Experiment Five.

“This is where you shall be staying during your duration here in my lab.” I gesture towards the rather comfy and well confined attic and Elenoir took this moment to plant her tiny fists upon her barely noticeable hips and cast me a look of disbelief. 

“You’re kidding.” She says in an almost expectant tone and I look back and forth between her and the attic entrance. “Well yeah I was expecting a much more adolescent twig child but you could still squeeze through and I promise it’s bigger on the other side.”

I poke my head up into the attic and take a look around. “Oh yeah, you clear out the bats and insulation and you could most definitely stretch out in a comfortable L shape!” I look back down and see the child stalking off with her tiny bag of belongings in tow.

“What you don’t like it? I might have a broom closet in the laundry room you could use! Maybe even a spare drawer in my dresser!” I call after her but she only ignores my rather legitimate claims, I do have a broom closet she could use, has a little mold and a little to severe water damage but if you stick a twin bed mattress in sideways it’d fit perfect!

I stumble after her as I’m fascinated how something so small could move so fast, spinning around the corner of the hallway and catching her striding into my bedroom, henceforth setting off an alarm within my cranial cavities that sent me sprinting after her.

“Oh wait a second there child, that’s my bedroom!” I call but I receive no answer and it wasn’t until after I came skidding into my bedroom that I realized why, for within the small time frame she had been within this room without me she had already kicked open her bag and was now sprawled out upon my bed with earphones blocking out all sound from the outside world in the stead of what sounded like the barest hints of angry death metal.

I eye the tiny pieces of clothing with the acceptance one has for roaches in their favourite cereal and could feel a rising rage peaking in the back of my eyes. I stride up to the child and aptly grab each end of her earphones, pull them away from her head, then let go in which they then collided back upon her ears with a delightful thwack.

The little snot bucket let out a high pitched scream that caused the eardrums residing in my skull to protest the sound with anger. Causing me to twitch in a very unwanted discomfort as she then casts me a glare that could have set me on fire had rage possessed the ability to make flesh spontaneously burst into flame, which would have been extremely useful during my more tumultuous youth.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” She seethes with a coarseness I would normally marvel at, should it not have come from the spawn of my sister, which in many cases I wouldn’t be surprised, but considering the intense hatred this child has adopted for me, I’m pretty sure she’d tell mother that I taught her, and she would have been correct had she given me the time to get to that recreational activity, but for now it was little more than a lie.

“Why you ask? Silly child, for if you hadn’t already noticed from my constant cries, or the nameplate engraved in ivory upon the door, but this is my room and you should definitely take it upon yourself to be more polite when making a mockery of their private chambers.” I think I made my argument quite nicely, but to my dismay Elenoir simply twirled her finger, rolling her eyes and replying, “And I should care why?”

I imagined throttling her on the spot until she lost consciousness, then mailing her to Borneo, no one would ever have to know and I could just say she never arrived. Instead I sat down next to the monster, gently putting an arm around her and letting out a small sigh before casting her a caring glance.

Then I kicked her off the bed. “I am a respected doctor in the field of pure evil! I will not be treated so poorly by the likes of you! I went to college goddammit!” I shout and Elenoir slowly gets to her feet. “You know how much I give a damn?” She growls and I raise an eyebrow. “Hopefully a lot should you have at least a tiny smidgeon of respect somewhere within the rotten entrails that make up your innards.” I reply and she just smirks before pulling back her fist and then punching me directly in the scrotum.