My Spitefic
Jul. 19th, 2014 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
frostedoverroseDr. Jenkins walked down the hallway marked Dangerous in red paint. He had to give an assignment to SPC Eighty-Five. He was on death row, he shouldn't have chickened out at the thought of cleaning SPC Fifty-Five's pin. But let's face it, that thing is an unkillable machine. Even though it looked like some sort of rotted lizard thing, and hates humanity. He wasn't taking his chances.
He stopped at Eighty-Five's containment room and looked in the window. There was Eighty-Five sitting in the corner. He slid the key card in the lock and walked in.
Eighty-Five had cherry red hair. He was wearing black baggy shorts and a white tee-shirt. He looked up. He was wearing sunglasses and dog-tags. He was a skinny little thing. Pale skin and noddle arms. Well a lot skinnier than a normal boy's arms.
"What?" Eighty-Five asked, as he looked up at Dr. Jenkins.
"We have an assignment for you. It's your very first." Dr. Jenkins said and handed a folder to Eighty-Five. He grabbed it and looked at it. "This man is disgusting. Trust me, We all have seen worse in prison. Everybody hates him."
"That's very reassuring," Eighty-Five said. "What am I supposed to do to him?"
Dr. Jenkins smiled, "Trust us. You know what we want."
--
He popped out of nowhere. He was 5'2 and wearing all black, in contrast to the fancy dresses and suits in the fancy restaurant. He was wearing sunglasses, which was rude. But nobody didn't seem to notice anything wrong with it. Ana did notice how there was at six other couples in the restaurant.
The boy grabbed a chair and pulled it up to their table. "Hey, my name is Blake." Blake smiled.
Christian was mad at being interrupted, "What do you want kid? Go back to your parents or girlfriend or whatever."
Blake rolled his eyes, "I'm not dating anyone. My parents aren't even here." He shrugged.
"Then leave me and my date alone," Christian said.
Ana wanted to say, 'Don't be rude' but she didn't want to get dragged into the restroom to get spanked or punished, or both. She decided to look at the pictures on the wall. She looked at Christian who was looking pissed and he relaxed.
The waitress walked up. She had her black in a bun, with two pencils in it. She was wearing a short red dress and too much red lipstick. "Hello, my name is Rebecca and I'll be your waitress for this evening." She seemed to mostly address Blake.
"Can I get a grilled cheese sandwich, a side of French fries and tomato soup? I would like some Dr. Pepper. Please?" Blake asked.
"Coming right up." Rebecca said and hurried off to get the order.
"That was rude." Christian said, "I'm going to tell the manager."
"Anyway, I hate it when people use the tragic backstory as an excuse. There's no excuse. It's an explanation." Blake said. "I don't care if your mother or father abused you. There's no excuse. It's all you."
"What are you talking about?" Christian snarled out.
"I'm just saying, that if you got abused or something else horrible, that's not an excuse, it's an explanation," Blake said.
"You better leave, before I have the owners throw you out," Christian said.
Blake shook his head, "No can do. But my point still stands. I never meet my real parents. I wasn't even adopted into a foster family. I was trapped in a room for most of my life. Well I'm fourteen, but still. I get tested on every day. I never been outside in fourteen years. Well, except for today. I never hurt anybody in my life."
Blake shrugged and took off his sunglasses. He had two colored irises. There was a red ring around the pupils and a purple ring surrounding the red ring. He looked at Christian.
Christian started feeling tingly and warm. He could feel sweat trickle down his face.
The diners didn't seem to notice the heat, the smell of smoke, and a scream in agony.
"What the fuck did you do to him?" Ana shouted at Blake. He looked at her. Ana started feeling tingly and warm. She too spontaneously combusted.
Rebecca walked up to the table, holding a tray with Blake's food on it. "Take your time SPC Eighty-Five."
"What happened to my parents?" Eighty-Five asked. The diners, actually the doctors went to go clean up the smoldering remains of Christian and Ana's bodies.
"Well..." Rebecca started.
He stopped at Eighty-Five's containment room and looked in the window. There was Eighty-Five sitting in the corner. He slid the key card in the lock and walked in.
Eighty-Five had cherry red hair. He was wearing black baggy shorts and a white tee-shirt. He looked up. He was wearing sunglasses and dog-tags. He was a skinny little thing. Pale skin and noddle arms. Well a lot skinnier than a normal boy's arms.
"What?" Eighty-Five asked, as he looked up at Dr. Jenkins.
"We have an assignment for you. It's your very first." Dr. Jenkins said and handed a folder to Eighty-Five. He grabbed it and looked at it. "This man is disgusting. Trust me, We all have seen worse in prison. Everybody hates him."
"That's very reassuring," Eighty-Five said. "What am I supposed to do to him?"
Dr. Jenkins smiled, "Trust us. You know what we want."
--
He popped out of nowhere. He was 5'2 and wearing all black, in contrast to the fancy dresses and suits in the fancy restaurant. He was wearing sunglasses, which was rude. But nobody didn't seem to notice anything wrong with it. Ana did notice how there was at six other couples in the restaurant.
The boy grabbed a chair and pulled it up to their table. "Hey, my name is Blake." Blake smiled.
Christian was mad at being interrupted, "What do you want kid? Go back to your parents or girlfriend or whatever."
Blake rolled his eyes, "I'm not dating anyone. My parents aren't even here." He shrugged.
"Then leave me and my date alone," Christian said.
Ana wanted to say, 'Don't be rude' but she didn't want to get dragged into the restroom to get spanked or punished, or both. She decided to look at the pictures on the wall. She looked at Christian who was looking pissed and he relaxed.
The waitress walked up. She had her black in a bun, with two pencils in it. She was wearing a short red dress and too much red lipstick. "Hello, my name is Rebecca and I'll be your waitress for this evening." She seemed to mostly address Blake.
"Can I get a grilled cheese sandwich, a side of French fries and tomato soup? I would like some Dr. Pepper. Please?" Blake asked.
"Coming right up." Rebecca said and hurried off to get the order.
"That was rude." Christian said, "I'm going to tell the manager."
"Anyway, I hate it when people use the tragic backstory as an excuse. There's no excuse. It's an explanation." Blake said. "I don't care if your mother or father abused you. There's no excuse. It's all you."
"What are you talking about?" Christian snarled out.
"I'm just saying, that if you got abused or something else horrible, that's not an excuse, it's an explanation," Blake said.
"You better leave, before I have the owners throw you out," Christian said.
Blake shook his head, "No can do. But my point still stands. I never meet my real parents. I wasn't even adopted into a foster family. I was trapped in a room for most of my life. Well I'm fourteen, but still. I get tested on every day. I never been outside in fourteen years. Well, except for today. I never hurt anybody in my life."
Blake shrugged and took off his sunglasses. He had two colored irises. There was a red ring around the pupils and a purple ring surrounding the red ring. He looked at Christian.
Christian started feeling tingly and warm. He could feel sweat trickle down his face.
The diners didn't seem to notice the heat, the smell of smoke, and a scream in agony.
"What the fuck did you do to him?" Ana shouted at Blake. He looked at her. Ana started feeling tingly and warm. She too spontaneously combusted.
Rebecca walked up to the table, holding a tray with Blake's food on it. "Take your time SPC Eighty-Five."
"What happened to my parents?" Eighty-Five asked. The diners, actually the doctors went to go clean up the smoldering remains of Christian and Ana's bodies.
"Well..." Rebecca started.
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