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Intro

Acquiring a Taste for Life

Bella’s POV

There has only been one time that I thought I wouldn’t make it back, that all my luck had finally been exhausted or that maybe Fate or Karma were about to rear there ugly heads in my direction.

What ill hearted bitches they both are when tested repeatedly.

The sounds that were searching to find me were deafening and the smell of gunpowder and gas seemed to clog my already throbbing mind.  My body was demanding to shut down but my mind was too sharp to ignore the signs of life.

There was pain, and I welcomed it.

Pain means that you are still alive and as long as I was alive there was always a possibly to make it out.  I was trained to find these possibilities in rather impossible situations.

I had only one option that didn’t really sound like an option at all, but I couldn’t be picky, not when I could hear waves of heavy footsteps carrying high powered weaponry just a floor below me. There was no plan B, no rethinking, no chance of making it either way, so I unloaded a full clip into the closest window and dove head first out into the sixty-story drop below.

I did make it out that night, however knowing what I know now I might have been better off to drown in the icy water’s of the Chicago Bay.

Lives would have been spared.

The Collective would be intact.

And I wouldn’t be stuck trying to hold onto life while the world around me went up in smoke.