Title: The Broken Goddess.

Origin: The Broken Soldier

POV: Alma Wade-Ooc from The Broken Soldier.

Type: AU. Again, I cannot emphasis this part enough.

A.N.:

Hello to anyone who reads this!

This is the last part of the Trilogy of The Broken Soldier and The Inferior Soldier saga.

Basically, it is Alma's recollection of the events that led up to Amara's birth.

Before you read further, please remember that my Alma character is not the one seen in the game series though they do share many similarities. My Alma has a slightly different background because she is a demi-goddess rather than just some little girl that just so happened to have massive psychic abilities.

I tried very hard to mimic her mannerisms from the game as I adapted them to fit my Alma character. So, apologies in advance if you get offended by how different she is. I love Alma and her tragic story but this is my fan fiction so please be respectful.

Anyway,

I hope everyone likes it. I do not plan on this one being very long, but I hope that it clears up the story behind the saga a little better.

Read and review if you want.

Disclaimer: F.E.A.R. 2 Project Origin and all related characters and elements are trademarks of Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. I claim no ownership of anything nor do I plan to profit from posting this. I hope this is enough to avoid legal action against me.

A gentle breeze flowed through the quiet, peaceful landscape of my happy place. As I sat against my tree with my beautiful baby Amara safely in my slender childish arms against my chest, I let the sweet melody of my music box flow in my mind. As I followed the enchanting sound like a leaf rising and falling over the ripples on a pond, I swayed my head in synchronicity with the music.

I started to sing softly for my baby like I imagined how my Mother had once sung to calm me. As I did, I felt a brief stab of sadness. I could not remember my Mother: her voice, her mannerisms, or even what she looked like. Father never allowed me to see any photos of her or even ever told me her name. I like to imagine that she was very pretty, smart, nice, and an amazing Mother though. Someday, maybe I will get to see her again. Or, at least an imprint of her energy. I hope that she would think that I am a good mother too.

Oh, Father, I HATED you more than you could have ever possibly imagined. However, I understand why you fell apart like you did. I might have pitied you as I watched you drive yourself to madness like so many "men of science" did before you trying to understand beings like myself. Indeed, you were a genius as you so proclaimed at maximum volume and displayed with such unnecessary swagger. However, even you were no closer to understanding Mother than those who believed that they understood witches.

I mentally laughed momentarily as I thought about the labels that my kind had been given by humans. Gods/Goddesses, Angels/Demons, Olympians, wizards/witches, and most recently, psionics and psychics. Personally, I preferred goddess or Olympian because witch sounded archaic, psionic was almost impossible to say out loud and maintain a straight face, and psychic made me sound like a narcissistic crackpot.

Psychic warfare? Oh, Armacham, if only you had known the truth, you would still be ruling the world. My Father's ideas were doomed from the start. If even Death cannot tame a being like me, what hope could you have possibly had? I was but a mere adolescent and even your "Vault" could not prevent me from reaching out to my babies and my other children.

Father, it did not have to be the way that it had been. I know that you were afraid of me, but that was not the real reason why you treated your own daughter like some petri dish. No, you tried to hide it so deep in your mind that you thought that I could not find it. I did though. You truly did love my Mother, like Michael truly loves me. I know that if Michael were suddenly forced to continue without me, he would self-destruct just as I would if I were forced to carry on without him.

You never hated me Daddy. I am the splitting image of Mother am I not? That is the reason why you went out of your way to ensure that I hated you. You could not bear to look me in the eyes because I reminded you of her. You were a good man once, Father. You truly wanted to help people when you first started out. Then, you turned into a monster of your own creation. Even as you tortured me to the brink of madness, that is not the reason why I hated you.

It was not for treating the sons that I did not even know I had until they exited my womb with equal distain either. No, as much as I wanted to help them, I knew that they were both doomed to become something inhuman. Paxton, your favorite, was so twisted by being exposed to, as you called it, my negative "psychic" influence, that he was what humans would call a psychopath. He never had a conscience or was ever capable of caring about anyone other than himself. He was a ticking time bomb just waiting for someone to give him a little push. A push that I ensured was my own and not Armacham's.

