NOT a game ? well. doesn’t every trickster, murderer, betrayer swear that THIS ONE TIME it wasn’t just out of fun at all ? every muscle tensed, fingers slowly freezing amelia realized that even though she didn’t bothered about the cold, goosebumps covered her arms. something was WRONG. she had to leave. this wasn’t a situation she shouldn’t be in — especially not alone. especially not THAT LATE. ❝ i’ve seen many of your kind and NONE was a good kind of type, pretending not to care. ❞, she spit out her disbelief, still staring at the other. ❝ maybe i don’t care, but i swear you. if you don’t get out of my way, i’ll freeze your ASS. ❞
❝ —— and what EXACTLY is my kind? ❞ it was a question that DEMANDED an answer due to the fact that he personally DIDN’T think there were any OTHER’S like him. even if there were, he DOUBTED it would matter in all reality,
❝ ‘cause, there is NO one like me, an’ i doubt there EVER will be. ❞
❝ i don’t care what kind of GAME this is. ❞ the dark haired woman pushed herself away from the cold stonewall, staring at the stranger lingering in the darkness. she HATED it being watched, she HATED it being followed. amelia wasn’t some kind of FREAK others were allowed to HUNT like an animal. her whole existence was blasphemy enough, so why couldn’t they just LET HER GO ?
❝ i won’t join ANY kind of army, neither will i agree in one of your funny experiments. i’m not a rat ! ❞ she was FED UP. angry. who wouldn’t ? less could amelia know that this man was far from any kind of creature she ever met and probably the most DANGEROUS of them all.
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