The Blood Hound
Moab was sitting on the poor excuse for a bed they had given her, her legs stretched out before her, her arms folded, and an angry pout on her face. She'd been sentenced to grounding again, even though that really hadn't been her fault. The other kid had started it, and he kept taunting her, even after she'd yelled at him to leave her the kark alone.
So she'd jumped behind him, grabbed the back of his head, and smashed it with all the might her 4"7 body could muster. Right into the wall. He was still in intensive care, or at least, had been, when she'd been sent to her room.
This was the fifth home she'd been to in the last year alone. And once again, everything had one entirely wrong. As always, her room was shared at first, with two other girls. But then the nightmares started again, and there were screams, and...
Well, one of the girls wasn't there anymore. No one could pin that on Moab though, even though there was a certain amount of guilt gnawing at her insides about it. Because she knew it was her. It was always her, even when she didn't want it to be. But maybe if she wouldn't tell them. Then they woudn't know, right? It would take them forever to figure it out, right?
Well... No.
She'd really tried her best then. But... Well. The other girl was still in the same room, but Moab had been moved to the tiny one in the attic, and she'd been through that story enough times to know where that is going.
And it was too karking quiet here.
Jumping off the bed, there was little evidence to suggest the fifteen year old was in control. She pulled the window open, almost breaking it as she did so, and was out of there before another heartbeat could be made. It wasn't long before she was walking down the streets of...
Well damn. She'd even lost count of which planet she was on anymore. The only thing she was sure of, was that she was getting hungry.
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So she'd jumped behind him, grabbed the back of his head, and smashed it with all the might her 4"7 body could muster. Right into the wall. He was still in intensive care, or at least, had been, when she'd been sent to her room.
This was the fifth home she'd been to in the last year alone. And once again, everything had one entirely wrong. As always, her room was shared at first, with two other girls. But then the nightmares started again, and there were screams, and...
Well, one of the girls wasn't there anymore. No one could pin that on Moab though, even though there was a certain amount of guilt gnawing at her insides about it. Because she knew it was her. It was always her, even when she didn't want it to be. But maybe if she wouldn't tell them. Then they woudn't know, right? It would take them forever to figure it out, right?
Well... No.
She'd really tried her best then. But... Well. The other girl was still in the same room, but Moab had been moved to the tiny one in the attic, and she'd been through that story enough times to know where that is going.
And it was too karking quiet here.
Jumping off the bed, there was little evidence to suggest the fifteen year old was in control. She pulled the window open, almost breaking it as she did so, and was out of there before another heartbeat could be made. It wasn't long before she was walking down the streets of...
Well damn. She'd even lost count of which planet she was on anymore. The only thing she was sure of, was that she was getting hungry.
[member="Aela Talith"]