CHAPTER 1
A young girl of thirteen sat at a computer. She was writing her story. Not the long, sad story of her actual life, but the life she wished she had led. It was her only escape from the harsh cold world of reality, which unbeknownst to her was about to get thrown upside-down. As she typed the story of her desired life, memories from her real one began to invade her, until then, happy thoughts.
She had never known her real parents. She was tossed from foster home to foster home until she was placed with a woman who was actually able to warm the girl's cold and neglected heart. Her name was Mrs. Church. Because of the girls "uniqueness", Mrs. Church decided it would be best if the girl was home schooled for she knew the child would never be accepted by society. You see, in this case "unique" doesn't just mean one of the girls eyes were blue and the other brown. No, no. This girl was very "unique" indeed. This girl had naturally turquoise hair, metallic blue eyes, webbed hands, and instead of feet she had flippers. Her odd looks however were not the only way she was "unique." She could do things that no other person on the planet could. Somehow, she could shoot water out of her hands with up to five times the force of a fire engine hose. Her skin also secreted a strange sticky substance that allowed her to stick to walls. The last thing that made her "unique" was that sometimes, when she was really scared or angry, she could make water do what she wanted. She had only made this happen once though and she did not wish to relive the circumstances under which she was forced to do so.
Despite the girl's "uniqueness" her years spent with Mrs. Church were the happiest years of her life. She was always eager to learn, always happy, and always reading. As soon as she finished a book Mrs. Church would laugh and say "Child, you can read books faster 'n I can buy 'em." This would always make the girl smile. She loved books and movies, especially books that had been turned into movies, and especially books and movies about people like her. Her favorite movie was X-men. She watched it so many times that she eventually wore out the DVD and had to buy a new one. She could relate to all of the characters. She knew what it was like to be hated and shunned by society. She knew all too well. You see, while her happiest days were spent with Mrs. Church, her scariest and saddest day was as well.
It was a Friday afternoon and Mrs. Church had just finished giving the girl her final lesson for the day or in this case for the week. They were about to go sit outside and enjoy the unusually warm spring weather when there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Church advised the girl to stay out of view and then went to answer it. When she opened the door she was alarmed to see two, rather large, armed men. "Can I help you?" she asked forcing her voice to remain as calm sounding as possible. "Yes. We're here for the girl you've been keeping here ma'am. She is dangerous and the government wants her under their security."
Mrs. Church was terrified now. She had to use every ounce of strength she had to keep her voice from trembling. "I assure you she is not dangerous and she is quite safe here with me."
"I'm sorry ma'am but that is not for us to determine and if you do not step aside we will be forced to take action." One of the men said in a cold and monotonous voice.
Well, Mrs. Church wasn't giving up without a fight. The girl was the one source of joy in her life. They would get the girl over her dead body.
"I am not letting you harm that child who by law is officially mine. Therefore you must have my consent before taking her anywhere!"
"Not in this case ma'am." came the monotonous voice once again. "Ma'am, this is your last warning. If you do not move we will be forced to shoot."
Mrs. Church knew what she had to do and she knew that unless some kind of miracle occurred, it would be the last choice she ever made in this world. She looked over her shoulder, took a deep breath and shouted "Run child! Run!" Mrs. Church tried to delay the men as they tried to get past her and to the girl. It was a futile effort however and it wasn't long before she was gunned down by the men.
Despite the searing pain in her abdomen and chest, Mrs. Church managed to keep her thoughts clear. She knew the girl would never leave unless she was with her so with all the strength she could she shouted one last message: "Run child please! If you love me, you'll run." Then she closed her eyes and let death carry her away.
The girl, who by now was blinded by terror, grief, and rage, was desperately trying to avoid the tranquilizer darts the men were shooting at her. They obviously wanted her alive. That's when she heard her guardian's final plea.
She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to run. She was caught in the moment and all she wanted at that particular moment was revenge; revenge on the men who had killed the closest thing she'd ever had to a mother. Something in her, though, told her to obey so reluctantly, she raced through the back door, being careful to avoid all darts. Once out in the yard she quickly scaled the fence and ran as fast as her legs would carry her.
The girl you just heard about had a name, it was Alix. But Alix is dead, she died with Mrs. Church. Pirate however is alive. Pirate is Alix's shadow; Pirate is who Alix became after the men killed her "mother." Pirate is a hero and this is her story.
After Pirate had run for about a mile she hid in an alleyway until she thought the government people would have left what used to be her house. She knew she had to go back to say her last goodbye.