"Hand me that flask with the red tip, Zara. Quickly." Hannah demanded.
"Why can't bạn get it yourself?" Zara groaned.
"Because you're literally right tiếp theo to it," Hannah responded, giving her a quick glance frustratedly. "Quickly, my hand is getting tired."
Zara was lying down with her ankles crossed on the leather đi văng that was backed bởi a concrete tường around 12 feet from Hannah. She peeked over the magazine and moved her feet slightly so as to see Hannah, who was, at this time, perched over her increasingly messy work bàn like a con kên kên looking down at its prey. Zara had no idea what she was working on, but from a first glance, whatever it was, it seemed quite important, although she didn't actually care.
She glanced at Hannah, then at the flask she was referring to, then back at Hannah. "...I think bạn can reach it."
"It's right beside you." She raised her voice a bit, her arm getting a bit wobbly.
Zara sighed, putting the magazine on her belly to keep her page. Her eyes wandered around the room until they settled on the ceiling. "Where the fuck are your little knob things? Like, those little things that hold the test tube hoặc whatever in place while bạn do other shit?" She inquired in an annoyed tone.
Hannah wisped the rogue fly-away hairs out of her face with a slight wisp of breath, but to no avail. The hairs just came back down in front of her eyes. "You broke them all.." She hissed, squinting her eyes a bit as she quickly freed one of her hands to slide the hairs behind her ear. The flask grew hotter.
Zara paused for a moment. "...Did I?"
"Yes.. Now, give me the flask." She blunted coldly.
"Can bạn not fucking see that I'm busy right now? Why do bạn get so tense when bạn come in here?"
"Zara, this is not the time nor the place to argue with me about my scientific escapades - I don't even know why I'm replying to that statement, this is about one singular flask that I need bạn to bring to me. Christ, I'm not asking bạn to solve world hunger."
"Mmmm-Nah."
"Zara, would bạn please help me with this one thing. If I take this thing off the heat, the reaction will be lost, and the test ruined. And these chemicals aren't exactly something I can just order off the internet."
"What do bạn mean? bạn can order anything off the internet."
"Zara-"
"Old phones, clothes, electronics, zombie survival kits, severed heads, George Washington's semen. I'm pretty sure bạn can find anything on there."
"Zara, I just-!"
"Besides, what are bạn even making? I haven't seen bạn this stressed out since I accidentally set your microwave on fire."
"It's extremely important, okay!? And I really, really just need bạn to hand me the-"
Before she could even finish her sentence, the test tube suspended over the flame burst, blasting shards of glass practically everywhere. In a moment of almost perfect reflex, Hannah instantly covered her face as she let out a small, short shriek. Upon moving back, she Mất tích her footing and fell just short of an oppositely placed tool table, landing herself on the floor with a thud. When the sound of breaking glass subdued, and all of the debris finally claimed its rightful place on the floor and table, Hannah slowly removed her hands from her face and looked coldly toward Zara who seemed to be inexplicably untouched bởi the whole charade.
"There bạn go, bustin' shit again. I swear you're just like that tall guy who comes in here occasionally." Zara đã đưa ý kiến blankly as she grabbed her magazine. She walked past Hannah who was still on the floor and made her way to the lab table. She raised her stiff arm slightly and in a quick, brash moment, sent everything that once resided in Hannah's workspace now accompanying the glass on the cold floor. All the papers, the analytical charts and tables, all the glass that was broken, all the glass that wasn't, and what was left of Hannah's dreams--instantly thrown aside as if it was all meaningless. In their place sat Zara as she reopened her magazine. She crossed her legs and resumed reading.
Hannah slowly rose herself from the floor with a look of annoyance. "Zara."
"Psh. What, mom?" Zara asked sarcastically.
Hannah walked up to Zara and grabbed the magazine. She then leveled it up to her face and ripped out the spine, literally slicing the thing in half. Directly afterwards, she turned and started walking away. This obviously prompted Zara to jump off the bàn and approach Hannah, but before she could adequately protest, Zara felt a hot slap across her face, which was strong enough to knock her down. The sound echoed across the silent laboratory.
"The reason why I'm 'so tense'," Hannah hesitantly started, "is because, I'm making chemical warfare. I was instructed bởi a governmental group to prepare a device that could stun 500 living beings in less than three seconds. We're not going to war, it's just, precautionary. As of now, at least. But the assheads just gave me a certain amount of goods, because one, they want instant perfection apparently, and two, they don't want to risk the possibility of a megaload of this stuff getting abused bởi the wrong hands. I'd like to think they weren't implying my own hands, but they probably were, and that's their problem."
