"<span style="font-style: italic">Make your wish Love." Yusari said his bright blue eyes shinning with happiness. His hands were wrapped around hers as if she was his world. She very well could be. The bright fluorescent lights lit up her kitchen giving the room a serene look. Everyone sat around the table. Her friends, her little sister, and her mother. But her mother had a harsh look on her face. It confused her. Her mother was normally a happy person.<br/><br/>"Loveâ€¦" She whispered. But would never get the chance to finish that sentence. As her front door kicked open. Soldiers wearing complete black outfits stepped in the room. They held rifleâ€™s in their hands, pointing at each of her friends, and even family. She shivered. The thought that the war had hit her home scared her more than ever. It was a war for political power, and she never imagined her motherâ€™s work would come home with her. Immediately , she tilted her head towards her mother. Bright blue eyes meeting solemn dark blue eyes. Not once showing a flicker of emotion. Then the gun shots started. The first person dead was her best friend Desma. A bullet right through the head. Blood spattered onto the walls, and the ground. That was when chaos took over. Her friends tried to fight back but each one died. The worst was when they shot Yusari. He tackled a soldier, and that soldier knifed him in the back. Then another soldier shot him. <br/></span><br/><br/>Amora awoke tears streaming down her face. She didnâ€™t know exactly why but that was the last thing she remembered.  Then she was taken here. To a dark room where she couldnâ€™t even see. At least not completely see. Her hands she felt were different. There was always some sort of change when she wakes up. Hell wherever she was they had restrained her. Tying up her hands ,and feet. There were other people in this room. Otherâ€™s that were like her. But they seemed to come and go so often. That she could hardly remember their names or who they were.<br/><br/>The light flickered on signifying that someone was  entering.  Most likely a white coat. She was begging to hate the white coats. All they care about is whose next to die. The room was dim because the light wasnâ€™t really that bright, plus it flickered, and seemed to cast a sad glow upon them all. With a small area that resembled what a kitchen may have looked like. Except it was just cabinets, and counters, with a sink placed in-between each counter. The white coat walked over to the area, and opened a cabinet door. Taking out a  needle that had a point that was 3 inches long. "Amora the kitty its your turn.." He had a wicked smile on his face. "All were waiting for now is for your sight and claws to kick in." He walked patronizingly towards her. Walking slowly as if to make her squirm even more. She always hated needles. That was when she realized that something was hitting the floor rapidly. It made a swish-swish sound. Overtime the white coats steps made a loud hallow sound, and she could clearly tell what was the ground, and what was his foot. Though everything still looked the same to her. She could hear ten times better.<br/><br/>As he made his way towards her she licked her teeth. Feeling something sharp stab into her tongue. All these oddities made her wonder what the needle was doing to her. In fact, she could almost feel the change in her hands. But barely. Just barely. Her mouth made a hissing noise , as her body reacted to him coming towards her. That was when the world spun around for her. She became dizzy.