Scent of your shadow

Scent of your shadow

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Thi's indescribable expression when Nilo said her name was priceless. After the shock wave was over, she realized that he read it off the label she forgot to take off her bag. She momentarily zapped her hand to that spot and covered it whole. Thi proceeded to stare into Nilo's green-ish eyes for some half second. A few months ago, her family went on a trip, after which she just helplessly left her pass with personal info hanging on there. "Y-yes. I'm Thi. A-and don't try to be a smartass by reading other people's... Stuff!" There was something about Thi that Nilo liked. He proceeded to smirk as Thi searched her brain for something to say to break the ice. "I'm not. It's called being observant," Nilo mumbled. Thi was returning from her daily Starbucks trip, when she met a boy. To be more accurate, she was listening to some shitty rock metal, while Nilo lost his mind staring at the moon. And that is where the unpredictable story of shadows starts.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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