Growing up, being taught to kill, being given the drugs that will let you do it. All of these things are something that Visha has experienced. But in this generation of the Assassin School called Figet, there was something wrong with the strings of DNA they put into their newest batch of children. They gave them feelings. So as they realize what they're doing, as they try to figure out right from wrong, they will also have to survive.

//yes, I know I'm not good at writing descriptions, but my book writing is much better, I promise!

    I sat there, numb, unable to move, staring straight ahead as she uselessly tried to pull a brush through my hair. He was gone. And I could never get him back.      The girl gave up, putting the brush to the side and pulling out a pair of scissors. Fresh tears ran down my face as I watched her began cutting my hair into a pixie cut. The mere was old but showed my new hair cut perfectly.       It only showed the brown of my hair now, and framed my face perfectly. But it wasn't me. The pictures that ran through my head told me it was me. But the maze had changed that. It wasn't me anymore. I wasn't sure that I could ever be the girl I was before again.

I don't know, what do you say about a freaking poem? 

The only thing she remembered was the sensation. The calmness. The silence. The peace. But most of all, the dark.

It seemed to slowly close in around her as she tried to breathe, tried to fight it.

She looked at the bright lamp. The last light she would ever see. And it was deathly white. Just like her.