Right now she would trade it all for one more life. Selfish she knew. She had been born with nine and here she was wanting one more. All the others who had gone before her had probably wished for the same thing when they were facing the last one.
Usually when one of your lives ended you had no way of knowing it until it happened. Rarely did you know full well that this was it. One life down. Lilly knew without a doubt that she was not only about to lose one, she was losing the last one. It sucked.
Oh well, it was getting harder and harder to forge a new life as time went on. The world had changed since she had been born. She had lost her first life in seventeen eighty during the American Revolution. Boy that one had sucked wind. That one had come at the blade of a Hessian mercenary. He had caught her slipping away from a British camp where she had been gathering information for the revolutionaries. The up side to that she guessed was she was the only person still alive who had met George Washington in person, she couldn’t admit it to anyone, but she had met him.
She thought about that bastard who had slid his sword into her body. It hadn’t been a killing blow. No she had lain on the frozen snow covered ground for quite a while spilling her blood out on the cold hard surface beneath her. She would love to find that asshole and dig him up and kill him like he had intended for her to die. Of course she didn’t actually die, but still. That was damn painful and she had lain on the frozen ground for over twenty four hours before she was able to finally get up and make it back to her side. That had taken some tall explanations on her part. What she hadn’t told anyone was what that bastard had done to her before he left her to die. No that had stay buried inside her.
The second hadn’t been any better, just not as demoralizing or quite as painful. She had gone down in the middle of the Atlantic when she had been returning to the US to start yet another identity. She had actually lost consciousness with that one. She was in the water floating for days before she washed up on a sandy beach in the Caribbean. After that each life ending came more quickly. Two in eighteen seventy six one in Philadelphia and the other in California, the one in nineteen sixteen in France, then in Belgium in nineteen forty three, of course that one in Mexico in nineteen seventy three, and the second to the last in Canada. That last one had been the hardest to come back from. Oh not the losing the life but the whole identity change thing. That had taken some real work.
You would have thought she would have learned to pick occupations that didn’t involve a lot of risk. Oh no, not her. She had become a fucking cop. Yep a cop. Now here she was pinned down and to her it didn’t look like there was going to be anyway out of this one. She was pinned down and her partner was on the ground bleeding to death. He may not have been laying on a frozen ground but it brought back memories of her first life loss. Any moment her exposed partner could take another round and that would be it. Oh hell you have to go sometime and the poor smuck had only been given one and if there was a chance he could live out a long full life for a normal person then he should have that chance.
She could hear off in the distance the sound of the siren of her backup. They would never make it in time to save her partner should he get hit again. Lilly took a deep breath and made a run for her partner.