A/N: I haven't written anything about Breach lately. I've barely written anything about GR, so I decided to curl up and write Breach and this is what I came up with. I know how it ends (although I do believe Breach keeps her powers, so this may technically be AU…) BUT NO SPOILERS, I HAVEN'T ACTUALLY WATCHED IT.
Disclaimer: I do not own GR or any associated characters.
Humanity
These humans hands are foreign... A language she can't even decipher... This small world, where everything she holds seems so much bigger now that she can't simply crush it with two sausage-sized fingers.
Human skin, soft, smooth, touchable. Her limbs are warm now, less twisted, contorted. But her skin is fascinating, suddenly. It's white like porcelain, smooth like a china doll, and here she is in a school girl uniform, and she feels so fake now, so small, so inept. Because she is like a doll, maybe she even is a doll-
No. There's a heartbeat, which she can feel at the base of her wrist, thin and tiny as it had been, as it should be. And that pulse ba-thump ba-thumps through the pad of that human finger so she can feel it. A heartbeat. She is no doll. She is not fake.
Then what is she now? No strength, no power, just another girl, another victim waiting, standing, watching. She doesn't know who she is anymore. What is a name when an essence is so much more? That power, that feel, that craving dubbed her Breach. But a name? A name for this little girl, this weak little body?
Her mind is too strong for this form; she still feels portals at her fingertips, power waiting to surge from within, yet is restrained by the lack of ability, opportunity, and nanites.
And she laughs aloud in her lonely street, in her lonely little world, in her lonely palace amongst the sea of clouds and gray buildings that once was a small town called Greenville. Nanites. Such small, powerful things. Small. Powerful.
Small. Weak. This little girl. This human form. She wishes she were a nanite, small, powerful, and dangerous.
Yet she craves the weight of her extra arms, her power, her portals, her safety in such threats. That red and black swirl is seared into her memory like fire, hot, warm, strong. She wants that strength back, those portals, those crushing arms. She wants her disgustingly hulking body back, she wants that hideous form to possess her again and make her the monster that still envelops and devours her mind every waking second of the day.
The little girl wishes she could be something big and powerful, huge even. A dinosaur. Yes, a dinosaur. She wants to be big, powerful, dangerous. She wants her extra limbs back in the form of a tail and razor sharp teeth that she can bear and use, killing anything instantly.
A little girl in a pocket dimension falls backwards in the dust of an abandoned street in an abandoned town, slowly starving, tired of living, and imagining she is a tyrannosaurus rex...
A/N: Review?
~Sky