She spat in the man's face, as a reply to his question. He asked her again, "Who are you?"
"I am my own woman." was her only reply.
"We'll see about that, won't we?" He smirked, and left the room, pausing only to look into her eyes as he put the key inside the lock- on her side of the door. He closed it, leaving the teen with an escape route... if she could get out of her bindings, that is. She did so in no less than thirty seconds after the man had closed the door.
She, however, did not try to escape, as the man in the next room had hoped she would. She instead put her pointer fingers to her ears as if they were headphones. Then she began singing loudly, her nails scratching into her cheeks and palms, as she recited, word for word, every song in her extensive music library, that she had seemingly memorized before Talon had got to her.
That woman was a strange one, he thought to himself. But nothing Ziegler can't handle, I'm sure.
Ziegler asked her, for the fifth time, who she was. So, she told the good doctor her whole story.
At age 6, she had killed her own parents, setting their house on fire before running away, straight into the arms of her big brother. Her big brother was actually an Omnic she had created at age 3 because she was lonely. Her parents had been surprised when their daughter had managed to create an Omnic in 17 minutes, without any training in metalwork or programming. The male Omnic [at least he seemed male] was content sitting by his creator's side as she rambled on, her programming ensuring he would do anything for her.
This was but a side effect of the programming, but it would stay in effect until their wanderings brought them to a temple, which the Omnic charged inside of for several hours. The girl had no passage of time, so it did not bother her. What bothered her was when, weeks later, the Omnic tried to kill her. She had already killed much in her 10 years of life, but none had hurt as much as when she killed her big brother. Afterwards, she had found out that the temple contained a God Program, and that it had installed itself on her big brother's hard drive. So she responded with destroying the program, unknowingly aiding a group of Helix Security members defeat it. (I didn't read the comics, don't have the money to buy any)
Later, after her eleventh birthday, she had been found out by a group of Omnic monks who tried to befriend her. She was nearly blind by that time, the visual impairments she received for killing the God Program fully taken their toll on her. What little she could see allowed her to understand that these were Omnics, and thus had come to kill her as revenge for Big Brother's death.
She was wrong, but at that time, she was a lonely, scared girl with no home, having been physically and mentally scarred by her past. Combine that with constantly seeing people completely happy and oblivious to the world's pain, and you have a sick fuck of a mental psyche. The little Tia that was born into this world was dead. Died along with her parents. The girl had meant for the fire to simply kill her, but her stupid big brother had to drag her out of the burning building.
She sometimes hated her life. And to top it all off, once she had shut down the monk who had come for her, the one known as their leader, a little girl had to run past the barn she was in, having long since killed the owners and their animals. The woman got a sick kind of satisfaction in pain, no matter the type, nor who it had been inflicted upon. She had realized it the moment she killed the girl who had ran past in the sweet, cute dress. The wonderful pleasure of killing another being, another person; feeling their heart stop beating by her own hands.
Receiving pain, well, that also had a sickening pleasure to it. She learned that when she was being 'recruited' to the Deadlock Gang. She killed most of the members when she broke out, not wanting to hear the sickening nickname any longer. 'Nina', huh? It was the Spanish word for... something. She would have thought on it more, but the fact a revolver was pointed at the base of her neck was not really a thought-kickstarter, y'know. The gun had belonged to one Jesse McCree, the newest and youngest (besides Tia) member of Deadlock. He let her go after seeing the expression on her face, a mixture of insanity and pain, with a shot of drowned loathing. Self-loathing.
"Well? Do you want me to continue?"