[ WP ] `` There is a reason children instinctively play the same games and draw the same things as the ages slip by ... ''

***this is my first time writing outside class assignments!: D*** 
 
 `` Listen, Liz.'' 
 
 `` You're going to be free.'' 
 
 `` You're going to be FREE.'' 
 
 `` YOU'RE GOING TO BE FREE'' 
 
 `` YOUREGOINGTOBEFR-'' — *crack*. 
 
 She woke hours later, drawing her tiny body into a fetal position as her head pounded with a thousand hammers, replaying the lingering echoes of a stifled explosion. She swung her head around, surveying her situation. It was an empty room, but cramped nonetheless. One door, the handle missing. She traced a finger over her eyebrows, producing a slimy red substance. 
 
 `` That's what you would call blood,'' a ghastly voice lumbered into the room. 
 
 *Who? * 
 
 `` Calm down, Elizabeth.'' The name sent another shockwave to her head, followed by a scream that would've made adults cry. A monitor slid down from the ceiling, but the signal was weak, and she could only see pixelated images of an obscured man. 
 
 *D... dad? * 
 
 `` We're unrelated,'' the man scratched his beard. He sighs. `` I'm just your operations director. Nothing too special. Listen, you're not in too good...'' 
 
 *Where am I? * 
 
 `` You're in solitary confinement, Liz. Is n't that pretty obvious? Things are terribly complicated right now... wait what?... why?... you do n't need to... HEY!'' Silence. Another voice came in. `` I'm sorry, Elizabeth.'' 
 
 The ground beneath her grumbled. The ground slid open. 
 
 Mark cut off communication before Samuel could hear anything else. 
 
 `` You ca n't be serious.'' Samuel lolled his head back into his chair. 
 
 `` It was a unanimous decision by the board.'' 
 
 `` You just murdered a child!'' Samuel cried, resigned. Mark glared fervently. 
 
 `` Just... leave.'' Samuel said, hearing footsteps trail out of his office quietly. 
 
 The office floor was quiet, not an itch of a sound in leagues, as Samuel stared blankly into the ceiling lights. A distant whirring sound just passed by his ears. Everything seemed to fall into an ephemeral state of languish. His body felt numb. 
 
 `` There was nothing left to do,'' Rachel stepped into the office handed him a cup of coffee, a foamy decorated clover dancing atop dark brown madness. 
 
 `` It does n't make sense,'' he said, getting out of his chair. `` *Any* sense at all!'' 
 
 `` She was the main host, the building blocks of the frameworks. Now that she's gone, we need to look for a similar one,'' Rachel said. 
 
 He choked. `` That's all you care about? Elizabeth meant *nothing* to you?'' 
 
 `` That's not it, Sam. You took good care of her, probably better than anyone else. What are you supposed to do now?'' 
 
 Quietness filled the room. She heard Samuel take a deep breath, and she knew it would be alright. `` I do n't know,'' Samuel spoke with ease. `` She's a thousand years old, they say... but she'd been fifteen for as long as I knew her.'' He drew another deep breath. `` The mainframe can go fuck itself.'' 
 
 `` You loved her, did n't you?'' 
 
 `` You're damn right I did, as much as I do my own son.'' 
 
 `` That was your mistake, then. You knew from the start her subconsciousness was to be uploaded into every child on this planet. And you still drew yourself to her.'' 
 
 `` It was because maintenance did n't come when they should have last Sunday. The glass should've been strong. You think a girl can bash through bulletproof?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know, Samuel, who said the glass was broken from the inside?'' 
 
 `` Shut up,'' he said. She turned on her heels and stalked out of the room. Samuel lit a cigarette, kicking his legs onto the table. 
 
 `` How shitty that went, eh, Elizabeth?'' 
 
 EDIT: I think I went off track with the prompt... had fun writing nonetheless!
