A Death Agent
(Gale/Madge)

A/N: I saw something similar to this on tumblr when I googled story idea tumblr and when through google images. I thought it was a neat idea. (P.S. I don't have a tumblr, but I will pretty soon when I get my new phone ;))

P.S. Thanks to my girl, EStrunk, for being an AMAZING, FANTASTIC, WONDERFUL, LOVELY human being and reviewing on almost every chapter! I love you sooooooooo much! You're #1, girl! Keep being awesome!

A Death Agent was the top of all agents. They were the most powerful, but they also had to hardest jobs. They were like fairy godparents to the human they are assign to. And they had to do everything their human asked of them without the human knowing of their existence. Gale Hawthorne, the General Death Agent (a.k.a. Ultimate by friends), was assigned Madge Adeline Undersee, and man was she hell.

Like all agents, Gale was assigned to watch her day and night. They don't require sleep, it's merely a time consuming habit when need be, so they watched. They couldn't get reassigned to a different person or Gale would have requested reassignment ages ago. Madge Adeline Undersee was a handful and a drama queen at times.

He seemingly rolled his eyes a hundred times a day, just like he was doing now.

"He's such an idiot, Thom, an idiot." She screeches into her phone from Earth. Gale rolls his eyes like he does almost every time Madge opens her mouth to say something, and gesturing with his hand to "get on with it." "He continues to call me mean names and, guess what, he tried to trip me today in the hall. I wish he would just die."

"That's a little harsh, don't you think, Madge?" the boy on the end, Gale didn't mind him. Thomas Ancient was a good boy and never had too many requests. Why couldn't Gale have been assigned to Thom instead of this brat?

"No, Thom, just no. He needs to die. Gods in heaven please kill him!" she flops back on her bed with a huff, throwing her free arm over her eyes. Gale can sense her headache coming on. "Why is he so mean to me?" she whimpers into her phone, "Why can't he be normal and treat me with respect?"

"I don't know, Madge." Thom sighs, shifting in his bed across town as well.

"You're a boy, though, you should know! Why can't he just die?" Tears well up in Madge's eyes and Gale's heart pangs a little. She's not a terrible human, but she wasn't good either. She was moody and a little bitchy, but that doesn't mean she should constantly be treated this way.

"Kill him." Thom states. Gale's jaw tightens in anger, what happened to the good in you, boy? And here I was rooting for you… "Just don't get caught."

"I need a behind the scenes man to do it." The rule of thumb around here was threes for death pleas, one request, and three pleas. One more time and Gale would have to do it.

"Looks like you're about to be an accomplice." Katniss, also known as Pierce because of her weapon of choice, clasps a hand on Gale's shoulder.

"I know." He growls out, wishing against hope that the daft girl doesn't say it.

"Just let him die." She screams into her pillow.

In case he didn't realize what he had to do, his body would automatically guide him there. Involuntarily, wings sprout from his shoulder blades in a fast, zipping motion. His wings had sprouted out so fast because they were mixed with his anger for the teenager, in the process he almost knock down Katniss.

"Sorry."

"S'okay. Be careful, you know what happened to Finnick last time." He nods once and jumps off the invisible platform.

As he soars down towards Earth, the wind ripples through his black feathered wings at record speed. The air was charged with electric, he could feel it going through his wings. Gale loved to fly, he did it on the daily (and not always because of her requests), but he hated these missions. Gale was a Death Agent, or known to humans as the Angel of Death. He has lived thousands of years, delivering death to his "children's" enemies. He has aided wars and battles throughout his life. He helped win World War I and II, he helped dying men fulfill their wishes of death to the opposing forces, and he has even help aid the old into a peaceful death. He wasn't always a bad angel, per se, but his job would entail otherwise.

He closed his eyes to prepare himself for the blasting force of breaking through the ozone layer. The ozone layer could not kill an Agent, but it felt like he was flying through an erupting volcano. It was like he was being split in half and put back together with no medication to numb his pain. He curls his wings as close to his body as possible and glided through the atmospheric layer fluidly.

He's heart ticked to the rhythm of his beating wings. His hair blew wildly in the cool night's air. And body felt strong against the current of the wind. He felt powerful, like his body was proud of what he was about to do. It was like his body was made to kill, and it was. His blood ran hot through his veins the closer he got the boy in question, and his lust for blood was almost unbearable.

His hands curled around his angelic sword, made of black iron with a beautiful sterling silver handle. It was his baby, his sidekick, his constant companion. It was pulsing – the sword – in time with the seconds ticking by. He felt the sword's handle grow around his hand for better stability as his feet landed on the ground.

