He looked so cool with his sand coulored hair. Seeing him locked in those chains felt nice—not that I'm gothic but his abs were dry, muscles strong and eyes blue like ice. There was never any calmness in them.
I smiled, being the sadist my father also was. The man in my front gave me life each time I saw him because, well, it was the most amusing pet or let's say project my father ever worked on. The ungrateful thing disrespected my father and even managed to bite one of his ears off.
"Dr. Cobbstone, here's the device you asked for," I handed it over to my father.
"Good."
I sat in Buddhist position and was in close proximity with the creature with two dots that may be horns; but inward because they didn't stick out.
It's lazy eyes bore into mine then he fainted as my father purged the device into him.
I grinned, tucking his hair at the back of his ear now standing up.
At night, I snuck back in making sure I was quiet and smiled at the tired man locked in chains. His head hung low and muscles were tight but said tired.
I pitied him, but well..he was also like my friend, you see.
"I know you're here." He said to me in his husky tone. He then groaned as he adjusted the chains that had become his companion over the years like bracelets; hard ones.
I remember when I first saw him, I was about eight years and he had found a way to not grow over the years. Well, he was a bit shorter but if he did age—it was slowly.
Father use to hide his little pet monster project from me, in fact I didn't know he performed such seriously dangerous projects. I was a very dull girl but when I saw the creature in daddy's lab, an illegal thing I should never see, my heart fluttered and eyes sparked.
I didn't know what daddy was using the creature for but I wanted to be a part of it. It called me; the beautiful demon as my father use to call him, or, project 22.
"Hah!" I rushed in. I had formerly hidden behind the closed door that had thin horizontal openings as lines which enabled me to peep.
"Hey, there. What's your name?" I outwardly said to him, not minding my father's stunned presence. I had zoomed in when father had opened the door not aware of my presence.
"Loui, what are you doing here?" Dr. Cobbstone pushed the middle of his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.
"I want to play with him, can I?" I clamored with pouted lips.
My father's forehead crumpled as it gave out he was perplexed trying to produce a thought. "I don't think it's.." My father stammered, but it was too late because I carried an object from a desk and touched 'my toy' with it.
Twenty-two, as my father called him, raised his head and saw something like a magnetic force. It was as though 'It' was shocked to see me. 22's eyes then lowered in disappointment and sadness.
I was a gothic child—used to be. I wore black and white gown. Now that I have grown up, I've added more colour to it.