Snippet #978557

"Of course no one has died by looking at the stars. But, can you even imgaine how many other living things other than the ones on Earth have died due to the damage of stars? How we could die any moment due to the result of a dead star?" she quizzed. She knew her questions were useless and that the old man was probably a gun on legs with no thoughts other than to kill, but she enjoyed being smarter than someone for once. It made her feel powerful and power thrilled her, it filled her. Kiiya kept her gun pressed to her lips; as if kindly kissing it with true love. Her heart belonged to her gun and her gun belonged to power and if it belonged to power she controlled power with it. Kiiya didn't want the old man to answer her question, she'd prefer if he didn't. He was just a dense killer who thought in bullshit sense. An Alter to her was more than a killer; she was more than a killer. She could think logically and she learned and adapted. Why did other Alter's only think of themselves as killing machines.
She sighed and moved her lips against the cool metal of Beetlejuice, mouthing secrets to it that she knew it would never reveal. "You know old man, you think kinda like a dick. You're limp all the time but when it comes to one thing you spring into action," she muttered with a small giggle. Kiiya always liked the looks of shock on people's faces when she spoke with such words. It was because she looked so young but she was probably more mature than most people on the planet. "No, I change my mind. Exactly like a dick."