Elimin-Nation

Elimin-Nation

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Yalia just wanted a friend. And Aluo wanted to know who his parents were. Neither of them ever wanted this... It's obvious that the adults are scared. They create more experiments, trying to balance control and brutality within the very creatures they fear, teenagers. But never again... Yalia Chicaida: With two extra voices in her head and most her time spent trying to create homemade spray paint, making improvements to her vintage skater-board, or causing trouble in and around the lab facility, life isn't like it was. Especially when a cute boy gets involved. Aluo Mirin: Teenagers scare adults. This was just a simple fact of life for him, until other teens started disappearing from the streets. Now he has to balance the extra voice arguing in his head with staying on the down low to keep from becoming an open experiment. And a girl, there just had to be a chick.
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Runaway

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

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