Fuck.

Fuck, Fuck.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

I umm… I couldn’t do it. There, I said it.

To my great fucking misfortune, Fracture is right. It would be wrong to do that to her for my own sake. She at the very least deserves as much as I got, a sentencing. If it is then determined to be the master’s will that she dies, so be it. But it should be for Him, not for me. It is not my job to decide who lives and die, only to carry it out once it is determined.

[Good to see you haven’t forgotten why you’re being punished in the first place.]

How are you… typing while I’m typing?

[You got this laptop from us remember? Now why don’t you tell them why you’re being so nice? Can’t have then believing you’ve grown a heart now can we?]

You always have to twist the knife… don’t you Fracture?

[It’s why I’m here subject 926. Now why don’t you tell them?]

I killed her brother. [How about giving them a little more than that?] She was the kindest proxy I had ever met before that. [Now that’s too far back. You’re not even trying are you? :D] Do you want me to do this or not you dick? [Yeah, fine. Whatever.] I met her and her brother in that so called war I lost my entire squad to. Back then she never killed. She didn’t have to. Her brother did all the dirty work for her. Her job was to play with the dead to create a scene more gruesome than what actually happened. She was very good at it. Her favorite was finger painting the blood on the wall. That’s apparently why they called her Picasso, after some famous painter. [But you ruined that didn’t you?] I can hear you taping away on your little phone shithead. I will find and throw this at you! [:D] Yeah, fuck you too.

Yes, fine. I ruined it. [You’re skipping parts again.] ,-l-- [What… is that?] It’s about as close as I can get to a middle finger. Moving on! Umm… right, I ruined her life. Unlike me, who went solo as a ‘collector’ afterwards, they stayed together with what was left of their own squad at their old post and were reinforced with fresh meat.  One day, roughly a year later, I get called in by personal request by Picasso’s brother. [This is really his fault, eh?] Shut up. Not stopping. Talking. So he called me in to help deal with a pack of runners who had made a nuisance of themselves. Seems he still didn't trust the new meat. [But it’s the old meat you have to worry about isn’t it?] Said the forty something year old to the teenager.

[Can we wrap this up? This stopped being fun about a paragraph ago.] You are welcome to fuck off at anytime.

So the operation was going fine at first. We cornered them. [Kinky.] The more confident among use rushed forth to deal with the cornered animals. I had my guy beat [Also kinky.] and I was going for the killing blow. What happened next was a complete accident. Picasso’s brother had apparently lost his footing and got shoved in front of me… and I ran him through. [And now it’s a three-way.] I could hear Picasso scream somewhere behind me. She had lost. [Oh I bet.] Shut it creeper. She went ape shit and came at me with everything she had. It took three people to hold her back and in the confusion the runners got away. I… just left. Every other week after that, she would find me. And every time she did she was angrier, more desperate, and far more practiced. But eventually she stopped showing up. I was told someone had finally put her down. [Yeah, lies are fun.] And that takes us to the present after some asshole told her where I was and what I looked like. [Some people man.]

And that leaves us with the question of what the fuck I’m supposed to do now.

[Why don’t you Subdue her? Moron.]

My expertise centers on killing things.

[That sounds entirely like a personal problem.]

Ok, why the fuck am I talking to a screen again? There needs to be far more of me punching you every time you say something stupid. Get down here. NOW!

[Fracture out.   ;D]

Oh no you don’t.
I’m breaking that rib.
Be sure to kiss it goodbye before I get there.

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Post Note: You should have heard him scream.

Swan out.