"I'm gonna fight'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
I'm goin to Wichita"
A teenaged girl rasped the lyrics in broken verses and between rattling breaths. I took a moment to survey the surrounding area, checking no one was behind me, I slowed my pace and confirming I was no longer being followed. Once positive I stole a glance around. Wait a minute, I went from a flat sprint to a dead stop in a moment. The full moon provided me with a clear line of sight. Neatly trimmed yards? Superfluous gardens? Huge houses? "Oh just great" I muttered not hiding the sarcasm dripping from every letter, "Richies." Shaking my head as ghastly memories attempted to resurface, I let out a sardonic sigh. "I hate this place." I stretched one arm across my chest, then the other, after a moment I shrugged "What the hell." Maybe this was normal. I took 20 minutes to do a quick cool down, wincing when the cramp in my side started to stretch. Placing my hands behind my head I started my stroll to the bleaker part of town, where the people like me, paupers lived.
Halfway to the tenants I paused for a moment. Cocking my head, I heard it, the slight plink of a needle falling. Glancing around I quietly assured myself I was still in the wealthy part of town. I took a step foward, towards the alley, and paused. Using a few choice words of wisdom In order to convince myself to follow the noise, I darted into the alley. Once I saw, it. I choked back a hoarse scream. My brain was working overtime as it devoured an old innocent man. My brain quickly and subconsciously cataloged the weak spots.
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HOMD (Part 1)
Teen FictionHuman Of Mass Destruction. Let's say you woke up one day, didn't know who you were, what you were. But you could fight. You could fight like nobody else in the world. And you didn't know why.
