[h2]Kithra Moore [/h2]

Pain stabbed Kithra's stomach as she passed a small bakery, she hadn't eaten in three days. Last time she ate, she had stolen a sandwich but she was nearly caught. She wasn't the best at stealing, or lying or anything that would of helped her to survive. No, she was helpless and she knew it. It was a miracle that she wasn't caught by hunters or any of the normal people, she was clumsy and was a sad thing for being Gifted. 

Her gift wasn't even one that could even help her survive, dancing. If she danced she would attract unwanted attention, her dancing entranced others making them forget their problems. Heck, she knew if she danced and asked for money she would get it, but what good was money when you couldn't spend it? The cashier would see her different colored eyes and would call the hunters or worse. She saw what happened to those that had what others called "dangerous" gifts, one way ticket to the shooters range. She wouldn't be taken to such a place, no she would taken and sold as someone's slave, to be entertainment. She had also seen what happened to entertainment Gifted, they were often abused and not taken care of. She rather die then be someone's pet.

Another pain racked her stomach, she was so hungry. She stood in front of the bakery a little while longer before moving on. She needed to fine a place to spend the night and maybe a garbage bin to go through. [i]Look at what I am reduced to![/i] She thought angrly as she kept her head down. She never thought she would be reduced to such a state, where she would be going through garbage bins searching for food. She wished she was never a Gifted, she wished that she was a normal person.

She knew she would die alone, and by the way things were going she was also going to die hungry.