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I am a hybrid

Hi, I am Sasha. I am a teenager suffering from a rare blood disorder. I live with my mother a homicide detective. My older brother is back home after a tour in Afghanistan. My life sucks. One day I made my usual trip to the hospital for a blood transfusion and series stringent tests. I heard a conversation between two people about a box containing the cure to all the problems. I have had enough of my life being sucked out by this hospital and my illness so I snuck out low and slow. I used its contents on myself. Now I have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I am now a fusion of two species. I am a hybrid.

Ghaadha · Fantasy
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I woke up to a throbbing headache. I wished that someone would give me some kind of meds to alleviate the pain. I fought the shooting pain in my head as I kept dragging myself out through the only gap available to the nearest exit. Upon exit I looked around to see that the place looked like a bomb was dropped. I sat down thinking that maybe I had lost family and friends too. I searched for survivors but found none.

I walked to the nearest place that was not rubble. It was half a house. The front half was blown off but the back half was still standing. I found a small bedroom near the kitchen but the bathroom door was on the floor so it convinced me that things got really bad here. The shower wasn't working so I used the sink to wash off the soot in my face and everywhere else. I felt like I needed a bath so I found a bucket that I had to rinse several times till it was clean enough for me. I got cleaned up and checked the closet. I found a few clothes and a backpack. I put on a few layers and also a pair of sneakers. I packed the backpack with what I felt was necessary. Then I tried to find meds for my headache. I found meds on one of the drawers. I popped a pill and waited for it to do it's thing.

I walked the back door to see there were a few people who had been gunned down. The nearest person was still barely alive. I tried to save him and he tried to shoot me. I ran to hide from him. When he ran out of bullets I asked him nicely why he did it. But he died before he could answer me. I fished out a baton, a pair of sunglasses and a knife from his pocket. I checked the others for any sort of evidence of who I was but unfortunately I didn't so I just fished a gun, some magazines and a binoculars. I even found a candy bar on one guy. I saw that there was only one path out of this nightmare. So I got up and looked around one last time.

I guess the only way is forward. My answer is waiting for me to find it. Full speed ahead. I suppose I will meet someone who will tell me what the hell had happened. More importantly who I am.