Even the one that everyone calls Point Man is only human in vaguest sense. I do love him. After all, I am his Mommy. I cannot see into his mind, which is perhaps what saved him from becoming his brother while he was inside my tummy. However, I do know that he is a good person beneath that mute, robotic façade that he keeps up. That woman, the one that everyone calls Jin Sun-Kwon, sees the kind person that I see too. I do not like letting her get close to him, but Michael is right, I need to let him make his own decisions in life.

Point Man, please forgive Mommy. She did not mean for you to get caught up in that mess nine months ago. She did not! I swear! Mommy loves you! Please, do not hate your Mommy! PLEASE?! PLEEEAAASSEEE?! Amara stirred slightly in my arms. I rocked her gently to calm her.

Idiot! Look what you did! You upset Amara! Control yourself you stupid idiot! You are an adult now, not a child! Grow up and think about the welfare of those you care about rather than just lashing out! "It is okay Mommy. I was not upset. I just like to listen to stories and you went off on a different tangent for a moment." Amara's angelic voice filled my mind for a moment.

Briefly, I was stunned. Then I slowly smiled. My baby was growing stronger by the minute. She was only a few days old and she could already speak fluently to people in their minds. At the rate that she was progressing, she was definitely going to end up being stronger than even me. The thought was scary at first. A being that was stronger than me would be extremely dangerous if she was not raised correctly. "Like Sister Akira?"

I frowned slightly for a second as I remembered baby Akira. She was such a sweet girl but then my, or more specifically the me from that other universe, dark side poisoned her as it had poisoned me. In a sense, Akira was me if I had not had Michael to hold onto: lost, hurt, and filled with an inhuman level of anger. I wondered briefly if my dark side had consumed Akira's true personality when she had stolen the other me's power. That would explain why Akira had been using my scavengers when Michael and I had visited their universe.

"Please, Mother, can you get back to the story? Why did you hate Grandfather?"

I relented and continued with my inner reflections.

The true reason that I hated Daddy was because he had made me watch him slowly fall apart. Mother died shortly after I was born, possibly even because I was born. I do wish that I could remember her holding me. Anyway, her death was sudden and unexpected. Father was so lost without her that he slowly began to self-destruct even as he seemed to continue to make advancements in the laboratory. He withdrew from people, though he had a brief fling with one of the women at Armacham, from which, my half-sister Alice was born.

Unlike Mother and me, Alice did not exhibit any of the darker signs of being a "psychic" like the mental instability or nightmares. It was that observation that led that man called Marshall Disler to suggest to Armacham and Father that I was a "psionic". As Armacham experimented upon me, Father accelerated his downward spiral.

Alice, being the moron that she was, was oblivious to his degrading mental state. I suppose being the "favorite" daughter made her a little brat or something. Though, in her defense, she was too stupid to realize that she had a sibling and grew up believing that she was an only child. That is why I hated you, dear sister, you did NOTHING to help Daddy. A half-witted Neanderthal could have seen that he needed help!

While he and I were slowly dying from the madness in our minds, you got to live a normal life without the voices in your head telling you kill people. I am glad that Paxton killed you! I even let you go after I cornered you in the elevator while Point Man went to restore the power that I had cut. I felt so sorry for you that I let you go. Yet, instead of escaping with my brave baby, who was risking his own life to save your incompetent one, you decided to go after Father.

You naïve fool! The only reason that he told you where to find him was because he wanted you both to be together so that I could kill you. I suppose that was his way of showing me that he was sorry. Or perhaps he had completely lost touch with reality and was living in his own fantasy world.

Either way, I ended my Father's life when he let me out of that prison that Armacham had locked me up in since I was a child. I did not do it out of anger of what he had done to me either. I did it to put him out of his misery. If I had wanted to make him suffer, I would have done something other than liquefying his flesh. I would have made his suffering so much longer if I had wanted to exact revenge for the YEARS that he had tortured me.

