I'm still here
Disclaimer: (before I forget) I don't own characters, plot, whatever. It's all owned by Mr. Scott Westerfeld.
Well, this is basically my insight into my favorite Uglies' character's mind. Random but there will be a plot and more chapters but im just sure of it yet. By the way I made up Cable's name, because it sounds like 'spider' and it kind of goes with the Special thing (disclaimer for me- I own the first name of Dr. Cable in this story- I just don't know how you copyright stuff lol)
Anyways, please tell me if there are any mistakes and stuff because I haven't checked it very well and don't forget to review nicely folks!
Enjoy!
This is forever but it won't last long.
This is a memory that fades away in never-ending.
In the death of all that's long been said and done before,
we'll wish that we were something more.
The Birthday Massacre-To Die For
Chapter one- Recapturing the past
She stood. Still, fingers clasped, tightly. Knuckles white from tensed muscles. Eyes scanning like a maternal tiger searching for a threat to her cubs. The world lay silent and all knowing. Every so often a branch would rustle or a bird would call timidly, as if nature was indignantly stating she was still awake. The woman heard it all. By her own doing, she had made herself see. The full complexity and seductive beauty of unspoiled landscapes and the humble appreciation of the development of society, the advancement on mankind. On a regulatory basis, of course. She already knew what the untamed humanity could do to the planet they had been given. It still bruised her soul to recollect what wild uncivilized barbarians had achieved, all on the concept of technological advancement. It was their alibi. The Rusties' infamous excuse for destroying the world.
And now it was happening again.
What would be there excuse this time? Would they have an excuse? How long would it take them to realize what she had said all along, that they needed her and her agents to aid the spreading of the cancer of humanity?
A hovercar glided swiftly past, hurried and not attempting any kind of security checks. So they weren't looking for her. Did they think she had scarpered? Hurried away like some frightened rabbit? No she would not leave them. Not let them destroy the regime she had worked so hard to create. Not unless she had to, anyway.
Nevertheless, she ducked down elegantly as the hovercar past her hiding spot.
She let out a soft sigh, the razor sharpness of her voice becoming blunt. No need to be scary Dr. Cable anymore, she had no-one left to intimidate. Just be Aranè.
Quietly she slid past the motionless hovercar. It has sensed something, she was sure. Her hovercraft could sense slight movement and body heat from a vast range. The city's craft, however, wre made for that kind of detection. They were not made for war.
She cursed.
Damn them! If she hadn't been there, designing magnificent defensive robots and creating weapons in nano form, if there had really been an attack the city would have been in turmoil by now. If there had been an attack.
Dr. Cable was adult enough to accept her punishment. Sure, she had lied, messed up everyone's brain and made teenagers so inhuman that they had to self harm to feel anything… but it was still unfair. They would regret banishing her. They needed her.
She sighed once more, and seeing the coast was clear, leapt out form behind the trees, smiling to herself about the cliché image. Specials didn't jump out o bushes. They were too sophisticated.
A few hours later
She hated the wild. Well, she hated living in it. Decades of high-tech comfort and loyal officers awaiting your command had made the doctor rather brattish. She was used to having everything given to her on a sliver platter and the wild didn't provide platters. It didn't even provide hygienic toilets.
Nor hot showers.
She had already tried to recall when she was an arrogant little ugly, pursuing the journey, as many before and after her and done, to the Rusty wreckage and even further. But she couldn't remember the niceness of it. She was just digusted at how naïve and uppity she used to be. She didn't which was worse, arrogant and repellant or vain and cruel.
She grimaced. She wasn't acting very special today. Perhaps it was the sheer lack of technology. She missed her wallscreen (A/N just like I missed my laptop before I got a shiny new one!!).
She walked. She had planned her direction but then did not want to follow it. Her thoughts were muddled. Had Tally's cure worked? She wondered whether she could cure herself from a cure.
Nevertheless walking like this reminded her of her childhood. She had often come here, from being fairly small to escape her life, her home and…her mother.
She hadn't considered that woman for years. Memories flooded back.
Mothers were supposed to love their children, but her mother didn't. Tula Cable hated her. And often tolled her so.
The Special stopped abruptly at a tree. Gazing at it, she found she couldn't recall what tree it was (A/N just like my lack of tree knowledge), but could only recall that fateful, the last confrontation with the woman who was meant to nature her