"Ready?" I asked. Neither of us were.
Ruby nodded closing her eyes and turning her head away. I shoved the knife into her hip and sliced.
She screamed.
I twisted and pulled out a tiny microchip. I handed Ruby a rag to cover the wound, clenching the chip between my blood-soaked fingers.
The red in her eyes was slowly changing back to an icy shade of blue. Her canines retracted back into her gums. She looked at the chip, disgusted.
"ID2020." she scoffed, tossing it on the cement and smashing it under her boot.
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Sara Wilson
Lover of the strange and unusual. I write mostly horror or true crime. I occasionally publish other things, but try not to write only for the sake of having content. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!
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This was chilling and leaves you wanting more. Great read!
Oh, intriguing! Would love to read more :)
This was so intriguing and creepy! I loved it so much!
WOW! Your writing style is so captivating! BRAVO!!!!