Story cover for Twisted by PlaisanceKiafouka
Twisted
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Ongoing, First published May 31, 2021
Tara' is being kept in a mental asylum after watching her  #%@ is murdered by a supernatural being who is now on a killing spree! Tara is taken into a mental asylum to recover from her trauma,when she is let out she is taken in by a secret organisation dedicated to killing the supernatural.

Extract: my body jerks away from the bed now drenched in a cold layer of sweat, the deafening screech still ringing in my ears like a broken alarm clock. the level of adrenaline pulsing through my veins with every heartbeat is insurmountable, yet I still find myself wandering aimlessly towards the pool of blood oozing out from the bathroom door, like red icing in a piping bag.
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ranked #49 in hiding I was suddenly just so angry that I was living in fear of this kind of attack. Why? Because we were different. Because we weren't human, and we didn't live in the darkness, and so we were attacked from both sides, always having to look for an escape route. So I snapped, and instead of running towards the door like I knew I should have, I threw a punch that was supposed to land in his rib cage, hopefully breaking a few and causing enough internal damage that he would be down for a while. But that didn't happen, because once that punch was thrown my attacker grabbed my wrist and threw me against the wall and stabbed me with a stake that ripped right through my red skull kitty tank top and cut into the flesh that covered my heart. That was when I heard the slow chuckle and that annoying voice I knew all too well say, "Not bad, but you're still dead."