Lucy scoffs.

A light from above shines. It was a flimsy white pendant lamp, caked with dust, with an dyed orange bulb. The lamp sway and cracked like a pendulum with an old chain as the light revealed Lucy was sitting at an old and withered dinner room table. As the lamp slowly stops its swaying motion, it started to set in the dead center of the table, where the light showcase Lucy, restrained by straps in what appeared to be a nonfunctional electric chair from unknown origin. The chair had straps made of leather that held down Lucy's biceps, forearms, wrist, torso, lap, ankles and ,what looked like a novice installment, her neck. The electrical instrumentals that would normally used to fry the brain and the vital organs of those who were forced into these were either disconnected, like some wires, or completely removed, like the head mount. Lucy balls her lips and curves her fingers into the edge of the arm of the chair to see the face that sat across from her.

Wearing a smile but with hollow eyes, sat Luan.

Luan sat there in her chair, arms on the table and hands cupped together. The girl's hair was wild and not in a ponytail. She wore a black sweater with a pair of white gloves-the kind of gloves a stage performer in a classy play would most likely wear. Her face looked clean, but the light bags under her eyes made it obvious she was without sleep for a fair period of time. Luan just smiled at Lucy-unmoving. Lucy went still and tried not to move as much in the chair, toying with the idea if she stayed very still, she might just go away.

"Lucy dear?" asked Luan happily.

Lucy sighs heavily, annoyed her idea didn't work.

"What?" Lucy nearly growled.

"You didn't answer my question" Luan said politely with a tilt.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. Lucy just stared at her sister, not wanting to even think about giving in to sister's questioning. At that moment, Luan's eyes opened wide and the pupils of her eyes dilated in an a quick, unsettlingly noticeable way. The evil appearance of Luan caused even Lucy to jump back in her chair, only to bump her head into the hard wood back of the chair, being too small in frame to fill the chair completely. The child of darkness attempted to recoil her arms close to her and tried to make her feet help her bounce upward out of the chair, to no success. Luan watches the pointless struggle of her younger sister with an almost sick sign of amusement, giggling to herself. Lucy looks to Luan as she snickered to herself, only to catch the girl give out an ecstasy filled expression. The sight of such an sexually applying facial expression along with the sick delight of her failed flight from her sister's evil looking eyes filled Lucy with a boiling rage.

She groans loudly and barks back.

"Are you getting off to this?!" Lucy yelled, being one of the rare times she's actually dialed up the volume in her voice.

Luan simply smiled.

"Dear, sister. This intervention is not about me. But about you and your rather foolish decisions" Luan replied softly.

Lucy took offense to her calm attitude.

"Don't you sit there and talk to me like I'm some kind of idiot child, Luan! What have they done to you this time?!" Lucy demanded.

Luan just closes her eyes and shakes her head, giving a dry chuckle as she does it.

"You poor, poor, poor lost soul. They simply reminded me of the truth" Luan said with a chilling honesty.

"The truth..?" Lucy asked with a hint of dread in her tone.

"In the faith. In the order. In the way of the wayward son" Luan said as she puts her hands together. "Que le fils descendant vous bénisse."

Lucy groans.

"Spare me the French nonsense, Luan-I can't believe you take it seriously…" said Lucy annoyed. She quickly snaps into attention as something crosses her mind, causing her to give a smug smile. "Or is that Lisa's special "treatment" helping you learn?"

Luan looks at Lucy with a face that shows off that she was indeed offended by her sister's words.

"Dear sister, do not speak ill of the selected few and what they have done to better our family. Your family-" started Luan.

"You're NOT my family…" growled Lucy animalistically through her teeth. "You are NOT the sister's I know and love...you are puppets.."

Luan shook her head.

"Lucy, you shouldn't say things like-" she started.

"Stop it-don't act like you're her…" Lucy said, still angry.

"Thou shalt not disrespect thy sister-" started Luan.

"Enough with the commandments, Luan...they aren't real and you know it-" Lucy started.

Luan hoped at her chair and slammed her hand on the table.

"Yes they are, dear sister! You should not be allowed to j-just sit there and bastardize the teachings of-" started Luan.

"And YOU shouldn't be sitting there enjoying my suffering!" shouted Lucy.

"I only found it amusing because you are a heretic!" replied Luan.

"So, because I decided to stop letting you guys control me, it's okay to mock my pain?!" asked Lucy as she starts to flex her muscles against the tight straps of the chair.

"Why won't you understand the reason you are down here because of your wicked ways?! Your sick desire to destroy this paradise given to us by the teachings of the wayward son?! Why do you deny him?!" shouted Luan.

"He's your BROTHER, you warped bitch!" yelled Lucy at the top of her lungs.

Luan gets quiet. She stares at Lucy for a long time. Both of them red in the face, sweat at the temple and misty eyed. The two held their stares for a long period of time before Lucy lowered her head and wept. Luan paused. Instead of feeling joy this time around, she felt guilt. Lucy's long black bangs draped downward like lush black curtain, hiding her face. Luan sighs.

