I grunted in pain for every second that I continued to fall down the stone stairwell. I knew that my sanity couldn't take much more pain than this, but I had to keep going unless I wanted to die like a piece of KFC chicken on a Sunday afternoon. Besides, I still had enough spite left in me to help me chug along through this fucking pain.Thank God I actually managed to convert from using despair as an energy source to spite during my last few years of existence in the old world."Nggghhh..."I felt my teeth clatter as my bones vibrated with each collision that my body made with the cold, hard stone. It sucked, but every stair step that rocked me and borderline gave me a concussion, the closer I got to retrieving my katana. And possibly, another shot at trying to save my overextending ass from certain death."I think I can see now why Sister chose you," the Prime commented from a ways above my body. "You're pretty driven for such a hopeless

It came as no surprise to me when I realized that I was gay. Well, technically lesbian, but semantics can go either way."That bitch! Spitting on our Mother's teachings even now!"I was probably fourteen when I realized that I constantly kept ogling my best friend and my other classmates when we changed clothes for P.E. class. Granted, no one knew that back then, but it was still a secret shame that I hold on to till today."You heretic! Not only are you a Dirt Eater, but you're a blasphemer as well!" the homophobic Prime screamed at the top of his boyish lungs. "You tainted my lazy Sister with your blasphemic ways!"I fought the urge to scoff at the inane accusation. On top of 'blasphemic' not even being a proper word, I wasn't even the one that initiated contact with the blue-bitch. She was the true blasphemer, not me since I never even had the chance to find a fellow lesbian in this world ever since I got here.Not to mention

*CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE!*"RUUUUUNNNNN!!!"With as much power as I could muster in my throat, I screamed the one word that would hopefully lead to the least amount of casualties as possible while the rest of my fellow Dens stuck to the plan of making shields out of glass. I really hope that I'm fucking remembering my physical properties right. Because if the shields don't work?We're going to fucking fry at the mercy of this homophobic crybaby!"'Livia!""Got it!"Like a well-oiled machine, Olivia and I quickly shot off into the distance, trying to put as much distance between us and the irate Prime as possible while trying to make sure that he didn't lose his interest in me by not hiding behind anything that would break his line of sight. I needed him to be thoroughly distracted for this to fucking work. And I sure hope like hell that my fellow Dens were fast enough to make the shields before we eventually got cau

Olivia was livid."Die, Heathen scum!"The young girl's blood boiled with unbridled hate for the man in front of her. She didn't know how or why the Prime was even screaming out that they were heathens, but one thing was for sure:They never did anything wrong.*KRAKATHOOM!*With a skill that she had honed through constant fighting and endless drills, Olivia sprang to action; intercepting the incoming strike as she ignored the theatrical lightning. Arya had inadvertently trained her to see faster than what she thought possible through their spats; the Prime endlessly goading her by dangling her sister's mental freedom in front of her."If you stand against the Natural Order, then you shall die alongside her!"A brief pause in combat occurred as Olivia sized up her opponent. His attacks might be lightning-fast, but she had the edge in terms of predicting his movement depending on his body's position. Already