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Chapter Eight

Life has bee moving too fast and I cannot keep up with it. Sorry this is so late. I've been having a writer's block and just a really shit time.

I am the monster you created.
— Recovered missive from Breanne Joy to Captain Katrina Riss

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Breanne

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I walk into my room. Blood and all. The girls eyes avert to me.

Kasia covers her mouth while Kaida comes running to me. "Oh gods. You're alive right?" They're sisters so I found out.

"Hahaha, I wouldn't be standing here if I wasn't alive now would I?" She hits me for that.

"Stop. Is this blood??" She suddenly notices I'm drenched in the red liquid.

"Don't worry, it's not mine." I let her know and go to side stop her so I could shower but she stops me.

"That's supposed to reassure me???" She almost screamed. She held my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I will be." I kissed her forehead and went to shower.

I looked at the red blood washing from my body as the water drips on me. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground.

I couldn't stop the ugly sobbing. I promise Emerald she'll come out with me. I promised her.

At least whoever did it is dead as well. They're not training us for something. They're building war machines.

At the end we'll have no humanity left. We'll be simply a machine for them to work.

I shake my head trying to get the thoughts and realisations out. I stand up and compose myself.

Walking out of the shower with new clean clothes on. Emerald will never have new clothes. She'll forever stay in the clothes she was killed in.

I walk into the room and slip my boots on. "I need to go talk to Captain Riss. I'll be back later." I mumbled as I walked out of the room.

I make the long walk to the redhead's office, knocking on the door I wait for permission. I hear a come in and open the door.

Katrina is sitting in her office chair, her long red hair cascades down her shoulders. "You wanted to see me." I state more than ask.

"Yes. Come, sit." I do as told spreading my legs to accommodate for my large size.

(I think you mean your big Di- sorry I'll go...)

The afternoon light is shining through the glass window making Katrina look almost ethereal. "You killed them all." She states.

"I did." I confirm.

"How. You were 40 against 20." She seems eager for an explanation. Almost as if she didn't believe me.

"Not sure. I just did." I am sure. I do know. But she can't. I can't trust her.

"I see..." She seems almost guilty. As if she knows something I don't.

Suddenly the door breaks open feom behind me and a bag captures my head. "What is going on?!" I yell.

"I didn't want to have to do this. But you left me no choice." Katrina says. "Take her." Is the last thing I hear before something hits my head.

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I wake up in tied to a chair. I try to open my eyes but they feel like they're buried in cement.

My head feels heavier. As if a thousand bricks surround my head making it impossible to lift it up.

Slowly I manage to open my eyes after a few attempts. My head is another thing. It feels like it weighs a tonne.

I breath heavily from the pain inflicted on my neck. Taking a deep breath I hold it in and thrust my head backwards.

My head now lays backwards but at least the nausea isn't as bad like this. I strain my ears trying to hear something from outside this cement room.

Suddenly the heavy metal door opens scaring me. My heart is in my throat as ny stomach churns. My heart is beating so fast it might beat out of my body.

"Ah, I see you woke up." She says. "I'm sorry we have to do this. But there's something you're not telling us. And it's written as classified in your file. It's in your best interest to tell me now, and you'll get to go back to your friends." She explained.

I shake my head no. "I don't know what you're talking about... I already said! I blacked out!"

Her fiery red hair is in a ponytail a few pieces framing her face her light blue eyes are filled with rage and betrayal.

Suddenly everything went black. My ears were ringing and there was a foul smell wafting up my nose.

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Omg Alex is torturing her characters again. Yeah yeah shut it. I closed the patreon account because it was too overwhelming for me. So we'll see what I do with the extra scenes.

This wasn't spell checked because fuck you.

— Alex.