Another Soldier
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This is just a one part story about another girl Chimera named Jordyn. I thought that maybe it would be interesting to
write from an unknown character's perspective on the whole ordeal and maybe why they weren't looking for Max. By
unknown, I mean made up. :) If you don't like this, please just don't leave a message saying "I don't like this". Tell me
why! Help me! If you don't, then you're one hell of an irresponsible reader/reviewer. If you're gonna review, do it right. I
know this sucks, it's just something to do.

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Rain was nothing to hide from. Rain was a welcome addition to Jordyn's life. It was the lightning that scared her.
Something that couldn't, or wouldn't, be controlled. It struck hard and fast, leaving you helpless. Like a gun. One thing
Jordyn wasn't was helpless.

She was faster, smarter, and stronger then the average human. Because she *wasn't* human. She was Chimera. A
goverment attempt at a super soldier genetically engineered to be better then their creaters. Didn't they know that
playing God was wrong? That if you made something faster, stronger, and smarter then you, that it would eventually
overthrow it's weaker masters? Wasn't that common sense?

But maybe, Jordyn thought as she looked out the broken apartment window splattered with rain, maybe the only reason
she could see it was because she was so much smarter. It was days like this, when the rain came, that Jordyn would
think. Thinking too much could kill you, but it could also save your life. She wasn't sure which was happening now, but
either way, she wasn't about to stop.

This was the only emotional release she had access to, the rain. Not just any rain, but the rain without lightning. She
cringed as her luck ran out and a fork of lightning lit up the sky. It made her shudder to think of all the people out there
on a night like this.

She wondered whether any of her brothers or sisters were out there in this pounding winter rain, one with lightning.
Where was Brin and Matt and Maxi and Zach? Were they dead? Living the high live? Or constantly on the run like her? 

Jordyn couldn't remember a time that she ever felt safe, not since the escape. Zach had once told her, about a year ago,
that it was best if they stayed away from each other; didn't talk or anything. Jordyn couldn't understand. She wanted to
feel at home with people who could relate to her and what she had been through. Zach had kindly reminded her that
maybe these weren't the people she might remember. Ten years was a long time. Of course, taking Zach's word as law,
she had obliged his plea not to look. She didn't want anyone to get hurt.

But then maybe she wasn't looking just so she could spare herself the pain of seeing how much everyone had changed,
how they were now wrapped up in their own lives with no room for her. 

Too much thinking, Jordyn chided herself as more lightning lit the sky. It was killing her. She pushed back her rickety
chair and resigned herself to scraping together some money for dinner. If any of her sibs were out there, they could find
her. That was if they wanted to.