AN: I need a favour. Some con crit. I just completely changed the plotline
of this and need some opinions. So, review. Yay! Leea is mine.
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"…You have a sister?" I woke up, hearing a new voice.
"Yeah – she's like Krit's female clone and my sister. I mean, when she wakes up – it's almost creepy to know what I could've had in a normal family." Max.
"What should we do about her?" Zack said.
"She can come with me," Krit spoke up. "Syl and I are heading to California, so maybe she could come with us."
I woke up properly and walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning sleeping Beauty," Krit smirked at me.
"Bite me. You see, I was really tired cause four incredible idiots with death wishes decided to break into a secret military operation at midnight," I snapped. "You guys are so lucky Pinah went off the deep end. The X7s are creepy."
Logan handed me a plate of waffles and I sat down. Real food – and it was so good!
"Have you got any plans now you've escaped?" Zack asked me. I fiddled with the dog tags around my neck.
"No sir."
"You called Zack Sir," Syl laughed. "You've been at Manticore too long."
"Look," Zack glared at Syl. "Just treat me like your commanding officer."
I blinked and felt myself blush. "No way." Zero and I were very, very close at one stage. That sort of died when he had this thing for Mita. "You're our superior."
"Syl, Krit, take her to California with you," Zack nodded. "Ground rules – no explosions, no fights, no murders, no weapons. Got it?"
I had no idea how to act in this situation. Zero and I were joined at the hip – there was that one, uh, I think Renfro called it 'groping' when she reprimanded us. It meant nothing – but Zero knew everything about me. I knew he'd be hating himself about what happened to Pinah.
"Leea?"
"Yes?" I said, looking up. Max gave me a funny look.
"Come on, we've gotta find you some clothes – you can't live in army fatigues forever," she motioned I come with her.
I have never seen so many different types of civilian clothes – Max must've known how daunted I was, because she stuck to clothes no to different to fatigues – tshirts, pants, combat boots.
When we got back to the penthouse and Syl and Krit were ready to go. I jammed all my stuff into a bag Max gave me. I got dressed and we all stood outside on the side of the road.
"Call the contact number once you find a place to stay and I'll come up," Zack instructed. "I need to go and check on Jondy."
Krit and Syl nodded, taking some money from Zack.
"Take care of Leea and make sure…she's careful," Zack said. "Be on the lookout for any transgens."
They agreed and sorted out travelling arrangments – I would ride with Krit on his bike and Syl would take the one Zack had stolen.
We stopped in a motel for the night, and we sat up talking.
"You and Zero were romantically involved?" Krit asks, carefully. I picked up a slice of pizza.
"Once. I went into heat for the first time and it sort of went on from there until Renfro caught on and…we are best friends. He helped me through the whole psy ops thing and all…" I shrugged and flipped my hair out of my face.
Krit nodded. "You did psy ops?"
Syl blinked. "What's that like?"
"It's nonstop – complete reprogramming, isolation, therapy…torture, classes and everything. Six months. It's completely full on," I said, looking at the ground. "But it took Zero all of 2 weeks to get the major damage out of me."
Syl shuddered. "I don't miss it one bit."
"Ben did," Krit said quietly.
"Who?" I asked.
"493."
I froze. "493?"
"Yeah – did you know him?"
I shook my head. "No, I didn't know Ben."
Syl gave me a funny look.
"We better crash now," Krit said. "We need to be on the road by five a.m."
I nodded and crawled over to my bed – smuggly noting my brother was sharing a bed with Syl. Maybe if we ever have that easy relationship he has with Max, I'll tease him about it.
Sleeping was difficult –I kept having flashbacks of psy ops – this always happened whenever I thought about it. Especially 494…the clone of 493…I squeezed my eyes shut, willing sleep to come…
//"You have a name?" 494 looked disbelieving at me, as I scraped my hair off my face and examined a cut on my cheek that had come that day from the torture.
