Shadows Uncovered [REWRITING]

Prologue

People were always telling me that "the past belongs to the past, that's why you should focus to the present". Well, after all these years, I tried, so, so hard.

The truth is, your past life, revolves around you. Who you were, who you are, who you will be, what you will do, what you did, what you do.

Everything reveals each tiny, or not, mistake you have made. Some people change as life progresses. But the actual truth, is that people never change. They remain the same they were the year or day when they decided to erase that memory of them. For better or worse, memories stay in our minds forever. It is our decision whether or not we get to live with, or without them.

That's also the very reason, our past habits never abandon us. We just choose to leave them behind. But once the desire reveals itself again, suddenly someone is more eager to commit the same sin they committed in the past disregarding all their promises or vows not to.

Once the fear is again unlocked, you have to look at it, straight in the face. You say you're strong but in reality, you are super soft on the inside. Feelingless, cold hearted, emotionless. All humans are designed with emotions, some of them just hide them too well, unlike others.But all of us have a beast well hidden inside us.

When the thunder strikes back, there's no time to think. It's time to run. Where to? Anywhere. Nothing is going to save you. Not yourself, not your friends, not your so called family, not your boyfriend or your ex, and specifically not your dearest enemy.

So why should you run? I don't know. Instinct, I guess. Survival mode activated, maybe. Grab a gun, shoot and run. There are no friends, or people. Only opponents. The pawns you should erase from the board. Once. And. For. All.

Before they do. Because they are close. You're not as strong as you think. You will never be. Go numb and heartless, make it work, will you?

There's no time to think. This is the time where we strike back. It's the time where we finally get to win.

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"Strongest of them all"

7 years before - after the time stopped

"My bad habits were undeniably my talents. I kill, to enjoy. I run, to feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Nothing is important to me, other than me. Humans don't matter. They're all made from the same mud."

When it is dark outside, it's always as if the bad guys are out, hunting. In the daytime, you see people catching the subway, running late to work, others enjoying their first, second or even third coffee of the day, even if the clock says 8am. Mysterious, depressed, lonely, deeply hurt, all of them even though they seem different they are actually the same. In her eyes, the world was the same. Everything. Everyone. All of it. Only one word was familiar to her: enemy.

       enemy: a thing that harms or weakens something else.

She was never familiar to the definition of that word. She was never her own enemy. However, she had many enemies waiting for her anywhere she was. She was their enemy. And that is why those enemies she had, never dared to touch her. They didn't even dare to mess with her, she knew her strength well enough to knock them out.

She was always the outcast, the extraordinary, the mysterious girl with super silky hair and godlike features, only in the shape of a demon. Whoever approached her, died. She was innocent and never at fault. Or, that's rather the way she likes her image, well hidden.