This is my story, so far. Unfortunately, I have only the first two pieces of it, right now. But, fear not! I'll get the rest up, soon! As Duo would say, "I might run and hide, but I'll never tell a lie!"
Act 1:Dark Memories
Scene 1: Wherever you are, you will carry always
Two girls stood together on the wide, central lawn of the Campus.
The first of the pair had blond hair that fell just passed her
shoulders. The girl wore a shin-length, pleated, dark red skirt
and a long-sleeved, white blouse. A wide, dark red ribbon was
tied around her throat. The second girl had long, brown hair
that was tied back, away from her face, with a wide ribbon that
looked akin to the one around her tied around her neck. Her
outfit was exactly the same as her friend’s and her schoolmates’.
Both girls carried a small stack of books and papers. A large
group of students, over two-thirds female, were wandering
toward a large, brick building to the West. A large, hand-painted,
wooden sign hung up above the door of the building. Though hard
to read, all of the students on Campus knew the sign by heart,
“Cafeteria.”
“So, where the heck is she?” The brunette girl groaned,
stomping her foot on the ground.
“Um, I don’t know.” The blond girl shrugged.
“Bri! You idiot! You weren’t supposed to answer that! It
was a rhetorical question!” The brunette girl threw her hands
in the air. “I just can’t teach you anything!”
“Oh. Yeah, I knew that! Sorry, Iris.” The blond girl, Bri,
shrugged, nearly, dropping her books in the process.
“Salut.” Another girl approached, silently. Her copper-blond,
braided hair sparkled in the midday sunlight.
“Oh. There you are! Finally!” Iris crossed her arms over her
chest. “We’ve been waiting for you for over ten minutes!”
“Ten minutes? Your class, it let out early?” The girl
raised an eyebrow. “C’est impossible!”
“No, we left early.” Bri said.
“Zut alors! What a surprise!” The redhead said sarcastically.
Her turquoise eyes flashed with amusement.
“Yeah, right. So, are we gonna get lunch or not?” The brunette
shrugged.
“C’est bien, mais…” The redhead sighed, looking exhausted.
“But, what?”
“I’m not very hungry. I am,..tired.” The redhead shrugged.
“A long day, already, huh?” Bri shrugged, “But it’s only lunchtime!”
“Well, okay. Fine.” Iris shrugged. “Stay here then.”
“Can we go eat?” Bri asked.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Iris turned and began to walk toward
the cafeteria. “If Amina wants to stay here and starve,
that’s her problem.”
“D’accord,” The redhead sighed as the two girls rushed
toward the cafeteria. “I’ll see you later.”
“Don’t forget, lunch is over in an hour.” Bri called
over her shoulder.
“You idiot! She knows that!” Iris’ voice faded as the girls
disappeared into the brick building.
Amina turned and began to walk toward the Southern end of
Campus. A cold, autumn wind picked up as she walked. The wind
was blowing in a low, cold front. The thick, dark clouds
seemed to bloom in the sky like dark gray hyacinth. The autumn
winds were late, this year. It was already October and the winds
had just begun to pick up, chilling everything in their path.
The seasons had not yet, lost their wonderment. The broad, deep
green leaves of the ivy vines that covered the bottom half of the
ancient, brick building fluttered in the wind. The leaves of
the large trees that dotted the Campus were beginning to change
into their fall colors. Several newly fallen, brown leaves
crackled under Amina’s black shoes as she walked. Her long-sleeved,
white shirt billowed out around her as the wind blew. Her pleated
skirt whirled and fluttered in a bizarre myriad of red, while
the broad bow on her throat flapped like a trapped bird against
her skin.
“Hey!”
The voice startled Amina. Her dark, shadowy, turquoise
eyes darted to the sound’s origin.
A small group of girls huddled together against the sharp,
stinging cold of the wind. One of them waved to Amina. She was
taller than the redhead; almost everyone was. Her pale, blond
hair blew around her shoulders in the wind. The pale, baby-blue
eyes were fixed on Amina.
“Hey! I know you! You’re in one of my classes!” The girl smiled
at the redhead. “My name’s Sabrina.”
Amina ignored the girl, and continued to walk, silently,
toward the South end of Campus.
“'Ello?” One of the other girls waved at the redhead.
“She does talk, doesn’t she?”
The rest of the girls giggled.
“Hey! Wait a minute!” Sabrina called, and rushed up, behind
Amina.
Amina stopped walking.
“I just wanted to ask you, if you wanted to study with us,
later.” The girl blinked.
“Biology, right?” Amina spoke without turning to face the
girl.
“That’s right.” Sabrina stared at the copper-blond braid that
rolled down the other girl’s back and brushed the back of her skirt.
“C’est bien. We can talk, later.” She began to walk, again.
“Uh, sure.” The blond blinked.
She watched Amina walk away for several seconds without
moving. Then she turned and walked back to her friends.
