I was born an original sinner, I was born from original sin.
And if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done;
There'd be a mountain of money piled up to my chin!
- Eurythmics (Missionary Man)
. . .
The Reaper comes to sow your soul back into the ground from which it grew.
. . .
Death is its own kind of beauty- no two deaths are the same, yet there is still a pattern of how we leave the world.
I wished, oh like hell I wished, that she would die. Knowing that she had survived more than one Maverick outbreak did not improve my mood about her. There is no human, no Reploid either, with that kind of tenacity. My sister found that that girl's interactions with Master Albert to be solely based on infatuation- anyone with a brain would have seen that the two did not share anything in common. He didn't want her for someone to love -and if he did, why couldn't he love the two creatures that he hand made himself? No, Master Albert wanted her and kept her around for so long because she was a survivor.
She was a freak, just like the rest of us.
She was a retarded little freak who wouldn't die.
Perhaps I didn't hate her enough when all said and done. There were moment where, all she did was walk into the room and you could feel yourself experience emotions that would have otherwise been barren. A tingle, an obnoxious little feeling that made you want to do things you wouldn't normally think of. It effected everyone, that stupid feeling, including my sister. God, it was terrifying watching her -even more so when she insisted that she never did what she doing- and in passing, I came to realize that the way she acted was the way that I did. You think death is terrifying? Try having to feel an emotion you're not used to that seizes every part of your body when a creature you swear you hate walks into the room. You could say that there's a name for it; but why would I say it out loud when I know that is not the way I'd describe it?
Regardless, Master Albert treated that woman the way that he should have treated us. He gave her attention, freedom, and spoiled her in the richest of goods. It was as if he was purposely torturing us through these actions toward her. It was no wonder my sister normally felt jealous- it was no wonder that I felt like ripping her head off.
Not that she didn't deserve it.
She deserved every bit of punishment that she should have gotten. It should have been the same amount of punishment we got when we disobeyed Master Albert.
It was my idea to go out into the town that day we met her. I had goaded my sister into coming with me although she insisted that we would be in trouble. When Master Albert didn't let us out under his permission, we found our own means of escaping his eye. If he found us (four times out of ten, did he ever, thank you) then he would give us the attention that troublemakers deserved. The attention that most parenting books recommend that you don't feed your child- that was the attention that my sister and I normally received. Did we go out of our way to receive this attention? My sister never intentionally did, but it was more thrilling when one would do so on purpose…
He never told us about his little 'game' until she was gone. If I had knew about it before hand, I would have gone to great lengths to see if she was a part of this 'game' as well. I have confident that she is- I have all reasons to believe that he gave her the ability to control the greatest Biometal that has ever existed, a Biometal that rivals the power of the cursed fragment that courses through the bodies of me and my sister. She was Master Albert's pet after all; he liked her for a reason. Not everyone could survive a Maverick outbreak -intentional or not- and surely someone who could deal with the same devastation more than once deserves a reward for being so… stubborn to die. Ah yes, I believe that Master Albert gave his little pet more than us, even in these new bodies that draw out the pure power of the greatest Biometal fragment this world has ever seen before, she is still getting better treatment from Master Albert than what he had ever shown us.
I bet she'll die when she tries that Biometal on for the first time.
It has to be the only solution.
You can't survive the widespread hatred, panic, and death that Mavericks create more than once. And if you could, just like her, you have to be outfitted with something more powerful that could slowly corrupt every fiber of your being so that you are nothing more than bones when your lifeline disconnects from the Biometal.
No matter how powerful you are, you have to die some time sweetie.