Astrid Starr. She was a vicious, killing machine, and it’s strange to see her now, no longer on a television screen, but right here in front of me.
Previous Chapters: link link“I volunteer as tribute!” the girl roared, pushing aside other girls in the wake of her ferocity. I watch her run to the শীর্ষ of the stage, fierce and not wanting to let anyone else claim the glorious position.
“Merida! No!,” cry two people in the crowd, her parents most likely. Boy, it must be nice to have parents that haven’t abandoned you.
Not that I blame my parents অথবা anything. For leaving me to grow up with a portly old nanny in a drafty mansion after the accident that turned me into... what?
A monster. An aberration. A mutt. That’s what. Radiation...
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