A/N Hi! This is my third fanfic but my first for this fandom so I really hope you like it even though I'm nowhere near as good as Stephenie Meyer. Please read, review, PM me, favourite and follow! I will thank everyone who does so.

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Disclaimer - All character aside from Saoirse Brawler belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer

Prologue

RUN!

That's what my brain's telling me but not what my legs are doing. No, I'm foolishly standing completely still when there are a ton of Seekers after me, hunting me down right now. Yet here I stand perfectly still in clear sight where they could easily find me at any moment. But they haven't found you yet! Maybe there's- no there is no chance. God! Now I'm arguing with myself. Maybe that's what it'll be like to have a soul in my head…that's if I am strong enough to be uncooperative like Mel. I made a big mistake here. I should have never left the caves. I shouldn't have left my safety. In that moment, I knew it was pointless to even try, for it was clear I'd become a soul soon enough and then lead a round of Seekers to everyone I've ever loved one. Nice one Stryder! I thought it'd be safe; I was sure.

RUN!

This time my legs listened and I fled right through the factory floor. This time round there's no Mel which means no distraction thus I am not going to survive this thing. Should I end my life on my own terms? DO IT! It would save them. But they might be able to fix me. If they repaired my body then I'd still be their weapon and I'd have gone down without a fight…that's not what Stryders do. What's the point in morals when I'm in this position? I hear a sound round the corner I was heading for so I pause a minute to be sure it's clear. Nope not clear. The sound of a person- well actually a soul- is quite a clear one but I'm close to positive it's just one. Then again, I being almost positive is what got me in this mess. Could I take one of them? If it wasn't a Seeker then I'd say yes, but it is. Does that mean no? I'm not going to risk it. I hear someone stumble and I am shaking with terror now. These things really have me on my toes right now, so much so that even the smallest sounds have me holding back a scream.

"Pull yourself together." I hear someone hiss. Yep, definitely not taking this one on. Maybe I should hide but I suppose they already know I'm here now. Why did I come here in the first place? What was there to prove? I should have stayed put. How could I fall into such a mess? Too late now though. Oh god they're coming this way and quickly at that. I run back to where I was only to find it swarming with Seekers. Ok not that way. Left.

Come on Jamie! RUN!

I did exactly that. I ran like I was running from everything that'd just happened and towards the future I thought I'd get. It's odd but I swear everything was in slow motion when I rounded the corner. A deafening silence rippled through the air and I was met with three pairs of silver eyes. When I try to turn around and run, I am met with four more. How am I going to get out of this one? It's the million pound question, the one that no one knows especially me. They're closing in on me and I begin to feel slightly claustrophobic. All six are closing in on me but there's one that catches my eye and it's not because she's a pretty girl. No, she's significantly younger than the others there in fact I think she's even younger than me but only by a little bit. If we weren't in this situation then I'd probably be making my move. Is this really what you need to be thinking about right when you're going to die? Her silver eyes lock with mine for a moment and it's like they're trying to talk to me but I just can't hear them. Maybe I'm just loopy.

I swing at one of the Seekers but they manage to dodge it. So I swing at another, but again I miss. Of all the days I could be totally off my game, this is not the day. I try and push them and kick them but they're too much. They're closing in around me and I feel like I'm in a cage being prepped for my slaughter.

"Please." One steps forward and pleads with me, "We won't hurt you."

Won't hurt me? Then why is the young one slowly pulling a gun from her belt? I start to panic and I feel my eyes go big at the thought of what's coming. But why would she want to shoot me instead of making me a-? My thoughts are cut off by the sound of a gunshot. I close my eyes and when I open them I expect to find myself bleeding but I'm not. I look over to her and the gun isn't pointed at me. It's facing a Seeker whose foot is pouring with blood and crying on the floor in agony. I'm stunned for a moment. When I meet her gaze I'm taken back with the green eyes I meet. I'm sure they'd been silver only a moment ago but maybe I'd just made an assumption. She points the gun at another's foot and pulls the trigger then at another's shoulder. More Seekers pile into the room with us and I'm still standing watching her in awe. She shoots most of them but begins fighting with others. The focus is no longer on me, so I could easily escape but I don't.

"RUN!"

This time it's not my thoughts telling me to run but it's her. At first I don't listen for how can I leave her in this position? Then again, she seems to be doing well on her own.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE RUN!"

I listen. Goading my rusty limbs forward I start to take up speed as I sprint through the once abandoned ruins of a factory. Faint sounds of gunshots can be heard in the background but I have barely a doubt that it's her gun firing them. As I finally arrive outside, I pause for a brief moment and look back upon the building. One thought races through my mind before I make my way to safety of the caves and Melanie's wrath.

Who was she?

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