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Masked Imperfection

Masked Imperfection

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 21, 2017
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Fiction
Action and Thriller
I remember many vivid memories from my childhood. Memories that have left me scars and forced me to beat scars on others. I remember this one time where I beat my hamster, Mango, to a pulp with a garlic bread. His grave reeks of garlic and onion. The best memory of them all is the time where my "loving father", decided to add me to his growing group of spies club. Would someone give this man an award for being the best father ever!? Ever since that horrid day, the day I got forced and thrown to fight with strangers that feared nothing, my life has become a living hell. I am a spy machine that works by training every single moment of the day. Oh, and remember my "loving father"? Yeah, let me introduce you; my father is one of the top agents in one of the biggest agencies in America. He does not sleep, nor does he let me sleep when he has a mission. My life? Uh, I hate it. I have been home schooled my whole life and my two only friends are my bodyguards outside the door. Sad? Yeah. Cool? No. See, being a spy isn't so much like the movies where the actors stay alive after they finish filming. In the real world, any mistake a spy does will cost him his life and there will be nothing left of you. Even your ashes will be burnt again and again with you. Welcome to my world. My crazy spy father and forced spy daughter life.
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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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