Not a number

by annasan1100

Jennifer Wallace had only wanted one thing. To control her life. To pretend numbers weren't tattooed on her wrist. She was good at pretending. Until a car ride goes wrong, a close-knit group of friends' problems, and a conspiracy with the Russian Military, shatter her bubble. Hawkins hid many dark secrets (she she was one of them), but she never thought what else lay underneath.

I glanced around, looking for something I could use, but instead, after a moment, I noticed a crouching figure close by, pressed against my rock in the shadow. Waves of heat burned through my veins and perspiration started at my hairline only to cool immediately on my skin with the chilly wind. With the moon rising, I could feel something churn inside me, humming beneath my skin, beating alongside my hammering heartbeat— and I reached out for it. But before I could get a good grip, the figure broke free from the shadows and Hakoda struck the Fire Nation soldier in the side.