Isn't it funny how your whole existence can be mutilated, maimed and turned into something so ridiculously different in just seconds? I thought so. They always told us that we had control of our lives, and that if we wanted change, it was our decision. How moronically they had made us believe that nobody else could dictate how you lived your life. There was no power. You could not simply say, 'no' when a problem which did not appeal to you arose. You never have complete control.
Had someone sat down and told me what my life was about to become in the moments leading up to it, I would have simply laughed and said, 'no way.' It seemed so surreal, so impossible. Just like they had taught me, I was sure that I had the power, nobody else could turn my life into something that I didn't want it to be.
But it happened anyway and even when I pinched my skin to wake myself from the dream, it didn't go away.
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Obliterate
Fanfic"There's hundreds of them and just two of us. Eventually they're going to succeed, and we will be obliterated."
