Conspiracy
Note: Phillip and Belle are in no way related to Brady in this FanFic. Brady's last name will remain 'Black' and so will Belle's, but I just want you to know that they are not siblings.
Prologue
The dark, hooded figure had the five teenagers lain on the cots he had prepared for them inside his private jet. They were his property now, and would be always. He would stage their death, as he had all others before them. He would tear them away from their families and leave them to grieve the loss of their children. He would deprive them of a normal, happy life and instead make them live one of treachery and dishonesty. Such things were done only at the hands of one man: Stephano DiMera.
Stephano had had his eye on this particular clan for one of many reasons, the main one being that the group contained a person he had been seeking for seventeen years. He walked silently among the unconscious forms and examined them; stopping when he came to that which he had been looking for. He gently turned the body's head with his hands and looked into her face. Then he nodded in approval as he let the brunette's head fall back into its original position. She would fit in quite nicely with his plans, not only because she was smart enough to have located him, but because she was the tall, mysterious figure that he needed to carry out his wake of destruction upon the world. The only flaw was that she had been stupid enough to fall right into his trap, dragging four of her friends along with her. Now he had five young, healthy adolescents at his fingertips, living for nothing more than to do his bidding.
Stephano turned around, lifting his dark cloak off of his shoulders and tossing it aside carelessly as he made his way to the pilot's cockpit. He pushed back the heavy steel door and stepped inside, taking a seat behind the co-pilot. His stewardess offered him something to drink, but he waved her off. Now was no time for drink, just thought. Stephano did a lot of thinking when it came to his followers. Though these five kids that were in the back room of his plane were not his followers quite yet. When they would make a pit stop on their way to Los Angeles, all of that would change. He glanced down at his watch and smiled. It wouldn't be long now. Soon he would have succeeded in what he had been planning for a long time. The teens accidentally stumbling upon an old birth record was planned. That record leading them to a small, dark woman living in the richer parts of Salem with her husband and child was planned. The woman giving them an aged journal that contained Stephano's secret whereabouts was planned. Now he was in the final stretch of his plan. Since the group was headed by the tall, mysterious brunette whom he had captured and what appeared to have been a man that she was very close to, he had not even had to send out any more clues for them to find her. The brunette was too clever, perhaps even cleverer than many of his most trusted and reliable servants.
They stopped in a secluded landing base on the high altitudes of the mountain chains stretching down from the Canadian Rockies. Beneath the base was a hidden laboratory where many technological mind-control devices were tested. This was the final part of Stephano's plan. All of the teenagers, still completely unconscious, were carried down into the deep catacombs beneath the rocky base. Stephano walked slowly behind his servants and made sure that each door they passed through was securely locked behind them. The room they stopped in was large, possessing an eerie echo. Five of his doctors stood ready beside five operating beds, each having been called and told ahead of time that Stephano had new additions to his ever-growing entourage of evil.
That day five teenagers died. Chloe Lane, Phillip Kiriakis, Belle Black, Shawn Brady and Mimi Lockheart, each replaced by someone completely different. Five alter egos were set to continue their lives for them, all of them having but one name, but one mind, but one goal: to wreak havoc on the world as we know it.
When the operations were complete, the teenagers were lost forever to the world that they had grown in, and were now set to continue on in another. Raven, Hawk, Kyra, Matrix and Mya emerged from the white room less than and hour after they had gone in and stood obediently at the first set of bolted doors that kept them from reaching the outside world.
Stephano came walking out of an elevator. When he saw them waiting patiently by the doors he grinned maliciously. Walking slowly towards them, he motioned for them to stand in a line as he inspected them carefully, walking in circles around them. The girls were dressed in high black boots, tight black pants and black tank tops. The two men were wearing black shoes, black pants and black muscle shirts. All of them held a heavy silver belt yet to be filled with their required arsenals. The five teenagers' eyes were still glazed over from their mind-alteration, and they didn't seem to be as applied to their surroundings as someone who was thinking clearly. But that would pass soon, it was a temporary side effect experienced by all of Stephano's forced followers. He had long since given up the simple technical merit of a brain chip and gone instead with a newer, more permanent device that, in one session, was able to completely erase all of a victim's memory and replaced instead with ones that he preferred to give them.
