The Forced Elites
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Apr 14, 2018
Fear and anger taking control over my body I no longer feel in control, energy passes through my body. every strength within me I grasp a hold of that energy and pull. I feel all my senses heightening, my ears stretching to the top of my head and my nose stretching outwards into what seems to be a snout. my hands and feet turn to claws, a tail now form on my lower back, fur sprouts all over my body.
"W-What are you?" my father stutters, stepping away from me every inch I get closer. I let out a low growl, 'what has gotten into me?' I think to myself. eventually my father gets to the edge of the bridge without realizing it. I snap my jaws at him and he stammers backwards, falling off of the high bridge. His muffled screams now merely an echo, a loud crunch had filled the air, when I look off the bridge I see the body of my former father lying faced down, his blood spilling everywhere.
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Kenettra Valencian- a human girl who was attacked by a bad plague along with millions of other people. She had been marked with a scar of a crescent moon on her forehead, she has been living under the rules of her father until she decided to leave, giving her the abilities like no other, join her on her journey as a Forced Elite.
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