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Chapter 1 The End
She was standing in the sitting room of her childhood home.
It was as if she couldn't move, couldn't talk, could do nothing except think.
Problem was, her body was still moving around, fighting….. fighting her friends and family, which she didn't feel particularly happy about. She felt even less happy about remembering the people she'd already killed. People she'd known her entire life.
Why had her body done that?
No, why had she done that?
No, why had her body done that?
She found it very hard to think of the one who hurt and was hurting her family as herself. Somewhere, in the far reaches at the back of her mind, there was a reason to be found for all of this.
Of course, when she thought she might have found it, she got distracted by the fact that her biological father, Druitt, was trying to skewer her with swords. Swords? Really? What was he doing here anyway? He had no business here; her mother had made that sufficiently clear. He turned his attention to the others, fighting side-by-side with her, who she'd only now noticed. While dodging Druitt, the others looked her in the eyes and she heard, no SAW, their plan. She would go to the mainframe to disable all the security and they would lure Druitt after them.
She turned and headed for the basement, while the others distracted Druitt and ran away from her. She looked back once, to make sure he wasn't following her. When she saw he wasn't she quickly reached the mainframe and put the EM-emitter on it. She pressed the button that would send the pulse and made for the main hall. She saw herself smirk in a reflection, apparently her body thought it was all too easy.
Of course, this was when Tesla stepped in. Without even a hint of a sarcastic comment, which was odd, but she cheered him on all the same. He ripped an electric wire from the wall and started to use the electricity to attack her. Strangely, it didn't seem to hurt her, even though she knew she could very well die.
Hang on, she should have died by now, there was no way a human body could survive this!
Yet, she kept walking towards him, raising her hand, which seemed to look more like a claw, to strike him down. He said: '' Okay, now I'm a little impressed.'', stepped back and closed the fire door. She was glad he survived, but also a little peeved he hadn't been able to do more to stop her.
Of course, her body knew this place just as well as she did and simply used another route to get to the main hall. When she got there, the others hadn't arrived yet. She was sure they'd be here soon. She turned when she heard someone walk behind her, expecting one of the others. What she didn't expect, was exactly what happened: her mother was walking towards her, with a strange-looking gun in her hand and a grim determination on her face.
Just seeing her mother again made her body sing with joy. For a moment she could feel how much everything hurt and how tired she was. Unfortunately, before she realised she was back in control over her own body, the feeling disappeared and so did the control. Her body then committed the worst betrayal against her so far.
It started to attack her mother.
The shock this caused her was enough to make her mind numb for a while.
When she next looked, her mother was on the ground, with a slash across her arm. She realised her own nails were dripping with blood. She was so disgusted with herself, she almost didn't hear what her mother was saying. "You used to come into my room at night, saying: ''Mommy, I'm afraid.'' Well Ashley, I'm afraid.'' While she said this, she dropped the gun to the side and looked at her daughter was a sad smile. That smile disappeared when her daughter made to attack her again.
Everything went grey, then white and eventually blue. When she looked up, she felt everything hurt. Her face hurt the most. She felt at her face and only then realised she was back in control. This time, it seemed to be permanent. She went back to checking her face, finding no wounds, but a rather large amount of gunpowder. 'Did someone shoot a rocket into my face?' she thought angrily. She managed to get up, looking around her.
One of the others had made it to the main hall after all. This one, too, seemed hell-bent on killing her mother. Without thinking she moved to protect her mother. She grabbed the other by the arm, stopping her attempt to give her mother a second belly button.
She remembered she was now able to teleport, thanks to….. she couldn't remember who to thank, or curse, for what she had become. But she also knew that her mother must know as well. Which meant they had put up an EM-shield, preventing anyone who did not like to be scattered into atoms from teleporting. She didn't mind that, though. It was the only way she could think of that would wipe away the shame and remorse she felt and protect her mother at the same time. She whispered ''Mom'' and teleported into nothingness.
well, here's the first half of the rewrite of the first chapter of Nos mus amitto vivo en.
I really hadn't meant to put it up yet before, so that was kinda stupid XD.
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