She looked at the little light gun in her hand and fiddled with the trigger. After learning about things that needed to stay cold and things that didn't, her mom had decided it was time for a test. So XJ9 found herself holding a simple gun that was black and green colored. Her mom was currently setting up some targets, and although she had been told the gun only shot out a little light, she was wary of it. Without even meaning to, she shifted her left arm into the simple blaster and jumped back a little when realizing it.

Both of them were guns and looked very different, but the real difference to her was that trigger. She could recall the pressure that had built up in her arm before and how the power of the shot had flung her arm back—the burned crisp look on the target and the smell of smoke that came from it. Just by thinking about the burned target made her body start to build up energy, and not wanting to set off the blaster, she quickly shifted it back into her arm. She flexed her hand a little trying to shake off the little bit of stiffness left over from it.

"XJ9, are you ready to begin?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at where her mom was standing. The wall she stood in front of had three little targets stuck to it, and each target had a small bulb of some sort in the centerpiece.

"For this test, we'll be looking at your reaction and accuracy."

Wakeman pressed a button on a remote, and one of the target's centers lit up in a green light.

When you see a target little up, you are to shoot it as fast as possible. You should aim to hit the center as much as possible, but considering the lights will only be on for a few seconds at a time, and this is your first time with something like this, I would just try to hit it as many as possible."

She shook her head to let her know she understood.

"Good, now come stand over here."

Her mom led her to the other side of the room, making the targets even smaller and harder to hit.

"Are you ready, XJ9?"

She raised her arm and felt her trigger finger become twitchy as her eyes began to center in on the targets. She nodded yes as her face grew grave and focused.

"Three...Two...One...Go!"

All of the targets began to flash one light immediately being followed by another. XJ9's scanners began to crack out every single coordinate possible, and her arm reacted as fast as it could to match itself with the pace. Her trigger finger clicked at an incredibly fast pace to the point. It just seemed to be a blur as clicked to shoot, adjust, then clicked again. The next minute was a blur to her as suddenly there was nothing out there but the targets. Nothing exists except the things that she was shoot, to shoot and take out. When the lights stopped flashing, her mind didn't stop racing as her scanners ran over them. She only stopped staring at the targets when her mom's voice snapped her out of it.

"I'm going to look over the data now. You can stay here if you like or go up to your room."

XJ9 nodded in response and watched her mom turn to a screen. It was then she realized that she was shaking. Not her whole body or anything, but her hand was buzzing in a way. She raised it still with a death grip on the gun. Her finger was twitching around the trigger, and the buzz running from her arm to her head was somehow exciting and numbing at the same time. Her hand trembled harshly, and her first thought was that it was just her body not being used to it like the other time she had a weapon.

But as she watched it and felt that electricity flow, the back of mind knew this was something different. The feeling of it all was so different from the first time she shot anything. Something deep inside her wanted to pull that trigger again, and never stop. There was nothing else around her to shoot, but she kept pulling that trigger repeatedly. She reasoned it was alright to do so. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong, right? Yet, the more she pulled the trigger and didn't hit anything around her, the more irritated she became, and the buzzy feeling faded away. She set the gun down and left the lab. She walked up the stairs, irritated that the test was done.

Author's Note- Sorry this chapter is a day late, I've been pretty busy with work lately. Anyway, I'm happy to finally be getting into deeper subjects as XJ9 is also a fighting robot so this aspect of her will start becoming more involved. Please, leave a review they really help, and thanks for reading!