Strangers In The Dark

Strangers In The Dark

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They did this to them...Made them forget their names, ages, lives before the hospital...They both want to find out what happened...They give them medicine, she hates it. They are alone, save for the man behind the door and their minds. Their insane minds. What did they do to deserve this? "Who are you?" "I'm not you're friend..." "Why?" "Cause...I'm don't make friends with murderers..." 12674 doesn't remember anything. She is scared and alone. She doesn't know what is happening. The medicine seems to "help", but she can't take it anymore. Then 12674 meets 12673, a boy that came to the hospital the same day she did. Something clicks between them, but neither of them know each other. Did they know each other in the past?
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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