~Nate~
As I rode the bus home from my first day at one of many schools, I couldn't help thinking about the girl in the third row of desks. I loved how she stared me down the second time I looked at her. Like she learned from her mistakes. -Like I didn't- I thought as I fingered the scar on my back. She was nice looking too, in an easy layed back way. I had never liked the girls who wore too much makeup and short skirts who flirted all the time like Lane or Laney or whatever. But I couldn't afford to get into a relationship. There were too many secrets. Too many lies. And for the rest of the bus trip I got lost in the past.....
FLASHBACK
The man with the crooked nose gritted his teeth, the gun pointed right at me. I went against everything in my training, impulsively diving to protect her. The Girl. I never see her face, but I know she is important. She kicks and punches, well trained, but not well enough. The accomplice grabs her and points a strange machine at her. She screams for me, and I remember how dangerous love can be as the man with the crooked nose shoots me in the back, and as I writhe on the floor in pain, the machine fires at the girl, her eyes close, and the last thing I see before I black out is my father running in, yelling for me, for the girl, and the girl opens her eyes and says,"Who am I?"
