Ok, I finally decided to write this down. dunno if I'll finish it, but this character..I wanted to write her for years, I've had her in amny series, many au's. OK..
here goes nothing.


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The first thing she noticed was the air. It smelled filthy, blood, oily. Dirt and sweat were clinging to her body like a second skin.

*You've earned this Paris, you really do.*

She tried to sit up. Listen to the humming on the engine. Nobody ever came down here. Into the engine room. It smelled. It was loud. Not enough air. Not enough. *I am not.* How often had she wished it to simply be over, how often had she tried to end it. No such luck. she was the only one who knew. The only one, but who was she really? A sigh escaped her lips. She wished she could turn back time. No such luck.

Who was she.
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Ok..and read this story! oiiii..goood!