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With the gun in her hand she ran through the academy’s hallways. Furious, bewildered, but mostly afraid. Where was that bastard hiding? Where did he go? She threw classroom doors open, disturbing classes and several tests in the process. The ones that didn’t open she kicked open. She didn’t apologize, she just went on. Running through the hallway she spotted two of his henchmen, pointing their guns at her. Like that would stop her. She shot twice and then ran past the two dead men. He had taught her well. Bumping in to people and shoving them aside she ran on. Her schoolmates observing her in bewilderment. The trail of hench

Chapter 2. Childhood. David paces up and down the field while I try to sharpen my little knife. I may be a girl, but my father is training me to become his successor anyhow and that meant for me to be armed and trained from a fairly young age on. "I can't believe we're stuck with her all summer," David says, angrily. "It's not all summer, David. Just July and August," I reply. "That is all summer!" David says, throwing his arms in the air out of frustration.  "And besides," I went on. "We will still have training every day, it's not like she will be joining us for that." "You're right!" David says, suddenly sounding more energetic and happi

Chapter 1. How it all began. Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom the wedding bells are chiming loudly. For today is the day that the prince and princess are to be wedded. Not only am I in charge of today's security for the very first time, I am also the best man for the prince, as his old childhood friend. Though best woman would apply better to me. I watch the wedding with great contempt, happy that my dear friend had found his beloved bride. Though it hadn't been easy for neither of them. Maybe I should start at the beginning. It was the typical standard story for the two of them. Arranged marriage from the day the girl was born, for t

Everyone stared at me as I walked down the hallway of the university. I wore long high heeled black boots, hot pants with ragged edges, a black halter top which stopped above my stomach and a gaudy necklace which seemed to flow down into the cleavage that my top created. I chose to wore the fur-trimmed coat unzipped so that all my classmates and upper classmates could see me. The man in suit walking next to me had shown his disapproval for this idea when I had come out of my dorm room, but I had ignored me. I wanted to see show everyone the real me, just before I would disappear. My outfit attracted a lot of attention for various reasons. Thi

I gave her a kiss on her forehead. "I love you," I whispered and I ran to the side of the bridge, leaving my friend among the astound bystanders, the bridge was quite crowded that day and some people had stopped to see what was going on between the two of us. Willow, my friend, looked astonished, not knowing what to do after what just happened. I looked around one last time, just so that I could see the face of my beloved someone for the last time. I smiled at her, "Farewell Willow," I said and I jumped over the bridge railing. "CHELSEA! NO!" "Why would Chelsea want me to come to the old bridge?" Willow asked over the phone. It had been bo

Key speaker. Narrator Crowds Crowd(a) Crowd(b) A beautiful lady, in her mid twenties, dressed in a woman's suit walks forward to a single beam of light. Her hair is tied back in a tight pony tail and she has a strange, kind of wicked, grin on her face. "Ladies and gentleman. I bid you all welcome. Had a nice winter break? Good~. Because that's now over," the lady says. While saying this the scenery starts to change. The lady disappears and clouds appear. It's like you're falling down and suddenly the clouds are gone and you see a school. A high school to be exact. The lady, the narrator of all this, keeps on talking while you land in the

I sing the songs of the dead, not of the living. Then why, oh stranger, why do my songs reach you? Why are you reaching out to me, stranger? Is it my songs? Why, I ask you, stranger. Please answer my plead, what is it from me that you need? When I sing whit the mystery of the night, you answer with the promise of the day. That sweet promise you say, seems so far away. Oh stranger from the day, how I whish you could stay. But I belong to the night, and you to the day. You will never be able, to take me away.

I had never thought of death, but now that we are hiding in the basement of my home waiting for the end of all that lives, it just has to cross my mind. Dying isn't a bad thing if that means that my suffering will be over. I look around the basement to my friends, who have gathered here to wait for the end. I see the couples who have formed between different friends, sitting close to each other, smiling and happy. They don't regret dying now either. How far we've come together, through good and through rough times; through love and through fights. I still can't believe that some of them came to be. But here we all are, waiting for the end o