The Reprobate
Tears mingled with the blood on her cheeks as the Sapien cried out with pure pain. Fists, metal and hard boots crashed mercilessly against her body, snapping fingers and leaving ungodly blue and purple bruised along fair skin that once used to be beautiful. HER NAME WAS NOT ON THE LIST. She could see them through the ajar door now, blinding light peering in through the crack. Necos clustered together on tables, healing, gambling, training and watching.
Their pupils glared in at the entertainment beyond the door, some cheering with strong grins, some just watched with dull stony faces. She had been found after the bombing by a nameless organisation and pulled out of the debris, promised safety and a nice place to live. At first Faith refused, screaming in their faces something about needing to find a armored brunette, but they took away the wounded blonde, ignoring her pleads. HER NAME WAS NOT ON THE LIST. They had discovered she was not a Neco, and therefore not worthy of their care...or life.
"Fuck her!" One man cried out, before several quickly rejected the idea, they would not touch such scum. What felt like years later they began hitting her temple, causing her vision to swing in and out of focus and a warm trickle of crimson flow into her blonde hair. They were going to kill her, after so much kindness she was shown by the other Necos, these were going to murder her. Faith began to wonder if her past acquaintances knew the truth, would they attempt to dispose of her the same? She wanted to push away the thought but looking up into the cold eyes of these inhumanely creatures beating her, she had to believe it. Sapiens and Necos were not ever to be anything more than enemies.
With a sudden burst of furious rage and feeling of betrayal, she grabbed one of metal rods and began to hit her attackers aimlessly, the world still a horrid blur. Faith Alexis then ran. Faith Alexis was no more.
The Reprobate replayed the bloody memory in her mind as she crept forwards along a treetop branch, before gracefully and silently leaping onto another with her spear raised above her shoulder with strong and scarred arms. She had a reason for her murders, she needed to help her species, she needed to rid the world of its scum. Below her were two Necos, identifiable by their size and the resources they carried on them. She narrowed her eyes before swinging her spear forwards and sending it swiftly flying through the air and deep into one of the men's spines.
Her lips curled upwards as it hit.