Disclaimer: I don't own XenoSaga 1, 2 or 3 any of its people places or things. I might own the Jr clones, their not in the game, or are they? I also own the Café of Eternal Darkness. Enjoy.
Attack of the Killer Jrs Part 2
The twenty-six Jr clones marched through 2nd Miltia like a militia. People looked at them strangely, wondering what they were going to do and why there were so many of them. They marched to the middle of town square. The head Jr, Jr A stood in the middle of the clones. He was elevated by a stone pillar, one on which he needed a boost to stand on. He shouted to the Miltian people, all of whom had gathered around the Jrs, wondering what was going on.
"Attention Inferior beings!" he proclaimed. "Master Gainun has ordered a new world order! All of you must be destroyed, along with the entire city. We are the ones who will eradicate the world of all of you useless humans!" he cocked his pistols along with the other clones.
"Ready Jrs B through Z!"
"Ready!" they all shouted back. Jr A grinned wickedly.
"Fire!"
The Jr clones fired all of their pistols into the crowd. People shouted, scuttering out of the way trying not to get hit. Fifty people had been shot, either killed or mortally wounded. The Jrs cackled in unison.
"And that's just the beginning! Let's go Jrs!"
"Tally ho!"
The Jrs scattered into different sides of town. Their footsteps scuffled through alley ways and store fronts, gunshots following shortly afterward. People hid in their homes, to no avail. The Jrs found them where ever they hid.
"We're doomed!" one person exclaimed.
"No, we still have hope. The others that are usually with that guy haven't turned on us, maybe they'll come and save us!"
"I sure as hell hope so, otherwise we're doomed!"
The Café of Darkness
"My heart is filled with darkness and pain. My heart breaks, leaking the pain of my heart onto the world. The conformists are consumed with my darkness, I laugh with a wicked light. Now the conformists aren't so full of their sunshine out looks on the world. Their drowning in the cesspool of my anguish."
Chaos finished his poem. The other Goths in the Café snapped their fingers, instead of applause. The poem was widely accepted by the masses. Chaos sat down next to Shion/Kos-mos.
"That poem was very…interesting Chaos. When did you come up with it?"
"You don't come up with a Goth poem Mary. You reach for it into the depths of your soul. Reaching for the anguish that engulfs your heart."
"…Alright then. This place is very interesting." She looked around at the black clad, multiplely pierced spectators. She cringed slightly.
"This place is very odd, may we leave now that you've recited your poem Chaos?"
"I want to hear other poems Mary. And I didn't recite my poem, I shared my pain with the non-conformists."
"…O…K…"
"Pain Wallower."
"What?" a puzzled looked crossed the young woman's face.
"My Goth name is Pain Wallower, not Chaos."
"But Chaos sounds Goth enough in my opinion."
"Well its not."
"Whatever you say."
"Pain Wallower."
Chaos looked up. Another Goth dressed in black stood before him. Hewore chains and spike on his clothes, a ring of black makeup encircled his left eye, and a skull ring hung from his nostril. Shion/Kos-mos cringed.
"Chain Thrasher." Chaos acknowledged.
"That poem was awesome man."
"Thank you Chain Thrasher."
"Don't thank me for the depths of your inner turmoil, that's all you man. Wanna come with me and Raven and smoke pot in the alley?"
"Always. Then we can be sure of the darkness in our souls."
"Totally."
Chaos turned to Shion.
"Are you coming Mary?"
"No Chaos. I find this all very stupid indeed. I have calculated a 99 percent chance that I will break up with you because of this."
"W-wha?" Chaos looked shocked. Shion/Kos-mos stood.
"Good bye Chaos, I mean Pain Wallower. I don't care for Goths, I've realized that now. Farwell dear friend." She walked out of the door.
Chaos stood, infuriated. He shouted at Shion as she walked through the door.
"I gave you a body, I gave you flesh and blood! Now you reject me, that's it Mary, I made you and I can destroy you! It's war!" he cackled wickedly. The Goths stared at him strangely for a few moments, then went back to what they were doing. Chain Thrasher put a hand on his shoulder.
"There there Pain Wallower. This just shows you, only date goth girls. Conformists don't understand the depths of our souls."
"Your right," Chaos stared at his friend. "C'mon, let's go smoke some pot."
Momo and Jr
"These roses are wonderful, aren't they Jr?"
"Yeah Momo, do you want them?"
"Really?"
"Sure."
"Yay! Oh Jr, thank you!"
Momo hopped up and down excitedly. She held a bouquet of pink roses, hugging them to her chest. Jr walked up to the clerk, giving them some money. He walked back to Momo smiling.
"You really like those roses, don't you Momo?"
"Oh yes, I love anything that's pink. Thanks so much Jr!"
"No-"
Gunshots rang through the windows as they broke, shattering glass all over the floor. The store clerk was shot, falling to the floor in a pool of blood.
Momo shrieked as Jr dove on her. She barely escaped the bullet which whizzed past her head and into the wall. Jr sat up, rage building in his eyes. He cocked his pistols.
"Who the hell was that!?" he shouted. Momo whimpered, Jr looked at her worriedly.
"Did the bullet graze you Momo?"
"No…" the girls eyes dulled with sorrow. She looked at the bouquet of roses, wilted on the ground, a bullet hole through the stem.
"They're dead. They're dead, and I never got to take them home and take care of them. Poor Molly…"
"Molly?" Jr asked. Momo nodded.
"Molly the pink rose. We've gotta have a funeral for her Jr, we've just got to…" tears welled up in the little girls eyes. Her tears fell onto the wilted rose. Jr stood, even more furious.
"Whoever did this is gonna pay! No one, and I mean NO ONE kills your roses Momo, they're toast!"
With that Jr ran out into the streets of 2nd Miltia. Momo stayed on the floor of the floral shop, cuddling her roses. She eventually lay them on the ground before her.
"And it is with a heavy heart…that we say good bye to Molly McPinkrose."