Such a shame, so YOUNG to be a mass-murder, they're only 10./ "Wait, they're still breathin', tho'."
What? But...such shallow breaths and restraints?/ "Th' nice cat lady an' th' scary guys say use this thingy an' th' bad men won't chase me no more!" -- Anon Guest
Timi had had quite enough of the bad men. They all came to her big house and had a lot more food that Timi and her sisters ever did and they did things to her and her sisters. Once she had a chance, she tipped pest poison into the big soup pot. Fifty dead, fifteen more sick in hospital, twelve running home, and only three left on the scene trying to find who had done it.
Timi was already in the pretty bedrooms, pretending to play with dolls in the cutesy-wootsy frilly pink dress. All things she never got when the bad men weren't there. That was when the scary men found her. They were not bad men, and they looked around the pretty bedroom like they wanted to be sick.
That was what gave them points in Timi's book.
"Dereggers," said the one with suspenders in red, yellow, and black. He said that word like it was a swear. "They get worse on every planet we're sent to."
The one with the knitted vest with a pretty red, yellow, and black pattern had a little device in his hand. "You're the one who poisoned eighty people."
"The house had me on K.P.," said Timi, "And I don't like the bad men."
"We don't like them either," said the one with the vest.
There was a big, white, fluffy kitty outside the door. She was wearing clothes, just like the picture books the bad men liked to read to Timi. "There's a squadron coming to 'deal' with the house. We have to move quickly."
"Two birds," said the one with suspenders. "Gas or guns?"
"Gas," said the kitty. "Easier to cover up, they said."
The scary men nodded. The one with suspenders went out into the hall with the kitty. The one with the vest poured out a weird orange liquid from a bubble into a medicine glass. "Drink this, and when the air smells funny, breathe small." He pressed a clicker into Timi's hand. "When they come in to look at you, press the button and close your eyes. We will take care of the rest."
That 'take care' didn't mean tucking them in and reading them a story. Timi nodded.
The rest, as it turned out, was a lot more dying. And a lot messier. Timi would not be sad about that loss.
All her sisters in the house were going to a much better place. The Alliance. Where they would have real homes, and real families, and real therapy. And the bad men wouldn't bother them ever again.
It was worth becoming a new member of Pax Humanis for.
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