Ire stood in front of the door, waiting for the guards to open it and let her out. She wanted to walk. She needed to walk. She never did like her "room," as they called it. She saw it as more of a cell. There had been a feeble attempt to make her feel comfortable, but that was only because they were afraid she would kill everyone.
"Go on." The guard said when he opened the door.
Ire stepped out of her room and looked down both hallways. She decided to go right today, where she knew she heard Renfro go after her visit.
Ire always hated her. She could never see why everyone had feared the almighty Director; she could snap her neck any time she felt like it.
Ire walked down the hall, passing doors that she never bothered to even glance at. Ire was never concerned about the others that were inside Manticore, she had no reason to care. She was a reject from her group because of her "disability." Ire laughed. They called it a disability, but it wasn't that. Ire knew that they were afraid to call it what it truly was. A defect. She knew that if they ever called her defective, that she would snap and kill. Ire laughed again; she had only killed two people inside Manticore's walls because they had been trying to shoot her. Ire stopped at an open door and peeked in. The X7s were training inside. Ire knew that she couldn't let them see her, because even the child demons feared her.
Ire sighed and walked on. She had never been able to train with the others in her group; everyone had feared that she would get upset if she was beaten and might harm one of her own. Ire was angered by the fact that they could even imagine that she would hurt her own. It didn't help matters when she took down a guard and tried to kill him because he had delivered the news. It was obvious that Ire had never heard the expression, 'Don't kill the messenger.'
Ire paused by another open door. She looked inside and saw a chair with terrible devices sticking out everywhere. Ire knew what the room was; it was the room where they reprogrammed you. Ire looked at each spot on the chair and identified the uses.
'The locks, restrain them to the chair.' Ire thought as she identified it all. 'That keeps their eyes open. Foot restraints, tubes, gags...'
Ire couldn't stand it anymore and turned away from the room. She walked down the hall a little ways, when screams from behind her made her turn around.
"You bastards!" A woman was screaming. "I'm never coming back! You can't keep me here!"
Two guards struggled with the woman then took her inside the reprogramming room. Ire stared at the closed door, then walked away when she heard a horrible scream.
Ire finally decided that she hated this place.
"Go on." The guard said when he opened the door.
Ire stepped out of her room and looked down both hallways. She decided to go right today, where she knew she heard Renfro go after her visit.
Ire always hated her. She could never see why everyone had feared the almighty Director; she could snap her neck any time she felt like it.
Ire walked down the hall, passing doors that she never bothered to even glance at. Ire was never concerned about the others that were inside Manticore, she had no reason to care. She was a reject from her group because of her "disability." Ire laughed. They called it a disability, but it wasn't that. Ire knew that they were afraid to call it what it truly was. A defect. She knew that if they ever called her defective, that she would snap and kill. Ire laughed again; she had only killed two people inside Manticore's walls because they had been trying to shoot her. Ire stopped at an open door and peeked in. The X7s were training inside. Ire knew that she couldn't let them see her, because even the child demons feared her.
Ire sighed and walked on. She had never been able to train with the others in her group; everyone had feared that she would get upset if she was beaten and might harm one of her own. Ire was angered by the fact that they could even imagine that she would hurt her own. It didn't help matters when she took down a guard and tried to kill him because he had delivered the news. It was obvious that Ire had never heard the expression, 'Don't kill the messenger.'
Ire paused by another open door. She looked inside and saw a chair with terrible devices sticking out everywhere. Ire knew what the room was; it was the room where they reprogrammed you. Ire looked at each spot on the chair and identified the uses.
'The locks, restrain them to the chair.' Ire thought as she identified it all. 'That keeps their eyes open. Foot restraints, tubes, gags...'
Ire couldn't stand it anymore and turned away from the room. She walked down the hall a little ways, when screams from behind her made her turn around.
"You bastards!" A woman was screaming. "I'm never coming back! You can't keep me here!"
Two guards struggled with the woman then took her inside the reprogramming room. Ire stared at the closed door, then walked away when she heard a horrible scream.
Ire finally decided that she hated this place.