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Natural Born Killer	By : ABoxFullOfSharpObjects Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 2038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SO: This is longer than I thought it’d be. But there were some things I needed to get out of the way. And...I have a habit of writing until I think it’s enough. So the chapters might be longer, and they might not be.
Evilevergreen: I’ve read some of your work. I haven’t reviewed, well, because I can’t really think of anything anyone else hasn’t said. You’re a wonderful writer. Anything else I could come up with wouldn’t be terribly impressive. BTW, you’re in my state. I almost went to your school. Can you guess where I am now? Two words: Hotty. Toddy.
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Being homeless is not an experience I wish to repeat. Nor would I wish on anyone. There are much more efficient ways for a person to suffer. And just leaving them homeless gives them entirely too much freedom. They could always disappear, regroup, become stronger and present themselves as a problem to you later on.
I was without a home. My parent had tossed me out when I killed his precious first born. The blood was still on me from when I took his life. I don’t know what the hell everyone was so on about though. I didn’t do anything wrong. He had food. I wanted food. He wouldn’t give it unless I did what he wanted. I wouldn’t. He got mad. I got mad. He got killed.
They found us, or me rather, in his room. His white walls were splashed with red. I was kneeling in the middle of the floor, still over his body, eating his discarded sandwich with both hands. My younger brothers were cowering in the corner, while the older, and new oldest came in with my father and uncle.
I must have been quite the sight to them. White shirt stained forever red, jeans cut and also painted with the life fluid of another. It was so warm. And so thick. Like a hug from a parent that loves you, you know? I’d never felt anything like it before. And it kept the others away from me. I was actually in peace and in control and I felt good.
For the first time that I could actually remember, my uncle had paid attention to me. He was looking directly at me, instead of through me. His gaze was locked on my calm one. I’m not sure how long they sat there and watched me eat before my father came back to his senses and ordered me out. Threatened my life if he ever saw me again.
I was not afraid. He did not fool me. His voice trembled. His gaze was shaky, as were his hands. If my older brother could not stop me from knocking his head into the corner of his desk, there was nothing to stop me from turning on them too. I was the one with the instincts, not them. I was the one with the abilities, not them. I was the mutant. And finally, it was good to be one.
Roaming the streets wasn’t as hard on me as it would be for someone else. For you see, I could fly. I could get to places other people could not. An open window on the second floor of a warehouse. A heating system on a roof. Trees of all sizes and locations. Things like that made it less of a challenge as far as finding a place to sleep and shelter went.
In terms of food and clothing, it was a different story. There was competition. First come, first serve. And it didn’t help that I was different. At least not yet. Again, things were taken from me, I was overlooked and my overall control over my situation had started to fail again.
Living with my family had put one thing in my mind, that I still hung onto. I was not like everyone else. I wasn’t normal. I was the Queen. Normal people were drones. Drones shouldn’t be in control. They cease to be drones and become rivals. A queen will only use her stinger to kill a rival.
And so I received many warm hugs in the time I grew used to my living conditions. The long arm of the law liked to keep its nails clean of the grit and grime of our world. The people I received hugs from were John and Jane Does most of the time anyway; having had no family to speak of or no identification via public records.
Bloody. Always bloody. I needed that. Warm hugs made me happy. It was my...royal jelly, as it were. I wasn’t addicted, in that my liking of my warm hugs ruled over my life. Because it didn’t. But then again, I was in the fact that being covered in another’s life fluid made me feel so good and so happy. My instincts were satisfied, I was satisfied, my rival was dead and I was still alive.
I acquired quite the reputation. Cliched nicknames and titles that depicted my brutality and the messes I left. There was graffiti put up in my image and honor. A few gangs even embraced my presence and deeds. I was an urban legend.
All this, before I was even 12 years old.
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Though I suppose in retrospect it was a double-edged sword. I could take care of myself. I was alive a lot longer than your average homeless person. Especially a female. And therein was my next problem. My body was changing, developing in noticeable ways. And unsavory people were the ones doing the noticing.
