I hear faint voices and noises...
weird noises. I hear footsteps walking to me.
I keep my eyes closed and keep breathing, pretending that I'm still knocked out.
The person checks my pulse to make sure I'm alive.
I hear snarling. The footsteps fade and walk away leaving only a eerie silence.
I decide it's time to open my eyes, so I do.
I groan in pain as I try to sit up, my hair is a mess, I bet I look horrible.
I notice movement behind me but before I can scream I feel arms around my waist and tingles all over my back.
I can feel his calm breathing and some I become calm as well.
I want to ask him how he saved me from the person who is literally Trained to kill me...
But it wasn't until then that I found out it wasn't who I thought it was.
It was my old mate. The one whom had rejected me on sight. I can feel his blade in my skin, trails of blood dripping down from the wound.
Everything goes black.....
I awake with hazy vision of a boy helping me. He looks very well trained although about 6 to 10 years older then I.
When it's all finally over and done with, i decide i should thank him, afterall he did save me...
As time passed we became friends and i became his adopted daughter, because my parents threw me out on the street.
He started to train me to defend myself and others as well and although I am a "freak" I am stilll the only one who can pretect these humans from extinction...
