Hunters

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<>Ryes POV<>

It's blurred and fuzzy; my eyes open to a jolt of pain running through my body. There are men talking. "So when we release them into the environment, they will be hunted by all other animals and two represents from our staff. They die or you die..." The images flashes to the men infront of a big cave.

"This is the exit?"

"Yes, but everyone else has boundaries. Hit a boundary and you will be shocked with ten thousand volts of electricity, but with their super human genes, it should only knock them out," The image ripples back into my body of the lab.

"We will be inputting an artificial intelligence into each child, this intelligence only knows to kill others, but once they escape the facility all things of the intelligence will be destroyed... probably,"

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I'm back panting and sweating. I attempt to get up only to feel a sudden shockwave of pain through my body starting at my right shoulder, my scythe is beside me. "Return," I mutter to the scythe as it deformed into a puddle of a black liquid glowing of light blue aura that drizzles into the ground back into the abyss. "Rose, we have to keep moving there are hunters here and all the animals want us dead. If we stay we will just be making a death wish,

"I'll tell the others, but before, I thought you would want to see yourself," She pulls out a piece of a mirror then walks off to tell the others. I stare into my dark brown eyes with my shaggy dark brown hair.

"So we all have demons in us until we escape,"

That is very accurate, you pick up fast boy," a deep voice I've never heard before hisses.

"SHOW YOURSELF!"

"What if I can't show myself but only talk to you?" It hisses back at me; I'm paralyzed so I can only stare at my reflection as my eyes warp from dark brown brown to a blood red iris with a serpentine pupil, my scythe still smeared of the wolfs dark blood materializes into my small and nimble hands. My arms shriek in pain to me but it's as if I was muted and frozen until my hand move, but I didn't do anything...

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