Under the tranny controlling my world I do not live, I exist. And even that becomes a chore.

I freeze as shivers slither up my spine and tighten around me like serpents. Some of the tyrants are nearby.

I run to hide behind the nearest building. Cackling rips through my ears, and my screams turned into gasps from the sudden lack of air. My heart gallops as I fall to my knees and my whole body shakes. The words I want to die pound into my mind over and over.

“Get a hold of yourself.” I spat. “I am not afraid and I never will be.”

I force myself to look around. Where were they if they were so close?

Twenty at least are gathered around a house across the street, laughing their heads off. I jump when one rips the door off its hinges and three people are forced outside. Their wails are inhumane and my eyes widen when I realize who they are. My aunt, uncle, and baby cousin!

I look away when three of those demons push them face-forward on the charcoal payment.

Everything in me wants to go over there and kill all twenty of them. Yet their presence from here renders my legs useless and man-made weapons don’t work against them anyway.

The only thing I could do is watch the relatives I spent every holiday with and the cousin I babysat with my brother when my aunt and uncle went to scavenge for food, get tormented.

Four demons each go into each of them, making them convulse violently, and turn their bodies in unnatural ways. They scratch, bite, and even pound their heads against the ground. Their sadistic lust holds no bounds, even when it comes to hurting a four-year-old.

The eight outside my family burn their house down, grinning ear to ear.

When I think the horror is done; my relatives start to tear their clothes, and the eight demons begin to burn them alive.

Tears blur my vision and I’m glad for it.

What feels like an eternity, the evil presence lifts and I'm free to breathe and get up again. When I open my eyes, the demons are gone.

I clench my fists. One day I will find their weakness. I will not rest nor will I stop until all demons are destroyed, even if it kills me.

I open the door to my home and my brother snatches me up in a suffocating embrace on entry. “Asta, I was worried to death. Where were you?”

I cry in his arms when the image of my relatives floats back to the surface. “O-our”

“Shhh… I saw. I saw.” he soothes me. “When I realized you snuck out after curfew again, I-” his voice cracks and he doesn’t finish his sentence.

“I can’t play it safe anymore, Ande.”

He holds me at arm's length. His cheeks are steak with tears and his eyes are bloodshot, “You don’t mean,”

“I do. These demons have been oppressing us for too long, and I’m sick of finding and scavenging for trinkets that do nothing. It’s time to go to their hotspot.”

“We?”

“I need my brother, you’re now the only family I have left.”

“Sis, the burning dumps are crawling with demons. We won’t be able to get in, let alone find something in there to use against them.”

“We might be able to, we just have to find a way.”

“How close were you when they killed our relatives?”

“Right across the street.”

“How did you feel?”

“Weak and about die but-”

“And you will feel that one hundred times over if you go to the dumps. We will die if we go there.”

“But under their role what do we have to live?”

He sighs in defeat and locks the door shut. “What is your plan?”

"Survive."

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