Bloodlines

Summary: The one, and only sequel to the one true "Legacy" Fan fiction. You need to read it first. And no, I'm not taking the suggestion to add Batman, Riddler, or whoever seriously. I have my own plans for the story, and they're set in stone.

Disclaimer: I don't own American Dragon: Jake Long, or the antagonist, but I own this form of the antagonist.

Divide

Broken

The span of a month has passed since that battle. Jake has recovered fully, though still remembers painfully well the events before. He remembers Victor's last words in that fight...

"You will see, Jake... One day, you'll feel the sting of being judged, and treated as nothing more than a dog...and you'll see with your own eyes, as you're left as the last of a legacy, with no generation to pass the torch to..."

Jake had stopped to think on it many times now. Even though he and Rose were able to try to spend time together, and haven't yet been caught by the Huntsclan, Jake had to wonder...was Victor right?

Divide

Halfway across the planet, overlooking an old village, as yet untouched by sciences, stands a castle, reaching to the sky, a testament to the past. Within, however, is another story in entirety, with numerous rooms dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge in magic and science, with tables cluttered, robots partially dismantled, and deep within, hidden beyond a tapestry, in a dark, ominous chamber lit by torchlight, exists a massive computer, connected to several mainframes, with Victor currently standing before it, again wearing his armor and coat, the coat now changed, to be of a more regal cloth, reaching down past his knees, open and held at the waist by a belt. In front of him, the computer shifted endlessly though a sea of data. Data Victor held to be of high interest...

"Fascinating..."

He didn't hear Boris enter into the chamber, nor the clatter of a tray and dishes. He didn't hear the tray set upon an oak table, or the footsteps towards him.

"Victor?"

"What? ...Yes Boris?"

"I brought you something to eat."

Victor became silent, then nodded.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do so."

"I know."

Victor looked back to the computer, silent. He then opened up a separate program. Despite the complexity of the task it was on, the computer doesn't falter.

"Computer. Status on the inactive Life Automatons."

"Status is intact, awaiting programming and an outer form."

"Computer, program 6 of them for care-taking of the castle and it's living inhabitants, with a generic machine form."

"Acknowledged Victor."

Victor then returned to the earlier processing, which has completed, and displaying...a genetic blueprint.

"Is that...?"

"Yes Boris. The dragon's essence. His DNA. There may be a key within it to removing him as a threat to my plans."

"All right. I'll leave you to your work then."

Boris then left the chamber, leaving Victor alone, hands resting on the computer, silent, looking down. From above this, a single teardrop falls.

"Mother..."

Victor then fell to his knees, silent...

Divide

High in one of the castle's towers, on a ledge overlooking the village, stood a silent figure, identical in Victor in appearance, save for wearing a cold, metal mask, with the cloak's hood up, to hide the fact it is nothing more than a machine. A machine...with emotion...

'Why couldn't I kill them? I was programmed to do so should the need arise. Yet I wasn't able to.'

The robot turned and walked into the room, looking to a full length mirror, before removing the mask, showing a skull-like mechanical head, with human like eyes.

"I am nothing more than a machine, programmed to obey Victor. So why is it, I act of my own? Why can I think? Choose my own actions?"

The machine placed it's hand on the mirror, running it slowly down the glass, staring at it's own, horrific face.

"'I think, therefore, I am.' But...what am I?"

Divide

Deep within the depths of the castle, back with Victor, he had gotten back up, looking over the results.

"There's an anomaly in the genetic structure...associated with the potential for magic power I've researched..."

Victor focused his computer's analysis in that section, in thought, eyes red from crying.

"What is your secret? My armor was superior...I had you broken...how...how did you defeat me? What gave you the power to stop me?"

The computer then displayed several results from the scanning process. Victor looked over what was displayed.

"So that's it...hee-hee-hee-hee..."

Victor then laughed, an ominous, terrible laugh, riding the edge of insanity and vengeance being within grasp...