December 6th, 2004

tank girl


PaxFaith stood on the building's edge, the wind blowing her hair around her face.

Life had always moved at a jerky pace for her. Bright moments filled with the rush of blood and adrenaline, followed by boredom that flowed like cold treacle.

It had always been that way. When she was a child, a runaway teen, when she was first chosen; it was always as if someone was screwing with the speed of her life.

Now, as she looked across the city she protected, she felt she was finally in control of her life. Faith was at peace with herself.

open_on_sundaychallenge #89: time