I was 15 back then.
when my life finally changed.
just a few months from my birthday.
I was at camp at least that's what they called it; my parents I mean.
I was giving them trouble back then. i would come home battered and bruised.
To many fights I guess.
So they finally sent me away.
Though the camp wan't exactly a camp it was called Hell's Gates it was a place to train killers.
Funny part was my parents thought it was a correctional facility to train children how to act better, boy were they so wrong.
I mean the actual name of the camp was Hell's Gates, how clueless could you be.
That day they hugged and kissed and wished me well, but i knew what they were really thinking.
They were glad i was gone. they wont see or hear from me again.
i could only think about how the one person that truly cared about me was holding up.
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Three years later i was moved into cabin 38.
It wasn't a big deal for me because they would move Me all the time. I was moving up in the ranks quicker than any one imagined.
I had no friends and I had no heart.
I was perfect.
The thrill left me long ago.
The others need me, at least that's how they put it.
I take down the weak, I can handle any thing they could ever through at me.
my face was emotionless and I only look out for myself.
The caretaker pulls me into his office every now and then telling me what i mean to his camp.
He tells me that he wishes i was his daughter and he my father which really meant that he was proud some thing that i haven't felt in years.
"thank you sir." i just sat there and said.
He isn't my dad although sometimes I wish he was. i never understood that emotion the one they called love.
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I am feared through out the camp and what ever issues I have I exterminate.
the counselors don't mind even when its one of their own because it only exhibits more of my strength to the camp, and the more i grow the closer I get to becoming one of them.
When they transferred me into Hell's Gate 38 I wish I was being suffocated.
Here I am clad in leather boots and skinny jeans a black camosoul and my dark leather jacket.
they must of known I was coming, for it was deathly quit outside.
I didn't have to see when I could smell them all.
the weakness was infuriating.
That's how I knew they wouldn't last long.
it's sad really I was hoping for a good fight but this was going to be a waste of my time.
