Soon enough, the sky began to darken and the moon slowly arose from its silver slumber. I was set free into the world again, but this time, Ryan wanted to walk me home. His action seemed to enlighten me.
"Thank you, again, Ryan."
I expressed my gratitude once again.
"It's my pleasure."
He waved it off, as we turned away from the busy road and onto a smaller alleyway. There were no people during this time.
A strange surge passed through me as the lightening decreased, which Ryan somehow did not notice.
"Is this even the right way?"
He mindlessly mused to himself unaware of my sudden change.
It almost seemed as though I had lost control when I thoroughly bashed a rock against his head.
I had found my first target, and I managed to get away with my crime, fleeing into another city.
My new short, black hair and my new brown eyes was my next appearance. Eventually, I got used to wearing contacts in my eyes.
Now, I'm called Calli.
Soon, I'll be called another name.
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Bottled Emotions
General FictionMy world is slightly different to yours, in a way which is hard to explain. Firstly, in my world you can buy bottled emotions, which are basically like a liquid drug in the government's eyes. Secondly, said government uses these emotions as an inter...
