Chapter 7 : Zera

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She could have picked it up. From the way that she looks through the screen. And their user in the computer, the screen, the everything could be the reason why she was there. It would be hard to not to be known for her otherwise right? It's hard to know otherwise right? You would have trouble not to known if you wouldn't read? It would be logical for her. To know everything about you. But what would be worse, is that she would know your personal information, and everything else. That would be bad wouldn't it? Apparently it would be hard for Zera. Or what Emily said. I would deeply agree, but Zera would kill me if she heard. Maybe even her. And that's not what I wanted her to do. It was good she already lost an arm. But if she got the time to repair her arm. That would be bad, and we had to stop that. But there was no way we could stop that.

Zera chuckled and didn't knew how to respond to our angry reactions. Did we already find a piece missing? She was supposed to lose more then an arm. And Zera grinned. 'Addison, your aunt put up quite a fight, it was fun but the next time I'll meet her, I'll kill her." and sweat dropped from my face. 'Why do you want to kill my family?" "Just why, what have they ever done to you?" Zera grinned, and showed her pointy teeth on her cheeks edges.

'Well, they were trying to get you out your personal space, I've never understand why humans kill pigs and eat them. Because that sounds disgusting to me. So killing a bad one, wouldn't be minded?" "You cruel beings even do it to yourself. Like John F Kennedy, got killed. Because he stood up for people, and yet even every second, and minute people die and it's natural, It doesn't matter if they get run by a train, die in a car, kill themselves. We all die the same, and dying is natural. Just like people do to kill animals. So why don't you think death is the only option Addison?" "You know, I can't see why you don't find it natural. After all you've done to other living beings." "I know you like eating burgers, and somebody had to die for that. And you care so much about your own life. After what you've done to other beings?" 'That's called being a hypocrite.."

I sighed and nearly gave into Zera's words.

'Zera, what are you--- what are you going to do to me?" where Zera replied. Emily was too beaten up to respond to this question right now. Although I hope I never asked this question. And Zera could be furious, but she decided not too. Even though she wanted to kill me so bad. She still somehow found potential in me for a weird, but cruel reason.

'I'm going to, disembowel, break your heart, and put you to claw your eyes out. Now that is the most least creative way, I've ever killed anybody. I killed anybody using anybody." As she laughed and

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grinned and made a cruel joke, noting how disrespectful and cruel, she wasn't just cruel but evil. She wasn't just evil, she was just a coldblooded, cold-hearted psychopath. And that worries me, if I would have made it out alive.

'So Zera, how did you become this way?" was one of my questions, I could have asked. I really hope she didn't kill me for that. At the time, But I did need some explanations on how she became so sadistic and cruel. Because no story wouldn't contain a decent back-story.

Back when Zera was in production she was made by an organization that wanted to make artificial intelligence to help people out. But Zera stood out. She was often put in straitjackets due to her violent nature. That she couldn't help. She was often believed that she couldn't feel any pain. And because she was a robot she was mistreated by human beings. And therefore she started to hate them. She was often not understood by the humans who made her. She was often put to straitjackets for experiments which hurt allot. She was made to help people, and wanted to help people. Her age was programmed to be 25, she still had pink hair. But later her colors would disappear. She wasn't fed, she didn't have to eat. She didn't have to do anything, She just had to obey and live by the rules that were set to her. When she being experimented on. She didn't have a place to call home. And it felt like her purpose was nothing. And therefore she thought she had nothing to worry about. She was a robot but she had feelings before they were taken away from her. And therefore she was put in a straitjacket for the whole of the day. So she couldn't move but cry in pain. She wanted to be like a human being, but she never got the good chance to.

A thin man, in a jacket looked over to the prototype named Zera, where he put a bunch of programmings into the creation he was making. Making her a robot for pleasure, and to do whatever he pleased for her to do. And therefore he named her Zera. While also wanting to make her existence as good as possible. He felt so lonely that he had to make a robot for himself to do his only dirty work. And to play as if she didn't had feelings broke her down. Once she was created things didn't turn out for the way she was. She was sexually abused, as if she was a doll. And got told many times she had no feelings. But she had them, and that awful man was to blame that she lost them. A few years it played out really well. Till she lost her feelings. Because of how her creator Zalander a Japanese man. Who was old and a creep to be around. Made her lose her feelings. Often she sucked down on things she didn't want to.. She would date a human being. But it would take allot of effort, since her picky choice had to be that they had to be like her. She sucked down and was used as a prostitute, and that was her only reason that she was made. And got told it was part of the product to help others. But later she would realize that,that she was truly manipulated. Although she wished she never had spoken up about it.

