Life. It was such a fragile thing. Like a candle, it burned brightly, lighting up a path through the darkness, the unknown surrounding it. But like a candle.. anything could simply, sneak up on it and snuff it out. Like fire.. life needed certain things to keep going.
When someone's life grew out of control and started to run amock, terrorize the majority.. the authorities would have to step in, take care of things. In fire's case, firefighters and their big hoses. For normal people? Police officers and a gun.
For people like Arielle? The government and various kinds of weaponry and specialists who weren't afraid of using tanks to get their point across. Its how it had always been for her kind and how it would always be.
So when she woke up from yet another nightmare, showing the downfall and extermination of her race, she wasn't at all concerned. Dreams like that had invaded her sleep for months. At first she'd been scared, but like everything else in the world, it was something she just had to get used to. They would always be in danger, it was a fact, nothing to be afraid of. There was no way they'd be found. The school was too cleverly hidden. Their security system rivaled that of the White House.
Even if she wasn't concerned.. the nightmares still woke her, practically hyperventilating. With her breathing controlled, she sighed, noting the ever present fever she had, her body temperature usually ranging at about lethal for normal humans. 105 degrees Fahrenheit. Her bones and joints felt achy and on fire. It was normal. When she was little, she'd always been in the hospital, her parents worrying constantly about her, afraid she was going to die.
No one could figure her out, but they kept up the treatments, figuring that's the only logical reason she was still breathing. Then she woke up one night and the whole building was on fire. Needless to say, she realized she never was going to get better.
Throwing off the covers, she glanced around the room, taking in the site. She almost forgot she'd moved all her stuff around to make room for her new roommate. Half of her space was gone, being given to some strange girl. Strange as in, not normal, not as in weird. She stood and stretched her arms above her head, glancing towards the window and pouting.
"This is going to be one interesting Saturday..." She muttered to herself, staring out at the rainy day unhappily.
When someone's life grew out of control and started to run amock, terrorize the majority.. the authorities would have to step in, take care of things. In fire's case, firefighters and their big hoses. For normal people? Police officers and a gun.
For people like Arielle? The government and various kinds of weaponry and specialists who weren't afraid of using tanks to get their point across. Its how it had always been for her kind and how it would always be.
So when she woke up from yet another nightmare, showing the downfall and extermination of her race, she wasn't at all concerned. Dreams like that had invaded her sleep for months. At first she'd been scared, but like everything else in the world, it was something she just had to get used to. They would always be in danger, it was a fact, nothing to be afraid of. There was no way they'd be found. The school was too cleverly hidden. Their security system rivaled that of the White House.
Even if she wasn't concerned.. the nightmares still woke her, practically hyperventilating. With her breathing controlled, she sighed, noting the ever present fever she had, her body temperature usually ranging at about lethal for normal humans. 105 degrees Fahrenheit. Her bones and joints felt achy and on fire. It was normal. When she was little, she'd always been in the hospital, her parents worrying constantly about her, afraid she was going to die.
No one could figure her out, but they kept up the treatments, figuring that's the only logical reason she was still breathing. Then she woke up one night and the whole building was on fire. Needless to say, she realized she never was going to get better.
Throwing off the covers, she glanced around the room, taking in the site. She almost forgot she'd moved all her stuff around to make room for her new roommate. Half of her space was gone, being given to some strange girl. Strange as in, not normal, not as in weird. She stood and stretched her arms above her head, glancing towards the window and pouting.
"This is going to be one interesting Saturday..." She muttered to herself, staring out at the rainy day unhappily.