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Thank you a bunch! I can’t wait to use them on my closest friends! Jk, probably…

Aw I love Gavril already, he’s so funny!

@joelle-stone, @rose-colored-fancy
Wow I always thought I was just particularly annoying there but I guess everybody has the voice of their grammar teacher in their head and she just won’t hold her waffle. I think I feel a little better now XD

I have finally buckled down and written Rosario’s worst fear! *Rosario behind me. Me;…Rosario; Allow me to end you. Me; Waitwaitwait! You can’t kill the writer that means you don’t exist. Rosario; fine I’ll kill your family. Me slams Rosario back into story panting. Me; why do all my characters hate me?!? Also me; this post XD*

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I woke underground as cold as stone, dwindling shafts of unsteady light cut the wall. My gun. It’s not there and it’s been never since the last time I didn’t have it. Knuckles cracked with the lack of AC maybe somewhere in ICE. Yeah, it feels like an old scent, stagnant air like a blackhole. How’d I get here, drugged? Can’t remember anything like that, I rub the side of face with my knuckles. Gritty y damp knots of hair knots of hair hit my fingers, maybe something like blood I don’t have time to find out.
There’s noise out, like a fight or a beating, wherever I am I have to get out now. Passage later the noise is louder, coming from a wire cage at the endway wide like a storage unit. That’s where it was of course I recognize it, the camp I grew up in. You have a group of girls behind the wire, none older than twelve, a ring and just one pair fought at a time with the red-haired mistress watching on.
Something I can use to get out, there’s got to be something on me, not a sleight of the hand snap and it’s over with them. The girl in the fight whips her leg around her opponent’s neck and twists before the other even hits the ground.
“Done!” Red-hair shouts which means the girl bit it. The victor stares at the body, only her eyes widen she pants through her nose. “What’s wrong with you, girl?”
“I feel–”
“You don’t get feelings, you’re a machine, Number 246.” While she shouts at the girl is my chance. I need to move, vaya, Santa Muerte owns this place. A passage further on, I’ll get there careful. So I take some steps but then I remember los nina…
“Rosario, ma’am.” The girl–I–asserted rebelliously. No se lo why but I whipped around to end my red-haired mentor but the picture froze. In some loco way I didn’t exist, only just a watcher here. Cracks across the wall like broken glass over everything except me and all was gone.

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“Rosy?”
“RosyRosy?! Are you ok?!”
Just when day couldn’t get any worse something warm shook me by the arm until I snapped out. Not that I could help it, the first thing I see are wide anxious blue-gray eyes half-hidden with windy spikes of hair. I didn’t want to hold gaze with an innocent chico who didn’t know what was good for him. Someone like that doesn’t need me around, I don’t exist in that world, that blissful society where the worst thing you ever done was cheat on taxes.
“What’s wrong?” He faltered about when I realized he was cutting the circulation off my arm. Nada, I thought but the English for it was somewhere out of my brain. A current of wind sliced between us like and my knuckles twist the rails.
“I’m fine.” I lied. How often have I lied to him? My whole life is built on lies, hierba mala nunca muere; bad weeds never die. I must be using him to let him think I’m redeemable.
Miles and miles lie beneath us on top of the Bridge. They tell you can see the whole world from here. I was raised to be a monster, and he…

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My hand catch the kick, the force sent ricocheting through my arm. The force I twist down when the fighter followed the momentum to hurl herself to my other side, rushing a strike for my neck. As I grab her arm I skidding to the floor knocking her over my back to the floor. The burning in my lungs feels like la bruja gave curse. I blacked out, I must have. Where am I now? My instincts move for me, whoever I’m fighting is up in un momento. She glistens with the red hair and sweat that I know who she is.
“You,” I can hear my low growl send something through her eyes and that’d better be fear. Wherever the devil I am I can kill her right here.
“Rosy?”

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“Lookit! Lookit!” Ehud held up a cat that was trying to scratch his eyes out, but for reason this idiota thinks that’s an endearing trait. “Let’s adopt it!”
It rakes claws until a lucky hit that makes Ehud yelp and drop the stray. If he weren’t watching I might’ve murdered the cat, not that it was exactly its fault it was just following instinct. No hay mal que por bien no vengo. Mami used to say nothing bad that doesn’t bring good eventually. Lies.
“Hey! Get it out of here, idiota, what if it has rabies?” A lady cupped her hand under his chin to see the bloody scratch, stanching the small injury with bandages pillaged from the pocket of his brilliant blue jacket. Los senora was oddly lovely though too muscular for a woman.
I’m not here. I am watching myself but that is not me. See I’m no persona he could love. He thinks he sees something there, like diamond in the rough, but only rough exists. This is not me.

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Concrete? Metal? My back slams into it before I twist out. She smirks, stiletto glides into hand. Red in her face just as crisp as blood y sunset. In the second it’s funny what colors trigger in the mind. Esta no importa. The knife or the smirk I could only smash one at a time. Logic goes for the stiletto but…
“What’s the matter? You always knew this day would come.” she says saccharine sweet “Rosy?”
Blood color rushes to my head. Next I remember her blood is creased my hands but not yet.
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“You b–!” Next is black a second. I move fast but mad-stupid. There’s red across my side. Click out.
Crazy how Ehud, he thinks my favorite color is red because roses and I’m Latina. I don’t have a favorite color. But crimson creases my jacket.
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I knee her gut. Red goes loco, the fight no se lo I only follow reflex. What am I doing and where am I? Ram her into the fence, sight is red, where am I, what am I?
“Monster.” she breathes, laughing with what breath she has left in her “Beautiful, if you beat me I win.”
Click in.
“If you don’t you can’t protect him.”
Click out.
The broken girl never gets the boy.
Click in.
I’m not this.
Click out
I’m not what he thinks I am.
Monster.
She knows what she triggered and lashes on her chance. Pain flashes through my abdomen and she’s out. I yank her hand before it lands a weak point. Neck, feet, armpits, groin, behind the knees and of course, right in the stomach. Students watch behind the cage. Santa Muerte, eye on eye.
Click inout clickinclickoutclickinclickout.
“What happened to you, Rosy?”
“If we work together I bet we could find your da–” I can’t even remember what I snapped at him. I remember his face, hurt. Desperate to see the real me. What am I? Am I not a monster?
“Do it!” she shouts, knife forgotten, gun in her hand. Click in. Grab wrist and handle, you twist away from yourself, they fire, you probably die but not if you’re good at it. Bang! Hit the floor, the bullet ricochets across the wall but gone before important. Now the gun is in my hand, she darts a glance to it and my face. I don’t need a good reason to kill her her existence is good enough. Click out–
“Rosy?! I’m not a little kid anymore I can handle the truth!”
Click in–
“Are you ok?” Red-hair imitates his voice and I pull the trigger before the red faded from my vision. Dead. Red is crimson, bright and grim. I feel nothing. Then I am a monster. But he–                                                                                                            Click out–
The picture. The images. Broken glass. Memory? Dream? Reality? All of it had melded together and. It wasn’t her I shot. Clickinclickoutclickin. It was him.
Click in “Monster.”click out “Monster.”
      Monster
“…can handle the truth.”