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Innocent Words

Innocent Words

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Gasping for breath, I jolted awake to sirens wailing loudly in the distance. The noise grew nearer as it pierced the night air with a sickening roar. I quickly wiped the moist beads of sweat from my face and scanned the dark room. Nothing but a chilling breeze escaped through the cracked window. All of the sudden a burning sensation shot through my shoulder. I let out a sharp hiss and rolled onto my side, doing little to ease the pain. It only grew stronger, as if it were competing against the shriek of the sirens. I pushed my back against the wall, training my eyes on the door. I could feel something on the other side. There was a brief moment of silence before the door slammed open, rattling on its hinges. Several dark figures stood before me, with nothing but yellow piercing eyes gleaming at me in the dark. Before I could move there was a tight grip of my arm that dragged me from the bed. "You did this!", a crazed looking man spat in my face, his golden eyes filled with rage. I thrashed in his grip, unable to speak because of the searing pain rippling through my arm. "Let her go", a deep voice bellowed. The hand immediately dropped me and I toppled to the ground. "Get up child", a man ordered, emerging from the darkness. I shakily pulled myself up, my legs grew heavy and weighted. My whole body felt like it was going to collapse. I was able to get a glimpse of the man who spoke. He was handsome and seemed older, his eyes were more golden than the rest. He studied me for a moment before speaking. "Your parents are dead, your brother gone, and you're the only one left...what do you have to say for yourself", he asked in a calm voice. My throat burned, finding little energy to make noise. "I didn't do it", I whispered. ---Margret hyland gets accused of murdering her parents and is sent to live with her rogue grandparents. If falsely being accused of murder isn't enough, she faces a cruel and unforgiving road ahead of her, as she struggles to prove her innocence.
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Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

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