A Long way From Safe. Part 3.

She took another step back. “Natasha… just listen to me, I know its only been two weeks since your mother, died, but this is important,” Walt answered.

“Really, he was there, Walt! He stopped the search for the killer! What is so important that he cares for a maiden, now?” She raved. Sal gave Jackson a twenty dollar bill, with an annoyed expression. The man hadn’t said a word, only gave Walt a face.

“Natasha…” he didn’t know what to say. She looked at him, and remembered what her mom had told her concerning him, you trust who he trusts, you listen to him like you listened to me, please promise me, please. She snapped out of it.

“What do you want?” She asked the man.

“I’m agent Zack Marks, of Homeland Security. We got a massage from the group of terrorists, but it is in the maiden language, so we want you to translate for us, can you?” He answered. She nodded. He showed her the computer with the massage on it, she stared at it having more memories, but snapped out of it quickly, she began to read, then stopped at a word, then keep reading. She looked at the others.

“Its not a ‘I want to be your friend,’ letter,” the others just stared waiting for the rest. She hesitated, searching for the right word, words are everything, what to say? She thought.


A Long way From Safe. Part 2.

It had taken more time then she wanted too, she had just ripped a piece of her dirty shirt and wrapped it around here lower right leg, and tied it tight, to stop the bleeding.

Good thing Jessica could tell me what to do in these types of problems. She thought to herself. She took a few steps then grimaced. A cell rang, she grabbed it quickly, looked who it was an answered.

“I know, I know, but you have to come to the warehouse, now!” A male voice called.

“Ok, I could use Jessica’s assistance anyway, but you are gonna need to pick me up, they’ve gotten better shooters,” she replied.

There was a long silence on the other end, “Ok, Jackson’s gonna pick you up.”

About 30 minuets a black government vehicle stopped in front of her, she started to run when a voice called to her, “Natasha, its me Jackson! Come one, Walt, is waiting… it sounds important.” She ran in.

“May I ask why are we in a government vehicle?” She asked. He just smiled. Jackson is the type who finds a joke or game in everything, often getting in trouble with Walt for.

“Well,” he began, “We’ve got a job! We work for Homeland.” He could see her face, he flinched, then she began to laugh.

“Hey guys!” She called.

They all looked up from what they were doing. “Wow… you look like crap,” Jessica said looking her over.

“Yay, I missed you to Jessica,” she replied. She looked at Walt. “So what’s so important?”

They all just stared at her with faces of worry. She was getting annoyed.

“Walt? Is she here yet?” A voice she didn’t know called down from the upper floor.

“Yes, she’s here!” Walt called back. She looked at Jackson, he just stood there, whispering something to the other member of the group, Sal. The man came do the stairs, and Natasha recognized him automatically, she took a step back.

“What is he doing here?” She asked.

A Long Way from Safe.

“Get her!” A male voice ordered him men. She was running up those stairs so fast, she could have broken the record. Her mind was whirling, she couldn’t understand why, she had be through this for five months, maybe it was because it was week two she’s been doing it without her mother.

She was, at some time injected with a deathly infection called ‘fire,’ yup, ‘fire.’ She was an ice maiden, so fire is a deathly infection to her, and on Wednesday, March 31, 2029, Flora Jackson’s her  human name, Glaciers her real, maiden name, died.

But what about her father, you may ask… well, he left her, her father is human, she counts him lucky, so he went to marry a human family leaving her to die, but of course she didn’t or else we wouldn’t be here, it had been two weeks, two of the longest weeks of her whole 16 years alive, the only person she ever really loved, and the only person who ever loved her, except for her friends… right, they were killed 50 years ago. I know it makes no sense, she doesn’t understand it either, she was born on a space station 50 years ago, and is only 16, well she’s a maiden human logic can’t understand maiden lives.

So there she was ‘cornered,’ again for the thousandth time in her life… that she was old enough to remember anyway, they now had her at gun point. “Ok, Natasha give it up, we have you cornered.” One called.

She just stared, thinking what would mom say? “No, I have you cornered,” she remembered. They looked at each other, just as she wanted them to, she moved toward the nearest window, and slowly pulled up the glass, hoping it wouldn’t make any noise, but of course with her luck, it did. She lifted it quickly and jumped, three shots were fired, one of them hit her on her lower right leg, she yelled in pain, this canceled out her usually landing on twos landing so it was time to improvise, she landed on her good leg and left hand. She looked up and stuck out her tongue, and limped away, hoping they wouldn’t follow, but just to be safe she turned herself invisible.

Yup. Its official I’m far from safe. She thought to herself.