Quote of the Week: You do you and I'll do me and we're not gonna do each other.
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Story- Part 6
"Rhoda, what are you doing?!" Marisa exclaimed.
"We need to get out of here," Rhoda replied. "Come on, help me!" Both of them getting away in one piece would be much harder if their enemies were focused on Rhoda, who had no training with fighting. Especially now that they didn't have the element of surprise that Marisa had been counting on.
"Stop, let me handle this," Marisa yelled as the man started to move closer with his knife drawn.
"What are you talking about?", said Rhoda. "There's at least twenty people in here. How are you going to handle them all by yourself?"
"Don't you know what Deviant means? Stop!" But Rhoda wasn't listening anymore. With her wrists still tied together, she charged at the man. He swung his knife. Marisa used her strength to break the ropes that bound her and stood up, but it was too late. Rhoda screamed and fell as the knife sliced through her upper arm. As she fell, Marisa's diamond necklace slid from her pocket. It slipped across the floor in front of Marisa, stained red with Rhoda's blood.
Marisa froze at the sight of the necklace. Suddenly, it was like she was back in her village all those years ago, hiding under the floorboards of her house while the D.H. attacked. The only reason she had survived back then was because her parents had hastily hid her in a small compartment under their basement floor when they heard the commotion outside. Marisa remembered trembling in fear in her hiding place as the people from D.H. pounded on the front door, trying to get in. When they finally broke in, Marisa could hear the sounds of fighting coming from upstairs. Her parents fought as hard as they could, but there were too many Deviant Hunters; too many people who wanted them dead because of what they could do. After defeating her parents the D.H. had searched the house but found no one else, and left. When she was finally brave enough, Marisa had climbed out of her hiding place and out of the basement to find that her house had been destroyed. The entire structure was nothing more than rubble on the ground. Without walls surrounding her, Marisa could see that the rest of the village was the same; lifeless and broken. Her parents lay dead in the living room of the destroyed house. And there, around her mother's cold neck, was that diamond necklace, stained in blood.
To Be Continued.....
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