Emily

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[em-fisher]

All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach. Don’t you ever tame your demons, always keep them on a leash.

[lesbeehive]

[em-fisher]

"So, you mean I'm not done yet?"

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“Jesus?” He was quick to respond, quick to whip around from his chair and leave it – like a shark finally getting a whiff of blood after miles of absolute nothing. “Jesus is dead.” He continued, stepping towards the railing to look down at the girl from his stand on the elevated platform. What a pretty little relief. His sudden revival had startled those in the room with him. The typing on keyboards broke as soon as his own rather alarming silence did in order to pay some attention to the new voice, but quickly started back again to keep the man’s attention on the girl and away from them. In other words, they too were pretty fucking grateful for the unfortunate who just caught Kyle Brancheu’s attention.

“Are you new, Gingersnaps?” He questioned. Of course she was, though. A face like that, so young and sweet looking. A face like that; he’d remember. What’s a face like that doing here anyway? “Could you possibly be our new recruit?” There was a hollow chuckle in his throat. “Knight certainly has a liking for petites, doesn’t he?” Kyle really could not blame him, though. The young ones were delicious fruits – fresh, ripe, and ready to be eaten up. But, Kyle did not sign up for a damn daycare. Going on the job with a bunch of babes will definitely turn into a bloodbath for both S-Gene and Genesis, and Kyle will make sure he is the last one standing. A frown was visible on the older man’s face. A sign of disapproval before an annoyed expression took over when the girl’s supposed mentor followed in. He too was new; only months old with nothing but a record of mistakes. Butterfingers. Loyal, but incompetent. Pathetic. There really was no tolerance for such a waste of resources. Knight had his time to do something about it and he didn’t. – Now its Kyle’s turn.

Through the whole time that the girl and her mentor engaged in a heated disagreement about who was in charge of who and who was so fucking bored of being in charged of, Kyle had left his stand against the railing on the elevated platform — quietly headed down the spiral staircase – casually walked up to the Butterfingers, and, snapped his neck. Strong hands released the now silent body and let it drop limp on the cold floor. The whole room became alarmed again. The sounds of fingers on keyboards ended immediately, causing them all to be swallowed up by eerie silence. – Except for Kyle. Kyle clapped his hands together as if he was brushing off dust before peeling the paperwork out of the girl’s hands and tossed it away after crumbling it. “Hello, I’m Jesus. I’m going to give you something interesting.”

[em-fisher]

Emily narrows her eyes when she looks up to see the figure at the railings, a frown forming on her already pissed off face. Shaking her head, she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and rolls her eyes to herself, retorting simply. "Jesus never existed." Her attention was averted from the man looking in her direction, instead staring down at the jibberish written on the piece of paper in her hand. Something about yet another health check; she'd already given two blood samples today. Were they setting up a blood bank or something. Yet her trail of thought about a perhaps secret vampire organisation in her midst rather than highly trained soldiers is broken by the question - or, perhaps more importantly, the awful nickname. She glares upwards once more, this time focusing in more intently on the man above her.

"My name is Emily. I don't like nicknames. And I've been training for five years." She says, irritation clear in her tone of voice, even if her answer technically avoids the actual question he was asking. Her face falls at his comment about 'petites', disbelief crossing over her for a few seconds before her anger flares. She folds her arms over her chest, as if to make herself seem a bit more bulky, taking a few steps forward as if this would close the distance despite him being a few feet above her. "I assure you my body type had nothing to do with my selection. I'm not petite, anyway." She growls up at him, about to continue ranting when she sees the disapproving look on his face but she's soon distracted by the babbling mess who seemed to have caught up with her.

Huffing with annoyance, she turns to him and his complaints about her storming off, though she soon begins to zone out of the conversation, speaking up now and again to utter a sarcastic comment that seemed to only piss the man off further. She didn't notice Kyle looming behind the Genesis member until his hands were clamped around the man's neck. Her eyes widen in shock but there's little time to react, and before she knows it a dull snap echoes through the room and the collapsed body forms a barrier between them. For a while, she is silent, looking down at the slumped form at her feet, trying to actually take in what had just happened. His clapping is what brings her back into reality, the sweep of the paper passing through her fingers, she doesn't even register it. Though you can sure as hell bet she isn't happy. Far from it. The guy may have been an irritant, sure, but he was a member of Genesis. Weren't they supposed to be like a family? Live and die for each other - yet this man had murdered him within the blink of an eye for seemingly no reason.

"What. The. Fuck?" Is all she can think to say at first, finally staring him directly in the eye, cheeks flushed. "What the fuck!? You... You killed him. He worked with you and you just murdered him!" She yells, not caring for the silence. "What the hell could he have possibly done to deserve that?" She demands fiercely, and then she shakes her head, turning swiftly on her heel. "You know what? Doesn't matter." Those idiots upstairs could sit around and gawk all they wanted, there was no way she was letting this stand - new recruit, or not. She'd figure out where Knight's office was on her own. And this person, whoever the hell he was, would pay.

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"So, you mean I'm not done yet?"

Emily practically growls at the unfortunate who'd been assigned to tell her where to go all day. Her mood had started off on a high - it was her first day in the Genesis initiation process, her first time to properly get a look around the base and get to know the place she'd been training to work for most of her life. But what had she spent all day doing? Nothing but boring, trivial, administration tasks which the pathetic excuse for a Genesis member set her in order to check her into the computer system. From the physical tests she passed in the bat of an eyelid (Who even needed to use press ups? What was she going to do, press up an S Gene to death?) to the seemingly never-ending pile of paperwork she was expected to complete, it seemed like this day would never draw to a close. She'd been an idiot for thinking she'd get some real work to do today, and just plain naive for thinking maybe it would be an interesting start to her new life. By now it was almost 6pm, she was hungry, and the fiery temper she'd been instructed to keep under control was threatening to flare. Yet, she wasn't quite at the edge for now; so, she snatches the sheet of paper with directions from the dimwit's hands rather than refuse and storm home like she truly wishes to. Instead, she strides off without him in her own form of rebellion, grumbling to herself until she reaches the room she'd been instructed to enter. She gives the sheet another glare, before making her way inside, not bothering to look around before she begins ranting. "Please, for the love of God, do not tell me this is another stack of paperwork for me to sign. I swear my hands will fall off if I have to touch a biro again any time in the next twenty four hours. Jesus, just give me something interesting."