⁰² / "black scorpions"

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⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘 ⁂̩̩͙͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁎̩͙

======" Cause if I could see your face once moreI could die a happy man, I'm sure "======CH

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" Cause if I could see your face once more
I could die a happy man, I'm sure "
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CH. 2

7 years later... (Present)
Age: 22

Luna dashes down the streets in the dead of night. Her midnight blue-dyed hair blew in the breeze.

He'll catch up to her if she doesn't act rapidly. She'll be dead if he catches up to her. She keeps running and just looks back once.

She notices him approaching her with a pistol in his possession. His dark brown hair was pulled back and he wore a mask on the lower half of his face.

"J#04, por favor deje de!" She screams at the guy and walks out. He spat at her, "Ya no tienes derecho a llamarme asi, Luna."

She keeps running until she spots a motorcycle. It was ideal. She first learned to ride one when she was in her teen years (illegally).

She dashes up to it only to discover that it is locked. She grunts and pushes the vehicle out of its parking space and out of the lot.

She searches for the keys on the off-chance that the owner left them behind. She notices the man who was chasing her as she unlocks the compartment under the seat.

She immediately sat on the seat after picking the keys up from it and closing it from behind. She put the keys in the ignition, but the engine won't start. "Mierda. Come on!" She shouts at the machine, immediately removing and replacing the key.

The sound of his footsteps gets closer and closer to her. "Work, you son of a whore," she mutters as she pulls the key out and rushes it back into the keyhole.

She drops it by mistake and leaps from her seat, frantically searching for them. She notices them after a few seconds and easily gathers them up before returning to her seat.

"Vuelve, cariño. Aun no hemos terminado contigo."Although chuckling after, a male voice chants. She turns around to find the same guy she had seen a few moments before. She was running from him.

Her own kind.

She grunts and rapidly returns her attention to the motorcycle. When she punches the handle, she says, "Bastard. Ahora vamos." Finally, she sees the engine begin to run.

She leaves immediately and leaves the parking lot. She can hear the footsteps being louder and quicker over the motorcycle noises. One thing is certain: he's fast and loud.

He pulls his mask down and says through the phone, "Ella esta en tu camino, A#02." The engine of the motorcycle that the girl had stolen then roared out into the distance.

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