MidReal Story
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Chapter One
Sarah
The city is a dark place.
My father used to say that, and I find no comfort in the knowledge that he was right.
In a place plagued by corruption and crime, it’s hard to know whom to trust.
I learned that the hard way.
But I’ve given my oath to protect and serve, even when the people I’ve sworn to protect are the ones I need to fear the most.
My name is Sarah, and I’m a detective with the Boston PD. I walk the line between good and evil every day.
Some days, it’s harder than others to know which side I’m on.
I’m about to walk into the police station when a woman rushes past me, her eyes wide with terror. Her scream stills the air as she runs, legs pumping, into the night. Moments later, a man lurches from the alleyway, his eyes shadowed as he scans the deserted street. He sees me at the curb and waves me over.
“You seen a woman?” he asks, eyes darting around as if he expects her to jump out at any moment.
“Running? Yeah,” I tell him, “but I didn’t see which way she went.”
“Shit,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “What was she doing?”
I hesitate for just a second before I answer. “She was screaming.”
“Fuck!” he growls, kicking the trash cans stacked at the end of the alley.
“Do you need help?” I ask. I scan the street for a cruiser, but it’s late, and it’s just us here.
He looks at me then, really looks at me. His eyes are blue in the dim light, but they’re not calm. They’re desperate, like a drowning man reaching out for help. And when he looks at me, straight into my soul, it’s like all his fear and pain and desperation become my own.
“Yeah,” he says finally. “Yeah, I need your help.”
And before I know what’s happening, he’s reaching for me.
He’s so close all I can see are his blue eyes. And then his lips are on mine, hot and soft and desperate. And for one brief moment, everything else fades away.
I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the kiss. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by another human being that it’s almost like an out-of-body experience. Like it’s happening to someone else entirely.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice broken with pain. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I say. My voice is barely more than a whisper too. “It’s okay.”
He steps back from me and disappears into the night.
I stand there for a second, my body humming with energy. The kiss was over too soon.
I pull open the door and step into the police station. The lobby is deserted this time of night. Or morning. It’s hard to keep track when you work the night shift.
I head down the hall toward my office.
“Detective McCree!” A young officer stands up from behind his desk and waves me over.
I hurry toward him, my heels clicking on the tile floor.
“What do we have?” I ask as soon as I reach him.
“We got another one.” He nods toward an open file on his desk. “Looks like our guy is back.”
我本是一个婴儿，被人抛弃在村里。被老人收留，村里有个柳树。
我是个长得很漂亮的孩子，村人都喜欢我。但我却不长年，经常生病，一岁的时候就差点死了。人们都说是命大。所以我被人当个宝贝一样看待。有一天我八岁的时候，我偶然在树林里发现了一个洞。我开始慢慢的偷偷摸摸的挖洞。每天都会去挖掘几下。时间过得很快，转眼间一晃四年就过去了。我的身体也康复了许多。村里人都很高兴。但是我的性格变得越来越古怪。
终于有一天我必须放弃挖洞了，因为我发现我的手掌上已经有了一个红点。我知道这个红点是什么意思。正是因为这个原因，我放弃了挖洞。但是我却不知道自己的命运将会如何。
时间过得飞快，眨眼间我就十二岁了。我的身体已经非常好了，没有生病的痕迹。今年是个丰收年，村里人都很高兴，可是也在这个时候发生了一件大事。有人在晚上被狼吃掉了。那天晚上村子里传出了悲鸣声。村子里的人都去了山脚下看到一具尸体蜷缩在地上。
“太可怜了”有人感叹道。
“谁家的孩子啊？”
“是我们村的吧。”
“你看她头发多黑，肯定是我们村的。”
没等村里的人议论完，突然有人发现了脚印。
“你看这个脚印。”
“你看这个狼爪子。”
“难道这些狼不是野狼？”
“怎么可能不是野狼？你看这几乎碾压过来的脚印。”
“怪不得会有人被吃掉。”
村子里的一些男子都盯着狼发出声音。而那些女子们都没有说出来。
“好了别说了赶紧回家把孩子关起来。”一个留着鞭子胡子的男子说道。
大家都点头回家去了。
到家之后其实我已经迷上了当夜晚看着月亮。月亮好像是我的朋友一样。每次看见它我的心就安静下来了。每次月亮都会安慰我。所以每天晚上我都会在床头拿出一个小凳子踩上去。然后从半开的窗户看月亮。直到睡着。
这天晚上也不例外。可能是前一天那个小女孩被狼吃掉了。所以今天晚上月亮显得特别小。
