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The air that early fall afternoon was warm, more summer like to be honest, just the way the female liked it. In front of her, a large dark blue river winding its way through the area, the sounds of the icy cold waters flowing rather soothing, the faint whistle of a train audible in the far off distance. The sky was a deep shade of blue, not a cloud to be seen, the setting sun casting a warm golden light over the area, barely reflecting of the rusted rail bridge that spread over the river. Piled at the base of each of the bridge's pillars were broken jagged cement blocks and boulders, the face of the pillar tattooed with graffiti in various shades and shapes, in particular, a red heart and white 'o'. The river's banks were coated with a pale fine sand that, within ten feet, gave to small dunes. Thick patches of tall deciduious trees stood at the top of the dunes, their branches empty of their once broad, green leaves.

It was piled upon the top of one of the boulder piles, closest to the lines of trees, the female made herself comfortable. Had the trees not shed their leaves just a few days earlier, the female may have been hard to spot. Her pale olive fur was covered in artificially dyed patches of pine and khaki, her muzzle, fluffy chest, belly, and underside of her poofy tail a snowy white color, dainty paws jaggedly dipped in a dark black. Narrow muzzle rested gentled on crossed forepaws, thick black 'defensive' lines visible beneath the eyes that were closed as she dozed. Bracelets of bronze bullets clung tightly near her paws on her left foreleg and right hind leg. Pointed ears were pricked alert, two diamond studs glittering at the base of each ear, a single star shaped diamond stud at the top of her left ear. A pair of silverly dog tags hung loosely around her neck, the letter 'o' and a small heart the only things etched on it.

At the sound of your approaching, ashened nose twitching slightly. Lids fluttered open, long dark lashes contrasting against her pale colored fur, revealing bright crystalline blue eyes. A light sigh escaped her muzzle as her gaze fell upon the stranger wandering into her area, slightly disappointed that this stranger wasn't who she was hoping. Your directive? she asks politely, voice tained with a faint canadian accept. To learn about me...Whatever. Let's get started, shall we?

Name: Oerv.
Rank: Lance Corporal (LCpl).
Alias: O.
Age: 20.
Status: Honorary Discharge // Lockdown.
Mother: Who Cares.
Father: Too Far Away.
Love: None.
Children: None.

Likes
Yellow
Tigerlilys
21 Questions
Talking...a lot.
Cheese

Dislikes
Lies
Fighting
Onions
Green Foods
Being alone

I have a rather large familly. But most of you, you wouldn't understand it, or even recognize it as a family. And if you don't...Well...To be honest, I feel sorry for you. I have two fathers, one sister, five brothers, two nieces, and one nephew. The best family anyone could ever ask for. They'll always be my family, but not necessarily my home. They say home is where the heart is. And right now, I don't know where my heart is. For now, I'll continue my 'wandering' lifestyle until something calls me home.

Kairieme, or rather Kai, is my newest and well, to be honest, ony friend. He's the first person I met after the program. He happened to wander into my "safe place" and from there we just started playing 21 questions. Great game I tell you. Anyways, I 'adopted' him as my pet. Since I'm not commissioned by the program anymore, I can fight for who I want, when I want, and I chose Kai. Hopefully we'll stay good friends. He's got some interesting quirks, like his irrational fear of water, but for the most part, he seems like a great person, and I won't let anyone hurt him.

So you wanna know how it all began...? Ok I suppose. Let's take it back then. I feel like we need some awesome flashback effects here....Anyways! Ok, so, my parents had been together about two years before they decided to have me. During the time my mother was pregnent with me, she kept journals. In each one, she wrote about how much she detested being pregnent and how much she didn't want me. That should have been a sign of things later to come. Either way, I was born during the biggest storm of the decade. I had been a pain early on; I was colicky and born without hip sockets. A total joy of a first child, eh? Because a baby's bone are so soft and fragile, I was kept in a full body cast the first six months of my life to push my legs into where a hip socket should be to form some. I suppose this might have been the begining of my mother's resent towards me. My father on the other hand loved me more than anything in the world.

