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Some are Born to Change
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March 15, 2010

A young blonde woman lay in a young man's arms. Her tan skin contrasted with his somewhat pale color, and her platinum blonde hair contrasted sharply with his messy, black hair. Their clothes lay in a pile on the floor. The two were tangled in the pure white sheets of her bed. The sun was just rising outside, and the first pale ray hit the young man's skin. His eyes opened slowly, and a sigh escaped his lips. He lightly slid his arm from underneath her still sleeping form, and then slid out of the bed. He walked around the bed and grabbed his clothes from the pile, which consisted of only a pair of boxer-briefs and extremely-faded jeans. He walked out onto the veranda, making no noise as he moved. He stared out at the blazing sun as it rose over the horizon. His unusually bright blue eyes glittered in the light. He looked back through the glass doors before sighing again. He then turned back to the sun. He stepped onto the rail that surrounded the veranda, and looked down at the single human being walking along the sidewalk. He looked out at the sun again, and then he jumped.

December 25, 2009

The same blonde woman stood surrounded by bodies. The young woman held a katana in each hand. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a very messy ponytail. Her clothing was in perfect condition, and her breathing was steady. The bodies on the floor were covered in various cuts and scrapes, and the walls of the small room were splashed with blood. Bullet casings littered the floor, and small bullet holes riddled the walls. The young woman turned as a door to her right opened. A tall woman with pale skin, black hair, and dazzlingly bright blue eyes stood in the doorway.

"You managed to kill them all?"

"You're surprised? You've seen what I can do."

"Yes, but I never thought someone like you could take on the Angles of Fate."

"So that's what you call yourselves. Interesting name for a group of assassins."

"We aren't just a group of assassins with an interesting name. We are the Angles of Fate. We ensure that the pattern doesn't get fucked up by people like you."

"Assuming I believe that you really are angles of death, what pattern could I possibly screw up?"

"The pattern of life and death. There are certain people that are destined to change the world, and certain people who are born for no other reason than to die. We ensure that the important people survive long enough to do what they need to. Assassins like you make our job extremely difficult."

"If Fate really does exist, then how can we change anything?"

"That's what we exist for. We are Fate's… How can I put this? We are Fate's errand boys. We exist to ensure that Fate get's what it wants."

"Sounds like a bitch of a job. All the work, none of the credit."

"Actually, the Grim Reaper is a representation of us. We still get credit, just for the wrong reason. We don't just kill, we save people as well. We save them from idiots like you who can't stop fucking with the system!" The black haired woman pulled a pistol from her belt. She fired three quick rounds , each slamming into the wall behind the exact spot where the blonde was just standing. The blonde was already speeding toward her target, her katana replaced by a single combat knife. The serrated blade caught the light filtering in through a broken portion of stained glass.

"Pathetic." The black haired woman disappeared just as the blonde thrust her blade upward, aiming for the throat. She appeared on the crumbling balcony of the very abandoned gothic church. "You aren't meant to die now, nor any time soon. In fact, you have many years ahead of you. However, I don't believe they will be filled with anything but pain and suffering."

"Oh? And you know this because you can see the future, right?"

"No. I know this because there is a neon blue timer counting down above your head. I could tell you exactly how long you have left, but then I would be breaking the rules."

"You're shitting me, right?"

"No. I never joke about anything as serious as life and death."

"Fine, then I'll just have to beat my remaining lifespan out of you." The blonde smiled, and then jumped at the wall to her right. She kicked off from the wall, and her hand grabbed the ledge of the second floor. She pulled herself upward and over the rail. The black haired woman leapt back, surprise obvious on her face.

"Raven, did you honestly think you were safe up here?" The serrated blade slid cleanly into the pale woman's foot. She bit back a scream, and lashed out with her other foot. The blonde flew back, catching herself and turning gracefully into a back-flip. She pulled a small throwing knife from her boot and flung it out. The blade sliced through the air, and into Raven's thigh.

"How the fuck did you know my name?"

"I know a lot more than you think, Raven. I know about the Destiny Corporation, and what they're really doing. I know that you really are messengers of fate, and I know that once I kill you, I gain the power you have." The blonde flung herself forward, aiming at Raven's legs. She crashed into Raven's knees, and a snap was heard. Raven cried out, and then she crashed to the ground. The blonde quickly pulled the knife from her victim's foot, and slid it cleanly into Raven's chest.