City of War (Re-write)
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"Bring the girl here, and this can end now!"
I stepped out in front of the crowd, anger, and defiance clear on my face.
"You will never get to me!" I growl.
"You'll have to go through us first!" Yelled Olivia.
The man on the other side just looked angry. "So be it! Attack!"
Shots were fired, punches were thrown. With every person that came near me was thrown across the field. No one could touch me.
I was unstoppable.
Everything happened so fast that I couldn't stop it.
The leader of Seattle was standing in front of me. His gun was pointed towards me. All movements stopped.
I looked around and seen my father lying on the ground lifeless. I also seen Jace on the ground slowly dying. Olivia lay dead as well.
Tears sprang into my eyes. The people I have grown to love died before my very eyes. First my mom, now this.
Then I done something that I never thought was possible.
***
Emmaline isn't like others. She's special. Enemies want her.
As much as she doesn't want to go to war, she would rather die than have enemies get her. She doesn't want to be turned into a weapon. A weapon that no one can control. So a war it shall be.
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