“That’s a monster?” I heard a small voice ask.
“No, she’s an alien.” Answered another.
Where was I? Who where these people? I opened my eyes to only be blinded by a hanging light. I growled in irritation. I sat up, finding that there was an huge throbbing pain in my side. I gasped, trying not to fall back down.
“Its sitting up.” I heard one of the voices say.
I glanced around the room to see many white children standing at my door, staring at me in awe. It didn’t surprise me: they were just like their fathers and the fathers before those. They made me sick. They enjoy watching me, treating as if I was some freakish spectacle to behold.
One of them thrower something at me: that was the last straw. I let out a cry, gashed my teeth and sprang forward. The children screamed and fled as I closed in them but I then found I could not move out of room. I looked down at my neck to see a huge metal collar around my neck. It was attached to the wall with a long, electric blue chain. I was enraged. I began to scratch at my neck, biting the cord, I even tried to transform small enough to get away but still it was no use. I became furious and I let out another cry that nearly shattered the windows.
“Hey, hey, calm down!” I heard a voice from behind. I didn’t need to see his face to know who it was for I already was familiar with his scent: Vash the Stampede. “You might want to calm down before you hurt someone.”
“What do you care?” I said. “You hurt people all the time.”
“Pardon me?” He sounded surprise.
“Don’t sound so surprise you heartless murderer,” I turned around. “You don’t think someone like me would know do you?”
“Know what?”
“You act poorly when trying to act brainless. You don’t think I know about you but you’re wrong! Oh you are so wrong!”
I sprang towards him, showing my teeth of a tiger: long and sharp. He gave a girlish scream before the rope would no longer me go any father. I hissed. Damn white men and their technology. I glared at him before retreating to the bed that had been made for me.
“You white men think you’re so perfect with you and you’re God! Ha! I laugh at you foolish beings.”
“Will you talk so I can understand you woman?” He asked in annoyance.
“I know all about you and your perfect little world.” I said. “You want us killed. You hate us. We’re the only thing standing in your way so you can achieve total perfection.”
“You must be getting me confused with someone else.” He said.
“Hm, all white men are the same,” I said with disgust in my voice. “Hateful and murderous.”
After I said those words, he stared at me for a while before his eyes softened. He looked at the floor and murmured, “You shouldn't be so quick to judge people like that.”
“Why not? If you’ve met one white man, you’ve met them all!” I spat.
"Not everyone's that way. Actually, most of them aren't racist."
“Malcolm paid you to say these things didn’t?” I asked him. “He thinks he can actually make me change my mind! We’ll he’s wrong! I will make him suffer. He’ll regret the day he left my mother! I shall kill hi----------”
He suddenly became angry and said, "Look! I have no idea who this 'Malcolm' guy is, but it never was and never will be your right to decide who lives and who dies!"
I laughed and said, “You say you do not know who his! He is the man who calls himself a man God! The man who thought he had a right to kill me! He is the man who is standing outside this room, staring at me with disgust in his glare and hatred in his heart!”
“Um Vash,” The door opened and Malcolm came in. “Do you think I could talk to her for a second?”
“Sure.” The Stampede slowly made his way out of the room, leaving me alone with my father.
“Why do you want me to talk to me?” I asked.
“I first wanted to know if you where okay.” He said, smiling at me.
“What? Is this some kind of joke?” I asked him. He was mocking me or at least I thought he was. “Well, if you must know, I’m fine.”
“Good. I didn’t want to hurt you too bad.”
“Why should you care?” I asked him suddenly.
“Beg pardon?”
“Malcolm, stop playing games! You know why I am here. You tried to destroy me but you failed so now I have come to destroy you.”
There was silence for a while until either of us spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Everything,” He said. His face turned sad and his voice was filled with compassion. “Everything this man has done too you. I hate him. I may not know who he is but I hate him. He’s given priests like me a bad name.”
I stared at him. Could this actually be Malcolm? The man I swore revenge on? The man I promised I would kill. He seemed like it couldn’t be him but my instincts where telling me it was him.
“I hope you heal.” He said before walking out.
It was the strangest feeling I had ever felt. My heart was going wild. When he had said those things to me, my heart felt warm and I felt lighted headed. I realized I had stared at him the whole entire time he spoke to me. I wish he would come back. I wanted him to be near me.
But I suddenly snapped out of those thoughts and tried to focus on my escape.

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