Sometimes

Oh, dear Reader. Do you know what you’ve done? By looking over these pages, you’ve let her know. And she doesn’t take kindly to those who know. Not anymore. Not after what Happened.

But this doesn’t make sense, does it? Who is this she? What doesn’t she want you to know? Well, I suppose I can start with introductions then.

She is Winter Storm. A name she chose for herself. A name she enjoys better than her true one. Forty-Seven.

A number for a name? Yes, Winter is subject to this name. A number that places her in the long line of those before her. Yes, with One being the first of their kind.

One, a ruthless and cruel man with a sweet and reassuring smile. A man with hatred enough for those who abandoned him to force others into his image. His image of violence and bloodshed. When Forty-Seven entered into his facility he planned her to be the one that succeeded. The child who is experiments would finally stick to.

But Forty-Six would not allow it. He stole her away, the little Four-Seven, and hid her in an abandoned home west of civilization. He left her there for only a moment, promising his return. He fled back to One’s facility, so that his absence would not be found suspicious.

Yet One knew. And Forty-Six did not return to the week old Forty-Seven. Assuming her dead, One did not search for the child. For what newly born—and prematurely, at that—could survive one her own? I do not know how she did more than he. All I do know is that she did survive. She grew up to be a strapping young gal who learned to hunt animals near the abandoned home she dwelled within. She never wandered far, for she believed herself to be the only one of her kind. The only human left on the forest-filled land.

Eventually, however, she grew curious and she did depart. A normal young girl at the age of eighteen, abandoned, fighting to survive, left her home in search for other humans.

This is where our story begins, my dear Reader. And, for your sake, keep what you learn in these pages a secret. She could be watching.

Random writings. May take the assassin idea somewhere sometime, however! Not with Winter Storm. Her story lies elsewhere.