Alurina_Azura

Kylin of the Neighbourhood had lived her simple life with her family and friends until the Establishment came knocking on her door one fine day.


Despite not wanting any ties with the Establishment, she finds herself making a deal which would not only save her family but condemn herself in the process.


The only silver lining she has is the one year time limit imposed on her before she could be release.


Until then, she remains a prisoner, unable to escape and forced to live her life miserably.  


But that was for an ordinary person.


She may had live a simple life but what she considered simple was far different than everyone else. 


This was Kylin of the Neighbourhood we’re talking about, so of course, things won’t go as smoothly as expected. 


When the tough get going, Kylin start slaying.

In the ‘Extra’ Ordinary Mind of Kylin

Running away from the 'kid', I headed outside to clear my airway. It took a while to recover, sneezing everything out.


I knew I said that I could eat anything and everything, but pepper was the only thing I couldn't stand. I didn't know why. It's just my bloody damn body. 


It's like asking why I'm a girl instead of a boy. If I had my way, I rather be a boy. You get underestimated by being a girl, thinking they're all weak and helpless.


And if I ever meet one that did, I'll make sure they ever regret meeting me. 


With my body relaxing, I sat down thinking about my next move. 


I lost the edge of an impromptu interrogation so I couldn't ask what I wanted. 


But there was another way I didn't try before.


No one answered. He was after all acting his part as the invisible guard. I got to admit it but Ryder was far capable than the standard guards in the compound. 


I acknowledged him because through my days of boredom, I would randomly throw things towards his direction, like a spoon, a fork or a butter knife. I wanted to see his reaction and so far, there wasn't any. 


Instead what I found out as payback, was that all my silverware were replaced with plastic utensils for awhile. I got pissed off with the pathetic material, breaking every few minutes while I was eating so I retaliated by recycling the broken plastic and sharpening the tips. 


"I got a butter knife with me. Unless you want a repeat of our previous battle, I suggest you better answer."


I took out the butter knife I had with me and waved it in the air to show him this was no empty threat. I mean business.


"Ha! That wasn't that difficult, right?"


11 Difficult