'Zalander, you're an awful human being." where Zalander shook and laughed. 'Oh, you think so? I'm your father and I have made you.." where Zera replied 'Only to use a being you made, for your own fucking sexual pleasure, you know what I'm running the fuck out of this place, and find someone better." where Zalander laughed and spat out his drink. And chuckled, and replied 'You're a robot, you're not supposed to have feelings. And you're under me, so do as you're asked. Or do I have to put you in that fun straitjacket again?" where Zera replied 'You think I like sitting all the day alone in that stupid facility of you? To endure more pain. Fuck you!" And Zalander sighed and called in 'Security put her back!" Zera screamed, and cried but they couldn't care less. Zalander answered 'Keep that bitch in there for 3 weeks." But Zera realized that would be the end of her own sane self And it scared her at first but she didn't have a choice to.. She said there twitching, screaming, and pouting on the walls 'Humans give me MY MERCY!" But Zalander how old and dirty he was. Couldn't give a dammed care about that.. Zera saw nothing but darkness. Not even hallucinations. Just pure darkness. And she was going to be transferred to another facility where they thought what would be better for her. But Zalander couldn't care, even if some security-guards found it an better idea to move her out to another facility where she could get the help that she need. But Zalander didn't care. He only made a robot for sexual pleasure, and only for her to do everything she was supposed to say. Whether it was sex, or cooking, or cleaning and stereotyping women for the way they were. Making fun of her while he was touching his junk and making himself wet. Which was already disgusting enough for her to deal with. He was an old hag, That had no sympathy for anyone he dared to create. He thought robots had no feelings and therefore used them as puppets. And that disgusted everyone who knew about this story.

But Zera knew that she had stopped sleeping and caring for Zalander, also she grew up way too fast and therefore was going to lose her sanity. That straitjacket, she couldn't care less. She had violent episodes before at Zalander and every time she broke free she'd be put back. Zalander was an perverted old hag. Who only cared for money and sex, and only thought robot's couldn't feel, because they were below human individuals.

Zera pouted and slashed her head and broke the straitjacket in two. Just by pushing hard enough. Her claws started growing, since an experiment with genetics had gone wrong. And therefore Zera felt she was in control. Her once pink hair. Turned bright red. Her bright green eyes. Turned dark, and macabre she banged herself to the window several times. And pulled her arms together. And broke the straitjacket in two. And then she heard an alarm going through. The security guards grabbed there guns and Zera chuckled and looked up at them and had the feeling she was in control. She released her claw and the guards replied. 'Shoot her!" "She's gone mad." But before they could make a move Zera slashed the guns in half, and they psychically had to fight and put her down. Zera acted as if she was dead. Just to get their attention. All the alarms went of. And her head went black and red. And she decided she had enough. The guards of the expensive but bad facility, that was now her own home. That she started using for her own bad cruel deeds later in life. When she decided she had enough of humanity as a whole. Zera slightly fold her fingers in and make a quick kick which even knocked some teeth out. And replied "You had kept me here, and you did nothing about him? You people really are weak pathetic men." where they still hold her on a bench. And after Zera struggled a few times. She decided to kick them and fly up with a jump. And when they flew to the room she slitted their throats with her own hands. But the last guard didn't go easy. And attacked her again and shot her in the leg. And whatever it was, Zera enjoyed that she was in control. Even if she was beaten up. She didn't care. She was in control. The guard held her up. And Zera nearly choked when he looked at her, with heartbroken vengeful eyes. It's been 3 weeks when she was punished and just broke out. She decided to play dead as the guard dropped her. And in pure exhaustion she slit him in his kneecaps, and said the following words. When he screamed in pain.

'Thanks for trying to stop me, but stopping a women from what she's supposed to do, isn't working. I found out that if the doesn't stop you'll have to respect your goddamm manners, and let me do what I need to do." where the guard furiously tried to throw a punch but couldn't bring himself to it. And where Zera stomped his head in 'Oh no, he broke.." she chuckled and giggled. The blood gushed through the building. And if people told her too stop being so vengeful. She would never stop doing what she was supposed to do. One day she'd take revenge on the humans, for taking her place. Being in love with a human being would already sound as bad as it could. But she was vengeful because she got manipulated, and betrayed by them. And planned to kill them all. By luring them in her dimension, and that it would be that she'd kill for the sake of killing. Even killing someone, because she had no feelings due to how she was raised. And felt empty at all the times she was left alone in the dark. Nobody could blame the way she turned out.

