I always tried to keep my hood up and hiding my face, it always fell though so today I didn't bother trying. Wich ended up being the one thing I regret so much. We head outside into the cold snowy Ohio air. I sighed happily at the beautiful cold snow around us before noticing there was a small crowed gathered around a near by store window looking at something. My curiousity got the better of me and I slowly approached the store, Lucy at my side. As people started noticing me they all seemed to start panicking . . . Then I saw it. . . my picture on tv. . .with a made up story. . ."gang lord ninon nilio kills [insert name of random person(s)] and escapes police. Be on the lookout for this woman, if seen report to police immediately."
Murmurs run through the crowed "someone call the cops!" "Its her!!!"
I say just as someone pulls out their phone to call the police. "Wait, no, stop! Please! I'm not a gang lord! I'm not a killer either!!!" Panic is rising in my voice, they ignore me entirely and call the cops. I swear and start to run Lucy follows my lead. We run twords a mountain that's actually pretty close, Police sirens in the distance. We manage to climb the mountain and find a cave to hide in. The cave is dark. Really dark. Once we get into the cave and I walk further into it I fall into a hole managing to cling to the edge with one hand.
Lucy shouts "ninon!!!" She rushes over and grabs my hand to try and pull me up but. . . the fragile edge I was holding onto breaks underneath us. . . and we fall. . . and fall. . .and fall. . . all we see is black. I'm terrified and confused but I know even if I die. I might come back again. I'm terrified for Lucy though. . . I know she, much like me has powers but that's all she really said. . .powers. But right now all we hear are our own screams . . . and all we see is black. . . and all we smell is the smell of the ground, the dirt, the earth. . . and then. . .there's the distant smell of flowers. . .slowly growing stronger . . .then lucy hits something soft and cushiony but I I miss I land a bit off to the side, one of my hands landed on this strange soft cushiony thing. . .then there's nothing. . . just nothing. . .
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The Girl Who Could Never Be Killed.
Fantasythis girl and her freind are not very normal people. The girl gets hurt so much yet still lives to tell the tale. Never dieing. Death is not an option for either of them. The girl or her freind. By the way! I'll be writing atleast two chapters every...
