There's been no rest for me since the earthquake this morning. I found the car in remarkably good condition and I try to drive out of the small town. I eventually had to ditch the vehicle and go on foot in order to avoid the rescue trucks heading to the wreck site. I followed the highway all the way to a rest stop.
I practically collapse but I hear Annie's voice telling me to keep going. I head into the back bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. I'm caked in the rumble and my clothes are tattered. I look like I went to hell and back. I unzip my backpack and remove the chest. I dig through the water and food rations and find a clean set of clothes. Annie really was prepared in case we had to run. I turn on the tap and wash my face and arms. I dry myself off and change into the clothes. I then go through my makeup kit that was in the back of the car. Annie really had thought of everything.
I pop out my filthy contacts and go to replace them. I comb through my fading blonde hair and select the next colour. I stop for a moment and stare at myself. It's been awhile since I've seen myself in the mirror. My face is slightly longer; my eyes even seem a bit of a darker blue. My cheekbones seem sharper; my body has elongated and seems thicker with muscle. I'm no longer the child I thought I was...I am a woman; a proud sixteen-year-old Loric warrior with a story and a taste for revenge.
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I am number Ten
FanfictionMeet Number Ten. She would prefer you to call her Christina. She is one of the last surviving Garde from Lorien. She, like the other Garde are living anonymously but she is different. She'd not like the others, she is special but in what way?