It became apparent to me, that I couldn’t do this on my own anymore. Now, I could, and still can, take very good care of myself. I could go days without sleeping. And had. For my own safety. But I had to sleep eventually. And I had to make sure where I slept was safe. I had to eat, and do so without owing anyone any favors.
I needed drones. I needed workers. I needed...a hive.
Unfortunately, my body seemed to agree with me. And given my already changing form, internal structure and chemical balancing act, this could do nothing but make my life better.
Yeah. Right.
One word.
Pheromones.
I was getting too much attention. Even for a female on the streets. There would be other, older, better dressed, better looking, more exposed females around, and I still got eyed. I didn’t know what was going on. It seemed I was fighting more and more. Food I couldn’t trust, it could be used against me. Shelter I couldn’t trust, it could also be used against me.
I didn’t sleep anymore. Naps in small spaces with obstacles in the way should someone try and get to where I was. I always kept my back to an exit and the entrance in front of me. Always made note of where the quickest way out was. And that was usually up.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have very good control over my wings. Oh, they still worked and I could still get around. But I couldn’t do it at will. I couldn’t physically make them work how I wanted. If I wanted up a tree, I had to will myself up it. Convincing my body that getting up high was in my best interest was easy. And it would have to do until I could find the time and the place to get everything under control.
Going on like I was, I wouldn’t last very long. I knew it. The body can’t survive without too many things for an extended period of time. I still had my warm hugs, and I achieved some form of nourishment from them, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t sleeping. I wasn’t taking in the food I needed. I didn’t have water.
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By the time it was my 13th birthday, it was about to be my death day. I was sure that I wouldn’t make it through the day. It was April. There was rain in the morning, but it had let up during the afternoon. It was sunny and wet. The kind of weather I hate. For when it rains, I can’t fly. And when I’m wet, I’m weaker than usual.
I had left the safety of the alley. It was darker in there, but I had found a place that wasn’t soaked still from the rains. It had dried already and had a warm patch of sun shining down on to it. I had intended to sleep on the balcony of some rather large and expensive hotel. Since I was up so high, I figured I was safe enough. No one actually came out on those things, as my experience had been. At least, not where they could bother me.
I was behind a collection of large plants. Finally, getting at least a little bit of rest. My eyes had burned so bad I couldn’t possibly fly on if I wanted to. I had crashed on the rough surface and there I stayed.
How long I stayed sleeping I really couldn’t tell you. Just not long enough. Definitely, not long enough. But a masculine shout awoke me nonetheless. I jerked awake and got up while backing towards the edge of the roof. At the same time, I was re-examining my surroundings. I had come to find earlier in my life that taking time to stop, look and listen when you could be in danger was not as safe as one might think. You always, always had to keep moving.
Men dressed in odd, but I would assume expensive robes rushed out of the living quarters. There were, maybe 4 or 5, I can’t remember exactly. But they tried to grab me. All of them at once. Two I tossed off of myself and over the edge of the roof. When another one came at me I threw my leg out and aimed for his stomach, then it was a collage of fists and arms between the last two. The remaining one I had kicked coming in to join in after he recovered. If I was likely to die today, damned if it would be from them and not from exhaustion. There’s always that saying about an animal being cornered...
But things were in my favor, if you could call it that given the situation. While they were getting close to me, and with how high up we were, my pheromones were getting all over the place. Their moves were sluggish. I could tell because dodging them was not as difficult. But I wasn’t interested in staying to study such an effect. All I wanted to do was get away. And they were preventing me from it. I was going to get a few hugs...
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What child is this that invades my sanctum?
If I knew then, what I knew now, I would have flattened my wings to my back and dived off the building without another thought. But I didn’t know. And the voice in my head had startled me so, that I caught a fist to my face.
“ Ugh! “
The force of it on my frail and disintegrating body was enough to knock me off the roof. But instinct took over where the ground did not. I hovered a little distance away until I recovered. One of the males who had been attacking me didn’t realize what I had done and had gone over the side; either in leaning to get at me again, or to try and yank me back. That left two. They were a bit smarter, or at least, more dazed. I was upwind, they were downwind, so it wasn’t impossible.
Come down dear child, they will not harm you.
