The Destroyer

A machine.
A killer.
A monster.
Not human.
Heartless.
Experiment.

Or The Destroyer. A Machine Made Especially For Killing. I've Been Called Worse.

What They Know Isn't What It Really Is. Because The Destroyer Isn't What It Seems. Or What It Is.

They Don't Know That The Machine Isn't A Machine.
Or That Its Human.
Or That It's She.
They Don't Know It's a Young Girl.
Scared,Alone And With A Broken Heart.

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And That Is What I Am.
I Am A 15 Year Old Girl Who Isn't A Machine,But A Human Being,Who Wants Nothing But To Stop Killing People. I Want To Help, I Really Do.
So I'm Planning Something.
Something Big.
Something That Will Change The World As We Know It.
I'm Gonna Save Everyone I can.
With A little Help,I Don't Want Any Help.
But I Know That I Will Need It.