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Warning: This story contains violence, offensive language, and maybe some sex, so if you are not old enough to read this I would encourage you to stop right here.
Notes: Hmm, this is my first attempt at fan-fiction so please have mercy on me. Feedback would be rather nice; especially if you think I suck and need to improvement.
Thanks to Kaz, Jazz, and Crys, you guys are awesome.
Title: Bone Marrow
Author: Alesnik
Rating: R
PROLOGUE
She runs.
She runs barefoot inside the complex system of hallways. Staying close to the walls, using them and the smoke as cover to avoid being seen, but she cannot avoid the glass and rubble littering the ground. It digs cruelly into her skin. She knows she is badly hurt, and with each stride she leaves a trail of blood to be followed. And yet she forces herself to ignore the pain, because she knows if she does not that she will die here.
Tonight.
Her uniform is ripped, stained with sweat and blood. It shredded when she managed to get the inhibitor collar off. Her mutant power kicked in with a vengeance and bones started sprouting uncontrollably over her body. One of them in particular has torn through her uniform close to her left shoulder and she knows it is going to hurt to pull it out, but she accepts it knowing that she will probably need it to defend herself.
Soon.
Most of the agents are dead. She made sure of it, how could she allow them to live after the things they did to her. Bastards, she thought.
It took sheer cunning and ruthlessness to overpower them, one by one, and now she feels like she is dying. And perhaps she is, but she is not dead yet, so she will keep running towards the end of the maze, towards freedom. The loss of blood is keeping her in a daze, so she thinks of home, the tunnels, the Hill, and of Mikhail.
I must be mental to think of him at a moment like this, she thinks. Get your mind back on track girl! Escape. Survive. Until this moment she had not realized how weak she had allowed herself to become in her quest for beauty.
Never again, she swears to herself, if being considered ugly means she can be strong again then she will abandon her pursuit for the perfect body, the perfect curse.
Her name is Marrow and she will fulfill her destiny.
To lead Gene Nation.
To live freeā¦or die.
