A Mind in Motion

[ Previously ] ..... "We do not play with mortals," her commanding tone cracked, but the whip of her words fell short upon his deaf ears.      He cocked his head, so much like his simian descent, and questioned childishly, "Why not?" *****      She felt her temper flair at his willful ignorance. From the day she had brought him home, set on giving him every opportunity lost to him when his lineage faded in a haze of madness and blood, he had pushed back at her with defiance. At first she assumed it was due to the trauma of his past and his inability to deal with his emotions. Then she chalked it up to his irrational rage, brought on by his basic animal nature--his hormones--his physical separation from others as he aged--and any other excuse she could find to lie to herself.      Eventually, though, she had to accept that he was defiant because it was part of his nature. He could not fit in, could not settle...

     Nothing but clear sky and the low hum of altitude surrounded her.      The weight of the helmet she had pulled from its perch atop a marble mold now rested in her hands, its golden curves glinting against the sunlight beaming brightly from its point high above. Though it had been some time and--truth be told--she had never wanted to become familiar with said weight yet again, she found herself finding comfort in it now. Many actions well beyond her control had brought her here, but this last action would be her choice.      And she was ready to make it.      As her wild red mane fluttered in the charged air, she continued to stare down at the chaotic mass of storm clouds blocking her view of the destructive terror going on below it on the surface of Humanity's Earthly terrain. Through the howling wind, crackling lightening and deep rumbling thunder were the heart heavy tones of sirens wailing and buildings crumbling. It...