In the heart of a bustling city, where shadows danced with the flicker of streetlights, lived Amanda - a tall, strong, and stunningly beautiful high school senior. Her brown hair, often tied in a practical yet elegant ponytail, framed her striking green eyes that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality. At 18 years old, Amanda stood on the brink of graduation, but she was no ordinary student.
Gifted with a perfect memory and extraordinary speed, Amanda possessed the uncanny ability to perceive the world in split-second intervals. This unique skill set her apart from her peers, making her a formidable presence both in the classroom and on the training ground.
Every afternoon, after the final bell rang, Amanda could be found in the school's sword club, a sanctuary for those who sought mastery over the blade. Under the watchful eye of Mr. Steven, an ordinary yet dedicated teacher, Amanda honed her skills with relentless determination. Mr. Steven recognized the raw potential within her, pushing Amanda to her limits, knowing that she was destined for something far greater than high school competitions.
Amanda's life seemed to be a delicate balance of ordinary teenage concerns and extraordinary capabilities, each day bringing her closer to an unknown destiny that awaited beyond the walls of her school.
One day, Amanda found herself late at her training at school. As she hurried through the empty halls, a chill ran down her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that an ominous presence had been watching her since the start of the day. Her eyes darted to a nearby window, and she caught a glimpse of a shadow moving outside.
Determined to confront this unsettling feeling, Amanda rushed to the sword club where Mr. Steven was already preparing to leave.
"Mr. Steven," she called out, her voice tinged with urgency. "I need to talk to you."
He looked up, sensing the seriousness in her tone. "What is it, Amanda?"
"I think someone has been following me all day," she said, glancing back at the window. "I saw a shadow moving outside just now."
Mr. Steven frowned, his brows knitting together in concern. "Are you sure, Amanda?"
"Yes," she insisted, her green eyes unwavering. "I've had this feeling since this morning, and now I'm certain."
Mr. Steven nodded, taking her words seriously. "Alright, I'll call the police. Stay here."
As Mr. Steven pulled out his phone and started dialing, Amanda's determination only grew. She couldn't just sit and wait. Her stalker might escape before the police come. Her extraordinary senses urged her to confront the stalker herself. Quietly, she slipped out of the room and headed towards the door leading outside, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and resolve.
Amanda stepped outside into the dimly lit school grounds, the weight of her wooden sword comforting in her hand. She took a deep breath and called out, "Show yourself! I know you're here."
A figure emerged from the shadows, a hooded figure brandishing a knife that gleamed menacingly in the faint light. Amanda's eyes narrowed as she faced him. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice clear and firm despite the frown that creased her brow at the sight of the knife.
The stalker didn't reply. Instead, he lunged at her, the knife flashing towards her with deadly intent. Amanda was prepared. Her extraordinary reflexes kicked in, and she parried his strikes with her wooden sword. Despite his speed and training, he was no match for Amanda's unique abilities. She evaded his attacks effortlessly, waiting for the right moment.
When she saw an opening, she struck, hitting him hard in the stomach and slamming him against the wall, her grip on his arm like iron. The stalker let out a chilling laugh. "Finally found you, A49," he chuckled darkly.
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Bloodlust Curse
Mystery / Thriller"The language of pain is spoken fluently by those who have danced with darkness." Blood and deaths everywhere... Where did I go wrong in my life? That's what Amanda thought when her normal ordinary high school life turned into a bloodbath. It all be...
