Zaya just stands there, and she brings a hand up and pinches the spot between Angel's neck and shoulder, causing Angel to release her grip and fall off. "I'm not even sure. But do you say hello to everyone by attacking them, Angel?" She arches a brow, her eyes having been on the book the entire time. "Or should I say Amy. Or Amelia? Those are the others, right. I understand completely. Dissociative Identity Disorder. Such a fascinating psychological issue to have. It's more common than you think. There was once a man with over 40 personalities. One of the essential features of Dissociative Identity Disorder is full dissociation between distinct personality states. These dissociated states routinely control behavior, and are often limited to state dependent memory. This disorder is thought to be trauma based and caused by pathological levels of stress during the earliest years of childhood, prior to the age where a unitary sense of self forms. During infancy behavior is organized as a set of "discrete behavioral states" which link and group together in sequences over time. The original trauma in those with DID is usually a failure of secure attachment with a primary caregiver which impedes linkage.Yes. I know a lot about you and your. . . odd state of mind. I know a lot about EVERYONE here. Even the guards. Like Edwin over there." She points at one of the guards who had remained in the room, as she is still looking at the book. "He's going to be filing for a divorce within the next two weeks. Must be hard though, seeing as there's also two kids to deal with. Have fun breaking the news to your two year old, Martha, and your seven year old, Charles. . . okay, Edwin?"
Then, Zaya closes her book and drops it on the floor. She folds her arms over her chest and says, "But I'm not all. . . as you pissants would say. . . brains. I'm strong. Stronger than a majority of the males within this facility. But I have a high level of intelligence that helps restrain the urge to bring forth any acts of violence. That is, until my little. . . problem. . . kicks in. I diagnosed myself. Intermittent explosive disorder. It's is a behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of anger, often to the point of violence, that are disproportionate to the situation at hand. Impulsive aggression is unpremeditated, and is defined by a disproportionate reaction to any provocation, real or perceived. But in my case, it's like the restraints that separate mind and body are broken. My physical prowess increases, but at the cost of my highest mental capabilities. Anger is the creation of this thing. . . this. . . kemono. Beast."
Angel doesn't stop smiling, or even blink. "God, shut up already. you sound just like Amelia going on and on about your hyper brain and blah blah blah!" she screams "I DON'T GIVE A RATS ASS!" she jumped at the guard and grabbed his control to shock the chip in her head, then she grabbed the gun and aimed it at Zaya "you didn't answer my question, am I here to kill you, or ask you to play nice?"
"That question. I'm not even sure what the answer is. I doubt you're supposed to kill me. Because that task is nearly impossible. And. . .they want me alive. They want to use me. Like a puppet. But I will not be a mindless puppet like the rest of you." Zaya rolls her eyes as she grabs a book and returns to her bed. "I'm not going to reduce myself to your levels. I will NOT be used like a slave." She hisses.
Angel smirked "You think me a slave? you think I am a puppet? they had a vary expensive chip placed in my highly delicate brain, they have me wrapped in a straight jacket almost twenty four seven, and they do not even let me out unless there is someone near me who can wake up Amelia or Amy if I get out of hand. they do all this not because they wanted too, not because I am a simple minded idiot who does as I say. no, they did all this to keep me from turning on them, and they know that when I get the chance I will turn on them, that is why I am always near a guard. they do not control this body, Amelia does, and she does it all for Amy. Amelia is the ruler of this asylum, Amy is the princess bringing hope to the people, and I am the weapon, keeping the people in check!" She laughed maniacally. she shot the guard and laughed some more as guards ran in trying to sedate her, she jumped around the room dodging them. "Dance puppets dance!" she screamed. then she jumped at one and grabbed the syrange out of his hand. "will time for Amy to take her night night juice, she just can't sleep without it." Angel said shooting the guard who's syrange she had stolen, then she stuck herself with the tranqulizer and fell asleep in zayas bed laughing until she lost conciousness.
"No. You are a puppet. You remain here, and you do as they please. As you have just done. If you haven't realized, they want you to kill." Zaya mutters under her breath before taking an arm full of books. With a sigh, Zaya states, "And you have also done as I pleased. So I thank you for playing this game. But, these words I speak shall be spoken both in past, present and future. Check. Mate." With that, Zaya exits her room and goes to find someplace quiet to read.
Amy wakes up a few hours later and is let out of her room. she walks around the asylum casually. she sees zaya reading and walks over to her. "Hi, I'm Amy." she said. "I've never seen you before, ohh are you new? do you have special powers?" she said then she leaned in to whisper to her. "This is actually a secret orginization of super heroes." she said into zayas ear smiling.
Zaya doesn't answer. She keeps her eyes glued on the book, and turns the page. Without looking up, Zaya responds, "Super heroes do not exist. If they did, then this place wouldn't be around. WE would all be dead. Super heroes would have killed us by now, for the crimes we have committed. So, we are definitely not super heroes. As you would say."
"ohh, are you a villain? my big sister is a villain, and she is vary good at it." Amy said. "and you're wrong, super heroes do not kill anyone, I know because I am one." she said. "I HAVE SUPER HAPPINESS!" she said jumping up and down. "well, as long as I get my candy. speaking of which." she started, a guard walked over and handed her a chocolate. they where made to carry atleast two peices of candy at all times to keep Amy happy. "Yummy, Kisses." she said eating it. "you want one?"
"I do not eat such things." Zaya hisses, turning another page. "Now leave. If you haven't noticed, I'm busy. If you're a superhero then you'll do something good. And that would be getting away from me."
"but if you're a villain, then I can't just leave, because you're bad, and I'm good, and good doesn't let bad do stuff they want." she said. "or...wait, dangit, you gave me a brain owie" she said.
Kujo finds where zaya is having been tailing her.."being a puppet is not so bad...i mean..we were put here for a reason.. there are some nice people that have our well being in mind you know" he says dropping down from the ledge he was on...
(Guard) "What.. when did kujo get in here....KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE BEAST." he says alerting the director
"rightio bossman~!" she chimes, following him before setting her voice to monotone, if they couldn't guess she was a girl using this voice, they didn't deserve to hear her real voice!
(I'm not really sure where she is either. . . oh well)
Zaya still doesn't look away from her book. "I already told the last person. I'm busy at the moment. I would like to read." Reading is her escape, after all.
Soon the director is face to face with Zaya... the other guards back away.. and stare in astonishment.. he never left his office to speak to an inmate.. never...
"Zaya is it not" he says to her.. and looks over at Amy with his arms behind his back..."Miss if you would allow Angel to surface i would appreciate it" he says to her
"Yes they are delilah..." he says to her smiling.. he glares at amy..."LET HER OUT NOW" he commanded.. threatening her.. so the danger would make Angel come out...
Kujo is quiet...
He grabs the book from Zaya.."you should learn to show respect..." he says to her
"oh, hi, are you a good girl? or a bad girl?" Amy said. "She's a bad girl' she whispered pointing at zaya. "I don't know if he's a good girl yet." she said pointing at Kujo"
Amy jumps and yelps. "oh, your a villain too." she said. "OK, villain friends can talk to eachother." she said laughing then her head went limp. Angel came out. "oh, hey boss man, whats up?"
"Respect is earned.. and yes delilah .. you can ask your question" he says...
He looks at angel..."Good to see you know when not to try to kill" he says..."As expected.. of you.. " he says