#hojo||the creator

It was the last thing she ever wanted to show or to feel, those things that ate her from the inside out. Hidden behind a counter in a lone lab room she clutched within her hand a syringe. The delicate mixture of a sedative she created to not put her to sleep, but to ease the pain of those emotions...to help shut them back inside.

Her eyes shut tight she tried to resist, but she simply couldn’t. Those uncontrolled breaths spilled from her as she tried to hold back tears, tried to keep those feelings from consuming her as she angles the needle and slides it into her arm, quickly releasing it’s contents into her system. Shutting it all away. With a sigh she lets the empty syringe drop to the ground and holds her head between her hands. 

She did her best to hide from others, to avoid being seen in such a state. But she should have known that the Professor would have caught her at some point. 

“Thank you,” he grunted, crossing his arms grumpily. Why was she so excited about his birthday? As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t any different to any other day. But that last thing she said...

“What would you mean by that?” he asked, raising a brow. “This better be important, my dear.”

“Oh, I think you of all people will find this very important.”  Her fingers wind around his arm, giving him a small tug to let him know he’ll have to follow. When it came to space and boundaries, Isrieal certainly didn’t know the first thing about those. Unless of course, she was doing it all to purposefully bother people. Especially him. 

“Let me show you.” She beckons with a finger then turns to lead him into the mainframe room she usually spent most of her time in. “But you cannot tell another soul, Professor. People would most certainly abuse this. Do I have your word?” She slips in front of the central computer and pulls up a rather complex looking file in a secret database she has created.

“I also have to know that you won’t use this against me.” She says with a shifty eyed look cast in his direction. “This...” She highlights a section of the strange script upon the screen. “Is human code.” She says with a grin. “Translated into...well, this.” She gestures at the whole system. “I uploaded it.” She says with a disbelieving shake of her head. “I fucking uploaded a piece of my consciousness.” So this is what she’s been spending all her time in here doing. 

Hojo

Isrieal stands in front of Hojo with her arms crossed over her chest, head tilted to look off to the side as she chews on her inner cheek. “You know Professor..?” She thinks. What did she feel about him? What did she really feel? Without anything in the way, her fear of what he’d do, the games he’s played to make her think what he wanted her to think. No. This was all her. She finally turns her gaze to him with a shake of her head.  “I hate you. I really despise you Professor. Everything you did to me, everything you have taken from me. You made sure I never had a life beyond the one you wanted. You kept me here like some cage you can always watch over, to use me for your own benefit. But what about me?! What...about...me.” 

“I can’t stand you, Professor. I can’t stand what you have become...but. Part of me cares about you, oh yes. Very foolishly cares, because if it weren’t for you I’d be dead. I’d be dead, I’d be weak. But everything you’ve done to me? Made me strong....all I had to do was realize that I could do whatever I want with that. Make my own choices, and not just leave it all up to you. Not to let you control every little thing about my life.” She takes a step closer and lowers her arms.

“I learned everything from you, Professor. I’m everything you wanted me to be. Intelligent...” She tips her head. “Powerful...” She lifts careful fingers to adjust his tie and lifts her gaze to look him straight in the eye. “Perfect.” She smirks but the smile soon turns bittersweet.

“You may have designed me, but I’m in control now and I get to decide what happens.” She leans in to whisper sharp breath against his ear. “I get to do...whatever I want.” 

Blade

“You annoy me. Not just because you are small, or an experiment. No. You annoy me because you have no will of your own. You cannot think for yourself. You....are just a program, at the mercy of whatever you’re creator wants you to do.” She says with a grin. “I’ve been there. I know. But at least I’ve had my own thoughts, my own desires. I feel it’s pointless to even speak to you because you’re only going to register what you are programmed to look for. Isn’t that right?” She paces around him.