[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

Her swing missed the eye monster's main body, instead hitting one of its finger limbs.

There was some slight satisfaction welling up from that hit, but it did not sate her building desire nor did it do much to diminish the growing noise from her Stigma. Rather, it made her cravings for destruction harder to contain, her only real method to silence the memories creeping in through the collar's limiting mesh. Suppressing it with the collar, or trying to drown it with the drugs could only postpone the inevitable.

[i]Small arms wrapped around her, as a girlish voice whispered into her ears. "Don't worry, I will always-"[/i]

Jerking, she instinctively turned and spun, attempting to dislodge the nonexistent child on her back. A high pitched whirr rushed past her, slamming onto the ground and kicking up dust. The attack just barely grazed her, thankfully only snagging on her right sleeve and tearing that apart instead of her entire arm. Her arms moving before she could even register what happened, Hazel threw a right jab, the impact of the blow colliding solidly with the doll's midsection, before throwing a left uppercut towards the head, exploding the ceramic head away spectacularly with the blow. It was just an approximation of a boxing move, a pale imitation from someone who had only ever seen and heard about it, but combined with her ability it was effective enough on the doll.

Euphoria flooded her mind at that instant, that instant where she shattered the doll's body, an exhilarating feeling that left her mind feeling white and blank. It reverberated through her body, leaving her legs feeling weak and her body aching.

She wanted, she [i]needed[/i], to experience that thrill again, to fill her mind with white, to wash everything white, to drown everything in that pleasure. Hazel could very well do that easily. After all, all she needed to do was turn around, and cut down Lawrence where he stood. It didn't matter what powers he had when she could-

[i][color=fff79a]"Then, I recognize you as my handler, access Alpha, ID 2EFD89. Please do not hesitate to give me any orders. Keep in mind, I will prioritize the handler's safety first, my survival second, and any other orders third."
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Hazel held up a hand to her collar, trying to calm her breathing. She had no need of such things, for she had already destroyed much of one large doll. Her first priority as of now was Lawrence's safety, and nothing else beyond that. He had given no orders, directives or objectives for her to follow, and thus she was simply there to defend him. If that was the role he wanted from her, then so be it.