Don't own it, Android 18 in A/U…what if they never defeated her?
No one could stop her. She lived on carnage and destruction, building her own home on the graves of those she never thought twice about. So what if somebody got in her way and thus perished? It wasn't as if she knew them herself. Even if she did they were only seeded in the path of self gratitude and deserved to be disposed of.
She took no prisoners.
She could remember when she lost her soul and became a ruthless killing machine Though nothing was remembered from before that, she would still remember awakening and looking into the eyes of Satan himself. The devil incarnate if you please. He tried to control her, not realizing how blood thirsty she truly was. His death was quicker than she wished. His death was quicker than she wished. Her first kill, to her future regret, was quick and painless. A simple tug and his head popped off as easily as a dandelion.
But she vowed to make up for that, and she did. Thousands of times.
She could still recall the screams of terror as the masses fled from her slaughter. It was no use. Even if they did escape, it was only temporary. She would hunt then down later and force them to suffer.
But why did she do it?
For fun? No. As exhilarating as it was, the thrill of the hunt was not enough motivation to drive her. It wasn't for any crazy notion that she held, like she would be purging the world of evil doers or any of that religious bullshit other before her chose to follow. Nor was it for revenge or to force other to endure the pain and suffering that she was once put through. The reason was simple; because she could.
She loved the feeling of power she received when she saw the life force drain from her victims body. The cold flesh and bones of their corpse crunching under her feet as she walked to their surrounding loved ones. She could taste their fears and feel their unwanted anticipation for death.
She held the key of death with her pinky. She looked upon her blood thirst as life giving energy. She never slept, ate, or drank. She only destroyed what others spent years trying to build.
But now she sat on her throne and wondered what she would do next. She believed that she had finally hit her end. Every corpse was just a number now and the ally was up to Chikyuu's population.
There was no one left. She had even killed her own brother to relieve her boredom.
So she sat alone and wondered what she would do now that she was alone. She was not a thief and material possessions meant nothing to her. Looting the country side seemed a waste of time.
What did she expect? More people to show up? No. By now neighboring planets would have excommunicated Chikyuu.
She had reached her end of terror.
"Well," she thought as she boarded her space ship, "on this planet anyway."
The doors closed with a metallic click and a hollow laugh.