Fourteen sat on top of a bus. She often did this, while travelling to other places. She noticed something very familiar and stopped, jumping off the bus, and running over to it. A poster. One for a missing girl. It showed the girl, but.....it looked just like Fourteen. Is...this..me? Fourteen wondered. She decided to read the rest of the poster. It read: MISSING GIRL: Myla Nichols goes missing after 4th birthday. REWARD: 1,000. Myla....Nichols? Is that...my real name. Not just a number. I guess so. She thought. Well, then I no longer call myself Fourteen. My name is Myla Nichols now. Myla ran back over to the moving bus, using fly to help her get there. Finally, once she is comfortably sitting on the top, she closes her eyes, and falls asleep. She wakes up in a dark place, unknowing of where she is. Ok. Myla thought. I got this. She saw a place, with some black clothes and white shirts, and slowly walked in. She grabbed a short that looked like it would fit her, along with some jean shorts and a leather black jacket. She walked out of the store, with the manager not even caring. Must happen a lot. Myla thought. She put in the clothes in an alleyway and stepped out. She saw a place that looked sheltered and headed for it. There, a man standing near a clearing grabbed her arm.
"First time around here, eh? Well, get ready to eat bones all night and day!" He said laughing. Myla snatched her hands away and continued walking, until she saw a girl with purple hair, a large man, another man with an orange mohawk, a girl with curly black hair, and a girl with blonde hair, and many highlights.
"Who is this little kid?" The guy with the orange hair said. "Has the little girl come to join our gang? Sorry, but this isn't a babysitting club." He laughed, but all Myla did was open and close her hand, but suddenly the strange man was covered in ice. Myla used her fire to melt the ice, but it still made him freeze. This got the attention of the purple-haired girl. She walked up to Myla, sticking her wrist near Myla's face. She had a tattoo that read, 008. Myla pulled down her own sleeve, showing her the 014 tattoo on her own wrist.
"What is your name, strange child?" The purple-haired girl asked Myla.
"Myla." Myla said.
"Why are you here, Myla? Do you work for the police? Do you know the police?" The strange girl said to Myla.
"Ha!" The orange-mohawk guy said. "The puny little shit of a girl a police officer? Kali, did you hit your head or something?"
"Axel, shut your damn mouth for once, will you?" Kali said.
"I know no police. Bad men look for me. I try to fight." Myla said, with a hint of agitation in her voice.
"Ah, you like to fight back? Have you killed anyone?" Kali asked.
"Yes. I've killed. With ice and fire."
"Can I see your arm?" Kali asked. Myla nodded and handed her the arm with the 014 tattoo. Kali gasped and immediately pulled down her sleeve to reveal a 008 tattoo.
"Sister." Kali said.
"Sister." Myla agreed.
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.:Myla's Journey:.
FanfictionFourteen has always been restless. She hated being locked up in Hawkin's Lab. So, when she was given the opportunity to escape, she took it. She learned that her real name was Myla Nichols, and sets off on her journey. From Season 1 to Season 4, Myl...
