• She laid there lifelessly. My best friend, Amber, was dead. Murdered. Her blood covered my hands, stained my clothes and ran through my veins. The sirens grew louder. I looked down at my, blood-covered, hands and watched them shake in fear. I could hear the turbines of the helicopter approaching. My head turned in the direction of the window. The piercing white spotlight peered through the window, temporarly blinding me. I glanced down at my, ripped open, best friend. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I was frozen. Stunned. I managed to choke out, in a weak voice,
    "I-I'm sorry..."
    I sat there as if I was waiting for her to respond. Nothing. My name is Roxi Emma Daniels and I am a threat to the humanrace.