The gentle waves lapped against the shore. The moon filtered through thick clouds, barely illuminating the sand on the beach. Good. Very good. The plan would go smoothly.
I had been watching her for more than a year now. She had a simple life here, on "her" island. No pain, no suffering, no threats. Much, much different from mine. Why was I living in my own nightmare, constantly afraid of being caught, doing this? It was all her fault. That girl did this.
So nonchalantly she lay on the sand with her beloved Flock. Resting on her back, with her arms cradling her head. Her very crushable, fragile head. How I wanted to kill her so many times… She thought she had it easy, right? Her saving the world was over? No. It was not over, and nor would I let it be over until she got what she deserved.
They Flock was watching the stars. How immensely dumb. Who watches the star anymore? I sure don't. But the dim-witted bird-kids did. She sighed and rolled over to face the dark haired boy, Fang. He smiled at her as she looked into his deep, dark eyes. Their arms encircled one another, closing the gap between them. She laid her head on his broad shoulder and sighed. He gently stroked her hair. Her ugly hair, might I add. I hated her eyes too; the way you knew she could see something more than just the exterior of you. How you knew she had that uncanny sense when something was wrong, or somebody was up to no good.
Still she lay in his arms, enjoying the moment. Too bad it wouldn't last. Her days were numbered. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second – all the time her time here was ticking away.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick…
Oh, how I wanted to slaughter them here. But no. I could not. They deserved something far worse, far more horrible. Something that would strike into her heart that I was not to be messed with. They were so unwise, thinking they were safe here on this dinky island.
Fang lifted her chin up to his and whispered something that made her smile. She closed her eyes and kissed him. Their lips met, and their arms wound themselves tighter around one another. Her fingers were entwined on Fang's dark hair. Her brown hair trailed down her back and fell onto her cheek. How disgusting this sight was.
I couldn't wait until her days were up.
She deserved this.
She only thought about herself.
How arrogant that was.
Imprudent girl.
Foolish, ridiculous girl.
Stupid Maximum Ride.