Nightbeetle Ch. 1 I remember the first time I saw a Repoman. I was eleven at the time, my sister Annie was nine. Ours was a meager existence, like most who lived in our world, but perhaps... a bit more meager then usual. I had just gotten my first surgery, a heart replacement. My mom used to tell me my first heart was like a bird's, fluttery and weak. Annie's lungs had been in for about a year. Our family couldn't afford the scar removal treatment, even if it was cheap, so we both wore the surgery scars like battle trophies on our young chests. Even if we had no friends to show them off to. All me and Annie ever had was each other. We were in the bunk be
One of my daggers is named George Washington. Don't ask. xD;
THAT MAKES ME WANT TO NAME ONE ABE LINCOLN
DO IT
Or chainsaw.