Space was vast and never ending. So many planets. Sometime too many.

The Interceptor got a little claustrophobic sometimes.

Especially with only 4 people.

Aya, Razer, Kilowog, and Hal Jordan.

Everything was going really well today. Nothing new was going on. Just flying around space.

"Razer!" said Hal suddenly.

"What is it?" he said barely looking up from what he was doing.

"There's an unidentified object heading at a high speed towards the ship. And it's giving off Red Lantern energy."

"What?!" said Razer getting up from his seat "That's impossible!"

A loud crash seemed to prove him wrong.

"Sensors indicate that a large, unidentified object that has crashed through the hull of the ship." reported Aya.

The four of them flew from the room, quickly navigating to the collision site.

They entered the room with caution and fanned out, rings held ready.

What they found was shocking.

A human girl, a Red Lantern one at that.

"Oi, that was weird." said the girl as she sat up, and turned to face them.

"Who are you?" asked Hal. "What are you?"

"Woah! What are you doing asking about my race? Why does it matter?" said the girl stuned and shocked. Her costume glowing red faintly.

"Green Lantern Hal Jordan was not refering to your race." said Aya.

"Fine, and for the record I'm human, does anything else really matter?"

"No," said Hal "What's your name?"

"Ilana," said the girl "Ilana Marie Holestead, and don't you dare get that wrong"

She stood up, and made her way towards Hal Jordan, stopping right in front of him.

She looked him right in his eye

"Or-" she growled "I'll kill you."

Razer scoffed, "Is that a threat?"

"No" said Ilana, turning her head towards him.

She smiled, "It's a promise!"

Razer's heart skipped a beat

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Oh crapolia, I know I remembered to charge it this time!" said the girl "I think...or maybe that was last week?"

The ring went out. Leaving her in her normal clothes.

Ilana had crimson red hair that just barely showed under her wool knit cap. She had a long shirt on that said, "Begin in the darkness, I seem to die...Erase the silence...Erase my life!" Her jeans were black and had various rips and cuts on them. None of her clothes seemed to fit, they were all loose. On her back there was a duffel bag, a backpack, and a sleeping bag. She quickly let the mess sink to the floor.

With lightning speed, she moved the bag in front of her and opened it.

"I know you're in here somewhere!" she remarked as she dug through the bag. Pulling out various items.

Including:

A cast iron frying pan

A paper-machie sniper rifle

A block of C-4

Rope

An Ipad

A Sansa Clip+ MP3 player

And pretty much everything else you would need to survive on a deserted island for about 30 years.

"What's with all this?" asked Hal, for everyone else had seemed to have forgotten how to talk.

"I'm going camping with the Crew," said Ilana

"The Crew?" asked Razer

"Yes," said Ilana, "They are my friends, Sheldon Mathus, Claire Baker, June Tristion, and Razor DuPoint."

Everyone looked in Razer's direction.

"What?" asked Ilana

"Nothing," said Hal. "So what are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"Well-" Ilana began

Razer turned to leave, "If you all don't mind, I'll be in my quarters." he through over his shoulder.

Ilana rolled her eyes "WHO SPIT IN YOUR BEAN CURD!" she yelled at him.

Razer didn't even stop.

"Whatever, anyway..." said Ilana, her head tuning back to face Kilowog, Aya, and Hal. "Um, what did you want to know again?"

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?" repeated Hal, paitiently.

"Oh, yeah...well. It's a long story..."

Ilana walked down the street. The night was cold and dismal, unusual for a Nevada night in the middle of July. She heard the usual comments,

"Hey there hotty!"

"You want to know what it feels like to be a real girl?"

"I got something for you! Something that'll make you feel real good!"

"Come on girly!"

They made her shudder in disgust, she just wanted to act. To beat them

till they all cowerd at her feet begging for mercy. She would give it to them of course, by killing them. She would grab their necks, and twist them in a sudden jerk. Relishing in the sound of bone snapping.

She wanted to look into their eyes, see the life drain from them, see the soul leave the body.

If her shrink could get inside her head...she would never be allowed to see the light of day.

They would lock her in a cell, padded of course. A straight jacket, sedatives pumped into her body 24 hours a day. Drugs that would bend her soul, and break her will...

Just like last time.

She could never go back there, WOULD never go back there.

She was a good actress.

Smile, wave. Act pleasant, be polite, be calm. be gentle. Don't let your rage boil over. Take your medication

She chuckled inwardly. That last one, she had not listened to in months.

She took some anti-depressants. Some mood controllers. Some sedatives.

But they took the light out of her eyes. They made her slow. They made her dull.

Like a knife that tried to cut through brick.

They made her weak.

She loved that way she was, no impulse control.

She loved setting fires, watching them burn.

Her rage, giving her strength.

Manipulating her teachers, making them think she was just some poor, innocent girl. Troubled of course, but with lot's of potential.

"Hey there girly..." said a voice right behind her. His sour breath washing over her. "I'm gonna make you feel real good."

His hand slid over her shoulders, down her chest.

She snapped.

She lifted her arm

Solar Plexus.

She brought it down, in the center of his chest. Hard.

He gasped in pain.

Instep.

She brought her foot down hard on his left foot.

He grabbed her foot and jumped up and down in pain.

Nose.

She brought her fist up and punched him.

Groin.

She elbowed him in the groin.

He was down, done.

But she couldn't stop! She rained her fists down on him. Ripping his skin apart.

"Stop! Mercy!" he cried out.

She knew what she wanted to do, she grabbed his neck, twisted it in a sudden jerk.

The crack of bone echoed through the night.

He fell to the ground in a heap, neck twisted to an odd angle.

"Ilana...of Earth, You have great rage in your heart..."

Came a voice echoing thought the sky.


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