Snippet #1797459

Elissa Mirwa

Times were hard for an imprisoned killer; having to withstand day after day of darkness, not being able to move an inch, stretch her vectors or even blink. Once drained of the discusting, limiting fluid, it was hard to move even then. Hours upon hours of having to remain still took it's toll on her child's body, and her muscles had begun wasting away.

As the tank drained, bubbles started to tickle the fragile skin of the girl, waking her up slightly. It was still dark as she opened her eyes, and she couldn't yet feel the warm, loving hands of the man she adored as her father. Finally, she could no longer feel the fluid in between her toes, and she lolled forwards, straight into the familiar hands of Ivan. Soon enough, the helmet was removed, and Elissa's pink hair cascaded free, down her back and almost reaching the floor. The girl attempted to raise a hand to rub at one of her horns, only to drop it before it made it half way. She was so frail...so thin.

So dependant.

At the mention of test, Elissa's body went into the regular panic that it fell into whenever they were mentioned. She was hurt, most often brutally too. They would test her vectors, test her reactions, her speed. Her strength. Elissa remembered one particularly horrific test;

"Initiate Procedure 2," barked the researcher. Back in Elissa's previous holding facility, every member of staff resented her after she brutally murdered the Head of Science located there. She was held in a tiled room, line with obsidian of course, and strung up by cuffs to her wrists. The cuffs were tight, and the sharp edges cut into her skin with the slighest of movements. Her head was held back by a metal collar that was chained to the wall, and her feet were cuffed to the lower part of the wall, at floor level. The strain on her torso and her hips was unbearable.

A heavy computer operated gun was brought into the room by a very nervous intern, who swiftly took his leave and locked the door behind him. Slowly the gun aimed towards Elissa, and fired a scatter bullet towards her. Her vectors swung themselves up, grabbing the bullets and dropping them to the floor. "Next." Sniper bullet. "Next." Incendiary. "Dammit! How can those vectors put out the fire from the incendiary? Fire the armour piercing bullet."
"But...Ma'am..."
"DO IT!"
The bullet screamed towards Elissa, bursting straight through her vectors. Elissa managed to arch her torso so it just grazed her side. It did still leave a large, gaping wound. Tears dripped down Elissa's blood splattered face.
"Stop it..."
"Is she...talking to us? Ma'am, she's never uttered a word!"
"Well! What did she say?!"
"Stop it....stop it....stop it.....stop it....stop it...please...stop it..."
"I can't quite hear her ma'am..."
"Dammit i'll go down there myself!"
The woman, the researcher, ignored all warnings and stormed into the room. She removed the collar around the girl's neck and grabbed her chin roughly, drawing her hand back and slapping the girl across both cheeks until they were as red as the blood. The lady let go of Elissa's chin.
"I said...STOP IT!!!" Elissa screamed, sending the woman reeling away. Elissa sobbed, almost uncontrollably, for a short period, before the sobbing morphed into laughter that increased in volume and pitch until it closely resembled a cackle. The vectors reared up, almost reaching the ceiling of the room, and then whizzed towards the woman. In a flash the woman was seperated at every joint, leaving her head on the torso to fall to the stained ground. Elissa's body and the surrounding area appeared they were painted with a vibrant crimson. In the next instant, alarms rang out and calls were made to high security facilities."

Elissa's body shook with the memory, her frail hands gripping Ivan's arms. "Daddy...daddy...oh daddy will they hurt me again? Please don't let them Daddy..." she sobbed, her breathing tearing out in gasps.