Jul 23, 2009 11:53
[When the comm hits the floor, it clicks on in the middle of what appears to be a laboratory in flames. A dead-pan woman's voice is requesting immediate evacuation and someone in a labcoat is crying out that the I-system prototype has escaped. There are rows upon rows of empty glass tubes, easily large enough to contain a person and at the base of each is a sort of control panel. The one the that the comm video feed is closest to is occupied by someone with red hair, but it's only partially on screen so it's difficult to get a good look. An old man hurries to the control panel, pushing in a glowing tube and typing in codes. A screen reads 'Activated' and the fluid in the tube containing the girl begins to drain and the glass slowly lowers. The older man, in his triumph, hasn't noticed someone come up behind him until it's too late. He makes a gurgling sound as he's impaled, reaching for the lowering glass and leaving a bloody handprint before collapsing and his murderer starts to walk away.
The girl in the tube is struggling to stand, and she falls to the floor beside the bloodied man.
"Papa..."
He says something to her, inaudible to the comm before going limp.
There are tears streaming down her face but the girl looks furious, and she screams in rage, a familiar black, red and spandex costume materializing around her and charges off screen. There's the sound of battle, gunfire and steel meeting steel until suddenly a creature is forcibly thrown to the ground in front of the recording, straddled by the red-head with her hand around its throat and her sword raised.
"You killed my papa... I'll never forgive you... I'll never forgive you!"
And the memory cuts out as the sword falls, and instead of the redhead warrior is the blond Honey, her apartment a disaster and her fist quite obviously put through the floorboards like they're made cardboard.
It's not long until the comm times out, Honey absolutely silent.]
even honey has angst,
how it all started,
why am i seeing these things?,
needs some anger management,
papa,
wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy