"The world is cruel, and takes and takes and takes. It's when you realize that you have nothing left to take, that you realize they will figure out how to take more."- M.G. Perez Celia has metal canines in her mouth. They click when she closes her mouth, and shine when she flashes them at any light. She hates them. When they first inserted them in her mouth, yanking out four perfectly good teeth, and placed them in, her cheeks swelled up, and instead of looking intimidating, she looked like a chipmunk with chubby cheeks for a week. And when the swelling went down, she picked at the canines, wishing she could yank them out with her fingers. She soon realized she couldn't, when they began to monitor her more closely, they being the scientists. They keep Celia in a dog kennel cage made for Great Danes. It's big enough for her to walk around, and sleep on her side. A small hole is in the corner of the cage where she can relieve herself, and flimsy toilet paper on the side. But lik

When she trains, she remembers how at first she didn't like to kill. How the people that came in, despite the crimes they committed, she wished no harm on them, especially from her. But now when they have her do it, she goes into a trance, pushing the real her into the farther corners of her mind. Nothing really snaps her out of it; not even the splashing of warm blood on her face if she isn't careful. She stretched her arms out, taking even breaths as the new enemy appeared into her observation room. It was more of a gym, secluded from the rest of the people, with a onew way mirror glass lining up all around it. Sometimes, the scientists watched her form the other side, making sure she never hesitated to give the killing blow. She almost never did. This time though, they had her doing something different. They placed on an adhesive glove with small pockets at the fingertips. She looked at one of the people that were placing it on in confusion; they were

This was a disaster. Astra stared through the glass, a frown on her face. Dr. Rogers was typing on his tablet, rubbing his temple. Celia had managed to escape. There were dead bodies piled everywhere and she managed to run away. Astra waited for Dr. Rogers to say something, anything. Instead, he slammed the tablet down, ripping off the glasses from his face. "I just had to send the team out to find those wanted fugitives WITHOUT the weapon they demanded, and the Director is on my ass now!" he shouted, his hand going towards the tiny black remote. He glared at Celia through the glass, and Astra placed her hand over his, holding it in place. "That won't help you any." She said softly. Annoyed, Dr. Rogers ripped his hand away, muttering swear words. "I have to break her in some more." He replied, walking over the scattered remains of the tablet. Pulling out a new one, he was typing in it, frowning in concentration. Astra sighed, wiping her palms

The sky is cloudy, and gray, the "smell" of rain in the air. It was crazy how I could tell from real and to what's not. Zomb, Caia, and Nova are behind me, Zomb's eyes scanning the area nervously. She doesn't look scared which means there shouldn't be anything to be worried about. Entering Main City had been difficult, the city knowing Caia, and sending out an alert to all Officers on duty. Zomb is busy looking out for them, as we enter in the territory of no point in return. Caia looks calm, focused, Nova clumsy. She's not use to so many rules, and how she has to jump away from the public eye. I will admit, Main City has changed in the years since I last lived in it. The buildings have overtaken most of the land, so high, I'm surprised they don't touch the sky. Cars fly now, and I watch as a building0 builds itself. Main City has advanced alot in technology, and I smile a bit. But then I remember Celia, and the bubbling anger returns. During the trip, Zo

Zomb lead the way, following her nose. She said she could sniff out danger a mile away, and I felt like we should have taken her a bit more serious. As the slums grew further away, and we snuck into the property line where middle classes lived, I could feel my anxiety growing. Zomb stopped though, and her left eye twitched. "Something happened." she murmured, and she looked around again. I was curious to know what she meant, but at the same time, I could feel my pulse rising, the muscles in my stomach pumping as my body filled itself with adrenaline just in case. Nova looked afraid, and it was only Caia who remained calm, a blade glinting in the palm of her hand. I tried to recall all the training I had gone through as a child, silently cursing myself thatI had gotten us into this mess. Without saying anything, Zomb shoved us forward with a hard push, pointing that we shoul run forward, in a direction away from Main City. I wanted to argue, but her eyes were slitted