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[ooc: SO! The alien DNA that's been sitting dormant in Lenore's system has woken up, and she is now an official human-alien hybrid. What this means for you: nothing, really. XD Just don't piss her off, because she can and will hurt you, and DO NOT MAKE HER BLEED. Her blood is caustic, and it is green, and if you are human, it will kill you. k? k. :D]

It started with a familiar pain in her head, a dizzying sensation that sent her sprawling on her bedroom floor one night in late January, and the pain in her neck made her writhe and cry silently in the darkness, and no one heard her and no one came.

No one ever comes.

And then she felt it. The pull, the force that tugged at her gut and made her sick -- the pull that lured her out of the safety of the farmhouse, across the fields, into the meadows and beyond, into the darkness of the night, and she swore she could hear the stars telling her to keep going, keep going, it'll be okay --

"You're not really here," she heard herself say to the sky, "she said -- they said -- you can't be here --"

... and no one heard her screaming, and no one came because no one ever does, and they never will becase it's too late.

That was four months ago.

Four months ago, and now she's found her way back, but she's not the same.

The figure standing outside the Cooper farm is, indeed, Lenore Ackart, but now... now she's different.

She's not afraid, anymore. She's accepted her fate, the fate that she heard so much of when she was a child, and she's embraced it (because she had no choice) and she's the same person she was before but now, she's not afraid.

She's not afraid because nothing can hurt her.

No one can kill her. They don't know how.

No one can stop her.

She has no mission, no purpose, but she's waiting -- standing there outside near the lake, dirty and speckled with blood that isn't hers (she had to eat something) -- and should the day come, she'll be ready to fight back, and they'll pay with their lives.

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"Don't you look the sight." The Rabbit drawls as he gazes up at her.

She glances around for the source of the voice, and when she finally looks down, she blinks slowly.

"Yeah."

"I like it." He gnaws on his rear paw. "Blood is my favorite accent color."

"Is it."

Talking bunny.

She has no words.

"Well yeah." He shifts his feet around, then yawns. "Goes good on my fur."

"... are you a carnivore?"

"Generally speaking." He taps at his teeth with a claw."These aren't just good for carrots, y'know."

"Cool."

She taps her teeth right back at him.

"You too huh?" He gives her a good looking over. "So, what's yer name dollface?

"Sort of. I'm Lenore."

Pause.

"Please don't call me dollface."

"Lenore, huh?" He bobs his head. "Not bad. What are you?"

"Me."

Vague, yes.

She doesn't feel like disclosing the fact that she's now part alien. Can you blame her?

"What are you?"

"You only smell part human." The rabbit itches his ear. "And I'm pretty much a rabbit."

Lenore tenses at his remark, but does her best to disregard it.

"Rabbits don't usually talk."

"Yup." He scratches at his ear. "But I'm from the year 43-something. We've evolved."

"Oh."

43-something.

"AD?"

"Yup." He grins his little lepeine grin. "Isn't it nifty?"

"Guess so."

"So, again, what are you?" Cause he is not easily distracted.

She sighs.

"A hybrid."

"Of...?" Leading questions, they are leading.

They are.

"A human and an alien."

"What kind of alien? There's more then one you know."

She sighs and runs a hand over her face. "Yeah, I know. Can we just drop it?"

"Why? Embaressed?" He checks over his shoulder. "Is it cause ya fear racism?"

... this bunny is friggin' weird.

"No, and... sort of, I guess. The hybrids like me, back in my world, they were all very dangerous and --"

She trails off, frowns.

"I don't like talking about it because I didn't ask to become what I am, now."

"Dangerous is good, doncha know. It means you can protect yourself." He gnaws on his foot some more.

"I know."

Beat.

"Do you have fleas or something?"

"It's a programmed routine. Anytime I look up information in my data banks, I gnaw my foot." He shrugs. "Nuthin' I can do about it."

"Oh. So you're... a robot?"

"Nah, robots are dumb automatons. I'm an Ai, it means I have pretty much free will."

"Oh. Why were you created?"

"Oh, a buncha reasons. To kill telemarketers, watch baywatch, harass big breasted blondes, usher in holidays, kill Santa Claus, drink a bunch, spread chaos, the usual." Odd as it sounds? All of these are really there.