The Slave to Destiny

The Slave to Destiny

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No older than three was taken from his home, his family and every thing he knew. By who and why? It was the masked me that tore him away from the ones he love to complete a task they were destined to complete. A short story I'm wring for my creative writing A level feed back will be greatly appreciated.
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I glared at him; every cell in my body was on fire with hate. Everything that he represented - a manipulated, cold, emotionless world - I wanted to end. Yet I couldn't because he was the only one that could get me what I had wanted for the past two years of my life. He was the only one that was cold enough to get the job done. What did that say about me?

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