"Yes I do. My name is Leea." I said, undoing my braid – not neat enough. Renfro was very picky when it came to neatness.
494 smiled weakly. "Sounds like the princess from the story…"
I turned around,, confused. "What story?"
"Brin…the X5 I reprogrammed. Before I erased that memory, she told me a story about a princess."
I nodded, snapping the hair elastic around my hair and sitting opposite him. "Tell me the story…" I asked in a whisper.
"There once was a princess who lived in a bad place. She was the light in the darkness, the most beautiful thing amongst the slaves. One day, the princess's friend was murdered by the evil king and the princess ran away to find her brothers and sisters. But the evil king looked everywhere for her, so the princess did not live happily ever after," 494 said, slumping.
I sat up. "That is not my story. My princess stays in the bad place with her friends, waiting. The evil king suddenly becomes a tired old man obsessed with finding the princess's rogue brothers and sisters. So the evil queen takes over. One day the princess runs away from the bad place and finds her big brother, who protects her. The end."
"What about the princess's friend?" 494 asks. "If you are the princess, what about me?"
"The princess's cousin escapes too, soon after the princess, with all the slaves and finds the princess," I say airily.
"Then what?"
I am very aware 494 is much closer to me now.
"Then they live happily ever after," I murmur as 494's hand strokes my cheek.
"Good."//
"…Lee…Lee…" I jerk awake. Syl is standing over me, dressed.
"What?" I ask, sitting up.
"You were crying out about something," Syl said. "Krit went for breakfast –you better get changed."
I nod and slide out of bed.
I walk into the bathroom and have a quick shower and stand in front of the mirror. I noticed that Max's hair was straight and Krit's was sort of curly. Mine is wavy. I bet if I cut it all off, it would be curly. It's a fantastic colour – a chocolatey brown with natural streaks of gold and red. Zero loved my hair.
I pull on jeans, boots and a blue sweatshirt before braiding my hair off my face.
Krit has brought coffee and donuts from a 24/7 shop and soon we were on the road again. Further away from Seattle and further away from my chances of returning to Manticore – to Zero and to nameless 494.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"…You have a sister?" I woke up, hearing a new voice.
"Yeah – she's like Krit's female clone and my sister. I mean, when she wakes up – it's almost creepy to know what I could've had in a normal family." Max.
"What should we do about her?" Zack said.
"She can come with me," Krit spoke up. "Syl and I are heading to California, so maybe she could come with us."
I woke up properly and walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning sleeping Beauty," Krit smirked at me.
"Bite me. You see, I was really tired cause four incredible idiots with death wishes decided to break into a secret military operation at midnight," I snapped. "You guys are so lucky Pinah went off the deep end. The X7s are creepy."
Logan handed me a plate of waffles and I sat down. Real food – and it was so good!
"Have you got any plans now you've escaped?" Zack asked me. I fiddled with the dog tags around my neck.
"No sir."
"You called Zack Sir," Syl laughed. "You've been at Manticore too long."
"Look," Zack glared at Syl. "Just treat me like your commanding officer."
I blinked and felt myself blush. "No way." Zero and I were very, very close at one stage. That sort of died when he had this thing for Mita. "You're our superior."
"Syl, Krit, take her to California with you," Zack nodded. "Ground rules – no explosions, no fights, no murders, no weapons. Got it?"
I had no idea how to act in this situation. Zero and I were joined at the hip – there was that one, uh, I think Renfro called it 'groping' when she reprimanded us. It meant nothing – but Zero knew everything about me. I knew he'd be hating himself about what happened to Pinah.
"Leea?"
"Yes?" I said, looking up. Max gave me a funny look.
"Come on, we've gotta find you some clothes – you can't live in army fatigues forever," she motioned I come with her.
I have never seen so many different types of civilian clothes – Max must've known how daunted I was, because she stuck to clothes no to different to fatigues – tshirts, pants, combat boots.
When we got back to the penthouse and Syl and Krit were ready to go. I jammed all my stuff into a bag Max gave me. I got dressed and we all stood outside on the side of the road.
