Oh hell no. You thought I was dead? Well, SURPRISE! I'm back! Yes, I was shot in the heart by my dad, and yes, I did die for about ten minutes. My body repairs itself if something life threatening happens to it.

For example, getting shot. After I was gunned down by Dad and that ghost of me talked to Luna, Angelina, and the idiot who drowned, the green light sent my body back home, where Jack and Serena were waiting. I've just been at home for the past two weeks, recovering. Still alive.

Don't look at me like that.

I don't plan to get into life threatening situations, but when I do, and I get killed, it's a useful thing to have. I always come back. That's a threat and a promise, because Satan help me, I will come back. I'm impossible, I can't help it, I just am. If an arm or a leg gets cut off, or even my head, my body will repair itself. It takes more time depending on what gets hurt. If my body is completely destroyed, my DNA will grow a new body. Basically, I can't die. It's just who I am.

It only took a day at home in bed for my heart and lungs to repair. So I basically got to watch T.V. and read books all day. It was fun. So now, I look the exact same, but I have Raven Black wings. Isn't it ironic? So basically I'm the same except for black angel wings and I can fly. Did I forget to mention? Each time my body has to repair a fatal blow, it changes at least one thing about me. And I can focus on what I want that change to be, but I don't always get that change. It's kind of like a lottery.

But now I need to make a grand entrance. Angelina, Cole, and Luna are the only three who know I'm alive, and they don't even know I have wings. I tried not to give them a heart attack, but they'll definitely lose it when they see this. I guess I can hide them... but it would be fun to give them a heart attack... I send a text to all three of them:

I'm all charged up again. Any ideas for an entrance? Cause I have a couple of ideas... you'll have to tell me what you think.

Angelina is the first to reply. Then my sister replies. Cole is doing I don't even know what, cause he doesn't reply. Idiot. Here's basically how our entire conversation went.

A: What are they? I don't have any ideas. Is Cole anywhere?

L: I might have one. I don't know where Cole is. Anyone seen Cole?

C: Does anyone have a banana? Or a rabbit? Or a pencil? Or a pickle?

R: *Death glare* what. What. WHAT does that have to do with anything?!

C: Just wondering.

R: You idiot.

A: Hey! Don't say that!

A: Although Cole, what does that have to do with anything?

L: Seriously? Cole, that has nothing to do with this!

C: Idek. (I don't even know)

R: Yes, we all know what it stands for.

L: You know what, let's just meet in person. Less frustration. School playground, 2 P.M.

A: K

C: Fine

R: Whatever. I'll try not to give you a heart attack.

Yeah, they're going to have a heart attack. And if Cole shows up eating a pickle with a banana in his ear while holding a rabbit, I swear to God... actually, that would be pretty funny. And I still have to make him eat banana-celery salad.

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I'm the first one to the park. To test out my wings, I flew there. My sister is the next one there. She doesn't suspect a thing. Angelina is next. We're all waiting for Cole. Sure enough, here he comes, eating the stupid pickle and carving a banana with a pencil, with what looks like a fluffy guinea pig on his head. He comes up to us.

"What, in the name of Satan, do you have, on your head?!", I ask.

"I couldn't find a bunny. So I used the lint from the dryer.", he says innocently. No, that's not the right word. If you're eating a pickle, carving a banana with a pencil, and have lint on your head, you are a criminal mastermind. (Sarcasm) Derpy is more like it.

"Angelina, care to explain why your boyfriend has had a brainfart, and decided to go into public, wearing", I motion to Cole. "This?"

"I have no clue where he gets this. And isn't the term 'What in God's name'?", she said. That earns her some raised eyebrows from me and my sister. There is no explanation for Cole being an idiot. It just is.

"Ok, anyway, back to what we're all doing here. My plan was I'm going to just appear out of nowhere next Monday, fly around the auditorium, and be all like, 'Not dead!' That's all. Or I could hex some things. And yes, that is the term, but I am a horrible human being, and will likely be going to hell in a handbasket.", I say.

"Wait, wait, wait. Before you hex anything, you can fly?", Cole asks, thinking.

"Well you can talk, linthead.", I reply. I step back and unfold my black wings. They look surprised already. As soon as my feet leave the ground, they're just standing there with their mouths open. Well, yeah, they haven't ever seen a human with wings, flying. It is so worth it. Their faces are priceless. I fly a loop around a tree and land. Cole is just looking so stupid, with his banana and lint. I need to take a photo.

As soon as I land, Jack comes up to me and whispers in my ear. He probably saw me flying around. At least he can get me away from Linthead & Co.

"The police know. They're at the house.", he says. I'm pretty sure a small worried look crosses my face, but I instantly replace it with a smirk. I unfold my wings, take Jack by the hand, and fly away. We'll just see what happens on Monday. Right now, we need to go to the warehouse.

Basically, it's our home away from home. When the police search our house by the school, we move to the warehouse. We have sleeping bags and a mattress and blankets for when it's cold. (Jack uses it normally, because I don't like the heat.) We have a refrigerator, freezer, stove, microwave, toaster, oven, sink, and working shower and bathroom. We both have two bank accounts, one for college, and one for everyday usage. We both have side jobs, but we also earn money from our criminal bosses, the heads of our webs. The more crime we commit, the more money goes to our college fund. Our personal motto is "There will be killing till the score is paid."

Each web has a mark, like a symbol, on all of it's criminals. Jack and I are from two rival webs, but they know we're together, and they're fine with it. Jack's web has their mark on the ankle, my web has theirs down the left arm. Serena's in my web.

We arrive at the warehouse and get situated. Crap. I left my backpack at the house. I'm not sad that I left my schoolwork there, but I had my lockpicks, spray paint, and computer in it. I don't turn in homework. Ever. (I hack the system and change my grades to A's.) Jack has the same files on his computer, though, so we still have the files I need. Spray paint, we have plenty of it. Lockpicks, same. And the security on my computer is super good, so they can't hack it.

I make some coffee for Jack and I. He has a mocha cappuccino and I have a french vanilla cappuccino. After we sit down, I tell him what really happened, further explaining what was told last time we were here.

"It was a Saturday. I was 7 and Luna was 5. We were in our rooms and we heard Mom scream. I knew it wasn't Luna, because she's out of her room when I'm already halfway down the stairs. You can see into the kitchen for over the staircase railing, so I look over the railing and see Dad with a knife and Mom on the ground, her throat cut. I cast a curse at him and he falls over, so he's no threat by now. I ran down the rest of the stairs and to the kitchen door. This all happened within probably 10 seconds. Dad still had the bloody knife in his hands, and Mom was dead, slit throat and bled out. I was breathing heavily from running and I could hear my heartbeat and the clock was just ticking away, not knowing that it's what kills us all, in the end. Counting down our time in the world, down to the second... It's hateful.", I say, getting lost in my thoughts. Back to reality...

"Anyway, so I turned around and yelled for Luna to pack a suitcase full of stuff she might need, I did the same. I knocked Dad out for five-six hours, giving us time to get to some other place. We were on the streets for a couple of months and then Luna's birthday came around. That was my first crime. Stole money to get her a present. A few months later, we were sent to an orphanage. She was adopted, I wasn't. Killed Dad on the day I "died". And it was actually 7 years since we saw each other.", I finish. If you thought I was crying, you're dead wrong. I'm really not emotional, except for maybe anger.

Jack smiles. He understands. I think he always will, but it's time for Monday. Time for me, against the world.