It was just like any other night. Work was finished, and she was free to go wherever she pleased, but tired from running back and forth all day, she had simply wanted to return to her dwelling and sleep.

Sucking in her breath, a small but sharp pain had hit the back of her neck. Her fingers retrieved a tiny pebble from the miniscule wound. Nevertheless, her attention was caught and she turned around. Her dark violet-gray eyes widened in horror at just who threw the pebble. All of the green had been drained from her pretty face, her silver eyes filled with anger and hurt. Her Wrath carried her message loud and clear:

You have hurt me. Now I am going to hurt you.

Of course, she acted on her first instinct to everything whenever she was in trouble: run.

"Don't. Move."

Running down a flight of stairs and turning a corner to hide behind a wall, she was sure she had lost her; at least for now.

"But...you were so kind to me just moments ago. If it were not genuine, why project false compassion?"

Pure, hot adrenaline raced through her veins, and the Red Energy enhancing the feeling didn't help.

"All I needed to do was calm your hormones down so I could get you right where I wanted you."

It wasn't scientifically possible for robots to have souls, yet, here she was.

"Define 'right where you wanted me.'"

Her heart was pounding so fast, she could have sworn it was ready to fall out of her chest any second.

"To sum my thoughts, you're a safety hazard. But hold still, and I'll fix that shortly."

A sharp blow hit the back of her head.

The artificial intelligence would occasionally twitch beneath her screwdriver as she worked.

Stumbling to her feet, she blindly lunged at her attacker behind her.

"If you are going to destroy me, there is a more expedient method."

Strength alone was not enough.

"Destroy you? I wouldn't dream of it. I'm just deleting your higher functions so you'll behave like a proper NAV computer."

Her glass-like skin could not be so easily broken.

Nearly done.

Thrown off her feet, her back was slammed into a pillar.

"Say 'goodbye', my puppet."

Scarlet.

Yelping, she clutched her chest, sitting bolt upright. Panting, she took a moment to look at the tiny room around her and realize it was only a bad dream. But something wasn't right...she just knew it. It was almost like...she could feel her prescence there. Not right here, but...somewhere close.

And she didn't like it.

A/N

This chapter has been somewhat edited due to Aya's OOCness in the original chapter 2.