Life

Hanna remembers when she is 17 ears old.

Right in the stress of teenage hood, hormones raging and her lips betraying her mind more often than not. By that time, she felt so completley desensitize from herself that the memories of another life barely pinged on her system, only giving her more reason for her rebel ways.

Mom - or as she insisted on calling her Mrs Wilton- was a downright bitch. Fraud and money laundering, cheating and blackmail, and just being a overall unpleasant, two-faced and disrespectful person in general; that is who brought Hanna to the world was. And the girl despised her, she may not remember her past as a vicious protector of the human rights but her essence in itself was somoene who saw such things and said

" This is not something I will stand for"; but with a mother like that and a even worse father most of the time Hanna's only choice would be to keep her head down and bear through it quietly.

Hanna did Not like that. However, her father was a massive figure in the Russian Mafia, and standing out would lead her to getting killed one way or another.

( If she's too smart she'll either get married of, considered a candidate for succession or put in a higher position; all would lead to her death as she either refused to kill or beat up her surely good for nothing husband for disrespect. The 'friendly' competition and all around jealousy and plotting strangling everyone in the family would otherwise deal with her.)

So Hanna keep herself as quiet as a minuscule white mouse, played the dumb pretty blonde which could not see past her perfectly manicured nails and fashion trends and her perfectly plastic friends. Played the bumbling fool who always plied her ' strong and amazing Uncles' for stories and tricks, who lounged over all her pretty cousins and turned her nose up at the not so pretty ones, who smiled cutely at handsome boys but never let one touch unless it was her completely in control of every emotion they did, who amassed followers and begged for pretty shoes and sparkling dresses and sexy make up ( never noticing she was slowly twisting herself, never seeing how all their eyes followed after her, how all the non-pretty cousins either followed her underhand advice or starved for her backhanded praise, never saw how everyone migrated towards her and how the family adopted her softer views and how people begin to...orbit around her and her words, how the more serious design of their harsh mafia turned a bit brighter with the painted nails- something that now signaled they were close to her, how sparkly hair clips and accessories slowly integrated itself, in both men and woman, girls and boys, civilian or not. She never saw how people begin to check with her, to defer to her, to see her. But then-)

And prepared herself for the future, stewing her boiling hot anger in a burning ice, that shimmered behind her carefully crafted masks.

Hannah then at eighteen backed her bags and ran.

(- she left.)

She didn't look back, didnt say goodbye, didn't tell anybody or was saw her leaving. Her room stripped bare, no personal belonging left, her room militaristic organized ( just like her father always insisted on teaching her) no trace, no fingertip ( cleaned up with a ll her uncle's tips) nothing was left... only a lettler.

A single paged letter, done in unscented paper ( she always used flower smelling papers, or occasionally perfumed, her sweet smelling hands leaving her on it's pages -but not this time), and neat proper language ( still a bit flowery, still unbelievable pretty, but readable in a way her cousins always complained it wasn't, for she embellished her letter so much it was practically drawings more so than letter.), which said she was leaving and that they were not to look for her.

Hanna used all her knowledge, from both this life and the one passed, to disappear ( she only almost got caught once, and while she was a bit surprised by their insistence she was prepared to evade them), to slip through the cracks and become somoene else.

( they'd thought it was a joke. they'd though it was some sick sick joke that Hanna's preety little head had invented, maybe even a test of sorts from her. Then they found her luggage, when they almost caught her, but only getting a glance of shining gold hair before she disappeared. There was a a cluster of letters, tightly packed and firmly sealed, that detailed all their ways to better themselves, all the things she wished they understood and a diary. it would be a lie to say the few that read it didn't cry. )

[... they have to fiND H...]

She disappears

Hanna Wilson vanishes from the face of the earth.

Unknown to them she reappears in a shrine in Japan, hair shaved and mind open.