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Monika Larisa. I spent the whole night tailing a shady character that a police officer wanted me to follow. I was exhausted, I can't believe they found me. I am surprised that even the police need me to do their dirty work too. I scoffed and shoved my hands in my pockets. "Monika? Detective Parker's office is this way," I cursed under my breath, "to your left." Okay just keep your cool Monika, don't let them see your eyes change on camera. I really hated this but who else is going to do it? They call me the Last Resort, The Color Changer, Devil. I stepped through the doors and saw a doctor staring at my eyes, he said, "You're the one that eyes changes?" I froze and felt my eyes burn red and I shut my eyes and left the station as fast as I could. I can't trust anyone. I can't be caught and experimented on. The doctor followed me and I began to run as soon as I passed through the station doors. My survival instincts kicked in as a hand wrapped around my wrist...
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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