Kay Winston {unfinished}{editing}

March 8, 2025

*Just a disclaimer that this first sentence isn't mine and I do not in any way, shape, or form own it. All the credit goes to the company/creator of the Stranger Sagas*

Also I am a blossoming writer so if at any point you feel something makes no sense or is confusing please comment to express your ideas I would greatly appreciate it.

Enjoy!!!
----------------
--------------------------
-----------------------------------

At birth everyone's tattooed with their date of death...mine dated yesterday.

I put on my black sweatshirt, laced up my hoodie, then blended into the crowd.

"Where do you think you're going?" Growled a man tugging me from the back of my arm.

I pivoted then met his dark brown eyes with my purple ones.

"Sleep."

The man hit the ground as a nearby crowd began to circle around the scene. Shit.

I promised myself not to draw any unnecessary attention, but I was fed up.

First they took away my little brother then my mom, and they expect me to just sit around and wait? Hell no. I needed justice.

So what if the price comes with one small scene.... I have to risk it.

I snuck away as the circle became bigger and bigger. After all, no one could ignore a fallen trooper. Sirens, wild dogs, along with tear gas broke up the people within 30 seconds. It truly was a government talent.

Fortunately for me I had Just enough time to broadcast one of my many talents as well: running.

Who is that? I overheard someone whisper as I Jostled between people and buildings. I made a sharp turn to my left between two abandon buildings, and found myself cornered in an alley with a fence to my back.

Smashed glass pieces that rattled with each step I took were the only things giving my presence away.

My eyes trailed around. The coast is clear. Slowly lifting my hoodie off my head, I checked the lower half of my left arm: 3/7/25. It was crossed out with some type of magical permanent red line.

Why am I not dead yet?

Worried and confused, I looked up to what was suppose to be a clear blue sky, but turned out to be an investation of police helicopters swarming like flies and grey smoke following them.

I sighed. Where did it all go wrong?

Here in Damian City no one is safe. At least not when the government turned on us, and we were left to survive on our own

The government incripted the people of Damian City with a date on their left arm. It wasn't long before we realized that those dates were a death sentence since people started dropping like animals.

Now some people believe: they are still for us and not against us according to the Constitution. Others believe: weren't they the ones that wrote it in the first place?

The ones that are against them now, aka me, are called asars. The ones that are still for them, however, are called idiots.

Being the asar that I am, my small family of other asars consists of my 4 year old brother,Tim, and my 38 year old mom, Jacklin.

Unfortunately, they were taken away from me about a week ago by armed troops for some unknown reason. They promised they'd return them safely within 3 days, but now that those 3 days passed I must take matters into my own hands.

Here's what I learned so far:

*No one has the exact same date of death except for twins

*Once dead they send troops to take away the body

*Trust no one

Ever since this whole thing started people have been wondering why they did this to us as well. The most logical answer would be to control overpoulation, but I believe it's more than that. I mean how else would it explain the sudden turning on us?

Anyways, the more confusing problem at hand is that I was suppose to die yesterday according to my incription, but for some reason I'm not dead yet.

I crouched down back against the fence, sitting on a small patch of clear pavement.

I know I can't tell anyone about this because if they find out then who knows what would happen to me,Kay Winston, a lonely 14 year old girl who didn't get the chance to graduate middle school. Me, a freak with magic purple eyes. Me, the asar.