Black liquid flowed out of it's stomach, I stared in horror as I stood up. I flipped over the body of the Grome, on the back panel it read Property of the Government. Of course, what else was I expecting. When you sign your life over to the government, there's always those obstacles they have to put in there. Wiping off my dagger on the side of my jeans, I make my way out of the super market. The sun blinded my eyes when I looked up. "I hate the sun," I groan. I pick up my backpack, which I always carry, and throw it over my shoulders. I sit down on the sidewalk and watch as the sun goes down. There's not much to do, since the world got corrupted. It was dark. I assumed there would be more Grome around since the government loves to play around.
I walk down the street towards my house. No one dares to mess with me, since I am brave enough to go outside. I walk inside and throw my stuff down onto the floor. When I walk into the kitchen, my eyes trail over the body of a young boy. About the age of nine. He looks at me with frightened eyes. "Hi, where did you come from," I ask the boy. The boy answered, "I-I just... my mom d-died, and I saw this house... so I came in here."
"Who killed her?" I wanted to know if it was a Grome.
"When she stabbed it ... oil came out, and not blood."
I walked over to the boy and told his it's gonna be okay. I can train him to fight. He doesn't know how much of a danger he's in by staying with me.
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Emotions
Teen FictionKylie and Caleb meet when they have the same problem. The government takes over their lives while taking their emotions away and placing trackers into their own skin. How does this make them feel? Read to find out.
