<div align="center"><strong>Madison Hart</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/2178777198_712025f687.jpg)</div><br/>"P-Please! No more!" cried the whimpering blonde girl, her figure hunched forward and held up only by the restraints that kept her in her chair. In an instant her body grew rigid and tense before she threw her head back to scream in agony, her torso writhing about frantically as a pale liquid trickled through an intravenous drip into her arm. "No! No! NO!" the writhing figure screamed, almost instinctively as the agony stopped her mind from forming any other words or coherent thoughts. It took a few moments for the thrashing to stop and the girl to slump forward weakly, her tangled blonde locks falling forwards to hide her features. A weak sobbing sound echoed throughout the room while rivers of sweat dripped down along her hair, leaving it thoroughly saturated.<br/><br/>Slowly a black gloved hand reached out to tilt the girl's head up to face her, the figure staring down from behind cold, grey eyes. Gazing at the young girl for a moment, the figure slowly reached out with another leather gloved hand, dabbing at her forehead with a cool, damp cloth. "W-why are you doing this?" the girl finally whimpered, her voice trembling and weak. Those grey eyes seemed to contemplate for a moment, staring at her with cold detachment before she replied "You're awfully young to be an Angel. Why do you do it?" The young girl's brow crinkled in confusion at the question, before she finally stammered out "I-It keeps me alive." Slowly she looked up at her with soft, pleading eyes. "Please, I want to live! I-I'll do anything."<br/><br/>The grey eyed girl scowled with disgust before pressing her finger down on the plunger of a syringe, sending another stream of liquid flowing through an intravenous drip. "You see? That's the problem with your kind," she said, her tone electric with hatred and anger. "All you care about is yourselves. Not the people you claim to "protect"." Leaning in close to whisper in the girl's ear she added "And certainly not my sister." A tiny gasp of shock escaped the girl's lips, her eyes going wide for a brief second as the liquid reached her heart, before slowly fluttering shut. As the girl's body slumped forwards those grey eyes seemed to soften for a moment. She had made the girl's death as quick and painless as possible; one final act of mercy granted only because of her youth.<br/><br/>Slowly the gloved figure started to undo the restraints holding the girl's body in the chair, hefting her up to throw her on a small gurney. Dragging the gurney upstairs and out a sidedoor, the woman started to wheel the body towards the meat market. The trip wasn't a long one and soon she brought the gurney to a stop at the back entrance to one of the butchers. Knocking on the thick, steel door she waited until the door opened and a grubby figure poked his head out, a grin spreading across his face to reveal a row of yellow teeth. "Ah, Maddy. You've brought me a fresh one I see."