Screams echoed around Millie, enveloping her in warmth and she felt a surge of joy. Her human emotions were pushed away as her 'natural instinct' she had come to call it, took over. There was a part of Millie, that was just waiting to be realised. A part that could stop her from being more machine, and make her more human. She had all the capabilities to be a human-esque machine, a soul, a heart, the capability to love, be loved, and to hate even. She felt things like the next person, but she could also shut them off. She saw no reason in her intelligent mind to feel and be like a human, and found it much easier to just follow her natural instinct - to kill. Not for any reason, just because she found it fun. Another scream sounded and the girl with enchanting blue eyes and white-gold locks of hair looked back down at her prey on the ground, who was curled into a ball.

She felt a cruel smirk on her face as she leant towards the little girl with violent red hair and ugly green eyes. Nothing pretty too look at, not much intelligence in her mind, and a rather snobbish attitude. Who would miss this girl? Plenty of teenagers went missing when they wandered in forests, and even if they did find her Millie didn't care, the girls death couldn't be traced back to Millie. That much, she was sure of. "I'd tell you to think next time before you call someone a fat bitch, but there won't be a next time for you," Millie smirked again. The teenager stared up at the 11 year old in shock. "What the hell is wrong with you! You're just a kid! Let me go, i'm sorry, okay?" She pleaded. Millie stabbed the knife into the girls arm again, hearing another scream from her. How pathetic, Millie though. She felt the girls arms and legs kick at her, and she felt pain. It was annoying to Millie, that her creator had given her a human body, one that could feel things. But she had in-humane strength, too, so she decided that it didn't matter too much.

"I may be 11, but my mental age and my physical abilities far out-weigh that, you'll find out." She knelt down beside the red-head, whose body trembled as she sobbed in agony. Millie yanked her knife out, twisting it as she did so to cause an even bigger wound, and then stabbed the knife into red-heads stomach. A slow, agonisingly painful death awaited her. Millie twisted the knife around several times, before leaving it there to cause even more agony. Red-head groped at the knife, but Millie retrieved her dagger and easily sliced into the girls hand, causing her to scream out in pain again. "What are you?" She growled, piecing together that Millie wasn't exactly human. "A demon?" She wheezed, tears pouring down her cheeks. Millie stood up and pressed her foot to the top of the knife, pushing it down until even the handle was inside the girl. The screams she heard sent shivers down Millie's spine, and she had to fight hard against her human emotions.

"A machine." She answered, turning and walking away.