Zara looked up at her, almost Mất tích for words. She then let out a giggle.
"I just told bạn I'm constructing bombs, and bạn have the audacity to laugh..?"
"Mmmmm- yes. I was laughing at your face, bạn got so serious for the một giây there." Zara laughed.
Hannah, being greatly annoyed, roughly scratched her head as she paced around, angrily mumbling to herself. Zara's laughter got louder as she mocked her.
Enough.
This was enough.
"You think I wanted to be your bloody parent figure?" Hannah shouted.
Zara's smile faded.
"I fucking didn't. I don't even understand why bạn need someone to watch over your ungrateful đít, mông, ass on account that you're only a few years younger than I am presently. I am a scientist, damn it. I didn't sign up to watch over some naïve whore."
Zara looked at Hannah. "You just greatly overstepped your boundaries."
"You really wanna talk about boundaries? bạn honestly want to tell me to not overstep boundaries? Then don't vượt qua, cross mine. bạn have "overstepped" my boundaries every single ngày since I brought bạn into my life. And bạn don't care. I don't think bạn have the mental capacity to care."
Zara got up, and there was a moment of brief silence.
"You're damn fucking right. I don't care."
Hannah roughly grabbed a bunch of miscellaneous papers on the floor, gathered them into a pitiful stack, and threw ithem at Zara. "And that year's long work bạn just threw in the floor like a bitch, I made that myself. While bạn were sleeping around with a man three times your age, I was already paving my sweet way into a scientific field which composed of a majority of upperclass males. I was forming my reputation in a place that I didn't even think was reachable, sweetheart, and I've found and conducted thêm research and accomplished thêm goals than bạn will ever do in the rest of your miserable life."
Zara got up in Hannah's face.
"You think bạn can say that to me and get away with it-?"
Hannah stepped in closer. "Machst du witze, bạn bet your đít, mông, ass I can say that to you, and if bạn have a problem with it, bạn can leave." She squinted.
The laboratory filled with đắng, cay đắng silence as the two locked eyes and a cold smile found it's place on Hannah's face.
"But bạn won't. bạn know how I know that?" Hannah asked as she turned and resumed picking up papers, a couple at a time. "Because you're a bum. A loser. And that's all you'll ever be known for." She felt Zara step closer near her back. In a moment of curiosity, Hannah stopped and turned back around and her eyes found Zara, blank-faced with a pointed glass shard in hand.
A shard that then found it's way into Hannah's neck.
Zara twisted the shard slightly to the right in her neck then violently yanked it out, sending Hannah backwards as she grabbed her neck in reflex, but even that couldn't prevent her blood from completely drenching her. Everything had seemingly stopped with the exception of her fervently pulsing tim, trái tim that she could not feel anymore. She was frozen. Zara then grabbed Hannah's cổ áo and slung her down on her knees as she desperately tried to hold in the blood pouring out from her neck. The air around Hannah seemed to be fleeing rapidly, almost as if it too wanted to escape the gruesome scene. She could not properly catch her breath without feeling the trickling blood running down her throat and eventually filling it up to the point of ultimately having to nuốt, nhạn it. She was drowning, and there was literally nothing she could do to stop it.
Zara looked down at her with a chilling smirk. As her fixated eyes scanned the surroundings, Hannah's hopeless gasps were being cut off bởi the constant swallowing, all the while, her blood emptying out of her veins and filling her stomach. She was holding her neck as tightly as she could, nearly to the point of choking herself. Zara kneeled down lightly beside her in the pool of deep red blood that surrounded them both and increased in diameter bởi the second.
She took a pause before she spoke. Hannah's eyes closed tightly, almost as if she was bracing before a blow. She was then grabbed bởi the chin and brought to eye level with Zara.
"I'm getting real sick of people like bạn talking down to me like I'm some ignorant degenerate." She whispered playfully. "And now, you're going to get what's coming to you."
Hannah's eyes slowly opened, revealing her pin-point sized pupils and the redness that surrounded them. They looked like bright, glazed cherries that were locked on something far away in the distance that would never be close enough for any adequate recognition. Her gasps and chokes stopped. She was gone. And a thin line of blood that traveled from the corner of her mouth to her chin sealed the deal.
"You, and every other fool that has doubted me. Right, Ms. Frëze?"
Zara picked her up bởi her neck and slammed her head on her work không gian bàn with a loud crack.
"Ms. Frëze?" The man asked again.
Hannah fell out of her gaze with a snapping breath back to reality. Her eyes locked onto the man in the suit beside her.
"Ms. Frëze, are you, alright? Do bạn need to sit down?"
