Hey! I've started writing a few for who I can do for chapter 3...It turned out weird how I got to Eunice. I was planning on doing Kevin or Cooper and had started toying around with Alan. Cooper's and Alan's never got off the ground and Kevin's is stuck in writer's block limbo. So after talking to WinterComa(Thanks for the support/help!), I got the idea to do Eunice. But after this, I'm doing a boy! This chickz (with a z because z's are cool) club needs to end! I think I'mma do Cooper's then Kevin's. Kevin's will get bloody. So look for that.(With this one there is a major trigger warning for self harm.)

Anywhoooosss. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Frozen Heart Rate

She looks down at her hand. It is warm, like a humans, and hums with blood. She could hear it. Her pulse. It pounds in her ears like the heavy foot steps of Myaxx. This super hearing, though temporary, isn't human, it's rabbit.

Her hand has five digits, not four or two, as the healthy human anatomy dictates. Eunice has seen that diagram, among several thousand other depictions of different bodies, over and over again. Humans are comparatively simply when put up against living plant organisms and balls of gas or energy. Humans are fragile and weak, yet they have so many diverse forms. Unlike most species, Earthlings have the uncanny ability to create a multitude of different cultures and languages. Humans can come in all different shades, have disabilities and diseases, and some are born limbless. On most planets, if children didn't look exactly like their parents, they are a deformity. Such useless children are a burden to communities. Some don't survive childhood. But on Earth it's different. You don't even need a hand to be called a human. You simply are.

The omnitrix prototype throws down her hand in disgust, knocking over jars of plant specimens. The small bunny curled up next to her sensed the sudden angry and takes off. She doesn't try to call it back. The blonde looks to the skyline of the bustling trees and tucks a bit of flying hair behind her ear. She doesn't know why she did that but in the many Earth movies, girls who do that are painted as desirable and heroic.

Eunice wants to be desirable. She doesn't want to give into animal instincts and flee at a moments notice. She wants to be heroic. Like the lovely ladies in the films. They wear pretty dresses and over sized sunglasses, not fitted space suits and protective goggles. They are fabulous- whatever that meant- and beautiful. Boys would do anything, lie, kill, and destroy themselves just to get a piece of these girls.

Eunice's mind travels to Ben. The Savior of the World. Hero of Heroes. Perfect in name only, the assistant wishes she never meet him. She would be able to admire and lust for him from afar if he remained an abstract idea that would never come true. Then maybe she would be able to scream like all the other girls at his feet and believe that he would be the perfect hero for her; a beautiful heroic girl. Yes, a sweet dream, she wishes.

Eunice picks up a flower specimen, Tetraneuris Greene, scans it, and then neatly places it in a jar of bio-freezing ooze. The liquid will preserve the flower, just encase it's species ever died out for some reason. The flower can be preserved for thousands of years, trapped in eternal beauty. Prefect right?

Wrong?

What is beauty that last forever? Nothing. You are meant to fade, to wrinkle, naturally and slowly until your final breathe is drawn. Life needs to give away to death. Humans changes so beautifully through life. Their cycle happens fluidly, the transition from baby to child to adult a smooth motion. Even as humans steadily wilt, their humanity is still as bright as the day they were born. That is the beauty of life.

Death. A mysterious thing that all intelligent creatures take time to ponder. The prototype wonders what it feels like, what is there after it. Her breathe becomes labored as if she just ran miles without any aid of animal DNA.

Would death hurt or at a certain point, does the pain vanish and the body gives in to basic need of release? Could you feel your heart stop, your lungs? Her hand is shaky on the scanner, the tiny computer dysfunctions and computes an error. She places both hands on the device to steady herself. Her heart shaped face feels hot.

What would shut down first?

The brain could survive for minutes after being severed from the rest of the body. Could she still be conscious as a bullet spun through her heart or a boulder crushed her lungs?

"Eunice."

Her head was spinning. Her heart racing; would it stop suddenly?

"Eunice!"

The powers of the rabbit had faded and she was left human. Human. Those things grow, they die. She couldn't be human. She isn't human.

A tiny gray hand slaps at hers. She gasps in surprised and drops the jar and the scanner completely. Azmuth glares up at her with annoyance. His assistant had ignoring him. Overlooked him. As if he was some small insignificant speck. He is a super genius. You. Don't. Ignore. GENUIS!

"I-I'm sorry Azmuth s-sir." She murmurs down at him. She couldn't help but get into such a powerful sway. Thinking about the mere notion of death put her in a sort of tizzy. It makes her drunk, even though she never touch alcohol in the period of her activation.

"You better be! And look, you dropped a jar. Do you know how much it takes for me to recreate that bio-freezing agent cleaning up your silly messes?" He's making a bigger deal of the situation then it really was. The gel could be copied with little effort and Eunice is doing a fantastic job already.

She is a hard worker, Azmuth knows, and a valuable member of their team. But he would never say it aloud. He notice how she gets into strange trances, misty eyed and shaking. He worried, not because he would lose a helping hand but because her well being was in jeopardy. She is, after all, his daughter of sorts. But he keeps his affections to himself. Praise and concern are some of the few things out of the Galvan's small grasps. It is better to yell and fuss then to let them know you care...It would make more sense if you were a genius like him.

"I'll clean it up! I'm sorry!" Eunice, still dizzy, scrambles to recover.

"Don't bother. Myaxx is here with our transportation back to base. Just take the samples you have now and put them in the storage unit. Then, come and clean up this mess." The gray genius stalked off in a huff, probably to scold other lab helpers for something else.

