*************THIS IS A PICTURE OF URU*************
"They sold me."
At that moment I went into an uncontrollable flashback. My anger started to flare as I remembered.
"Get her!"
I ran as fast as I could, but not fast enough. They caught me as I was about to get to the main street. My 8-year-old body wasn't as fast as I thought it could be. I fought back with all that I had but I was restrained easily. My screams were muffled by someone's hand. I look up to see my capturer's face. The face that I saw made my whole being turn to ice.
"Judas."
He smiled a wicked grin that made my stomach churn. I realized that it was a trap. I was tricked into coming to see the one person I trusted. The one person I thought I loved.
"Uru? Are you ok?" I was startled at the sound of Jesse's and Emily's voice. I looked to see them staring at me in confusion.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled at them. They were so young, they didn't know what the world was like. That thought put me into survival mode.
"We need to leave. Now." I grabbed their hands and pull them up to their feet. They were surprised, but agreed none the less.
We were walking in the shadows and listening for any unusual noises. I was experienced in in survival, but not in the responsibility of the survival of others. That is a whole other situation. I'm responsible for two young teenagers. One that is of the supernatural world and one that is from the S.S. Trade. Emily could have been kidnapped, having a search team looking for her. As the thought popped into her head, she decided to ask.
"Emily, may I ask you an important question?" she didn't want to just pop the question out, but rather ask permission.
"Sure." She replied with a smile.
"It's about you being sold, is that okay?" I eased my way into the question.
She stiffened, but only for a moment. She relaxed and took a deep breath. I noted her behavior was that of those born into high society.
"Go ahead." She said calmly.
"Were you kidnapped before being sold?" I asked slowly.
"No. My mother and father sold me to satisfy their needs. But I learned everything I know from my aunt. She would come over and teach me things since I didn't go to school. Of course she didn't know how my parents acted, how awful they really were. They acted as if they were the perfect parents around her." She was crying silently to herself, not noticing her own tears falling down her face.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. Let's stop talking about it. Okay?"
"Okay."
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Psychoactive Weapon
Science Fiction"She is running away from someone. No, not someone. Something. It was tall with broad shoulders and a lean body. It was fast which made her run faster. She needed to get away because she knew what it wanted. She just didn't want to remember them. Sh...
