Me: Hi! I'm Benzoate Ostylezene Bicarbonate, but you can call me BOB :)

Dylan: uh, will you please stop with that! It's driving me insane!

Me: good!

Max POV

I hate funerals. A lot. Especially if they're for the only mother you've ever known. Right now the flock, Ella and I are at the graveyard, saying our final goodbyes. The casket was lowered into the ground, and everyone was crying.

After the ceremony, everyone was going up to Ella saying how sorry they were. I rolled my eyes. Didn't theses people realise that I was her daughter as well? Oh, right. No one was supposed to know. I ran to the storage room where I kept my bow and arrows. In the day that passed, after mum died, I've been practicing non-stop.

I ran back to the front room, Ella came up behind me and started following me.

The plan was that I was to shoot a flaming arrow through a hoop thing. I took my stance and lit the arrow using my power when no one was looking. By now, everyone had gathered around me. Someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Umm, you know that hunter person you told me about?" Ella asked. I had no idea where this was going, but I nodded anyway.

"You know how she brown hair?" she asked. I rolled my eyes and adjusted my aim.

"And she has bat-like wings?"

"Not right now, Ella!" I moaned and adjusted my aim, again.

"And how she has creepy green eyes that seem to follow you everywhere?"

Wait...I didn't tell her that.

"Because she's over there..."

And then I shot the arrow...just not through the hoop. I slung the bow back over my back and ran towards the hill.

On the ground was the hunter, with a flaming arrow through her gut. I looked at her through murderous eyes, and she did the same. Slowly, she stood up. Once she was standing, she pulled the arrow out of her stomach.

"Ha! It'll take more than an arrow to kill me. I just came to express my sorrows for losing your mother. After all, it's not every day that somebody you love dies...for you it's almost like every two days," she sneered, and with that, she took off.

I screamed. I felt extremely hot again and I let my wings out. I whipped my hair back past my face and took a step back.

I jumped. There was no need for a running start. My wings beat powerfully as I searched the skies, but she was already too far gone. My wings were now on fire- literally. I tried to calm myself, but I found that I couldn't.

Just try and ignore the bloodlust, Maximum, the Voice said. Wonderful. Spectacular. Terrific. Just what I wanted- the return of the Voice. Note the extremely heavy sarcasm.

Why did the stupid hunter always run from a fight? Because she knows she'll lose if she sees your number isn't up. Also, she doesn't want to, or need to kill you. Huh?

I landed, and the people were staring at me. Dylan, Nudge, double back to see if she's gone around and is still here, I commanded them, using my leader telepathy. They nodded, then left. Angel, wipe the minds of the witnesses. We don't to reveal ourselves too soon. I saw her nod slightly, then she stood in front of me.

"You didn't see anything here," she said, her eyes becoming vacant.

"We did not see anything," the family members echoed.

"You will tell no one of this incident if you remember."

"We will tell no one," they echoed again.

"These are not the droids you're looking for," Iggy snickered. I glared at him, using the mental connection, so he could actually see me. He gulped loudly.

Dylan and Nudge came back and signalled that the hunter was gone. Nudge looked around. "Guys, where's Fang?"

Crap. Fang! I called out. I closed my eyes and used the mental connection to see through his eyes. He was in the air, just south of us, fighting the hunter. I gasped. If I didn't have this mental connection with my flock, then I would have thought he left again, but he was helping!

"Guys, follow!" I commanded. I spread my wings and did a running start. I flew to where I saw him and there he was, losing. The hunter had her gun out, and pulled back the safety.

"NO!" I screamed, and sent a wave of fire towards her hand. She dropped the gun suddenly, clutching her hand, glaring at me. She snarled a feral snarl and raced after me.

As soon as she was close enough, I punched her in the face. I anticipated her next move, using my telepathy. In the middle of her round-house kick, I kicked her where her wing met her back, and she screamed. I had kicked the wing joint right out of its socket. Because of her accelerated healing, it was already beginning to set, but not heal. It was setting in the wrong position. Ouch. She fell out of the sky, screaming

For the second time in ten minutes, I could feel the heat of fire coursing through me as I dived after the hunter. I heard the faint smack as she hit the ground hard. I landed beside her and kicked her in the face.

"Look at your own reflection, and tell me how many days you have left," I sneered. I kicked her head towards the puddle of water. She shakily stood and looked at her reflection. Her eyes widened and she started shaking.

"I only have one question. Why?" I asked softly, surprising myself. She looked at me.

"You don't know the curse that my gift is. To see how many days you have left with your loved ones. My family had no hope."

"What happened to them?" I asked. So this was her problem? The loss of family would drive anyone insane!

"I killed them." Huh? Freaky hunter girl said what now.

"You killed them?" I choked out. "That's just sick."

"I saw their number was up, so I killed them."

She must be some freaky psychopath to kill her own family, just like that. Especially given the way she grew up just like us.

I could see flashes in her head.

A girl, aged thirteen with cat ears and tail was sitting by a fire. There was a number above her head, a zero. "Come here, Britts," I called. The girl called Britts came over.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Nothing much. You just look like you need a hug," I whispered.

Britts nodded. "You know me so well." She wrapped her arms around me. I slowly pulled her own knife out of her back pocket. She nestled her head under my chin.

"Thank you, Reaper. You're always so kind and thoughtful. I shrugged.

"Just doing my job." I then stuck the knife through her neck, killing her instantly. I dropped her body without caring. I heard someone yell in the distance. Britt's twin brother, Farden, came running through the bushes. He saw Britt's body and howled. Above Farden's head, was another zero.

"What happened Reap?" Farden cried. I put on a fake pained face, then looked at him.

"She was sick of being on the run, hiding from life, so she killed herself! As will you," I snarled, then ran towards him and snapped his neck.

The last three mutants walked out of the bushes next. One, a tall boy with Razor teeth and scaly skin; a young boy with bluish skin; and an older girl who actually looked normal, except for the fact she had no eyes. They were completely different, with only one thing in common. The each had a zero above their heads.

As if it was my duty, I sauntered forward to kill them.

They had no chance.

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"MAX!" Someone shouted, shaking me awake.

"What happened?" I asked groggily.

"You fainted," Fang said.

"What happened Max? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Gazzy said, with a hint of fear in his voice.

I suddenly connected all the dots. It was the word ghost that did it. All she would need is a black cloak...

"Who?" Angel asked. The others used their connection to me to see what Angel was talking about.

"The hunter?" Iggy asked.

I shook my head.

"Her name isn't hunter. It's Reaper."

This chapter a changed a bit of too, especially Reaper's attitude. I got a new idea for this story so its important that I change it a little so its easier to understand.

R&R