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The camera focuses on the person. A young girl. Her face was angular, high cheekbones and a very pale complexion. Her deep blue eyes stuck out against her mangled black hair. She should have been pretty, beautiful even, but the dark circles under her eyes and the swelling from several bruises on her temples and neck ruined the image. One of her sapphire eye was ringed with blood as a cut ran from her forehead to her jawline. Her shoulders were slumped and bare, her áo sơ mi in shreds. She looked everywhere other than the camera.
“Hello.” Her voice was rough and dragging, her exhaustion and pain showing.
“Sorry that I haven't been here in a while. I’ve been......busy.” She took several pauses in the sentence to recollect her fading voice. She rubbed her head, ignoring the fact that it reopened a cut, causing droplets of blood to roll around her hairline.
“I....I went to C.A.D.M.U.S..............to find out how I was made.” She didn't look at the camera, shame written clearly on her face.
“I-I-I knew...” Tears collected in her eyes. “I-I knew that I was made from the DNA of Richard Grayson.” Her head hung low, tears silently running down her cheeks, stinging every cut. “ I knew it was stolen. I-I-I knew they hurt him to get it....” Her hair fell in front of her face. “A-and I’m sorry.”
“B-but......” She swallowed and let out a few thêm raspy breaths. “They...the-they didn't have enough......the-y di-dnt have e-enough!” Her shoulders were shaking violently.
“Tt-hey nee-eed m-m-ore to f-fill in the- g-gaps.”
“T-they t-t-took so-m-epe-people a-a-and.....” She stopped altogether and let out a hard sob. She raised her hands and wrapped it around her shoulders, hiển thị how ruined and wreaked her arms were. Blood and mud were caked all over her, a few of her fingers were sticking out at odd angles.
“T-t-th-ey......” She was unable to finish the sentence. “....t-t-they t-t-ook t-ten! T-E-NN!” She gave a blood throated scream. “J-Just t-to maaake m-m-e!”
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A few giây later her face comes back up, tear stained and bloodier. She shook her head.
“I-.....I-’m not wo-working.....I-i’m broken...They...They want to f-fix me a-again...AGAIN.” Her eyes were wild, never focusing on the camera but still stared at the lense. “T-they w-want m-me to f-find people.....I-I-I can’t.....”
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“So....so I won’t let them fix me...” Her crazed eyes finally stared directly at the lense. Her pupils dilating and undilating at an uneven pace.
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you, Sil and Blade.....I-I don’t know i-if bạn are s-stil here but bạn two were the real heroes....”
“I’m sorry, Fin and Fang and Aisling.” She looked at the bàn not moving anything but her lips. “You were the ones who made everything better....you were closer to me than family....” She looked at the camera again.
“I-I-I....”
“I’m sorry....” With a rapid motion her hand grabbed the army dao, con dao on the bàn and with a single swipe there was a deep gash in her throat and her shoulders didn't shake again.