"I know you have your doubts, but can't you see this is his will? Look at me-Lisa's treatments and his will has cured me-" started Luan.

"No, Luan. Being locked in the ivory box only kept you-" started Lucy.

Luan slams her hand on the table.

"N-No! I-It was the grace of the son and his word! A-And Lisa's mercy that saved me!" Luan said in a shaky fashion, trying her hardest to keep a pleasant face.

Lucy looks at Luan and shakes her head.

"It was your punishment, Luan…" Lucy started.

Luan balls her hands into a fist.

"You know they treatments are temporary-they only work a few days. We're just lab monkeys…" Lucy said.

Luan slams her hands together and closes her eyes.

"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…" Luan started.

"You know it's bullshit-it's doesn't work…" Lucy resumes.

" I-I will fear no evil nor heresy, for you, the son, are with me.." Luan tries to resume.

"D-Don't you remember what happened to me? Luan, please...if the real you is there, please tell me you remember…" Lucy begged as tears rolled off her cheeks.

"...L-Lucy...please...don't do this…" said Luan as tears began to form.

"I could have died, Luan! Stop acting like a freaking zombie and remember me! The real me! Because I want to see the real you! The you I love! My sister!" yelled Lucy with a pained throat.

Luan freezes up. She starts to tear up.

"I...I guess…I shouldn't crucify you.." said Luan with a chuckle. "Not...my best joke."

Lucy stares at Luan.

"L-Luan..?" asked Lucy with hope in her voice.

"Look...Lucy, I'm so sorry. I don't know-" Luan started.

A loud bang is heard and following the bang was Luan's body flying backward before slamming into the concrete floor, ragdolling the entire way down. Lucy screamed loudly as her sister laid on the ground limp and seemingly lifeless. The girl screeched and started to cry in pain. The idea of Luan possibly being dead filled her with such hurt, she could no longer keep her composure. As the girl screams her rage into the orange lit room, tiny footsteps are heard coming from behind her.

"Batch L-Vamp 1: failure. Still too weak. Not enough conditioning."

The voice was arrogant. Mature. A fading lisp sounding off on certain words.

Walking into the orange lit room was Lisa. The girl resumed on to the other end of the table, after stepping over the knocked out body of Luan. Lucy grew amazingly angry at Lisa's nonchalant attitude to their slumped over sibling.

"You little…" Lucy started.

Now, now, now...relax…" Lisa said. "It was only a bean bag gun. She'll be fine."

Lucy growls. Before a hand rested on her shoulder. Lucy goes stiff. Lisa pulls out a large needle with an almost illuminated green liquid in it. She flicks her finger as the base of the needle and sighs.

"Now, let's have a talk about...note passing…"


Behind Lucy was a dimly lit hallway that started with a sketchy set of stairs that led further underground. The inner workings was chiseled out of the bits of sheet metal, drywall, damp mud brick, and thick pieces of timber that doubled as walling and as support beams. The walls were decorated with lame rocks and wires used to help the misshapen bunker that rested fifteen feet under the house keep form and not cave in by the shabby construction. The only source of light where the many twin work lights that lines the fairly large hallways and the fluorescent lights that were hooked long the wall, giving small burst of light every couple of feet. In one of these compressed and poorly crafted rooms is a bathroom. In that bathroom, a young woman in crisis is having a heart to heart with someone she hates more than anything: herself.

Lori, teary and bitter stares at the smug expression of herself in the grimy, fungus coated mirror. The woman in the mirror wasn't the woman barely able to prop herself up on the clunky sink that was clearly a relic of the 80s. Lori stared at her reflection.

"Well, well, well...long time no see.." said Mirror Lori with a smug grin. "My, my. You looked like you seen better days."

Lori scoffed.

"I-I been doing great! Amazing, even!" she said.

"Mmmmmmhmm…" replied Mirror Lori sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. "Sure you are.."

"I am! I-I found religion!" Lori said.

"Oh, great!" said Lori with a false sweetness. "Best way to lie about not being a terrible person is to join a group built off of lies! So, how's the Lie Club? Have you started a lie collection yet?"

"Stop joking!" Lori nearly shouted. "I-I'm doing better! I'm happy!"

"One: No. You're not doing better. You and I both know once the treatments wear off, we're sick as a dog. The depression, the insomnia, the vomiting, feeling on edge all the time-you know it's that...stuff they keep pumping into us. Two: You are NOT happy" Mirror Lori broke down.

"I-I found faith!" said Lori.

"In a young teen you wanted to rape, like, a little over a year ago? Are you dense?" Mirror Lori said.

"I won't let you shake my faith! Everything has never been better!" Lori protested.

Mirror Lori groans.

