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The air chilled my face as the Flock and I burst out onto the deck. My hair whipped around my face as I craned my neck, looking for whatever, or whomever had dented the roof. I could feel my muscles tense and the cold set me on edge.

I came to a realization as a heavy force dropped from the sky and knocked the oxygen out of my lungs. I had been looking everywhere but up.

I could feel warm skin and sharp nails claw into my skin as I grappled to escape my attacker. My vision was blurred by silver. But unfamiliar color's also meshed with my metallic hair, black and scarlet.

A growl erupted from my attacker as they were pulled from my shoulders. I scrambled to my feet. Fang had thrown the girl off me and launched her backwards, into the air.

Large wings unfurled on her spine and in that moment, she looked like hell. With short, choppy black and red hair, matching wings, and a malicious grin. She reflected everything I knew to be evil.

I grit my teeth and assessed her. She was average height, my height, with a lean and muscular frame. She angled her wings at me as she flew to strike once more. This time, however I was prepared for her.

I shielded my face and stomach from her blows with my forearms. Whenever she would land I punch, I would land an equally effective kick. When she would feign to the left to fool me, I would feign to the right until we were circling each other like awaiting animals.

Our limbs were mere blurs in my vision and I relied on instinct to know what to do. We were moving fast and gracefully. Our techniques matched each other's in opposite forms. While she wasn't mobile, I excelled in deft movements and escapes. She packed strength and power into her blows, whereas I had quick and only slightly effective hits that had to be landed numerous times for it to take effect.

I was ice, and she was fire. And I sure as hell wasn't going to let her burn me. I decided this when flames erupted from her palms and leapt towards my body. I dodged the fire and returned the attempt with an icy blow that, much to my opponent's dismay, hit her arm.

She let out a feral hiss as the skin turned a sickly blue then faded back into it's tan coloring. I couldn't help but feel a bit of victory in that moment, it was short lived. If she had been angry before then, now she was absolutely livid.

Her eyes grew wild and determination set in. She lunged, not for my face or abdomen this time, but for my neck. I hadn't been expecting it and was too slow to deflect her hands as they closed around my throat.

It was the second most painful experience of my life, the feeling of her strong fingers around my throat. It cut off my oxygen and practically crushed my esophagus. I wanted to breathe, gag, and die in that moment. I clawed and struggled to pry her fingers from my neck, but my vision was clouded by black spots and I could feel my body laboring not to go limp.

Ice. I needed my ice. Every time I tried to conjure the cold in my body to my hands, I could feel her heat smothering it. This was it, this was how I was going to die. I could feel the life, no, the will to live, going out of me.

The creeping tendrils of darkness were looking too inviting and the face above mine, contorting with animalistic rage, looked less than welcoming. The other's were frozen to their places, even little Angel, whose look of sheer determination and strength to fight whatever was keeping her there broke a small part of me.

She, the girl with her hands clamped around my neck, was doing this I realized. She had them willed them to stay there. After a moment, I realized she wasn't willing them to when I saw Max attempt to move, then her piercing scream reached my ears.

The hand she had waved in the air around her was singed with heat. "Max!" Iggy moved to rush to her aid but he soon released his own cry of pain. The air around them was heated to a scorching degree.

My eyes lastly landed on Fang, although his figure was blurry and distorted in my eyes. He was preparing for something. He then clenched his jaw and balled his fists before launching into the air.

Unlike the other's, he let out no sound of agony, instead, he darted swiftly towards my attacker. Once his frame rammed into hers, the air was no longer sweltering. He had her pinned to the ground and hovering over her.

I was left gasping for breath. My lungs burned and it felt as if they were on fire. It was painful, agonizing and yet it felt amazing. Every breath was labored but the air tasted so sweet as my lungs swelled with oxygen.

My vision cleared and I was presented with the image of Fang attempting to kill the girl beneath him. His knees crashed into her ribs and his hands were clenched around her neck. Bruises were already forming from where his fists had pummeled her previously. "Stop," I rasped, attempting to sit up. "Stop." A bit louder this time.