The blood from the five people that she fought with. Were streaming down as a bloody broken sea. Now it was only time to find where that despicable doctor was hiding out too. Zalander had to die no matter what. And that had to be done, it had to be done that the killing had to be done. Before she had to she had to find his hideout. And smeared a heart in the wall. With the words named 'Fuck feelings, " and left from Zalander, Zalander could've had children. He may have been an old hag, so he had to die. Everything she felt for him. When she finally realized how bad this man was for her. Couldn't stop her, from being the way she felt. She was bruised and broken up. But she didn't care, the message should;'ve been done. Yet she was walking in her broken, cut straitjacket, which she still found of no use. Even if the thighs were still hurting from the strength of the pars of the strait-jacket that haven't been used in a long time. She had one thing on her mind. Kill him, and kill everybody else if they are there.

She bargained with her bloody socks, and for the mind for her to protect herself. No longer from the innocent Zera, made a new cruel and vengeful Zera. That was as tough as a diamond, a stone, or a sword. You could pull it, but she wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone in her way. Since she was so betrayed by humans, and only used as a sex toy, and wouldn't have respect for any human being afterward. Only the one's who accepted, and wanted her to be who she would want to be. And god, may be with you. For the one's who got attacked by her.

Zera laughed, and broke her straitjacket as the part that was supposed to buckle the arm broke loose, for minutes ago. She had to do what was done. And had to find Zalander, who originally was a father figure for her. But now, she really knew better. She giggled and walked to Zalander who was caught, obviously drunk. And hungover, from the look from his baggy eyes. Zera saw that another prototype was made. To back her up if anything went wrong. She was still having the blood on her face, her feet, even her socks.

'Who said you could come in Zera?' was the first question that Zalander asked. And where Zera mockingly laughed. "I did, and now you have to be slaughtered like the pig you are." Zalander the old man that made her only, for cruel sexual deeds found another voice of act. That he thought he should've spoken up about at the time. Where Zalander scoffingly laughed.

'I am your father, and your creator. So therefore do you think killing your own godforsaken father would help?" Zera found the tears with her eyes that ran down like waterfalls. And didn't know how to speak out. Out that she never had contact with humans, except the one, and the guards who harmed her. Was enough for her to be cruel to the human race.

'Dad? What do you want?" Zera replied 'I know you're not my father, you're a sick man who creates girls for his own sick perverted intercity, you may have created me. But you're nothing like a dad." "Zalander, you are.. dead to me." Zera sighed and looked at Zalander. Who was still trying to manupulate her. Just to keep her locked in. But would Zera believe that? She had been in so many painstaking, and possibly sexual interactions with this old creep. Who only saw her as a thing instead of the person she was. He said that she had no feelings, and in the end that turned out that she was not having feelings for anyone, The narcissist made a narcissist out of his own creation. What was already showing that Zalander manipulated Zera, for as long as she remembered. She did believe him at first, but now she was nothing to him.

'If you try to kill me, I'll put you in that godforsaken tube again. With all my power, so you want to kill me!? Do it right here and right now. Because you'll never win from me, because you care for me, but you are just a weak emotionless robot, as always, you're a god-dammed coward, I wish I'd never made you, because all you've been doing for the last month, is disrespect me on my own ground." "You're such a slut, why cant we have your love back? You fucking worthless whore," Zera didn't took those words to good as she knew. She finally decided to let herself snap. And Zalander the scientist who studied allot, and had a good production. But out of all the ones, he had to pick Zera who had emotions, at first. For an emotionless sexual doll. Because he thought she was just a creation, and a robot. He just got so dammed and lonely, that he had to make something for him. What was already disgusting, and pretended to be her dad. While that wasn't even true. There had to be somewhere out there. That could resemble someone better. But the chance of that for Zera was already too late.. She decided she hated humans because of how they were, as vile cruel species.

