Having a broken heart isn’t so bad, you know.
At first, it feels like fire. and then it feels like drowning. but after that, its blissful emptiness. And if you dont believe me, thats okay, ‘cause I know the truth.
My name is Kilee Chain. I’m fifteen years old. 5478.63 days exactly. I turned fifteen today. October thirty first. I bet you're wondering what that has to do with anything. Well, have you heard of halloween? Yes? Well, let me say this- I needn't bother to dress up like you humans.
Fifteen years ago, 2028, the president of Frento - Previously knows as the U.S.A.- declared that ever female born on the thirty first of october was to be taken away by our families and taken to a certain chain of foster homes called Rubies’ Wonderful Home.
Only it wasn’t so wonderful.
The truth? Each of these oh so WONDERFUL homes was a separate lab. One played with cheetah DNA. One fiddles with nuclear energy and mutations. Yet another messes around with avian or bird DNA. But all of them have something in common- living robotics.
And oh so lucky me, I was sent to the Lab for jaguars. I was raised along jaguar cubs and half human half jungle cat disasters. When I turned one, I got my first DNA transfer shot. I became inhumanly flexible and cunning, with golden eyes and slit pupils. By age two my hair became thick and golden with black streaks. By age twelve, my canines were long and sharp and I had a taste for hunting. And now? I love raw meat, and i'm slender and graceful with a deathly, dancing grace that warns my enemies that I will not hesitate to kill. And I wouldn’t. Not anymore.
Because i already killed my best friend. Thats when my heart broke. But thats enough of this subject. I shall pretend that i can’t hear the screams, the terror, the hate. Ill pretend that I cant see his love for me even as he died. Even as I ripped out his heart. Even as I betrayed him.
I hate my life. But YOLO.
Cody and I were so close… he had been taken from his home the same day I was. He was incredible! His voice was beautiful. A rasp from him singing all the time, but deep and haunting. His brown eyes were deep and hidden, but not around me. He told me everything and I always returned the favor. I never wanted to kill him. But this is what the lab made me do.
I hate myself now. I never wanted this. Never! The killing, being a weapon, a true horror to humanity... i have seen war, death, betrayals. I know murder, I know serial killing. I know torture. But as Christian and his brothers always told me, I am trully a sun compared to the fear the labs have empossed upon us.
And as they always said: Its time to Ressurent the Sun.
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Broken Chains
FanficA Halloween baby, all six of them. Yes. All born on October thirty first, Kilee Chains and BVB had been all taken by their families and into labs where their DNA has been rewritten. Andy has wings. Kilee has jaguar flexibility and grace. CC has humm...
