I don't own any of the characters below, James Cameron does, I'm just toying with them! And don't forget to leave a special 'thank you' to my beta Xrho. Somhow, she managed to write out some very complex corrections for this story and get a 20 paged paper done... 'Brovo Xrho Brovo!'
Drip. Drip. Drip.
She felt cold water dripping onto her frozen, naked body. What use to be a caramel-colored body tone was now that of an olive color from when she was submerged in the water. She slowly opened her eyes, but quickly regretted the motion. Where am I? she thought as she tried to get up, still seeing everything in a blur. Her head began pounding so hard that it was impossible to think. God, did I drink something? she thought to herself as she pulled her wet body off the cold tile. Everything was dark, if it wasn't for her eye sight, she would have been completely blind. She began walking, feeling glass crunching under her naked feet. Think! THINK! You have to figure out what happened! Okay, I remember Max! Yea, and Brin... Brin... She, she punched me! That bitch!
Tinga ran her hand over her naked body, feeling tubes coming out of her thighs, breast, and neck.She slowly pulled out the tubes, crying out in pain. Great, not only was she a transgenic mutant freak, but now she had big gaping holes all over her body. Tinga rolled her eyes and continued to try and find an exit. After looking around for some time, Tinga finally found a blocked-off door. Someone had gone through some trouble trying to barricade this place off. What in the hell happened? Tinga thought as she looked for a flaw in the structure. Tinga smiled as she punched a soft spot, but was quickly blinded by the blazing light creeping through the cracks in the broken stone. After a few more kicks and punches there was enough room for Tinga to slide on by, but before she did that she took a quick look for some clothes. She smiled as she stripped a guards corpse and quickly dressed herself.
As Tinga reached outside of her cement prison, she finally came to terms with why this area was blocked off. It was her. She remembered everything and fought hard to hold back the tears. She looked down at her greenish olive skin and knew. She had been pumped full of so many chemicals that she'd never be the same. She looked down into a puddle and cried out. Her big brown doe eyes were now like a fish's; thick, hard, glossed, and dead. Tinga held back tears as she laid there, trying to come to terms with what she was. There was no way in hell she could go and see her husband and child like this! They had to have blocked this area off for a reason, maybe she had an airborne virus, or maybe it was something worse. I have to think, and I have to do it fast. Where in the hell could I go that won't put anyone in harms way; 'cause I can't stay here!! And that's when it came to her: Terminal City! Tinga got up fast and began thinking of how to disguise herself. She put on the soldier coat and face mask - there, no one would ever know...
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Tinga made her way way through check points, pulling rank and showing Erica Flora's badge. After what seemed like ages Tinga finally arrived at her new home. She looked around the dump for a place to call her own. She looked over at a half torn down apartment building and knew: it was home sweet home. Now for the real question, should she call Max, or wait till she can find a way to fix her fucked up body?