26 April 2012
Faye ran until she could run no further. Her heart pounded in synch with her panting breaths. Her lungs felt fiery with lack of oxygen. Her ribs felt as though needles were stabbing at the tender flesh encasing them. Collapsing on the ground, in the heat of the desert sun, Faye's eyes half-closed and her headache spiked. The heat of the day burned its way into her, she felt ablaze.
'You shouldn't have run,' Fate whispered, taunting her from whichever delusional drawer of her brain it came from.
'Running was a brilliant plan, he'll never catch you now,' cheered Confidence, opposing Fate.
The voices in Faye's head were beginning to rush together, forming a blur of colour and ache.
The men had been pursuing Faye for hours, tracking her across the endless sea of sand. Searching for her relentlessly. All because of her head. Because her head possessed a secret. A secret nobody should ever know.
'But you do,' reminded Patience, allowing Faye to trawl through her thoughts, eyes closed against the harsh rays.
Faye moaned.
'It's a powerful secret to know,' smirked Cunning.
'You know what is best.' Ascertained Confidence.
The incredulity of the situation bore down on Faye's conscience. She was running from somebody she had trusted her whole life.
Faye was beginning to regret overhearing her father, president of the Chimera Project, talking about his latest success.
The Winged Girl.
Her sister.
Faye's Side: The First. • Opuss № I