Survival.
That was my plan, that was what I was taught, and it's all I knew. From day one, from the time I opened my eyes to the time they closed forever, that one word floated around like a bad disease. Survive.
And that's what ran through my head now as I sat perched atop a light post. How could I have been so foolish. Never get carried away, they said. Harden your heart. Concentrate on the job.
Get Fang away from Max long enough for Dylan to win her heart. But the damn fool took to long! He's to blame. He's the reason I fell in love with Fang, the reason in the end I couldn't concentrate on the job. And the reason I was here now; shattered and heart broken.
As soon as he thought I was dead the first thing he did was run back to his little Max without a second thought, and the worst part, he left me there. In the desert, soaking in my own blood, left to rot with the rest of the world.
I'll show them. I know now. I'm not the pathetic girl I once was. I know to love is to be weak and to be feared is far more powerful than to be loved.
I snickered at the thought of how their would look if they realized I was still alive. Bu that's plan B; to show myself. I'm above that. I'm working on Plan A; and it starts, right, about.
Now.
