Tara was slightly surprised. She had forgotten about her little sister. She had forgotten the trouble she had caused her. She tightly clenched her fist. She had to kill the only family member left in her…
“So. . . what say you?” the Chief said softly.
“If I must, I will… I will crush her.” Tara said softly as she left the room.

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Karla was weak after the death of her best and only friend. She was so confused. Out here in the cold cruel world, she needed a path, a guidance. She had to carry the burden of the promise she had made. She held her arm, it hurt, she felt tortured on the inside. She was afraid, she knew she was wanted. She knew there were people that wanted her to be killed. She was misunderstood, she was scared and… somewhere inside, she was mad. They were the inhumane people. They were the one who sadistically tortured and slaughtered their prey. She looked up the sky. All of her dreams and hopes had vanished as rain started pouring. She hated everyone. But she looked up inside of her, and knew that she was very wary and damaged. She had to call the traitor.
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Karla munched on her pancake as Mario dove straight in to his sugar coated, sugar sprinkled, sugar honey deluxe pancake. Charlie just sipped some coffee as he gazed at his artificial hand. It was so cold and numb, he hated it already.
“Sometimes… I don’t know what’s right and wrong.” Charlie said softly. “Sometimes, I want to be like you, Karla. I want to kill. I want to find the truth.”
Karla looked up. She was surprised that someone other than herself would say such a thing.
“I hate this world sometimes.” Karla interrupted. “But there’s this tenacious thing called hope, which interrupts my doings. Hope is such a small chance of grasping.” Karla smiled. “But that’s what drives us to live on right? The promise that God wanted from us, to live.”
Charlie looked at Karla in surprise. “Yeah…”
Mario jumped up clueless. “Hoo!!!! Let’s-a talk about ourselves, eh!?” the sugar had finally reached his veins.
“He’s right. Let’s change the subject. Karla, we need to more about you. Let’s start with simple question. Do you have any siblings?”
Karla’s eyes widened.

“The world is such a small, narrow place. We don’t need more junk.”

Her heart skipped a beat, as her voice changed eerily. “I have an older sister.” she looked up with terrified eyes. ” She was someone I looked up to, someone I admired.” she continued quivering with fear. “She… she swore to kill me.”
Mario looked up, still hyper. “But no one can ever hurt you, even a GM!”
Karla looked Mario straight in his eye. Her fear seemed to move towards Mario just by looking at her eyes. “She can kill me…”

Karla remembered a time when she swam in her own pool of blood. She was forced to drink her own blood, and taste what “bad blood” tastes like. She remember throwing up blood in front of her sister who only forced her to drink the blood she threw up.

Karla grabbed a steely as she attempted to stab it to her own hands. Luckily, she stabbed the opening between her two fingers.
Mario and Charlie were petrified.
“She made me drink my own blood.” Karla said in fear. Her eyes widened once more as she felt a familiar presence. A presence that she believed was straight from hell.