Aberrant

"Don't touch me," She growled in frustration, pulling her arm away from his hand.

He gave her a small smile and walked a circle around her, "they call you the Aberrant, well at least that's what I've heard in history. You..wait what was your name again?"

She eyed him off, she had heard this word before- Aberrant. She whispered the word beneath her breath and the sound of it filled her mouth with a bitter taste. She felt dread wash over her.
"Who am I to trust you with my name? My mother has told me about the likes of you, running tests on the harmless to control the abilities that are rightfully theirs. So I am what you have been searching for then?"

The man approached her slowly and wrapped his hand around her chin and held her as he stared deep into her endless brown eyes. He laughed and the sound filled the dull room.

"No, sweet heart. The council are afraid of the rumoured Aberrant, the one who can stray from the desired path. It means they lack control, lack power and best of all, it means they have something to fear," he winked at her and let go of her face which was now contorted in disgust at the strangers closeness to her, regardless of his seeming attractiveness. "Oh, how rude of me darling it seems I have forgot to mention who I am- Elijah Drogo. Doesn't ring a bell? Well I'm glad."

"Well take me to your council then, fool."

"Strong words for a little girl," he smiled.

"Strong words for a coward." She grunted in disgust.

"Now now, darling, you've heard of the rebellion?"

"Of course," she snapped "the rebellion is forced to not be spoken about but its presense is almost unable to ignore like a rotting smell in the streets of our beloved home."

He laughs at her use of sarcasm in the word beloved. He wondered where she came from, certainly not the capital.

"Well then, little girl, you better be as vile as the words that come out of your pretty little mouth then. Welcome to the god damn fucking rebellion."