I don't know how long I've been sitting here. Two minutes? Ten? An hour? I've never owned a watch, and the only things I have are my ring and these blood soaked clothes. I don't even know where I am for goodness sake. They must have flown me here by shuttle, by the looks of it. There's nothing for miles. After I stormed away from the crowd of people who obviously live here, I walked around for a while. I found a lake behind some trees, the only spot that looked like no one would bother me. The water flows quietly in front of me. It's not a huge lake, but it's reasonably big.

I pretty much remember everything from when I was human. I still have my memories and these markings, so not much has changed about me. Well, besides the whole Rebooting thing.

The Rebooting I didn't like. I remember feeling like someone was stabbing me in the chest when I woke up. Then I turned my head and a dead child was next to me. I don't know why but I didn't scream, and I wasn't panicked. I remember that. I was mostly confused and angry. I was in a tent in the middle of nowhere, without my ring and a dead boy lying next to me. It made me sad the way they just put him there. They didn't cover him with a sheet or something nor close his eyes, so I did. It's the least he deserved.

No one was around when I walked out of the tent, I could only hear laughter from a distance away. So I followed it and found probably over a hundred people milling around a fire, eating food. They saw me coming and they stopped chewing, it almost made me laugh. I was a seventeen year old girl, turned Reboot and I scared the crap out of them. I was angry, don't get me wrong but it wasn't like I was going to jump at them.

I heard something crack behind me. I swear if it's that guy who timed my death, I will punch him. I'm not in the mood for this now. I turn to see who it is when I glimpse blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Hey," said the girl. She looks slightly awkward, like she doesn't know what to say to me. "Um.. can I?" She points to the space next to me.

"Sure."

"Here, I brought you some stuff I thought you might need," she said as the sits beside me, putting a towel, t-shirt and a pair of black trousers next to me.

"They have really good showers back at the reservation, I'll show them to you," she smiles slightly. "Here, this is for the bullet wounds um.. If they haven't um.. healed right," she said as she hands me a medical kit. How did she..? Well they haven't, so I guess I'll be needing that.

"Thanks," I smile at her.

"Oh, um.. I'm Wren. One-seventy-eight."

I stare at her blankly for a long time. She never broke, she only did the same back. After a while I feel my face brake into a wide smile. One-seventy-eight, huh?

"You're real," I chuckle.

"Um.. Yeah?" She answered, confused.

"You look a lot different to what I imagined," I tell her.

"Really? How so?" She asks.

"Well, the way humans describe you I would have thought you were six foot eight, sharp teeth, big hands and long nails with black eyes."

I like her bright blue eyes, but they always said she was heartless. She felt nothing and her eyes were just holes. You couldn't reason with the almighty One-sixtey-eight, they said.

"Oh," Wren said, looking away.

She looks like I just punched her in the face. I hurt her. They always said that higher numbers couldn't feel anything. They are empty, they said. I never thought it was true. Even if you were a Reboot, they were still alive. Walking, running, fighting for their life like us. Well, them I guess now. I'm a Reboot, I have to remember that. But I still feel pain, sadness, anger. So does Wren.

"Hey," I say getting her attention. "You should know, it's not you that frighten them," I tell her. Her eyes are wide, like she doesn't believe me. "It's what HARC have told you to do that scares them. I know it may not seem like that now but, I guess Reboots are an image that they were taught to fear or anger," I look away from her blank face. It's true. Reboots and human's lived side by side twenty years ago, why not now. HARC control us. Reboots, humans, everyone. Reboots are at HARC's disposal.

"Life is a dangerous thing, that's the truth of it," I say after a moment of silence. "I don't believe what they say. Higher numbered Reboots, I mean," I turn to her. "Heartless, they say. Incapable of emotion," I smile. "I feel anger, white hot rage. Sadness, sympathy and happiness I suppose. We can't be empty shells."

Her blank expression is making me uncomfortable. I don't know what she's thinking, and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

After a moment she smiles at me. She suddenly stands up and offers me her hand. I look at it for a second before taking it. I grab the things she brought me and we walk through the trees.

"I'm Seraphine," I say when the reservation comes to view. I know she already knows my name, but I at least wanted to introduce myself.

She glances at me with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Seraphine."

She takes me to the showers and I take a the quickest one I possibly could. I stich up my chest and notice that the scars I got as a human are still on my body. The one on my leg when I got shot a couple years ago is still with me, and the one on my arm when I got stabbed. I really wish those would have gone, I don't like those memories.

I dress quickly. The clothes Wren gave me were actually alright. The trousers were a little tight but fine, and the dark blue t-shirt was a good fit but it has short sleeves. Everyone can see the long scar on my right arm, along with the markings on my wrists and both collarbones. I don't really care if they look at them, it's who I am.