Slowly, the prototype stands up. The blood rushes to her head but at least she finally felt stable. She collects the persevered specimens and shuffles to the hovering carts. She neatly arranges the jars by genus and class, checking and double checking to make sure there's no mistakes. She works quickly and quietly as she focuses extra hard on the scientific names of the plants and not on...other things.

Her fascination and soon consuming obsession with death started when she first seen Azmuth dissect an animal one day not soon after her activation. It never really occurred to her that the animal had a life before and wasn't always a husk of flesh to be examined. She couldn't, and hadn't, imagined that the small beast, a Vulpimancer pup, walked and talked. That it had a mom, a dad, maybe some siblings. That it once had a dream, if Vulpimancers could dream at all. And now it was dead. Gone forever.

Such a realization scared Eunice. She was still relatively young to the ways of the world despite her teenage appearances. She learned quickly and was naturally -no, programmed to be- intelligent but emotions like that couldn't be learned, only experienced. Like the child she was, she started to cry and scream. What had she been the Vulpimancer pup on the table? What if she had died and her body was treated like that! She remembers screaming at the gray scientist. Eunice couldn't help but smile at her own impudence.

With calculated precision, Azmuth continued his work and dismissed her question.

"Death isn't a problem for the Unitrix. The core you are made from is connected to a base. If your body was ever to die, a perfect copy of your DNA can be reloaded to create another you again. That is the beauty of your design...Too bad it is limited to one single DNA sample or I would have done the same for the Ultimatrix."

She couldn't die. Well, technically she could but it wouldn't be for long. She would just be downloaded again, her body will form, and her memories, saved in a computer hard-drive, would be opened up like a file. Her body wouldn't age past 25, the prime age of reproductive health for female humans. Just encase the world blow up or the population is wiped out, she would still be there to make sure humans weren't wide-off the face of the universe. A Tetraneuris Greene in Bio-freezing agent. Eunice grimaced at the similarities between her and the plants in the cart. She is suppose to sit, frozen in storage until hell broke loss and the world needed her reproductive organs.

She was the Preserver of the World.

And that fact, all that responsibility, scared her. She wasn't like the daring girls in the movies. Eunice wasn't a heroine. She was a machine, a broken failed experiment that severed another purpose by accident. She was so close to being nothing but so far from death. How could that be?

Notions of death, it's effects, it's inner workings, started to pollute her mind frequently. She couldn't stop thinking about it, examining it like it was the Vulpimancer on the table. Eunice wanted was intrigued by death. It was the one of the few things that kept her from her dream, humanity, but instead of resenting death she was captivated in it's glory. It wasn't life that made humans live, it was death! The one sole thing each and everyone of them had in common. They all died.

Maybe it was because she had Tennyson blood coursing through her veins, maybe it was a defect in her programming, but Eunice soon got addicted to such lovely thoughts of demise. She wanted to feel her head rush at the pain of knowing she couldn't. She was addicted to the misery, the ups and downs of faking human life, a robot in human skin.

And like most addicts, she develops a need for more.

"Stop wasting time Eunice and get the carts on the ship!" Azmuth bellows from his floating platform. The scientist of questionable sanity hovers back around to two other assistant who are busy finishing up scans on some of the bacterium in the water of a near by pond.

"Yes sir!" The immortal machine pushes the cart up the ramp and into the space shuttle. The newest innovation in technology lined the walls and other helpers of various species walk or slide in and out of the vehicle. Eunice keeps her eyes lock on her rattling cart, refusing to make eye contact with the other faces. She breathes in deeply in attempts to steady her air flow. Her pupils dilate as she turn the corner into the supply closet.

A quick release is coming. Something to calm the cravings of the raving addict.

The last nameless aid leaves the room. Eunice is free to park her cart among the hundreds of rows of other depowered carriers. Blue eyes survey the tops of the other racks. There has to be one. Has to be.

A glint of sliver sticking out in the seas of hospital white draws.

Her heart bashes against her chest, her legs nearly give out. Shaking but quick fingers snatch up the thin blade, one designed just for dissecting animals.

She can't wait. The urge is too strong. Without absorbing any animal DNA, she is relying on furl instinct. A need to satisfy an itch that can never go away, she is left biting at herself like a rapid dog. Thoughts don't come through quiet right when she gets like this. All that matters is the feeling. Death. Cool metal against her warm flesh. Her pulse buzzing.

Eunice slices her arm, right near her flexor capri ulnaris, and blood gushes forth in thick pooling drops. Crimson starts to run round the curve of her arm. Another cut and she screams in pain, falling to the floor. This is what death is. Cringing on the floor, draining away all of life's liquid. She, if she moves past the searing sting, could feel the blinding power of death. The numbness teases her. Tempting her to give another slice, maybe her throat this time, just to capture this fleeting bit of peace tantalizing her.

Then, it's gone.

Eunice's auto repair kicks in. New skin is graphed and regenerating over the open wounds. Her nervous system is regulated and the pain is eased. Everything is set perfectly fine again. Eunice is left on the floor, uniform caked in her own dried blood, a pretty dress in it's own right.

What you want the most is what you can't ever have.

Eunice clenches the knife in her hand, releases it, then repeats it. She doesn't realize that she is crying until fat tears plop onto the flat surface of the blade.

I really don't like this one. It seems to dragged on and on just to make Eunice this. Not as good as the first two but I do liked the characterization I meant to pull off. (idk if it's clear or well executed) Eunice, to me, is the preserver of human DNA. She has to be in a set age group for peak female fertility and she can never die because her DNA and then her memories, emotions, and thoughts would be saved on the base because she is connected to the Unitrix still. I really like the concept. I just hope I got her suicidal thoughts across without shoving down to much stufff, this chapter was so long.