Welcome to Gaia! ::

1.He stood with his back to moon looking down on the docile feilds and sleeping cities. Looking at beautiful flowers illuminated by the pale serene light from the heavens. Looking at lovers in the night exchanging secret vows. Looking at creatures scuttling along the ground searching for food. He observed the lives and all the intricacys of those he was meant to destroy. He knew it was his destiny to restore his race of angles driven from the Earth by selfish humans to its former, rightfull glory. He felt the power building in his hand, powered by all his kin loaning him their strength to end the reign of humans over the Earth. He watched, struggling with the dilema he faced. To kill a race of innocent beings who don't bear the guilt of thier forefathers or to let his own glorious people suffer being alienated from thier home. He turned, facing himself to the sky and screamed with all his might a single word bearing a liftime of suffering and indecision "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A tear rolled down his cheek as he made his decision. He put his hand on his own neck... and in an instant his throat was out of his body.

2.A man waited in the shadows of an empty subway station alone yet not daring to move on fear of discovery. A train rolled into the station close to midnight. The few riders left emerged and passed him in silence leaving the station quickly to persue their homes never knowing they had had walked inches away from the man. It seemed that this was the last stop proved by the trains lack of motion. the front door slid open and the conductor walked out with a smile on his face. the conductor was often at the station this late and was unphased by the seemingly unnatural silence. The hidden man emotions started to get tthe better of him. the arrogance, that little piss ant should be more afraid of the shadows, the rustles in the night. how dare he ignore me like this.The man thought. He struggled to keep himself still as the man passed. He wanted to throw himself at the conductor, wanted to rip his head off. His fists clenched so hard his palms started to bleed. Finally the conductor had passed him. Still without a sound he jumped behind the conductor. In a flash of silver he skillfuly withdrew a hatchet. That arrogant a*****e will learn his leason once and for all. I'll show him. He raised the hatchet over his head and dashed toward the conductor. The conductor turned around to see the man swinging at him. BANG! a pain tore through the mans lower back all the way to his stomach. his grip loosened and the hatchet wizzed over the shoulder of the conductor "nooo!" the man screamed as he tried to grab for the flying hatchet. he turned to see a young man in the door of the front car, a pistol clutched between shaking hands

sorry for any and all spelling mistakes i didnt feel like proofreading

3.The man posed with enequalled control his body. He prepared to make a dive into the pool. People were screaming, cheering him on. From the noise he heard an occasional "Go on" or "You can do it". He was high from the ground but his target was big so he didn't fear failure. He lifted himself up on his toes a few times getting ready to perform the jump. With perfect form and execution he soared through the air. He flew straight and true, his target the ground, his destination the pool of death and despair. The screams became clearer in his mind morphing as he dove to cries of "NOOOO!" and "Don't please daddy no". Despite his attempt at seriousness he now let out a laugh of joy and and lightheartedness. The last thing he felt was happyness, an ironic ending to a miserable life.