|Chasing Number 9125
Author: toxicninja PM
Isabel Rose was kidnapped by scientists ever since she four for the purpose of experimenting, and on one faithful day, they succeed. With her abilities, she is able to escape their clutches and live on her own. But being a mutant isn't always easy. (Sorry for the horrible summary, I was afraid that I'd give away the plot)Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Sci-Fi/Humor - Chapters: 9 - Words: 11,438 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 04-06-13 - Published: 08-21-12 - id: 3052337
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Though I remember that event like it was yesterday, it happened five years ago. I am now twelve years old. Did I find my family? Nope. Did I regain my normal life? Definitely not. Am I still on the run from the demon scientists? Of course I am.
I thought that after I escaped, they would forget about me. Obviously I was wrong. I'll always be hunted by them. They would kill to have me back. And they have. Which is why I can't go home. Wherever I am, I put others in danger of dying. I can't risk that. So for that reason, I practically live in the forest. Of course I come out to get food and water all the time, but I try not to socialize too much. Besides, I'm always changing locations. If I did make any friends, I'd have to ditch them and move on.
And since I'm fending for myself, I'm forced to live a thief's life. I have to steal everything I need: clothes, food, water, and blankets. Over the years, I've gotten a little too good at stealing. I'll be in and out of a store within in seconds, and no one will notice I was even there.
I sighed and leaned back on the tree, letting my legs dangle from the branch I sat on. It was early in the morning, around six or seven o'clock. The september air was cold and stale. I wanted to stay in the tree, but my stomach was screaming for food, so I decided it was time to get started.
I stuffed my blanket into my worn-down backpack, which was hanging on a small branch above me. I took out my sneakers from the front pouch, which were falling apart because of all the years of running away. After I laced them up, I looked down at the forest floor. I was about two stories up, which now seemed like two feet for me. I strapped on my backpack, then closed my eyes. Then I squatted down, and pushed myself forward. Wind rushed past me, making my already messy hair go wild. I loved the feeling. It felt more like flying than falling. The hoodie of my jacket flapped violently in the wind, blocking out the noise of everything around me. I hit the ground quickly, ending my exciting descent. I stood up, brushing the dirt off of my only pair of pants. After I looked somewhat decent, I headed out of the forest. The walk was a long and lonely one. City noises buzzed in the background. Very few animals were in this forest, very few when I was around, at least. Colored leaves scattered on the ground, making a crunching noise when I stepped on them. The sound of cars zipping by increased gave me the cue to find an empty area where I could step out without being noticed. I slipped out by a closed-off road, with no workers at the time. I ran across the street, and onto the sidewalk. After I turned a few corners, I came across a cluster of shops. Luckily, one of them happened to be a restaurant. I steered myself to the very back of the restaurant, and waited behind a concrete wall. I peered out to see a large trash can. Perfect. I backed up against a wall again when I heard the sound of of the back door opening. I quieted my breathing, and listened to the noise of trays being emptied into the garbage. Moments later, I heard retreating footsteps, followed by the click of the the closing door.
I let out a deep breath, and emerged from the wall. I walked over to the trash bin, and took a look inside. I could've sworn my stomach did a little dance when saw that person had dumped a load of food. Definitely edible, but not servable, food. What a waste. I pulled myself up and sat on the edge. I always get excited when I find stuff in the trash, because it meant I didn't have to steal. It's not exactly a five star meal, but it's food. I bent down to grab a cold pancake, but I was interrupted by a crash and an ear-splitting shrill. I quickly sat up and turned my head as chorus of screams arose. "Here we go again," I thought, and hopped of the edge.
"Over the years, the scientists realized that they were no match for me. They stopped trying to catch me themselves. They brought me worthy components," I thought as I ran toward the screaming. I pulled down my hoodie, so it covered my face in way where I could still see clearly, but no one could see who was. "Over the years..." I continued think, "I've realized I'm not alone."