The brunette twisted her brows, almost offended. “I’m not heroic,” she starts, tone soft but stern. Natasha didn’t consider herself to be special in any kind of way. Everything about her was plain to the tee, made to only be a gear to society. It’s all her family stood for: to play a safe part in the bigger picture. At least, that’s what came to mind since the beginning of the replicants. The Wiggins family never cared for sides, though admittingly, preferred whatever side would keep their family out of the spotlight. Her parents were mundane. Her mother, a hairdresser, and her father, a mechanic. They wanted to live simple lives and out of harms way, but all of that changed when Natasha came into the picture. Something about her firey will as a child ignited a flame they didn’t know could be lit. She was energetic, eager to help and eager to please.
The first replicant to move into their neighborhood made life more exciting. Natasha asked all sorts of questions, and despite being rather nosey, the replicant helped pave a way into what is now, her most greatest passion.
“Not one bit.”
Time went on and Natasha evidently became her father’s right hand woman. By fourteen, she proved to be better than most of the mechanics and technicians he knew. Her father knew she’d do well on her own, which granted him peace. Being surrounded by the best technology motivated her to grow with the masses. She was all about being a part of history--- of something great. However, times have changed and even just the slightest thought of how she used to be, of how wanting to be her own hero triggered a flicker of anger. The first replicant that lived in her neighborhood had been gunned down when the blade runners began making moves, traumatizing her. Having witness the event prompted Natasha to tape her mouth and hands by her sides. She didn’t want any part of it--- not anymore. Enginerring, reparing... it was still her life’s work, something she’ll probably do until the day she dies. But that fire? It died and the girl never wanted to ignite it again.
it's a long shoooott babyy but i was thinking maybe we could trryyy
it's a long shooott babbbyy but i was thinking maybeee i could be your semi-perfect guuuy♪♫
