Freedom High [Open]

[Angel]

~The crisp night air was.. just.. wonderful. Arietta was flying in the wind, feeling it touch ever little part on her body as it rushed steadily by. She was looking all over and just feeling ecstatic about being back. Everything, all her memories.. all of Angel's memories where in her. She remembered that whiny babies short time as a doll vaguely.. no wonder Ayumi was who she was back then. She just never assumed that the source was Ayumi, not herself. Either way, she was free and ready to live her life.

Like Ayumi though, she would prove useful later, she thought.. licking her lips at the thought of it. It was so good to be back.

Though, it was awkward. Every since then, she realized that the one Angel's memories where not all she had. She had other memories too.. of being a bug and another girl that made he groan. These ones were alot more fresh though, and then filled her with a new-found hatred she didn't think she was capable of. These were more.. "her" memories in her mind as if they were apart of who she was as much as she was when Crehavos gave her that final blow up on that faraway planet. The pain, the humiliation, being a guinea pig. She wanted to get back at the people who played around with her like a toy again.

And that's where she was headed to.

Flying down into a large city touched by night, it's bright lights shining in the night-life as people enjoyed a wonderful Friday. She landed in front of what looked to be just some normal government building softly, though she wasn't attempting to hide herself. She knew from her newly gained memories that this is where she had come from. Without caring who was around or who saw, she sent 3 bolts of energy at the door, the glass shattering and the alarm sounding. Make them scared, make them know I'm here. I'm sure those demons have been fearing the day their sins would catch up with them. They've been such naughty boys and girls, it's time for a timeout.. she thought with a giggle that sounded out-loud. Stepping inside the newly broken door, the BRRRTZ~ BRRTZ~ sound ringing in her ear she looked for her prey.

The first room was a reception area of sorts. It bored her, she didn't have but one memory of it when she was leaving. Blasting a few more arrows into the floor.. she walked upwards to the empty desk and slipped into the chair. The computer was still hot and making a soft noise, the receptionist must have left it running.. though that was just perfect for her. She didn't have as much computer experience as she would like.. but she was sure that she had enough to bring up a map of this place. After a few clicks, she found what she was looking for. Pulling herself out of the blue rolling chair, she stretched and prepared to head down the stairs. Seemed to be that the area she was looking for was down first, not up. Though the CEO's up in the higher area would be hit as well. She was going to make sure she left her mark on this place.

These thoughts were interrupted however, by a very late security guard. His hair was a bit.. wild, which made Arietta giggle inside. Someone sleeping on the job eh? The fact that it took like, 5 minutes of the alarm blaring in his ear to wake up him was even more delicious. Lickable in fact. He grabbed a nightstick of sorts, but then saw her appearance and lowered it slightly. Speaking in a half-asleep and grumpy tone, she noticed that his mustache was moist from something she couldn't being to fathom. Interesting. Anyway. "Your in big trouble little girl, you picked the wrong place to have a little rebel phase against daddy. Your going to pay for that door your broke." he slapped his nightstick on his palm a bit, obviously trying to scare Arietta. Ha. On the contrary, this was the most amusing thing she had seen in such a long time.

Deciding to have a little fun with him though, she placed one hand up to her mouth and one hand pressed down on the black leather skirt she was wearing. She made a few adorable little shivers and sniffles and even made an attempt to soften up her expression. "B..but.. Mr. Guardie-Wardie.. I'm sorry... please don't call my daddy.."

This was enough to drop his guard down altogether for the most part. He saw both hands and from her little outfit it was obvious that she wasn't packing any sort of weaponry on her. Walking over to her and grabbing her slim arm, he attempted to pull her in the other direction while being authoritative. "No but's young lady. Let's go." Deep down, he knew that he enjoyed pushing his power on someone he saw as helpless. This was enough fuel for Arietta to show no mercy. Letting out her other hand and using her Sharpen Spell, within a few moment red energy nails were in the uniformed man's chest. He made a very noticeable cringe and didn't even have time to re-grab his own weapon before she brought her catty hand thru his entire stomach, pulling downwards and watching it slash right through his skin. The blood started pour out fast, covering her fingers, his shirt and dripping down on the floor. Crying out in pain, he clutched his gaping wound in terror and confusion. What had this little brat just done?

But she wasn't done. Next was the leg. Aiming at his legs, she clawed at one of them swiftly, watching the magic slice through his legs easy, making another large wound. He fell on his back-end and started showing his cowardliness. Pushing his body as back as he could, he attempted to get as far away from the young girl. "S-Stay.. back! I have.. I have a gun!" he yelled, trying to gain some sort of command over the situation. But when he put his hand on his belt he noticed something critical.

