Snippet #7796

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a bright, orange and red glow over the world. A lone, young woman stood by the retreating tide, her feet digging into the damp sand. Her tall, willowy figure stood out on the barren beach, a simple silhouette of a woman. One wouldn't be able to make out her features of they stood behind her, as the light cast from the sun hid the specifics. Most people tended to avoid her anyway. She wasn't one to include herself in the happenings of the small neighborhood, and the people took this to mean that she was a snob. She wasn't, she just didn't want anyone getting too close, as they could figure out what she was. A Serial. That's what they called her. How could anyone understand that she had had no choice in becoming what she was? These abilities had been forced upon her, not something she had gotten by choice.

With a sigh she turned and began to walk along the waters edge. She hadn't been in touch with the other Serials since she had settled down in this place, and that was how she wanted it to say. The more Serials there were in one place, the more SSH agents they tended to attract, not to mention the attention of other people in general. The first seven could be dead for all she knew, but she had a hunch that they weren't. None of them were dumb enough to be caught by the SSH. Or so she assumed. Sometimes the SSH were tricky beings, but usually they were no match for a Serial's abilities.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the calming sounds of the ocean, the feel of the beating tide on her feet, and the slight breeze that blew her hair towards the right. She loved the water, had loved it even before she had been experimented on. It was what kept her at ease in these tough times. Without it, she didn't think she would be as relaxed about the entire hunt. But it didn't bother her here, she felt incredibly safe with the water by her side.