See No Evil, Hear No Evil
Oct 26, 2014 7:15:55 GMT
Post by Andrea Williams on Oct 26, 2014 7:15:55 GMT
Andrea felt something in her chest flicker and wondered if it could be something close to embarrassment. Apparently she had picked up on things wrong, Floki didn't want her but trying to embarrass someone like Andrea was like trying to hold water in a colander, it just didn't work. Instead the only intelligible emotion Andrea felt was relief. Relief that Floki was meeting her expectations and relief he wasn't angry about being called upon as a teacher. In fact, he seemed over joyed, giddy even that he was getting to spread his knowledge, offering an array of topics. Andrea would like to learn everything, to absorb all the knowledge she could but if she had to pick a place to begin, she knew exactly what she wanted to learn first.
"I want to learn how to . . ." She paused a moment, trying to consider her phrasing as to not come off a complete and utter psychopath, " punish someone a long distance away. Preferably in a way that can't be seen on the physical body. More psychological, if you will." Immediately Andrea thought of the boy who attacked her over the summer, she thought of her father's far too touchy friends, she thought of her mother digging burning incense sticks into he wrists and palms of her hands. She thought of the drugs, the chaos, the terror that bred like cockroaches in her home. She thought of the boys who bullied her brother Max, her only savior, her salvation, the one who kept her sane. "I don't want to kill them" Said Andrea softer but it wasn't out of mercy it was because she wanted to witness the havoc she'd wreaked once she returned home. She wanted to admire her art and she planned to make the whole process long and eventful so upon her return, she could view the damage as it should be viewed, a piece of art, something to admire and examine. If their was anything had Andrea had patience for it was vengeance.
"I want to learn how to . . ." She paused a moment, trying to consider her phrasing as to not come off a complete and utter psychopath, " punish someone a long distance away. Preferably in a way that can't be seen on the physical body. More psychological, if you will." Immediately Andrea thought of the boy who attacked her over the summer, she thought of her father's far too touchy friends, she thought of her mother digging burning incense sticks into he wrists and palms of her hands. She thought of the drugs, the chaos, the terror that bred like cockroaches in her home. She thought of the boys who bullied her brother Max, her only savior, her salvation, the one who kept her sane. "I don't want to kill them" Said Andrea softer but it wasn't out of mercy it was because she wanted to witness the havoc she'd wreaked once she returned home. She wanted to admire her art and she planned to make the whole process long and eventful so upon her return, she could view the damage as it should be viewed, a piece of art, something to admire and examine. If their was anything had Andrea had patience for it was vengeance.
