Sweet Violence

"Well..okay. I guess you're right. Just don't try and do everything alone. Sure, it may seem like you can go through life alone perfectly fine. And maybe you can. But is that really the best option? Is Berserker really all you need as a friend? Why not have more..?"

"Because Berserker and me are fine! And I don't need to let someone hurt me! So don't push it or I'll flick apple sauce at you!" She warned because he was getting pushy by asking questions he knew she didn't want to answer. She continued to eat her food, she took a lot longer to eat than he did. He practically swollowed it compared to how long she took to just eat one bite.

"Flick apple sauce at me, huh? That wouldn't be very fair, I have no ammunition like you do! I ate it all.."

She smirked, "So? You ate it not me." She said putting apple sauce on her spoon pulling it back jokingly like she was going to really flick it at him. She suddenly felt a pain in her leg, she almost had it flick at him. She winced from the pain, she hated the fact that her broken leg would take a long time to heal. But she'd be in the hospital until it was set enough that it would heal properly. She sighed looking back to her plate she picked at the food on it.

"Hey... I actually got you to smile. I can't recall you doing that before. Well I guess it wasn't a full smile.. but still. You should do it more often. It's kinda cute, ya know?"

She frowned, "I am not cute! If you ever call me that again I'll not only flick apple sauce at you I'll stick a fork in you!" She said annoyed, she hated being called cute. Her 'nanny' called her that many times before beating her, she hated things that reminded her of everything that happened. She was prepared to hurt the boy if he even tried something.

"Where I come from, 'cute' is a compliment. Where I come from, people usually say 'thank you' after being complimented.. but hey! Whatever."

Her mind flashed back to a scene in her mind, she had thought her 'nanny' was a friend. She remembered her nanny placing a warm hand on her pale cheek and saying. "Your a cute one Maura, it's a shame no one will love you. It's a shame your face is going to be tear stained the rest of your life." A punch landed hard into the girl's stomach, she whimpered. Confusion and denile in her eyes, she wanted it to stop. She was beat to a pulp the only place not beaten was her face. She wore long covering clothing to hide the bruises, she couldn't protect herself and her grandfather didn't care.

She remembered when she was within a inch of her death and screaming for help and Berserker emerged. And with one swift move her attacker was dead, she remembered staring at the corpse and remembering how good it felt to be rid of her tormentor.

The girl's mind flashed back into present not saying anything to the boy and not wanting to.

Maura looked up after thinking about her past to see him shatter a plate. He didn't look too good, she looked at him concerned. She had seen her Grandfather die with the same kind of way. She went to move to his side to help but she forgot about her leg. Instantly pain shot in tremors up her leg, blood began to cover the bandage again. She sat back down, she whimpered. She couldn't cry since the day her 'nanny' beat her. The doctors just said she was defected like a broken part, useless, and alone.

Her breathing was raggid, she whimpered as pain coursed through her body.