He had left his gun at his station. That's what one get's for sleeping on the job.. he cursed to himself inwardly for his mistake. He attempted to not show that, but Arietta had already noticed it. Walking over to him and pushing her face against his she puffed out a bit of air causing him to blink. When he opened his eyes, Arietta was in the process of kissing him deeply. He tasted something.. salty and thick and this being what looked like a 10 year old girl, he tried to push her away, but found that she had him firmly in her sharpened grip.

After a few moments, she pulled back and licked her lips again, and then brought her bloddy hand to her lips again and licked it as well. "Did your blood taste nummy?" she thought with a very cocky grin and then a very "adorable" chuckle of confidence. Grabbing his jacket and bringing him back up to her face, she stuck her tongue out with a childish appearance to her face. "You should run, before you die."

That was all the warning he needed. Picking himself up and hopping on one leg while clutching his wound, he slowly left the building, ashamed and humilated that not only had a little girl beat him up, but that little girl had just made out with him so forcefully and he had been helpless to stop. Talk about an attack at one's manhood.

Who knew who else was around, who had heard the alarm from the streets, who had heard the shattering of glass, or who saw the ragged and wounded security guard now. Arietta didn't, and she didn't care. Bring them on, she was ready for a little fun.

She flew downstairs quickly, heading for her next target.

[Arietta the Dark Angel]

Flying downstairs was a pretty simple task.. and she looked to her memories as the Angel clone to find her way around this place. Sure, the meek girl didn't seem to remember much of this place.. but the visuals were enough to help her out. Opening a door, she found herself in a room full of vials, screeching animals, and other sorts of medical equipment.. while the lights were off, there was a low humming noise like computers running.. showing evidence that someone was working late.

She made a grimace at her surroundings, feeling the emotions that Angel would have felt in such a place. Horrible, horrible monsters.. making Arietta one of their play things. She felt all the memories of these vials, shots, and even these animals DNA's being fused into her for the sake of creating some sort of weapon. She thought about sneaking around, but she guessed that if anyone was here.. they would have already been really on guard since the alarm was blaring loudly.

"Fine then, screw just being the bug they made me. Let's have some fun." she said, licking her lips once again. Her thoughts and decisions were always something to be excited over. Arietta NEVER made the wrong choice. Grabbing more energy in her palms, she sent more bolts of energy and the very fragile glass containing various fluids used for testing.. making it burst everywhere making a very loud and ringing noise even over the alarm. Next, she sharpened her nails again and gripped the lock on the cages with monkeys in them, letting the lock easily rip in her hands. This made the monkey's very happy, but a bit too much. They leapt out of the cages and started making a right mess of everything.. making much more noise in a quick succession.

However, things were still quiet.. she realized that no one must be in this room anymore. Walking foward.. she found the comptuer humming that she had heard earlier. On the page, was a picture of a cockroach and the text said in the most bolded area.. "Genetic Data of Specimen: 00A3 Angel.."..

Without thinking twice, Arietta threw her clawed hand inside the computer, sending a huge spark right through her and out in the air, the computer breaking and short circuiting fast. It definitely hurt.. but Arietta even liked feeling pain right now. It was another showing that she was alive, that she was here to stay. Pain was a good thing, pain kept her alive and remembering her goals.

"Monsters.. thinking they can treat me like a tool. I'll make them all suffer for their naughty ways." she said and laughed, walking out the room to find another, the monkeys still throwing papers and vials around like mad. She guessed they weren't too happy with their owners either.

[Arietta the Dark Angel]

Leaving the room, I simply walked down the steps to reach my next destination. I saw the room easily with my eyes and I guess it's just more dramatic that way. Walking up to it.. I saw a slot on the door and a tiny glass window on the door. These things weren't familiar right at first, but after a few moments I found myself spacing out.. and then everything felt fuzzy.

"This was.. my room.." I said, placing my hand on the glass window with my palm face down against the window. I felt a sharp pain.. and a shiver. I opened the door and walked in it slowly, taking my time. This wasn't a happy place. As I walked in, I felt the stale air.. and a stench of death. What made it worse is I know that scent had come from me.. the scent was mine. I felt myself clutch my own shoulders and a rushes of unpleasant feelings started filling me. The small bed in the corner where I spent most of my time wrapped under a thin, ratty blanket crying.. or under that bed hoping that somehow they would walk by and forget I was here. The corner where I would sit waiting for someone to bring me something to eat through the slot.

Even though I hadn't done anything wrong.. I had been treated like a prisoner. Worse than a prisoner. I was treated like a thing, something that they had to feed and had to give a bed because the thing required it to function.. nothing more. It was all too familiar, way too similar to how I had been born before and lived.

Suddenly, I heard a loud slam and turned around.. someone had come by while I was in my sad nostalgic trance and shut the door. The man locked the door and looked through the window with a evil look on his face. I felt my fact turn into a snarl, cursing the man who thought he could lock me in here again.. even if he didn't realize that I was the original girl who had been put in here but reborn.. as me.

"You can't trap me here. I'll make you regret this!!"