BloodsportNaomiSIntroTurn
From Create Your Own Story
You snap your head around towards the source of that laughter. It came from the window.
You freeze. Your throat constricts. Your arms and legs tingle, every inch of your skins feels as if it were on fire. Every bone in your body seems to be preparing for something, and your muscles coil up, like a snake perparing to strike.
Oh, no. No, no no no. Something very wrong.
Your instincts are screaming for you to move.
Bloodsport. | ||
I Am: | Naomi S. | I'm In:
Girls' Restroom. |
I Feel: | Tense. | |
Kills: | N/A. |