With machine like effciency, the scientists behind a glass wall typed out commands on their computers. Almost instantly, warning lights began to flash as the MRI whirred and buzzed, gathering data on the young girl's mind.
I'm sorry to hear about the hardship you went through.
yeah, I do all the hogging in the family.
I can understand that.
Quickly, the director pushed her down so her back was on the table. He flicked the red switch sliding her into the MRI "No promises." he said, smiling sickly.
and it only takes you 10 minutes to get home?
This is the second day.
I don't live that far either, but it's a long walk.
After a brisk walk, the trio made it to the MRI machine. On each side of the room stood three guards, armed to the teeth, their faces blocked by gas masks. Pushing a few buttons, the director made a small gurney extend out from the immaculate white cylinder. He patted the platform, beckoning her to sit down.
do you walk it?
"No" answered a voice from behind the guards. "I say we hunt him down and have him tortured infront of the populous, all for the sake of maintaining law, wouldn't you say?" The man smiled, squinthing his red rimmed eyes to display a guise of innocence and truth about his statement. This was so fun! He hadn't gotten to maul a self righteous fool in ages. In a flash, he bolted down the narrow alleyways, scaring the dirtied stone walled whith his steel claws. Partly from fear, partly of duty, but mostly for their own bloodlust the soldiers followed their lieutenant, acking for the fight they were about to have.
sorry about that. I have an hour long class after my last chance to talk to you and then it takes another hour to get home and collect myself.
Taking a step back, the director tried his best to looked composed and defiant. He was a coward, but he was too proud and vain to admit it. "That remains to be seen. Please, accompany us to the MRI apparatus."
"Well then..." The mad king mused, his starburst eye still spinning. "I suppose I shouldn't wait then and just leave you to decide your own death." Turning his back to the pitiful girl, Larenzo began to walk down the halls, watching at the Gifts and guards, the young and old, were being slaughtered. "Remember, girl, that gun doesn't just give pain, it can take it away. Yours for example could be taken away with a single pull of the trigger." To help with his point, the manic put his index and middle finger to his head and had his thumb drop like a hammer on the end of a bullet.
That's alright. They could try to rough up the Director right now, maybe exact some well deserved revenge.
what was what?
I tried to be in children of the organisation, but it just goes to fast for me now *feels old*
I am doing fine Mr. pumpkin (that's your name right?) pleased to talk to you again.
Larenzo looked over his shoulder, smiling as his minions ripped open cell doors, assaulting the children within. "You're right." he remarked "I didn't kill you. I'm just waiting you to claw out your own neck in desperation."
I have to admit, that was quite a joy to watch.
