Okay, before you read this, I just want to say that I know it's weird. I was originally going to go on to the next chapter, but I realised that I needed to explain a few things, otherwise the next bit might not make sense.
Disclaimer: Would you believe it? I still don't own INK.
Once she was out of sight of Pinkerton, Zero began to run. She ran as fast as she could, desperately trying to get away. From what, you may ask? Away from the things that had hurt her. Her father. Her teacher. Friendship. Love. Away from herself. She pushed all her memories away, into the deepest, darkest place that she could imagine, and threw away the key. A place where she would never find them. And with that, she chose to forget everything that she had ever been. Eventually, she slowed to a stop.
Confused and disoriented, a teenage girl stumbled through the dark streets of a distant town. She knew next to nothing about herself. She had no idea how old she was, or where she had come from. But she did know that her name was Zero, and that she hurt. A lot. And so, with that knowledge alone, she set out on a quest to rebuild her broken life.
So, like I said, I know it's a bit strange. But what can I say? I came up with the idea when I was doing the dishes, then wrote it when I was in the same room as my brother who was watching Kung Fu Panda 2. See what housework and little brothers do to you?
Thanks for reading!