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serendipity /serənˈdipitē/ n.
- a pleasant surprise or a happy accident

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“Run,” she heard the towering evergreens shout, “run!”
 
Her legs carried her further and further into the somber forest. The only source of light came from the moon and the flashlights hunting her. She was offended; the sirens took an extra minute before alarming the whole forest that she had escaped. After all, she was a prized prisoner.
 
Wailing along with the vicinity’s sirens, the sound of the hunting vehicles and the shouts of the three teams of guards trailed behind her. ‘They’re fast,’ she thought, ‘but I’m faster.’ With impeccable agility, she zigzagged within the trees. Her best friends – the large opal in the midnight sky and the wooded giants guided her as they whispered into her ears. Out here in amongst the trees, that’s where she felt at home. Being so far from ‘home’ she didn’t know where she belonged anymore.
 
Feeling the change occur, she felt a simper crawl upon her lips, revealing her mouthful of razors. Soon, the hackles on her thick coated back rose high like mountains. Taking a quick rest at the creek three miles away from the facility, she glimpsed her reflection. The creature staring back at her was enormous, powerful, and determined. Faelan the Wolf, that’s what the other subjects and White Coats called her.
 
“Subject 138! Stand down.” The guards ordered, nearing the creek.
 
The heavily armed guards surrounded the creature. In the lab, she was controlled, they had the advantage; in the wild, she had the upper hand. As the enemies raised their weapons and took aim, there was a sudden rustle in the bushes. The guards spun, attempting to locate the source. It seemed to be encircling them. Keeping eye contact with the intended target, the captain could have sworn he saw the wolf smirking.
 
Screams of terror suddenly echoed throughout the forest. Taking a glance at the source of the yells, he was flabbergasted to see the goons hanging lifelessly from the branches of the evergreens and their guns abandoned on the forest floor. Nature was on Faelan’s side.
 
Neither the wolf nor the captain would divert their eyes from one another; her yellow eyes had his under a trance. As if he couldn’t control his own body, he was lured closer and closer toward the illuminated orbs. Bursting from beneath the forest floor, a root entangled itself around the captain’s ankles, causing him to land face first at her large paws. During the fall, his trembling hands lost hold of his gun and it skidded out of reach. Hesitantly, the captain lifted his head to come face to face with his nightmare. The creature snarled, exposing her merciless canines. Growling, her luminescent eyes glowed with an agonizing hunger that could only be satisfied by fully giving in to the wild animal they designed her to be.
 
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This is a late Halloween story, but I hope you all enjoy it (:

{ yes or no? }

determination.
desire.
adventure.
 
this is what brings two teens together for an unforgettable trip.

Hello!
 
I'm trying to get bɑck into writing ɑgɑin.
So here I ɑm.
 
Been ɑwhile hɑsn't it?
 

{ ♥ }

The rope burned through his gadget compressed gloves as he flawlessly dropped to the floor, his feet as quiet & nimble as a mouse. His nervously hot breath couldn't diffuse through the thick fibers of the mask heating his own face with anxiety. Proficiently, his fingers glided across the keyboard effortlessly, finally hearing the award winning 'click!' that stilled his heartbeat. He had made it this far through all the lasers, guns, cameras, muscle, and -worst of all- time. Nothing would stop him from reaching what lay on the other side of that vault door. So as he spun at its lock, anticipation couldn't wait to do flips in his stomach. He felt as though he could leap with excitement, being so close. The plan had worked so far. It took four times as long to plan as it was actually in action. All his training to stay calm & focused flew out the window as did his chances at survival if he took his time. /They/ wouldn't stay away
long.
 
The vault door creaked open and the white light blinded him at first. Adjusting to the contrasting exposures, he quickly scanned the blank white walls, white mattress, metal tray and of course the chain he'd left her in. Following the chain, his dark emeralds frisked her from a distance. “Still beautiful,” he concludes. Her living quarters were simple yet complex enough to bore her. She's an evil genius, you see. Too simple and she makes do. But too complex it becomes simple and you're back to square one. So with little materials, it's a surprise to him that's she is actually alive. After sitting here for 8 years.
 
"Hey Mitch," She grins, something he missed too much, and winks her long eye lashes. "Long time, no see."
 
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hellooo.
sorry, I am alive.
I am back..ish...I have to go do my huge assignment, but I shall be back!
 

 
alrighty then, hope you liked this!(:

for @kendallloveswriting
 

 
any changes?
just let me know(:

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they're coming...