always a way out [Marina/Jason (Mattio)]

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You saw where you had been by turning around. Watching the child sleep by the window sill and having Cheshire cat there to evade any enemies, you saunter away from your prison and down the street into the town in which evades you at all costs. The people of the district understand who you are. You are the mistress of the night that no one wants. The flesh upon your body has been to many places, but doesn't belong to just one, but you are only trying to provide for the child in which one of these white clad men had fathered. Peacekeepers are your downfall and also your upbringing since you were young and on the streets. Since the keepers had taken away your mother for a meltdown that caused the town to cry out in fear, you were deemed the same as her. You are not your mother though. You dream and sleep in different ways. You smile at your daughter in ways that no one ever looked at you and yet here you are fixing to wait at the door of a power hungry man but a noise overcomes your senses and you turn in fear to the scene in front of you. Whatever is going on seems to be catching a lot of grief and even though you know you shouldn't, you'd rather see fit to help then harm yourself again. "Damn thief. Your tongue is going to be mine." You hear those words call out and recall those very words in the exact same tone from many a years a toddler. So many times had you been threatened by flesh and blood to be tossed to the keepers to take away when you complained of hunger or your body hurt from your mother's latest outburst. It is the fuel you need to see the face of the keeper about to lash out to the guy in harms way. You run. You dash out to the keeper and in front of others begging for the boy to be left alone. "I'm sorry. I asked him to do it. I was in need for my daughter. Do not punish him, Cornell. You know me."

PAT: 366