"Fang," my voice had regained strength substantially. "Don't kill her." With much reluctance he released her. Almost throwing himself off her, if only as to keep himself from murdering her. "What?!" His voice was incredulous and furious through his panting.

"I said, don't kill her." I struggled to my feet, leaning on the railing for support. "Like she would have done the same for you!" He shouted. I couldn't help but flinch and look away. I could tell he was still rattling from what had happened prior. "I'm sorry," his words were softer and almost inaudible as he said it.

"Don't kill her. I know she would have killed me, I know that," I couldn't help but hear how my voice shook. "But we can't just kill people, even if she hurt us."

Fang opened his mouth to protest but I continued. "What's there to stop us from killing people if we decide that it's okay, if only in specific circumstances. We're not killers, and we don't need to become them. It's never okay, it's never fine. No matter who," I said, looking at the girl, "they are, or what they did."

The girl was gasping for breath, same as I had done moments before. She attempted to rise but Max dove towards the ground and the girl and pinned her once again. "Also," I added, "we all should have some questions for her."

Everyone agreed as Max spoke through gritted teeth, "For starters, what's your name?" The girl was gulping down air is if it were water when she answered, "Ash." "Who sent you here?"

"The school," a predatory smile spread over Ash's face as she spoke. "Why did they send you?" Ash replied as if it were the most apparent and obvious answer she'd ever had to give, "To kill her."

She nodded her head towards me and I watched as Fang's entire body tensed. "When were you given the orders?" His voice was calm, all remainder of his previous rapacious instincts seemingly gone. Seemingly.

"Yesterday. Although," Ash mused, "The School has always been waiting to kill Skylar. You see, she was never quite obedient... Enough. Too much spirit for her own good. Jeb knew she would rebel eventually, that's why he had me created. Her perfect opposite, her perfect rival, her perfect assassin."

Fang's knuckles turned white with the strain of keeping them at his sides. I knew I shouldn't be surprised The School had always been at the ready to kill me, but I was. It hurt, whether I hated them or not, to know that the people I had grown up around were willing to have me killed at a moment's notice.

I felt the need to lie down, to be sick and to punch someone. I opted for none of the above. With my spine pressed against the railing, I slid down to the ground and pulled my knees to my chest. I finally brought my gaze to Ash. With glaring eyes, I realized I wanted to prove Jeb right for once.

If he thought I'd had spirit, even when internally I had felt like I was breaking, I would show him spirit. I would be stronger than he ever thought I could be and I would be unbreakable.

I rose to my feet. I noticed Fang was watching me closely from off to the side. Max eased off of Ash and allowed her stand, Max's hands still gripped her wrists together behind her back. "You look different in person," Ash remarked, as if this entire conversation was merely a casual greeting. "As opposed to photos in files on how to kill me?" My voice as icy as the cold I knew that was rushing in my veins. I could feel the railing beneath my hands being coated in a layer of frost. "You're alive because I said so," I spat.

"You're alive because I'm not a killer, and neither is anyone here except you. I don't care if that is what you're trained to do, I don't care if you're following orders. Kill me, torture me, and burn me, but don't you ever hurt any of these people. I've had enough-" I was cut off by a loud thud as Ash's body plummeted to the deck. She had passed out.

I muffled squeak came from Dr. Dwyer. "What do we do-?" I gave Ash one last glance, her body twisted awkwardly on the floor. "We help her. Now move!" I barked the orders as if I was Max.

And to my avail, everyone rushed to work. I was no Max, and I was no leader, but in that moment, I knew that I wasn't a killer or somebody who harmed others. Instead, I was a selfless, healing, awesome and caring winged teenager. And maybe that was who I truly was. Not an experiment and not an anomaly.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, even if it was a bit shorter than the other's I've done. What do you think of Ash? Do you like Fang and Skylar together? Please tell me in a review because I'd love to hear from you. Thanks. XOXO- Skai.

Disclaimer: Ash was an OC idea created and suggested to me by ChachieB and I absolutely loved the idea of her. Thank you so much for the amazing OC, ChachieB, and I hope you continue and enjoy reading Silver Wings!