Ice cold welcomes [Kap/Harrison]

I’d always found it rather interesting, the way the Capitol passed around their slaves, er, avoxes, as if we were just things to be traded, bought and sold. It didn’t bother me too much, though. The old man I’d been working for had recently passed away, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought about how much he hated me in his dying moments. After all, I didn’t really help him on his deathbed. I did what he asked me to, sure, but once he got close enough to death that he didn’t know what to ask for, I didn’t give much assistance. In part, it was because I didn’t know what to do, but also in part, it was because I didn’t really care about him all that much.

When he’d discovered why I’d been turned into one of the avox slaves of the Capitol, he was quite enraged that he’d never been informed before then. He kept an extra close eye on me until the day he died, and then, I was put up as an available avox once more. I was chosen by a woman by the name of Whysteria, who I was sure had done her background research on why I was an avox, since she seemed like she was more intelligent than the old man before her. Although, if she did do enough research to discover that I’d murdered my neighbor, I remain curious as to why she still selected me over the much more innocent options that she had as well.

Perhaps my age was a factor in it all. With more life experience, I was able to successfully carry out more difficult tasks. Unfortunately, if she knew this, she may be intelligent, and in all honesty, I hated having intelligent people with power over me. At least the old man wasn’t very smart. Now it was time to figure out if doing this woman’s bidding would be Hell or not.

I’d been thinking to myself for a while before I heard Whysteria call out my name. That was odd in and of itself. Avoxes rarely got called by their names. Perhaps she’d be a bit different than I expected. A wicked grin spread across my face, only to fade when I actually entered the room where the young woman was. I now had a blank expression on my face, hoping it would provoke some thought in her as to what was on my mind.

I approached Whysteria, and, as I couldn’t speak, but still had other sounds I could make without my tongue, I cleared my throat so she knew I was there. It wasn’t done in a rude way. At least, I didn’t think it was. I supposed it would be best for me to try to make a good first impression. Later would be when I caused my mischief.

Then again, seeing as this woman owned an exotic and dangerous looking cat, I wondered if causing mischief was truly a good idea.

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Take a look at Harrison's FC. Muahahaha.