The Renegade

Chapter 2: New Beginnings

Ignacia's mind was racing. Blood pumping. Heart pounding. She could hear something. Someone, distant. And far off. The voice bubbled from around her; as if Ignacia were underwater, and the person was on the surface above her.

It felt like she had actually opened her eyes whenever she looked up to the talking woman in front of her, her arm outstretched. The woman's brows were furrowed. That's mostly all she could see of her face besides her mud brown eyes, though, since she had a bandana tied around her head, wrapping around her red hair. Ignacia thought that the color was unnatural, and that she colored her locks. It was a bright red, though it was dirtied thanks to what looked like months of not showering.

Ignacia blinked. And then a sudden pain strikes through her sides, earning a sudden yelp.

The woman clears her throat and shifts on the table she sat on. "You're going to be hurting for a while."

Ignacia simply looks at the woman. She must have displayed some expression of confusion, since the woman adds, "You were shot. Our tact team was careless, and they shot you. We can't disclose any more details to you, so we would simply like to apologize. For the inconvenience."

Ignacia glances around, turning to a mirrored wall to her side. She lifted her arm to see bandages wrapped around her stomach region and her breast and a couple around her right arm. Dang. Let's hope she can still use her right arm. Otherwise she would only have... one left. She chuckled at her inward thoughts. The woman raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Alright well, if that's all? I wanted to apologize. So I did. You have no more reason to be here. My comrade will be in soon to collect you." Ignacia wrapped her arms around her stomach region, not being the skinniest of people. She was pretty self conscious of this, actually. Though she wasn't showing much skin at all.

"Uh... can you-"

But the woman had already left, and the door was swinging closed. Ignacia acted quickly, putting a hand on the side of the door. She turned back into the room, seeing nothing that she would like to grab. She felt at her sides, realizing that the dagger that she had before was missing. Giving the room one last glance, she deducts that, in whatever case, it was else ware. Ignacia tugs on the door and pulls it open.

She steps into the hall to be welcomed with a faint smell of pumpkin. Ignacia didn't know where she was going. She didn't know where she was. So, as a result, she walked aimlessly through the halls. Hoping not be found. She didn't exactly have a plan. Correction: She didn't have a plan. She sort of just went with the flow. Or more or less the scent of pumpkin. It smelled amazing, and damn was she hungry.
Eventually, she found her way to a pair of doors that led to, what she assumed, was the kitchen. She glanced inside through a window, and when she saw the coast was clear, pushed open the door. She had been smelling a dessert of some sort? She couldn't quite place it. But whatever it was, it looked delicious. There were many of the small treats, so she grabbed one to try. Boy, was she in for a surprise.
The pumpkin hit her tongue first. But the great thing was it wasn't just pumpkin. It was cinnamon and other spices. Ignacia liked to cook and bake, though she wasn't what you would call a professional, far from it. But she could definetly appreciate a good combination of ingredients. She took another bite, and something cold bit at her teeth. She pulled away, and realized that, in the middle of the strange cookie, was some type of ice cream. Ignacia, from there, devoured the treat, and grabbed one more for the road. She also, on her way out, grabbed one of the butcher knives. She hadn't planned on using it on any of the inhabitants of this strange place, but the creatures that she expected to find outside of it. So, with cookie in hand and knife in pocket, Ignacia heads to what she assumed was the exit. This must have been some kind of refugee camp or something, being that they took her in. She approaches some steel double doors. She inhales sharply, pushing open the right door. She freezes in her place. Inside of the room was what looked like a training area. The room held less than a dozen people. Amongst them, the woman who was in the room from before. Upon her face? A cold glare.