Myra's POV
( 6 years ago, 13 yr's old)
"YOUR A DESRACE TO THE HUNTER NAME YOU WIMP!" Her father yelled, his breath tinted with liquor
She shuffled back towards the wall, wincing at what was to come.
"YOUR A FILTHY RAT! YOU DONT DESERVE A LIFE!" He spat, with more repeated hits towards her frail frame.
"Oh Myra.....Tsk..Tsk..." Her mother leaned against the door frame, swirling her liquor , and sneering
She strode towards them, her skin tight dress riding up , and exposing her underwear line.
Myra stared at the floor, shaking softly at the pain, She closed her eyes,
As her mother jabed her heels into Myra's ribs, and her father beat her senselessly.
Myra' parents soon got bored and left, probably to some bar..
She stood slowly, her legs nearly able to fulfill there perpous.
She stumbled up stairs, curled onto the concrete floor, and fell asleep to the fading rythm of her heart.
Myra woke up with a gasp, rolling over and stading up slowly rubing her swore ribs.
Was this life...normal? ... She started to wonder then realized it wasn't... All the kids at school, seemed well fed...not brusied...and....able to stand..
The choice she made in those few seconds, changed the world, from the core.
She, was leaving . Packing little of what she had,
Myra shuffled down stairs, took what remaining money her parents had, and left.
The life she had led, being raised by hunters....being beaten because of her size compared to the rest.was anything but normal.
It was torture.
(Flashback end~)
That life, was another it had been six years, Myra was now 19, and stronger then the normal hunter.
Faster, and you could say she had a few guys begging at her feet.
Waist blonde hair, with banges that covered one of her eyes.
The ends were slightly brown, and her eyes were like a baby deer's, big round,and well gave off the impression she was innocent.
Which of course was wrong, very wrong.
Myra' had the record for killing the most blood reapers, they were now extinct thanks to her.
Well...almost extinct there was one left, fawn. Myra' was determined to kill the last.
It was her one and only goal in life, after fawn died, myra could finally die. Finally, hopefully not of fawn's hands. But of old age.
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(BACK NOTE IMPORTANT PLEASE READ)
Hunter's can live forever, they can die but not of the hands of old age, a hunter can only die, once all blood reapers are dead.
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Murder Intended
AksiIt was never suppose to be this way.... Why the pain?..I-I can't breath. someone..please.. The last two of there race... were they supposed to die? She is unsure,is this how death should be like.?
