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The Strikers were plentiful by the time Cleopatra had arrived just behind them. Bedecked in all of the military finery of her lover Charlemagne she led the charge to save all of the remaining clones in the premises.
"I can't let you do this all by yourself!" Victoria shouted as Cleopatra stashed more and more load magazines into all of the pockets in Charlamagne's jacket. Cleopatra glanced back at Victoria and smiled that pain riddled smile she usually had. They had a uneasy peace coming up to this event and Victoria knew she would rather save others and die in the process than die like her original-cornered
like a scared animal with no where to go.
"You have a future Victoria." Cleopatra clicked her assault rifle and was armed and dangerous. "It just wasn't my time this round." Cleopatra chucked a sawn off shotgun to her friend. "A bulletproof vest is under your bed. Get all of the others in one of the rooms down in the basement. Stay there until I call you."
"Cleo-you can't."
"Its my duty as Queen to protect all who are in my realm." Cleopatra answered. "Through life and death. See you later my friend."
Cleopatra shut the door. Victoria was stunned for a moment until she grabbed the vest and swallowed her fear. The pair of them, be it thousands of years apart shared the same vow.
"See you later my friend."
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The Strikers were like ants swaming something sweet. Hundreds apon hundreds stalked the shadows. One rogue bullet had grazed her leg so Cleo hobbled; the pain more brutal than the wound itself. But behind her she had been the cause of deaths to more than she could count.
Another empty corridor and she was grateful that no other students were here.
"You must be Cleopatra-nice to see you."
Cleopatra stopped.
"That is a nice jacket."
The footsteps crept closer.
"Don't mind if I take it." He tugged at the material and as a reflex Cleopatra drew her gun and thrust it in the speakers face. It was the slightly older version of the boy she had loved. But with a malicious grin that had no place on his face.
"I do mind." Cleopatra said as she lowered her gun and let off two rounds, shattering the man's knee's with no hesitation. He went backwards and whimpered like a dog. "You have the face of the boy I gave my life too." Another round pinned him down, his shoulders pulverised. Blood began to pool around the man as he stared up at her, his turquoise eyes filled with tears, but these were fake. He was a fake. He wasn't hers. She had no loyality to him.
"I'll meet you in hell." Cleopatra said without a single ounce of humanity and shot him in the head to put him out of his misery. Cleopatra hobbled along, her jacket, the only reminder of her love now bloody, dirtying his image in her mind. Cleopatra swallowed her newest tears and continued on her limping way.
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They pyre had burned to ashes, along with the two Joan d'Arcs. Many of the clones had scattered although Hitler had seemed to be transfixed to the spot, reliving the moment. Joan's screams and the deepening sadism it seemed to etch in his mind.
"You seemed to enjoy that show more than anyone here Hitler."
Freud stepped beside Hitler.
"The fire burned away her sins." Hitler remarked. "Her past. She has been released by the Almighty Dolly."
The stench of burned flesh made Freud gag slightly.
"By the Almighty Dolly's will Joan was released." Hitler chanted. "From this existance..." Hitler seemed to be entranced.
"DIE!"
Shots were fired and this snapped Hitler out of his trance. Cleopatra had made her way out of the labyrinth under the swath of gold and blue. She shot another Striker in the same way she did before.
"Yo." She grinned as she leaned on her assault rifle. "I missed the spectacle didn't I?"
Blood was running down her forehead although those slate grey eyes still shone. The leg wound had almost numbed to the girl and even with all of the blood loss she had survived five stories of this never ending invasion.
"Cleopatra?"
"That's my name-don't wear it out." Cleopatra collapsed against a pillar and took out her cell phone. Her vision was bluring and she seemed so light headed that she couldn't concerntrate. But through his lowering veil of red she tapped in Victoria's number. The beeps were getting further and further apart and Freud knelt beside Cleopatra and she dictated to him the rest.
"It's ringing." Freud pressed it against Cleopatra's ear.
"Victoria-I can't l-last long." Cleopatra wheezed. Freud could hear her breathing rattle with each intake. "Get the others onto-"
"I have. Ikkyu and Nightingale have them at the moment."Cleo gasped and then what she had just heard hit her.
"Where are you Cleo?""Balcony-overlooking the-green."
"Wait there." Victoria hung up and Cleopatra dropped the cell and it clattered on the ground. With a shaky hand she grabbed for Hitler.
"Stay with me until Victoria comes." Cleopatra whimpered as she felt as alone as her original did in the tomb. "Please stay with me."
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Through the five stories that separated Victoria and Cleopatra she was shocked with the sheer number Cleopatra had shot through, many of them could easily tower over the girl. Headshots were most common, because it was the least wasteful ways to kill.
Luckily for Victoria no one had of yet seen the carnage. She reached the balony to see her friend, or seeing the red mess that she was.
"Goddamit Cleo." Victoria half roared, half grimaced. "What the hell did you do?"
"The opposite of what my original did." Cleopatra hissed. "Now I can at least die in peace."
Victoria brushed her friends congealed hair out of the way and slapped her.
"Bitch please,don't talk that shit to me. We both know that you want to live, otherwise you wouldn't have done this."
Cleopatra chuckled.
"Bitch please huh?" She wheezed
"Yes bitch please!" Victoria hollered. "You will survive and you will be the Queen with me. Did you hear me slut!" The foul words were tumbling out of Victoria's mouth and she saw that Cleopatra seemed to be responding to it, getting a little stronger. "We made a promise Cleopatra, Queen Eternal of the land of Kemet. We will not die like our originals did." Victoria lifted Cleopatra up off the cold granite and left the too slient boys. "We will get you to Nightingale and maybe she can help us. You just have to hold on."
"I want to die." Cleopatra murmured.
"I don't want you to die you dick." Victoria hissed at her friend as they rounded the corner to see ambulances whisking others away. A paramedic saw them and at this Victoria smiled.
"Help Cleo." Victoria said but the other girl didn't look.
"Kill me Vic. Just kill me."
"Don't talk like that Cleopatra." Victoria knew that this wasn't what she wanted. The Paramedic helped Cleopatra onto a trolley. As he and the other Paramedic bandaged the head wound and her leg Victoria held her hand, trying to assure the woman.
"You don't need to prove that you need to die this way Cleo." Victoria kissed her friends hand as the paramedics placed a I.V into her wrist. When he did this though something didn't seem right to Victoria. She looked up to the paramedic to see those same cold eyes of all the clones that Cleopatra had killed. His partner was a red head.
"It depends really." The redhead said as he flicked the newly filled syringe. Behind him the darkhaired one shut the door. "Your friend here is a rare specimen. You on the other hand Victoria." He grabbed Victoria by the throat and forced the syringe deep into her neck and instantly Victoria felt it burn every single cell it penetrated. He pressed the substance deeper and her tongue began to swell and block her breathing. The lack of oxygen and absolute dread seared her brain. After a moment or so the red head let Victoria go and she slumped in the seat. She was still aware-but barely. Her vision was gone, but the last sense she had left was working. "You are expendable."
The door opened and closed again.
I'm expendable...expendable...expend... -
Notes:
I apologise if this isn't cannon accurate.
I love Afterschool Charisma and I hope it gets lots of more fans.