I didn't like the look of her, i realized the first time i set eyes on her. She stood out and i knew in such a harshly cruel environment as this one it was not going to be popular.

I didn't like those accusing eyes, a blunt dark blue, stormy and grey like waves during a hurricane.

Sonewhow i couldn't unlock my gaze from peering into those rebellious pools of blue that seemed to mock me.

I couldn't help but sneer at as i passed her barred living quarters.

I didn't like that look, that look of divergence.

Her face was smudged with black, her hands were smeared with the dust of rocks and her nail beds were encrusted with dirt.

I could see bits of color peeking out underneath the grime and filth; A dash of pink around her cheek bones and and sliver of dark red that formed her defiant lips.

Strangely enough she never smelled foul despite her deplorable condition, she always smelled of gardenias and rosebushes accompanied with that earthy aroma of freshly wet soil.

I don't know why she vexed me so much at least i didn't at the time. Now i know the only reason i despised her was because she was different.

Different in this country was dangerous.

It wasn't even a country, it was just a cult located on a island that was hidden from the rest of civilization.

They lured people away to this place, told those people they'd taken over the whole world, when in reality they'd only just got started.

I believed they had the power to conquer the earth. They promised to control more than that, they claimed they could rule the universe.

They said they would Claim the universe as their own, conform the this Galaxy and the next one, new power, new order for anyone that made a alliance with them.

I was all too eager to follow them.

They guaranteed me power, they promised me invincibility, immortality, a prominent position and a grand title to go with it.

They gave me a new name. A name that i could truly be proud of: Quirinus Quzarious Abaddon.

I was quite happy with it. I was given freedom, my own office, a luxurious abode.

It was a beautiful way of life, that is until i realized all of this freedom and power came at a cost.

I thought the cost had been paid, after all I'd given up my old way of life for this. I'd left everything behind for this new power.

I'd forgotten my own name for this new world.

Yet it was no longer me that was paying for all this luxury, it was people like that trouble maker that had to pay through the nose.

These people had names, they had souls, emotions even, they were made of fragile flesh and bones.

Yet still They were treated like nothing more than animals.

Those who did not conform to the laws of these unearthly beings would be made to grind the earth and search for precious gems in the dirt.

There were also those that would maintain certain farms and orchards, either way it was not very glamourous.

They told us that these individuals deserved this sort of treatment when in actuality they were handpicked and chosen for such labors.

We called these creatures them. It was said they came here from another galaxy, yes it was very far away.

They landed here hoping to conquer earth, yet they found that the humans were far numerous than they expected.

They were amiable and friendly regardless of their frightening appearance.

They never would speak much but they had other ways of communicating through telepathy and other technological devices.

I was instantly fascinated and i was one of first to approach them without fear.

Many were too afraid to have a conversation with them because of their appearance.

It wasn't too hard to determine why.

I know you might find this ridiculous but these other worldly life forms had chosen to take the shape of clowns.

They told me they were shape shifters you see and that it was a major miscalculation on their part that they had come disguised as clowns.

After awhile their appearances became quite comfortable for me and i found their present forms to be comical instead of frightening.

Fast Forward slightly, I was a lonely and a somewhat greedy individual, so i followed them all the way here and i took my place as a leader over this island.

Finally i had to face this rebellious slave girl who attempted to escape more times than anyone could count.

She had such a rebellious reputation under her belt that she was being considered for liquidation.

Yes i was well aware that those who were uncooperative would eventually be terminated.

Death was a way of life. Death came to everyone eventually sometimes it came sooner rather than later.

Life was full of risks and death was always one of them.

Why was she so willing to take this risk over and over again?

Surely this girl had noticed the disappearances that were happening around her.

Yet everytime i passed the bars of her cell, her gaze burned into my psyche, that piercing look seemed to say to to me "I fear nothing not even death itself. Death has no power over me. I'll just keep coming back, ill keep trying, I'll keep fighting and even if i perish another shall take my place. Another shall defy you, another shall defeat you.

You are nothing but a big joke, just like those clowns you serve".

I took comfort in knowing she wouldn't be here long.

I never noticed the rest of her features, i just seemed to be consumed by the fire of those eyes.

My nights were disrupted and restless.

Was i obsessing over this girl?

That was ridiculous. I hated her, i despised her and I loathed the very sight of her.

She was against everything i represented.

Perhaps She represented something I'd given up a long time ago; my humanity and true freedom.

You see i thought i was free but in actuality I was a prisoner, prisoner to my own luxurious desires.