A/N:
H/s: hair style
H/c: hair color
F/c: favorite color
Now to the story :)
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Hello hello
Slash, slash, slash
Cut head off, rip body off, cut the body in half, cut the arms, legs,...
Can you hear me, as I scream your name
A girl, dressed in white, continued to cut the dummies with her scythe like they are real people.
Hello hello
Her beautiful eyes burned with hatred, she continued to swing her scythe, cutting every dummy in her way maniacally.
Do you need me, before I fade away
'Those people', she thought, 'they must pay for what they have done...'
Is this the place that I call home
'To me... and to the other as well', all of the dummies have been slain
mercilessly and her training room was a complete mess, yet she was still looking for something she could release all her anger on.
To find what I've become
But her tiredness was something she couldn't ignore.
Walking on the path unknown
So angrily she stomped her way into her room, making it as loud as possible...
We live, we love, we lie
And now here she is, laying sprawled on her hard cold metallic bed, letting her (h/s) (h/c) locks all over the bed. Her scythe is on the wall, shining proudly with the deadly sharp blade.
Here in the dark I don't need the light
She sighed, glancing at the scythe: "What have they turned me into?"
There's a ghost inside me
She took the scythe down from the wall and traced her fingers on the shiny sharp blade, the blade that had been soaked in so much blood and cotton, the blade that accompanied her every time she accomplished the mission of death.
It all belongs to the other side
She shuddered when she thought about the nights when she, mindlessly and obviously drugged, had gone outside to fulfill her missions - kill the ones her dad, or who she thought as her dad, told her to - and return home with a bloody face, smiling creepily and her scythe covered with blood...
We live, we love, we lie
She thought that something was wrong there, because every time she woke up from her drugged state she would be covered in blood, until one day she decided to drink just half the cup of water her dad gave her, and go out again.
That fateful day happened when she was 7. She went out like every night she would, and eliminated the victim like every night she would, but unlike every other nights, she woke up sooner.
And soon she realized that she had just killed a person cold-blooded. She ran home as fast as possible, and then there she saw the figure on the doorway, standing and smiling at her.
"Honey, did you accomplish your mission?"
That simple sentence made her realize that he, in fact, isn't her dad. Not in any way. He just used her as a tool, or sometimes, as a lab rat.
Hello hello
She realized how stupid she was when it was so obvious. Even her nickname at home said it: H3cat3, or Thund3r.
Nice to meet you, voice inside my head
Every time her dad said he would play with her, it wasn't playing, now that she knows why she never remembered anything about the "playing" that her dad had told her. He was actually experimenting on her.
Hello hello
And the fact that she had never seen mom? Because her parents are dead. Dead. She knows about it when she heard the conversation of her supposed-to-be dad and her supposed-to-be uncle.
I believe you, how can I forget
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"Hey, how's the experiment going?"
"Good as always, H3cat3 never suspected a thing!"
"I knew it right from the start that not killing her is the best choice"
"Yeah, her parents... oh did you remember their faces when we took Thund3r away?"
"Of course! Look at their pathetic expression when they begged for us not to take the lab rat away! And then, I made the best decision of my life, keep their face that way forever!"
"And then you killed them before they even said a thing! I can't believe the kid didn't know about it"
"Of course, she is just nearly 2, she couldn't have known, or even if she did, she'll never remember it, now that I am her uncle and you are her dad"
"She is just too naive! With her, we could make a perfect weapon and we can make our dream come true!"
"Yes, cheers on S3-WBUD2!"
Unbeknownst to them, a little girl clad in her (f/c) night dress was there, on the other side of the closed door, all the time they had been talking. She gasped quietly and silently left with hot tears stained on her pink cheeks.
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Is this the place that I call home
  Of course we couldn't keep secrets forever, my "dad" found out that I know about his plan, but not know that I know he isn't my father. Anyways, he moved me into a room that contained only of machines, a metal bed with just two blankets - one to put under me to make it more comfortable and one to keep warm , a wardrobe with some clothes, a desk to study and that's all of it.
Walking on the path unknown
Nevertheless, I had not told this to anyone, because "dad" would immediately kill them if I do. I maybe a killer subconsciously, but I still
care about the other's well being.
We live, we love, we lie
  I still come to school normally, like every other child, and I still finish my homework early and return to my teacher sooner than anyone else, but under that mask, I was being tortured every single day by the experiment "dad" did on me.
CRASH!
"What...?"
I came out of my room only to see the building wrecked and broken. Holding my Pikachu plushie close, I walked out of the hall. The building was collapsing, bodies of soldiers and scientists scattered everywhere.
And in the middle of the chaos, bathed in moonlight, I saw the culprit of this.
A man, holding one of the scientists close, his long silver hair wavering.
Wait... wavering?
I looked closer.
They aren't hair. They are tentacles.
And then I understand that, I was finally free, thanks to another victim that my so-called dad has experimented on.
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A/N: so how was the first part? Is it bad?
Well I made Y/N here a habit that was to never leave her Pikachu plushie even now when she's 15. Except in school of course :)
I'm thinking of making her a tsundere but decided against it. She would be sweet and caring on the outside but is kinda deadly in the inside so be careful not to piss her off, so that makes her a deretsun then? :]
Word count: 1095
Finished on 2nd August, 2020