If Hope Were a Lion // [Circe+L1ly]

L1ly 2.0

My feet pound the ground softly as move around the arena. I have been programmed perfectly. To be the person I was model off of. To be Lily. The girl who died yesterday. I have been sent on a mission. To find who killed her. Me. I have been brought back from the dead, from when Lily had killed me two days ago, but I have been reprogrammed. Now I will not fight. Though I do not have nerves and I can't feel pain, I know there is a knife sticking out of my left eye. This knife represents the knife that Circe Lyon through into Lily's eyes. I walk along, so quietly I might have just been gliding, and I see her. The person who killed me.

I am far away, that is my goal. Only to let her have a glimpse of me. I am just a dream, never there, just there to torture her mind on the young girl she murdered. I cast her a glance, sadness radiating from my one eye. My programming is flawless. My mouth moves, but only a small wisp of sound comes out of it, "You killed me. You did this to me. I am dead now, and it is all your fault." With that, I disappear silently, to be dismantled by my creators. I am just the ghost of Lily, but I am so much more.