Freedom Fighters

(A/N): Hi everyone, I wrote this draft a long time ago, but hadn't decided on publishing it. Since it's my friends birthday today, i decided to post it today and dedicate it to her in general. I may dedicate certain parts to certain people but the fact she kept prodding me to post it has earned her full dedication rights. 

Happy Birthday Fionne, and I hope you enjoy the journey ! Go Sophie!!

Chapter 1

Sophie Farrell. My name. I am your average nine year old. Except that the news I was about to get changed my life forever. My so-called considerate parents decided that we needed to go back “home”, to a place called Malaysia!! Like seriously where on Earth was that country? And we were leaving the U.K. for good!! I would miss all of my friends and just when I had realised that I too had a crush!! Damn… All those years spent, wasted… And they were 5 years not months!!

Alarms blared signaling a breach in Sector 9. His youthful eyes watched his superior as she scanned the monitors, her eyebrows rising in disbelief. “She’s running again, 100. But she’s already been cleaned. I think we can let her go as far as the first dimension, don’t you think? Come on, wimp grow a backbone. You’ve been here for 6 months already, you can’t possibly have missed anything in the world of torture.” She laughed hysterically and left 100 alone in the survallience room. He looked at the running figure on the screen, clutching only a leather notebook and a black-sling bag, she can’t possibly hope to accomplish much can she? He thought that being assigned here would be full of oppurtunities but all he had encountered so far were horrifying moments encountering the inmates of Battleship Zest. Well, he thought, since SHE said to wait, I might as well wait and see what happens. With that he interlaced his hands and leaned back on the leather-backed chair.

She was running, faster than she had ever run before. She knew the only reason she was still running was that ‘She’ was playing with her. Never mind, she thought, sooner or later they would realise the huge mistake they made. Even if she was discovered and killed her journal would survive. With that in mind, she tugged self-consciously at the disguise her double had given her. Lately she made an inmate attempt to escape  by trying weekly. As a result she had managed to slip out wearing her inmate’s clothes. They knew that her inmate couldn’t do anything so that was why they prolonged her capture, rying to get her hopes up. She, having been on Battleship Zest for 5 years knew more than to hope so dangerously. She had promised her inmate to leave a message for her daughter at their house. She knew it wasn’t too dangerous so she agreed. Alas, she was cornered just after she left the house, they hadn’t traced her to the house so her inmate’s note was secure. She looked around and saw she was in a plot of land with three buildings looming behind a field. A school most likely, she thought. What better place to hide it than in a school? A place where information was obtained, if a clever enough person could find this journal then he or she was worthy to take the Elite on. Heart racing she counted to ten before running to the front of the building. Recalling her gruelling training in the battle grounds, she leaped up and caught hold of the balcony. Softly cursing her tired muscles she dragged herself up and across the edge.

She was in. She caught sight of the files stacked neatly in the shelves. Her eye caught the number 1957, the year she left Earth for indercover work to find her partner. She knew that that was the file it had to be hidden in. Taking out a few sheets she made it into an envelope and stuffed it in between the other papers. She walked stealthily her eye sweeping across the pictures and paintings on the wall. Then, she realised something, if she went back empty-handed they would sweep the building. Thinking fast she grabbed a notebook she saw lying on the nearby table, pulled out the used pages and used the photocopier to photoopy some random pages of disciplinary records. She stuffed the papers in and set off at a quick march to the other side of the school. Slipping into a toilet cubicle, she left the note precisely in between a lucky crack of the wall.

A/N: Hi! If you have decided to read this book until the end then please give yourself a pat on the back! Your time taken taken to read this story is greatly appreaciated! First off, I would like to admonish, that this is my first time writing so please don’t bear any grudges against me! So yeah, please continue reading on…. Also try not to skip the author’s notes, (I used to skip them all the time , I sorely regret that!) it might help with the story…

So thanks again for putting up with Nutty Luna… Enjoy!!