In a moment of confusion, she took a look around herself. The setting was all wrong, she thought. Where was all the broken glass? The papers that were scattered everywhere? Her laboratory was nowhere in sight, but rather wooden desks with computers, windows that overlooked the busy streets that glowed multitudes of bright, neon colors. She found men and women, busy at work, some on the phone, other's walking around hurriedly. She found restless and uneasy families being sat down and told information that would further their panicked state. Hannah was in a police station.
The clock on the tường read 2:27 a.m. She looked down with a sigh of annoyance and rubbed her eyes deeply. "Wh-.. Can you.. Can bạn repeat the question, please?"
"I asked bạn if bạn think you'd truly be up for this. This is huge decision you're making here, and if bạn feel like it's a bad idea, we can get her signed up and sent to Foster care."
Hannah turned to the dark glass tường that stood in front of the both of them. Inside, sitting at the bàn with her head nestled into her folded arms, was a frail-looking girl with black, messy hair and tan skin. Her clothes looked like they were quickly thrown on, and she wasn't wearing shoes. If bạn focused purely on her, bạn would almost entirely look over the huge pod of cracks in the center of the glass wall. And a minor downward shift of the head would tell bạn how those cracks got there.
A broken chair lay on the ground, entirely in pieces from what must have been an account of rage on the girl's part.
"Mind telling me again why I was the first option and Foster care wasn't?" Hannah inquired. She glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye as she kept her head fixated straight on the girl inside.
"In tonight's unfortunate play of events, we arrested her scumbag of a guardian, damn pervert. This girl đã đưa ý kiến she knew bạn and would much rather stay with bạn than, bạn know. Get assigned."
"Right, right." Hannah stepped closer to the glass and peered in. Her eyes found the broken chair, then drifted to the cracked glass. "She's quite.. violent, isn't she."
"Well, she's been through the ringer, that's for damn sure. I'd say she's thêm emotionally detached than anything. But yes, violent does indeed fall under her category. Which is why bạn should really think this through before bạn make any brash decisions."
Hannah titled her head slightly as she looked concernedly at this girl whose name would be later announced as Zara Rivas.
Zara lifted her face up from her arms, revealing her angry, bloodshot, watery eyes. Even though she could not see anything on the opposite side of the glass, Hannah felt like she was staring straight at her. She sighed as her decision was silently made.
"I'll take her."
"Why can't bạn get it yourself?" Zara groaned.
"Because you're literally right tiếp theo to it," Hannah responded, giving her a quick glance frustratedly. "Quickly, my hand is getting tired."
Zara was lying down with her ankles crossed on the leather đi văng that was backed bởi a concrete tường around 12 feet from Hannah. She peeked over the magazine and moved her feet slightly so as to see Hannah, who was, at this time, perched over her increasingly messy work bàn like a con kên kên looking down at its prey. Zara had no idea what she was working on, but from a first glance, whatever it was, it seemed quite important, although she didn't actually care.
She glanced at Hannah, then at the flask she was referring to, then back at Hannah. "...I think bạn can reach it."
"It's right beside you." She raised her voice a bit, her arm getting a bit wobbly.
Zara sighed, putting the magazine on her belly to keep her page. Her eyes wandered around the room until they settled on the ceiling. "Where the fuck are your little knob things? Like, those little things that hold the test tube hoặc whatever in place while bạn do other shit?" She inquired in an annoyed tone.
Hannah wisped the rogue fly-away hairs out of her face with a slight wisp of breath, but to no avail. The hairs just came back down in front of her eyes. "You broke them all.." She hissed, squinting her eyes a bit as she quickly freed one of her hands to slide the hairs behind her ear. The flask grew hotter.
Zara paused for a moment. "...Did I?"
"Yes.. Now, give me the flask." She blunted coldly.
"Can bạn not fucking see that I'm busy right now? Why do bạn get so tense when bạn come in here?"
"Zara, this is not the time nor the place to argue with me about my scientific escapades - I don't even know why I'm replying to that statement, this is about one singular flask that I need bạn to bring to me. Christ, I'm not asking bạn to solve world hunger."
"Mmmm-Nah."
"Zara, would bạn please help me with this one thing. If I take this thing off the heat, the reaction will be lost, and the test ruined. And these chemicals aren't exactly something I can just order off the internet."
"What do bạn mean? bạn can order anything off the internet."
"Zara-"
"Old phones, clothes, electronics, zombie survival kits, severed heads, George Washington's semen. I'm pretty sure bạn can find anything on there."
"Zara, I just-!"
"Besides, what are bạn even making? I haven't seen bạn this stressed out since I accidentally set your microwave on fire."
