Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Survivors

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 03: Nature’s Call

After being assaulted by a sonic weapon of some sort, and seeing the dirty humanoid with the metal stick the sound must have originated from, Kara decided two things. She had apparently stolen the round brown objects and humans dealt with theft in a different manner than Kryptonians. Rather than finding out if there were other punishments or even what happened to the man who punished her for the transgression, Kara ran. Bag in one hand, Kal El in her other arm, she ran fast and did not stop.

The blonde ran through the night, avoiding the sounds she had come to associate with pain, the mechanical contraptions that rolled the black paths, the sounds of human voices, the smells of large dwellings, the smaller villages and anything she associated with noise. She ran through the day, not stopping with Kal El, who slept in her arm, until he absolutely demanded food. The land was flat before, flatter than what she was accustomed to, without the tall rock structures and streams. In Nebraska she had found a stream, a very large stream, much longer than and wider than the one she had drank from earlier. She was thirsty and knew Kal needed more water with his food and by sundown the next day, the blonde decided it was safe enough to stop along the river in a small patch of trees that, unknown to her, bordered the Kansas, Missouri State line.

Taking out one of the few remaining food rations and she tasted the river water, thought it was dirtier, it seemed drinkable. She dripped a bit onto Kal El’s food tray and luckily the food had the same reaction, even if Kal El did not. He did not seem to enjoy the food as much, whining in between bites and spitting half of it out, but hunger won over so most found its way into his belly.

Kara’s belly was a different story. Instead of hunger for once, her stomach was not happy. Looking around she decided there was no refresher here and the girl simply refused to do her business outside.

“This is not good. I don’t think my stomach agrees with the vegetables I ate. Or maybe I shouldn’t have eaten so many.” Kara sighed, talking to Kal El or herself. She suspected most of the time she was talking to herself but having Kal El there made her feel as if she wasn’t losing her mind, or as lonely.

Then Kara smelt the most wonderful thing she had smelt since arriving here. Turning to pick up Kal, she was thankful he was asleep, as she wasn’t certain about him actually drinking the water here. It tasted very different, much grittier along with other tastes. She could see the vague movements under the water that she took for biological entities and wondered if they contributed to the taste. This water was much deeper than the brook she had found and moved much quicker. Deciding to investigate, despite being scared out of her mind at the moment, Kara gently picked Kal up and walked slowly towards the smell that had captivated her.

Luckily the smell was still in the thicket of trees she had found herself in. Peering out behind a large trunk she was transfixed by what she saw.

A large group of people, many in fabric, small dwellings were walking about, talking and seemed to be having a generally good time. It reminded her of the parties she used to attend with her parents. Instead of lavish tables, and artificial lights, this party seemed to be in the open, under the skies. She spied the fires and the metal contraptions over them. They were loud but not as loud as the cities she had neared. Despite the smell and wish to rush the gathering, eating everything in sight, despite her stomach pain, Kara waited uncomfortably. If these people had congregated so far from a large or even small city, they had to have a method for waste, right?

Taking a deep breath, Kara investigated further with her nose. She saw a male humanoid moving towards the back of the gathering towards a small blue rectangular structure. When he opened the door, the smell hit her immediately.

“I can’t believe he is actually going in there, voluntarily. That is a worse punishment than the Phantom Zone.” she whispered to herself, yes talking to herself. Kal was still fast asleep.

Kara continued to investigate the campground, counting 22 humanoids, some a little older than Kal El, some appearing her age and some, many, much older, perhaps her parents age.

The Kryptonian knelt behind the tree, watching the gathering as the night grew longer. Many of the humanoids drifted into their fabric dwellings, only a few guards remaining. Looking at them, they did not appear to be alert guards and were soon snoring, sitting in chairs and holding silver metal cans in their hands. Kara made her way around the camp site and took in the strange small blue polymer building. It was tall but not very wide. She saw no others and the closer she got, the worse the smell became, even with the door closed.

“This is bad.” she mumbled. Though the stomach cramp that shot through her reminded the blonde that she had one or two options. Take care of her business outside, which absolutely appalled her, or enter the building that was smaller than her pod and smelt as if Rao himself would send people into it for eternal punishment.

“I can hold my breath. I can’t leave you alone but the bag can stay hidden. We only have two bottles and two rations left. The crystals… I suppose those are all we have left of our home. Except for this.”

