But she was able to force the tests on me to stop. And every time she lost the grant to my freedom.
My mom took the case to court more than enough times. News about me swept the nation, and I’ve even heard that other countries were trying to get in on my information. And then I became a test experiment taken in by the United States Government. I’ve been to the hospital and the doctor said that I should be dead. I don’t know when my episode will happen, but when they do, I just crawl up in a ball and cry. They can control my mind and actions, somehow.īut I don’t know what they want, or why they are doing what they are. The two men that swapped out my blood told me that I would be used when needed. What happened to me is that I am being used like a puppet. For me to be a zombie, I would have to have been dead once, and that didn’t happen (I’m pretty sure it didn’t). And now I’m in jail, tied with chains on my arms and legs, because I’m the “Devil Child”. And a picture of my eyes the color blood red was taken and shown to me. I’ve been kicked out of school, and taken to jail. I say ex-friends because they all hate me now.
My ex-friends tell me that the police officer of my school has tazed me with a tazer and actually shot me with a gun, twice. I will not speak, and I’m… I’m unstoppable. I have been told that my eyes… turn the color blood red. What I am doing, I have no idea until the moment it is over. The have been… episodes, that I’ve been having since the day that happened. But I don’t remember how I got there or how I am here today. And I could only remember that they were two men with all white on. They told me what they were doing, which was replacing my blood. When I think of it, the picture in my mind becomes as clear as tar. The people that replaced my blood were… I don’t know. All I know is that I’m alive and I’m being used. The reason I am still alive, I have no clue. I follow, as i feel claws ripping at my arms already. He raises his glowing blue sword and charges into the mass of demons. "That just about - does it." Taikai said, looking at the bloody boy. They come back with the boy, tied to the chair bloddy. "Get the boy." Yusuke snapps, watching others of his dirty kind wash into the shadows.
"We wouldn't want any accients now, would we?" Taikai is bouncing a ball of blue energy in his hand. "Don't think they'd swallow that well." I say. "Tell you Geulimja friends they can't have him. Now give me the boy before you become my necklace ordiment." I glare at him, and raise my dagger, but Taikai blocks my arm. Nice place you got, Yusuke." The boy in the front of the group smiles evilly. "So you came." It was lighter then i thought it would be. I follow, raising my gold dagger, just in case they deside to attack. "I'm just too pretty." he says smiling, then slips behind the dark corner into the ally. "Your staring at me." I look away as i blush. The fountain approached me fast, and as I dove something thick and silky wrapped around my neck and yanked me back before I could touch the blood. I knew I couldn't fish it out, so I ran towards it prepared to dive. I could see an emerald barely glinting through the red liquid. It might not have been the most mystical saying but hey- whatever. The place where you will find the key to the knife, But as I arrived the fountain wasn't filled with water, it was filled with what looked like I got to the fountain in what would be record time at Jefferson High. I turned to the fountain across the crimson-stained sandy battle zone, without a moment of hesitation, mostly beacause I knew if I did I'd never be able to go, I charged across the field deflecting oncoming soldiers. I also knew what was had to be done, while Annie was a firece warrior I knew she couldn't hold them off forever. It was gruesome, but I knew it had to be done. She was moutned on some neatly cut stones like a moving statue, and I could see the rage that was burning in her eyes connected with the soldier before the attacked, but they were going head on and couldn't stop in time, but were too scared not to try to stop, they would hesitate and Annie would use that hesitation to rip them apart with her scythes. Sand blew up around her, the wind whipping away blindly. Her jet black hair was pinned up above her head and she looked like a terrifying avenging angel. I watched as Annie whiped out the two scythe and deflected swords, soldiers, and arrows skillfully.