Day Four: Early Morning

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Droplets pummeled the island, well, maybe just this part. She stared upwards at the canopy that protected her. She felt moisture in the air; it seeped through her clothing and licked at her skin. She hugged herself, waiting it out. Some rain drops did manager to splatter against her, they dripped from the large leaves, but they were coolly refreshing. The girl leaned her head back and opened her mouth, her pink petite tongue slid forward as little beads of drizzle dripped, and dripped down upon her. She lapped up the liquid, not caring that it may have been upon wild leaves. If Raditzu could eat leaves, she could drink rain water. Of course it was hardly sufficient, but it was fun. What point was there to being a stick in the mud? She didn’t want to be a prude, or lame.

Clothing flied, and landed with a sloppy thud against the grassy floor. She ran wildly from her nook to feel the rain cascading against her. To feel free was a gift, and she had never felt so liberated before. Fuck obligations, and fuck her past. She sprang with such grace, such youth, dancing and twirling in the body that God had given her. Well, given and then altered by a mad scientist, but hers all the same. Her flesh glistened with globules of water, sliding downward and dripping from her soaked hair. Thunder rumbled above, like a laughing father. She giggled, smiled, and splashed in the newly formed puddles. So what if this was a deadly death tournament? She had made it far, lost a loved one, killed a woman, and fused. She felt very well accomplished for someone with no past to recall. She was on the high of her life.

“I will claim the title ‘Queen of The Taco shop’.” She declared, her finger pointed to the sky. “I’ll name the shop…Taco Castle, and Raditzu can be my king.” She stomped and muddy water tickled her ankles. One finger rose to her bottom lip in thought. “I hope I have money for this, I must have been rich, I didn’t have a life.” She laughed to herself, looking around with delight in her eyes. “Oooh he’ll be so happy, I just know it. The money we’ll make…we could…we could…” she paused. “Well, we could do something!” she looked to the sky. Small forks of lightening lit the area, not touching ground, but threatening to do so. She stood watching as the rain continued to soak her to the bone. She shivered, and small bumps rose against her skin, but she did not move. She looked like a nude waif in the darkness of night, not letting the rain bother her in the least bit.

“Why did I bother looking for shelter?” she asked herself. “I guess my pack will be alright, anyway.” Eighteen glanced at the thicket, although she could only see shadows as light flashed from above. She pranced forward and then froze as a foreign sound perked her senses, among other things. She looked behind her, and the sound went off once more. “A fight?” she said beneath her breathe. She drew in air between her teeth, but did not move. It was far from here, but gun fire was noticeable to her ears. She dare not venture that way, not yet. The girl slowly turned, rubbing a pale hand against her firm stomach, washing herself in a casual manner. “Look’s like I’m lucky tonight.” She smiled and rubbed with more vigor.