Kara reached into her shirt, intending to pull her mother’s necklace out and look at it once more, in the event she actually died in the small building.

Her fingers found nothing and a dread filled Kara. She remembered the humanoid with the sonic weapon had grabbed her from behind by the neck. It must have come off and Kara had no idea how to go back, or even if she could survive the assault of sound that reminded her of the explosion she heard before Krypton was gone forever.

“It’s gone.” she whimpered. “It was all I had and its gone.” How could she not have noticed?

Why would she? For the past sundown and sunup and sundown Kara had been running, concentrating on staying out of sight and finding water, food, concentrating on surviving.

“It’s gone. I can’t believe I left it. Rao, Kal its all gone. Everything. All we have are these stupid crystals. I don’t care about the crystals, I just want my mother. Why isn’t she here Kal? I just… I want my mother!” she practically screamed, but held it to an angry whisper. She knew the tears were falling down her face, leaving streaks through the dirt she had no doubt were there, but… it was gone. Her parents were dead…

Kara shook her head and grim determination sat on her face now. She was no longer a member of her house. She had no house. All Kara had was Kal El. Her necklace was gone, her stupid assumption that she would always be fed, always have a bed, always have whatever she wanted was gone. The girl had no option. She would have to steal, have to do whatever it took to survive. This was it, she was a criminal and if she wanted to live, she would have to deal with that fact of life. Grief gave way to anger. Anger wold motivate her, grief would destroy her. At some point she prayed to Rao that she would be able to find a safe place, a hidden place that she could dwell for a while in safety and break down, let all the emotions go. But right now her necklace was gone, Kal’s food was nearly gone, his diapers were nearly gone and she needed to live for both of them, no matter what. She was stronger than these humanoids. She felt that when she threw the man she had stolen from, she was faster or he would have caught her.

She would live and Kal would somehow have the life she had on Krypton. Maybe not the same life but he would be safe and not have to worry about ever being hungry again.

But first Kara had to gather the courage to enter this cesspool and take care of business. She took in her sleeping cousin.

“I really hope you aren’t smelling what I am smelling but I can’t leave you here. You will never wake up and wonder where I am. This is going to be embarrassing for both of us, but considering how many diapers we have gone through, you deserve it. Just… stay asleep. Please stay asleep.”

Kara scrunched her nose, held her breath and walked towards the plastic porto potty door. She figured out the slide handle easily enough, Earth technology reminded her a bit of what she had studied in her history books. The door closed and she slid it locked, certain no one had seen her. Taking in the hole on the seat in front of her, she knew what she had to do. Setting Kal El on the minimal space on the ground, she placed herself in the right frame of mind and did what was necessary, holding her breath, eyes closed.

Unfortunately holding her breath had never been one of Kara’s strong suits and her need to breathe overcame her need to not smell. She took a quick breath and nearly vomited.

“Oh Rao, oh Rao, this is so barbaric.” she mumbled, mouth closed. Taking care of what came naturally wasn’t a problem. After she was done she realized she had another problem.

The moist vapor for cleaning, never came. She briefly wondered if it was broke but the truth came to her quickly.

“How do they do…” then Kara’s eyes spied the roll of paper.

“You have to be joking. These people are… are… no wonder I can’t stand the smells of what they must consider cities.”

Closing her eyes she reached for the roll.

“I am so glad you aren’t up for this Kal.” the blonde mumbled. So of course she heard…

“Kawa?”

“Close your eyes!” she whispered harshly. Kal El frowned, not used to Kara talking to him like that.

“Kawa?”

“Forget it. You will just have to deal. If you have nightmares later, trust me, they are better than mine. Oh Rao this smell.”

Kara finished, but her concentration on blocking out the foul smell distracted her from the sound of footsteps. The knocking on the door definitely surprised her. Pulling up her filthy, dirt covered pants she waited, hoping the humanoid would go away.

“Hello?” A voice asked from outside. The voice was male and slurring. Perhaps he was one of the guards who had been asleep.

If I am quiet, maybe he will go away. Kara thought. At least until Kal El stood and began tapping on the door. Apparently his senses were not as strong as hers.

“Who is in there? I need to go.”

Great. Answer?

“ Go away.” Kara told him, then remembered he didn’t speak her language.

