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I walk down the path guards surrounding me on all sides, making sure I don't try to escape. I shiver in the cold. I feel the wind hitting my naked body. I hear the crowd chanting, "Die! Die! Die!" "KILL HER! KILL HER!" and other such things, they are screaming for my blood. The rope chafes against my wrists. My hands are bound behind my back. I have my brown wings out spread out proudly behind me. I dare not fly away, for if I did I wouldn't get five feet off the ground before being shot down. On the outside I look calm, unconcerned, despite the fact that I'm naked, being taunted, and being led to my death. Of course that is all on the outside. On the inside, I feel as if I'm already dead. Fabian, that name keeps going around in my head, my first love, my first kiss, the reason I'm here about to die, the lad who took my heart and shattered it. He used my trust and turned me into him the man I despise more than anyone or anything. We are heading up to the gallows. Normally they would cut off the heads of their prisoners, but not me, they want my body intact as to display it for all to see. The noose is slipped over my head. "Any last requests?" the man I despise most asks, figures, it would be him wouldn't it. "Surrender," I spit out at him. He chuckles before saying, "I admire you Martin, even in the face of your death you chose to spite me." I send him a death glare, that shuts up his chuckling. It's nice to know my death glare still works. "Any last words?" he asks of me. "Yeah," I say, "I'll see you in hell." He chuckles one last time before cutting the rope. The trap door drops from underneath me, and I drop. I feel a strong pain in my neck before everything goes dark, and I feel nothing. Maybe I ought to back up a little so that you can understand how I got into this predicament, what's going on (in general), why I hate him, and who Fabian is. Let's start with the basics. My name is Nina Martin. I am sixteen years old, I am the daughter of the rebel leaders. I have a twin (younger) brother named Edison, but everyone calls him Eddie. I can fly. I have wings. I was not born with my wings. I'll back my tale up to about six months ago, before I met Fabian or even knew about his exsistence.
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