The Phantom Arising(Watty's 2018)

The Phantom Arising(Watty's 2018)

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We were doomed. Doomed from the start, really, I thought as I ran through the jungle, trees whipping me in the face. We had always had it coming. We had tried to hide our dirtiest secrets. The way he had come so far, how we had come to live here. Those were the things that ultimately brought our downfall. I could hear heavy footsteps behind me and mentally pushed myself to run faster. Suddenly, the ground came rushing toward my face. A root; I had tripped on a root. They were coming. I scrambled to my hands and knees and tried to keep crawling. I crawled forward a few feet before I came face to face with someone's legs. I heard cruel laughing and closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable to come. I heard the knife being removed from its sheath. I was going to die.
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(Currently being rewritten under a new name The Claimed) Everything changed when they came out of hiding, terror spread across the world as people began to question if our presidents and our global leaders lied to us and weren't from the same race. The Beasts blended in amongst us as if we were the same, except humans didn't have the same predatory instincts and we couldn't change our forms like they could. Soon after we learnt that we weren't the only species people began going missing. Some were unlucky and taken as something that the Beasts called a Mate that one word made fear spread throughout my veins, I would rather sell my soul than have one of them mutts chain me to them. Six months went by before the government, that was un-tainted by this vile race began to take action into their own hands contacting other countries and militaries causing the great war to happen, sending both my parents off to fight for our rights. Only one of them came back, two months was the longest we lasted before we were overpowered by them. Six years of living in this dysfunctional environment and my hatred had never dwindled. Some people still believed in god and had faith in him, I didn't know what I believed in but I prayed like everyone else that I would get through another day without hearing the soul crushing word 'Mate'. DARK THEMES THROUGHOUT. UNEDITED © All rights reserved© #1 in hunt 19/06/2019 #1 in human 19/06/2019 #1 in sanity 19/012019 #3 in mate 19/06/2019 #4 in mates 19/06/2019 #5 in hunted 19/06/2019 #1 Post-apocalyptic 30/8/19 #8 in dystopian 7/10/19 #4 in Escape 24/10/19

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