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the back of a second man, who was too startled to react. She dug her claws into his throat and held on till he toppled to the ground dead. The last man shot at her, but Anne Marie had become supernaturally fast. She rolled left then darted back right, popping up at his feet and nearly cut him in half.
Sniffing the air, she couldn’t detect any other nearby threats. “They’re dead. It’s safe,” she called out to the children. “Hurry, go now.”
A brief hesitation turned into a flood of fleeing boys and girls. Anne Marie made her way to her father. She didn’t’ expect much. He was dead; there would be no last words. She couldn’t tell him that she wasn’t angry; that she was proud of him. Before it was too late, Anne Marie escaped into the night.
Two Weeks Later
With the other children, they had made it to the nearest city. Many of them had seen what Anne Marie had done, and were both afraid and awed. They took her to the Holy Mother orphanage, where she told her story; that her father was dead, and her mother was most likely dead too. Despite being over crowded, they took her in. The sisters gave her a cot to sleep in; it was one of many shoved into a small room filled with girls like herself.
Anne Marie sat on the makeshift bed, staring out the window and wondering what to do with the rest of her life.
One of the sisters came into the room and called out, “Anne.” Three other girls looked up at the same time. There were twelve Anne’s in total at the orphanage. “Anne G,” the sister added.
Anne Marie heard her but made no sign that she did.
The girl in the cot next to her, Elizabeth, said, “Angie, she called you.” She was an older girl who had heard the rumors of what Anne Marie had done and decided that they were friends. “Angie?”
“Yes,” Anne Marie said as she stood up.
“Anne G,” the sister said. “Mother Superior would like to speak with you.”
Anne Marie followed the sister down the concrete halls, stained and cracked with age. With a quick knock at the office door, the sister showed Anne Marie inside.
The Mother Superior was an older woman from America, though she’d been away for so long she’d picked up an accent. “Close the door,” she said to Anne Marie. “Anne G, take a seat. I have some news.” She waited till Anne Marie was settled and continued, “I have been in contact with the police. I’m sorry to tell you; they have identified the body of your mother.” Expecting a response, tears or some emotion, she waited again. When nothing came, the Mother Superior said, “I’ve also spoken with some people in Kenya, and we can’t seem to find any relatives.”
“I don’t have any,” Anne Marie told her. “If that’s all, may I be excused?”
“Sure,” Mother Superior said. “If you would like to talk, I’m always available.”
Anne Marie left the office and returned back to the dorm. Elizabeth was waiting for her at the door.
“I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said immediately. Anne Marie furrowed her brow. “It’s never good news,” she explained. Anne Marie started for her cot, but Elizabeth stopped her. “Wait. Come with me for a second, I want you to hear something.”
Elizabeth took her out in front of the orphanage were a few of the children were playing. The building was surrounded by a high wall and a locked gate. On the other side were more children, some with family somewhere, but all came to find company. There was a boy at the center of a crowd; he was talking, and they were listening.
“I escaped, I swear it,” the boy said. “I came to tell someone; something must be done.”
“Hey,” Elizabeth called him over. “Tell my friend what you said.”
He was only too happy to have someone hear him. “I ran. I ran as fast as I could. The LRA is coming. There is a village, they will attack it tonight, but they would not listen to
Sniffing the air, she couldn’t detect any other nearby threats. “They’re dead. It’s safe,” she called out to the children. “Hurry, go now.”
A brief hesitation turned into a flood of fleeing boys and girls. Anne Marie made her way to her father. She didn’t’ expect much. He was dead; there would be no last words. She couldn’t tell him that she wasn’t angry; that she was proud of him. Before it was too late, Anne Marie escaped into the night.
Two Weeks Later
With the other children, they had made it to the nearest city. Many of them had seen what Anne Marie had done, and were both afraid and awed. They took her to the Holy Mother orphanage, where she told her story; that her father was dead, and her mother was most likely dead too. Despite being over crowded, they took her in. The sisters gave her a cot to sleep in; it was one of many shoved into a small room filled with girls like herself.
Anne Marie sat on the makeshift bed, staring out the window and wondering what to do with the rest of her life.
One of the sisters came into the room and called out, “Anne.” Three other girls looked up at the same time. There were twelve Anne’s in total at the orphanage. “Anne G,” the sister added.
Anne Marie heard her but made no sign that she did.
The girl in the cot next to her, Elizabeth, said, “Angie, she called you.” She was an older girl who had heard the rumors of what Anne Marie had done and decided that they were friends. “Angie?”
“Yes,” Anne Marie said as she stood up.
“Anne G,” the sister said. “Mother Superior would like to speak with you.”
Anne Marie followed the sister down the concrete halls, stained and cracked with age. With a quick knock at the office door, the sister showed Anne Marie inside.
The Mother Superior was an older woman from America, though she’d been away for so long she’d picked up an accent. “Close the door,” she said to Anne Marie. “Anne G, take a seat. I have some news.” She waited till Anne Marie was settled and continued, “I have been in contact with the police. I’m sorry to tell you; they have identified the body of your mother.” Expecting a response, tears or some emotion, she waited again. When nothing came, the Mother Superior said, “I’ve also spoken with some people in Kenya, and we can’t seem to find any relatives.”
“I don’t have any,” Anne Marie told her. “If that’s all, may I be excused?”
“Sure,” Mother Superior said. “If you would like to talk, I’m always available.”
Anne Marie left the office and returned back to the dorm. Elizabeth was waiting for her at the door.
“I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said immediately. Anne Marie furrowed her brow. “It’s never good news,” she explained. Anne Marie started for her cot, but Elizabeth stopped her. “Wait. Come with me for a second, I want you to hear something.”
Elizabeth took her out in front of the orphanage were a few of the children were playing. The building was surrounded by a high wall and a locked gate. On the other side were more children, some with family somewhere, but all came to find company. There was a boy at the center of a crowd; he was talking, and they were listening.
“I escaped, I swear it,” the boy said. “I came to tell someone; something must be done.”
“Hey,” Elizabeth called him over. “Tell my friend what you said.”
He was only too happy to have someone hear him. “I ran. I ran as fast as I could. The LRA is coming. There is a village, they will attack it tonight, but they would not listen to
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