A pair of eyes snap open. Each orb flash a vibrant color, glistening unnaturally. The girl sits up, her movements stiff like a robot's. Every strand of hair slides perfectly into place, an unmoving curtain of jet black. She swings her legs down and dresses rigidly, all this while, never blinking. Her eyes seem to pulse violently before focusing on a shade of scarlet blood red. The floor creaks under her cold feet that moved across the wooden planks soundlessly. She heads down to the kitchen, pushing past her father who dropped his mug of coffee, splattering the blinding white tiles with a scorching dark liquid. "Rebecca?" The knife slides out from its sheaf smoothly, casting gleams that bounced around the room. Unflinchingly, she lowers the knife onto her wrist, where she slits it, drawing a symbol that her father only recognized from his dangerous lines of work. Cut by cut, a shape is formed. "Re-Rebecca?" Her father stutters behind her. Slowly, almost teasingly, she turns, an eerily calm expression pasted on her face. Then she utters the words that drived painfully into her father's heart like a pair of knives. "I have awakened"
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The Awakened
Science FictionEarth has turned catastrophic. Wave after wave of assault hits the very place where humans and animals call home. Several hundred thousands of people die everyday, whether due to the "other-wordly" plague, or to the freak storms and earthquakes that...
