( Jade's POV)
I missed my hand, this sucks. I don't really mind the pain as much as how many things I know I won't be able to make anymore. I remember my last conversation with anyone, some guy in a lab coat. He was asking if I would do some research study for the disabled. Screw him, the conversation went something like this
Him: you must do it.
Me: no
him: Uh please?
me: No
Him; c'mon
me: screw off.
Yup, very successful. The main problem I'm facing is sheer boredom, all I do is sit, sit, and the climax of my day? sit some more. I think I'm waiting for death, because I don't think anyone is coming, all I can do is wait in a basement, waiting for my emanate death, with the man who murdered my parents. This fucking sucks.
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We Are Typhoon
ActionThis is us, a group of kids who either watched are parents be killed, or killed them ourselves. We do normal things any teenagers do, except we're geniuses, child prodigies in fact. What do we do with this gift? we steal, murder, and beat the crap...
