Scarless

Scarless

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Action and Thriller
The front lines of war. In a tanker at the bottom of the ocean. Deep in Antartica in -50 degrees Fahrenheit weather. In the middle of the Amazon Rainforest. On the surface of a distant planet without a spacesuit. These are some of the places I've been. That's because I have a unique and frightening ability - I'm invulnerable. I can't be killed or harmed. Bullets bounce off of me, knives bend, swords break. But I'm just a regular kid. I wasn't ready for any of this. That day in the hospital changed everything. The military demands that I serve them. The enemies send assassins in the night. Scientists need me to explore other planets. Researchers want to find out how to hurt me to "advance knowledge." But that's just a lie. I know it is. I also know the real reason they run tests on me: Because they're afraid of me. Like everyone I've ever met.
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I always knew i wasn't meant for the heels anyway. When I joined the army, I was young and foolish. I thought I would become invencible but my first experience in the field showed me just how naive I was. Abandoned by my own nation, with a team of 5 brave men, sent on a suicidal misson. In the middle of the nowhere, thirsty, starving, I realized the real essence of humanity. We conquered the desert, we completed the mission, they said. We were heroes, they said. However, most of us, dead heroes. I lost my whole team to the desert. The president, the media, never confirmed their deaths. They gave them as lost in the field when I myself saw them fall one by one. They gave them as lost in battle when we both know just how they died. My mistake? I opened my mouth. I was not gonna let them spread lies about my men, about my team! Mistaken airstrike? My ass! My men died because the people in the white house decided we weren't worthy of support. I threatened to expose the truth myself and when I did, they had no better way to shut me up than to send me back to war. However, if before who my enemies were was crystal clear, this time I wasn't so sure. I wasn't gonna let their deaths be in vain. I wasn't gonna let them sell the lie. The truth would come out, even if I had to go through hell and back. And I did...

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