My past set me apart from everyone else, even the rest of the flock.
Sure, we had all grown up in the School, but I had been through so much more.
I was raised to be a killer, the next breed of extirminator.
Then I met Max, and Jeb busted us out.
"Fang what are you still doing up?" Iggy's rough voice questioned sleepily from across the hotel room. I still hear Gazzy's snoft snores, signaling only Ig knows I'm , Angel and Nudge are sharing the hotel room next to us.
"Just can't sleep. Go back to bed." I reply softly.
" I am in bed, but yes, I think I will go back to sleep."
The blanket rustled and after about five minutes, his breathing slows.
Dark and rainy, it's nights like these that remind me of my past. The sins that will never leave my mind, the blood that will never wash off my hands, my broken soul that will never be mended. Even here I am an outcast, never really having a place. I'm not meant to be here.
I'm not meant to be alive.