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October 28, at 8: This neighborhood almost looked normal; the red and silver moons in the sky were all that set it apart from a typical Earth suburb.
The smell of recent rain made it almost feel like home; Sophie breathed it in as a pang of nostalgia and loneliness clenched in her chest. If only…but no, her home was gone.
She paused as a strange sound in the distance caught her ear, but shrugged it off after a few more seconds. She silently strolled through the neighborhood, rounding corner after corner. It was nice to be in a place that had streetlights—Sophie halted. A long, broad shadow stretched across the sidewalk from around the corner ahead.
She gripped the knife on her hip and willed herself to be calm. It could just be a local out for a late-night stroll. She could just turn around to…give them some space. Her gut told her to not turn her back.
A dark, massive figure stepped into the light. Sophie drew her knife and energy sword and shifted into a fighting stance. The figure threw off its hood with a clawed hand.
Its head was covered in scales that glittered in the yellow light. Its mouth pulled back in a smile, revealing rows of jagged teeth. According to the Federation, I died over a year ago. The reptile laughed as he continued to fire.
His lipless mouth curled up in an overconfident grin. He kicked the grenade back and dodged the knife. Sophie cried out as the flash singed her leg. Sophie fought the urge to panic.
She still had a few seconds of consciousness. Her left hand was free. Her vision started to darken around the edges. His hand instantly went to his neck and Sophie rolled away as he fell to the ground, convulsing with the urge to breathe. Sophie gasped until her breathing was back to normal, pushed herself off the ground and stood over the dying bounty hunter.
I killed them out of sheer determination. They murdered my friend. They tried to kill me. Maybe she was lucky. Maybe her secret died with that bounty hunter. Or maybe she was back to being a wanted fugitive.
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