Author's note: I do not own Mirror's Edge, it belongs to DICE and EA and only DICE and EA. Written by Ali Cole. Edited by Liana Fowler.
THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW PRIOR TO READING THIS: In the Mirror's Edge comic book (if you havent read it) Libertas is the group that Abe Connors (Faith's Dad) started to protest the government. Also, I made Faith 14 because if you do the math, she 24 in the game, and if you listen in the elevator in The Shard it mentions that it was built in 2012. Well, we can assume that in 2012 she was about 16 (from one of the trailers). My first fanfic so I hope you guys like it. ENJOY!!!
Chapter 1: The Beginning.
I was standing on top of The Shard, with Kate, relieved that she's alive… when I suddenly think about reality. "How are we going to get out of here?" I think to myself. "What are we going to do, Kate can't run like I can?!" and then I remembered. Merc. He was gone. The man who was a father figure to me; as far as I knew… was dead. I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek when I remembered the beginning.
. . . .
(Flashes back) June 2, 2010.
"You're having another drink?!" I said staring at my father in disbelief.
"Relax Faith, I'll be fine. It's just a little bit of wine. You know that." he slurred.
"You know, Dad, we know that you are upset about Mom's death, and so are Kate and I, but that doesn't mean you have to blame yourself and let it result to this!" I screamed at him.
"Faith, this was all my fault, if we never would have participated in those riots, and if I would have given up on Libertas, your mother would still be alive!" Dad cried taking a large swig from his glass.
"Well Dad, people die all of the time standing up for what they believe in, so I think instead of sitting here feeling sorry for yourself, you should get your ass up and finish what Mom started, and save this city!" I glared.
"Faith, I can do whatever the hell I want!"
"Goddammit, Dad, be a freaking man for once in your life!" I said throwing a picture frame at my dad.
I was so angry. Why did this have to happen to me? Mom's dead, Dad's an alcoholic, and I feel as if my life is over. I ran to my room and slammed the door. I put my elbows on the dresser and sobbed; that's all I could do was sob.
I slowly raised my face to look at myself in the mirror, and looked at my facial features. I had a slender face with a small nose. I had eyes that were narrow and slanted, for I was Eurasian, even though I looked fully Asian. My iris' seemed to match the color of my pupils. My lips were rather large, yet not proportional. The top lip was slightly larger than the bottom one. I had hair that emphasized the slenderness of my face. It was about chin length with bangs that were just above my thin eyebrows. It was naturally straight and didn't require a lot of work, it was beautiful in my opinion.
Suddenly, I came back to reality and another wave of anger ran over me. The mixed rush of adrenaline and anger made me push my fist through the mirror.
Glass shards flew everywhere, and then I felt a cool liquid running down my hand. I examined my knuckles and discovered deep cuts in the placed where I had hit the glass, but it felt good venting my anger. It was almost euphoric. The feeling of the pain.
I knelt down to pick up a glass shard and then had a thought of cutting myself with the Mirror's Edge, but then Kate interrupted.
"Faith! What did you do?! Why did you break the mirror?! Oh God! You're bleeding! Let me go and wrap that up. I-I'll be right back, just wait here!" Kate said frantically.
While I was waiting I plopped down on the bed, looking outside at the pouring rain. Kate came back in, first aid kit in hand.
"Faith, why did you do that? You know Dad's going to be pissed!"
"It felt good, Kate, venting my anger."
"Yeah, that's such a great reason. Faith, things are going to get better eventually."
"Yeah, eventually."
Kate finished wrapping the gauze on my hand, and we both fell silent.
Later that night, Kate quickly fell asleep, whereas I couldn't. I looked out towards our balcony and watched the rain hit the railing. Then I thought to myself, "I shouldn't be living like this, I'm worth way more. I'm 14, I can take care of myself." I was going to do it. I was going to run away.
I quickly got up and got dressed, packing a bag of necessities . I need money though, lots of money. So I snuck into my father's room and I found $930.55, but I knew it wouldn't last long. I quietly walked back to my room. I opened the door to the balcony, but then I glanced at Kate sleeping soundly. "I have to leave a note." I thought.
"Dear Kate,
I can't do this anymore, and I want you to understand that this is not your fault. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to do. But I thought the least I could do was say goodbye. Just remember, I love you.
-Faith."
Placing the note on my bed, I opened the door to the balcony and stood in the rain. I took one last glance at a dormant Kate and shut the balcony door behind me. I didn't know how to get down except for attempting to drop down to each apartment's balcony until I reached the ground. Unfortunately, that was even more difficult with the rain causing the metal of each balcony to be slippery, but it was worth a try.