"It's extremely important, okay!? And I really, really just need bạn to hand me the-"
Before she could even finish her sentence, the test tube suspended over the flame burst, blasting shards of glass practically everywhere. In a moment of almost perfect reflex, Hannah instantly covered her face as she let out a small, short shriek. Upon moving back, she Mất tích her footing and fell just short of an oppositely placed tool table, landing herself on the floor with a thud. When the sound of breaking glass subdued, and all of the debris finally claimed its rightful place on the floor and table, Hannah slowly removed her hands from her face and looked coldly toward Zara who seemed to be inexplicably untouched bởi the whole charade.
"There bạn go, bustin' shit again. I swear you're just like that tall guy who comes in here occasionally." Zara đã đưa ý kiến blankly as she grabbed her magazine. She walked past Hannah who was still on the floor and made her way to the lab table. She raised her stiff arm slightly and in a quick, brash moment, sent everything that once resided in Hannah's workspace now accompanying the glass on the cold floor. All the papers, the analytical charts and tables, all the glass that was broken, all the glass that wasn't, and what was left of Hannah's dreams--instantly thrown aside as if it was all meaningless. In their place sat Zara as she reopened her magazine. She crossed her legs and resumed reading.
Hannah slowly rose herself from the floor with a look of annoyance. "Zara."
"Psh. What, mom?" Zara asked sarcastically.
Hannah walked up to Zara and grabbed the magazine. She then leveled it up to her face and ripped out the spine, literally slicing the thing in half. Directly afterwards, she turned and started walking away. This obviously prompted Zara to jump off the bàn and approach Hannah, but before she could adequately protest, Zara felt a hot slap across her face, which was strong enough to knock her down. The sound echoed across the silent laboratory.
"The reason why I'm 'so tense'," Hannah hesitantly started, "is because, I'm making chemical warfare. I was instructed bởi a governmental group to prepare a device that could stun 500 living beings in less than three seconds. We're not going to war, it's just, precautionary. As of now, at least. But the assheads just gave me a certain amount of goods, because one, they want instant perfection apparently, and two, they don't want to risk the possibility of a megaload of this stuff getting abused bởi the wrong hands. I'd like to think they weren't implying my own hands, but they probably were, and that's their problem."
Zara looked up at her, almost Mất tích for words. She then let out a giggle.
"I just told bạn I'm constructing bombs, and bạn have the audacity to laugh..?"
"Mmmmm- yes. I was laughing at your face, bạn got so serious for the một giây there." Zara laughed.
Hannah, being greatly annoyed, roughly scratched her head as she paced around, angrily mumbling to herself. Zara's laughter got louder as she mocked her.
Enough.
This was enough.
"You think I wanted to be your bloody parent figure?" Hannah shouted.
Zara's smile faded.
"I fucking didn't. I don't even understand why bạn need someone to watch over your ungrateful đít, mông, ass on account that you're only a few years younger than I am presently. I am a scientist, damn it. I didn't sign up to watch over some naïve whore."
Zara looked at Hannah. "You just greatly overstepped your boundaries."
"You really wanna talk about boundaries? bạn honestly want to tell me to not overstep boundaries? Then don't vượt qua, cross mine. bạn have "overstepped" my boundaries every single ngày since I brought bạn into my life. And bạn don't care. I don't think bạn have the mental capacity to care."
Zara got up, and there was a moment of brief silence.
"You're damn fucking right. I don't care."
Hannah roughly grabbed a bunch of miscellaneous papers on the floor, gathered them into a pitiful stack, and threw ithem at Zara. "And that year's long work bạn just threw in the floor like a bitch, I made that myself. While bạn were sleeping around with a man three times your age, I was already paving my sweet way into a scientific field which composed of a majority of upperclass males. I was forming my reputation in a place that I didn't even think was reachable, sweetheart, and I've found and conducted thêm research and accomplished thêm goals than bạn will ever do in the rest of your miserable life."
Zara got up in Hannah's face.
"You think bạn can say that to me and get away with it-?"
Hannah stepped in closer. "Machst du witze, bạn bet your đít, mông, ass I can say that to you, and if bạn have a problem with it, bạn can leave." She squinted.
The laboratory filled with đắng, cay đắng silence as the two locked eyes and a cold smile found it's place on Hannah's face.
"But bạn won't. bạn know how I know that?" Hannah asked as she turned and resumed picking up papers, a couple at a time. "Because you're a bum. A loser. And that's all you'll ever be known for." She felt Zara step closer near her back. In a moment of curiosity, Hannah stopped and turned back around and her eyes found Zara, blank-faced with a pointed glass shard in hand.
