I looked around, the mass of the jungle spread out around me. I had just escaped a facility that was documenting my ‘ability’s’. It was torture. They stuck tube’s down my throught, wire’s coming from my skin, I was in a tank, murky water all around me. The images were still running through my mind. I had to kill so many people to get out. To top it all of I’m nude. My name is Samantha Santillago, I am a Mexican girl from Bakersfield. I never thought that this would ever happened. I was taken from my mom when I was fifteen, my body has changed since then. I am taller, thinner, and above all, stronger. I have to find a place to hide and I need cloth’s! I seen an old fashion cart, it looked like one from those pictures from history class. The one’s from Japan. I wonder what I can do…. I jumped forward, killing all the people that were there. I rummaged through there clothing, finding something that would fit me. I head a shuttering sound. I looked over, a man was looking down on me, a smile on his face. He murmured something in
Japanese, taking the cloth’s from me and grabbed some other clothing. He said something in Japanese again and handed me cloth’s. I took them from him, looking at them then looking back at him. “I don’t speak Japanese.” I murmured. He smiled. “I’m sorry. I knew you were foreign. Here let me help you up.” He put his hand out, I looked up at him, he was speaking English just for me? I took his hand and stood up. He took the clothing form me and started dressing me. I looked up at him, my face reddening as his hand’s touched my body. The clothing he had given me was a small kimono and some tight fitting pant’s. He picked me up and started running. “I have to thank you for setting me free.” He murmured as he ran. “I wasn’t trying to set you free. I was only looking fro clothing.” I murmured. He smiled down at me. “I know. But you did help me so I will help you. So tell me, what is your name?” He asked. “I’m Samantha. And you?” I asked. “I am Kanji.” He murmured, his eye’s looking forward. I smiled slightly. He was a very handsome man. His lip’s pulled back into a smile. “I can read mind’s.” He murmured. My face reddened at that information. “Ah…….” I couldn’t say much to that. How can he be able to read my mind? It can’t be! I need my mind to myself! “Well I’m sorry to tell you this but I have been reading your mind for a while now. I seen what you seen in that tank. I seen you kill all those people. I seen you running through the forest. Oh, and I seen you pounce all the men that were guarding me.” He murmured. I looked up at him. Why would he invade my mind? “Because your mind was interesting and it was a lot better than listening to the guard’s whine about how much they hate me. It was a nice change to have a fresh mind around me.” He said, looking down at me then looking back up. Ass hole. His smile widened. “Don’t worry, I can block your mind out. If you don’t want me listening I will stop. Of coarse you will have to do something for me first.” He stopped, landing in front of a giant door in the ground. “Only I know how to open it.” He murmured, looking down at the door. He put me down, leading me to the door. I looked around. It was so big and so beautiful. Like nothing I had ever seen before. “You are eve more beautiful.” He murmured. I looked up at him, my cheek’s red as a tomato. “You have beautiful and flawless skin. You are very, very beautiful.” it was very strange being complimented like this. He closed and locked the door, leaving it pitch black. My vision quickly enhanced. I looked up at him, he was walking over to something. I followed, my heart beating like a bird. It was so strange, this attraction I have fro him. It’s almost magical.......

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