I held onto the ledge on the balcony and stepped over it. The sudden pull of gravity surprised me, and made my heart leap. With my feet dangling in the air I swung them forward and let go of my hands, dropping down to the next level's balcony. I let out a sigh of relief and then continued down each level until I landed on the ground.
I was free, free from rules, home, drama... free from the world.
. . . .
November 12, 2010
Month's passed and so did $930.55. I have been showering at the local gym, that's if I don't get caught without a membership card. Right now, my stomach is growling and let's just say that being on the verge of starvation and not having any money is a miserable combination.
Walking down past the street in the darkness, I pass by an alley and see a one story building with an AC vent on top. But what confused me was that there was a light coming from the vents. It just struck my curiosity. I grabbed onto the ledge of the building and managed to pull myself up. Then I got closer to the AC cooler and saw… a couch?
How do I get in there? There was no door, but there had to be an entrance. I had an idea, maybe it's on top. So I struggled once again to climb onto the AC unit and discovered a moveable circular port. Slowly moving the port I carefully dropped into the unit, worried it would be tough on my knees, but I was used to it since I ran away from home.
Someone lived here, I couldn't believe it. There was a red couch with a small coffee table near it. In the center of the room there were three different computers. With an image of what seemed to be coordinates, but I wasn't sure. There was also a desk that I thought might have some cash in it. (I had a good eye for money storage.) I picked up a flashlight that was nearby and went towards the desk. There was a messenger bag on the desk that was yellow and black. I opened the bag only to find some documents that I couldn't care less about. I searched through the desk finding cash in envelopes, when I heard a cough behind me.
I reluctantly turned around to find a tall, very muscular man staring at me. He had a buzz cut and a long face. His creamy, light brown eyes were both confused and intimidating.
I didn't know what to do, I couldn't run, all I did was what first came to mind, and threw the flashlight at him. He ducked and missed it. I ran up to him and tried to fight him. He blocked every punch without a sweat. What was I thinking? With simply one swift move of the hand, he knocked me down.
I lay there, trying to catch my breath, just looking at him, when he holds out a helping hand. I don't know why, but I took it. He could pick me up and throw me if he wanted to, but something made me trust him.
….
November 12, 2010
Abraham Connors examined the broken picture frame, the one that Faith had thrown at him just months earlier, which he had never fixed. He studied his family member's smiling faces; Kate, Faith, his once alive wife Erika, and himself all smiling, looking blissful. But the picture now, represents it much better than before… broken… that's exactly what his family is… broken.
….
November 12, 2010
"What's your name, kid?" The man questioned.
"Faith Connors."
"My name's Mercury Angel, but you can call me Merc."
His voice was deep, but not scary. In fact, it was sort of soothing, but I'm not quite sure why.
"How old are you, Faith?"
"14."
At this point, he retrieved a mug from a cupboard, and began to pour coffee into the mug.
"So what's your story, kid?" he asked turning to face me.
"My story?"
"Sure, everyone's got one. Even I do." he said smiling. "Cream and sugar?"
"Oh, yes please."
I watched him grab a creamer container from the fridge, and poured some of the contents into the mug, followed by a couple small spoonfuls of sugar, followed by the sound of the spoon moving around the inner circumference of the mug.
"Well, do you remember the November riots?" I asked.
"Sadly, yes, yes I do." he replied staring intently in the direction he was facing.
"My parents used to take me and my sister, Kate, to them; I never understood what it meant though. One day, she… umm… was killed." I didn't want to go into a lot of detail simply for the fact that I didn't want to cry in front of someone I just met. "Then, my family fell apart. My dad became an alcoholic, tearing my family apart, so I left home."
"Damn, were you two close?" Merc asked.
"Yeah, we really were."
"That's got to be tough, I'm really sorry. Here, drink up, it's cold outside." he said setting the coffee mug in front of me.
"Thanks."
There was silence for a while, as I slowly sipped my coffee, Merc was standing there, looking as if he were in deep thought. When he finally spoke, breaking the silence.
"You got a place to stay, kiddo?"
"Uhh… yeah, I'm staying with a friend." I lied not wanting to obligate him.
Silence again.
"You ever heard of a Runner, Faith?"
"They're the people who transport data illegally, right?"
"It wasn't illegal at one time, but yes."
"What about them?"
"Faith, how would you like it if I trained you to be one?" he asked.
This would honor my parents, what they lived for. Trying to save this city. I could be free. I could rebel, fight back, and most of all… live.
So I accepted.
Chapter 2 should be up sooner than you know it! I'm still handwriting it! (Gives me something to do at school.)