Wraak- Chapter 1"Agent Smith?"
Jas studied the tall figure who appeared in front of her. He was tall,
and filled his suit well. His rugged face framed piercing gray eyes
and looked down on her condescendingly. Without asking, Jas knew he
wasn't fully briefed on his assignment. She smiled and nodded. "That's
He nodded knowingly, but Jas also noted a sort of disappointment in
those steely eyes of his, as if he regarded the whole assignment as a
waste of his precious time. "Aren't you a little young to be a bounty
hunter?" He shook his head when she didn't answer."Suit yourself.
Jas heard claws click on the terrazzo floor behind her, followed by a
low growl.She chuckled at him as his face turned to alarm, then that
odd look some people get when confronted with an angry chihuahua.
"Shouldn't you have that thing on a leash?"
Wraak growled again, this time standing next to her companion.
"That's not necessary, she probably has a higher IQ than you do, and is
quite capable of behaving civili
Beauty of the brokenThey lace her skin
Grim reminders of her past
Some are silvery white
Some still pink and tender
People tell her to cover them up
'no one wants to know the ugly truth'
But to her, their symbolism
Is of beauty
Because if he hadn't come along,
She wouldn't have these scars
Because in order for scars to form
Healing needs to take place
And as everyone knows
The wounds of a cadaver don't heal
Those ugly marks along her body
Are the badges of a survivor
The beauty of the broken
FoxBaying of the hounds behind me
Crashing through the trees
I run; A creature hunted
My secret with my life I keep
Under branch and over boulder
My hungry feet eating their fill
Of the dark and loamy earth
Those terrible voices
I cross a stream
I can only hope
They lose my sent
The voices gone
Only then do I go
Cub clutched tightly
My precious treasure
My little secret