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Aug. 30th, 2009 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
electrokineticThe world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.
--Ernest Hemingway
Elle Bishop was a regular girl when they took her into the Company for the first time. She had coloring books filled with unicorns and rainbows clutched to her chest as she waited outside of her father’s office. Something was wrong with her. This blue light had come out when she was arguing with her grandmother, and she had accidentally burnt the place down. But Daddy promised that she would find control. He was going to help her. He was going to fix her.
And like any six year old, she believed her father. Why would he lie?
She was strapped to a table that night, the first of many experiments. Her arm was injected with adrenaline to see just how much electricity she could induce. She knocked out of the electricity inside of the whole building and killed two doctors in the process. When she came to, she cried and sobbed, begging her father never to make her do it again. He just commanded for her to be injected with more.
She didn’t remember the experiments later on in life. They had been erased from her memory. Plucked away, purged like a cancer. All she knew was that her father loved her. Even when he was cruel (which was often) it was for her own good. It was to shape her, make her a better person, a stronger one. She was a sharpshooter, an agent, and above all, a weapon.
She made her first intentional kill when she was fourteen years old. She laughed as she watched the victim wriggle in pain beneath her stream of bright blue electricity. All traces of the innocent little girl she had once been were gone. That little girl was dead. Her father had broken and molded her into something else, something twisted.
And now, that’s all she could be.
(word count: 307)
--Ernest Hemingway
Elle Bishop was a regular girl when they took her into the Company for the first time. She had coloring books filled with unicorns and rainbows clutched to her chest as she waited outside of her father’s office. Something was wrong with her. This blue light had come out when she was arguing with her grandmother, and she had accidentally burnt the place down. But Daddy promised that she would find control. He was going to help her. He was going to fix her.
And like any six year old, she believed her father. Why would he lie?
She was strapped to a table that night, the first of many experiments. Her arm was injected with adrenaline to see just how much electricity she could induce. She knocked out of the electricity inside of the whole building and killed two doctors in the process. When she came to, she cried and sobbed, begging her father never to make her do it again. He just commanded for her to be injected with more.
She didn’t remember the experiments later on in life. They had been erased from her memory. Plucked away, purged like a cancer. All she knew was that her father loved her. Even when he was cruel (which was often) it was for her own good. It was to shape her, make her a better person, a stronger one. She was a sharpshooter, an agent, and above all, a weapon.
She made her first intentional kill when she was fourteen years old. She laughed as she watched the victim wriggle in pain beneath her stream of bright blue electricity. All traces of the innocent little girl she had once been were gone. That little girl was dead. Her father had broken and molded her into something else, something twisted.
And now, that’s all she could be.
(word count: 307)
