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No idea why I did this really, I just find Kratos for one, and the whole Anna-thing in general, rather facinating.
It was thick and slightly bloodied, as the guards had beaten her that day; and the bead of salvia flew through the air and landed on the tiles near his boots, as if to compare the two as one and the same.
“Filthy Desians…” she ground out, receiving a rough smack to the back of her head for her tongue. More drops of spit… or was it blood?... followed after the blow, and a trickle of the mixture oozed from the corner of her mouth.
“Heh,” she scoffed weakly, “beating a defenceless woman… you must feel really proud of yourselves…”
“That’s enough from you!” one of the men assigned to guard 'the experiment' growled, raising his hand to her but not striking her this time…perhaps the wayward woman’s words had actually got to him.
“Tch…” she muttered, running her tongue along the front of her teeth and swilling it around her mouth, then pursing her lips and spitting a tiny chip of enamel by his feet, “barbarians…”
“You would do well to hold your tongue.” He said calmly, shifting his foot back from the place her fragment of tooth had landed. Such things were not clean.
“Or what?” she retorted, suddenly turning up her face and staring straight into his eyes, “what will you do to me?” she was beaten and dirty, with a split lip and fading bruise on her forehead covered up by her ragged hair… but had large, almond-shaped eyes and one of those stereotypically heart-like faces, with skin so pale it looked like even the lightest touch might bruise her (although she appeared to have proved otherwise judgung by her attitude).
She…she… was… challenging him. These humans were not supposed to look their masters in the eye.
“You know what happens to those who flout the rules.” He stated coldly, but she only narrowed those feline eyes and sucked the corner of her lip where it bled.
“Oh really?” she announced haughtily, and for a prisoner of a human ranch she was acting awfully high-and-mighty, “not withthis, I don’t,” he stopped short of a reply when she thrust her chest up at him, the impossible-to-ignore curves of her body jutting out almost crudely through her torn shirt. He felt a sudden rush of heat in his face when confronted with such a vulgar and unecessary action.
But it was then he saw the crystal implanted in her chest, the exsphere set right over her heart and slowly tapping at her lifeforce.
So this was her, #A012, the subject of the Angelus project… the one he’d been assigned.
“So,” she sneered contemptuously, “they need me alive, for this sphere-thing or whatever the hell it is… but this here is the most anyone can do to me.” She cracked her lips apart and pointed to one chipped canine with the tip of her reddened tongue. Forcing the message that she was not to be treated as the others.
Then this nobody, this pawn in the gods game, this vessel for something far greater than she could ever be, turned and spat another mouthful of blood onto one of the guard’s trouser leg. “go to hell.” She growled, and turned her face up to Kratos’s again, “and I hope you go with them.”
“You rotten little!” the Desian she’d defiled roared, seizing her by the back of her hair and yanking her towards him, the other hand fisted and ready to crush her delicate bone structure, “I swear I’m gonna!”
“That will be enough.” Kratos announced, sending a stern look towards the men who’d brought A012 here, “you may collect her in an hour.”
“But…Sir Aurion... our orders were…” the other one stuttered uncomfortably.
“Your orders are thus.” He cut in, noticing A012’s chest was heaving in a way that would suggest she was having some difficulty breathing, “You will leave this place at once, and will return in exactly one hour to return A012 to her cell. That will be all.”
The woman began to snigger, and although both guards looked like they might quite enjoy repainting the tiles in a shade of her, they were under order and couldn’t protest without having to suffer the consquences.
“…Sir,” they clapped out in unison, finally leaving the research cell that was housing one Kratos Aurion and test subject #A012.
The moment the door slid shut the woman heaved a great sigh of relief, followed by a low groan as she wiped a trail of blood away with her arm. He was about to comment on her hardship not being done when she suddenly keeled over, hitting the floor with a sickening thud as the stunned man hesitated to catch her.
She'd been so wild just moments before, yet, after realizing she was in fact out cold. Kratos went to kneel down and held a hand out in front of her mouth to check for her breathing – which was thankfully still there.
She was an important subject, so Kvar could not allow her to die… just yet.
Then as if he were handling no more than a dead body (which he had on numerous occasions), Kratos picked the woman up and moved her onto a cot that'd been provided.
Her shirt was already ripped down the middle to reveal the exsphere, and fell open even further as he lifted her, so Kratos had to keep his gaze consiously away from ‘anything else’ the poor clothing might reveal to any wandering eyes.
Her lip was beginning to swell and dull red blood continued to ooze from the split – but judging by shadows of fists and scars on her paper-white skin, she appeared to always be this troublesome when it came to behaving in the apropriate manner.
Which was only going to make his job harder…
Peace out!