A Lycan's Blood

A Lycan's Blood

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Phase 1: A game of Strategy.... (slowly going through major editing) ~~~~~~~~~~~ My chest burned with each second I along the white walls. The lights flickered with each minute. My hospital gown roughly swayed with each step I took with my barefoot on the cold tile floor. Glancing behind, I saw his footsteps inching closer. I sucked in my breath as I picked up the pace. Just as I was about to make it through the door, a cold sharp sting pierced through the skin of my back. Defeat washed over me as I fell to the ground. The sight of the needle landed beside my head. The smell of chemicals invaded the air as the purple liquid leaked out. I tried to fight to slumber creeping through as he held me down. I felt the needle retrieve from my skin as a sinister smile stretched on his wrinkled face. His weight was instantly knocked off me, my limbs were now mobile. I lifelessly turned my head to the side and here he lied down unconscious. "Cassie, focus on me, stay with me." A voice shouted above. I came face to face with dark eyebrows sheltering hazel eyes that peaked through dirty blonde locks. The boy shooked my limbs, desperately trying to keep me awake. I was too tired to fight it anymore. Darkness soon invaded my sight as the boy disappeared into the void...
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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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