"A-Are you serious? Did that Ludovico Technique shit fry your brain? I get the whole MK Ultra stuff, but-" Mirror Lori started.

"T-That was a test! W-We were following his word and we made a mistake!" Lori said as she started to hold her herself.

Mirror Lori chuckles.

"There you go, holding your belly. Means not too long from now, you'll need another treatment or your body goes to shit...pathetic…" Mirror Lori said.

Lori begins to sweat and dry heave. She quickly places her hands over her mouth as the smelly fungus starts to become more and more noticeable. The light bubbling of Lori's stomach was loud enough to make Mirror Lori feel the need to taunt her.

"It's funny. This weird test tube science juice...you say doesn't make you sick. But...what about what you had to do to Leni?" Mirror Lori said.

Lori grew pale.

"D-Don't do that...I...I was told it had to be done…" Lori said.

Mirror Lori shook her head.

"No, no...you were so angry and so jealous...you JUMPED at the opportunity. She was going to make Luna do it before the…'video incident'. You thought it was a sign from God of all people to do it...and you did it with a smile.." she taunted.

"I did what was right-" started Lori.

"For who, exactly? Please, tell me how unselfish you are so I can call you stupid again-it's fun" Mirror Lori mocked.

Lori felt the heavy acids of her bile popping and sizzling at the rim of her throat as the feeling of nausea and mixed emotions begins to overtake her.

"You did it...because it wasn't yours…" Mirror Lori said.

As soon as this was said, Lori immediately vomits her entire soul and dinner into the sink in a golden orange wave of grease, acids and bits of lamb. The girl couldn't help herself, puking into the sink without much of an arm before getting some on her hand and causing her to loose her grip on the sink and slip away and fall to the ground. As the vomiting episode resumes, walking down the hall way oddly enough Leni, dressing in a motherly gown with slippers. She passes through the dank hallway but stops outside the bathroom to hear the noise of Lori coughing and gagging. Leni showed no emotion. She kept walking to the stairs that led back to the room where Lisa and Lucy were talking.


On the table, there was an empty needle. Leni looks to Lucy to see that she was slumped over. Leni pulls Lucy's head up to see there was a part in her bangs, showing her eyes. Lucy was knocked out; fast asleep. Leni sighs to herself and stared at Lucy's face, thinking to herself she can't remember a time where she seen Lucy's eyes, let alone her closed eyelids. She studied her sister's mouth to see Lucy's lips were fine. Plump and kissable, able to give off her attitude. But she looks at the faint holes and shudders, feeling an emotion she feels she's unworthy to feel. She unstraps Lucy from the chair and picks her up. She walks upstairs out the basement and walks the sleeping girl upstairs to her room. She gently remove all of her sisters day clothes and slip on her night clothes, keeping her steady in attempts to keep from waking her. Leni places Lucy under her covers and kisses her forehead. Before walking to the door, she looks to Lucy and sniffs.

"I'm...sorry…" Leni said. "I-If I did anything bad to you...while I was under...I'm sorry, baby sis…"

Leni walks out into the hallway and sighs. She shuts Lucy's bedroom door and looks down toward the hallway. At Lincoln's door.

She slowly walks up to Lincoln's door, keeping steady. Living here so long, she knew every loose nail and every squeaky floorboard. She gets up to Lincoln's door and rested her hand on the knob and stops. She slowly turns the knob, realizing its unlocked. Confused, Leni opens the door slowly and once she gets a view inside she turns white.

In the middle of the room, sitting in the chair usually by the desk, was Lily. Not just that, but she was wide awake, legs crossed and with a gun pointed right at Leni. Leni looks around to see Lincoln was snoring on the bed, fast asleep. However, Lily looked like she refreshed, staring the sharpest and heaviest of daggers at the young female stranger at the door.

"L-Lily..?" Leni said.

"Lincy is sleeping…I don't want you you wake him…" Lily said in a hushed but serious voice.

Leni slowly nodded her head.

"I-I understand.." Leni said. "I-I was just checking on-"

"He's fine" Lily butted in. "He hasn't been sleeping, so I want to help him sleep…"

"L-Lily, why do you have a...uh.." Leni started but couldn't finished.

"Maybe you should get some rest, 'mom'..." Lily said coldly.

Leni slowly started to shut the door.

"No one likes a tattletale…'mom'..." Lily said as Leni was shutting the door.

"I...I won't say anything. G-Goodnight…" Leni said as she shut the door.

Leni backed away from the door until she got to the steps. She sighs and walks down the stairs into the living room and to her mother's old room, which has been her room as of late. Leni walks into the room and locks the door behind her. She looks at her bed to see a few bits of clothing. An extra pair of gloves, a tacky pair of watermelon socks, and a scrub outfit for nurses. She picks them all up and throws them into the closet and sits on the foot of the bed, staring at the wall.

"How long...can I pretend before they notice I'm aware..?" Leni thought to herself.

"How long...can I be aware..so I can save him..?"