Running Isn't An Option

Running Isn't An Option

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Run. That's all Daniela knew. Ever since her parents were killed in front of her very eyes at the age of 6, and escaped the facility when she was 10, she knew she couldn't look back. She ran away from that facility, and she sure as heck wasn't going back. No sir. She didn't go through that pain just to be caught once more. The punishment would be unbearable. But now she was running from someone else, and even though they're different than the people she escaped from, she couldn't be held captive. Not after... that. But one day they get lucky, and she's whisked away to a place she knows nothing about. But as they explain and try to gain her trust, she laughs right in their faces. She can't be this special. She never was, and she isn't now. But maybe these people can convince her otherwise. After all, the others are coming back for her. And this time, she won't be able to run away. *SLOW UPDATES*
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I looked at him in shock, "How do you know that?" "I know a lot of things about you, Ms. Prior, even things you don't know yourself." Excuse me? "From what you can do," he paused giving me a look before directing his gaze back at the field. "To your eye color. Your parents have blue ones, so I don't see how that works." What? He continued without question, "You are still a mystery to us, as you have never showed any signs of power before, so it's sort of confusing." He paused for a few seconds them said, "You're different; you have an ability. You're a Supernatural." "Ok, I really need to go so..." I began walking back, but he stuck out his arm to block me. And that's when it happened. Flames rose on his arms, lighting them on fire. I backed up, feeling the heat radiate off his arms. I was in utter shock, yet he looked relaxed, amused even. "What the hell are you?" I jumped back, and the fire went out, a smirk rising on his face. "I'm just like you." ***** Kayla Prior has always been a popular girl, and everyone looks up to her. She has always had something different from the rest of the crowd, and never knew what it was. There are others like her who support her every step. However, none can help her with what she is about to face. She's the key to defeating evil forces that lie in wait. She's being hunted down, and Kayla gets into a mess that no one can get her out of, except the ones she trusts... But what happens when one day, the person she trusts most almost kills her, and she finds out it was fully intentional? Book 1 in the Supernaturals Trilogy *WARNING* STORY CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE; NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF THIRTEEN YEARS OLD. MIGHT CONTAIN SELF-HARM OR ABUSE SCENES.

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