“What the hell did you say? Stop tapping on the door. Who is this? I really need to go!”

Rao, what am I going to do now, Kara thought. Then the idea hit her. It must be a greeting of some sort.

“Who is this? I really need to go!” Kara told him, slurring her words in the same fashion the man did.

“You think this is funny?”

“You think this is funny?” she replied back. She was communicating. Perhaps if he thought she was of this planet, he would leave her alone.

“How much longer are you going to be?”

“How much longer are you going to be?”

“Screw you girl!”

“Screw you girl!”

Quiet outside now, but she could hear his breathing. He was still there.

“Aight. You want to screw around, whatever. I can use the bushes but we are going to have a talk after you get out. I don’t know whose kid you are but I’m gonna have a talk with your parents.”

“I’m gonna have a talk with your parents.” Kara responded. It must be working, she heard him walking away. Picking up Kal, she looked hard at the door, praying to Rao that she did not get dizzy and fall back into the seat she had occupied, or worse fall into the waste below it. Thankfully this time she did not become dizzy at first. She could see the man stumbling away, his back to her and gently opened the door.

He was behind a tree and… Kara closed her eyes quickly. Opening them a few seconds later, grateful she could not see the man, she slipped out, and ran towards the tree she hid behind earlier. None of the guards appeared up but she did spy a bit of the food still on the metal structure over the fire. Strange little winged creatures were landing on it but that didn’t matter. They were very small and didn’t require much food, she imagined. Moving back into the camp, she grabbed the cool slab of what must have been a meat of some sort and moved safely away from the campsite.

Once away she took a bite of the substance and found it chewy. The texture was too stringent and for the first time, the blonde wondered if the humans ate each other. This food had to be a muscle of some sort, it definitely was not a vegetable. Still it was so good.

“Kawa?”

She saw her cousin standing, shedding the blankets wearing one of the few remaining diapers she had. She needed to resupply, she knew this. She also needed clothes for herself. Her white shirt was no longer white, nor were her pants. Her slippers were covered in mud and her hands were covered in dirt. She was not clean like the other humans and if seen, she had no chance of blending in.

Kara also realized at night, the human’s were quieter.

Rather than running again, Kara sat on the ground, bouncing Kal on her knee and watching the settlement, using her vision as much as possible to see inside the tents. Two, a male and a female appeared to be involved in some sort of close contact wrestling sport. At first she thought they may be in pain until they disrobed and Kara closed her eyes quickly, then made sure Kal was facing her.

“What is wrong with these people? What was wrong with our parents for sending us here? I would prefer Daxam at this point.”

Spending the rest of the night up, after feeding a bottle to and changing Kal once more, he drifted off on her shoulder, allowing her to observe without a squirming baby to distract so he would stay quiet.

By the morning, she knew what she had to do. She had no choice. Though there were no babies Kal El’s size there were a few girls her size. The packs also intrigued her. It was obvious the shoulder mounted bags were more practical than the luggage she toted across the country. The fabric dwellings also folded up into bags that would easily fit inside the back pack.

Watching carefully as the sun came up, she focused on one, what she supposed was a family. The head of the house, she supposed, was packing up one of the mechanical pods on wheels. Despite the male probably being the head of the house, as her and Kal’s fathers were, the mate of this man stood by, telling him what to Kara supposed, judging by the annoyed face and her constant pointing towards tasks. The man seemed resigned to the social order so perhaps on this planet females were the heads of houses. It would make a nice change. If Kal ever tried to claim the head of her house she would have to beat him slightly until he understood his place, no matter how much she loved him. She ruled the house now. She had changed too many diapers to not have that title. Perhaps this man had been beaten and the female was a first born? It would explain his submission.

