Reincarnation

Prologue

You were right, Doctor. It does run in the family. She did indeed choose the same path as you. But I can't help but think something is different this time. See you, Doctor, killed many to experiment on. Your patients were kept in cold, colourless, prisons. Their only friend was their fear. And of course, this was all in the good will of achieving your dream, to create the pure, untouched beauty that had only ever been seen in your fantasies. And though I stood by and watched as more and more innocent victims were slaughtered in unsuccessful attempts to make your perfect dolls, I knew it was wrong. Aya, on the other hand, dearest Aya, isn't like you. She doesn't keep her patients in cells, she doesn't keep them barely alive in order to salvage their remaining limbs. She is not selfish like you, Doctor; she doesn't do it for her own sick twisted story. She does it for them. She believes those who are too sick, too weak for this world, can serve another purpose. There is no pain, no suffering for them. And even though Aya turns eighteen tomorrow, she hasn't forgotten the pain and suffering you caused her. Somehow, she still has love for you, Doctor. And you should be grateful for that.

"Maria? Jean Rooney will arrive soon. You know, the feeble one?"

"Yes, Mistress, I know who you mean. I shall get the necessary equipment ready for you."