Post by Tech on Apr 18, 2011 12:20:26 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/blockquote]She absolutely loathed every single one of the beings here. She couldn’t even bring herself to call them human, what with their cryings and whinings about every little goddamn detail. She couldn’t take it, it was finally getting to her. Like being trapped with a bunch of children who needed attention constantly. She just wanted out of here, but the only way to do that was play along. Pretend she was one of them and it was getting harder and harder by the day. The fucking shrink, always talking about how they felt regretful and how they needed to apologize for their actions.
She didn’t understand why they needed to feel regret, but played along. For someone who didn’t have the normal range of human emotions, she did pretty damn well when confronted with these situations, but she had to be wary of the shrink. He knew she was something darker and more twisted than these kids here. She was sociopath, born true and a killer. It was surprising she’d never been caught, to say the least, and she was more than happy it was the case. No one wanted to be around someone like her, she set most of the other students on edge.
Perhaps it was the way she attempted to smile? Or was it the fact she looked at them as a scientist looked at a laboratory rat? Did it really matter to her? Of course not. The only thing that mattered was her survival in this despicable and abhorrent place. She remembered the group that found her on the streets. They’d taught her how to fight and how worthless and meaningless humans truly were. No one survived except those who did horrendous deeds. Who bothered to remember the good people when the bad ones were all that was ever talked about? It was always on the news, how horribly everyone treated each other, how humans slaughtered each other with abandon.
Hell, it was even written in history. After all history was written by the winners in the loser’s blood. It made sense, but then why did everyone run in fear of those that killed? All it was simply was picking off the weak and stupid. Natural selection, or some bullshit like that. Religion and morals were a front. When you got down to it, it was every man for themselves, and she just took it and ran with it. It was a simple decision, knowing how to kill humans efficiently as well as any sort of…pest that may arise and threaten her survival. She was perfectly happy with figuring out how to kill off everything and how to manage her own survival in the world.
Tech hummed to herself faintly, a rather disturbing song that she’d made up a long time ago while she worked, as she traced fingers down the hall way, looking like an eerie shadow, dressed in all white to compliment her pale features. She had bright blue eyes that burned your soul and showed things that no one her age should know or be able to do. She wore a long sleeved shirt that hung slightly large on her frame, covering her hands and baggy pants that were probably a boys’, but she made no whisper of sound as she strolled down the corridor, other than the eerie humming. Her hair was a platinum blonde, making her seem to be an apparition of some sort, until you were able to see the veins underneath the translucent, alabaster skin.
The girl was always pale, and many thought she was albino until you looked at the eyes, which were icy blue, a pale blue that was almost white. The hair on her head was normally cut short to stay out of her way, but she was obviously a girl, despite the boyish haircut and clothes. Her figure had curves, and despite binding her chest, it was still rather obvious which gender she belonged to, at least physically. It was also uncertain just how old she was or really anything about her, even her real name. She was an orphan of the streets and it showed, being unable to trace anything on her, not even a social security number.
All that had changed, however, when she’d been arrested. She’d been assigned a social security number but they had let “Tech” become her official name, so she resented it highly. She needed a new one, and fast, although no one would know it until later. She’d been printed as well, so she needed something sharp and hot to remove those. Everything else would have to be cleaned up. The little apparition smiled to herself, although it was not a nice smile in any way, it was as close to a real smile as she would ever get in her life time.
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