IMPORTANT
Before you start reading, please know that I don't know if people will like this story, so I don't
know if I should make it a chapter story or leave it just as it is now.
Originally this was suppose to be chapter 1, but we'll see what people say. So READ and REVIEW!
E V A
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A dark blond women wearing a pair of navy sweatpants and a white long sleeve t-shirt underneath a black
vest was running through the streets of Vancouver in the early morning. The neighborhood she was running
in was filled with picturesque mansions with sidewalks that were not littered with cigarettes and needles.
It was here where the woman chose to come every morning and for miles and miles she would run, with her
hair loose behind her flying behind her as if trying to catch up to her while her legs took her farther
and farther away from where we are standing..... she ran so far that her figure was no longer distinguishable.
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Eva's POV
Nothing could ever change what I have gone through in the last 10 years. We were basically thrown
into a whirlwind society in which we did not understand...... or should I say, I don't understand.
I haven't seen my sisters nor brothers for the last 10 years since the escape.
The last time I saw them was when I was shot. They thought I was dead but they underestimated my
strength, they should've known that I can not be easily brought down considering I was one of the
strongest among us.
I was shot, that much was true.... I was unconcious for half a day or so, I presume, but when I awoke,
I heard voices talking, it was all incromprehensible blanter in the daze that I was in... my head hurt,
my arms hurt, my legs hurt, hell my whole body felt like it was on fire and ice at the same time. Than
someone who was no doubt one of the workers in the staff at Manticore came over to me, I closed my eyes
and held my breath. The Manticore worker felt for my pulse, and told the others (4, I presume) that I was
dead. I knew the worker could feel my pulse, because it was thumping like crazy.... but I guess he felt pity
for me and decided to let me go.
That night they were talking about harvesting my organs or burning my corpse so that no other government can
get their 'dirty claws' on what was rightfully Manticore's. The 'team' of people who had decided on my already
presumed fate chose to burn my body.
I ran away that very night....
I sighed, and brushed my fingers through my dirty blonde hair. Why was I always thinking about the past
when the only thing I had to worry about was my future? It wasn't like Manticore was looking for me, they
presumed me to be dead, and that greatly benifitted me throughout the years that I had left Manticore.
Manticore was dead to me. It was nothing but a bad nightmare. Every single trace that I had ever been
at Manticore was gone, including my bar-code... I had it surgically removed via laser, thank god for
the advancement in laser technology before the Pulse hit. It took me nearly a year to find someone who
still familiar with this technology and was willing to peform it on me. It had hurt so bad, but I
withheld from screaming my lungs out.
At the time, I could tell the doctor was very impressed with how I could surpress pain, but in order for
me to ignore the doctor's questions that were soon to follow, I told him that I had taken a drug before I
came to have it done. Did I mention I was 7 back than? If I hadn't offered the doctor a nice 6 figure
number than he would've never agreed to it. He said quote "It is highly experimental and not suited for
adults neverless children." I ignored him like the little girl I was and told him straight off that I didn't
care and that if he refused to peform it on me than I'll bring the 6 figure number to someone else who will.
That got his attention. And so I got my barcode off. He asked no questions, which I was thankful of. He died
a quick death. Not by me, of course. Turns out he was wanted in 10 different states for bouncing off checks...
big figures, 798 million I heard. He appeared to have 'committed suicide'. Ha... yeah right, the government
probably offed his head when the heard about all the money that he stole from them, from right under their noses.
Poor guy, but it was a relief at the same time. What if he had talked about a girl with a barcode on her
neck who payed to have it taken off permanently? The answer was obvious. I would have had Lydecker hot on my
trail, like he probably was already with my siblings...... Jondy, Zach, Max, Zane, Krit, etc, the whole lot of them.
I often wondered about the lives they lead right now or if they have any at all. I was sure at least 12 of
them had made it out because I heard one of the voices talking that night that I pretended to be dead. If
they got caught and were returned to Manticore, I am pretty sure they would have no life right now. What
is the sense of being alive without being TRULY alive?
To live is the whole experience of being 'alive'. It is a whole mixture of emotions and choices as well as
freedom in some cases. It is like it's all swirled up into a spiral and it was the whole makeup of my body.
I felt this feeling everyday in early mornings after my 2 hour sleep. Thump, thump, thump.... everytime my heart
pumps blood through my veins in that familiar rythm.
There is no better feeling than that, I could go as far as to say it was better than sex. Sex was just
this uncontrollable desire to be fulfilled that can usually be surpressed by the easies thing.... like
hearing your mate fart.... which is something I don't want to get into, it's just human biology. Life,
unlike sex is not just a desire for the predictable, it is a desire to feel, to cry, to eat, to laugh...
to do anything you want within our planet's atmosphere.
Now, as I hear the familiar thumping of my pulse throughout my body....
Once again, it gives me this unrealistic desire to live, and it is what I have done.
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The next chapters will be eventful since this first chapter served as a intoduction into Eva's life...
