Chapter 1
If looks could kill, I would have been buried six feet underground long, long ago.
I walked the filthy city street, the citizens lucky enough to have places to go glaring at me.
I let their vicious eyes slide over me.
I don't care. I'm trained not to.
As I walk, the gun on my hip bumps against my leg, making a dull sound. It echoes in the alleyways.
I raise my face to the sky, scrunching my nose. A light mist is falling, sending the city into a chilly and ghostly atmosphere.
Around me, the broken buildings tower, only shadows of the magnificence they used to harbour.
Times like that, when the world was full and whole, are but a mere memory, only written in books and seen in the rare movie.
I hear a radio crackle, and I turn my head towards the sound. Down the street, I see another patrol. I relax.
"Soldier AAA, come back to base. I repeat. Soldier AAA come back to base." My earpiece comes to life. I answer with a one word answer and start back towards the base. My light footsteps barely make a sound on the cold hard pavement.
Up above, the dark cloudy sky gets darker. A storm is coming.
As I weave deeper into the city, the crowds of people become more dense.
But that is no problem for me.
The crowds part, not wanting to get close to me, the deadly experiment.
The government base is in the centre of the city. It's tall, doming figure made of glass reflects the stormy greys of the sky above.
Guards stand at the entrance, guns ready in their hands for anyone who dares oppose the government.
I walk in, my footsteps coming down more heavy on the marble floor. Columns stand around the room, proud and tall. I hear the elevator ding, but I ignore it. I have never once taken the elevator, because if there is one thing I can not stand, it's four walls closed around me. No where to hide. So vulnerable.
I always take the stairs.
People call it 'the harder way'.
What I do not tell them is that I've been living 'the harder way'.
They have a choice; the more difficult part, or an easy way out.
For me, the harder way is life.
My life.
YOU ARE READING
I Am Annika
AdventureI am their weapon. Their symbol of power. They hide behind me, their fearless soldier. Their perfect experiment. To some, I am dirt. To others, I am gold. But I don't want to be perfect anymore. I want to fight for what's right, not for what I have...
