Kill Or Be Killed

First Day Of School

"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up wake up wake up!" Bridgit squealed with excitement as she shook Jeff in an attempt to wake him up.

"Go back to sleep Bridgit," he mumbled grumpily. Jeff was not a morning person at all.

"I can't! It's the first day of school!" Bridgit practically pushed Jeff out of his bed to get him up. Bridgit was already ready to go. "Can you drive me?" she asked Jeff.

He kneeled down to her height. "I wish I could sweetheart, but just look at me. I don't want to scare people," he said softly. It was all lies of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to scare people, it was just that he didn't need all the odd stares. It reminded him of his pre-insanity childhood, and it kind of hurt his twisted heart.

Bridgit frowned. "Okay.. I guess not everyone's as pretty as you, daddy," she said with a giggle.

"That's right," Jeff said with a wink, then stood up. "Have Masky drive you. He looks normal enough," he says with a slight laugh.

Bridgit smiles. "Okay," she stands on her tiptoes and kisses Jeff's cheek, and then skips off to find Masky. She finds him, of course, in the kitchen, eating cheesecake for breakfast.

"Maaaaaaaasky!" Bridgit says as she walks into the kitchen. "Can you drive me to school?"

"I dunno, I'm kinda busy..." Masky starts, scratching the back of his neck.

"Pweaaaase?" Bridgit pouts her lip and turns on her puppy dog eyes.

Masky sighs in defeat. Her puppy dog face was not one you could resist. "Alright, c'mon."

"Yay! Thank you!" Bridgit smiles brightly and follows him to his car.

"No problem, kiddo," he replies with a slight smile hidden under his mask.

Bridgit immediately knows she doesn't fit in with the other kids at school. Her desk partner took one of her crayons and didn't return it. The girl also lied about not having it, so Bridgit stabbed her with a pencil. She was sent to the principal's office immediately, and he made her talk to the guidance counselor, which Bridgit hated every minute of. She was sent home early because she threatened the counselor with a nearby pair of scissors.

"You have one violent child, Mr...." The principal starts.

"...Parker," Jeff says, scratching at the plastic skin on his face. No one needed to know his real last name, so he just used Bridgit's.

"...Mr. Parker," the principal continues, "I'm afraid you're going to have to bring her back next year, if she decides to be a good little girl."

"But---!" Bridgit starts to complain. She just wanted to go to school and fit in with all the other normal boys and girls.

"Understood, sir," Jeff says sincerely, shaking the man's hand firmly. The two then left and headed back to the mansion. Jeff was secretly relieved that Bridgit didn't have to go to school, it meant he could spend more time on her training.

"Why can't I go to school?" Bridgit asks suddenly.

"You're just..different than them, that's all," Jeff replies.

"I'm different? Is that good or bad?" she wonders aloud.

"It depends on whose perspective you're looking at it from. In our eyes," he says, gesturing towards the mansion he was driving to, "it's a good thing. In society's, it makes you a monster." At this, Bridgit gasps.

"I'm a m-m-monster?" she stutters.

Jeff pauses to think. "Yes, but like I said, that's not always a bad thing, but," he says, parking the car. He gets out, and opens Bridgit's door. Looking into the eyes of the trembling child, he holds out a hand to help her out of the car. "As long as you're accepted by at least one person, you'll never have to worry about feeling like one."