Chapter 4

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I woke up on the couch, disorientated, not remembering going to sleep or even lying down on the couch, for that matter. I looked around the room to see Jordan lying on the floor, sleeping. My dagger oddly enough was lying on the floor. What was it doing there? I distinctly remember placing it on the counter, I thought to myself.

I got up off the couch and walked over to the dagger on the floor. I picked it up carefully, then placed it on the counter. I headed over to the dresser and pulled out a new outfit. I quickly swapped out my jeans for a pair of black jean shorts, and then I changed into a red tank top that had a skull on it. I grabbed my black cape and tied it on. I pulled on a pair of black boots and headed back over to the counter. Taking the dagger off the counter, I slid it into a hidden pocket inside the boot that I always left unzipped for the obvious reasons.

Walking outside in the heat of mid-morning, I flipped up my hood and looked around for my next victim. I spotted a young boy, probably only seven or eight, looking around frantically for his parents. It was only mid-morning, and he had already lost his parents? Wow.

I smiled. I had found my next victim rather easily. I headed over to the boy. Since most little children were naive, I let myself visible to him and only him. I pushed my hood back a little so the boy could see my entire face. Smiling, I lightly touched the boy's arm. He stopped walking around and looked up at me with his gray blue eyes.

"Are you lost?" I asked in a light and sweet voice.

"Y-yes, I can't find my parents and I don't know how to get home," he said with tears forming in his eyes.

"Here, I think I saw your parents earlier. I believe they were heading into a restaurant with a boy who looked similar to you. They must have gotten confused," I said, still smiling.

He nodded and reached out and grasped onto my pale hand. He smiled back at me. His two front teeth had a gap between them, and he was missing three teeth. I ruffled his black hair playfully, trying to be a convincing nice person.

I pulled him down towards an old building that no one used anymore. When we got inside, he tried pulling away, but I squeezed his hand tightly. It wasn't my usual tactic, but I found this way more enjoyable.

"Don't worry. You're perfectly fine," I said, then added, "Now yell for help from your parents. Tell them where you are," I said, looking down at him.

I guess he was slightly scared because he started yelling help and saying where he was over and over again. After what was about five to ten minutes at maximum, his parents ran in. When they saw me holding a dagger, they froze, afraid I would kill their son if they moved.

"Now, pick either your mom or your dad and leave."

He made a whining noise then chose to run to his father. The man glanced at his wife, afraid to leave her, but she nodded as if to say "go ahead; I'll be alright."

He picked his son up and hurried out the door. The woman smiled triumphantly as if she had just done something great. Did she forget about the dagger in my hand or something? I wondered to myself.

"You're more stupid than you look," the woman said, smiling and walking on the wooden floorboards. They creaked as she stepped on them.

I raised an eyebrow. "Come again?" I was so confused, it wasn't even funny.

"I am one of you," she said, and her black as night wings sprouted from her back right as she said this. I was stunned, and my mouth fell open. How had I not sensed what she was? Suddenly her light blonde hair turned a dark color that was not black but close to it. Her green eyes turned a dark brown and her outfit changed from light to dark right before my eyes.

I recognized the woman in front of me. She was the leader of the fallen angels. "You're......you're her: our leader," I said surprised. "And your husband that your son just went with is our head leader."

She nodded, smiling while looking pleased. "Yes, that is who we are. I have noticed something in the past few weeks about you, and that's why I have set up this meeting," she said.

It took me a few seconds before I realized she had planned the whole thing: from the kid getting lost to us standing here talking, she had planned it all. "What is it?" I asked, an annoyed tone edging in my voice.

She rolled her eyes at my attitude before saying, "You've killed a lot of people in these past few weeks, some younger than others."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was getting at.

"Well, I have talked it over with the leader of the angels, and we both agree that you are in no way the angel of death. Therefore you will not be doing anymore killing."

"What?!" I exclaimed. I was upset. Mad, even, that she was taking away what I enjoyed most. Without it, I would be nothing. And I wasn't exaggerating. I mean what else could I do with my spare time? What else could I do with my never-ending pent-up aggression?

"Your friends in your gang shall not be punished because they only kill- I'd say- three times every month."

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. "And if I don't stop?"

I didn't know what I thought challenging her would do, but I didn't want to stop.

"If you don't stop, I will make sure you die for good at my hand," she said, not seeming phased by my attitude.

Man, that could be painful, dying at her hand. I sighed. "Can I at least continue killing good angels?"

"I'll have to think about it," she said, then left the room.

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A/N

Okay this is really short now, but there's a reason for that. I had to edit a whole bunch out due to the fact that the part that I took out left a major plot hole. Plus I don't know what my assumed thirteen year old self was thinking writing that part because it really sucked.  (The whole reason it took me four days to upload was because I was trying to find a way to fix it.)

Critism as always wanted, but like always if you wanted to leave a comment saying how you like it that's cool too.

Have a good day/ night / whatever time it is when your reading this! Bye! <3

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