She found it funny.

It was just funny how she always found herself in this position. Never for the same reason but the same nevertheless. She's a creature of destruction. She's accepted that. What else could she possibly be made for? A creature born of death would never be a being who would bring peace or hope. She'd tried. She thought maybe she could prove fate wrong but it all ended falling on it's face. She'd made choices to protect some and the ones who would prove if she could be used for good reacted in such an way to show how distrustful  they were of her existence. She retaliated to their attack justly.

It was just.... lovely. Watching fear roll off of those who knew they had done wrong and were paying for it. 

The teen beneath her withered in her hold. The wings terrified people who weren't expecting them. They didn't give off an aura of awe and wonder. The instincts of any creature knew that the sight of them was a warning of cruel death. The glistening black scales shining in the moonlight, her face partially hidden by shadow as the moon aluminated her from behind. Her. Nocturnal eyes occasionally sparking a reflective color when the light hit them just right as she continued to carve the raged Letters into the irresponsible adolescent's abdomen lightly. She only wanted it to be a flesh wound. She wanted him to survive this. She wanted others to know  in the future what he was.

His screams were comforting as the stronger female kept the bully still. She'd dragged him to the top of his apartment building. And easy maneuver that was basically child's play by this point in her career.

Max could remember. She could remember sensations and the lingering fear a memory even if she wasn't sure of any particular detail about it. She just knew it happened. She'd done this before many times. Not for her own interest but others. It was far more Common in centuries before this. Or at least she felt like he had to have been that long ago. When she'd be paid to go after those who had offended a richer family with an unjust deed.

She wish she could actually remember and not just think and comprehend the lingering wisp of the long ago stolen piece of her mind.

"Think before you act. Next time you won't be given another chance." She told him before wiping the blood off of her blade, using the teens shirt to remove the crimson streaks.

She left him in shock and pain on the roof. He was partially clothed and would stay that way for weeks to come in the future as the wound would heal.

She chuckled as she walked away, long tail sweeping delicately behind her as t just hovered over the ground. She'd never drag it but it nearly as long as her own body. The long appendage helped her keep her balance as she walked to the opposite side of the roof. Two of the seven offenders lived in the same building. It made her purr at the though of each of them getting to listen to the whimpers of the other. Similar to the pained sounds they drew from her hatchling because of a stupid, unfair act. She couldn't fathom why Grey hadn't fought back, but the last was the last and it only fueled her anger as she dropped down into the next apartment of the awaiting prey soundly asleep in their warm bed-

"Up late watching porn are we young man? Was Earlier not enough for you?" She hissed.

Dark brown, almost black irrises snapped up to her in panic of being caught, the unknown identity of the person and meaning behind her words not sinking into his mind until she'd already dragged him up the fire escape.

A group of jocks had been the unworthy beings to take the dignity of her Grey. How disgusting. She thought as he let out objective sounds she wasn't paying attention to as she shoved him towards the ground. This one wasn't nearly as weak as the other. Tall and sturdily built he didn't falter like she expected. No worries. She'd only given him a live tap compared to what she truly was capable of. 

The two males exchanged panic conversation in the short second before the second was shoved down hard. She spared him death by catching his shirt, stopping his skull from forcefully slamming into the cement before dropping him an inch away just to rather give him a good headache.

The act was no less different then the last and then five soon to come. She made it slow and painful, twisting their limbs painfully when they reacted how she disliked. Each were given their own mark. A simple seven letter word for a simple seven high schoolers.

RAPISTS.