Frankenstein's Bastard Child

Volume 16

The music stopped, the lights flickered, and everything was perfect. I hadn't been exposed to this much fun and laughter and that intoxicating smell of mangled flesh. Every breath felt like freedom. Freedom for a little girl banging on the closet door to get out. Well now she's out. I'm out. The last of the fumes were escaping from newly opened air vents, brilliant violets and radioactive green. My dress was torn exposing the tactical vest underneath and even though there was very little being exposed the feeling of having torn through and violently ripped to shreds something so beautiful and expensive. It was invigorating, freeing almost. Muvere seemed to be happy as well. Think this might be their first time dancing. Well formerly dancing anyway, I had seen them sneaking off on occasion to practice to which I may or may not have left a couple books and such to help in said practice. Their practice paid off though it was so clunky and novice-esque but still it seemed to make them so happy. I couldn't help but receive a second hand smile.

"Come on you goof it's 1-2-3, 1-2-3 you're adding a fourth step. Here allow me." I took both of Muvere's hands in mine, squaring their footing with my own and began to take the lead despite the broken plates on the table. Muvere picked up quickly (as usual) supernatural talents or not; they seemed to put a lot of care into learning things for themselves. I guess in a way I find that struck me as admirable. They couldn't remind me enough how grateful they were to be in my life but honestly I think they saved me just as much as I saved them. We had decided our next move. Now that the owners of Europe's steel towers are gone it should take a bit before representatives from any other towers get word of what had happened. Regardless it would help to take the memories and capabilities (if any) as a keepsake. I agreed to let Muvere have the room to themselves for the process while I got a little air. The evolution process had taken its toll on my body so for the time being it was a bit weak. Nothing a stroll in the rain couldn't fix. I tore off the remaining shreds of the dress revealing loose black combat slacks and now a full view of my battle vest, I had worn it underneath to hide the gas weaponry till it was time to use it. Shame that the dress didn't have pockets otherwise I would have kept tares and all. I had mentioned this before but yes it was still raining pretty heavily. I liked the rain. My boots were caked in mud and water had already begun to pool into my socks, but I didn't care. I had destroyed almost everything my father created, everything he held dear, and now I can finally stop thinking about him. The rain drowns out noise. I couldn't hear him behind me.