{These Words Are a Lie}

[{J I S A}]

Beautiful colors cast over the grass. Red, orange, pink, purple. The sunset bathed everything in it's own rainbow. The hills in front of the sun were pitch black, like a shadow. Jisa's black hair flagged out behind her as the wind twirled and danced around her. Her blue eyes stayed glued to the floor in front of her. Happy Nineteenth Birthday... She thought to herself bitterly. The frigid wind stung at her eyes, making them water a little. Her hands were shoved deep into her jeans' pockets. All of the air around her was light and free of humidity. Trudging up the side of Spell Crest, Jisa couldn't care less about how cold it was. Today was her birthday. Today was her family's death day. Today was everything it shouldn't have been. Furiously, the dark haired Shifter wiped away a tear that had made it through her near impenetrable barrier. The colors started to deepen and darken. Jisa could just about make out the top of Spell Crest. There was never any time to run away from decisions, but it couldn't hurt to try. Her last footstep took her to the top of the world, or the top of Clearstone. Suddenly, all anger that had been hidden since her thirteenth birthday seemed to rear up in her. Blind rage.

"What do you want from me?"

She yelled at the world, accusing it of being cruel. Tears welled up in her eyes. Weakness wasn't something that Jisa tolerated, it fueled her fury.

"What else, can you possibly do to me?"

Her voice was strong and loud, but also desperately sad- hopeless. She fell to her knees, feeling very alone. Why? Why her? Why the hell did her life have to be screwed up? Suddenly, Jisa stiffened. She felt someone's presence behind her. She stood and whirled to face him, all traces of sadness gone.

"If you're done with your pity party. I need your answer Jisa."

He smirked at her. Jisa scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. Now my not be the time to be over confident but Jisa didn't care. Why should she?

"My answer is: There's no way in hell I'm ever going to willingly work for the likes of you."

The General seemed to go red with fury, and his face puffed up in a satisfying way. Yes, Jisa did lose her cool sometimes, but she knew how to push other people's buttons too.

"Need I remind you of the terms? You need some respect for those higher in rank Taylor."

He spat, giving Jisa a little triumphant smile. As if he had won. Jisa knew the terms, and she couldn't let anyone else die for her freedom.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that. I will work for your sorry ass corporation of murderers, but I'm not going to like it and I'm not going to be all easy 'whatever you say, General' about it... sir."

She tacked on the end with a snarky grin of her own. Before she knew events had turned over, the General was behind her and had a knife at her throat. He was chuckling menacingly in her ear.

"You need to work on your reflexes, and your attitude Taylor."

He practically growled at her. Jisa, despite herself, rolled her eyes. Rebellion was going to be a part of her life now.

"Your just gonna have to live with the attitude."

The General hissed angrily under his breath as he pressed the knife down on her skin more. He seemed to think better of this as he took the knife away from her throat and instead put his arm around it, barely moving much.

"Keep that in check Taylor, I won't hesitate to kill you."

He yanked his arm away, but not before he caught Jisa's cheek with the knife. Jisa could feel blood well over the wound. She turned to face him, looking startled. Okay so maybe it would be better to not be so snarky and rude. The General turned and left Spell Crest. Blood ran down her fingers, where she held her hand against the wound.

That's what else the world could possibly do to her.