A/N: I do hope people are enjoying this redo of the story. Anyway, I didn't mention it last time, but I am changing a pairing in this story. A.J might kill me, but that is a risk I am willing to take.
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Running through the burning streets, I tried to ignore the feeling of death as I hurried. I needed to find a weapon of some kind. I mean, I could use my hands, but just in case there were any survivors out there I didn't want to have to explain myself. Being inhuman means you can't go around showing abilities that normal people don't have – otherwise you'll wind up in an experimentation facility. My sister and I have both been there. It wasn't a fun time.
With a quick shake of my head, I turn another corner into an alley. "Where the hell is a gun when I need one?"
Yes, I needed a damn gun.
"Then again," I sighed, leaning against a wall to catch my breath. "Anything else other than a gun would do."
True enough because guns can cause enough noise to attract unwanted attention. I really don't want any extra attention added to this situation. I mean, just running around with a heartbeat is enough to attract attention.
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A/N: Originally, I was only writing each chapter with 100 words, but as you can see, I decided to change that. Why? Because for some stupid reason my computer isn't tracking the number of words I am using…so this is rather interesting.