Hell is on Earth (Prototype)

Hell is on Earth (Prototype)

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"Does living in a mirage, a beautiful illusion mean anything? You can live in this paradise being told or telling yourself that this is true happiness but if it's not real does that mean your happiness is false? For some, this concept is diluted so much that it doesn't matter to them. They're so desperate for a safe space in this world that they'll crawl to the top for a little bit of fresh air even if it means pushing others down in the process. Even if this air will eventually destroy them they rather breathe in just a bit before they die because all humans are hungry for this sense of illusion. This sense of 'happiness'". Seventeen lives in a world where there are no names. As a for rent assassin, she threw away everything that made her remotely human. However, things take a turn once she is hired by an upcoming mob boss. And what would seem like a usual job turns into something gaping enough to even question what it means to be a part of humanity in the first place. (As written in the title this is simply a prototype or first draft of this story. To the one or two people who read this lol I do have plans on finishing the book however when that will be I have no idea. I do hope though that you enjoy the beginning chapters of this project I've been working on)
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"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt. "Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-" Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life. Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago? Of course, what was I capable of feeling? And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived. Life is just a Lie. And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul. Life is just a Lie.

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