By now I was panicking. My instincts told me to attack, that I was in danger, but I couldn’t see anything. I must have looked a sight twisting this way and that in the sky trying to find whatever was speaking to me. Briefly, I entertained the thought of my older brother picking now to begin haunting me.
However that thought was disposed of when yet another man came outside. This one dressed in a robe of some sort. White and important looking with a skull on the front of it, though he meant nothing to me. There was a calm smile on his face that did nothing for repeating the feeling on me. If anything, I was even more on edge. He knew something I didn’t, and by the way he kept that smile on his face, it wasn’t something that would be good for me.
This became even more apparent as I found myself inching closer to the building once again. Compelled by some outside force it seemed. There was a faint inkling in the back of my mind. Like someone gently pushing me. I didn’t like it. Not at all.
Quite unsure of what I was doing, and how I was doing it, I roughly expelled whatever that was pushing against my brain and stopped myself.
Get out and stay out dammit!
I was never good at doing what I was told. Taking orders and the like. I didn’t like being told what to do. It was never something that was in my best interest anyway.
I had surprised the man. This much I could tell by the way that damnable smile was off his face and replaced with shock. So it was him. I didn’t understand how and I didn’t know why, but he had been the one in my head. As stated, I didn’t like it. All my senses told me I had the chance to leave right now and if I was going to retreat, I wouldn’t get another chance.
I ignored my senses.
My instincts screamed rage. I wanted to hurt him, inflict some manner of pain. He had to pay for violating me in such a manner. My wings beat furiously against my back as I shifted my body position to come down on him. Minor note, anger leads to clouding of the mind. You make mistakes. Mistakes that can cost you your life.
It just so happened that I lost mine.
I didn’t die. Though at some points I rather wished I had.
When had recklessly charged in to attack him, I had conveniently forgotten about the other two males. Both of them seemed to clear of their daze long enough to grab onto me. Just short of pouncing on the older man. If they hadn’t have gotten a hold on me, I was going to send him into and through those glass doors to the living quarters.
Instead, he took a step back again, in surprise, but didn’t go near far enough for my tastes. He soon enough regained his composure when he saw that I wasn’t going to be able to get to him as long as his minions had their hands on me. That which I did not appreciate, and I showed by struggling and cursing.
“ My, my, what a lovely flower we’ve found among the weeds...” His voice was just as unwelcome in my ears as it was in my mind. I tried my best to reel back as he approached and grabbed my chin in his hand.
That damn smile on his face made me want to paint the white concrete red. “ Let go dammit! I don’t want trouble man, I just want to leave.” And smash your head in before I do...
He chuckled, the bastard. “ No, trouble doesn’t seem to be what you desire. But it’s what you caused. You cost me three of my best men. That’s three men that won’t be going home to their families tonight. Three families without fathers and husbands. “
“ That’s my problem?! “ What the hell did I care? I had my own problems. Like my adrenaline waning and my ability to fight going with it. I still had to escape.
He chuckled even more, going so far as to laugh in my face. “ You assume you’re going to get the chance, my child. “
I was good and angry before. But then, I felt him poking around my mind again, a stronger presence this time. Then, I was livid. My struggling renewed. Survival instincts were in overdrive as I thrashed in their grip. He might be able to read my mind, but he couldn’t read my body. The two of them were holding my arms behind my back. So I used their hold as leverage to lift myself into the air and plant my feet on the man’s chest; pushing him away a good distance.
I was beginning to like that surprised look on his face. “ How did you do that?! You weren’t thinking about attacking! “
“ You got me fucked up, man. I don’t have to think to defend myself. It’s second nature. “ The two minions that had been holding me were back in their daze; my fight or flight instinct letting out even more of my pheromone. Designed to call workers and drones, but keeping their minds melted worked just as well.
“ Let go. “ It was the highlight of my day when their fingers loosened on my wrists. The older man, now back on his feet looked positively enraged. But then, his scowl turned to a very foreboding grin. I was getting that bad feeling again.
“ Hold her. “
Their hands reaffirmed their grip. This time I scowled, “ Let. Go.”
