no longer a threat as hell awaits (aka: I'm tired of all these fuckig videos, so I'm pulling from the archives simply to break the monotony)

she sits in a classroom infested with kids all her age, waiting in quiet observation. perturbed. upset. a victim of bad science and education. forced into her immediate presence, she feels dulled, as if by an unshapely blunt object, very much by her much repeated school uniform. she screams only to herself. years later, at the age of 16, she will dream of adorning herself completely in paisley and hope only for violent reactions from her peers.

but for today, the time will be spent in internal mental dissection, the day swollen rotten with the deplorable little minions of catastrophe. frogs are everywhere, children are everywhere. they are loud and jumpy, bodies slick with gooey mucus secretions. and the tiny beasts are very much alive. but only for so long. within this class period there will be botched death. our young heroine knows this, knows nothing good will come of these experiments, even going so far as to make believe a feigning interest in blood and the functions of the heart. there would be time for that, she thought, no reason at all to endure the Inevitable Science of Need among the weak and useless. she told her mother, her father, her teacher and anyone that would listen that she should be left exempt. but YOU must observe, they told her. and their answer, she knew, was foolish and troublesome. the sentiment echoes on her young face, shadowed only by her hair, a dark veil that glistens like black tar.

separated from her classmates, I find her quiet, deftly composing wicked ivory imaginations through a corrupted mind. to dissect each beast one by one with meticulous precision, she proceeds forward, cat-like in her method, armed first with cotton balls soaked discreetly with a child's size dose of ether. and rightly so. unlike natural selection, she chooses the strong and like-minded, those who have wronged her and those that represent the Full Threat to her domination before the fragile and cowardly. her scheming is inventive, methodical, ruthless as only a child can be. she notes how disgusting and precious they all look as their eyes roll into the dreamless unconscious; she notes their mask-less innocence and its impotence to help them at all. under her spells and starless incantations, the mighty, the weak, the feeble, the righteous and disillusioned, she concludes, will all fold like paper dolls. and with this memory firmly rooted upon her psyche, when she is 22, our subject will test the theories of desire. she will want to be read to, accept nothing less than black winter nights and trashy fiction, and she will fancy herself a princess. it is the dying wish of an innocent lost many years before.

the music plays softly without breaking rhythm. she can hear it, dances lightly around the bodies as she splays them orderly across the floor. she is womanly composed, hums a tune only she can know and there are no words. but the corners of the mouth rise, guide an almost imperceptible smile across her face, and it is one that betrays her and the once hidden anticipation, as she searches for her killing tools.

to bring about certain death, the procedure itself is rather simple if undertaken by the right-minded individual. each test subject requires only one stainless-steel needle, long and remorseless in stature. and it must be sharp like god's teeth. swiftly inserted, it will puncture the neck at the base of the skull and sever the brainstem. there will be a pinch and cracking sound as the body falls limp. wait and observe the final breath being taken in by the eyes. pay close attention to the eyes. beautiful and dark fiery black, hers possess a morbid flare for the dramatic and they breathe the world deeply. by her 24 birthday, all things real and imagined will be easily separated into three fundamental categories: awkward, high-5's, and fire. by then, her eyes will be lazer beams.

but reveries are meant to be broken and now she is distracted, the classroom has erupted into pandemonium. as Helvetica surely predicted, the children have lost control. frogs with half severed brainstems have risen back from the depths and they have overthrown the order of scientific method. our young scientista is horrified. appalled. stricken irreparably by the abhorrent ineptitude of her peers. it only takes so long before she is moved to action. though her protest of the day's activities remains firm, it is impossible for her to allow this mockery of science to continue. it is her first love being half drugged and hacked to bits. this is, in her mind, completely unacceptable. and so she bolts from her corner, shoving bodies to and fro, pulling amphibians from the air, like rabbits from a hat, to pin them to the dissecting boards. there will be no hope for these creatures as her hand is surely fatal. the children are in shock, the adults remain useless ... at the age of 25, our damaged heroine will fall in love and marry a madman. he will make her miserably happy until the day she sneaks up behind me with a cotton ball and stainless-steel needle and a healthy and insatiable curiosity for the heart.