A Leopard Cannot Change Her Spots (Chapter 8)
A leopard cannot change her spots
Author: Dela26
Rating: PG-13 for language, sexual content, and the dark, psychotic mind that is Elle Bishop
Summary: Or, The Lost Bishop Files… Elle-centric. Prequel to Electric Firefly and Just Another Day on the Job, though you don't necessarily need to read them to enjoy this fic.
Author's Note. Reviews=love
Tell me about your mother.
I already did.
But tell me that story again.
There's not much to tell. As you know she's dead. I don't remember anything about her.
Is your mother alive, doc? Are you a mother? You got any pink, pudgy kiddies?
Babies are strange creatures.
Mini-humans, except their heads are too big for their bodies.
Compared to most species, human infants cannot survive without their mother.
Like fucking parasites.
And to make matters worse, the trend is that well-educated individuals are no longer breeding, only idiot rednecks.
These idiots are breeding more idiots, adding to the millions and millions of worthless bodies.
Bodies that destroy the environment, using up all of the resources, so that they can attempt to work towards this ideal of happiness that is spoon fed by the hands of fat corporate executives.
Humans are simply going through the motions of their pointless, unfulfilled lives, striving to reach something that is not even attainable.
And now, to further complicate this cosmic joke, we have evolved humans - "specials"- showing up more and more every year.
Maybe evolution is finally catching up to the fact that the dominant, overpopulated species of idiots need to be wiped out.
Survival of the fittest really.
Kill out the infection that is the human race.
And back to our original discussion regarding my mother.
Maybe I "unconsciously" recognized this deep existential dilemma at such a young, tender age and began my quest to cleanse the world as my right and duty of the new, superior species. And it just happened that I started with mommy dearest. So now, doc, I wonder, what would Freud think about all of this?
Lizzie Borden took an axe
And gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one.
Agent Psychological Profile Summary:
Heavy dependency issues are evident in Ms. Bishop, likely stemming from a fractured relationship with her father. This may make her susceptible to infiltration by an agent posing as a confidant or father figure. Her socio-behavioral skills are underdeveloped, to say the least, as she was been raised in a captive and isolated environment from age nine. Concepts of personal space and a tendency towards impulsive behavior are hallmarks of this, both of which she exhibits profoundly. Elle also displays sociopathic tendencies; a trait that manifests itself in the joy she receives from delivering electric shocks to other captives and agents within the Company without any sense of remorse.
Agent Audio Recording Transcription.
"What's the mission?"
"Looking into a security breach. That's all I know. All they told me."
"That's all they told you to tell me. But what you know is considerably more. You're not as good a liar as you think."
"You're the security breach."
"Is that what they call me behind my back? I always thought it would be something a bit more subtle or a pun at lease--"
"Is it true? Are you hiding one of them?"
"By them, you mean people like me? Is that you are accusing me of hiding? Well the short answer is yes, isn't it."
"You've compromised what we're doing."
"I'm sorry. I know we're saving the greater good. But it's been keeping me up at night. Seeing as you're raising one of them as your own I thought you'd have more sympathy."
"Claire is not one of you."
"Not yet, but one day maybe. And don't tell me you haven't thought about it."
"If she is, I'll take her in and it's done."
"Oh, just like that? Father of the year you are."
"I know who I work for."
"So do I. I was in your office when they told you to kill me."
"Then why did you get in the car?"
"Evidently I think you're a better man than they are."
"Get out."
"It's not the first time you've been told to kill a man. But is it the first time you've been told to kill a friend?"
"Tell me who it is and we'll forget about the rest."
"You're going to do it. You're just going to off me like nothing--"
"It's not like nothing. We find these people, that's what we do. And you buried one. You acted against the interests of the Company."
"You ever stop to think what those interests are?"
"Who is it?"
"And what if it was Claire? That's why you're so distant from her. You know you're going to turn her in. You're preparing for it."
"You used to believe in what we do."
"I used to believe in the tooth fairy."
"We made a promise. Both of us."
"I will not hunt my own people."
"Who is it?!"
"Why do you ask questions when you know the answer, mate?"
"Bishop's daughter."
"I came back to the Company to keep the lass alive. And after what I've seen done to her, the only way to keep her safe is to get her out. Elle is well protected and I'm not giving her up. End of story."
Sound of gun fire.
After a month of baby sitting little miss Pom Pom, Elle wants to punch her in the face. She loathes that Blondie has a family, a mommy and daddy that love her. The agent despises that the indestructible girl has the perfect little life filled with happy memories of cheerleading, unicorns, and rainbows. Elle would never admit out loud to herself or to others that she is jealous. Elle openly hates the tween. Not the burning hatred of a normal person, but the cold hate of a sociopath. Cold hate never dies, never wavers. The beast fantasies clawing out her eyes… but Elle figures that the immortal will probably just grow new ones. At least that's what happened with good ol' Adam Monroe.
