It's a dark and stormy night... No, that's not right. It's actually a really clear night, the stars shimmering brighter than ever before. I stare up at the sky, half watching the stars move past, half trying to make myself look like I'm not doing anything. I can barely breathe, but I try to get as big a breath as I can in order to try and reach into my dress pocket, reaching for my knife. The wagon hits a rock and I hit my head on the side, groaning. "Son of a bitch."
My name is Viper. No last name just an orphan. If I did have one, I wouldn't use it. It would probably ruin my criminal street cred. You heard that right. Sixteen and already a smooth criminal. That's what landed me on this wagon. A wagon straight to the biggest and most secure prison in the country. Regardless, I continue to reach for my knife until finally, it slips into my fingers and I begin to rip through the ropes that bind my hands together. I feel them break loose and I grin, reaching to my feet. "Free," I whisper. I scramble to get up, although it's a bit difficult to do since the road was bumpy, and the wagon keeps moving harshly. So instead, I lay on my back close to the hatch door and kick it open. The wind hits my face, and I jump out, landing and rolling on the ground. I watch the wagon get smaller in the distance and I flip it off like a badass would.
The only problem I have now is that I have no idea where I'm even at. All that's around is a road and a whole lot of trees. I groan and stare at them, deciding whether to go left or right. And, of course, I choose straight. Because I am a straight independent woman who don't need no man!
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The Princess and The Murderer
General FictionViper is a sixteen year old girl in way over her head. She's a criminal with a secret past she has no insight into. She's only digging herself deeper and deeper into her grave until it all becomes too much for her. What will she do?
