Post by newfiesrock2000 on Aug 18, 2012 4:05:13 GMT -5
Claw sighed; she would just steal one of the prefects’ files later, but she still wanted to hear it from him. By doing so he would admit defeat, and she would win. She loved to win. She would always win. They government may have won by putting her here, but she would get them back when she escaped and rose up against them. She stood up and looked around at the blood on the floor. This would be so fun for everyone else to clean up, and it would be fun for her to laugh at them when they do it. She knew most people might think it’s inconsiderate, but she thought it was funny.
That’s when she realized all people had one weakness, sympathy. Everyone has sympathy, even she has some sympathy. She usually always covers up her feelings to appear stronger and fearless, and just because that’s the way she is, but now it’s bringing her down. She needed to say what she felt. “Wait, wait, wait.” She said, running up to him and holding up her hand. “Look, I know I haven’t been very….nice lately, but that’s really only part of me. I just, I know that people aren’t usually like this, but it’s who I am, it’s how I was raised, and it’s just….me. I can’t control it, even if I want to I can’t. I just need someone to help me out around here. You say I’m stuck on this island? That’s true, but I can’t get off on my own. I-I need your help.”
Everything she said was true, but it was hard to sound sincere when she had vicious fangs and claws and was covered with blood. She crossed her arms and looked down at her feet, trying to seem slightly humble, currently forgetting about his disability. She still seemed really unemotional but at least she was showing a little more emotional than before. The only emotions she isn’t afraid to show are menace, bloodlust, and ferocity. Those three emotions are a big part of her and she wanted people to know. He seemed like one of the few people who would never give up, just like her. Who would never tell anyone what she didn’t want them to know. And overall, she just liked his personality.
“I probably wasn’t raised the same way you were. I grew up on my own for as long as I can remember. I taught myself to do what I want, and that eventually grew into something more. I was chased by the police ever since I was four years old, and I didn’t run away from them. I always fought back, and I didn’t always get away unscathed.” She lifted up her arms to show him the numerous bullet wounds and battle scars she had obtained over the years, including the CLAW she had carved into her own skin. “I was never taught morals, so I don’t know much about them; I just know what they are. I almost have no morals except for the most basic human decency. I know that most people don’t think that’s very….good but I can’t help it. I’m just hoping you’ll understand.”