[ WP ] Immortality has been achieved , but overpopulation is a problem . To solve this , society has created a new job field : `` Angels of Death '' , people who 's job it is to simulate a natural death rate by killing a certain quota of random people a day . You are one of these `` Angels '' .

Marx cursed under her breath as her target took a quick right down a crowded alleyway. A few of the passerby's looked confused in her direction, but continued with their day just as quickly. She might be invisible, but that did n't stop them from being able to hear her Marx reminded herself. 
 
 Luckily, the target stopped midway down the alleyway to talk to an older gentleman, and put a few dollars in his panhandling cup. Then reached into his briefcase to grab a sandwich. The old man's dirty face breaking out into a smile at the kind gesture. 
 
'It does n't matter if he is a good person.' Marx thought to herself as she closed into the five yard limit that she had learned in training.'The person does n't matter. Who they are, what they do, it does n't matter. They are nothing more than a target.' the training mantra repeating over and over in her mind. 
 
 `` Have a blessed day!'' The homeless man said in a praising voice, and the target gave a friendly smile; tipping his hat before heading back off down the busy alleyway. 
 
 These alleyways were empty except for the most illegal of activities when Marx was young. That was over 2000 years ago now. Now, they were jammed packed full of people trying to avoid the over crowed streets as they tried to get past day to day. People now almost standing on top of each other. Marx knew something needed to be done about it, and that was a major reason she had entered into the Angels of Death in the first place. 
 
 A few more yards down, and the man was entering into his apartment building. Marx closed in as she held her breath. Her body inches away from the targets as she squeezed into the apartment near him. The target gave a slight look behind him as her leg lightly grazed his, but he just turned around and shut the door. 
 
 Marx knew better, but she wanted to speak to him. She wanted to say something. They were trained to just kill, and leave. Do n't speak, do n't know, just do. But she could n't Marx was n't sure what drove her, but she took pressed the small button on her wrist console. Canceling out the invisibility barrier. The man let out of a slight expression of shock as his face registered hers. 
 
 `` Are... ummm... you are... one of THEM.'' He said his eyes growing large as his eyes took in her dark black cloak, pale skin, and the large brand of a set of wings on her forehead. 
 
 `` I am.'' She said, her voice harsh from lack of use. 
 
 `` I just wanted you to know, that this is something I have wished for. I am only doing to you what I would want done. You have lived for only 323 years. To you it might feel long. For me, I have lived 2000 years. I was the first person they made immortal. I watched as my family and friends died, and with each passing generation, more of you have come to be. But I would want nothing more than to be in your shoes.'' Marx heard the words come harshly off her tongue, but she did n't care. In this moment, she did not pity the man. She was jealous of him.
