Chapter Ninety Ninety Ninety: Boring

The girl fidgeted on her perch at the corner of the building, the group of fighters behind her droning on and on and on about how she'd never get away with what she'd done.

Tedious.

The heap of bodies she sat on shifted slightly as their blood and organs moved with her turning to face the fighters.

Boring.

The men and women screamed even louder at her as she watched them with a blank expression on her face, passion and rage engulfing their words.

Dull.

Raising an eyebrow as one of them raised a gun at her, she blinked and the whole group was crushed to death by the sheer force of her will.

Even this struck her as overwhelmingly insipid.

Everything died.

 All the people screamed and begged and fought as though their petulant outbursts meant anything to someone like her.

Overall, it was all pointless.

 Living.

Dying.

Rolling her eyes, she turned back to what she'd been watching and frowned as she said, "I hate to admit it, but I have grown rather fond of you, little human."

Down in the streets below, she watched from up close as the man named Trigger stood above the man she was currently fascinated with.

His name was Ronin and she'd been told, in one time or some place, it all kind of blended together for her, that he was something special.

Trigger laughed as his eyes flashed bright red and his bloodstained clothes seemed to writhe with sadistic life.

Ronin glared up at him, defiant to the end at the very least, and Trigger placed his gun, a revolver that slowly warped into a gun nearly three times Trigger's height, against his forehead.

Examining the gun up close, she saw that it was made of old tech that Trigger couldn't possibly have, something from an era that was millions of millennia old.

Touching the barrel of the gun, pressed squarely to Ronin's head, she burned her finger on the weapon as it began powering up and she hugged herself, kissing her forehead and burned finger.

Trigger laughed again and fired the weapon, reducing Ronin, and all that he might become, to dust.

She sighed sadly and looked at Ronin having his crisis in the darkness, making sure to remain somewhere he might not see her and almost let out a content sigh to see him alive.

She wondered if he realized how impressively interesting he was, if he knew that he was one of the only truly interesting people on the planet at this point.

Shrugging a bit, she watched him turn to dust and said to herself, "Daddy sure knows how to pick interesting people...even if they have no idea they're to be chosen."

Her eyes flickered red and Ronin turned to her, chained in the back of the cave where the bandits had gathered all the women for their cruel entertainment.

She blinked again and a pure white circle carved itself into existence on the rock above her head while he walked back to her.

She watched him fawn over her, knowing one day he'd be someone of true interest and told him to look for the circle.

After all...with the right stimuli...how different was he from her anyway?