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10 years later, part 2*ZING!* "Morning training, is there anything worse than morning training?" she said as landed on the rooftop. "They will never find me up here" she thought gladden. The icecold wind did not bother her, her purple fur was thick enough to shut it out. Her claws on her toes and fingers gripped into the roof and kept the wind from blowing her off the rooftop. It didn't stop the wind from playing with her darkpurple hair and toss it around her like several whips. After only three minutes she could hear the dogs barking from inside the big building. "Sigh" she thought. *ZING!* She teleported agian, just to confuse the dogs, it always worked. "Dogs... To stupid" she said and giggled. She felt a present she didn't expect to feel and she heard a voice she didn't want to hear.
"Look who 'dropped' in", the voice said. The voice came from an older woman, looking like she was in her middle forties. The purple girl turned around slowly, barely daring to face the woman. Just to look her in the eye fo
Prologue, part 1It was cold. The short purple fur tried its best to protect her from the raging storm but it did not succed. The icy wind blew right trough it and made her skin cold as ice. It was a cold unable to ignore and it woke her up.
She lied in a white, icy field with snow whirling around her and she was completly shocked. It was bright, very bright but non the less all she saw was darkness. She didn't know where she was or who she was. She couldn't remember anything of her past. She was confused and scared.
The snow started to find its way in to her skin trhough her fur. She didn't know if it was the loss of her memory or the cold but she couldn't get up. She couldn't move, she couldn't think and she coldn't breath but she could feel her heartbeat, she could hear her heartbeat. The only thing still warming her was her heart pumping around her blood.
She didn't knew if she lied there a couple of minutes or for several hours but she managed to survive. To survive until a black shade
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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