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I guess this is just a self-indulgent little project now.

Chapter 3: "This world, is shooting to kill."

    I woke up on train, gasping for air.

    The Salmon Runner across from me looked up from his phone, staring at me with an inquiring look on his face. Then he gasped.

    'What is he so scared of? Oh...'

    I reached up to my face and immediately found out why.

    'Oh, fuck.'

    My bandana had fallen around my neck, revealing the dark grey scale markings on my face, two stripes on each side of my face slowly curving upward towards my cheekbones, eventually fading out  at that point from a lighter grey into normal, tanned skin.

    The Salmon Runner eventually found the courage to move and got up, holding his weapon. He began walking toward me, weapon aimed at my head.

    I, however, was infinitely faster.

    Before he could even get halfway toward me, I'd snuck up behind him, slammed him face-first into where I'd just been sitting, and had a Dualie pressed against the back of his head.

    "Don't move," I snarled. "Or I'll blow your brains out."

    He immediately morphed into his octopus form and attempted to swim away.

    I instantly grabbed him by one of his tentacles and held him up in front of my face. I took off my goggles so I could see him better.

    His entire face was bleeding from his little crash into my seat. The one tentacle I was holding him by was also starting to bleed from the pressure.

    "So," I said while holding him. "Care to explain why you attacked someone who did nothing to you?"

    He said nothing. Just dangled limply from where I was holding him.

    I smashed a window and threw him and his weapon off the train. As I did, I felt a tiny pang of guilt.

    'He attacked you first, idiota,' I snapped at myself. 'He would have done the same to you, and you know it.'

Useless guilt.

    I suddenly felt an acute stab of pain from the end of my spine.

    Right. Almost forgot about that.

    'Just a little longer,' I told myself.

    'Find someone who will trust you, and once you do... you'll finally be able to reveal yourself.'

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Hey

My name is Calvin Phil. I'm a queer refugee originally from Uganda, but I'm currently living in a refugee camp called Gorom in South Sudan. I came across your profile and felt compelled to reach out, though I know it might feel a bit random. I’m really sorry for reaching out like this; it's embarrassing, and I hate to ask for help in this manner. I hope you understand.

I represent a group of fellow LGBTIQ refugees here, and we are facing some serious issues that I wanted to share with you in case you're able to help or know someone who can. We are currently in urgent need of support for survival. Many of us are starving, with no access to food or medication, and some are living with HIV/AIDS. The situation is extremely dire, and on top of that, we face daily persecution, as Sudan's laws against the LGBTIQ community are harsh and unforgiving.

Any support or help for our cause would mean the world to us in these desperate times. If you're unable to donate, sharing this with others would be immensely appreciated.

GoFundMe Link:

https://gofund.me/4d80b32c

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Best regards,

Calvin Phil

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