The Killer

== Prologue ==
"Kill me now," I whisper. Another shot purges in my arm. I feel light headed and dizzy as they decide to get me some medicine. A small flask is filled and I take a sip the bitter taste making my lips pucker. I just lay down and act like nothing happened. Ten shots have already made it into my arms, legs, ears, and nose. I just came down here from school, let alone to know I was going to feel so much pain. 
"Now, just put her in a coma," The doctors whisper. 
"What?" I yell. "A coma?" 
"Of course! You came here for The Killer Plan didn't you?"
"The Killer plan?" I ask. In response, another shot making my eyes get droopy and a crushing headache. 
"The Killer Plan, is a plan for specific people like you! You get amazing talents and a wonderful new identity!" The doctors exclaim. 
"But what do I do?" I ask. 
"Kill," The doctor mumbles. Kill? Kill!? Why?! I don't want to kill! I yell and kick and frail my way out. "Stupid girl, she doesn't...." Another shot pores into my skin making my whole world turn into an eternal night until I wake up again.
== Chapter 1 ==
"This is me?" I ask, touching all of my features. 
"Yeah, you got ran over by a car, can't remember a thing!" The doctors exclaim. 
"What's my name?" I ask. 
"Emerald. Emerald Greene." The doctors reply. It doesn't sound right. I don't get it. I am supposed to be happy for them to tell me, but it seems that they are lying. 
"I was in a coma," I whisper. The doctors nod their heads. Something doesn't feel right. It's me right? I don't feel like it. The doctors give me some medicine and I taste it and it changes strangely familiar. 
"You need surgery," the doctors whisper. My eyes widen. 
"What's wrong now?" I ask. 
"Your arms they need to be laced up." The doctors reply. 
"But, why? They are fine!" I protest. 
"Blood poisoning, we have to fix it." The doctors reply. They pull me up on the gurney and take me to the ER. Wait, how do I know these things? I had a major concussion! This doesn't make any sense. I sigh as they give me painful shots and more medicine. 
"Kill me now," I whisper. My eyes widen as my mouth locks into the beginning of the sentence. The doctors angrily push me down and give me a last shot the last thing I see is the lightning out of my window. 
== Chapter 2 ==
"Wow, great, thanks," I mummer sarcastically. My attitude made the car swerve in the first place. We just moved here, from New York. My black hair waves back and forth as I look and I see the shocking sight of a knife.