Ash E. Costa

“What’s your name?” The man asked, the girl knew him.

“Violet.” He blinked, like he was confused It had a name. 

“Ok… you did, uh, well in there.” 

It nodded. Killing was easy, it felt wrong for Its hands to not be covered in blood. The man was hurt, needed to be rescued, and the girl had been stuck and Violet could help. A weapon capable of pulling Its own trigger so the human wouldn’t lose yet someone else.

He grunted as It adjusted Its grip, but didn’t protest being carried with all his injuries.

Killing kept Violet useful, worthy.