author's notes: this fic sort of sprang out spontaneously in response to the 'rogue cyborg' thread in the gunslinger girl forum at gunslinger-girl(dot)up-with(dot)com, and I liked it enough that I wanted to post it here.
disclaimer: I don't own Gunslinger Girl, or any of the characters in this fic. Also, using The End by the Doors (which is also something I don't own) wasn't my idea. ElfenMagix was the one who suggested it.
The End.
The break room door opened quietly, and a few of its occupants looked up. Outlined in the doorway was Claes, wearing her usual outfit, a loaded MP5k gripped in her right hand. Dr. Bianchi got up and crossed the room to stand in front of her.
"Claes, giv..." he began.
"Leave," was all she said as she shoved him out the door, closing and locking it behind him.
Claes raised her weapon, training it on Dr. Gilliani.
"Father, I want to kill you."
"Now, Clae..." Dr. Gilliani was interrupted by a 3-round burst, which tore through his abdomen. He dropped to the floor with an agonized groan. Everyone stood up, Priscilla screamed and backed up to the wall.
"Mother," Claes shouted over the sudden cacophony as she trained her weapon on Ferro, "I want to fu..."
Ferro, who had closed her eyes, opened them and let out a confused, "What?"
"-ckyouuuupooohyeahcomeonbaby!" Claes screamed as she opened fire on fully automatic. It was deafening in the enclosed space. Everyone else in the room dived for cover, hands over their ears and eyes closed. Ferro dropped to the floor, riddled with holes.
By the time everyone else looked up, Claes was gone out the door. Bianchi was pressed against the opposite side of the hall, watching her calmly reload her weapon as she strode purposefully toward the chief's office. She had her iPod clipped to the front of her dress, and a single earbud in her left ear. Bianchi, psychiatrist that he was, knew what song it was playing at that moment...
"... and... she... walked on down the hall," he whispered.
... I just realized that I was listening to I'll follow the Sun by the Beatles when I wrote this. Fucking creepy. (The End is one of those songs I can almost recite of off the top of my head... that's kinda creepy, too, huh?)