~Glory
Can a man be worth more then what he can take by his own ability. If he can't craft his own possessions, what right does he have to own it. If he can't cook his own food, what right does he have to eat it. If he can't protect his own life, what right does he have to live it. These creature of illusional worth surround me. They plead and beg for these things that they have no right to. Block through block, these creatures seem just copies of the last I dispatched of. An infestation that has been permitted to exist far too long, and grown out of control.
I found Nightcross sifting through the organs of her latest victim. "S, you are taking far too long with a single one of these vermin." She ignored me completely, and continued on with her adventure. "Did you hear me, we don't have time for this pseudoscience of yours." This obstinate women couldn't comprehend simple efficiency. How could she outrank me. I had put up with this behavior long enough. I allowed my body to outstretch itself, and inhabit the vines connected to me. I had them leave the ground under her victim, launching him far into the distance.
Her reaction to this was immediate, bringing a needle to my throat. "You miserable fool. This needle here was created especially for you, I have one for everyone. All I need to do is poke this anywhere on your body, and your plant life will turn on you. Rip you apart slowly. If I just did this." She jabbed it into my throat and began laughing like a child on Christmas. I tried to have a vine strike her, but she avoided it.
My vines fell to the ground, and I couldn't move. After that was what felt like hours, or days of my vines cutting away at me. I couldn't tell how much time had passed because my eyes were the first to be cut out. I was prepared for this pain though. I deserved it for being so weak. If I couldn't defend myself, all hell should await me.
Then my eyes opened, to her prodding at the same body I had thrown. Her damn hallucinogens. From the looks of it, only a few minutes had passed. I wish if she was going to do this, she would kill me instead of just toying with me. Though this is my place. She is stronger than me, so she can do with me as she wishes.
I turned off to go to the hospital. Apparently there is a squad there that the Furor wants captured alive. He says he needs to execute them publicly to end the political troubles with magnate, and all damages done by us should be blamed on them. They were obviously patsies for our government, but I was not a person to question such things. I was a soldier, and only should follow the orders of my superior.
~Myself
First Stern post that didn't involve things that will traumatize me. I feel dirty. Sorta like I ruined a beautiful tradition. Anyways, here is what Glory looks like.
