Angel Of Death (On Hold)

Angel of Death

"close your eyes" Travis said. Every one picked in me. I was the odd ball. The masters had never seen anything like me in their life time. People who knew about me feared me. I'm the first one in the history of our kind to be able to do the things I can.

I knew he wouldn't touch me. No one did. Not unless they wanted to be dead literally. Touching me is suicide. I'm the poison people are searching for when they want to die a fast and painless death. I am death it self.

"open your hand" I slowly opened my leather gloved hand. Something cold and hard was in my palm. I quickly clasped my long fingers around the item. Peeling my eyes open I saw a rock laying upon my covered palm. A rock? He has to be kidding me.

I closed my sapphire blue eyes and opened them looking at the floor. "happy birthday Death. I thought you would like something that you couldn't kill" he laughed like this was some joke. The kids around me nicknamed me Death. How original.

"what should I name it!" I said pretending to be excitedly happy. He didn't get the same reaction he was expecting. Looking stupid he just stood there aimlessly. Travis was one of the populars. He was like every other guy. Cocky, arrogant, muscular, hot, athletic, rule braker and of course let's add a woman user to the list. You couldn't put him in the player catagory though. He just used woman for his own needs. The chicks that he does it with know that they never have a real chance with him so don't even try. I don't think he has broken any hearts yet. His eyes are a deep forestgreen color and his hair is a rich chocolate brown and fell around his eyes. I have never seen eyes the color of his. I have seen a lot of green eyes but not ones as dark as theese.

I have no feeling for him but I have to admit that he was the best looking out of all the guys. Well at least in my color changing eyes. He snapped out of his dumbfounded look.

" Travis. You should name it Travis, after me." he said cockily smirking. I would live to slap that smirk right off his face. I held in my annoyance and just laughed.

"don't flatter your self to much pretty boy. I wouldn't give it a name as ugly as that" I said sarcastically.

One of the things I can do that continues to amaze the masters is the fact that I can change my eye color. I'm not talking like when I'm mad they get darker or when I'm happy they get brighter. I just have to think of a color and my eyes change. It's pretty cool. Knowing what I was about to do next was going to piss pretty boy off I did it any ways.

Our kind are born with the color there eyes will be the rest of their life times. The color of are eyes mean something. No matter what shade of the color eyes are it mean the sane thing. Like blue eyes no matter how light or dark in shade mean that the person is a water elementalist. Green on the other and is air.

" why are you looking at me like that?" he asked a little frightened but tried to cover it up. I could smell his fear. I can smell feelings. They are all different. Fear smells like iron. No one knows that I can smell feeling because I have always thought it would be best if I never mentioned it. I'm already enough of a freak.

I smirked deviously. Looking one last time into his eyes I snapped mine closed and thought of the color of his eyes. My eyes stay the color I last thought of until I think of a new color. I opened my eyes back up.

" you fucking bitch! You cant have my eye color!!" he screeched.

" pretty boy stop screeching like a little school girl. It's really unattractive. Oh and thanks for the pet rock." I said warningly. If only looks could kill. He grabbed my cotton sleeve covered shoulders and slammed me back into the lockers. I just sighed. This boy has some nerve doing this to me even if it is out of anger.

"change your eyes to some other color!" he growled.

The last boy who slammed me up against the lockers didn't make it to see the next day. Its not like I reached out and touched him with my bare hand. He had holes in the knees of his jeans and his knee bumped my uncovered one. Let's just say he fell to the floor dead a second later. I didn't feel bad for him. He wasnt the first I killed.

"nope" I said popping the p.

He growled and his grip around my shoulders tightened dramatically. I slowly brought my gloved hand up to his cheek. His eyes went wide and he loosened his grip on me. I laughed sardonically. I leaned in so our lips were centimeters apart. His fear was sky rocketing out of control. I pulled my hand away from his face a little ways.

With that i closed the distance.

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Should I continue? Let me know please?