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icypenguin17's Entry.

Icy hated School. That was a fact and it would never change. Most of the people there hated her and bullied her, but she always beat them up when they'd try something. The teachers would never tell them to stop, even if they were right in front of them. The education wasn't very good, either, because most of her teachers were too obsessed with either their make-up or their laptops.

One day, a girl in Icy's class got the Flu, and she passed it on to her by purposely sneezing on her. Because of it, Icy had to go to the hospital and get some shots.

"Okay, I'll just go and get the needle, and then we'll be all ready," said the plump nurse after wiping Icy's arm with some chemicals. She walked behind a curtain, and Icy could hear some strange noises coming from behind there, like someone was trapped.  Did something happen?

A few minutes later, another Nurse emerged from there and told Icy, "You can call me Ms. Green. The other Nurse had to go, so I'll be taking care of the shots." She smiled at Icy. It looked evil.

Icy nodded, but was suspicious of the lady. She had a strange aura around her, as if she came from the Underworld and Hades himself. The Percy Jackson Books must have gotten to her.

"And here it is!" Ms. Green held up a long, thin, plastic needle that contained some sort of green liquid in it. It looked hideous and smelled funny, just like Ms. Green herself. Icy gave her a "what-is-that?" look.

"This is how all Flu Shots are," Ms. Green replied. "You've never seen one before, so that's probably why you're so surprised. Now, I'll just inject this into you....." She gave Icy another creepy smile before pushing the needle into her bare skin.

Shots usually never hurt Icy, but this one felt deadly, and her whole body was burning up. She wanted to scream, but all her vocal cords had been taken out of her body a long time ago, and she couldn't talk anymore. The pain turned to dizziness, and she saw Ms. Green turn into a Green Monster before blacking out.

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When Icy woke up, the first thing she noticed was the throbbing pain in her arm. She pulled up her sleeve and checked it. The sight was bloody - a huge, green wound with dried blood showing on top.

She looked around, and realized she had no idea where she was. It was an empty, white room with nothing anywhere. Just white. White, white, white.  However, she could see the outline of a white door.

Icy stood up and felt the cold tiles on her bare feet as she tried to make her way towards the door. By the time she placed her one hand on the doorknob, Icy was exhausted. She fell to the ground right after opening the door.

She felt cold.

Icy always liked cold weather, unlike everyone else she knew. Her energy zapped right back into her, and she stood up once again, taking in the sight around her.

She was in a tiny village that had snow EVERYWHERE. It was around a foot deep on the ground, and there was still more snow piling up because of the flurries in the air. It was amazing!

She didn't know why, but Icy was attracted to the small town with only houses and nature. It was rural, which she liked, but there was something else about it that she couldn't point out. She started walking towards it.

Icy was greeted by people in the entrance of the city, and used the board she always carried with her to write down what happened. The villagers said they didn't know anything about it, but that she could stay in the village orphanage while waiting. She followed them to the giant brick building, not afraid of it. She lived in one her whole life, after all, so why should this be different?

The weird attraction that Icy had got stronger as she made her way into the orphanage. She looked around and saw girls of all ages doing random things, but one of them caught her eye. At the time, she didn't know she'd be risking her life just for that girl.

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FlyOverSky

Footsteps were heard on the hallways, while a shadow was quickly reaching the interogatorium. Her. Today was the day for revenge. She waited for it 12 years now.

But she never tought that it would happen here, in a building were mice were all over the rooms and were people were watching her as their hearts.

But this didn't make her give up. She reached the door and slowly closed it behind her. She was late. But, what if she was late? There's no problem about that. It's better that Johanna could see him.

Barely see him. You know how you see someone and he sees you too? Well, just she could see him. But it was enough.

"Johanna? Look, this is for you." Mrs. Nicolson gave her his files."Thank you, Mrs."

Johanna couldn't call her 'mother' as much as she wanted... she couldn't. It was too stresfull, because when she was trying to, all she could see was that dead body.

Dead as his eyes. That thought reminded her of the file. He was a soul thief, money thief and life thief. She could've have her parents still with her, but because of him, they were gone.

He used to change identities. In the night of the "accident" his name was Miles Carton. Accident... she found out that it wasn't a joke when she was 11. Even if she's too young for these kind of stuff, she's an adult on the interior. As always.

Then, Mrs. Nicolson came next to her and wrapped her arms around her little body. Something was wrong, but Johanna didn't say anything. A shock hit her body and then everything was blury. The last thing she remembered was her 'mother's' face.

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She woke up, but still confused. When did dhe fall asleep? How? What did happen to her? To Mrs. Nicolson? To Miles?

And then she realised that...she was in the exact same room as when she's seen him. The same room... but who was at the control panel then?

He woke up too and looked in curiosity at her, like at a mythical creature.

"Wh...who are you?"
"I'm Johanna. And you are Miles, right?"
"Um... I...I don't know. Who am I? Where am I? What did I do?"

Anger was built in her veins a the last question "What did I do?". Like when he didn't kill her parents. Like when he wasn't the true monster. Then, his eyes began to be brighter and he said:

"He doen't know nothing. Save him in 20 dayso or he'll die. You are the only person who can. You have the correct liquid in your veins to do this. Good luck."

How much luck can I have?