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Year 3105 53 Years Ago__
She walked through the woods. Blood spilled out of the fresh graze on her arm where she was attacked. That attacker was now laying on the ground in several pieces.
'Bad wolfie,' she whispered sweetly before dropping the blood covered stone. Her eyes were still a heated crimson. The closest human life was about 2 kilometres away. She started walking on the grassy path forwards, her bare feet loving the texture.
Her hands brushed roughly against the bushes as she made her way by them. She picked up some wild berries from nearby bushes and savoured their semi-sweet flavour. Her eyes turned back to their natural light colour almost immediately.
She could see the forest finally coming to an end. Gleaming white skyscrapers came into view. It was time for phase 2.
Fitting in.
She made her way to one of the buildings and pretended to be an orphan. There wasn't too much acting to be done because, she almost really was one now. The woman standing behind the desk was baffled at what the child covered in blood has said. There were no orphans on the street anymore. The city insured it. They were all cooped up in orphanage homes. They were living a rich life, payed by the government of Vukovi.
The girl was soon sent to one.
'How old are you?' she was asked.
She lifted up five digits on her right hand.
Lie.
She couldn't risk them knowing her real age. They'd figure out she has a chip and she'd end up dead. She could also pull off being 5 years old. It was only a year's difference after all. They took her in without questions.
This was going to be fun.
That little girl was the cause of many tragedies to come.
- Writer