All of the girls began to laugh at once.
“God! What a weirdo!” One of the other girls giggled.
“Well, they say she makes straight A’s!” Sabrina shrugged.
“So what if she has the personality of a wet noodle!”
All of the girls laughed at the joke.
“But, she's hiding something! And we’ve gotta find out what
that girl’s secret is!” Sabrina pounded her fist in her hand.
“The press has a right to know! And since, we’re the only press
on Campus, we’ll have to dig up the dirt ourselves!”
The other girls giggled, again. They were all on the combined
yearbook and school newspaper staff, which meant they had the
latest gossip on everybody! But no one knew much about the redhead,
and the rumors were too juicy to go on without being backed up.
The latest of which stated that Amina was a rebel from the colonies
plotting to take over Earth. But that was ridiculous. After all,
Amina was short, quiet, and from France, right?
Scene 2: The truth of the scars
Amina crossed out of the far reaches of the brick buildings.
She passed the soccer fields, before long, and jumped over a row
of hedges that marked the end of the Campus. Underneath
her feet was one of the many, huge splotches of dry, brown grass
in the fields behind the Campus. This field stretched out for
more than a hundred meters, then ended in a row of small trees.
The turquoise eyes locked onto the distant line of green and
orange leaves. Her final destination lay just beyond the trees
that had been touched by the autumn cold.
I must hurry, the girl thought. There isn’t much time left,
and it has to be today! Today, I will begin to keep my promise, Father.
Amina’s mind drifted back. The memories returned with force
like they always did on this day…
…The large, steel building rose up into the sky above her.
She stared up at it and sighed. Father always brought her to his
meetings, and they usually lasted for days without getting
much accomplished. She shrugged and giggled. It didn’t matter,
though. For once, she was just happy that she could come along
with Father. He had been busy for months, discussing and trying
to coerce the other delegates with no luck. It seemed as if the
colonies would remain silent to one another for all eternity.
But then, they had reached some new breakthrough. All of the
delegates from the L1 colony were here to meet with the Earth
delegate to discuss a mutual, peace agreement.
The girl knew all of the other delegates, personally,
having met each of them. She had even been to one of the other
colonies. Although, nobody ever believed her when she told them.
And though she was young, only fourteen, she understood
all of the concepts that her father debated over with the other
colonies. She, in fact, had prompted more than one argument
over the years and because of this, she was considered by the
delegates to be one of the brightest, young diplomats to come.
The girl smiled as she skipped through the lobby. Her soft,
turquoise-blue dress fluttered around her small frame and her
bright, turquoise eyes flashed as she took in the sights
around her. Her long, wavy, copper-blond hair trailed down her
back, brushing the backs of her knees as she darted through
the building. She wore a tiny pendant around her neck. It had been
a gift from her father on her seventh birthday, after her mother’s
death. It was a pale, turquoise-blue sapphire that matched
her eyes and was surrounded by diamonds. She recognized
one of the other delegates, as she skipped along. He smiled
and waved to her as she passed. The girl waved back, returning
his smile with a bright one of her own.
Suddenly, the girl shivered. She spotted a group of uniformed
men waving around. Something was wrong here. Something terrible
was going to happen, she knew. Then she spotted her father,
and shook off the feeling of dread.
‘Father! This is spectacular, a chance in a lifetime!’
The girl rushed to greet her father. He was a tall man with soft,
brown hair and wired-rimmed glasses.
‘That’s right, my jeune louvre! That it is!’ Her father
smiled and patted her on the back.
The girl smiled at her father’s play on words.
“Jeune louvre” was an ambitious young professional or a young
wolf. Her mother had loved to call her daughter her “little
wolf,” when she had been alive. Of course, her mother always
had the accent perfect, having been born in France on Earth.
Her father was from the colonies and, well, was not as gifted.
‘Oh? I should call you that more often, Amina.’ Her father laughed.
‘If you do that, I might act the part!’ She winked at him.
‘No, no. That’s last thing we need now is another wolf in
the colonies. Did you see the soldiers walking through the
building?’
‘Yes, Father. Oh God! You don’t think they have anything
planned, do you, Father?’ The girl’s eyes narrowed, and grew
dark. The feeling of dread returned.
‘Now, now, musume! Don’t worry, everything will be fine!’
‘But, Father! If something happened to you..!’ The girl choked
on the words. She knew what would happen. She would be alone…
She would have no one to take care of her, to care about her…
‘Don’t worry, my dear! I was warned prior to this, and I
made certain provisions.’ He smiled, and unbuttoned part of
his shirt. Underneath the thin shirt was a bulletproof vest.
‘See. If they try to shoot me, they’ll only waste their
bullets.’
‘Oh! That was a good idea, Father!’ The girl smiled,
although she did not feel very relieved. But she knew how
important it was to her father for her to be happy. ‘I won’t
worry anymore!’
