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Post by kitsune666 on Nov 26, 2009 4:25:04 GMT -8
Part 1: Screw the Boatman, The New Entrance to Hell is a F-cking Trapdoor, *COMING SOON.....*
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Post by kitsune666 on Dec 11, 2009 1:46:09 GMT -8
The problem with humans, any human, is the Dark. Its psychological effects, fear of the unknown, but also its physical effects, as is well known Humans have poor eyesight in the dark, thus adding to the fear, and then there are those who walk without fear, because they know they have nothing left to lose, or are just stupid.
Humans are notoriously inquisitive, to the point of stupidity, Torchwood One had proven that point, a hole in the fabric of Reality and what do they do? ….. make it bigger! way to go killing everything in existence, of course even she didn’t know the full details of what had happened on that day, but obviously SOMEONE had had the brains to reverse the system, whoever it was medal to him, or her.
She made a small flicking motion with one hand as she twisted the small cube around in the air, a pattern beginning to form in her minds eye of just how it should be, how it all fitted together, her motions with her hands became steadily more quick as the cube became a small coloured blur in the air, suddenly it stopped in the air, its previously scrambled side suddenly blocks of solid colour. She was getting better at it now, when she had started it had taken her … about 7.06 seconds to do a single cube, she had halved that time since, and that was with the 3x3x3, now she could do the 7x7x7 in under an hour, which was impressive, and she was getting quicker.
Tossing the solved Rubik’s cube onto the pile of over various sized cubes she touchlessly picked up another one and drifted it over to herself and started the process again, today was a slow, slow, slow day, she always took Fridays off …. Why …. She couldn’t quite recall, but whenever she did it left a sick taste her mouth, she was even starting to ACT human, now that was just wrong, disgusting, unacceptable, she was NOT going ‘be’ a human, it was too …. Stifling, Humans were a trivial, bent, delusional, pitiful, weak species, sitting on the remnants of a rock in the big wide universe, rapidly running out of anything vaguely resembling options.
She glanced across at the television, something about some place in France and a bunch of men and women it suits and skirt basically not agreeing on how to save their stupid little world, it was pointless really, sort of like self-destructive suicide, but of course as long as THEY were okay at this present time the rest of the world could go and burn in Hell for all they cared, a survival instinct turned into a bloody prerogative of self-stupidity.
Completing the next cube in a slightly quicker time, this one lazily missed the pile, bouncing off the wall before landing the in bin with a loud frump!-ing noise. Siranzan sat up on the bed, glancing at her ‘reflection’ in the mirror, this wasn't her, and it never would be. She could feel her hatred for that person in the mirror bubble over into a seething ball of rage, with a single blow she shattered the mirror, sending pieces of reflective glass flying, withdrawing her hand she pulled a tiny piece of mirror out of her hand, she was not going to let this ‘human’ become part of her, never, ever, ever!
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“So tell me … Lisa?, what seems to be the problem today?” the man asked calmly, which was enough to earn him a stare like daggers.
“It’s Linda!”
“Is it? … my apologies, well then Linda what seems to be the problem”
It was an odd place for a Shrink to have an office, 12 storeys up a skyscraper, the walls were white, the door was white, the Shrink’s clothes were white, his desk was white, the blinds covering the glass windows were white, anymore white and she would have to put on sunglasses.
Siranzan leant back in the chair, swinging it back onto two legs, resting her shoes on the edge of his desk in a relaxed fashion, which earned her a severe look of disapproval, but no verbal response.
“The Problem? …. The problem is …. This Plant” she said, thinking aloud. The Shrink seemed to pause, then he scribbled a note down on the massive pad of paper he had in front of him and looked up at her curiously.
“This planet?”
“Yes …. You humans are so …. frivolous, your arrogant, petty, self-destructive, stupid, blind, ignorant-” she paused taking in another breath as the Shrink began scribbling frantically
“-boring, unintelligent, deluded, sadistic, retarded, die to easily, die to quickly, start wars for profit, destroy your own planet, shag anything on legs, and some things without and generally piss off your neighbours, so yes, THAT is the Problem.”
The Shrink looked at her curiously, then removed his glasses, folding them and neatly placing them on the Desk, leaning forward on his elbows, resting his head on his clenched fists.
“So your saying …. Your not from this planet”
Siranzan grinned maliciously
“No”
The Shrink sighed, then sat back down in his chair with a worried, thoughtful expression on his face, then he began to speak.
“Well then Linda, its my advice that you probably seek psychiatric help, since your obvious suffering from some sort of paranoid delu-” his prognosis was cut short by what felt like a human hand closing itself around his windpipe, choking he felt himself being lifted into the air as Siranzan made a throttling motion with one hand in his direction, his eyes widened in shock.
“Psychiatric help huh?” were probably the last words he heard, before he was smashed through the glass window which he seemed to spend most of his time sending out, sending him tumbling 12 storeys down to the ground, it seemed Gravity had won that round.
Siranzan sat up in the chair, feeling a little rush of adrenaline, that was better, she pulled a small pad out of her pocket and scribbled a small note before she pocketed it again and reached into a different pocket, pulling out a small device vaguely resembling ah and-grenade, which she placed on his desk, tapping an area on her arm the Desk gave a small shudder, then it imploded in on itself, she didn’t want to leave any evidence of her existence.
“I’ll see myself out then” she said to no one in particular, looking around as if to see the Shrink still there, then she opened the door and stepped out into the empty corridor, that was her kill for the week done, now she could go home and see if she could get that time down to 3 seconds flat.
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