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by Andrea
I stand at the edge of the ocean. Looking at the crashing and breaking waves. Which bring me peace of mind. The waves remind me that the world goes on, sometimes peacefully, and sometimes not so peacefully. The waves remind me that life goes on, even if you are being pursued and sought after everywhere you go.
You see, I’m a Pretender. I’m on the run from the Centre. They want me back, because I used to do SIMs for them, which made them a lot of money. I had always thought that my SIMs were being used to help people. Then I learned the truth. They were used for evil. And I escaped…leaving everything and nothing behind me.
Now, I have a human bloodhound on my trail. Miss Parker. She used to be the centre of my world, the one who brought me happiness, even in the dreary Centre. Then, her mother was killed. Parker was sent away to boarding school, and when she came back she was no longer the young girl I had known.
She had transformed from a sweet, innocent child into a woman with an icy demeanor. I missed the child she had once been.
She’s on my trail, trying to find recapture me. Parker has a deal with her father, bring me back, leave the Centre. She was foolish enough to believe him. But I know that he will never let her go.
She still loves him, even after what he’s done to her.
Sydney is after me as well, along with Broots. I’ve worked with Broots once or twice, he’s a nice guy. I think he has a crush on Parker…but that will never become a reality.
Sydney is the one who trained me. He was my father during those years at the Centre. I turn to him when ever I need him.
I realize the time. It is 2 in the morning, time for my call to Miss Parker. I dial the number, and wait for her to pick up.
"What?" she half screams, half growls into the phone.
"Hello," I say.
"Jarod. What do you want now?"
"Nothing. Just wanted to check on you."
"Yeah, sure." Her voice is tired.
I say nothing for a few minutes, listening to the silence. Just before I am ready to end this conversation, I hold the phone out over the deck.
After I hang up, my thoughts turn once more toward my childhood friend, now my enemy, the Hunter.
Its amazing Parker isn’t dead, after all she’s been though. Just a few months ago, she’d been shot while trying to save father. It was not her first. A few years ago she had been shot, by Brigitte, while again trying to save her father. Add to that the stress of working at the Centre, and the strain of living under lies…it’s a miracle she’s still alive.
But Parker’s always been a fighter. Always will be.
The sound of a car parking interupts my thoughts. I can tell that it Parker’s Porsche Boxter. As with most things of her’s, it is black. A car door slams, and footsteps start toward me.
I turn, and watch her.
She heads for me, her hand at her back. I just stand there, watching.
I’m not surprised that she found me so fast. Parker’s been getting better at following my abstract clues.
Most people would look dead at 2 in the morning, but of course Parker doesn’t. Its 2 in the morning, and she’s in a business suit. One of her usual Centre outfits. I guess she doesn’t pack anything else.
Parker reaches me, and draws her gun. "Jarod."
I still stand, just watching. But as she goes to grab my wrists, I suddenly run.
Of course, she isn’t surprised. Parker starts following, but she won’t be able to catch me, for my car is parked a few yards away. I jump into my Jeep, and start the engine.
I leave her, standing there. I leave her standing there. Even though I want to take her with me, take her away from the Centre I leave her there.
Author's Note: I'd like to thank everybody that helped me with this fic, especially Amiee, Nash, and Kerry.
Disclaim: I do not own the Pretender.
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