Despite this fascinating look at human culture and her hearing slightly adapting to the noise around her, Kara focused. The back hatch of the pod was open and the male and female stood in front of the pod. The girl was in the back, sleeping. Kara moved quickly, leaving Kal El and the bag behind a tree for just a moment. She grabbed the pack and the foldable dwelling and ran back to her cousin. She supposed no one saw her, she knew she moved quickly and the woman was still giving orders to her mate, or servant, Kara couldn’t tell nor did she care. Placing the portable dwelling in the cavernous pack, already stuffed with supplies and slinging it onto her shoulders, she grabbed her bag and Kal El, then moved, before she could be attacked by any other sonic devices. Moving quickly, she broke from the large water source, thinking it would be an obvious route and continued to run, hitting an area of hills and flat plains, hearing some sort of mechanical flying pod overhead but quietly, meaning not close, she continued to run until she found herself in the middle of Arkansas. All Kara could think was how beautiful the scenery was, the cliffs, the red sky as the sun set that slightly reminded her of Rao, the water and the grass and the trees in the distance, scattered around. Kara really had no time to spend on taking in her surroundings but she had to take this moment. She sat on the ground and watched Kal walk, watching him stumble a bit and giggling when he feel back on his rear and tried again.

Opening the pack, Kara took in her ill gotten gains. At the bottom were a pair of boots, shorts and a t shirt that had some sort of writing on it. The shorts, denim, amazed her. Kara had never felt any fabric like it. It was very comfortable and she slipped them on, happy that they were only slightly large. There were not as many clothes as she had hoped nor was there food appropriate for Kal El. She did find several hard bars, she suspected were food, in some sort of wrappings. Slipping on the boots, she was disappointed to find they were a bit loose, the younger girl obviously taller than her and her feet larger. The cloth shirt hung past her waist line but not past the shorts.

Her other garments were filthy, black and brown as were her shoes but she could not leave them behind. She needed them for her own sanity. Her necklace… her necklace was gone but she still had her clothes. The bag was too much trouble to carry but Kara knew it was Kryptonian fabric and if any humans were looking for her after she left her pod, they couldn’t find this.

She rolled the bag up and placed it in the large backpack. Taking out the few clothes that she knew wouldn’t fit her or Kal El, she was pleased to find a pair of slippers with strings on them. Slipping those on, she found that by closing the strings and tying them in several knots the shoes fit her better than the more awkward boots.

Now she had the problem of the dirt that covered her and to her even greater shame, Kal El’s chubby little face. Though he had no care as to how he looked and Kara didn’t count her appearance as important right now, the emptiness of the pack bothered her. She realized she would have to go into a city once more. At night anyway. She needed supplies, and she needed them desperately. Despite the food she had the night before, she was about to use Kal El’s last bottle and she suspected the last ration would be gone tonight the way the baby ate.

Closing her eyes, she listened closely, ignoring the sounds of wings flapping, the howls in the distance that she had not encountered yet, the running streams of water in the distance and then heard what she was listening for.

The sound of a metal pod on wheels followed by others. Kara would go towards the destination and as night fell her new profession as a thief would continue.

First the sound of water. She needed to clean the two or they would stand out.

Moving towards the water she was happy to see the stream was much smaller than the larger one she had followed earlier. She took off Kal’s clean diaper, not leaving it behind, knowing she would need it.

“Time for you to have a bath, little boy.”

Kal seemed to enjoy sitting in the water, Kara using her old clothes to wash him as best as possible. He soon began to shake though and although the water temperature didn’t bother her, it obviously bothered him. He was not as strong as her, judging by how lightly she had to hold him now and wondered if he had any gifts or was the same as he was on Krypton. Kara hoped not as there did not appear to be any healers nearby.

Picking him up quickly, she dried him off as best she could and wrapped the trembling child in both his blankets. Lying him down on the ground, facing away from her, she slipped out of her new clothes and walked into the stream. It only covered her from waist up but it was enough to wash her face and remove the smell of that plastic hell she relieved herself in the night before.

“Kawa?”

Kara turned to see her cousin standing up. She dropped in the water quickly.

“Kal! Look that way!”

“Why?”

“Oh now you want to get inquisitive. Just do it!”

“Wata, drink?”

“Later! I’m… look that way! Only mother sees me like this! Look over there!”

“Wata.” the boy argued, shakily walking towards the stream.

“If you make one more step, I am going to… going to… make you sit in a corner! I will find a corner! Please turn around… Oh look!” she pointed towards the birds in the sky behind him.

Kal El turned, enraptured by the sight. Kara took the opportunity to dress faster than she ever had. When he turned around, his cousin was cleaner, at least her face could be seen and her hands were no longer grimy.

“Here, you can have a drink.” she offered, cuffing her hands and scooping water. More of it got on his face than in his mouth and the reminder of the cold had him scurrying back to his blanket.

