HYBRID

Chapter 15- School (PART I)

She flipped down the hallway as needles were spat out of the walls.

As soon as her feet hit the floor- not loosing momentum- Constance sprung unto the table.

Still moving and using it as a launching pad she leaped up to the hole in the ceiling to the attic- using the walls closing in on her, as launching pads- never leaving either foot on the wall structure for more than a second.

She pulled herself up into the dark space. Taking a deep breath, she pressed forward carefully.

As much as Constance hated it, she had to finish, it was the only way out.

On instinct she twisted out of the way as a long sharp object came hurtling towards her neck.

I don't have time for this bull shit, she thought, leaping unto a table and from object to object- a safe, a generator, a grandfather clock.

It was safer to stay away from the ground.

A tall figure blocked her path, as well as the opening of light.

It's body of metal gleamed in the light.

The faceless head consisting of only two red empty eyes, glowed and blinked.

It was shaped like a man, only it wasn't organic in anyway and ten times more lethal.

Constance felt her frustration grow. Escaping traps the whole morning and now a flipping android. He had really overdone it.

Her anger started to peak. She unsheathed her sword-

Taking another deep breath, she calmed herself.

She was frustrated as hell but she knew exactly who she could take it out on.

The robot raised its arms- one had a gun, the other had a jagdkommando titanium tri-dagger knife. One of the deadliest in the world.

No words needed to be said.

It only had one priority- attack and kill.

It had no other objective.

And now it had a target.

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Constance hummed as she wrapped a bandage on her upper arm, the smell of Pop Tarts wafting through the air.

She enjoyed the little moment of peace she had by herself in peace and calmness, before he came.

"Did you finish?" came a rough gruff voice.

Constance swore in the back of her mind as she finished her bandaging.

At least, it was better now. Over the years she had gotten better at succeeding the death traps over the years her injuries decreasing over the years. They still left her with a few scars.

"Yes," she said simply, turning to take her four Pop Tarts out of the toaster.

"For your sake you had better not be lying. Did you completely finish?"

She turned around and looked intently at the bulking, muscular man obscured in the shadows. "Yes, I did,"

With that, she grabbed her school bag and Pop Tarts and left.

All he ever did was train her.

Grooming her slowly to become his replacement.

Their house was like a business- an area of professionalism.