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"The stars have always failed me. It won't be any different this time." I shook my head and stared at the ground, blocking the night sky from my mind.
"Come on, Aez. It's worth a try."
And looking into her bright eyes, the same color as the sky, gave me something I hadn't felt for years.
Hope.
This tarnished silver pitchfork was the devil's plaything.
The devil being my brother, of course.
"This is what's best for Alteralatus, Aezen. My country comes before my family."
I closed my eyes and waited for the impact.
"Shit. They're real too?" I tried to pay attention to what
Sierra was saying, but the shadows (if that's what they were)
chasing after us we're just a bit distracting. "I told you I wasn't
lying, Aez. None of it was a lie."
I blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what she'd said. "You... know? But how?"
"You don't exactly do a great job of hiding it, Aez," she said, giggling. "Don't worry about it. I couldn't care less what gender you like."
"Well, everyone in Alteralatus could..."
I smoothed a cloth over the table, and set the green candle on the north side.
I pulled out a lighter, resisting the urge to run my fingers through the flame.
I lit the candle.
And I gave in.
I was stuck to the table, belts held tight around my stomach, ankles, and wrists.
A flat surface was making its way down towards me, making beeping sounds and flashing lights.
Once it touched me, I would never be the same.
Paperclips.
They seem so small.
But there's so much you can do with them.
"Stop," he gasped, his face twisted with pain, "Please."
I tried my best not to smirk as I twirled the paperclip around in his stomach and watched the blood trickle out.
"Whatever you say," I replied, pulling it out slowly and smiling. "I hope you've learned your lesson."
"I've been... what?" I gaped, blinking a few too many times.
"Rejected. I'm sorry, but you're 16. We can't continue saying you still need to unlock your powers. You're useless to our society, Aezen."
"But... where will I go now?"
"A town called Sevelyne. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." And with that, she placed her hand on my back and pushed me slightly towards the bus that was pulling up next to us.
"No."
I should've said it.
But I didn't.
And after that, my heart went up in flames.
I didn't want this.
I cringed, knowing another cannon meant another victim.
This is my country's way of controlling us.
They shoot a cannon for every man they kill, woman they rape, child they abuse... the list goes on.
They show us what they can do, in the most psychopathic and efficient way.
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