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Yor had been weird the past four months.
Loid couldn’t deny it, she was definitely acting strange. She’d become more quiet, more withdrawn, and somehow less compliant. She refused to let the scientists take her vitals, and only with several shocks would she go to her killing practice. And when she wasn’t needed, she would curl up, head in between her knees, in deep thought. Loid could almost see the cogs turning in her head.
In other news, Anya had moved into a room next to them. She was growing so big now, already three years old, yet she still didn’t show any signs of being ‘special’.
Two days after her fifteenth birthday, she came back to her room, hands bloody and face red and blotchy. Loid knew the drill at this point, as she leaned against the glass wall. Yor brushed his hand away as he tried to braid her hair.
“What has been with you?” he hissed through his teeth, hoping that they didn’t catch the attention of the scientist in front of them.
“A kid”, Yor muttered. “They made me kill a kid”.
Loid’s eyes went wide. She hardly ever talked to him anymore, much less told him something like this .
“He was hardly older than me”, she mumbled, her breath fogging up the glass. They sat in silence for a few minutes, before it was finally broken by Anya.
“Is Mama okay?”
Yor crawled over the floor of her room, pressing her hand against the glass.
“Don’t worry, Peanut, I’m okay”, Yor said, putting on a brave face. Anya went white, her eyes wide. Yor skittered away, glancing at the bloody handprint she’d left.
“We can’t stay here, Loid”, she whispered to him.
He went silent.
“I’m…I’m just a weapon”, she said, shuddering.
“N-no you’re not”, Loid said, surprised to find shakiness in his voice, like he didn’t even believe it. “You’re going to help with-”
“World peace? All I do is kill. How does killing lead to world peace?” she raised her voice. Loid shushed her, glancing up at the cameras.
“I…I don’t know.”
Yor turned her back to him, biting her lip.
“His name was Stefan”.
Loid was silent.
“I tried to make his death as quick as possible”, she said. “I hope he feels better now”.
Loid felt a chill run up his spine.
“How would we even get out of here?”
Yor turned towards him, giving him a weak smile. “I’ll tell you when they go”.
“Yor, you’re crazy”.
She knew he was going to say that. “I know”.
“Then why on earth-”.
“Because I can’t stand it ”, She whispered. “I don’t want to kill anymore. I don’t want to be a weapon anymore. We should get to live normal lives. She should get to live a normal life”.
Anya was pressed against the glass separator, watching them with her curious green eyes.
“I know, and they’ll give it to us”.
“ When? When are they gonna let us go? We’re nothing but toys. Once this is all over, they’ll kill us, so we can’t talk”.
Loid’s eyes went wide, he shook his head.
“No, they care about us, they wouldn’t…”, he trailed off.
Yor scowled at the floor. “We’ll start planning tonight. We’re gonna get out of here”.
She paused to glance at Anya.
“We’re gonna live”.