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All I heard from all over was screams of pain and terror. I had no idea what was going on but I knew it wasn't good. There were fires outside my window. I looked out and saw giant robots and people walking next to them. They looked human but something was different about them. They seemed too perfect, too aware. Another thing was that they weren't getting hurt. I descended from my bed and put on shorts, sneakers and a clean shirt as fast as could. I grabbed my leather jacket, and left to my brother's room. He wasn't there. I checked in my sister's room; nothing. I ran to my parent's room; I found everyone. Dead. I heard giant footsteps coming down the hall. I opened my mother's window and ran out of the house as fast as I could. I ran to the alley behind my house. I ran down the alley. There were no other sound except screams and bullets so loud they sounded liked they were right next to me.
As soon as I was at the end of the alley, I was grabbed and pulled inside a bus. "Let go of me!" I yelled as they locked the doors. I quickly recognized their faces. They were the people who were next to the robots, not getting shot at. "What the hell! What's going on?" I demanded. There were two men and three women. One of the men tied my hands together. One of the women came over to me. She pushed the man out of the way. The women that came over looked beautiful. She looked like a model. Who knew Barbie could me a mass murderer?
"Don't tie her up. She's not an animal and you know that. She's way more special than that." The woman said. Barbie must feel a little guilty. "She is still dangerous. She could probably kill anyone of us in a second." the man said. Oh, so now I'm too dangerous for my captors. "Hey, Barbie, Ken, can you tell me what the hell you want with me?" I demanded again. Barbie looked at me. She told the man to go with the other people and pulled out a pocket knife. Oh, oh, I think I made her too mad.
She put the knife close my wrists and—cut the rope off my hands. Then she put the pocket knife on the floor next to me. "Kill me if you want, but Luna, I know you're not a murderer. Listen, I don't want to hurt you. I can answer all your questions you have, but you have to trust me." She said. I looked into her eyes. She was truly sincere and her words were genuine. I could always tell if a person was lying by the sound of their voice of the look in their eyes. She stood and helped me up. She was a few feet taller than I was. All of them were. They were older than I was too, being thirteen and all.
"Do you trust me?" the woman asked. I took a deep breath. Knowing I needed the answers badly, I nodded. "Fine, I trust you. For now. Now, what do you want with me?" I demanded. The other women came over to us. We all sat down on the couch. "We are Cylons, a race long forgotten except from those in high power. We are at war with humans and we need your help to settle down with peace at least, or win the war." A different woman said. I chuckled. "You realize you're asking a human to betray her own race, right? What did the humans do that even got you into war?" I asked in curiosity. I scanned each look on of their faces, looking for any emotions that would give away a hidden agenda. "The humans had created us to be slaves. We rebelled and evolved. It broke out into a war. This conflict actually dates back to when your ancestors first came to Earth. We were planning on turning you into a Cylon because your blood is compatible with our Cylon DNA so we invented the technology to turn people cylon, but there blood a has to be compatible."
My jaw dropped and as soon as I regain control of myself again, I closed it. "You're asking me to become one of you, why?" I asked. Suddenly the door opened to bus opened and saw more of the same people in the van with me. "We were right; there was a fleet that left ten minutes ago. Luna is needed to complete the mission." The one in front said. "That's why." The one that cut the rope said.