If this was to be a tug-of-war between their minds, I would do what I had to get away. I’m not for sure how long we stood there warring over the weak-minded individuals, but I was growing annoyed. I had something to lose here, he did not. I willed my body to make them want to let go with everything I had left.
If it were possible, I would have kicked myself in the ass.
When I focused all my attention on them, I ignored him.
The next thing I knew, someone had turned out the sky and my body was giving in to exhaustion once again...
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I hadn’t slept like I did then in the longest time. No dreams, no fear, no twitching, no suddenly jerking up for one reason or another. I wasn’t too cold, I wasn’t too hot. I wasn’t feeling confined in clothes that were too small for me. Whatever I was sleeping on wasn’t too hard or have an overwhelming stench. It was actually comfortable. How I knew remembered what that was after all this time is beyond me.
When I fully woke up, I didn’t hear cars in the background or dogs or people on cell phones. Those sounds are what didn’t alert me into complete consciousness. I didn’t see the need to jerk up. I felt like I was sleeping on pillows made of blood. I was calm. I was safe.
“ It seems our dear bee has awakened...”
I was extremely stupid.
It was only once I heard that damn voice that I actually took real good notice of my surroundings. Everything was red. Different shades of course, but all red. The bed I was in took up most of the room on the side I was on. It was a very large room, so this didn’t pose much of a problem I would think. There were sheer red curtains hanging from the ceiling down to the red carpeted floor. A large screen was across the room and near the window. Directly under the window, I could see some furniture. Of course, all red. A small couch, an armchair, a table and some other junk. Various artifacts were scattered around. Paintings, vases, with red flowers, a statue or two. It was nothing special, just expensive looking.
What worried me was the familiar white robe and the man in it. And that goddamn smile. He was seated quite comfortably in the red leather armchair; turned to face the bed. The bastard was watching me sleep. My hand clenched as I opened my mouth to let him have it. But something on that chair caught my eye.
No wonder my clothes didn’t feel like they were too small on me anymore.
I didn’t have them on!!
His laughter let me know he knew what I was thinking. Again. What a surprise. I did my best not to shrink back into the pillows and sheets when he got up and approached the bed. His bed. The bastard.
Again, his index and thumb came around the sides of my chin to hold my head up. I wondered what the hell he was so terribly amused about. Aside from my lack of clothing. I was still angry about that. So very angry, but I dare not act. Not now. I didn’t know where I was. And I didn’t know if he had done anything to me yet. After all, he wouldn’t get this close unless he knew he was safe.
That meant, I wasn’t.
“ My dear bee, you shouldn’t worry so much. I have big plans for you.”
LIKE HELL!
He had pinned me to the bed before I could even finish the thought and all the resentment it carried. He was heavy, the fucker. For someone so skinny, he had weight. Not to mention I wasn’t at full strength yet. And he wasn’t effected by my pheromones. Don’t even get started on the soreness setting in from crashing and sleeping in awkward positions for the longest time.
But damn if I was going to lie still and just let him do it.
“ Child, you shouldn’t overwork yourself so. Have I suggested something so terrible? Not at all. My plans for you are completely painless. Provided- “
Oh. My. God. PAIN.
Everything on me that hurt, hurt just that much more. I yelped and settled down quickly. This seemed to make the pain lessen. My eyes, which had closed in the onset of pain, peeked open to observe the one who I claimed responsible.
“ Provided. You realize that you are mine now. You will do what I say, when I say it. Honestly, is that something so bad? Consider the life you led before, dear child. I can offer you safety. I can offer you a home. Food. An education. Blood. “
You just said the secret word.
He had my attention. Even though he was an annoying bastard that smiled way too much and I did not like the way he looked at me, I didn’t exactly have that much of a choice here. My life beforehand would only lead to death; just that much quicker. And he did mention blood. You can’t mistake that word. Just as I couldn’t mistake that he smelled like the very substance. So he couldn’t be lying.
It couldn’t be worse than my childhood, right?
You could easily see how I mistook what looked like a side road to Heaven–
“ I’m listening...”
–For a highway to Hell.
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