He stood back and nodded his head in approval. He motioned for two of his guards to step forward from their posts. Stephano turned to face them, his eyebrows raised to enunciate even more the importance of his words.
"These are the new additions to your force. You will work and train with them for exactly one year. Run them through the same combat and machinery training that your men go through. I want them in excellent shape when I return."
Then he turned back towards the teenagers standing stock-still before him.
"Pay special attention to this one." He said, nodding his head towards the former Chloe Lane. "I want her in the best shape of all of them."
The two guards bowed their heads in acceptance of their new mission and started to lead them back up to the base where they would be directed to their new living quarters. As they reached the doors, Stephano placed his hand on Raven's shoulder and held her back. She turned around to face the villainous man.
"Raven, you must train hard. I want you to be the best out of all of the mercenaries on this base. Make me proud, daughter."
Raven let the words sink in, the effects of the alterations still upon her, but finally she nodded her head.
"Yes, father." She said. Then she bowed, turned around and ran to catch up with the others, her boots making a loud clunking sound as she disappeared up out of the underground fortress.
Their identities as Stephano's eternal servants were sealed for good when his hired men 'witnessed the drowning of five teenagers living in the town of Salem', their families left to grieve, never to see their children again. Their bodies were never found, and no trace of them was left anywhere but in their homes in a depleted collection of photographs and personal belongings.
Stephano DiMera had won again.
~*~*~*~*~
Name Chart:
Raven~Chloe
Hawk~Phillip
Kyra~Belle
Matrix~Shawn
Mya~Mimi
This is for those of you who got confused when I listed the teens' alter egos. Also, I will be referring to the teens as their new names. (
Note: Phillip and Belle are in no way related to Brady in this FanFic. Brady's last name will remain 'Black' and so will Belle's, but I just want you to know that they are not siblings.
Prologue
The dark, hooded figure had the five teenagers lain on the cots he had prepared for them inside his private jet. They were his property now, and would be always. He would stage their death, as he had all others before them. He would tear them away from their families and leave them to grieve the loss of their children. He would deprive them of a normal, happy life and instead make them live one of treachery and dishonesty. Such things were done only at the hands of one man: Stephano DiMera.
Stephano had had his eye on this particular clan for one of many reasons, the main one being that the group contained a person he had been seeking for seventeen years. He walked silently among the unconscious forms and examined them; stopping when he came to that which he had been looking for. He gently turned the body's head with his hands and looked into her face. Then he nodded in approval as he let the brunette's head fall back into its original position. She would fit in quite nicely with his plans, not only because she was smart enough to have located him, but because she was the tall, mysterious figure that he needed to carry out his wake of destruction upon the world. The only flaw was that she had been stupid enough to fall right into his trap, dragging four of her friends along with her. Now he had five young, healthy adolescents at his fingertips, living for nothing more than to do his bidding.
Stephano turned around, lifting his dark cloak off of his shoulders and tossing it aside carelessly as he made his way to the pilot's cockpit. He pushed back the heavy steel door and stepped inside, taking a seat behind the co-pilot. His stewardess offered him something to drink, but he waved her off. Now was no time for drink, just thought. Stephano did a lot of thinking when it came to his followers. Though these five kids that were in the back room of his plane were not his followers quite yet. When they would make a pit stop on their way to Los Angeles, all of that would change. He glanced down at his watch and smiled. It wouldn't be long now. Soon he would have succeeded in what he had been planning for a long time. The teens accidentally stumbling upon an old birth record was planned. That record leading them to a small, dark woman living in the richer parts of Salem with her husband and child was planned. The woman giving them an aged journal that contained Stephano's secret whereabouts was planned. Now he was in the final stretch of his plan. Since the group was headed by the tall, mysterious brunette whom he had captured and what appeared to have been a man that she was very close to, he had not even had to send out any more clues for them to find her. The brunette was too clever, perhaps even cleverer than many of his most trusted and reliable servants.
