Fire is our Blood: 17 Days

Fire is our Blood: 17 Days

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., janv. 31, 2018
We are a people of Fire. We are SPARKS. We are truth, truth is fire, the three concepts like a holy trinity, or a triangle of synonyms. Our enemies are alike, LURES. But they offend, rather than defend. You have 17 days to choose between two options. Sacrifice your virtue, family, and past life, or save no lives. Attention is what the silver letters engraved on our wrists crave, you must feed them. You are not a chosen one. The illustration of your assigned weapon below will pierce the hearts or heads, or other various organs of who you must end. If you can access the fire in your mind, when so pointed at your opponent will exit with force from your index finger. Becoming ordinary is the only fear you are allowed, and is compulsory to possess, it qualifies you as a SPARK. If any other fears are evident at trial, you will be disqualified from both lives. Vera Ada Charmer, your verdict?
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Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

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