“Now you decide to be proper. I should have thrown water on your face the minute you were looking, brat.”

Adjusting the backpack over her shoulders and around her waist, the process seemed simple enough. It was snug so she grabbed Kal El lightly, buried his head between her shoulder and neck as always when she ran and moved.

Ten minutes later she was on the outside of the large village. The cars were still loud but Kara was becoming used to her world being loud. Her eyes moved constantly, not wanting to be dizzy. She waited, circling the city, crossing the black paths when the pods had passed. As night fell, she cautiously entered the limits of a large village on Earth for the first time. The village was much smaller than the first one she encountered. She was not overwhelmed by thousands of cars and the smell of exhaust. Yes, there were sounds but not as many as before.

The architecture fascinated her, crude but effective and warm inside but not too warm she bet. Any of these would be a perfect place for Kal El but they were all inhabited. Her nose led her to a strange place of food, food by the thousands, the smells conflicting with each other. The market was huge but not overly crowded. Perhaps if she walked in, acting as if she belonged, no one would notice her taking a few items considering there were thousands.

Taking a deep breath, praying no one would pay mind to the young girl with the large backpack and baby wrapped in red in her arms, Kara entered her first supermarket.

The blonde nearly cried out when the overhead speaker rang out but simply closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. It was over quickly. Walking the aisles, she moved slowly, purposely moving, not at a run as she was used to. Then she found the jackpot.

Boxes and bottle with pictures of babies all over them. Examining each carefully, it was obvious one contained diapers. Another appeared to have liquid in it and small cans of some sort smelt as if food similar to Kal’s was inside. Kara looked towards both sides of the aisle, seeing no one. It was late and the noises of voices were dying down. Taking a box of diapers she sat Kal on the floor opened her backpack and began throwing as many from the ripped open box as she could into the pack, hoping they fit him. She moved quickly fitting as many cans of food as she could into the pack then grabbing as many of he empty plastic bottles and premixed formula cans as possible. Kara zipped her pack, adjusted it and picked up Kal who had been lying in the aisle. She moved but her escape was impeded by a female.

“What are you doing?”

The woman had some sort of tag on her white shirt and Kara had a sinking feeling she had just ran into a guard of some sort.

“I asked what you are doing.” the woman repeated.

Remembering her earlier success Kara instituted the same strategy.

“What are you doing?” she replied.

“Excuse me?!”

“Excuse me?”

“Where are your parents?”

“Where are your parents?”

Judging by the woman’s darkening face, Kara was beginning to suspect this was not a successful tactic for communicating with this woman. She picked up some sort of device from her belt and spoke into it. It did not appear to be a stunner or weapon so Kara instituted her second strategy. She ran.

Exiting the other end of the aisle, she saw other guards and similarly garbed individuals rushing towards her from the right. Kara went to the left, Kal crying in surprise. Running around one aisle she found another wall. The blonde heard cries of stop and though she didn’t know the language, she could guess what stop meant. Either you are under arrest or you are going to die. Kara could not afford either. She moved towards what she believed the front of the store was, only to see multiple humans looking at her with wide eyes. Turning back, the guards had made it to the other end. She turned right, into another aisle and then jumped high, landing on top of one of the high counters, knocking containers over.

“Hold on Kal.” Kara whispered. The Kryptonian jumped to the next aisle in a single leap, watching the guards below and running over and past them, until she spied an exit in the back. Dropping to the ground, cradling a screaming Kal El, she moved, faster than the guards could keep track of. They saw a streak of red and the emergency door in the back slammed open. Alarms went off, urging her to run faster and soon Kara was away from the village, ignoring the sirens far behind her now. She had what she came for and had to run, always running, always surviving.

Three hours later Kara had found a dense forest, she felt would provide enough cover for the night from humans. She would hear, hopefully anyone coming near.

“Ugh. This tastes… just ugh.” she complained about the energy bar that had been in the backpack. Still it was food. The girl was happy to find that either she was very, very strong now or the human containers were weak. A fingernail opened the small cans and Kal El happily ate out of her hand, ending his crying. She was able to prepare an empty bottle and fill it with the white liquid. Tasting it herself to check it for safety, she truly wished she hadn’t. The taste wouldn’t leave her tongue but Kal seemed to enjoy it. While Kal El stumbled around, Kara attempted to set up the fabric dwelling, looking forward to a night where she didn’t have to sleep under the stars. She was not having much luck, especially considering her strength.

