Imperfect (on hold)

The Long Lost Asshole

An army! I marvel. What the hell do the Perfect expect to get out of a Perfect army? Stupid Perfect robots too busy obsessing over their nails to focus on the fact that they have a gun in their hand?

I kick at the ground, furious that they would even consider the possibility of a dumb army. It not like they'd be able to do anything anyways.

I feel idiotically childish as I kick the ground again. Deciding that the ground isn't good enough to take all my anger out on, I head for the training room.

Fortunately, there aren't any training lessons in session. I take my shirt and pants off so that I'm clad in a cami and shorts. Finding my way to the training dummies, I deliver a kick so hard, it falls right over.

Not bothering to pick it up, I grab a gun and fire it repeatedly at the next one's head, pretending it's Seynara. The artificial blood spurts all over my clothes but that just makes me madder. I drive my fist into it's stomach several times before, grabbing the thing's fake wrist and flip it over my head.

Breathing heavily, I force a dagger past the vest and straight into the heart. Red paint splatters onto my face as I retrieve the blade and lie down on my side.

I guess I'm not really mad at the fact the Perfect are creating an army. In fact, I should've expected that. What I'm mad about is the way Chastity orders me around, like she's still the one in charge. If she thinks I'm going to run out into the world of Perfects and pretend to be one so I can get my ass kicked, she's got to be bonkers. And about the fact that she knew about this before I did. And yes, it was a bit disconcerting to find out the Perfects were building an army of Barbie dolls that were slimy demonic beasts under all that plastic.

I put my hands behind my head and focus my eyes on the ceiling. It's a black, depressing ceiling. In fact, the whole room is black and depressing. I sigh and close my eyes. The hard cement floor if the training room isn't exactly an ideal place to catch up on sleep, but at least no one will disturb me.

Sadly, my peace and quiet doesn't stay peace and quiet for long. The newbie tiptoes in, looking around. I sit up straight and narrow my eyes at him wondering how long it'll take for him to find me.

It takes him a few seconds. When he sees me, he bounds over with a part-nervous, part-terrified expression on his face.

"Miss Robin," he starts off.

"For Christ's sake kid, just call me Melanie!" I snap.

He glares at me for a second before he realizes who he's glaring at. He crosses his arms tightly while struggling to keep a neutral face.

"Melanie. The accented guy told me to report to you." he says stiffly.

"Report away." I command.

"I've been assigned a bunk and I'm to start training right away."

"Right." I say dryly. "Now Squeaks, what was his name again?"

"It's not like you know my name." he snaps.

My eyes narrow dangerously as I speak. "I never forget a name, Aeteas. Now how do you feel about a little one-on-one training with me?"

He gulps as I pick up the seemingly blood-splattered knife. "Not good."

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"Lesson number one." I bark, walking circles around him, taking in his stance.

"Chin down." I grab his chin and force it down.

He winces, but doesn't complain. I stand back to look at his posture again. He seems to have everything else down. A perfect copy of the dummy balanced next to him. I nod my approval and continue on.