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Useless(Phantom POV)
“Ughhhhh,” the sound croaks from my dry throat, echoing around me. My lids peel open slowly, and I take a deep breath, trying to figure out where the hell I am. My head throbs with an intensity that I’ve never felt before. I can feel the pain in my face, my ears, even behind my eyeballs. Thrumming my fingers against the ground, I feel cool, damp mud. I inhale, but the scent of copper floods my senses. Reaching up, I smell my hand, gagging as the scent moves past the scent of blood. Where the f**k am I? The more my mind races the more intense the pain grows. “Phantom?” I hear Gunner’s voice shout. “Reaper?” Reaper. Chills spread down my arms as I forced myself up from the ground only to stumble back onto my hands and knees. I feel as if I’ve been transferred back in time. My fa
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