Death And Ally I sit at the edge of a small bed in a large house. A girl lies in the bed, dying in a sickness that no one can cure. The girl is pretty with dark eyes and fair hair, but everything about her looks feint, like she's only half their. Like she's half alive. The girls mother and father and friends stand over her. Most of them crying. A doctor is examining her. "Can you help her?" The father asks. The doctor stays silent. I stand up and walk over to the girls head. " wake up." I whisper. Her eyes open. " Ally!" The mother cries. So. Her name is Ally. " what.." Ally starts to say. " they said you where going to die, the doctors said they couldn't help you.. " her mother gushes. Everyone crowds around her. "Who.. Who are you?" The girl, Ally is looking right at me. I turn to see if she is talking to someone behind me. "Yes. You, with the black cloak," she is talking to me. "Ally? There's no one there." Ally's mother says. " you can see me?" I ask. " yah, why wouldn't I be able to see you...agh!" She begins to vomit blood. "Ally!" Ally's mother shouts. " I'm not gonna live" Ally says. "You!" She points at me. "You're doing this to me!" "Ally, there's no one there!" Someone shouts. Suddenly evryone is shouting. I carefully make my way over to her side. "Come with me. Everything will be better soon." I say." Better?" She whispers. "Yes. Just close your eyes" she does. I reach into her chest just where her heart is with my hand. Her soul is there and I carefully take it. "Rest now." I smash the tiny crystal sphere that is her soul. The girls form steps fourth. "I am death. Leave your body behind and come with me." I say holding out my hand. "Alright"

Death Death frowns at the tiny girl in front of him. Tears streak down her face as she begs for her sisters #life. "Please." She cries. "I'm only eight and my mommy's already gone!She's all that's left, don't take her away too!"Death gently strokes the girls pale face, streaked with dirt and tears. He feels sorry for the girl, but he knows his job must be done. " I am truly sorry, small one. I do not control the death list. But You have been very brave, and as a reward for that bravery I will make you one promise: you will have a happy #life. From now until the day I come see you,(which will be many years from now) your #life will be blissful." He says. He removes a small medallion from around his neck and gives it to her. Then, bending down Death takes the soul of the girls older sister and disappears into the night.

Killing Spree I stab down with my dagger, deeply unbending it into the idiot boys flesh. Next time Maby next time he shouldn't challenge a silverback, even if I am a girl. I'm a zillion times the fighter he is. Oh wait. I killed him. There won't be a next time. I grin. I love fighting, I have since I was eight years old, ten years ago. I draw the dagger out of his stomach and use my sleeve to celeb it. I love killing sprees.

Hurdles Anger courses through me, I feel it eating away at my soul, tearing me to pieces. I hate him. I hate him, and I hate every one else I've ever met ever. So,like I always do when I'm mad or hurt, I run hurdles. I love how my bare feet look against the track, so mutch paler than the sand around them. I feel better after I start to run. Once I leap over the first hurdle I atomaticly feel one hundred percent heeled. All my anger just melts away. I wince as I land weirdly, the muscle in my toes pinching, but the pain fades as I continue to run. I have soon grown blissful. A smile flits across my face. I feel free. I forget about the boy that brought me so mutch pain. I miss the last hurdle. I don't feel it when my heart gives out and I fall, my amber hair falling around me. They say I died if broken heart. I died because he was right. A girl like me couldn't make the last hurdle.

I hide behind a giant oak tree with my back pressed into the rough wood and try to silence my breathing. I reach up and gently touch my shoulder. My fingers come away bloody. I here footsteps as the boy who was once my best friend runs after me. I hear another of his bullets slam into a tree next to mine. I take a deep breath to calm myself. I must remain perfectly calm. I concentrate on focusing my magic. I must attempt the shift, or I know I will die. "Karien, where are you?" Cries the boy. I feel a pain in my chest and see my flesh start to glow gold. I have begun to change. I feel myself fall to the ground, I feel fur grow on my flesh, and claws replace my fingernails. I am a wolf.