I jumped from the bed and to the other side of the room. Maria's soon to be ex-husband fell onto the bed, almost stabbing himself with his own knife.

He pushed himself up from the bed and looked at me, a smirk on his face.

"Your quicker than I expected you to be. You are injured, after all."

It wasn't me, I thought. That was all adrenaline. And for my sake, I better not tell him that.

"Why do you want to kill me?" I asked. "Did I do something horrible to deserve death?"

He laughed evilly. "Of course you didn't do anything to deserve it. No one deserves to be killed. You're just a monster that needs to be destroyed. You scare children and adults. You should never have left your world. Just look where that bright idea got you. You broke your wing, and now that you can't escape," he twirled the knife professionally in his hand, "your going to die."

"Your wrong," I heard myself say. "I-I'm not a monster. I'm just different. You're a monster if you think that killing me is the right thing to do."

He laughed again. "I may be a monster, then, but I promise you that your mouth isn't going to save you."

"Maria!!" I screamed again. Then I looked back at the man in front of me who was smirking like an idiot. I don't even know his name... I realized.

Just then he lunged at me, and I barely avoided the blade as it went right by me, cutting my nightgown.

I winced at the pain in my wing every time I dodged an attack from this man, and I was pretty sure he noticed.

He stabbed at me again, and I didn't dodge it quickly enough. The knife went into my side, and I screamed in pain.

The man let go of the knife, and I fell to the ground, the knife burning inside my body. Why do they always have to use these stupid anti blades? I thought while trying to figure out if removing the blade would hurt worse than leaving it there.

I saw blood pooling under my body, and decided to remove the blade. It would hurt, but at least the blade wouldn't be burning me anymore.

I struggled, but eventually got to my feet.

The man laughed. I knew that I looked pitiful. It was his fault for that.

Biting my lower lip to keep from screaming, I gently removed the blade from its spot in my side. Blood gushed out the moment the blade was free, and then it slowed to a small flow. At least now the wound could try to heal itself a little...

Weak from blood loss, I held the knife up in my shaking hand toward the man in front of me. He smirked and crossed his arms, as if daring me to try something. I knew he had an extra weapon under his lab coat somewhere. That would be the only reasons he was giving me that look.

I didn't attack him. Instead, I kept the knife in front of me to defend myself if he attacked, and decided to yell for Maria once more. If she didn't come after that, then I was truly on my own.

"Maria!" I screamed as loud as I could. The man laughed and reached under his lab coat. He pulled out a blade, much bigger than the knife I held in my hands.

I tried to look strong and confident, despite how weak and scared I was. I was light headed from blood loss, and I held what seemed like a butter knife compared to his sword. I knew it was over for me before either of us even made our next move, but I decided to go down fighting.

I ran at him, knife in one hand, and he swung his blade. I dodged, and the tip cut my shoulder. I ignored the burning pain and tried to stay focused,but everything was getting hazy, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

I lunged at him again, and this time dodged his blade entirely, and able to get close enough to throw the knife at him. It hit him in the shoulder, but didn't cut him, and fell to the floor.

He laughed at me, and I felt myself fall to the floor, unable to stand again. I saw the man towering over me, the blade of his sword pointing to me, aimed at my chest. The only thing I could do was watch as he lowered the blade, and rested the tip over the left side of my chest.

I waited for the moment I would take my last breath. I watched the man, and his face looked determined. But when he went to put weight behind the blade and finish me off, his face reflected that he was having second thoughts.

He sighed, then removed the sword from my chest.

I was about to say something when I felt the blade my arm. I screamed, and then he stabbed my leg. I held back the scream threatening to leave me again as he stabbed my other leg, then sliced a gash in my stomach.

I saw him through tears that he had turned around and picked up the knife I had thrown at him. He turned back to me and stabbed it into my shoulder, close to my neck. He let go of the knife and stood again, leaving it in my shoulder.

I finally let out a soft cry, then lost myself to darkness.