Artyom really loved his family. His Father always glowing, making everyone around him smile. Artyom's Mother, speaking softly and quietly, unable to even raise her voice because of the scar across her throat. Even Artyom's sister, was kind and caring. They were both old enough to know things, at sixteen. That is why Pistolet, Artyom's Mother, sat them down together on the couch to tell them something. She whispered as always, the scar haunting her voice. Seal, the pairs father, jogged from the kitchen, as he had been cooking a nice dinner. "Me and your father think it is a nice time to tell you two, as you are both old enough to understand." Artyom rolled his eyes, thinking it was another lecture on responsibility or whatever. "Hun Mamasha, I am not your mother by blood." Hun's eyes widened. She didn't even say anything, she just sat there, almost frozen in ice like a cartoon character who had just been dropped into a winter lake. "You are the daughter of a woman by the same name as you, Hun Liuxing. Please understand that she merely wanted a piece of herself to experience good." Artyom spoke before Hun did: "Does that mean that Dad…" Pistolet shook her head. "She took the blood off of a knife she stabbed your father with. Then, she drew some of her own blood and created an artificial baby. She is also the reason I have this scar." She traced the thick white line that went across her own neck. For the first time in that meeting, Hun spoke. "Like, that one person they taught us about in Global Politics? The woman that killed hundreds, just because they believed in another religion? Who was the one that killed that dangerous of a person? How did you two survive?" It was Seal's turn to add. "When me and your mother met, me and Hun were working together to blow up a large building, but your mother showed up on behalf of Mamashan Counterterrorism. I attempted to surrender, but Hun pushed me towards your mother with my own knife. I was then shot three times by your mother. It was a miracle I survived, and I recovered quite quickly with your mother at my side." Hun shook her head. Pistolet put the cherry on the metaphorical milkshake. "I later tracked down Liuxing, and used my PSM;A to end the madness that she had caused the world." Hun continued shaking her head. "I can't believe it. Dad used to be a terrorist, and Mom used to shoot terrorists for a living. But she isn't even my Mom, another terrorist is. What the Hell!" Good thing that Pistolet and Seal had decided to hide away that brick sized memorial they had when Hun was still a child. Seal pulled it out of his large pocket, and gently set it in Hun's hand. "Your biological mother may have brought terror and pain to the Earth, but that doesn't mean you will." He also handed her the note that the suited man in black had brought with him the day Hun was delivered to their house. She read it and cried, her tears wetting the paper. Something that was not on the paper before appeared, an outline of a person. Peering through her blurry tears, Hun just tore the spot that had the person's outline. Seal and Pistolet reached over, thinking she was angry. But a picture that was not unlike a Polaroid image came out of a pocket inside of the thick paper, fluttering to the ground. Seal and Pistolet looked at each other, not knowing that was there. Hun reached down and picked up the face down image, simply wondering what it was a picture of. She flipped it over, not expecting anything. An image was there, and image of a tanned woman sitting on a small uncomfortable looking bed. She was smiling at the camera, and the person behind it, whoever that was. Liuxing's sun bleached hair waved to her waist, and her signature brown undershirt still untouched by the blood that would come later. She also had her one size too big fatigue pants on, baggy canvas billowing around her legs and large boots. The white border around the image read: Hun Liuxing 2048, Military Base in Rome, Guido. Hun stopped crying. The tears felt like they wouldn't dry in the damp Florida heat. She set the note on the coffee table, got up, and simply walked to her room, no more questions, no more words. Seal picked up the saltwater drenched thick paper, and noticed a thin black line on the inside of the tear. A mistake? He slowly opened the small slit, and found a paragraph written inside. "I actually made it look like I had a heart in that game letter. Make sure she always believes that." Seal smiled. If she really didn't have a heart, she wouldn't have brought a child into this world purely for the purpose of a good childhood. That's Hun alright, contradicting herself at every turn, like a snake running into it's own tail. My Hun will find out on her own. He set the note on the counter, next to the weekly mail and a family photo.