After a fourth failed attempt Kara growled, her annoyance increased by Kal’s giggling.

“It’s not funny! I figured out the measurement of density in worm holes and an escape method for event horizons when I was three. Why can’t I put this stupid dwelling together? Why Kal? Why does Rao hate me? Is he angry I escaped? I bend one end down and the other pops up! These stupid sticks and these stupid directions on the package, I hate it! Why? Why Rao? Why did you take everything from me?!”

Kal El had stopped giggling and stumbled towards Kara, reaching for her where she sat on the ground, on her knees, sobbing into her hands

“Kawa?”

Kara looked up into her concerned cousin’s eyes.

“I’m sorry Kal. I just… I wish I had gone into Rao’s light with everyone else. I wish your mother was here. I’m not doing a very good job, am I?”

Kal sensed his cousins worry and reached for her neck, wrapping his arms around her. After a few moments, Kara calmed down and tried again. On her second try, the tent was erected and she pulled her pack and Kal inside. Leaning back, she brought Kal onto her chest and he was asleep in moments. Kara quieted her mind, tuned out the sounds around her and closed her eyes.

She noted the light of the rising sun had barely infiltrated the tent but it was there. The girl briefly considered staying another day, the area seemed safe and she had no real idea where to go. Her bars, while tasteless, could sustain her and Kal was flush with food, thanks to their crime spree the night before.

The village she was no doubt wanted in for the crime, was not far enough away. She knew people had seen her jumping and running quicker than they could. There was no way she would not be considered different. Kara also wondered if any sort of recording device had captured her face. If so, this hard life became that much harder.

Kara heard a sound outside the tent, sniffing, deep breathing and the shuffle of feet. The sound was not the same as a normal humans but she wondered if she had been discovered and mentally prepared to fight her way out of this, doing her best to recall the limited self defense training she had received. Peaking out of the tent flap she saw a beast that resembled none she had met on this planet. It was large, very large and covered in black fur. It walked on four legs, shuffling and sniffing. The beast’s eyes looked at her when it heard the ten zip open.

Kara decided she needed a better view of this creature. Stepping out, leaving a sleeping Kal El inside she walked within four feet of the creature.

The bear growled, the sound hitting Kara’s ear’s immediately, scaring her greatly. It stood up on its hind legs, reaching six feet tall.

Kara panicked and screamed. Her eyesight turned red, something that had never happened before in her life. She saw the creature stumble back, she felt the heat in her eyes and saw the beams they were emitting. The creature was hit in its chest and fell backyards, a painful growl coming forth from it. Kara could not stop, not take her eyes off the monster, not stop screaming, frightened, frightened of the bear and frightened of what was happening to her.

With her red vision, she could see the creature catch on fire, its fur blazing,its eyes in great pain and holes burning through it. She knew the tree behind it was being hit and closed her eyes quickly, still feeling the power but knowing it was caught, caught behind her eye lids.

The noise quieted, only the smell of burning flesh and the sizzle of flames in the area. She heard Kal crying behind her in the tent and opened her eyes carefully, taking deep breaths. The red was gone, the heat was gone and in its place was a creature on fire, dead.

It was dead.

Kara quickly moved to Kal and brought him out of the tent. She took in the surrounding area. The heat had melted the tent poles and it was slowly closing in on itself. The tree that had been behind the monster was scorched by two small holes, holes the size of her eyes.

“Oh Rao, what is happening to me?” Kara mumbled. “I’ve never killed anything Kal. I never wanted to kill anything. It was alive and now it isn’t. What have I done? It yelled and it had claws and stood up… I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t mean to. We… we have to go.” Kara grabbed the backpack ignoring the ruined tent slowly falling around her and moved, not even stopping to adjust the pack. She ran as far away as she could, moving to the east again and wishing for anything, wishing for the nightmare to end, wishing for a safe place and food and shelter and not being attacked by monsters and guards.

She needed a miracle, so she ran.

Though she didn’t know it at the time, she was running towards the miracle she needed, The Kryptonian was running towards North Carolina, to where land ended and a small village called Midvale rested. Soon, soon she would find the miracle she needed in the form of a fourteen year old girl.

But first she had to get there.