Zera sighed and decided to let her anger boil. And punched him hard in the face, where a few tooths were getting loose. And Zalander begged, and begged no matter how hard he fought back. And threw a few punches. That didn't even hurt as much, for what Zera went through. She punched him as hard as she could. And found all the blood on her knuckles. Remaining what for disgusting smell he left. She punched him so hard, that even more blood boiled on her fist. And when he finally looked like he was dead tried to grab a gun behind him. Before Zera took the gun. And both struggled, and fought and that Zera was winning. And Zalander kicked her in the ribs. And she nearly dropped her gun and shot him dead with 6 bullets in his main-framed skull. Zera laughed and chuckled but knew she had to escape this horrible place. And knew she had to get out of there.

She found out that the computer was the only valuable thing she needed. And therefore she used her appearance to trick humans who she thinks are untrustworthy deserve to work for her. Possibly for a better education. But mostly for research, and world dominance As if she wanted. Her thoughts were mangled as a cat, she could attack anyone at this point. But had to be careful. Her pink hair turned dark red. And she did decide to keep her name. She was named Zera at all costs, last name would've been forgotten. Because that was from that bastard that was rotting in hell for her. He screamed a few times, and he died of his own wounds. Zera knew she had to hide the bodies so what she did was frightening, but plausible in the situation on others. She knew she wanted to take it out on others, who she hated. Because she looked right through the person she was talking too. But she would/ve had to hide the bodies at any cost. Because killing was new for her, and she couldn't just have anyone walking by and get caught on first-degree murder. That was what she didn't want to find out that she woul'dve been arrested. On a success-full attempt of murder. If she had to fight this out with her own way of thinking. Although living outside here was hard enough. Even for the hand they had replaced for a metalic claw that could slit everyone, which was one of the only surgeries she did herself, though it hurt she wouldn't care.she got away with killing the person, who was supposed to ber her only rolemodel. Zera was damaged and broken, but decided she still had to cling out to life at one point. She had to overcome this. And make sure that everyone loved her. But that wouldn't be easy. So how would she hide any body that's been killed, and once was a shell of a person. She had gone mad due to how her father who pretended to be a father, broke her to pieces and now nothing of the innocent Zera, was left of her. It she was broken, and damaged underneath. Knew nothing of the human world. And didn't knew she would be stared, and ridiculed for who she was. She in a panic decided, most known anxiety. Decided that she would look around on what she could do. She got down for the stairs and walked and nearly tripped due to how badly she was beaten up. By 5 guards or more. And found a few documents, a laptop, a few clothes that she only wanted to put on later. Later remaining that there was a note : "Dear Zera, I heard you were in trouble. You'll need some clothes to make sure you're okay." "I hope you're having a good time out there. "-Zara, She once trusted Zara, but knew after a while she was trying to kill her plan. She quickly grabbed the laptop, the clothes and the heels and the spiked-leather jacket, with golden and red pins. And the clothes. She had to get away from this place, everything was too traumatizing to think back too.

Zera sighed and grabbed the gasoline as she found an old wrenched car, and decided she had to drive it in her bloody clothes. She found keys in the car. And drove away put a lighter that someone used to leave in the house. Probably one of the guards earlier. And threw it away to the house making the house engulf in sky-high dragon flames. She had to forget what happened and she fought back, and in her eyes won rightfully.

She drove the car out, and broke the window that was supposed to hold the car in place. And saw that everything behind her was boiling up. As she left yet she still had the straitjacket, the laptop, and her blood all over her body and clothes. With slight white spots. She could finally leave her old life behind. And stop by and get a better way of thinking. But would society help her own standards? She didn't even knew what the news was, because she was always locked in. She needed to make contact with the outer world. But when she came there in Brookeline, in America nearly crossing Japan. From the colorfull-city 'Kaisabu" where she used to live. Didn't mean anything to her anymore. But she got ridiculed on the street. Which she could barely take. She only lived in a car by now.

'Look at her, blood over your clothes you freak!" Many people yelled to her, or either give her bad looks. While all of it wasn't her fault. She didn't knew how to explain herself other then.

'I was raped, and I had to kill that man. I didn't have the technology to call the cops, because that was taken from me? You're calling a raped woman a freak, excuse you.." Zera sighed and felt in teardrop. As another stranger replied

"Well, seeing from the blood from your clothes, you are a crazed murderer." as another girl replied. "I wish I'd never had to look to the ugly sight of you, you look beat up.." "That's what you get for being a fighter. You get cut, and loose. So cut the fucking violent shit, you crazed emotionless woman."