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Leelie. 15 Years Ago...
"You don't get it! She's going to kill everyone. She's not like us. She's going to destroy us. She needs to die. Kill her before it's too late," his mother screams at him as he stands protectively in front of the little girl she drugged so she wouldn't feel any pain a she killed her.
"She's a baby," Jayk cries. "She's your baby, mom. No!"
"Jayk, baby. She's an abomination," his mother cries, her voice and her eyes crazed with intent. Intent Warheads experience when they need to feed the disease. She hasn't killed in weeks preparing for this moment.
Dagmar is the prettiest little girl I have ever met. She had just turned three and I had never seen anyone look at another person the way Jaykob l
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