Like a bolt of lightening

*....she sits silently at the table staring out the window, yet her gaze does not penetrate the glass..the pristine landscape going unnoticed.....a high pitch whistle pierces the air and instantly she is in motion, a pistol held before her as she crouches behind the table, her eyes wildly racing around her surroundings...her emerald gaze settles upon the stove and a low chuckles leaves her lips as she straightens, the pistol once more vanishing from sight...she shakes her head as she picks the steaming kettle up and pours its contents into a mug* I am way too jumpy these days *she stirs the contents then turns back to the table* But maybe I should be *a sigh passes through her lips as she once more looks out the window...her gaze wandering to the hoar frost on the shutters edge* winter's coming...suppose I should lay in more stock *...she often spoke to herself these days, after all..who was around to notice?...she lived on her own, avoiding everyone...once more she had become what she once was...a hermit...only now she no longer lived in quiet comfort upon her farm, surrounded by luxeries...now she was even more isolated, more remote.....northern Alaska was a harsh place to live, but few would think to look here..and fewer still would dare venture into this frozen wasteland....for a while she had sought the comforts of familiarity...Seattle, Spokane, the Tavern.....but that had been foolish, for the inevitable had happened and she had encountered those who knew her...that was the last thing she wished..she didn't trust herself, let alone whatever GUARD might have done to her...it had taken her a while, but she had finally made that decision...she wouldn't return there again.*

*the cup bangs down loudly on the table and the chair squeaks along the wooden floor as she pushes back and stands up. She grabs the parka from beside the door, then grabs a pair of gloves from the counter before opening the door and stepping outside. The wind plays through her hair as it coldly bites at her ears, she reaches behind her, pulling the hood over her head as she steps off the porch....there was only a few yards between the cabin and the garage, but in the dead of winter it would seem like miles...perhaps it was a good thing that she wasn't planning on going anywhere....she opens the garage door, the purr of the generators sounding almost relaxing as the lights flick on, revealing a cattrack....not many vehicles could survive the harsh weather or the harsher terrain...this was one of the few, it may be slow but it was effective...at back of the garage she grabs an axe and once more turns to leave, pausing briefly to look at the skidoo against the wall, her gaze then wandering to the sled...a residual from the previous occupant...* Maybe I should get myself a dog or two *she chuckles* at least then I have an excuse to talk out loud to myself.

*her gloved hand passes over the light switch and the heavy door closes behind her, sealing uponce more the comforting purr of the generators. She walks back towards the house then turns towards the front where the woodshed is ... her thoughts wandering over the recent past, the encounters with her friends, the confrontations while she was in the cell* gods had it been just two months? it seems so long ago *...her dreams.....those are what disturbed her the most lately* something's not right. *The axe swings down in a methodically rythmic pattern splitting log after log, her mind not on the task, instead it wanders back to her dreams, a disturbing parody of conflicts.....everything is different, her friends, her enemies..all mix up...even the past, what she remembers everything seems a jumble lately...especially 'That' night....her confusions allows her to once more replay it to examine it in her mind...yet each time she looks it seems different, something changed, almost like a barrier has broken and was falling away piece by piece.....the axe stops mid swing as yet another huge piece was revealed to her....Scratch, the man she had hated all these years, her father grief stricken over her mothers body....the axe drops unnoticed from her hands.... as she sees who it was that shot her mother, all these years she had been wrong..it was the RUNners, its all clear now, visible in her minds eye..how she could of decieved herself all this time...no, it wasn't her, she was manipulated, had to have been, there was no other way she could have had such false memories implanted....and she would have been young enough, her shields not yet formed, but who?...as if summoned Aeriks name appears in her head.* Yes, he could have done it, he was strong enough. *a harsh chuckle echoes through the woodshed* It would be his style, to turn me against my people, then turn me over to them...*...that would be him...she turns form the woodshed, pushing the door closed behind her as she wanders once more back towards the house* but how to get back? ... would they believe me?

*She re-enters the house the door slamming behind her, she throws her gloves down on the table and kicks her boots off, not caring where they land...how could they do this?... her mind angrily runs over every encounter with Aerik, every knowing smirk, every mocking glance.... she knew he was laughing each time they met, she was his toy, his experiment....* NO MORE! *the words break the silence as she restlessly paces the length of the kitchen...she had beaten him, broken the barriers that kept the true memories from surfacing....now however she wanted revenge, more than when she was imprisoned, she wanted revenge for all those lost years, years during which she had betrayed everyone....* but how to start?...* ..GUARD.....she had to rejoin...whether they would take her back, she didn't know, but she had to try..she goes around, lockingup the house, then pulls her bracelet out of the drawer and begins reprogramming it*