A shard that then found it's way into Hannah's neck.
Zara twisted the shard slightly to the right in her neck then violently yanked it out, sending Hannah backwards as she grabbed her neck in reflex, but even that couldn't prevent her blood from completely drenching her. Everything had seemingly stopped with the exception of her fervently pulsing tim, trái tim that she could not feel anymore. She was frozen. Zara then grabbed Hannah's cổ áo and slung her down on her knees as she desperately tried to hold in the blood pouring out from her neck. The air around Hannah seemed to be fleeing rapidly, almost as if it too wanted to escape the gruesome scene. She could not properly catch her breath without feeling the trickling blood running down her throat and eventually filling it up to the point of ultimately having to nuốt, nhạn it. She was drowning, and there was literally nothing she could do to stop it.
Zara looked down at her with a chilling smirk. As her fixated eyes scanned the surroundings, Hannah's hopeless gasps were being cut off bởi the constant swallowing, all the while, her blood emptying out of her veins and filling her stomach. She was holding her neck as tightly as she could, nearly to the point of choking herself. Zara kneeled down lightly beside her in the pool of deep red blood that surrounded them both and increased in diameter bởi the second.
She took a pause before she spoke. Hannah's eyes closed tightly, almost as if she was bracing before a blow. She was then grabbed bởi the chin and brought to eye level with Zara.
"I'm getting real sick of people like bạn talking down to me like I'm some ignorant degenerate." She whispered playfully. "And now, you're going to get what's coming to you."
Hannah's eyes slowly opened, revealing her pin-point sized pupils and the redness that surrounded them. They looked like bright, glazed cherries that were locked on something far away in the distance that would never be close enough for any adequate recognition. Her gasps and chokes stopped. She was gone. And a thin line of blood that traveled from the corner of her mouth to her chin sealed the deal.
"You, and every other fool that has doubted me. Right, Ms. Frëze?"
Zara picked her up bởi her neck and slammed her head on her work không gian bàn with a loud crack.
"Ms. Frëze?" The man asked again.
Hannah fell out of her gaze with a snapping breath back to reality. Her eyes locked onto the man in the suit beside her.
"Ms. Frëze, are you, alright? Do bạn need to sit down?"
In a moment of confusion, she took a look around herself. The setting was all wrong, she thought. Where was all the broken glass? The papers that were scattered everywhere? Her laboratory was nowhere in sight, but rather wooden desks with computers, windows that overlooked the busy streets that glowed multitudes of bright, neon colors. She found men and women, busy at work, some on the phone, other's walking around hurriedly. She found restless and uneasy families being sat down and told information that would further their panicked state. Hannah was in a police station.
The clock on the tường read 2:27 a.m. She looked down with a sigh of annoyance and rubbed her eyes deeply. "Wh-.. Can you.. Can bạn repeat the question, please?"
"I asked bạn if bạn think you'd truly be up for this. This is huge decision you're making here, and if bạn feel like it's a bad idea, we can get her signed up and sent to Foster care."
Hannah turned to the dark glass tường that stood in front of the both of them. Inside, sitting at the bàn with her head nestled into her folded arms, was a frail-looking girl with black, messy hair and tan skin. Her clothes looked like they were quickly thrown on, and she wasn't wearing shoes. If bạn focused purely on her, bạn would almost entirely look over the huge pod of cracks in the center of the glass wall. And a minor downward shift of the head would tell bạn how those cracks got there.
A broken chair lay on the ground, entirely in pieces from what must have been an account of rage on the girl's part.
"Mind telling me again why I was the first option and Foster care wasn't?" Hannah inquired. She glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye as she kept her head fixated straight on the girl inside.
"In tonight's unfortunate play of events, we arrested her scumbag of a guardian, damn pervert. This girl đã đưa ý kiến she knew bạn and would much rather stay with bạn than, bạn know. Get assigned."
"Right, right." Hannah stepped closer to the glass and peered in. Her eyes found the broken chair, then drifted to the cracked glass. "She's quite.. violent, isn't she."
"Well, she's been through the ringer, that's for damn sure. I'd say she's thêm emotionally detached than anything. But yes, violent does indeed fall under her category. Which is why bạn should really think this through before bạn make any brash decisions."
Hannah titled her head slightly as she looked concernedly at this girl whose name would be later announced as Zara Rivas.
Zara lifted her face up from her arms, revealing her angry, bloodshot, watery eyes. Even though she could not see anything on the opposite side of the glass, Hannah felt like she was staring straight at her. She sighed as her decision was silently made.
"I'll take her."