My name is Azreal, the angel of death. I just have to say that my name fits me perfectly; any and everybody who crosses paths with me dies. The first thing I have to help prove this, is that both of my parents died when I was little. My mother died when I was born and then my father died when I was three. Okay, well, maybe that�s not too convincing. What if I were to tell you that just two years after my best friend and I met he was killed? I�m not lying, I never lie. The year is 148 AS. If you don�t know what AS is it means After Space. I�m fifteen now and the war has been going on for fifteen years. Yeah, I don�t know if it�s just coinsidence that the war started the year that I was born, but I doubt it. I think that I brought it along with me from my mother�s womb. Death has followed me even as I was born. So, do you believe that my name fits me yet? If you don�t then just keep on listening.

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I look around the base really quickly and then start running across the open space just hoping that nobody sees me. It�s �grocery� day again and it�s my turn to get the food. Well, I always bring it upon myself to get food for all of us. I duck into the docking garage and start making my way to the storage room. I finally get there unseen so far and so I�m pretty happy, at least I have time now. I pick the lock on the storage room and duck inside. There are boxes and boxes of food surrounding me and I start tearing them all open. There�s everything from green beens to icream. I open the cloth sack that I have with me and I start pilling things in, not really caring what I put in but I�m making sure to get some vegetables for the littler kids who need them; not everybody�s like me and can live off of grass if need be. My bag is soon full and I sling it back over my shoulder. I quickly and quietly start making my way back where the others are waiting so that they can unload the bag and I can go back. I never let them come along, it�s too dangerous.

I�m at the fence and unloading the bag when the guns start going off. I silently swear to myself and shove the bag at the little kids infront of me. Then I turn back to the base and start running towards another exit that I know about. I have to make sure that the others aren�t caught, that�s my only goal. I see the hole in the fence and sigh mentally, I�m going to make it. I�m almost homefree when my arm is grabed by somebody. I look up and see a soldier sneering down at me. My heart nearly stops. /Oh well./ I think. I always knew that I wouldn�t be lucky every time. The man starts dragging me towards a building when we both hear somebody shouting. �Bozo! Bet you can�t catch me too!�

I look up and I see David. /No!/ I know that I�m already in for it, but why did David come? I guess that he thinks that he can save me. The little ones must have gone and gotten him. To be so fast he must have been somewhere near too. I hear the soldier curse as David starts running towards the hole in the fence, I can tell that he�s debating whether to nock me out and go for David or to just leave him. He doesn�t move towards David, instead he switches me to his other hand and pulls out a gun. He knows that the other shooters won�t get him. He raises the gun but I�m determind not to let him shoot. I make my free hand into a fist and swing as hard as I can, I hit him in the nose. I can feel the cartlage moving up towards the man�s brain. He falls limply to the ground, I don�t even have to look closely to see that he�s dead.