He stood up looking like Death himself: his black wings unfolded, eyes that pierced your soul. He could kill anyone in existance, but there was only one we wanted dead. He focused the last of the energy rampaging through his body into his finger. As he rose into the air, there was no anger in him, no emotion at all. The girl simply HAD to die. She tried to take him away from everything he loved, and she must pay. The beam of light that left his finger carried all the love of his life in it. And as the spear of hatred hit the girl, we knew it was done. As the flash from the explosion bled away, I crept back to the corner of his mind where I lived. I killed that girl for him, but my body was now his to keep forever. I was asleep once more...


I awoke on the ground, not sure what just happened. As I stood up in the midst of the crater, I realized that a huge crowd of people was staring as if I was some kind of freak... I cringed when some nut started yelling something about a demon, but when I cowered, everyone in the mob gasped. Then I saw them: huge, black, feathery wings that swept out my shoulders at least ten feet. Then, I did somethig that I almost never did-- I ran. Not only that, I ran FAST. As the world fell into a blur behind me, I didn't care where I was going, only that I never got there.