Mutant Love

Mutant Love

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Mutant kids. All it took was some tweaks in a strand of dna and you've got a whole new kid. Well that and a couple lethal injections. After the testing on fifty subjects only twenty of them survived. Four of the subjects are still under the organization's, Felix, control. A group of four girls listen to their ever command. Taking down or bringing the other subjects back to Felix. A rogue group of four male subjects are fighting against Felix. Doing everything they can to take them down and prevent the creation of more prototypes. Will the boys be able to stop them in time? Or will the girls apprehend them before it's possible? • • • Glass. A part of a four walled room you use to see the outside world. But what if you could control it. She was thrown into their world without a warning. The first prototype. The deadliest of them all. But the weakest at the same time. She watched Felix bring in new subjects each and everyday. Watching the unlucky ones fall behind. And the ones that do make it through... suffer just as much. Glass steps up into the roll of a teacher. She guides the newbies through their new world and teaches them how to cope. Slowly pushing her problems under the surface. Can she push her problems away forever? Or will she snap, and send herself into overdrive? Gum. Something you chew until all the flavors gone. You stick under a bench or a table when you're done with it. But what if you were practically made of it. Bending and stretching your body at will. Sticking to things. But after you're done with gum, you dispose of it. And that's all he wanted. Instead he was stuck in a web of lies and deceit known as Felix. With a few friends he escaped and headed for the hills. He made it there... but at what cost. Now on the adrenaline high we call revenge, Gum and his friends raised back to avenge his friends and save who they can from the organization. Will they make it there in time?
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ONGOING, SLOW UPDATES. Thank you for reading though! As a young girl you had always believed that monsters as they seemed, were always big creepy things, with sharp teeth and long claws. Piercing eyes and mouths wide enough to swallow you whole. But one thing you didn't realize is that, monsters aren't what you had always imagined them to be. They are real. And sometimes, they're a lot closer to you than you think. 18 year old Hana is forced into moving across the country to a foreign land, full of people she doesn't know, just for her father's business. She fears that she won't ever fit in, but that all changes when she comes across a mysterious boy, whom she can't seem to get enough of. Secrets are revealed, blood is shed and tears are cried but does Hana have what it takes to live this life she's been thrown into? Or will her depression swallow her whole as she fights to keep her head above water. "The mafia it seems is no place for a girl like you" "I'd rather die than be seen with the likes of you" "I can't! "I can't do this anymore. You lie you cheat you do everything in your power to make me not trust you! I've just found out you were using me and for what? To what end? Huh?" You scream into the boys face but he doesn't even flinch. His eyes still dark and stormy pools. "I trusted you. Maybe even loved you! What am I? Just a fucking toy to satisfy your musings?" You can't help but let a tear to slip down your flush cheek, allowing it to leave a warm traitorous trail down your face that cools and dries upon contact with the air around you. "Maybe that was the old me, but you aren't just a play thing now. You're my world"

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