warning! this novel will have rape, drinking, and many explisit sex seens between two women in the near future. read with this knowlage

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Prolog Red eyes

“Tag! You are it!” screamed a seven-year-old Nidia. Running away from 3 young boys and laughing as she waved a crossed set of fingers before her.

“You can not tag me! You can not tag me!” she continued to sing.

“Ricky, grab her and hold her down! I will uncross her fingers and Montello can tag her!” whispered Gattosé excitedly.

“Attack!” The 3 boys shouted. They all charged in the direction of the small brown hair girl and did as the plan specified.

“Perra that is so not fair, all of you ganging up on me! When are you going to start treating me like a lady and not some Chico off the street, huh?”

“You are not a lady! You are hardly even a girl! In fact, I think you are more of a guy then Gattosé.” Ricardo said.

“Hey do not talk about my Gattosé like that. He is more of a man then you or I!” Montello directed toward Ricardo.

By this time Nidia has already gotten away from the bickering boys she calls her best friends and is down the old and broken wooden steps to the three-story orphanage and in the yellow kitchen that always seems to smell like baby food. Not that it is unpleasant, no it is the smell of home, but it is very odd nonetheless.

“Senora Torres! The boys are going at it again!” Nidia yelled.

At this moment entered a very beautiful and wise looking woman in a long blue and white dress. No older then 26 is this woman but the years had aged her into someone much more mature then you would expect. She had a strong temper but a loving heart. This woman had so much heart she was able to give some to every single child who walked into her orphanage.

“Chicos! Beun aqi! Don’t worry linda, I will get them to stop one way or another.” She said in a light but angry tone. Senora torres walked up the stairs in a graceful manner and headed in the direction of the quarreling boys.

A happy girl, Nidia skips off to the bathing room to wash up for super. As she gets to the door a tall girl jumps out and grabs her by the waist pulling her down the hall and into the small closet on the right side where the kids keep the baby toys.

“Ay! What was that for Kritzia?”

“Listen to me Nidia! You must get out of here. Senor Torres can only protect you for so long, they are collecting the possessed ones. And you will be next if you do not get out of here!”

“There are others like me? Where are they? I wish to meet them, I wish to see my parents!” Nidia pleaded.

“They are a horrible people, they must be possessed by the dark things like you. They call themselves,” she paused creating an air of anticippation “Pirates!”

Nidia to busy imagining a quest to find her people completely tunes out the frantic Kritzia and mindlessly states, almost in a possessed manor “Pirates!”