They stopped in a secluded landing base on the high altitudes of the mountain chains stretching down from the Canadian Rockies. Beneath the base was a hidden laboratory where many technological mind-control devices were tested. This was the final part of Stephano's plan. All of the teenagers, still completely unconscious, were carried down into the deep catacombs beneath the rocky base. Stephano walked slowly behind his servants and made sure that each door they passed through was securely locked behind them. The room they stopped in was large, possessing an eerie echo. Five of his doctors stood ready beside five operating beds, each having been called and told ahead of time that Stephano had new additions to his ever-growing entourage of evil.
That day five teenagers died. Chloe Lane, Phillip Kiriakis, Belle Black, Shawn Brady and Mimi Lockheart, each replaced by someone completely different. Five alter egos were set to continue their lives for them, all of them having but one name, but one mind, but one goal: to wreak havoc on the world as we know it.
When the operations were complete, the teenagers were lost forever to the world that they had grown in, and were now set to continue on in another. Raven, Hawk, Kyra, Matrix and Mya emerged from the white room less than and hour after they had gone in and stood obediently at the first set of bolted doors that kept them from reaching the outside world.
Stephano came walking out of an elevator. When he saw them waiting patiently by the doors he grinned maliciously. Walking slowly towards them, he motioned for them to stand in a line as he inspected them carefully, walking in circles around them. The girls were dressed in high black boots, tight black pants and black tank tops. The two men were wearing black shoes, black pants and black muscle shirts. All of them held a heavy silver belt yet to be filled with their required arsenals. The five teenagers' eyes were still glazed over from their mind-alteration, and they didn't seem to be as applied to their surroundings as someone who was thinking clearly. But that would pass soon, it was a temporary side effect experienced by all of Stephano's forced followers. He had long since given up the simple technical merit of a brain chip and gone instead with a newer, more permanent device that, in one session, was able to completely erase all of a victim's memory and replaced instead with ones that he preferred to give them.
He stood back and nodded his head in approval. He motioned for two of his guards to step forward from their posts. Stephano turned to face them, his eyebrows raised to enunciate even more the importance of his words.
"These are the new additions to your force. You will work and train with them for exactly one year. Run them through the same combat and machinery training that your men go through. I want them in excellent shape when I return."
Then he turned back towards the teenagers standing stock-still before him.
"Pay special attention to this one." He said, nodding his head towards the former Chloe Lane. "I want her in the best shape of all of them."
The two guards bowed their heads in acceptance of their new mission and started to lead them back up to the base where they would be directed to their new living quarters. As they reached the doors, Stephano placed his hand on Raven's shoulder and held her back. She turned around to face the villainous man.
"Raven, you must train hard. I want you to be the best out of all of the mercenaries on this base. Make me proud, daughter."
Raven let the words sink in, the effects of the alterations still upon her, but finally she nodded her head.
"Yes, father." She said. Then she bowed, turned around and ran to catch up with the others, her boots making a loud clunking sound as she disappeared up out of the underground fortress.
Their identities as Stephano's eternal servants were sealed for good when his hired men 'witnessed the drowning of five teenagers living in the town of Salem', their families left to grieve, never to see their children again. Their bodies were never found, and no trace of them was left anywhere but in their homes in a depleted collection of photographs and personal belongings.
Stephano DiMera had won again.
~*~*~*~*~
Name Chart:
Raven~Chloe
Hawk~Phillip
Kyra~Belle
Matrix~Shawn
Mya~Mimi
This is for those of you who got confused when I listed the teens' alter egos. Also, I will be referring to the teens as their new names. (