He was about 200 feet away from the boy. His name was Cornelius Snow, and he was a bitch. He was around Madge's age, give or take, and was currently look at his iPhone. Whatever was so interesting wasn't interesting anymore when he noticed the darken figure looming in the moon light. Gale's wings were spread out wide and threatening, his head was tilted down so he was looking up through his eyelashes with fierce fire burning in his eyes. He bulges his muscles to appear more dangerous and smiles as the iPhone falls to the ground, the screen cracking, with a thud. The boy's mouth drops to the floor, his phone clearly forgotten, "Holy shit, holy shit." He repeated. "Holy shit." One more time for good measure.

Gale takes that as his cue to stalk forward, drawling his sword fully from its stealth and swings it like a Bo staff. The boy seemed to be frozen in fear and amazement at the same time for a minute before he took off running as fast as he could down the street, screaming through his teeth from the sounds of it.

Good, Gale liked to chase his prey. It made his job more entertaining.

Gale flung his wings back to full circumference and thrust them back and forth a few times for his feet to be lifted off the ground. Damn gravity. He flew until he was looming over the boy's head, Gale's shadow swallowing the light between two lampposts. The boy glanced up and screamed again, this time: "Get away from me! Leave me alone!"

"Stupid human." Gale mutters under his breath as he watched the boy indifferently. He would glance up every so often and would scream again, each time his screams becoming breathier and fainter. He wasn't a fit boy, that's for sure, and he was running out of fumes fast. Gale only had to pump his wings every thirty seconds to keep up with the boy. "This is boring." He mutters, "Time to make it interesting." A devilish smirk crosses his lips as he flies down fast toward the running boy, the boy falls to the ground with screams of terror. Gale levels out a few feet above the boy before soaring upward again. It became a game for a while until the boy scrambles into a nearby alleyway and curls up behind a trashcan. Like that's gonna save him, Gale thinks with an eye roll.

He retracts his wings a little bit and lands gracefully on the platform by the river. He hops down like he doesn't have a care in the world and began to sing, "Come out, come out wherever you are…You can't hide forever!" he laughs darkly before pulling his wings behind him and slipping into alley. His sword, although black, gleams in the moonlight. With his extra sensitive hearing (how else would they hear them from heaven), he hears the boy move further back against the wall. "Oh, little child, don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Yeah right." The boy mumbles so low Gale can barely hear it.

Gale laughs again just to spite the kid. "You're only making my job hard and that's no fun. Come out and play." He draws out the 'lay' in 'play' in a taunting manner. He waits a few seconds, "No? Well I guess I'll have to find you then. It's no fun when I find you." he singsongs. He glances behind every trashcan but Snow's purposely. He's making a game out of it, a show. "Well there's only one trashcan…show I even look? He's probably not even there!" he fakes.

Gale begins to walk out of the alley, acting like he wasn't going to even bother looking. That's when Snow makes the mistake of moving even an inch. A tiny scrap of the garbage can against the concrete ground has Gale smiling like he hasn't in a long while. It was the smile of a man who knew he couldn't be beat in poker.

He stalks back into the alley and tears the garbage can away from the wall and the kid. Snow screams again. Gale grabs him by the collar of his Panem High School sweatshirt and slams him into the wall, his sword posed over Snow's neck.

"You shouldn't have messed with that girl." Gale growls and Snow's eye widen with fear and confusion. Snow didn't even have time to get out the question "what girl?" before Gale's sword was spraying his blood across the brick building's wall. The boy slumped against the wall and choked for a few minutes before becoming silence.

Gale took out the purple pouch from his back right pocket. He shook out a pinch of sparkling gold dust and blew it into Snow's face; slowly the boy's body was disappearing and the blood on the wall as well. Even his obituary was being written right now at the newspaper without anyone knowing the keys were moving, and lastly his parent's hearts filled with sorrow in their sleep. No one would question what happened to Snow, it would say he committed suicide and that's what his parents would believe as well. Gale work here was done.

He flew to Madge's house and landed on the little stretch of roof by her window, glancing in on the teenager girl while she slept. Her face lifted into a smile in her sleep which caused Gale to smile. She may not know that Gale existed, and she never would, but she was so bad after all…but she so good either…

He took out a white pouch, filled with glimmering pink powder, and blew some of it at the window. It circled around her head, only visible to him, before settled through her skin. She would have good dreams tonight.

A/N: So what did you think? Sequel?