War machine

War machine

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jan 20, 2017
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This is the story of a boy known as tristan, living a perfect life with his family until one day his father snapped, killing his mother and leaving tristan to die in the basement of there home, soon meeting his other personalitys and being sent to a lab to be tested on to become a killing machine in the wars that took place around the world. /hey everyone this is uni skull here, so this is the head cannon backstory of my oc tristan, now i think you all know about tirstan from myth academy high (one of my discontinued books) now pleass excuse my mistakes in this book the top of my ipad is broken so i cant make out words sometimes when im writing. But anyway i really do hope you like this book, Warning- will carry alot of profanity so yeeee.
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"Make it stop!! Make it stop!!" I scream with tears running down my face as jolts of pain pierce through my body. "I can't," My mom tells me over and over again as she cries too. "What the hell is going on?" Drake yells, still half naked after trying to rape me for the second time in my life. My brother comes bursting through the door at an inhumane speed and picks up my naked body and runs off towards the woods. I don't know what's happening, my head is spinning, my body is in pain and a voice in my head is telling me to relax, let go and let them take control. What do they mean, let go? "Stop fighting the change Misery." Stanley tells me. What is he doing here? The pain increases, of all the days why does this happen on my birthday, was my last thought before the darkness engulfs me. This is the first time I'm letting my writing be seen. I do appreciate criticism and pointers of mistakes that I make.

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