I opened my eyes, seeing nothing but the woods around me. Smelling the burnt wood and feeling the lack of warmth on my back, I got up from my resting spot, in search for more firewood. 'I hope it doesn't take too long, or I'll just move on,' I though realistically, feeling wide awake under the starry night sky. As I scrounged around searching for thick but light pieces of wood, I heard a rustle in the trees. Dropping what I had already collected, I closed my eyes to listen on the sounds of the forest, not making a sound.
*rustling in the trees and bushes*
I stood up, knowing that my opponent was nearby, and starting to surround me. Their movements were good, but not good enough. I felt my arms start to heat up and glow, glaring in the direction of the closest enemy. 'In the tree on my left, what a rookie move, you dumbass,' I thought, wishing I could say it out loud.
"Well, well, well," a voice said behind me. I slowly turned around, glaring at the smiling man. " It seems that we've finally caught you after these blasted years, now hasn't it," He asked me, his smug grin still on his face. 'HA! You think you've won, but I have the upper hand in this fight,' I smirked as I thought to myself how easy this fight will be, based on my previous ones. "Now, if you come with us unarmed, then we'll spare your life", he said as he pulled out an expensive cigar, lighting it with his lighter. "Refuse to come quietly, then we'll be required to use force." I saw him continuing to smile as he blew out some smoke. I smiled. 'OH, how fun this will be', I thought as one of my arms started to glow while the other began showing small bolts of lightning surrounding it. Slowly raising my hands up, I aimed them at the hunter in front of me.
As my hands started radiating with power, I saw him start to get worried. Before he could even reach for his gun, I shot out both a powerful burst of electricity and an untamable blast of fire, instantly making him scream as he disintegrated. The rest jumped up from their positions, rage filling their eyes as they charged towards me. With a smile on my face, I beat and killed each of them without breaking a sweat. A pool of blood surrounded my feet, something I quickly disposed of with my fire as I walked away.
I collapsed to the ground when I was about halfway to my makeshift camp. As I sweated and let the pain course through my body, I panted and tried to not cry. But that was how things were, ever since those monsters made me the ultimate killing machine.
This was my curse.
This was my punishment.
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Action26 year old Primrose Hawthorn has lived through 10 years of hell, and has only a few things on her mind; One, and her most important, not getting caught by the government who kidnapped her in the first place. And two, surviving on her own. She disco...