Before you start reading, please know that I don't know if people will like this story, so I don't
know if I should make it a chapter story or leave it just as it is now.
Originally this was suppose to be chapter 1, but we'll see what people say. So READ and REVIEW!
E V A
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A dark blond women wearing a pair of navy sweatpants and a white long sleeve t-shirt underneath a black
vest was running through the streets of Vancouver in the early morning. The neighborhood she was running
in was filled with picturesque mansions with sidewalks that were not littered with cigarettes and needles.
It was here where the woman chose to come every morning and for miles and miles she would run, with her
hair loose behind her flying behind her as if trying to catch up to her while her legs took her farther
and farther away from where we are standing..... she ran so far that her figure was no longer distinguishable.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eva's POV
Nothing could ever change what I have gone through in the last 10 years. We were basically thrown
into a whirlwind society in which we did not understand...... or should I say, I don't understand.
I haven't seen my sisters nor brothers for the last 10 years since the escape.
The last time I saw them was when I was shot. They thought I was dead but they underestimated my
strength, they should've known that I can not be easily brought down considering I was one of the
strongest among us.
I was shot, that much was true.... I was unconcious for half a day or so, I presume, but when I awoke,
I heard voices talking, it was all incromprehensible blanter in the daze that I was in... my head hurt,
my arms hurt, my legs hurt, hell my whole body felt like it was on fire and ice at the same time. Than
someone who was no doubt one of the workers in the staff at Manticore came over to me, I closed my eyes
and held my breath. The Manticore worker felt for my pulse, and told the others (4, I presume) that I was
dead. I knew the worker could feel my pulse, because it was thumping like crazy.... but I guess he felt pity
for me and decided to let me go.
That night they were talking about harvesting my organs or burning my corpse so that no other government can
get their 'dirty claws' on what was rightfully Manticore's. The 'team' of people who had decided on my already
presumed fate chose to burn my body.
I ran away that very night....
I sighed, and brushed my fingers through my dirty blonde hair. Why was I always thinking about the past
when the only thing I had to worry about was my future? It wasn't like Manticore was looking for me, they
presumed me to be dead, and that greatly benifitted me throughout the years that I had left Manticore.
Manticore was dead to me. It was nothing but a bad nightmare. Every single trace that I had ever been
at Manticore was gone, including my bar-code... I had it surgically removed via laser, thank god for
the advancement in laser technology before the Pulse hit. It took me nearly a year to find someone who
still familiar with this technology and was willing to peform it on me. It had hurt so bad, but I
withheld from screaming my lungs out.
At the time, I could tell the doctor was very impressed with how I could surpress pain, but in order for
me to ignore the doctor's questions that were soon to follow, I told him that I had taken a drug before I
came to have it done. Did I mention I was 7 back than? If I hadn't offered the doctor a nice 6 figure
number than he would've never agreed to it. He said quote "It is highly experimental and not suited for
adults neverless children." I ignored him like the little girl I was and told him straight off that I didn't
care and that if he refused to peform it on me than I'll bring the 6 figure number to someone else who will.
That got his attention. And so I got my barcode off. He asked no questions, which I was thankful of. He died
a quick death. Not by me, of course. Turns out he was wanted in 10 different states for bouncing off checks...
big figures, 798 million I heard. He appeared to have 'committed suicide'. Ha... yeah right, the government
probably offed his head when the heard about all the money that he stole from them, from right under their noses.
Poor guy, but it was a relief at the same time. What if he had talked about a girl with a barcode on her
neck who payed to have it taken off permanently? The answer was obvious. I would have had Lydecker hot on my
trail, like he probably was already with my siblings...... Jondy, Zach, Max, Zane, Krit, etc, the whole lot of them.
I often wondered about the lives they lead right now or if they have any at all. I was sure at least 12 of
them had made it out because I heard one of the voices talking that night that I pretended to be dead. If
they got caught and were returned to Manticore, I am pretty sure they would have no life right now. What
is the sense of being alive without being TRULY alive?
To live is the whole experience of being 'alive'. It is a whole mixture of emotions and choices as well as
freedom in some cases. It is like it's all swirled up into a spiral and it was the whole makeup of my body.
I felt this feeling everyday in early mornings after my 2 hour sleep. Thump, thump, thump.... everytime my heart
pumps blood through my veins in that familiar rythm.
There is no better feeling than that, I could go as far as to say it was better than sex. Sex was just
this uncontrollable desire to be fulfilled that can usually be surpressed by the easies thing.... like
hearing your mate fart.... which is something I don't want to get into, it's just human biology. Life,
unlike sex is not just a desire for the predictable, it is a desire to feel, to cry, to eat, to laugh...
to do anything you want within our planet's atmosphere.
Now, as I hear the familiar thumping of my pulse throughout my body....
Once again, it gives me this unrealistic desire to live, and it is what I have done.
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The next chapters will be eventful since this first chapter served as a intoduction into Eva's life...