I tug on my black boots and walk out of the showers to Wren, who's actually waiting for me.

"Come on, you must be hungry. There might be some food left over," I don't really feel like eating but I don't tell her.

I move the hair from my face and put it to one side before we get to the fire, so they can actually look at my face this time. There are a few less then last time. No ones laughing anymore. Some are eating, others chatting. They see me and Wren walk side by side and most turn to look. I'm not that much taller then her, I notice. Like four inches.

"There's some bread and meat, if you want some?" She asks.

"Sure. Thanks," I say as she hands me a plate.

She leads me to one of the logs by the fire. Two girls and a boy sat there. She sits in front of them as she motions for me to sit by her, which I do.

"I'm Callum," the boy said with a warm smile. "And this is Addie and Beth," he points to the two next to him. I give them a smile.

"Seraphine."

The girl named Beth looks at me with sympathy in her eyes and the other looks nervous.

I pick at my bread, eating pieces at a time. This is awkward.

"You seem better now," Callum said after a while, a smile on his face.

"I guess I'm alright, for now," I smile back. "Thank you." Addie's eyes suddenly turned worried and she starts to look more nervous.

"Don't worry," I tell her. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She stops and looks apologetically towards me.

"Sorry," she said. "It's just.. How? It's so confusing," her face puzzled. I'm guessing she's talking about my number.

"I don't know," I tell her honestly. "That guy probably read it upside down," I smile. They all laugh. A little too much.

"His name's Micah, he runs this place. And the guy next to him was Riley," Wren explains.

We all talk for a while. About they're numbers and what facility they came from and they asked me some questions. I like them, and Addie doesn't look nervous anymore. So I would say it's going pretty good.

I managed to eat about half my food before I get full. I've never really been a big eater anyways. I excuse myself from the group and thank Wren, I say goodnight to everyone else and dump my plate with the rest.

I look at the stars every night, a reminder that I'm out here and not in there. They're pretty anyway. A good view, although having all these Reboots around me is quite distracting. The wooden gates are straight ahead with two Reboots guarding them. Open landscape behind the tall men.

As I start walking toward them, one signal's the other and they both straighten they're backs. I intended to walk past them, although it didn't go to plan. The shorter Reboot stood tall and told me I couldn't leave the reservation.

I only tilted my head and smirked.

"Why? I have no where to go anyways." There must be miles of dry and deserted ground. I may have been dead a long time but I won't be going anywhere.

They only glance at each other, lost. Not knowing what to say or do next.

"Look, if Micah has a problem with me being 10 foot outside of these wooden gates then he can come and get me himself. How's that?" I tell them both. They said nothing and facial expressions were blank.

"Great," I give them a smile and brush past them.

I walked straight ahead and stopped when I couldn't here the clatter of the reservation and crossed my lags over each other on the dusty ground.

I watched the delicate twinkle of the stars in peace for as long as I possibly could. Before the inevitable happened, I got interrupted.

"Can I sit here?"

I turn to see a tall guy with blonde hair that ends just above his shoulders. Wren had pointed him out for me; Riley.

"Sure," I say, turning back to the stars.

He doesn't seem at all uncomfortable or intimated by the minutes I was dead for. On the contrary, he takes a seat awfully close to me. He doesn't seem too old, he can't be much older then me. Nineteen, twenty, maybe. His eyes are unmistakably a Reboots. Too bright to be human. He's fairly taller then me, has quite a built body too.

"We're training tomorrow, you should join. We can teach you how to fight," he offers.

"How do you know I don't already know how to fight?" I turn to him.

He opens his mouth, then quickly shuts it. I got him. It makes me smile, something I haven't done for a while now.

"You underestimate me," I smirk. "How knows, I'm probably better then you."

His eyes become wide and playful. "Would you like to bet on that?"

"Do we even have anything to bet?" I point out.

"If I win, you owe me a dance," he says without a thought.

"A dance?" I laugh. "Does that even exist anymore?" I don't remember the last time I'd seen anyone dance. I honestly don't think I ever have. If he wins, I won't even know what to do.

"Is that a deal?" He smiles down at me.

"What if I win?" I ask, playfully.

"Then you'll have the privilege of dancing with me," he smirks.

Was this guy deliberately trying to be this way with me?

"Are you always like this?" Not actually joking, genially wanting to know if he's this way, everyday. Even though the world are trying to kill Reboots, he's so free willed. Something I didn't expect in a Reboot.

"Not as much as I'd like to be."

There was a slight silence for a moment. We only looked at each other, trying to figure out what's going through his brain.

"Okay, deal." His smile only became wider.