Wanted

"Italy, dear. We're in Italy" a warm face smiled, a huge scruffy beard lining his chin and upper lip.

"But we're meant to go to Kongo" the girl replied, her long brown hair pulled back into a tight pony tail and her mouth twisting into a frown. "I don't know Italy".

"We'll only be here a while dear" he replied, unsure. "Maybe a few hours"

"But I need to get to Kongo!"

The man sighed, his hand jumping up to caress his temple, "Look, you can't. Not with the ship in this state. Go find somewhere to stay meanwhile"

"But-" the man held up a hand to stop her speaking, and, without another word, walked off back to the docking area.

Lynn Davies was an intelligent 16 year old with chestnut brown hair that reached to mid-back and cold blue eyes that hurt to look at. Her build was fairly masculine, with no hips protruding from her straight figure. She liked to call her self a tomboy, since she rarely wore any girly clothes, but this was an exception.

Her eyes were painted with a light layer of eyeshadow, her eyelashes covered in black mascara. Her face was dosed in blush, concealer and fake tan which made her look orange. She was wearing a tight purple jumper over a blue flowery blouse matched with a new pair of blue jeans. Not skinny jeans though, she wasn't going that far out of her comfort zone. Her long dangling earrings sparkled as the sun caught them, attracting many Italians to look at them. She had to look as girly, and as different as possible. She didn't want them to find her, she'd run away for a reason. And the ship driver was just karma, she guessed.

"Mi scusi, signora" a voice spoke from behind her in an unfamiliar language. She turned her head, causing her long earrings to chime as they hit her neck and her hair flew out behind her. A man, probably in his late twenties, was standing with a big green cart loaded with boxes. He was wearing a navy blue uniform that was baggy on him, skinny arms appearing from the large sleeves. He had a gold earring hanging off one ear, a shaved head complimenting his look.

"Mi scusi" He raised his eyebrow at her, repeating what he had said. Lynn scrunched up her eyebrows in frustration, trying to figure out what he meant. Mi would mean me, but scusi? It sounded like scuse... excuse. Excuse me?

She shifted her position and moved slightly to the left, guessing that it meant excuse me, and shoved a hand into her jean pocket. The man pushed the cart past with a smile, a gold tooth reflecting the light from the beating down sun. She hesitantly smiled back. She had to keep a low-profile, especially if the police came and started questioning people. She had to blend in with everyone else.

Furtively, she glanced around her at the crowds of people that were storming to the bustling marketplace. Huge houses and apartment blocks, only a few modern, were lining the side of the streets, small front gardens poking out of them. Her eyes caught a huge sort of colosseum, the outside an architectural beauty. Tourists stood outside, taking photos or explaining to their kids, some couples just sitting hand in hand looking up at it. Lynn was sure none of them would be as calm if they knew who she was under her makeup. Who would?

She started fighting her way through the people that had suddenly surrounded her, engulfing her body in their circle. The smell of sweat was overpowering and the body heat that was being emitted was so hot she felt as if she was on the sun itself. She escaped the crowd from the rear, taking in a big gulp of air as she stroked back her hair and carried on walking to the Colosseum. Low-profile.

The first thing she noticed as she walked onto the white cobbled stone that surrounded the colosseum was a tourist shop that provided free maps of this part of Italy. Hastily, she walked over to the rack and picked one out, opening it about 4 times to see the whole thing. Blend in. The sun was beating down, burning her insides. Her head felt like it was going to evaporate. Calm down. She walked near the front of the Colosseum where family's were walking around admiring it. Her eyes skipped around for a place to sit, but there were no ledges or benches anywhere. She grunted, and she felt her body scream from exhaustion. It was too hot. Regrettably, she collapsed onto the ground, making sure to pretend she was looking at the Colosseum. She pulled her legs towards her, her brown sandals clacking against the floor as she held the map in front of her. If they come, she thought, I'll be caught. There's no chance of them not realising it's me. Why did that driver have to die? Now there's more of a chance they'll find me. I'll just have to run if I see anyone even vaguely familiar. Her heart beat sped up as she thought, but she pretended that her attention was fully towards the map. They can't catch me again. I won't let them. I am too strong, I have worked too hard. Someone seemed to start to make a racket behind her, but she didn't bother to look. She was too busy thinking. I'll need a better plan for later, I can't just do this. It'll work, but not forever. The noise seemed to get louder, lots of Italian being screamed and loud clanking noises reverberating off the Colosseum walls. She sighed and turned her head slightly to see what was happening. Oh no. Oh Lord no. She registered the unfolding scene behind her as she tried to calmly stand up and fold her map. She glimpsed back at the police that was flashing around her photograph as she tried to sneak past them. Don't notice me don't notice me don't-

