Heart pounding, vigorously in her chest. Feet accelerating with every step. Her wavy brown hair moving around her face. The shimmering stars in the deep darkness glowing around her features.

She jumps, above the fence, an impossible height. It's way too high and big for a human to jump over it. But she and the others know best, they know everything.

None of them are even humans to begin with.

She hears the grass whistling behind her, hard stomps following her every movement.

She doesn't dare to look back, scared that the guards are running after her, following her, and ready to take her back into her prison.

She refuses to cooperate. She won't go, never, not anymore.

She'd rather die.

The wind hits her face, hard. Her bare feet gracing over the grass, hands moving widely, helping her push herself forward.

Heartbeat, knocking, hard, so hard. Beating, pounding. Moving so painfully against her chest as though wanting to jump out of her ribcage.

The air hitting her lungs, making it burn. And just taking a breath, every now and then, prickles her insides.

She runs towards the trees far ahead, faster, inhumanly fast. Serpentine around the stumps, bending when her eyes meet branches. Moving her face, right and left to escape the leaves.

Far ahead, through the thick darkness, and the vehemently light of the moon. Above every tree and every green natural surrounding, she meets the body of one of her kind. A strong female running just as fast. Jumping past the branches, above the trees. The light of the moon capturing her body as a whole, before landing back on the grass and running further.

She follows, strictly at the same path of the girl. Knowingly that the others are there too.

''Stop! Now!'' The sound is hard and thick. Revealing it's voice as one of the leaders.

She ignores it.

Running faster.

Her life and freedom depends on it.

''Hold still!'' But she still ignores the voice, dreading through the woods, and taking differently and crookedly paths to confuse them where she might be going. ''We will shoot!'' She knows they will.

But she isn't one to give up.

A swift bang reveals itself. The sound clicking in her ears.

She cups her head to the side, moving her face from the bullet coming towards her.

She hears steps. Harder, louder. Bullets forming lines, coursing their ways towards her.

She jumps, high. Bents, low. Moves, right and left, managing to dodge every metallic deadly object that wants to haunt her or scar her for life.

It's so dark, the trees seem like ghosts mesmerizing the world. The grass feels so wet between her toes. The air seems so, real, above everything else she has experienced. It finally, after all this time, feels like she's indeed, alive.

It feels so good.

Her eyes meet her ending, where the others have presumably landed. She knows, if she jumps over the cliff, that she will be free from their claws, and free from everything that will come between her and her freedom. It takes a risk to get to your destination.

It's hard and dangerous, it's glass and it's standing right in front of her. She knows that going through the pointy objects will hurt her and make her bleed. It will forever stay locked within her mind. Only amnesia can take it away. But if she doesn't go through it, never risking a chance. She will never be free.

She wants to be free.

''Hold still Rachel.'' Her legs are tired. Her restrain wants to fade. ''This is where it stops!'' He screams, shouting. At the top of his lungs. Birds flying from the trees, scared of the sound. And she stops, right in front of the cliff. Turning her head, slowly, gently. ''We can make you happy.''

Her eyes are tired, she hasn't slept in day's, weeks, months. ''If you jump, we will still find you.'' He pauses, eyes black. Just like the midnight sky. ''All of you.''

She knows this. They may never give up searching for them.

But she doesn't seem to care anymore.

Rachel's this close at getting her freedom. A minuscule point.

One of the guards walks forward, gun in one hand, others appearing from the leaders back, standing there. Threateningly. Dangerously.

He aims the gun at her.

''Come with us. Be the worlds first hero.'' He puts emphasize on the word hero. As though he thinks that she really wants to be someone special and risk her life for others. And at first she did want that. More then anything. But not like this. Not how he is doing it. ''We can do without the others, if we have you.''

This is not worth it. The pain isn't worth it. Being taking away from your family for years isn't worth it. Never seeing the world up close, the flowers, trees, leaves, feeling the air, the grass between your toes.

She moves her toes just a bit to feel the moist wetness of the grass.

This is worth it.

''I'm. Not. A. Machine.'' It's all that she needs to say, before turning around fully. Eyes at the cliff, looking down.

And then she jumps.

Hearing the shot of a gun as the safety ground beneath her becomes air.