Gabby groaned loudly as she stepped into the empty office, stomping her black stiletto heel on the floor angrily. She gritted her teeth as she saw a portrait of Lockheed on the wall, his frozen lips pursed in what looked like a mocking grin. Gabby sighed as she turned to walk out of the room. Suddenly, she whipped round and chucked one of her heels at the picture, tearing the face of her boss down the middle.
“Take that, sexist pig!” she yelled triumphantly. As if she was suddenly instilled with a newfound sense of confidence, she started rampaging, knocking down books, chairs- even flipping his desk over without a second thought. “You deserve this you old bastard!” Gabby laughed hysterically as she went and toppled over the ornaments carefully placed on his shelves. Exasperated, Gabby panted as she looked at the wreckage of Lockheed’s room. Panic set in as the reality of what she’d just done sunk in.
What the hell am I going to do! she screamed mentally as she surveyed the destruction she’d just caused. As if some otherworldly spirit came to answer her question, Gabby suddenly heard a childlike giggle echoing round the room. She whipped around to look at the source and was surprised when she saw a little girl lounged unpretentiously in Lockheed’s spinning chair.
Gabby was both terrified and intrigued: the little girl couldn’t have been more than about 8 years old, with her cute pigtails, her sucking on a red lollipop and swinging her little legs on the tall seat. However, she had airs of someone that was years older, the way she was sitting accompanied by the grey business suit that was perfectly tailored to her petite body.Gabby heard the girl groan as she pulled the lollipop out of her maw and lobbed it into the bin. “Uh, who would’ve guessed that trying to get rid of a 100 year addiction to smoking was gonna be so hard?..” the girl moaned to herself- although she had a child’s melodic voice, there was no mistaking the (albeit minute) smoker’s rasp she had in her voice.
The mysterious girl looked back up at Gabby, grinning unnervingly with a little gap between her two front teeth. “Hello Gabby.” Gabby stepped back in shock. “How do you know my name?! Who are you?!” The girl chuckled, stating, “Even if I wasn’t an (almost) all-powerful being, I’m PRETTY sure I would still be able to read a name tag.”
Gabby blushed profusely. “Ha, ha. Very funny. Now, we’ve got to get you out of here, little kid. It’s too dangerous for you. I mean, you’re what, eight?”
“WAY older than that, and please, this place is a lot less dangerous than some places I’ve visited in my life. Those German trenches, disgusting place. That’s where I first got my love of cigars.” She snapped her fingers and, much to Gabby’s awe, materialised a fat cigar and lighter in her tiny hands. She lit it and sucked deeply, puffing out loudly as she said, “I’ll try to quit tomorrow.”
Gabby was instantly both excited and petrified as she realised that this ’little girl’ was more than meets the eye. “Wh- Who are y-you?” she hesitantly uttered. The girl removed the cigar from her mouth as she replied, “Hmm, that’s a good question. Well, normally people I encounter call me Creepy Cloak Guy, Creep and Hooded Paedophile among other things. As you can see,” he gestured towards his immature body, “I’ve gone for a different approach this time.”
“So what are you? Some freaky, 8-year-old magician or something?”
The figure chuckled. “I prefer the term ’trait thief’, actually. I can do many different things but my main strength is in taking and collecting ‘traits’ from other people, either exchanging them with others, taking them myself or storing them for later use. Traits can be any body part, appendage, object or possession of someone else, mental or physical. Which brings us to the million dollar question, my dear Gabby, do you want to be a trait thief as well?” The girl reached out her dainty hand.
An hour earlier and Gabby would’ve said no and turned and run out of this room. But now she was filled with great rage and resentment for one man in particular, rage that could be fully exploited with a power such as this. “Let’s do it,” she stated solemnly as she took the hand and shook it. Instantaneously a chorus of voices sounded through Gabby’s mind, blessing her with all the knowledge about her power and being a trait theif.
“Woah,” she gasped. Gabby then heard a set of angry footsteps marching towards the office, footsteps that could only belong to one man. “Time to put your ability to the test,” she giggled maniacally. Gabby decided she would:
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