I wasn't one to sit quietly and wait for my sentence so I paced and thought. My bag! I opened it and looked through it. Black and blue hair dyes black and blue nailpolish my black Smith and Wesson knife two notebooks a pen and a pencil color contacts solution a paperclip deoderant toothbrush toothpaste a change of clothes my pajamas and hair ties. I took off my shoes and put them in my bag. I unbent the paperclip not the ideal lockpick but it would have to do I took the knife too and walked silently to the door with my bag slung over my shoulder. I was very happy right now that I didn't like followind the rules. In my short eighteen years of life I had discovered early on that rules are made to be broken and since laws are rules... Well you get the point . It took me barely a minute to pick the lock I peeked out the door there was only one guard. I quickly put my favorte knife to good use I stabbed him in the neck making sure that he couldn't make a sound as blood dripped down my hand.
I grinned at how easy this was now you might think that its rather creepy that I just smiled after killing someone without any regret. But this isn't my first kill. I ran through the hallways silently I saw everywhere that I went that it was beautiful and obviously hand painted it looked like a temple. I ran through it quickly not a single guard was there where were they? The whore house? I looked out the enterence of the temple no guards there either only townsfolk.I ran through the sea of people not caring who saw me I soon made it throught the bustling town and to the city gate. I ran into the unknown, into the desert.
Water was my first priority without it in this heat I would never survive. I pulled a hair tie out of my bag and did a quick messy ponytail I removed my sweaty and torn jeans and put on my mini shorts that were my pajamas. Night soon fell onto the blazing hot desert bringing a sweet cool air. Everything looked different in the dark there was tiny lottle animal that were now out because they could now avoid the heat. I either needed a cactus or an oasis they both had water right?
It had been really good luck that it had already been pretty far in the day when I escaped because if it had been early morning I would have already been a dried up corpse in the desert. I would not be able to survive tommorrow without water so I kept walking glad for the cool relief from the shadows barely a few hours and my skin was already badly sunburned my lips were chapped and I felt parched. I heard hooves behind me that steps were muffled by the sand.
On top of the horse was a young and very handsome man. He had dark tan skin and two different colored eyes what was that called again? A very sexy six pack to top it off he was like the worlds hottest man but he wasn't my type. Not interested... I wonder what color his hair is? Oh my gosh stop that you moronic voice in my head 'come one Brianna you want to know too' honestly the voice was right and I did but it didn't really matter he wouldn't know what I was saying.
He began speaking in a strange language and I said in english "I don't understand" before he finished so he wouldn't waste his breath. He stopped speaking then and looked at me strangely and grabbed a strand of my hair a blue strand to be exact. He said something and it sounded like a question. I tightened the rubber bracelet on my wrist out of habit 'they aren't here you know' said one of the voices in my head. I almost laughed sadly at my own stupidity of course they weren't here, they hadn't been anywhere in to long. He walked around me but stopped when he was behind me and gasped. What? Oh the scar on my neck that would suprise anyone. He traced it didn't he know that it was rude not to mention annoying to do that?
I spun around caught his hand and flipped him over "don't touch me" I growled in the universal tone for "touch me and die" he looked surprised oh right haha I was in the bronze age from the look of the weapons. Here they still thought that women were weak stupid and incapable of strength. I grinned at the stupid misconception well actually it was more like baring my teeth but whatever. He stared up in shock then he stood up looking rather annoyed and the cloth on his head was knocked off his hair was a pretty blonde color I saw with shock. I mentally slapped myself not the time to be shocked it was time to think.
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