I grew up on the sunny west coast; in the central valley between the snowy moutains and the warm ocean. When I was two, my parents brought my baby brother, Chris, into the world. We were always close growing up, very close. We rarely ever went somewhere without the other. In fact, it was him that introduced me to my childhood best friend, Axil. Axil was Chris's friend, Damon's, older brother. Axil and I were the perfect duo, the four of us the perfect quartet; always getting into trouble together, jumping in mud puddles, playing with frogs, playing King of the Hill (of course I won), the usual kid stuff. We all grew up together. Of course there were rumors of Axil and I having those puppy love crushes on each other, and there was some validity to those childish taunts, but neither of us would ever admit to it. On the outside, my life looked like the picture perfect life. No one knew what went on behind closed doors.

When I was seven years old, my picture perfect family began falling apart. My mother began cheating on my father, chain smoking, and started developing some kind of psychotic disorder. My father, finally sick of her antics, decided to leave her, or maybe that's the way I choose to believe it. My brother and I spent endless nights in our room, trying to keep ourselves occupied while the shrill screams and fighting went on down the hall. It got so bad, my father suggested that Chris and I go live with Axil and Damon's family. It was then I met their sisters, Dena and Alia. The entire time, their family simply thought that my parents were going on a vacation.

Three years later, my mom and dad finally 'officially' split, and my mom decided she wanted to be as far away from my dad as possible. So, she picked my brother and I up in the middle of the night and moved us across country without saying a word. She broke into Axil's home, took my brother and I, packed the car, and drove for three days. Chris and I thought we were going on a vacation. After a week, we realized we weren't going back to the west coast. We never got a chance to say goodbye to our friends, Damon, Dena, Alia...Axil. What hurt the most? We never got to say goodbye to our father.

It was after my mother left that my father finally came out. And despite the fact that he was 'different' from all the other dads, that never changed my love for him. In fact, seeing my father go through such hard times, and seeing him so strong quite possibly intensified my love for him. It was then that we found out about our 'step' family. I now had two dads, two more younger brothers, an older sister, an older brother, an older brother-in-law, two baby nieces, and a nephew, all of which were not related to me by blood nor marriage. But those people were the closest thing to family that I had, and quite possibly the best family I could ever ask for. The only thing that bothered me was that I'd never be able to see them after my mother took us away.

So we began our new life on the east coast. Away from my dad. Away from my second 'family'. Away from my best friend. We quickly lost all contact with our old lives. It was then I started noticing the change in my mother. How one day she'd be calm and happy and within an instant, she hated me and along with everything else. Then the next day, it was like nothing had every happened. Some nights were so bad, I'd lock myself in the bathroom with the shower running just to get away from her violent yelling and verbal abuse. I never understood how a mother could be so cruel to her own children. My poor brother never knew how to deal with it. He quickly became very distant and started acting out. Our closeness soon diminished; he was someone I didn't know. I was always the good girl; the silly, goofy, never getting into trouble, hanging with the right crowd, straight A's, good girl. You know, all that jazz. I had some of the best girlfriends a young girl could ask for. I had everything a girl could ask for, everything but a mother's love.

I ended up finding solace in my first crush, Daze. He was the boy all the girls wanted. When I finally managed to snag him, everyone was jealous. I was only 14 when I started seeing him. It was my first serious 'boyfriend', if you could even call it serious. I quickly became wrapped up in him. Finally, someone to give me some kind of love I had craved since we'd moved. I spent so much time with him, my girl friends began getting really frustrated with me. I took it as jealousy, and began getting really defensive. When the say love makes you blind, they really mean it. My friends started disappearing and soon enough, what I thought was the greatest thing in my life, turned out to be the worst thing.

Fifteen to eighteen are really fuzzy for me. That was most definitely the darkest period of my life. My relationship with Daze became unhealthy. Sure, again, I thought I was getting the love I so craved...And the people outside of me thought I was the happiest girl alive. Daze began telling me I wasn't allowed to hang out with anyone but him. It wasn't like that was too much of a problem. My mother hated me, my friends had deserted me. If he found out that I had been out with someone else, especially another male, I had it in for me the next time I saw him. At first, it was just a very stern yelling at. But soon enough, that wasn't enough for him. It escalated into a rough grab at my arm, a slap across the face, and when that wasn't enough...I used every lame exuse in the book, 'Oh, I feel down some stairs,' 'Oh, yeah, I'm just clumsy. Ran into the wall.' Silly me. I went from the confident, crazy, hyper little girl to a very shy, insecure, and emotional girl.

