GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
A sharp needle pierced her neck. She ripped the tipped dart from her skin but knew it was too late. The poison was already rushing through her bloodstream…she had but mere seconds left.
Abby Sorrensten was losing control with each passing second. Her anger burned within her. It had been with her all these years, buried deep, growing stronger day by day, beat by beat. She tried to keep it down, but the treatment these men inflicted on her for the past thirteen years had taken its toll, weakened her to the point she could no longer contain it.
Since the age of four, she had been covered with cuts and bruises, stitched skin, smashed knuckles. Her so-called training had given her umpteenth concussions, broken bones, tremendous loss of blood. Not once did the men that trained her, the members of the Order, offer empathy or remorse.
So why should she?
She glared at the man leaning over the arena balcony, still aiming the tranquilizer mechanism her way. Her vision was different now. Her green eyes transformed when the anger took over. Oddly enough, the vision through her cold, black eyes was sharper, clearer. They offered fewer colors to distract her from her target.
She growled as the man pulled the cord of the crossbow towards him, preparing to fire again. A sudden burst of energy shot to her right hand and radiated an intense glow. This should've frightened her, but it was just one of the unknowns happening to her right now.