Alice, because of your stupidity, Point Man and his friends followed you to Auburn and nearly got themselves killed over something that was not their problem to begin with. I thought that I had lost both of my sons because of you! You even endangered Michael! It was all going so smoothly until you messed everything up.

"What do you mean, Mother?"

I looked down at my baby and saw that her eyes were open. The grey orbs that gazed back at me filled with childish wonder and trust instantly reminded me of the man that was her father. I smiled ever so slightly as I said aloud with a singsong tone, "Michael..."

"Do not deserve him!"

Without even looking at the emaciated, nude woman that had rudely appeared to my right, I said with a flat tone, "Go away. I do not need you anymore."

The manifestation of my rage and agony born of nearly forty years of torment walked towards me a few steps as she pressed with her icy voice that, figuratively speaking of course as I was no longer bound by my prison of flesh and bone, sent a chill down my spine and made my skin crawl, "You are nothing without me!"

I frowned slightly before I replied, "You don't have any power over me anymore. I am done listening to you. You lied to me. You said that if I did what you said, I would get Michael back. You hurt him! You took advantage of my feelings for him! I am done listening to you!"

Contrary to what everyone thought, I had not sent Paxton on a rampage merely for my own benefit. Following my refusal to die, I had resigned myself to my purgatorial existence and had even made peace with the monster that I had become. Then, one day, around two weeks before I reached out to my second son, I felt the most terrifying and maddening sensation that I have ever experienced. It even dwarfed the sensation of being forced to given birth twice as I drowned in my own liquid as I screamed for them to give them back to me.

Through the last few strands of our link, from somewhere in South America, I felt Michael explode with emotional agony and hurt that was so intense that it frightened me. Michael was hurt! Michael needed my help! I HAD to find him! My endless battle with my dark side and her homicidal ideas had indeed nearly driven me to madness but it was the thought that I could do nothing to help one of the two individuals that had shown me kindness despite what I was that drove me over the edge.

It was around that same time that Aristide had sent those monsters to destroy me. It was too much for me to handle. I lashed out. I thought that maybe one of those people knew where Michael was. After all, he was one of their experiments. One by one, I possessed them and searched their minds for the answer that I was looking for. However, none of them knew anything about him. In my haste to find out information, I forgot that I needed one of them to let me out of the Vault. Even with the second team that she sent in, I forgot to keep one alive so that I could get out of the Vault.

She resealed the Vault shortly after I wiped out the second team. I panicked as I realized that I might not be able to find Michael. No, No, No, No, No, No! I would NOT let him suffer! He needed me! He had not given up on me even when had he sensed how broken I was inside. So, I would not give up on him! My dark side appeared to me and, in my weakness, I agreed with her plans to get out of the Vault. With no other options, I reached out to Paxton and remerged my mind with his, what Armacham and everyone else called the Second Synchronicity Event.

Once I had been released from the Vault, I had planned to search for Michael. However, Armacham and Alice's interference nearly got him killed. Point Man had followed Alice, after Paxton had captured her, to the Vault. His programming caused him to follow his orders despite having learned that Paxton was his Brother and I was his Mommy. Around that time, unknown to me until it was too late, Michael, having become a sergeant in the U.S. Army's elite anti-terrorist Special Force group called SFOD-D or Delta Force, had been sent to Fairport with a group called Dark Signal.

They were all ignorant of the fact that Armacham had purposely influenced the U.S. Military to create a unit made up of Harbinger candidates in response to my rampage in the Vault. When Paxton went berserk, that senator David Hoyle had "made a few calls" and Dark Signal was sent to "arrest" Aristide. Meanwhile, back in the Vault, Point Man was instructed to destroy the "unknown hazard" by sabotaging the coolant coils of the reactor. I was so busy with Michael that I failed to interfere.

I suddenly sensed the familiar presence of my Michael. Something was wrong though. He felt close, closer than he should have. Confused, I willed myself to manifest before him. I found myself in some kind of military vehicle. His friends, except for one that began to clutch his head, were ignorant of my presence. I smiled brightly as I saw him sleeping before me. He had become quite a man too!

