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"You are my Daughter" Father sighed deeply, before turning back to me.In his hand was syringe filled with liquid in shades of green, he reached out for my arms but i didn't flinch nor did i moved it away. "You are my greatest creation" his voice was gruff and thick with Russian accent.Slowly he dug the needle deep within my skin, the burning liquid spreading beneath my flesh.I knew then, i will never be the same. My skin grew paler each passing moment, i cant feel my body but i could see my Father grinning widely at his work, Me. I will be the strongest of men I make my Father proud. "Hail! Hydra!" i whispered lowly, before the images of my father drifted into a cloud of a new beginning. *** "It was anger that kept me AWAKE, but it was pain that kept me ALIVE"- Hulda Ciella Schimdt; Elizabeth Smith. *** This story had been entered in wattys2014, so please do enjoy this..
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