You know that look. You have seen it in the mirror often enough. I know what I am doing. I have always chased the night. Even in the lab. In the cage. You learn things living in a cage. I remember. I remember. You watch the monkeys in their white coats. You listen to their heartbeats quicken when they are forced to feed and clean you -- until the fear becomes a game. The only game you are allowed. Because they want you mindless. Obedient. So you listen to those hearts thunder. You imagine possibilities. And later, when you discover that all they want from you is the spill of blood, you do as you must. You kill the monkeys in their suits. You gut them with your claws because you should. Because you want to. And those big men who paid the dead, those stinking dead, they come and they thank you. They stand outside your cage with their filthy smiles and throw you treats like you are the monkey. But you know better. You are no ape, no pet, no tool to be trained. You are the tiger. You are the shark. You are the creature in the dark. A monster sleeping in the body of a child. And they should fear you. They will fear you. And eventually, they do. - Laura X-23 Kinney
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 04:00:37 +0000
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