One look at her and I know. I know she is fearless and brave. Her smile is devilish and crazy, explaining, without her saying one word, that she is ready for a fight anytime. The look in her eyes, it is full of hatred, full of horror and grief. Her eyes are scarred with memories that only add to the weight on her shoulders. She looks like a wild horse confined by the strong hold of humanity.
She is scared and she always will be. She is scared of being caught again. She is scared of being the reason for peoples deaths. But the hatred that has boiled up inside her for so many years masks how terrified she is. If you only look at her exterior all you see is the hatred, that is the facade that she has created for herself.
She looks at me with big brown eyes, her dark hair flows down past her waist. If it weren't for the blood and scars running up her arms she would be beautiful. But dirt and grime cover her face, blood is speckled up her arms and scars cover her body from head to toe.
How is it that the world could be so cruel on someone like her? She deserves to be free, she wants to be free. Its what haunts her sleep and fills her mind. Freedom. Freedom from this world that has beaten her till all that was left was shells and memories.
Memories of days beyond today, beyond her days as a slave. She is a shell in need of being filled. She needs love, trust and freedom. Its what she wants.
Her eyes waver from mine, and suddenly she is on the ground. She jumped! She actually jumped! I look up at Kyle who sits in the tree, looking down as if, he himself, has been shot. His eyes are wide and scared. What has he done. He didn't actually shoot her, he just startled her.
She tucks, rolls and falls back hard in front of a tree. I see it in her eyes right then and there, she has given up. That jump, that jump was meant to end it all. It was meant to end her life and with it, her misery.
I watch as Maverick walks up to her, his hands are bloody from killing the commander. The look on his face, oh the look on his face, it looks crazed. She squirms away, but then stops. She inhales, closing her eyes, accepting her fate.
Maverick raises his gun and slams it down hard on her head. She is out the moment it happens. Her body lays there limp. I wonder if her life was that horrible. Did she really have no will to live? Anyhow she was alive now and I was determined to keep her that way.
She was a fallen angel with broken wings leaving her no way to fly away. She is now a prisoner of this cruel world.731Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ0UM4Ga16Z
A/N: This is a short piece from a story that i am currently writing, it does connect with another piece that I entered in the contest Causing Trouble. if you guys like it and would like me to post the full story let me know and I'll do it.731Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQS3gVMQqax
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