Here is a sneek peek of my story One in a Billion
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"You must make peace in times of war, bring good health in times of plague, and happiness in times of gloom... you are our new ruler, who will suffer with us in times of depression, and who will triumph with us during times of success. You are our savior of nations, Queen Pya."
The applause sounded, and the beautiful dark-haired woman with her deep blue eyes who was my mother walked daintily down the red carpet covered stairs, and into the shiny black limousine waiting for her directly outside. She sat down in the backseat, where she rolled down the window after closing the door and began to wave to the crowd of people around the vehicle.
I remember smiling proudly, as the car began to drive away, but then watched in horror as a bullet smashed into her skull, killing her instantly. Upon seeing the death, chaos erupted with people screaming and running about as thousands of bullets rained down on the crowd.
I sprinted for cover, fleeing into a nearby alleyway where I found a small metal crate, much like that for a pet dog, covered with scraps of wood and garbage... the perfect hiding place. I pulled the barred door open, and crawled inside, pulling the door shut behind me.
I held my knees close to my chest, and tried to slow my quickened heart rate and calm my shaking, adrenaline-filled body as I waited for the sound of gunfire to cease. Minutes later, it did.
It's probably because everyone's dead, I thought.
Suddenly, footsteps began to echo throughout the night, getting louder and louder as they neared closer to my hiding spot. Light broke through the darkness as the scrap wood was torn off of the cage and thrown to the ground.
I heard a click as a large, shiny padlock was attached to the handle of the cage door and pushed shut, trapping me inside the small prison. As if knowing that I would try to break free of my captors, the figure in front of me stepped back until their shoulders were pressed against the brick wall of the building behind them and waited for something to happen.
I reached through the bars and tried to grab the padlock, but as soon as my skin came in contact with the metal surface, I felt a severe burning sensation. It felt like my hand was being lit on fire. In response to the powerful stimulus, I reflexively pulled back, cradling my injured hand gently in my lap.
"It's silver," the figure said, as if they were answering the question I was mentally asking myself. "The weakness of all shifters." Even with only a small chunk of speech, by the way the person in front of the cage had spat the sentence out, I could already tell that they were part of the PASH; Persons Against Shifting Hybrids, or an extremist group determined to rid the world of shifters all together.
"What do you want from me?!" I cried out, gripping the bars of the cage with my clenched fists. My knuckles slowly turned white as the blood drained from the subcutaneous vessels.
"What I want from all shifters," the person in front of me replied. They walked forwards until the light from a street lamp shone on them. "Death."
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---oOo---
"You must make peace in times of war, bring good health in times of plague, and happiness in times of gloom... you are our new ruler, who will suffer with us in times of depression, and who will triumph with us during times of success. You are our savior of nations, Queen Pya."
The applause sounded, and the beautiful dark-haired woman with her deep blue eyes who was my mother walked daintily down the red carpet covered stairs, and into the shiny black limousine waiting for her directly outside. She sat down in the backseat, where she rolled down the window after closing the door and began to wave to the crowd of people around the vehicle.
I remember smiling proudly, as the car began to drive away, but then watched in horror as a bullet smashed into her skull, killing her instantly. Upon seeing the death, chaos erupted with people screaming and running about as thousands of bullets rained down on the crowd.
I sprinted for cover, fleeing into a nearby alleyway where I found a small metal crate, much like that for a pet dog, covered with scraps of wood and garbage... the perfect hiding place. I pulled the barred door open, and crawled inside, pulling the door shut behind me.
I held my knees close to my chest, and tried to slow my quickened heart rate and calm my shaking, adrenaline-filled body as I waited for the sound of gunfire to cease. Minutes later, it did.
It's probably because everyone's dead, I thought.
Suddenly, footsteps began to echo throughout the night, getting louder and louder as they neared closer to my hiding spot. Light broke through the darkness as the scrap wood was torn off of the cage and thrown to the ground.
I heard a click as a large, shiny padlock was attached to the handle of the cage door and pushed shut, trapping me inside the small prison. As if knowing that I would try to break free of my captors, the figure in front of me stepped back until their shoulders were pressed against the brick wall of the building behind them and waited for something to happen.
I reached through the bars and tried to grab the padlock, but as soon as my skin came in contact with the metal surface, I felt a severe burning sensation. It felt like my hand was being lit on fire. In response to the powerful stimulus, I reflexively pulled back, cradling my injured hand gently in my lap.
"It's silver," the figure said, as if they were answering the question I was mentally asking myself. "The weakness of all shifters." Even with only a small chunk of speech, by the way the person in front of the cage had spat the sentence out, I could already tell that they were part of the PASH; Persons Against Shifting Hybrids, or an extremist group determined to rid the world of shifters all together.
"What do you want from me?!" I cried out, gripping the bars of the cage with my clenched fists. My knuckles slowly turned white as the blood drained from the subcutaneous vessels.
"What I want from all shifters," the person in front of me replied. They walked forwards until the light from a street lamp shone on them. "Death."
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