Payton's Storm, Part 3

“Are you seriously trying to get in the shower with me?” Payton said. She was holding a towel over herself to offer herself a little modesty in the up-stairs hallway. Storm was showing no such modesty. Thankfully, for Payton’s sake, her parents were already at work before she got up for school.

“Of course, Master.” Storm said. Her head was tilted, and showed a little smirk.

“Why?” Payton said, as she stepped into the bathroom. She got the shower started, and let the water heat up.

“Because I want to be around you, as much as I can.” Storm said. She stepped into the shower while it was still ice cold, picked up Payton’s shampoo, and waited.

“You’re going to try and bathe me too?” Payton laughed. “You can’t reach my head!”

Storm put one foot on the edge of the tub, and lifted herself up. She stood perfectly balanced, and a head taller than Payton.

“Showoff.” Payton hung the towel on the rack, and stepped into the now steamy shower.

Storm moved quickly. She washed Payton’s short hair thoroughly, before she dropped back into the tub with a thud. She washed down Payton’s body, and knelt in front of her owner to wash her legs. After rinsing her owner off, Storm stayed kneeling, her mouth open and tongue extended.

“What are you do…? Oh. Oh god no, not now.” Payton turned red with embarrassment.

“Are you sure, Master?” Storm said, looking up at Payton.

Payton squirmed in the hot stream “After school?”

“Yes Master.” Storm said. She always seemed to have a smile when talking with Payton. Storm shut the shower off and dried Payton’s body. “How would you like me be, today?”

Payton held her arms out, exposing her wet body to Storm’s towel. “To be? What do you mean?”

“How do you want me to dress, and have my hair done, or my make-up? Do you want me to be male, female, hermaphrodite, or neuter?” Storm expanded on her question.

“Uh, I don’t know. Do full boy I guess.” Payton said, stepping in front of the mirror, grimacing at her hair.

“Yes, Master.” Storm climbed onto the vanity and started to work on Payton’s hair. Payton stopped her when she started to apply makeup to Payton.

“What are you doing?” Payton asked.

Storm held the makeup brush up, and waited for Payton to get the idea. When Payton did not react, she answered. “I’m doing your makeup, Master. I know you try for indeterminate gender; this will help.” Storm waited for permission. “Trust me, Master.” Payton gave Storm a little nod, and the little girl went to work. It only took a few minutes to finish. “There. I don’t even think you will be able to tell if you are a boy or girl.”

“Now, if you just waited till I was dressed, then it would be perfect.” Payton said, admiring Storm’s work.

“Master, its twenty-fifty-one. Makeup has not rubbed off onto clothes in almost a hundred years.” Storm said. She slipped off the vanity and dried herself off quickly. She squeezed past Payton to jog to the bedroom.

“What’s your rush?” Payton yelled. She wrapped a towel around herself, out of habit more than anything else, and followed Storm to the room.

Storm was sitting on the far side of the bed, fiddling with herself, with her back to Payton. “I don’t want you to see.”

“See what?” Payton asked, before she saw the accessory box on the bed. “Oh.” She grabbed a shirt and pants, and got dressed in the hall, while waiting for Storm.

Storm stared blankly through the window in the door. She was in the hall, across from Payton’s math class, watching Payton. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Young man, don’t you have a place to be?” A man’s voice said.

“I am exactly where I have to be.” Storm said in a robotic monotone, never having taken her gaze off of Payton.

“How old are you? You don’t look like you belong in this school.” He asked.

“One-million-seven-hundred-eighty-two-thousand-two-hundred-twenty-three… four…five seconds.” She blurted out.

“What? Come on, were going to the principal’s office.” He said, and tried to pull Storm down the hall.

Storm shifted her weight slightly, making her impossible to move without lifting her. She turned her gaze to the man. He was a tall man and quite old compared to the teachers Storm had seen around the school so far that day. She gripped the man’s wrist and pulled it off of her shoulder.

The man was unimpressed. “Son, you are coming with me.” He tried to grab onto Storm’s arm, but the synthetic moved too quickly. She grabbed his arm, and twisted the old man to the ground. He hit the ground with a sickening thud; his body cracked loudly before he cried out in agony.

“This would not have hurt if you were in better physical condition.” Storm said, her stance returning to neutral, her gaze once again locked on Payton. The man’s howl had drawn the attention of the class, the students were huddled around the window, staring at her. The man was cradling his injured arm.

Payton pushed through the crowd around the door, and ran over to Storm. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Payton knelt down by the old man. “Oh my god, Mr. Simms, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

“He tried to take me away from you.” She said. The humanity in her voice returned, her face showed remorse.

Mr. Simms managed to get back to his feet. “He twisted my elbow pretty hard. I’ll be ok.” Finally given the chance to look Storm in her inhumanly colored eyes. “Does this belong to you?”

“That was not ok, Storm.” Payton said, glaring at Storm from the other side of the principal’s office.

“What did I do wrong?” Storm asked, utterly confused by Payton’s reaction.

“You attacked a sixty-year-old man!” Payton whisper-yelled.

The principal, Mrs. Winter, entered her office. “Someone, please explain to me what just happened in my school?”

Storm looked at one of the display monitors in the office. It began showing a video, showing the incident from Storm’s perspective, including threat assessments. When Mr. Simms tried to pull Storm away from the classroom, Storm’s threat assessment of him went from ‘harmless’ to ‘immediate threat to mission’.

It took a second for Mrs. Winter to realize what was happening. “Payton. You have a synthetic body guard, now?” Payton just nodded, hugely embarrassed by the entire situation. Mrs. Winter just muttered to herself, something about asshole parents. “If I tell you to leave it at home, and bare it from the building…?”

“I don’t think she will care.” Payton said. Storm nodded in agreement.

“Thankfully, Mr. Simms didn’t have to go to the hospital. Payton, I want a letter of apology for Mr. Simms.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Payton said.

“What’s its name?”

“Storm, Ma’am”.

“Storm. If you ever injure one of my teachers again, I will make sure you get decommissioned.”

Storm’s eyes turned from reflective orange to glowing bright red.

“Storm, just say you understand.” Payton commanded.

“I understand.” Storm said.

“Get out of my office, before I change my mind.” Mrs. Winter ordered. Payton quickly got out of her chair, and left the office. Storm followed close behind.