So this is my first story...ever. I hope you enjoy it. I'll try to stay on top of it and update fairly regularly as much as my real life will allow. You know how it goes with work and school. If you like the it, let me know in a review.
Prologue: No Lawman Could Bring Her In
Eventually, when the others had failed to bring her in, they'd sent the solider. Charlotte had seen some scary shit before, but nothing like him. She tried every trick she knew to throw him off her trail, but it was all in vain. He cornered her on an empty subway car. A mask and goggles covered his face, dehumanizing him more than his frightening metal arm. For a deranged moment, she wondered how far she'd have to push to get him to kill her. Surely dying would be better than going back. She forced those thoughts away, unsure if the desire to live was an act of defiance or cowardice. There would be time enough later to figure it out.
Charlotte had reached the end of the moving subway car, had moved to the corner and squeezed herself down between seats. It was a futile effort, but she wrapped her hands around the pieces of metal supporting the seats. He was going to have to work for it. Or that was what she had hoped anyway. That wicked arm of his ripped a set of seats away so quickly she didn't have time to let go and the torn, jagged metal sliced through her right palm. Her mind barely registered the pain before he was yanking her to her feet. Even knowing it was completely useless, she kicked and screamed and clawed at him. She succeeded only in knocking his goggles off.
Right before that heavy, metal fist of his connected with her face, she had the stupidest thought that his eyes were the color of a storm.