Seventy:
Ransom Tanager
I was running. Running from my own mother who was trying to kill me. Who believed that me, and people like me, should be dead. She had complied a whole list of people to kill. I was going to have to kill her. To save the people that my family destroyed, I was going to have to kill my own family. After having thought that she was dead for most of my life. “Give up, Ransom!” I heard my mother’s voice call. “You aren’t supposed to exist.”
“I was born before you made me into this! I am still here after you turned me into this. I am still your son! I still have life in me. Life that you gave me! I’m still validated!” I was running and shouting, shouting and running. Jigsaw was coming from me. My Mother was coming for me.
I was
