I fight until I'm inside the headquarters, running through halls strangely familiar. I strike people left and right, not bothering to hew their limbs from their body, letting the electricity do its work. Instinct takes over once more and I bound up the stairs, hunting for a particular room even as I'm hunting people. I veer off my course of rampage and barrel through the correct door.
About thirty wide-eyed children stare back at me.
"Jenna?" a little blond girl asks.
"DON'T USE THAT NAME!!!!!" I roar. The children hide their faces. A dozen or so burst into tears. I need them out. So I bare my teeth and say, "You should probably run." They scramble out the door and into the fighting. I enter a complex code, locking the door to make sure no one can get in.
I hear their screams and wails as a few are cut down in the fighting, and the others are captured for Remodeling. My mouth falls open as I realize what I've done.
Then I collapse to the ground, sobbing.
But no tears come.
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The Darker Side of Me
УжасыJenna Laosky was five years old when she watched her mother shot down in cold blood. Fourteen years later, she's a highly trained, intelligent fighter for justice. She also happens to a be a prisoner. Captured by the most devious commander in the Un...
