BOOK ONE: Possession

0 - A Fresh Breeze

Elodie was not a normal girl. She had spent her whole life living by herself on the streets, defending herself from people three times her size. Her fierce attitude and quick-thinking kept her alive, even at the age of six after her parents had abandoned her. Then she had frozen in ice for years after running away again, from somewhere more comforting than her original home. It was only ten years ago that she'd been found and un-thawed. She didn't really remember much of those early years before she'd been un-thawed.

Elodie had fair skin with freckles dusting her cheeks and nose, and pale pink lips. Her eyes were a striking silver, both swirling with life like a raging tornado and as still as cold hard ice. She had slightly curly caramel locks, a mixture of hazel, honey, and brown.

Currently, she was zipping up her black and yellow hoodie. She brushed her hair over her shoulders, then flicked up her hood, staring into the rain. She took a deep breath, letting the wind twirl around her playfully.

The teenager started down the dankly lit street, her high top vans slapping against the wet pavement with each step. Concealed in the sleeve of her jacket was an old and rusted switchblade. She kept it sharp, but didn't remove the rust. People didn't like rust in their wounds.

Elodie continued walking, heading in the general direction of Borg Tower. She didn't have an actual plan for what she was planning on doing. She just knew that the projects in Borg Tower were valuable, and that she would definitely benefit from a little 'breaking and entering.'

She pulled up the black bandana around her neck so it covered her mouth and nose. The harsh white light from the streetlamps glinted against the gun metal gray of Elodie's orbs. The girl stuffed her hands in her zip-up's pockets, and she hurried down the street.

Elodie stuck to the shadows instead of favoring the safety the light provided. Maybe when she was younger, she would have raced through the shadows to the providence of the light, but now that she was older, she wasn't scared of stupid muggers. They thought she was a helpless young girl. Those thoughts were their downfalls.

After a few minutes of tedious walking, she made it to Borg Tower. On how to get in, she wasn't out of ideas. She pulled sticky gloves out of the fanny pack hanging around the back of her waist, and slid them on.

She placed her hands against the glass wall and started to climb. When she made it to her designated floor, she was panting, sweat rolling down the back of her neck. She yanked the bandana down, and she gasped for clean air.

Moving quickly so her feet didn't slip, she reached back into her fanny and pulled out a small plunger and a glass cutter. Elodie attached the plunger to the glass window, and carefully cut out a circle. She pushed inwards and lowered the circular glass chunk to the ground.

She climbed in and headed for the experimentation room.

~ ~ ~

"What is it, Kai?" Lloyd asked, entering the room after Kai called him in.

"We got an alert from Borg Tower. Someone broke in through the seventy-third story window," the red ninja replied, looking at the video feed Zane had projected onto the screen.

"How is that possible?" he asked, watching as a figure in a black and yellow hoodie cut out a circle in the glass before crawling in. They quickly stuffed their gloves in their . . . fanny pack before pulling up their bandana to cover the majority of their face.

Zane made some 'loading' sounds. "Seems they scaled the side of the building. We must hurry, though. Mr. Borg would not be happy if we let someone steal from his tower." Zane unplugged himself from the machine and stood, turning to face Lloyd. Jay and Cole had also entered the room, and were looking at the frozen shot of the thief.