The tornado approaches towards me closer and closer, causing my clothes to stick tightly to my body. Even the breeze that blew on top of me is becoming heavier. I could barely breathe as the dust particles were flying directly into my face.
At that point, when the storm was close enough, I held onto my fists. Suddenly, soft whispers reached my ears.
'Isn't she's also the one who was involved in the cause of your death? Then, why don't you get your revenge on her like what she planned in doing it to you? This is a battle of survival, son. Will you be the first to get hunted or be the first one to hunt?'
"In order to survive, I must be the one to do the hunting..." I whispered back to her voice as the wind became stronger around me. I don't even know where to begin to find the courage to actually do anything. But I know what I need to do next.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze from the ground, revealing my right eye which has changed its color. The color of death.
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