‘Good.’ The tall man smiled. ‘Now, I know you wanted to
sit in on the conference, but they won’t be allowing outside
personnel. I’m afraid that includes wolves. So, you will have
to wait outside. But, I believe, the Earth delegate, Mr. Doriland,
has brought along his daughter. She is year older than you are.
I hope that will not be a problem.’
‘Oh no, Father! I will be happy to talk with her, when I
find her. I’m sure, she will have interesting views on the future
peace between the Earth and ourselves!’ The girl smiled
slightly, her fingers strayed to the necklace.
‘You are a good girl, Amina. Now run along! And musume.’
‘Yes, Father?’
‘Have fun.’ Her father hugged her and then walked to the
room with the other delegates.
The girl watched him go, sadly. She walked back to the room
that her father had booked, the night before. Her father had
wanted a head start on his preparations for the Earth delegate’s
arrival. She walked in and looked around. She spotted a small
picture of her father from several years ago, shaking hands with
another man. She picked it up and stared at it. She looked down,
out of the room’s window, and spotted a girl about her age walking
out of the building. She rushed out of the room and down into
the lobby, quickly, eager to meet the Earth girl. She stopped in
the middle of the lobby and stared. The Earth girl was handing
something to one of the soldiers, a woman officer. The girl could,
just barely, hear the exchange of words.
‘Excuse me, ma’am. You left this back there.’
It appeared
that the officer had, accidentally, left a small compact
and the girl was returning it. However, at this angle, The redhead
could see the flashing light in the small device. She blinked,
knowing that the compact was not what it appeared to be. She
could not move; she just stared.
‘You idiot!’ The woman screamed, snatching away the small
device.
The woman threw the device through the window where all
the delegates were. The redhead girl watched the device fly
through the shattered glass and explode just inside the building,
above her head.
‘Father!’ The other girl cried out, running into the building
and passed the redhead.
The redhead girl just stared. Her bright turquoise eyes were
wide with horror.
‘Go after the girl! If she resists, kill her!’ The woman in
the uniform yelled, pointing at where the other girl had just
been.
The bright turquoise eyes followed, too shocked to shed tears
and too horrified to do anything, but stare. That woman had
just murdered her father. The soldiers rushed passed the girl
without stopping. No one seemed to see her. Suddenly, the girl
felt sick. She turned and threw up on the lobby floor. One of the
soldiers turned at the sound and shouted at her.
‘Hey! There’s another one, get her!’ The soldier shouted
and rushed at the girl.
The girl’s bright turquoise eyes turned to stare at the
oncoming soldiers. ‘No!’ The girl choked out the word and tried
to run.
But the soldier was in front of her, before she could force
her legs to move. His hand closed on her shoulder, close to
her neck. The girl panicked and lashed out with one of her fists.
The small clenched fist slammed, hard, into the man’s groin. As
he doubled over, she heard something snap. But she could not
turn to see what it was, she just ran. She ran as fast as she
had ever run in her life. A combination of anger, pain,
anguish, and adrenaline surged together, giving her unnatural
speed as she rushed out of the building, vaulted over a bench,
and ran across the street. Her copper-blond hair fluttered
behind her as she ran. She was horrified and upset, she felt
sick with anger and pain. But she could not cry. And for that
she hated herself.
‘Mon Dieu! They killed you, Father! Oh! Father! FATHER..!’
Amina screamed, falling down on the street and scrapping
her knee. ‘…Those were Earth soldiers…Earth…’
The girl felt her blood run cold with anger and hatred.
The sharp pain as the hard ground dug into the soft skin on
her knees felt, strangely soothing. She slammed a fist into the
ground. She ground her teeth as she vowed revenge.
‘There can be no peace until those butchers have been repaid
for what they did!’ Her eyes grew dark as she spoke.
‘You’ll pay for what you did! I’ll make you pay for murdering
my father!’
The girl stood up and began to walk away, slowly. Her eyes
burned, appearing shadowy and dark, but she did not cry… She could not cry…
Amina’s thoughts snapped to the present. She shook her
head. She was at the line of trees. She passed under the
low-hanging branches. On the other side of the trees, a large
lake stretched out across the landscape. The lake was once a
man-made crater, carved into the landscape by missiles and buster
rifle fire, during the war, two years prior. The irony of the
placid, beautiful lake carved out of cold stone by blazing
weapons had made her laugh. This was perfect; this was the spot
she needed to begin her work. And most of the other students
did not know of the lake’s existence, making it the perfect
place for her mission to begin, and end.
The grass ended about a meter behind the trees. After the
grass ended, the ground dropped off into large piles of rocks.
The rock piles dropped down a few meters, and beyond that was
the small, sandy bank of the lake. Amina stopped moving,
suddenly. The bright sunlight was flickering off something
shiny in the far distance. She frowned. Someone was following
her, had been for a while. Amina smirked, thinking, not for
long.