Hun lay on her bed, her tears forcibly gone and her eyes slightly swollen. I want to know more about her. I need to know about her. She hopped on her desktop, and slowly typed those 10 letters into a search bar. The first couple of results were quite normal, just articles and small biographies. Hun gobbled those up. After a while, she found a small website that had somehow accessed images of Hun that weren't supposed to be seen. Like her arms, a day before her death. Hun gagged. To call it a bloody mess was a lie. Hun swallowed her saliva as much as she could to avoid throwing up. An article below: it was nicer to look at than the picture, or so she thought. She then learned that after she lost those arms in such a gruesome matter, she proceeded to murder someone with the sharp splintered bone at the end of her arm. Hun didn't want to read any more of that. She then encountered something that may have been even stranger. A website purely dedicated to her, but not entirely in an honourary way. It was disgusting. "I just wanna see every inch of her dark skin." "I wish I would have been the one with that surprise encounter in the boat, I would've forced [sorry, this post is no longer available]" Hun grimaced and quickly left. Can't people make up their minds? Terrible person? Wonderful person? Just decide already. Then, a Museum's website. They had Hun's famous YIFAMR unaltered and on display. The CV19 however couldn't be because of the symbol it had become in most countries. It wasn't even that far away. Right up in Jagsonville. Of course, that was still a statewide drive from Mi Mami. Hah, my 1991 ToeYota Mister2 will make it at least a little bit fun. She closed the tab, shut off her computer, and went back to her bed. Before she realized it, she was asleep. But unlike the other nights of her sleep, this one was filled with interruptions in her REM sleep. Just like some time in 2049.

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She woke up in a white room. It was perfect. She looked up, from her own curled up ball. It really was perfect. She tilted her head even farther back. Clouds illuminated by golden light appeared, with a single angel, and a grim expression on her face. It was strange seeing such a large area of clouds that could easily seat a stadium be occupied by one. Hun looked closer at the figure. It was Liuxing. The stern, arms crossed woman spoke. "I am appearing to you just as paradise appeared to me. Achieve it, ACHIEVE IT. That is all." The clouds turned black, and Hun walked through an imaginary door. Echoes of laughter and happiness rang from the air, then stopped as the door was shut. The storm also faded out of existence without a sound. Hun looked down to see a YIFAMR without a magazine on the ground. Hun had been lowering and lifting her head enough to be perceived as nodding. Then, a pair of light blue 90's basketball shoes appeared before her. In a smooth and polite voice, the shoe's owner uttered. "Kill yourself. There is a single cartridge in the chamber." Hun followed the smooth lines presented by the shoes, up to a pair of legs. All she could see was bright and shiny silver skin reflecting the white walls around her. She was feeling emotions she had never felt before. Her teeth were pressed together hard enough to make diamond, and her face felt like it tightened enough to constrict a buffalo. She followed the legs up to the whole woman, a metallic woman who dressed quite scandalously. She was surprisingly beautiful, and gave off a feeling that she couldn't exactly put her finger on. "Fuck off. I should put this bullet in your FUCKING FOREHEAD, BITCH." The woman kicked the gun into her hands like a skateboard, then shoved the barrel of it into Hun's mouth. "I'll let you do the honours, Hun." She put Hun's hand on the grip, her thumb on the trigger. Hun ripped it out, held it the right way, and tried to shove it in the silver woman's mouth. It didn't work out, as the woman just smiled. Her teeth didn't budge as the barrel hit them. Hun screamed. "DIE!!!" She squeezed the light trigger, and the bullet shot out right at the woman's nice incisors and long and sharp canines. The smile never changed. No teeth were even moved. Just a tooth shaped bullet, flattened against her teeth like gum. She also peeled it off as such. "My my, getting angry?" Hun didn't even react. Everything was already so weird, this was just the second cherry on the milkshake today. The woman casually reached over and barely touched her eye. Of course, Hun's reflexes had told her to close her eyes before it happened. She was confused. "Huh? What was that for? Just touching my eyelid lightly? CAN YOU JUST GO TO HELL?" but something felt different. Why is my eye cold? It became more and more cold, more and more until it felt like she had left an ice pack on it for too long. "What did you do!?" Then, she stopped being able to see from it. "What? WHAT!?" Then, a single snowflake came from it. Then some more. An entire snowstorm from just her eye started. Hun covered her eye with her hand. The silver woman smiled at her remaining eye. She then walked over, and whispered in her ear. "Don't worry. I'll give you a hug so you feel better." And she followed through. No tricks. Singlehandedly the warmest and kindest hug Hun had received from someone that wasn't her family. Then, everything began to get cold. Hun's vision faded along with her warmth, and the dream ended.