Author: Dela26
Rating: PG-13 for language, sexual content, and the dark, psychotic mind that is Elle Bishop
Summary: Or, The Lost Bishop Files… Elle-centric. Prequel to Electric Firefly and Just Another Day on the Job, though you don't necessarily need to read them to enjoy this fic.
Author's Note. Reviews=love
Tell me about your mother.
I already did.
But tell me that story again.
There's not much to tell. As you know she's dead. I don't remember anything about her.
Is your mother alive, doc? Are you a mother? You got any pink, pudgy kiddies?
Babies are strange creatures.
Mini-humans, except their heads are too big for their bodies.
Compared to most species, human infants cannot survive without their mother.
Like fucking parasites.
And to make matters worse, the trend is that well-educated individuals are no longer breeding, only idiot rednecks.
These idiots are breeding more idiots, adding to the millions and millions of worthless bodies.
Bodies that destroy the environment, using up all of the resources, so that they can attempt to work towards this ideal of happiness that is spoon fed by the hands of fat corporate executives.
Humans are simply going through the motions of their pointless, unfulfilled lives, striving to reach something that is not even attainable.
And now, to further complicate this cosmic joke, we have evolved humans - "specials"- showing up more and more every year.
Maybe evolution is finally catching up to the fact that the dominant, overpopulated species of idiots need to be wiped out.
Survival of the fittest really.
Kill out the infection that is the human race.
And back to our original discussion regarding my mother.
Maybe I "unconsciously" recognized this deep existential dilemma at such a young, tender age and began my quest to cleanse the world as my right and duty of the new, superior species. And it just happened that I started with mommy dearest. So now, doc, I wonder, what would Freud think about all of this?
Lizzie Borden took an axe
And gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one.
Agent Psychological Profile Summary:
Heavy dependency issues are evident in Ms. Bishop, likely stemming from a fractured relationship with her father. This may make her susceptible to infiltration by an agent posing as a confidant or father figure. Her socio-behavioral skills are underdeveloped, to say the least, as she was been raised in a captive and isolated environment from age nine. Concepts of personal space and a tendency towards impulsive behavior are hallmarks of this, both of which she exhibits profoundly. Elle also displays sociopathic tendencies; a trait that manifests itself in the joy she receives from delivering electric shocks to other captives and agents within the Company without any sense of remorse.
Agent Audio Recording Transcription.
"What's the mission?"
"Looking into a security breach. That's all I know. All they told me."
"That's all they told you to tell me. But what you know is considerably more. You're not as good a liar as you think."
"You're the security breach."
"Is that what they call me behind my back? I always thought it would be something a bit more subtle or a pun at lease--"
"Is it true? Are you hiding one of them?"
"By them, you mean people like me? Is that you are accusing me of hiding? Well the short answer is yes, isn't it."
"You've compromised what we're doing."
"I'm sorry. I know we're saving the greater good. But it's been keeping me up at night. Seeing as you're raising one of them as your own I thought you'd have more sympathy."
"Claire is not one of you."
"Not yet, but one day maybe. And don't tell me you haven't thought about it."
"If she is, I'll take her in and it's done."
"Oh, just like that? Father of the year you are."
"I know who I work for."
"So do I. I was in your office when they told you to kill me."
"Then why did you get in the car?"
"Evidently I think you're a better man than they are."
"Get out."
"It's not the first time you've been told to kill a man. But is it the first time you've been told to kill a friend?"
"Tell me who it is and we'll forget about the rest."
"You're going to do it. You're just going to off me like nothing--"
"It's not like nothing. We find these people, that's what we do. And you buried one. You acted against the interests of the Company."
"You ever stop to think what those interests are?"
"Who is it?"
"And what if it was Claire? That's why you're so distant from her. You know you're going to turn her in. You're preparing for it."
"You used to believe in what we do."
"I used to believe in the tooth fairy."
"We made a promise. Both of us."
"I will not hunt my own people."
"Who is it?!"
"Why do you ask questions when you know the answer, mate?"
"Bishop's daughter."
"I came back to the Company to keep the lass alive. And after what I've seen done to her, the only way to keep her safe is to get her out. Elle is well protected and I'm not giving her up. End of story."
Sound of gun fire.
After a month of baby sitting little miss Pom Pom, Elle wants to punch her in the face. She loathes that Blondie has a family, a mommy and daddy that love her. The agent despises that the indestructible girl has the perfect little life filled with happy memories of cheerleading, unicorns, and rainbows. Elle would never admit out loud to herself or to others that she is jealous. Elle openly hates the tween. Not the burning hatred of a normal person, but the cold hate of a sociopath. Cold hate never dies, never wavers. The beast fantasies clawing out her eyes… but Elle figures that the immortal will probably just grow new ones. At least that's what happened with good ol' Adam Monroe.