Serial
By garnetcloak
I sit back gently in the leather office chair. I'm sitting in Alex Rosewater's office. A "Miss Angel" stands next to him. I examine both of them. She reminds me of a character from a fairytale that is sometimes told to young children: she reminds me of Tinkerbelle. I hated that stupid pixie. I examine Rosewater now. Stereotypical pinstripe suit, slicked back hair, and broad shoulders. Corporate slime. They ordered me to be created. They ordered me to kill the ones who remembered. I take a long puff of my cigarette and watch them.
"How far have you gotten?" Rosewater asks.
"Ellen Weight is dead." I reply coldly, my voice scrambling devices active.
"Good... Now get on Mathew Brown."
I stand up, blow the smoke out and put the cigarette in an ashtray nearby. I turn my head in their direction. I remain silent. There's an awkward moment between the three of us while I watch them. I think it makes them nervous. I snicker a bit. I find it funny that they fear their own creation. It would be as if a mother and father feared their child. I laugh harder and louder. I turn, and with a swish of my cloak I'm out the door. I pause for a moment outside to listen to them.
"Do you think it's wise to have created it?" Angel asks.
"Oh, I think it'll serve us well. Once the victims are finished, it's just a simple switch of a switch and it'll be back on her way to the recycled metal pile." Rosewater replies. To them I am only an "it". I'm only a pawn in their game. I already know it, and have known it. Oh... But how wrong they have it. Once their list is done, then I'll start mine. And they're at the top of it. Especially Tinkerbelle. I walk to the elevator silently and take it down to the first floor. I walk out the door and hurry back into the rain. I hurry along a few more roads, headed towards the East Domes. Oh, but I'm not going inside the Domes. My victim is on the streets. I look up. Red light. Stopped car. It's the same license plate. I turn around the corner of the car, hold my gun to Mr. Mathew's head, engage it, and fire it. I look into his car. There's a letter for him sitting on the seat beside him. I read the letter without opening it. Mr. Mathew was just accepted at the college of his choice. Oh well, work is as work does. I look at the smashed and shattered window. I pull out the red lipstick and write the same famous words "CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD, YE NOT GUILTY." I examine the scene, as the car's horn blares loud and clear. I finish, smile at the work I have finished and hurry across the street and into the shadows. Shadows to hide my identity. Shadows to hide my true motives. Shadows to hide me.
Authors note: okay, not much yet, it's coming though. I don't own any of the characters they belong to their respected owners.
By garnetcloak
I sit back gently in the leather office chair. I'm sitting in Alex Rosewater's office. A "Miss Angel" stands next to him. I examine both of them. She reminds me of a character from a fairytale that is sometimes told to young children: she reminds me of Tinkerbelle. I hated that stupid pixie. I examine Rosewater now. Stereotypical pinstripe suit, slicked back hair, and broad shoulders. Corporate slime. They ordered me to be created. They ordered me to kill the ones who remembered. I take a long puff of my cigarette and watch them.
"How far have you gotten?" Rosewater asks.
"Ellen Weight is dead." I reply coldly, my voice scrambling devices active.
"Good... Now get on Mathew Brown."
I stand up, blow the smoke out and put the cigarette in an ashtray nearby. I turn my head in their direction. I remain silent. There's an awkward moment between the three of us while I watch them. I think it makes them nervous. I snicker a bit. I find it funny that they fear their own creation. It would be as if a mother and father feared their child. I laugh harder and louder. I turn, and with a swish of my cloak I'm out the door. I pause for a moment outside to listen to them.
"Do you think it's wise to have created it?" Angel asks.
"Oh, I think it'll serve us well. Once the victims are finished, it's just a simple switch of a switch and it'll be back on her way to the recycled metal pile." Rosewater replies. To them I am only an "it". I'm only a pawn in their game. I already know it, and have known it. Oh... But how wrong they have it. Once their list is done, then I'll start mine. And they're at the top of it. Especially Tinkerbelle. I walk to the elevator silently and take it down to the first floor. I walk out the door and hurry back into the rain. I hurry along a few more roads, headed towards the East Domes. Oh, but I'm not going inside the Domes. My victim is on the streets. I look up. Red light. Stopped car. It's the same license plate. I turn around the corner of the car, hold my gun to Mr. Mathew's head, engage it, and fire it. I look into his car. There's a letter for him sitting on the seat beside him. I read the letter without opening it. Mr. Mathew was just accepted at the college of his choice. Oh well, work is as work does. I look at the smashed and shattered window. I pull out the red lipstick and write the same famous words "CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD, YE NOT GUILTY." I examine the scene, as the car's horn blares loud and clear. I finish, smile at the work I have finished and hurry across the street and into the shadows. Shadows to hide my identity. Shadows to hide my true motives. Shadows to hide me.
Authors note: okay, not much yet, it's coming though. I don't own any of the characters they belong to their respected owners.