"Call the contact number once you find a place to stay and I'll come up," Zack instructed. "I need to go and check on Jondy."
Krit and Syl nodded, taking some money from Zack.
"Take care of Leea and make sure…she's careful," Zack said. "Be on the lookout for any transgens."
They agreed and sorted out travelling arrangments – I would ride with Krit on his bike and Syl would take the one Zack had stolen.
We stopped in a motel for the night, and we sat up talking.
"You and Zero were romantically involved?" Krit asks, carefully. I picked up a slice of pizza.
"Once. I went into heat for the first time and it sort of went on from there until Renfro caught on and…we are best friends. He helped me through the whole psy ops thing and all…" I shrugged and flipped my hair out of my face.
Krit nodded. "You did psy ops?"
Syl blinked. "What's that like?"
"It's nonstop – complete reprogramming, isolation, therapy…torture, classes and everything. Six months. It's completely full on," I said, looking at the ground. "But it took Zero all of 2 weeks to get the major damage out of me."
Syl shuddered. "I don't miss it one bit."
"Ben did," Krit said quietly.
"Who?" I asked.
"493."
I froze. "493?"
"Yeah – did you know him?"
I shook my head. "No, I didn't know Ben."
Syl gave me a funny look.
"We better crash now," Krit said. "We need to be on the road by five a.m."
I nodded and crawled over to my bed – smuggly noting my brother was sharing a bed with Syl. Maybe if we ever have that easy relationship he has with Max, I'll tease him about it.
Sleeping was difficult –I kept having flashbacks of psy ops – this always happened whenever I thought about it. Especially 494…the clone of 493…I squeezed my eyes shut, willing sleep to come…
//"You have a name?" 494 looked disbelieving at me, as I scraped my hair off my face and examined a cut on my cheek that had come that day from the torture.
"Yes I do. My name is Leea." I said, undoing my braid – not neat enough. Renfro was very picky when it came to neatness.
494 smiled weakly. "Sounds like the princess from the story…"
I turned around,, confused. "What story?"
"Brin…the X5 I reprogrammed. Before I erased that memory, she told me a story about a princess."
I nodded, snapping the hair elastic around my hair and sitting opposite him. "Tell me the story…" I asked in a whisper.
"There once was a princess who lived in a bad place. She was the light in the darkness, the most beautiful thing amongst the slaves. One day, the princess's friend was murdered by the evil king and the princess ran away to find her brothers and sisters. But the evil king looked everywhere for her, so the princess did not live happily ever after," 494 said, slumping.
I sat up. "That is not my story. My princess stays in the bad place with her friends, waiting. The evil king suddenly becomes a tired old man obsessed with finding the princess's rogue brothers and sisters. So the evil queen takes over. One day the princess runs away from the bad place and finds her big brother, who protects her. The end."
"What about the princess's friend?" 494 asks. "If you are the princess, what about me?"
"The princess's cousin escapes too, soon after the princess, with all the slaves and finds the princess," I say airily.
"Then what?"
I am very aware 494 is much closer to me now.
"Then they live happily ever after," I murmur as 494's hand strokes my cheek.
"Good."//
"…Lee…Lee…" I jerk awake. Syl is standing over me, dressed.
"What?" I ask, sitting up.
"You were crying out about something," Syl said. "Krit went for breakfast –you better get changed."
I nod and slide out of bed.
I walk into the bathroom and have a quick shower and stand in front of the mirror. I noticed that Max's hair was straight and Krit's was sort of curly. Mine is wavy. I bet if I cut it all off, it would be curly. It's a fantastic colour – a chocolatey brown with natural streaks of gold and red. Zero loved my hair.
I pull on jeans, boots and a blue sweatshirt before braiding my hair off my face.
Krit has brought coffee and donuts from a 24/7 shop and soon we were on the road again. Further away from Seattle and further away from my chances of returning to Manticore – to Zero and to nameless 494.