A/N: Ugh! I just re-read what I posted so far for my REDO version of World Is Mine and I'm so mad at myself cause I feel like I could have made it WAY better!
But I'm SOOOOOOOOO happy cause…I'M GETTING REVIEWS! Since you all like it so far, I'm not gonna change a thing!
But I am soooooo gonna put A LOT of more effort into my story.
PLEASE REVIEW!
(1) Spice Rue, Paris, France
3: 36 p.m.
(one week later) Tuesday
Local bystanders stared after her, clearly confused and annoyed.
The mysterious blonde haired beauty knocked away and pushed past everything and everyone in her path.
She jumped over stray animals, dodged wine barrels, ran around the children that were released from school and pushed past angry tea drinking elders in front of local café's.
She didn't stop running when cars came at her or when bikers cursed at her in their native French tongue, screaming for her to wait until the light turned red to cross, not green.
She didn't care. She didn't look back. She just kept on running forward.
Blossom Forest, outskirts of Paris, France
5: 54 p.m.
Same day
" Experience # 4 PPG," a French tipped hand unlocked the heavily guarded steel door and let herself in, " il est temps pour vous-" she abruptly cut herself off.
Her sharp blue eyes franticly scanned around the small spaced room in panic.
Test tubes and beakers with strange colored liquids scattered randomly on top of metal tables : check
Posters of the human body plastered neatly on the walls: check
Animal cadges: check
Experimental table with leather straps: check
She stepped into the room and dropped the tray she had in her hands onto the floor. The bowl containing rice and oatmeal spilled everywhere, tainting the shinning white floor.
The chains bolted into the wall horizontal to her were roughly ripped out of the wall. Small metal particles of the chain were scattered onto the shinning tiles surface.
A wooden box labeled T.S. ( Top Secret) written in bold lettering was pushed closely to the wall with the broken chains. A few biology related books were stacked onto of the box.
The small joules window was pushed opened with so much force that the one way glass broke.
Blonde haired French fourteen year old : blank, no check mark
She furiously ripped the purple beret from atop of her head and threw it to the ground.
She sped over to the broken window and tried to crawl out of it. Too big for her. Not to big for a still developing teenager.
She growled like a wild animal and punched the remaining glass off of the window, causing her knuckles to drip scarlet.
How could she have been so foolish?
Injecting her and then leaving her? What a amateur action she had done!
She should have installed security cameras, hired a guard, something!
A wave of anxiety, anger, distress and the TINIEST pang of sadness overwhelmed her.
Distressed she screamed at the very peak of her lungs, " BASSE!" which could be heard all over Paris.
Star street, downtown city, Paris, France
5: 55 p.m.
Same day
Lungs going to burst-legs as heavy as lead-copper taste of blood in back of throat-pushing past everything and everyone-all a colorful blur-wanna stop-need a rest-NO! can't stop-have to keep going-if caught there will be DIRE consequences-
Sweat drenched entire body-tattered clothes clung to bruised form-adrenaline wearing thin-have to keep moving-have to get away-
She turned sharply and abruptly whenever she thought she should. It was her first time in years outside of that steel prison.
She wanted nothing more then to explore what is known all over the world as 'the most romantic place on the planet.'
But it was wishful thinking. The city she had spent all of her life in was now foreign to her. She knew that they knew the city far better then she ever will.
She needed to go somewhere safe. Somewhere that is foreign to them and not to her.
She had to flee the city-no, she had to flee the country.
Loud honking raddled her out of her thoughts and forced her back to reality.
Car speeding to her-easily dodged-driver cursed at her-kept on going-passed many bakeries-everything smelt so good-wanted to eat-started to drool-shook head violently-dismissed thoughts-jumped over kid eating ice cream-
She had to get out of the city and get to a airport or boat drop off dock. There were to many witnesses. If the television reporters or police get involved then her escape would have been for nothing.
Left-right-left-left-dodge stray dog-right-right-right-left-
She skidded to a stop. A fence was in her path.
A extremely loud buzzing sound was over head. It was so loud that she had to cover her sensitive ears.
She opened her eyes and stared above her in amazement.
A airplane. A airplane!
She let out a relieved laugh. But because all of the running she had done, her laugh sounded more like a raspy, chocked sob.
She went over to the fence and pressed her clammy hands on the cool fence.
Her legs were shaky but she was surprisingly still able to climb.
Focus on bending legs-use upper body strength-the fence is so high-pulls self up-shirt gets tangled in lose wires-shirt rips-keeps on climbing-almost falls-
She dangled from the fence. She stared down sacredly at the bottom and it really did look like a long way down.
She wiped some sweat from her brow with her free hand.
She grabbed a hold of the fence again and continued on up.
Jumped down from fence-cut finger from lose wire-hissed in pain-sucked index finger-
The cut was minor, nothing to worry about, so she released her finger from her mouth and ran as fast as she could to the airport some ways in front of her.
From her bleeding finger though,
left in her wake,
the only thing indicating any evidence that she had been there,
were a few droplets of blood that had slipped down onto the pavement.
It was black.
FRENCH TO ENGLISH
1) " Spice Rue"- Spice Street
2) "Experience # 4 PPG,"- Experiment PPG#4,
3) "il est temps pour vous-"- it's time for your-
4) " BASSE!"- Bass
