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I live here, now, working in exchange for my stay. The people here don't trust me, not completely, and that's unlikely to change anytime soon--I keep to myself, all the better to avoid the questions I can't answer. It's alright, though. I'm not planning anything. The wound across my back has long healed, but the scar still pounds whenever I exert myself. And I'm still as thin as I was when I came here--if I tried to start anything, I'd be cut down in a hurry. That's what I think to myself, because it's true.
So I'm content, alone, in my small, dark, underground room.
I was content.
Someone brought in a dead Sue, last night. It's rare, but I'm told it happens from time to time--someone manages to kill a Sue, miracle of miracles, and they bring the body in to see if she's got anything useful on her. Weapons, or technology that we can use. Anything to make life here a little easier. I was busy when they dragged her in, but nobody was watching me afterwards--I managed to sneak over to where they were keeping the body and take a look on my own. I don't know why I did that. Curiosity, probably. Most likely curiosity.
She was wearing a ridiculous outfit, something with not enough skirt and too many laces. She had two sets of ears, one on the sides of her face and the other on top, shaped--even furred--like a cat's. Her hair was painfully bright, colored in streaks like a rainbow, and even though the fight had left her only one hand remaining, I could see the claws, sharp and hooked, talon-like.
God help me. She was the first person I'd seen who'd looked human. |