Transformers Fic
There was a young tall pale 18 year old-ish with bright silver long locks and red beaming eyes. Sitting inside the interrogation room was....quaint, in a way at least. She sat quietly, staring a head of her, making no noise. The pale skinned girl had blood splotches here and there, all over, big splotches, little splotches, on her cheek, shirt, pants, hands and arms. Murderer? Sure, you could say that, we'll find out, right?
"She's in here sir." There was a soft male voice outside the cold square room, and then a loud booming one came after the soft one with a grunt of a reply. A tall shady man walked in, in one of those flashy tuxedo's and dark neat brown hair, black beady eyes.
"So...Miss..." The shady man paused, a police officer came in as he fixed his tie.
"No records of her at all, Sir." said the soft voiced police officer. "It's like she never existed." He added a short pause, his baby blue eyes looming over the girl.
"Right..." The other man gave a gruff sigh and rubbed his temples with a large strong hand. He turned to the girl and crossed his legs and gently laced his fingers together, "What's your name, honey?"
The girl, eyes covered now by bloody bangs slowly glanced up, "Name?" She cracked a crooked smile, "Zero." She added, tilting her head to a small angle to the side. She looked like she had came out of a horror movie, a creepy smile, long bloody hair, blood red demonic eyes; She was tall, lanky, bony, and freaking pale, giving the officer a slight shiver down his spine.
"Not a number, a name." The dark man heaved a heavy sigh, now resting his cheek on one of his hands. 'This will take a while' He thought to himself.
"You humans are all the same, 'Zero's a number not your name' they say." The girl heaved a soft sigh, but no breeze came from her mouth. "My name is Z E R O." Her cold dead lips moved smoothly as she spoke, glancing up at them.
"Us humans? You're human too, child!" The officer then paused before squeaking out a "Are you?" out of his mouth.
The girl laughed softly and slowly leaned over the table and looked up, her eyes now in full view, smiling a creepy smile again, she whispered, "No...." Her arms jerked away and broke the shackles that held her wrists together and she slowly stood, "I am not a primate." She announced.
Freaking out, The interrogator quickly drew his gun and shot her in the forehead, she staggered back, head falling back before she caught herself.
"That's not going to work..." There was the creepy voice again, and she brought her head back up, the hole freshly in her forehead, showing wires and a golden liquid oozing from the wound. "Not going to work...At all." she smiled almost innocently then sparks formed around her body, more, more, more and then it filled the whole room, a bright light escaping the door windows and crevices then...died down. The girl stood there with two freshly charred skeletons at her heels. "Oh my." The girl grinned down at this scene, "I went a little too...far." She let out a mad fit of giggles, stepping over the black bones.
"She's in here sir." There was a soft male voice outside the cold square room, and then a loud booming one came after the soft one with a grunt of a reply. A tall shady man walked in, in one of those flashy tuxedo's and dark neat brown hair, black beady eyes.
"So...Miss..." The shady man paused, a police officer came in as he fixed his tie.
"No records of her at all, Sir." said the soft voiced police officer. "It's like she never existed." He added a short pause, his baby blue eyes looming over the girl.
"Right..." The other man gave a gruff sigh and rubbed his temples with a large strong hand. He turned to the girl and crossed his legs and gently laced his fingers together, "What's your name, honey?"
The girl, eyes covered now by bloody bangs slowly glanced up, "Name?" She cracked a crooked smile, "Zero." She added, tilting her head to a small angle to the side. She looked like she had came out of a horror movie, a creepy smile, long bloody hair, blood red demonic eyes; She was tall, lanky, bony, and freaking pale, giving the officer a slight shiver down his spine.
"Not a number, a name." The dark man heaved a heavy sigh, now resting his cheek on one of his hands. 'This will take a while' He thought to himself.
"You humans are all the same, 'Zero's a number not your name' they say." The girl heaved a soft sigh, but no breeze came from her mouth. "My name is Z E R O." Her cold dead lips moved smoothly as she spoke, glancing up at them.
"Us humans? You're human too, child!" The officer then paused before squeaking out a "Are you?" out of his mouth.
The girl laughed softly and slowly leaned over the table and looked up, her eyes now in full view, smiling a creepy smile again, she whispered, "No...." Her arms jerked away and broke the shackles that held her wrists together and she slowly stood, "I am not a primate." She announced.
Freaking out, The interrogator quickly drew his gun and shot her in the forehead, she staggered back, head falling back before she caught herself.
"That's not going to work..." There was the creepy voice again, and she brought her head back up, the hole freshly in her forehead, showing wires and a golden liquid oozing from the wound. "Not going to work...At all." she smiled almost innocently then sparks formed around her body, more, more, more and then it filled the whole room, a bright light escaping the door windows and crevices then...died down. The girl stood there with two freshly charred skeletons at her heels. "Oh my." The girl grinned down at this scene, "I went a little too...far." She let out a mad fit of giggles, stepping over the black bones.
