The Orphanage

Losing the chance to end things calmly, the director decided to take no prisoners. Taking his now empty hand, he backhanded the girl in chains.

 

Kaylee groaned, her head spinning. She tried to gain focus again, leaning against Scott and trying to open her eyes again. She took a deep breath, dimly aware of what was happening.

"S-Scott...?"

 

'That's it. No more prisoners,'

That's what she heard before she fell against someone's cell door, as she was backhanded by the Director. She was tempted to throw her knife, but it was the only one she had. She couldn't risk losing it.

She couldn't help wondering, though. Didn't he have a gun he could have been using? If he was that fed up with her...

Dismissing her thoughts, she slashed the Director across his ankle, leaving a deep, and hopefully painful gash. She stood up as quickly as she could.

 

Falling to his knee from the gash, the director stared up at the child. Why didn't she kill him. He had the eyes to do it and the weapon to succeed. He however had a better knife. It was called a gun. Unsheathing his modernized sword, Kendrith leveled the barrel that the childs heart. He only had six shots left. He had to make do. His questions must be answered.

"Who, who let him go? Can you see you have doomed him?"

 

"I don't have any idea who let Larz go." she spat, bringing the knife to the man's wrist.
She didn't have any intention of killing him, but she wouldn't have cared if she did. She left her morals in the forest with her dad's blood and her childhood.

"You doomed him when you threw him in a cage to rot for all his life."

 

"Shut up!"

Kendrith, the frozen fist they called him, began to lose his cool. This child, this monster had no idea what the cirumstances were.

"I saved him! do you have any clue who he is, what he is?"

 

"Do you?" She responded simply.

 

"Yes." Kentrith responded with restrained malice.

"He is my son, one of the first and strongest manic ever born. Now he is a threat to the entire world including us...and you."

 

Elevir looked down at the gun to her chest.
"Yet you're cold enough to kill hundreds of us. Children even. And you're not? Maybe you should lock yourself up. Most of us never even did anything to deserve this."

 

"This isn't about what you have done or did. It is about what you will do. Do you see larz there? he is the kindess soul you have ever met isn't he?"

 

Elevir looked over to Larz, unconscious next to her.
"What of it? I know he has killed, I've heard your guards' fears of him."

 

"He kills indiscriminatly. Mostly he does it for fun or out of rage. Imagine what would happen if he left this place. the world woul be nothing but a carpet of corpses and broken minds."

 

"Then why," Elevir responded, "hasn't he killed any of us? He's only killed your pitiful guards. Never us. He kills out of fear, Director. Fear and misunderstanding, because he's lived in a cage all of his life."

Her hand tightened around her knife. She was tired of this. He wasn't going to shoot her, but she couldn't end the damn argument because of the goddamn chains they'd forced on her. She couldn't run. She definitely couldn't fight.

 

" But you still feel it don't you, the insufferable madness? He hasn't killed yet because he isn't bored. He isn't bored because he experiencing sight for the first time since birth. Once he bores of it then he will turn on you, just like he did his sister. You don't know him, you don't know the true Larenzo Kendrith. What you see is a drug induced facade. For all these years I've been trying to think up a way to fix him, to fix all of you. If you saw the true him then you would suffer a fate worse than death.

 

"I already am suffering a fate worse than death," Elevir responded, "A fate worse than Hell, I'd imagine." She repositioned the knife so that she could stab right through the Director's wrist.
"What more could he do to me? We all go mad eventually..."

 

"If you don't believe me then come with me. I will show you what I truly mean. If you have compassion then grant me that at least."

 

"Do I really have a choice?" She asked aloud to herself. She'd probably get shot if she tried to resist, if not by the Director, there were plenty of guards around to do it for him. She put her knife away, and responded simply,
"I'll come with you."
While she spoke, she looked around at all the unconscious Gifts, wishing she had stopped the guards before so many were struck. She closed her eyes and waited for the Director to start moving.

 

"Thank you, wretched gift."

from behind one of the guards plunged a dart into elevir's back. Quickly she began to lose conciousness.

"I will wake you soon."

 

What? No! she thought, as she felt the dart pierce her skin. Damn it...

The thoughts of the people around her were becoming muffled by the drug. Her own thoughts began to blur, and she fell to the ground as it took over and she lost consciousness.

 

Kendrith stood up and began to hobble away. He had to find cristina.

"Take them all into the large interriogation room. I will meet you there."