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(Name) flung her head wildly through the shadows. What was she running from? It didn't matter.She knew was that to be caught was to be killed. (Name) kept on running, tripping and stumbing. Finnally when she had fallen over a rotted timber she gave in. (Name) lay there on the slimy moss gasping for breath now feeling all her bitter wounds. It stared at her scalp where clumps of hair were missing from where the branches of the hollowed forest had gotten tangled in it. It then reached her face there tears burned down her bruised lip and swollen cheeks. The pains reached all the way through her body to her blistered feet. (Name) flipped onto her back to glance at the star less sky. She mouthed the words through her dry lips

'How did this happen?'

~Flashback 1 year ago~

(Name) had been in Europe wanting to get to know the culture there. It didnt fase anyone that the Italian empire had declared war on France. In fact is was more unusual to be in peace in this world. (Name) sat on the railing of the balcony of the hotel ahe was staying at watching the bombs go of like fireworks. She was to head to the next town the next day to return home.
The following morning (Name) left with all her bags as she trudged out the front revolving doors she noticed the chaos and calamity going on outside. The bombs from last nights raid were directed at the leader of the Northern Italian empire Luciano. He had to evacuate his base when the French troops claimed his capital, but now Italy had a firm grab on Paris (thinks of yaoi *shot) so neither side was winning at the moment. (Name) had to think quick. The city was being closed off so as to catch Luciano but there was no way she was going to get caught here with soldiers and that dreadful man. See, Luciano was known for being heartless and violent especially toward his brother Flavio who had chosen to not take part in this war. In short not a guy you would want to meet.
(Name) whispered to herself 'There's got to be a way out'. She averted her eyes to a nearby alleyway. She slipped through it and to a large gate. The gate groaned with every inch she moved it. 'Please no one here it' she thought. At last she moved it just enough to get through when a soldiar spotted her. "You There!" he yelled. (Name) forgot all about her quiet movements and bolted as fast as her legs could take her. The soldiar followed behind until she reached the outer edge of town and escaped into the surrounding forest. The soldiar soon gave up the chase leaving her in the cold dank woods.
(Name) didnt realize just how cold winter in Italy could be but she soon found out. Every step she took felt like General Winter himself was forcing all his might into stopping her. What was she thinking? Where could she go? People dont realize that no one saves Cinderella. At least no one does anymore. She slumped against a large oak tree letting the water seep through the bottom of her dress. She recalled her mother how sweet she had been. She always smelled like lilacs and always smiled at least what you remembered. One day some soldiars came to the door. Now this was a common occurrence. With war going on almost infinetly they would show up and ask for a meal or a place to stay, but not today. The soldiar grabbed her mother's hair and slammed her against the table. (Name) ran to the closet. At the time you were too young to understand what they were doing but now you knew. When they were done raping her she tried to get up but when she moved the soldiar hit her with the butt of his gun. She never moved again. All (Name) could do was curl up and pray they didnt find her. Fate is never kind.
"Ciao" the soldiar said. He had a scruffy beard and violet eyes. (Name) screamed. The soldiars beat her by the time the police had come it was too late. (Name) was battered and your mother was dead. Your father was a rich business man whose image would be sullied by the metion of a lost child not to metion the child of a murdered woman. He denied she was his and sent her to an orphange. (Name) furrowed her brows and winced at the thought. Maybe this was why she hated Italians. She started getting tired the running having caught up to her. Her head fell over and she fell into a deep sleep. She didnt even feel the fingers pulling hair out of her face.