For The Greater Good

Mia:3

Her icy fingers slipped around her glass, as she inhaled sharply. “That mutt……” She stopped and took an elegant sip from her glass. “Is he as intelligent as you say?” she asked bitterly. “Yes.” A small man emerged from the shadows of the ware house. “We know he is a mutation” he muttered “we found the files……. This dog, it apparently understands English…….. It’s supposed to have the intelligence of the average 12 year old……..” He inhaled and opened his mouth to speak again, but he was cut off. “Does it speak English” she asked her head now tilted to the side. “No, master, don’t be stupid” he spoke objectively. “You dare call me stupid?” she spat. “No…. I was just…” he paused and watched as she reached to her side, into a small black duffle bag that sat to the left of her lavish throne, and clasped onto something. She lifted her arm back to its original position; but this time, a pistol sat in her grip. “Please….. No...….No….. Please ma’am!” His voice was now doused in fear. “You dare call me ma’am!?” She asked in a tone that sounded like shock, but was under lined with a horrific calmness. “No... You’ve taken this the wrong way…… please don’t kill me……..” his voice trailed off. “I’m not going to kill you, as that would be counterproductive-“ “you’re going to shoot me in the leg or something….. And let me bleed to death?” “I will not do either of those things, for I cannot do either of those things. I need you to help me find a cure. I cannot kill you, no matter how much I wish to-“ “thank you! and I promise I will find a cure! I do… I promise…..” “That is good to hear, but the next time you cut me off mid-sentence, I will make sure I cut you into tiny little pieces, and don’t think that I will let you die that easily, I will make sure you live, and every day you will whimper in pain waiting for your wounds to heal, but they never will, I will make sure that every time one of your cuts closes, I will open right back up, do you understand?!” “Yes ma’am!” “DIDN’T WE JUST DISCUSS THIS?!” she screeched “you know what….. Never mind. Now go back to your lab, four eyes, or god help me, I will crush you” “Yes ma’am” he whispered, and he disappeared deeper into the shadows of the warehouse. “That kid is a blubbering idiot” she mumbled to herself “I swear, next time someone suggests searching a high school for survivors, I am going to kill them.”