My clothes were dirty and ripped, and my hair was sticking out in every direction. The hot, dry days of August were forever worsened in the ruthless state of California.
A few miles ahead, trees began filling my view. Was I getting close to salvation, or perhaps water?
The sound of a babbling stream began, and I picked in my pace. I kneeled down on the dirt, small trees shading me from the cruel sun. I poured water on my face and over my arms, the dirtied water running off onto the dry ground. It was my little piece of heaven, and if I survived the walk ahead of the drying forest of leafless trees, I may find clean water and better shade. All I could do was dream.
After hours of tripping over my own feet and blurring vision, I heard something. The droning of a helicopter became within earshot, and that was my time to hide. I started pulling up dying bushes and putting the hot sand over my clothes.
What had I done to deserve the fear of helicopters? Well, it was not fear. It wad knowledge that they were there for me. I had powers that other fifteen year olds lacked. They were after me, to put me through trials and experiments, all to persecute me for my faults. I did something wrong, yes. But I did it out of justice.. But I got carried away.
Running across borders of Arizona and California were hard, and word of me and my terrible deeds had already spread across Arizona and relative towns. I was just a blatant criminal, a murderer in the towns. Nothing more. It was a silent search party, and there was no fuss.
To the government though, I was actually something to fuss over.
I had carefully covered myself in twigs and bushes, and I had an okay view of the helicopter, which was armed with missiles and guns. It was alone, but it was mean looking indeed. That's when I decided to show off. I threw off the dust and started jumping. I had recently cut and dyed my hair, from black to a light blonde. I had also acquired a tan (and lots of sunburns) from the perilous sun.
I looked like I was innocent and in need of help. I didn't look like myself. After this I would need to clear out the dye after and cut my hair more after this. But I felt.. Excited.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I watched the helicopter not shoot me, but instead fly down to the ground where I stood. The blades of the copter blew my hair into my face, creating an artificial cool breeze that I found myself enjoying. The pilot stepped out, and so did the co pilot.
I could guess there was a gunner and a fighter. The gunner looked less brawny than the other. They now had names to me.
"Hey little girl, have you seen another your age with black hair yay-long?" He made a motion to show long hair on his own. He had a little pony tail on the back of his head.
"Hmm.." I said, thinking. That's when I would strike.
I felt gears click together in my head, one thing and another coming together. My vision blurred a little from the lack of energy I already had, and I started to fall. Once I hit the ground and they started moving to me, everything stopped. "Pause."
Time had halted.
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