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It was a cold and windy day, a day that could change the life of a 15- year-old girl forever. This girl was different in more that one way. She had 3 gifts, the gift of sight towards the undead, the gift of telepathy, and the gift of telekinesis. Early that day she had been dragged from her containment cell at an un-Godly hour, the sun wouldn't rise for 3 more hours, she thought groggily her icy blue eyes trying to stay open. Her "room" as they had called it was on one of the lower floors of a tactical paranormal agency, she had been dragged into the building at a young age because she was different, lord knows how long it had been since then, she could barely remember her own age.
As the officers dragged her up the stairs towards the upper levels where they had windows, something she rarely saw unless, A. she seriously screwed up, B. it was one of those things they called holidays, or C. it was an assignment. The assignments were normally issued to her if they had to do with ghosts, her specialty. She was ripped out of her thoughts by being thrown into a chair across from the chief executive of T.P.A (Tactical Paranormal Agency). "Anja, I suppose you're wondering why you're here," "Straight up," she said one of her usual phrases. "Right then, we have a job for you. You see there have been some reports of paranormal activity up at the glass house. This isn't your normal ghost hunt, these ghosts are dangerous, they kill for no reason so" before he could finish his sentence she finished it for him "so you're gonna send me out there because all of your other "tactical forces" are to much of a pansy to take them on. I get it," she let out a breath of annoyance. "Now that you understand were we're coming from, we need you out there ASAP."
It was a cold and windy day, a day that could change the life of a 15- year-old girl forever. This girl was different in more that one way. She had 3 gifts, the gift of sight towards the undead, the gift of telepathy, and the gift of telekinesis. Early that day she had been dragged from her containment cell at an un-Godly hour, the sun wouldn't rise for 3 more hours, she thought groggily her icy blue eyes trying to stay open. Her "room" as they had called it was on one of the lower floors of a tactical paranormal agency, she had been dragged into the building at a young age because she was different, lord knows how long it had been since then, she could barely remember her own age.
As the officers dragged her up the stairs towards the upper levels where they had windows, something she rarely saw unless, A. she seriously screwed up, B. it was one of those things they called holidays, or C. it was an assignment. The assignments were normally issued to her if they had to do with ghosts, her specialty. She was ripped out of her thoughts by being thrown into a chair across from the chief executive of T.P.A (Tactical Paranormal Agency). "Anja, I suppose you're wondering why you're here," "Straight up," she said one of her usual phrases. "Right then, we have a job for you. You see there have been some reports of paranormal activity up at the glass house. This isn't your normal ghost hunt, these ghosts are dangerous, they kill for no reason so" before he could finish his sentence she finished it for him "so you're gonna send me out there because all of your other "tactical forces" are to much of a pansy to take them on. I get it," she let out a breath of annoyance. "Now that you understand were we're coming from, we need you out there ASAP."