"IT'S HER! THERE!" She just managed to see an old lady with a wobbling finger pointing at her before the police started running. Her body responded on its own accord, her legs speeding up and the scene around her passing quickly. She'd had enough practice running, she could easily outrun them. The only problem was, she had no idea where she was going. Shopkeepers eyed her as she ran past, people watched in confusion and a few people let out stifled screams. She could hear footsteps chasing her, but they were slowing down. I can make it. Her breathing became heavier and her legs started to ache as she sped up from the sound of a motorcycle revving up behind her. She didn't dare look behind her, afraid of what she'd see. Up ahead, a small alleyway appeared, only enough space for a person to get through. 'It's my only chance.' She made a sudden dash for the alleyway, turning her body to rush in. She felt the walls lightly touching her broad shoulders as she ran through to the end where a few trash cans lay. She could hear shouting behind her as a fat security guard tried to squeeze through the gap, only to win a laugh from Lynn. She rushed towards the bins, and when she knew the police weren't looking, hid behind one of them. She needed to think.

It had started on the day her mother died. It was a beautiful day and her mum had gone to pick up some groceries. Lynn and her twin brother, Joel, were sitting at home stuffing their faces with popcorn and watching Inception. About an hour later, someone called them saying they had terrible news. They wouldn't tell them what it was though. Joel's temper flared and he demanded to know what was wrong, but the woman didn't tell him. Joel had always had anger management issues, and he was working to help himself. He had a mental disorder and Lynn wanted nothing than for him to be ok. They rushed to the hospital where the woman was standing outside. Joel shouted at her for not telling him what was wrong, and she apologised before sending them to room 277. The room their mother was in. More like, the room their mothers body was in. She died from getting hit by a lorry whilst walking across the zebra crossing. Lynn couldn't hold back her tears which flowed out of her eyes at the site of her mother, her face plastered with stitches. Joel just stood there, his eyes not moving from their mothers body and his mouth agape. Judging from his expression, she knew he was upset but slightly angry. Lynn wasn't that close to her mum, but Joel was. He couldn't bear living without her.

An hour later, they left the hospital. Walking outside and around to the back where they parked Lynn's car, they spotted the woman who had called them. Joel's anger and frustration was bubbling and he ran up to her and without a second thought, punched her. They left without looking at the damage that was done, leaving the bleeding woman slumped against the wall. The next day, police had surrounded their house. The woman had given then their last name, Davies, before passing away. Joel was shocked. He'd killed someone. In the split second before the police broke open the door, Lynn made a decision. Joel couldn't pay, he was too fragile for that. Her heart shattered as she realised that she'd probably never see him again. Forcing him to run off and hide, she sat on the kitchen table, pretending she didn't realise the police were outside. They broke in and took her away, and after she managed to escape from prison, she was named the 8th most dangerous person. One out of the 10 most important people to find and hunt down.

A faint rustle jolted Lynn and she carefully peeked over the trash cans. Another police guard was making his way through the alley, watching everything, looking for her. She held her breath and closed her eyes. The only way she could get out of this was by staying silent. 10 minutes later, the police shouted something back to the other guards, his voice full of laughter. Before she could ponder over why, he felt a strong arm pull her out from behind the garbage cans and hold her up.

"I found you" the police man smirked, his voice heavily Italian. Lynn's eyes were wide with fear. They had caught her. And for some reason, she knew that they would keep it that way.

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