Delilah ran her torn up finger along the edge of the blade. Over and over she had cut her finger, but that meant that it would serve its purpose and serve it well. She was exhilarated. Finally, she wouldn't have to put up with that boy in her life anymore. The blade caught some of the light in the room and gleamed, perfecting the look of a newly forged sword.

Delilah walked down the street casually, concealing her sword in her pant leg. She knew that where ever she went, he would follow, and so she walked. And she waited. Eventually, Isiah caught up with her. "Where are you going?" he asked like he was talking about the weather.

"Somewhere different." She replied, picking at her nails. They walked for what seemed like forever, but finally they arrived somewhere public. She slowly unfolded her wings, for dramatic effect. Some for the people around them. She smiled, and Isiah unfolded his. Delilah grabbed his hands, lifted up off the ground. They were no more than five feet into the air when Delilah sliced his head off.

His head fell to the ground with a loud thunk.  Delilah relished the sound. Blood spurted from where his head used to be and then the body twitched, and fell as well. Delilah grabbed the body just before it hit the ground. She proceeded to slice of the wings.

After she had done all she had meant to do, she held his head in one hand, his wings in the other and screamed for everyone to hear: I am a murderer, but I am also a victim. I am a hunter, but I am also prey. I was forced to kneel, but now I will not. Because I am the girl with wings, and you cannot stop me, catch me, or find me. I will slay all that I find so that I will not be slayed, and when the time comes to that I will be slayed, another will take my place.