I am alone. I am lost. I am surrounded by people in a place I know very well.

But that doesn't mean I am moving with happy direction. Because I know I could kill all these people in one swipe, one for each, no matter how strong they were.

I disgusted myself. How could I be allowed to live? But I would not die. I would not fall. I would not submit to the pain.

They described my victim this morning. A woman with blond hair and blue eyes, soft features and white wings.

I find her, about to lift off. But this is no woman. This is a girl, about 10. There is a woman next to her, with brown eyes and dirty blond hair, around 18. But she is not who I am to kill.

I raise my hand, ready to slash her to ribbons, shutting my emotions down, my need to cry out, somehow let this girl get away. But I would get punished. I would not let that happen.

I step forward. The girl turns around, gasping, seeing my wolverine-like claws. I slash at her stomach, blood pooling in her mouth. She is dying. Her face stirs something in me.

I am a stranger to this girl, but she reminds me of the reason I wouldn't get punished. So my sister wouldn't worry.

I am killing someone who looked just like my little sister, but not at all. My sister is 'sharper' in her feature, with brown hair and green eyes. Yet…..

The woman looks at me with rage. The girl falls.

"Angel!" The woman shrieks. Other come out from the trees, trying to surround me to no avail.

This is the Flock. My Leaders hate this group. I do not. I just killed their youngest member. Sadness pools in my stomach, and it tightens into a knot.

I run. There is nothing else I can do. I run faster and faster.

There is nothing but her left. Nothing but my nameless sister. I have no name either, except for Killer and Sister. Killer is the name Leaders call me, Sister is the name Little One uses.

The Flock chases me. I retract my claws as I run into the group of people.

I have just killed. I have just murdered one of the world's greatest hopes. Blood on my retracted claws burns me, shakes me to the core.

In a few hours I'm Home. In a cage, with my sister next to me.

I'm lost. I'm alone. I know exactly where I am with my sister beside me. But how am I to get the pictures of death from my face/

I didn't sign up for this. I didn't want this as my life. But since I was very young, this was my life and my job.

Now I hate it. Now I damn it to hell. I would kill the Leaders if I had a chance. But there were no chances.

They walked in and showed me a picture of my next victim. The woman with the girl.

I refuse, and feel a knife to my stomach.

"Look away Little One." I whisper. "And always resist what they tell you to do. The winged group is your friend."

Then the knife plunges in. I close my eyes and make no sound, as I was trained. They stab me again and again, making sure I will die this time.

I do not feel the pain. I have never felt the pain they try so hard to inflict upon me.

Then I feel my breath and heart slow down. Oxygen will not come, and my blood will not pump, but I do not panic.

Instead, I smile. I have saved the life of the World's best hope.

I die knowing Maximum Ride is safe from the worlds greatest predator.