by Jackson Ferrell
Wind whipped around the child as she hovered over Chris' kneeling form. It wasn't fair, Chris thought; not only was she "just" a child, she was a girl. You can't hit a girl. Even if she has superpowers that, once fully developed, could probably total a Mack Truck.
Chris flexed, flinched. His claws wouldn't unsheathe.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Just a Child
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