"Mr. Sunshine, sir?" Asked the teen he just rescued "How did you join the Pax Humanis?" -- Anon Guest
It was a bad scene. Mr Sunshine had left it that way as a warning to others. The child was clean and dressed and currently on some medication that made her emotions inaccessible by her brain. Sunshine understood, on an intellectual level, that she had been through an intensely traumatic experience previously known as her life.
Why she wanted to talk to him was as baffling as the concept of trauma.
"Pardon?" he said. Her words had made less sense to him.
"Pax Humanis. How did you join? You're so... clean."
The scene he had left behind was the opposite of clean, but none of the blood had ever touched his nice white shirt, or pleasantly comfortable sweater-vest. He was good at what he did.
"You're wondering how they found me when I do not otherwise leave or take traces?"
Nod.
"The Medik conglomerate has a surprisingly prescient psychological corps. They visit schools and look for... shall we say 'aberrant minds'. I don't really remember being a part of normal society. I clearly do not belong." He tried a smile, calculated to look warm and friendly. "My first kill was somebody who was hurting a cat."
The girl shrank away. Another failure for smile practice. "I wanted to kill him. I had dreams of wearing his insides. His dangles would be my earrings."
Appropriate, considering what the villain had done. "Sounds... messy," he allowed. "They would catch you in an instant, even without the psychological corps."
Her smile was brief, flickering across her lips in an instant. "I wouldn't care. Shut me in a cabin miles away from anyone. Nobody can hurt me there."
Sunshine crouched to get on the level of her eyes. Small eyes that had seen too much and grown large from the seeing. They would never look at the world the same way again. They were not, Sunshine thought, the eyes of a habitual killer.
"What you want is safety," he said. "Pax Humanis goes into danger in order to end the dangerous. You will have safety. You will have people who want to help you heal. If you, in turn, are dangerous... they will help you remain safe for the sake of others. They will find a place where you fit, and will be comfortable."
"Far from Himself."
"Yes."
She looked into the middle distance, and recited, "He will never hurt me again. The nice man made sure."
Cute. She still thought he was nice.
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