"Kill her," he said to me. The knife was right there, stuck into the table. Jaimey was on the other side ducked-taped to the chair.
"She's been a bad girl," he said. My hand shook as I wrapped my bandaged fingers around the knife's handle.
"I'm sorry, Aubrey," Jaimey mumbled. "I'm so sorry." I pulled the knife from the table.
2697: I was in the Candara Mall in Greenhills Ohio. There were bodies all around me. One was my daughter's. Omega Polaris. I knelt down beside her, pulling her hair behind her head. By her right arm was a box. When I slid it across the holder, Omega's hazel eyes were uncovered, all the veins and connectors still attached.
I flinched. But why didn't I break down? Why didn't I gag, or have a stroke, or faint? I felt a wave of... indifference.
I'd done it. I'd killed those hundreds of people around me with my own hands, and still, I managed to escape the police, and even the S.W.A.T. teams couldn't catch me.
Then, I broke down laughing, taking the eyes into my hands. It was like a comedy. Fantasy had just kicked in, but horror had been there, in the mall, written across my forehead. As my daughter's eyes lay in my still hands, all I could think about was comedy.
There had been headlines. "Aubrey Polaris-Parks escapes special arsenal teams one again."
"Aubrey Polaris-Parks commited of her daughter's and many other's murderes, but not found." I laughed at them. All of them. It was the perfect destraction as I flew to Tokyo - without anyone knowing - and killed every single person there. After I was done, I washed my hands and thought about the first person I'd ever murdered.