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The Edge
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Andie Maxwell

I'm not really like the others, in my own sence. They have had nightmares, as have I, but their's are of killing, of the deaths of loved ones.

Mine are of killing, also.

But mine are of me killing. Of me embracing death to the point of enjoying it. I have stood at the edge of doing so, many times, but always have I tried to avoid it.

They cry out in their dreams, I do not.

I wake with pleasure.

I wake from dreams of killing and I enjoy them.

And it scairs me. I try to ignore it, the killing, because the others need me. I am the symbol of innocents to them that they wish they could posess. But I am not innocent, I just look it.

Although, in a way, I may still be. I am still at the edge of questioning killing. Duo has embraced it as himself, and Heero does not care weather it comes for him or another. Trowa has no fear of Death, and Wufei will walk strait into it. They are all way past the edge, fallen in so long ago.

With each of the nightmares, I am pulled in closer twards them, yet my will gets stronger to want to flee back. I have killed many in our strive for peace, and yet I still try to push myself from it! I will ineveitably come to that side of the line, although I may never truly like it, one day I will not question the cutting short of a life by my own or my comrades hands.

Trowa may be regarded as the silent, secretive one in the group, but I carry my own secrets as well, ones to which even Heero would give some reaction to. My innocents has never been questioned in this group, even as I blow away the dust of another death.

By all the gods, we have lived a life that could've, and would've, driven any grown man to insanity.

And yet we are only fifteen years old, less than a quarter of our lives spent, that is to say if we live past twenty.

That is to say if we are truly living at all.