Morningbird

Morningbird

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The girl stood still. She stood with her body facing towards the edge of a cliff with her arms out stretched and her head up toward the sky with her eyes closed. A figure began to walk toward her grabbing her wrist tightly. Her eyes shot open and she gasped. The figure pushed her off the edge only holding her by her arm. His face was nothing but a shadow with a sinister smile. The girl screamed for help but nobody saved her. She kicked her legs furiously to help pull herself up but nothing happened. The figure began to loosen his grip on her slowly about to let her fall into the icy cold water below but at the last minute a growl shook the earth. The girl's eyes had an unusual gleaming color. Her gaze turned into a dark cold glare that seemed to burn with just one look. She bared her sharp white teeth hissing angrily as two canines began to sharpen noticeably. He flinched in surprised. "You naïve little man," Her voice was calm but held a terrifying demeanor, "You have no idea who you are dealing with." He immediately let her arm go but she grabbed the rock and holstered her body onto solid ground with grace. The man shook in fear but she took no pity. Her quick hands grabbed his neck and pulled him into her, without hesitation her teeth tore at his flesh, causing blood to fly in many directions. As his body went limp she leaned her bloodstained lips close to his ear, "You are just another lost soul with nothing but your sins to live with." And with that she pushed his limp body over the cliff. She looked down as the figure fell into the water then turned around. Her hair and once white summer dress blew in the wind sideways. She looked straight ahead, a smirk on her blood soaked face. Something flashed behind her eyes that were recognized immediately. Power. This is the story of Maia Morningbird
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Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

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