The cattle children have finally escaped the clutches of the demons and made their way into the Human World.
✦ What would happen if they achieved their once-impossible goal? But what did it cost them? What did it cost 𝗵𝗲𝗿?
✦ Book III
✦ Disclaime...
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FOUR pt.2 | Past
[ Her Perspective ]
'On my first day of independence training, I'm getting swindled?'
I took a step back while looking at him, "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice steady despite the unease gnawing at my insides. I didn't dare to look away, afraid that any moment of distraction could spell trouble.
I demanded, my voice steady despite the unease gnawing at my insides. I didn't dare to look away, afraid that any moment of distraction could spell trouble.
"Who are you? What do you want–"
"NINA!!"
A voice erupted from afar and snapped me out of my apprehension, my gaze darting towards the source of the voice. And there they were, a young boy with brown hair and piercing blue eyes, accompanied by a girl wearing glasses. They were charging towards me with an urgency that mirrored my own rising panic.
Without a second thought, I turned on my heel and bolted, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I sprinted through the maze-like streets. Fear lent wings to my feet as I wove through the crowded thoroughfares, the sound of pursuit echoing in my ears.
"No, wait!"
I ran, and ran, solely relying on my adrenaline to try and outrun them. I didn't bother to look behind me, since I knew they were chasing after me. I clutched my bag tightly and ran, bending around corners and down narrow passageways.
But even as I pushed my body to its limits, I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that hung over me like a dark cloud. I kicked over barrels and boxes in a desperate attempt to slow my pursuers, but to no avail.
I took a sharp left turn into another alleyway and gave all my energy into running. My heart dropped when I looked up from my frantic running, realizing that I had reached a dead end.
"Ninelie! Stop... running!"
The words washed over me, a tidal wave of despair threatening to pull me under. My legs trembled beneath me, strength drained away by the relentless pursuit.
I stealthily reached into my bag, feeling the cold metal of the Glock Gramps insisted I carry for protection. My breath came in ragged gasps, my senses heightened by the impending danger lurking around me.