There were times I wanted to get out of it, that I wanted to run away. But he threatened to kill me if I'd ever thought about it. The beatings became a nightly ritual. He always found some reason to justify it. Chris had finally had enough and moved back to the west coast. My father was on the other side of the country. My mother was too wrapped up in herself to even notice the black eyes and bruises. I'd lay awake at night, alone in my room, until I cried myself to sleep. At school, I was so pleasant on the outside. Inside? I was screaming for someone to help me. I was always involved in the school band, marching, honor's wind ensemble, pit orchestra for the musicals, everything. I met a lot of really nice people there, one of them being Jay. Jay was a sweetheart. If I needed someone to talk to, he was there to listen. Daze was always furious when he found out I'd been talking to him.

One night, after a group of people from the band decided to go out bowling and invited me, Jay included, Daze caught me there. Of course I'd lied and told him that I was visiting a family member. I wasn't only in trouble for lying, but in trouble for hanging out with Jay. That night, Daze pushed me down a flight of stairs, breaking my arm. I was eighteen by then. I'd run out of Daze's house, in the middle of a harsh east coast winter, bleeding and badly injured. I didn't know where to turn. My mother would blame my own clumsiness and tell me to take care of myself. I had no real friends. I had nothing left for me on the east coast. I did the only thing I could do. I went to the hospital and then...I ran.

After four years of abuse, four years of no one noticing, I didn't know where to turn. I felt so ashamed, so defeated, so useless. My family was so far away. The east coast held nothing for me. So, I wandered aimlessly. I ended up down south. It was there that I met a group of people in what they called 'The Program'. They all seemed so confident, so happy. I wanted what I had back. They recruited me into The Program. The Program was designed as a defensive program. We went through a boot camp period of time where we were conditioned into tight shape and trained in the basics. We were taught to defend the lives of the good, and demolish the lives of those that were bad. We were told to do anything humanly possible to keep those we protected safe, even if it meant killing someone, or dying for them. I just barely passed the boot camp stage. After four years of abuse, I didn't do so well with my higher ups yelling in my face. I cracked, a lot, and often cried. But when it came down to it, I was ready to do anything that The Program asked me to do. Upon completion of boot camp, we were transferred to another region of the lower east coast to train further into the ways of The Program. It was in this camp that I ran back into him; Axil.

Axil had been stationed here a year previous to me and it didn't take long for us to rekindle our friendship. If it weren't for him, I probably would have left The Program a lot sooner. Even though relationships were forbidden between two people in The Program, Axil and I decided to venture into our own secret relationship. We were allowed off base once a week. One night, Axil decided to take me down to a river to watch the sunset. There was an old rail bridge, and a sandy beach. He'd brought a can of spray paint and on one of the bridges pillars, he'd sketched an "o" with a heart next to it. I slowly felt myself becoming more and more comfortable with him, and soon felt myself falling in love with him. But when it comes to my life, my happiness never stays too long.

Two months after we started our relationship, our higher ups found out. A mutual friend of ours had slipped one drunken night. As I told you before, relationships are forbidden. Without a single warning, Axil was re-stationed overseas on a covert mission for who knows how long. And me? I was honorary discharged. For the second time in my life, I wasn't allowed to say goodbye. Once again, I was left alone with no where to turn.

Of course, I could have gone back to my family, but something inside me broke the night he left. Sure, I'd regained my confidence and faith in myself, but when he left, he took something with him. I took to a wandering lifestyle and ventured out on the lower more tropical east coast for a while. I was never content. Something drew me back to the river spot with my 'o' on the bridge. So here I am, waiting for who knows what. Not sure if he's alive or not, waiting...

So this place really means a lot to me. I mean, well, a lot, a lot to me. After I first got, uh, discharged from the program, this was the first place I wandered to that just felt, safe. Calm. Secluded...Well, aside from the train that rumbles through every hour. Maybe that's part of its charm. Or maybe its the graffiti on the bridge legs. Actually, the graffiti is what really drew me in. The heart with an 'O' next to it. Either way, I made this place my home. No matter how far away I wandered, I some how always make my way back here. I've met a few people here. This was the first place Axil brought me as a 'couple' type thing. This was the place he told me to wait for him. The place that he'd promise to come back to me. Maybe that's why I keep coming back here. I keep hoping that maybe, maybe he'll come back to me. Maybe one day, we'll be able to be together. Maybe...

Take one for the road.