I felt my cheeks flush as I examined his built form and imagined what it would feel like for him to hold me once we were reunited. Concern filled me as I saw that he was having a nightmare. I reached out with my right hand and gently touched his forehead. I tried to take him to my happy place but his mind resisted and, instead, he went to my nightmare world. However, I could not care less as I stood before him and waited for him to wake up with my dolly in my grasp.

As I felt Point Man getting closer to my body, I grew impatient and let out a giggle to wake the Delta soldier before me. I nearly cried out in joy when I saw him silently start to get to his feet. He saw me and I expected him to rush forward and embrace me. Instead, I was shocked to see him recoil back against the car at our side. Confusion filled me. Had I scared him? That must have been it. Right? Yes, that was it. I had scared him.

To calm him, I started to move away from him. I briefly willed my body to become invisible to him so that he could relax. I watched him and waited for him to relax. When he began to move forward, I willed my body to reappear. Confusion hit me again as he paused when he saw me. Why was he acting like this? Had I done something wrong? I needed to know what I was doing wrong. I began to walk towards the sedan that had its lights on.

I looked over my shoulder to see that he had a look of confusion on his hardened face as he looked around at my nightmare world. I became invisible again as I lost my concentration and my mind sough to return to my body. However, I refocused as I was determined to understand why he was acting as if I was a threat instead of his love.

I felt a slight amount of fear coming from him as he began to move forward as if he was following me. He seemed to think that I knew a way out of this world. Hope briefly filled me as I realized that might be the answer. Was it my nightmare world that was causing him to act like this? Perhaps, he needed to see me again. Now that the shock had worn off, seeing me would put him at ease.

I willed myself to become visible to him once again as I passed by the sedan. My confusion morphed into concern as I heard his thoughts. Something was not right with him. He was comparing me to a gothic themed succubus and wanted me to be his new master. Briefly, I mentally smirked as I thought of the naughty things that I could do to him. However, soon I returned to trying to understand what was wrong with him.

Michael had never thought of me in such a manner. He had only ever thought of me as his friend. True, he did think of me as "my goddess" but it was a term of endearment on his part, not a declaration of submission. I did not want his submission even if he offered it to me. I wanted him to love me as his equal, not as his master.

A horrifying realization hit me. He did not remember me. I nearly started to cry as it hit home that the one person that had returned my love with his own did not even remember who I was. The memory of his affection had been the only thing that had kept me on this side of the abyss. Just as I nearly fell off the deep end, I felt it inside his mind. The tugging in his memories as he looked at me. Hope returned in my heart as I realized that I had been wrong.

Michael was still in there somewhere. What was keeping him from remembering me? Armacham's drugs had not affected him so much before. He would be forced to forget but seeing me would always bring it back to him. Plus, he was clever and had written notes to himself to remind him of details should he be sent to the Nurse's Office. Michael was strong willed and extremely mentally stable. So, what was preventing him from remembering me?

Then, I remembered the heart-wrenching feeling that had originated from him and the reason why I was doing all of this in the first place. Had what happened to him traumatized him so severely that he was unable to function properly? By then, I had shown him the way out and he was back in his vehicle, which was actually my illusion of being inside his vehicle. I had one last trick to try. I manifested my music box next to him and willed it to play.

He heard my box and its soft melody. He had always enjoyed listening to it when he was a child. It was also the melody that had reminded him of the first time that I had shown him the carnal uses of the human body. As he reached over to touch it, in his mind, I heard him think, "Al...Alm..." Yes, yes, come on Michael. You almost have it. Come on, you can do it. Please, I want you back! Come on!

However, as he touched it, I suddenly saw one of his friends move over to him. No! No! No! Not yet! PLEEAASSSEE! NOT YET! My pleas fell on deaf ears and the man went to touch him. Desperately, I rushed forward and grabbed onto Michael as I screamed, "WAIT!"