Notes: I know its been a while since an update, but I've had coursework and multiple essay tests to work for. Some of this is from a separate fic I wrote about Genesis, its obvious which, but I thought it worked and I didn't want to take the lyrics out.

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Protectress of Dalidon: Thank you very much. Nyx goes from scaring me to feeling sorry for her.

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EcuaGirl: Hey, Syaoku! She is indeed! Well, seeing as all the character profiles are gone and it been months we've been RPing 'Isis-style', I didn't remember. Since you recently started RPing her, she's always going to be 'Katrina' in my head. o.O;

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"Get rid of the bullet," Exodus ignored her statement, "Now," he ordered her.

"Its not real," Libra shook her head, "There's nothing there. You know that."

"I'd rather die than go back to their past," Genesis muttered, closing her eyes.

"Either you do it, or I will," her twin threatened.

She'd never been dependant on him for anything. The mere idea that he would save her was almost sickening. Mind aching with the stress her Avatar was telling her her body was going through, Genesis struggled to inhale, eyes shutting tighter, suppressing a scream, as she exhaled, a green light pulsed through her form, once, the wound gone, bullet lying on the road amongst the 'blood' she had spilled, "…You couldn't have done that…" she stated.

"Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong," his voice was rough, "You never did look that closely."

"It's a bit late for accusations, brother."

"Genesis?" Libra held out a hand.

The older girl recoiled, "Balance?"

"…Let me get to know you…please…" she kept her voice soft, "…If I haven't met Nyx…let me know who Genesis is…please."

Genesis narrowed her eyes, pain still coursing through her body. So much for renewal, "You wouldn't want to know me, child," her gaze met her mother's for an instant, looking away almost guiltily.

"Why not?"

"Stay with us, Gen," Exodus coaxed, "Stay with me. We'll be okay. We've got each other, remember?"

She glanced up at him, a flicker of fearful hope in her dark eyes for a second, "…We can't go back…" she uttered. She looked back at Libra, "You want to know me? Then know what my life was like. I don't want your love or your freedom."

"Tell me and I'll leave," Libra nodded, "Just tell me."

She had been over the crying stage remarkably quickly for somebody her age. Though perhaps not quite as quickly as she 'should' have been, waiting for her mind to let go of her past. It didn't take long for her to leave it all behind. Or so she, and they, thought. It wasn't long before the reality, or lack thereof, of their situation set in and the fragile persona that was beginning to form was corrupted. Not beyond repair; it was possible she could have saved herself…had she wanted to. The repeated lies, the circumstances that had led her to this, her brother's futile belief, all led her to one conclusion. It was time to turn her back on her life. She was ready to follow a new path…but she wasn't about to leave her twin behind. Soon enough, the darkness that corrupted her mind penetrated his as well, shattering any hopes of them breaking free.

"…You could have fought me…" Genesis muttered, not looking at her brother, "…You could have held on…"

"I didn't want to," he answered, "We're twins. You're my other half. I didn't want you to leave me behind."

"You could have ignored me…you should have ignored me…"

"Its done now," Exodus interrupted her, "We are what we are. We both chose this."

Libra frowned, "…Why do you hate Mama so much?"
Genesis' expression was cold, "…I thought we could depend on her. She would keep us safe. But she was in the Matrix and couldn't protect us. He wouldn't and couldn't help us or her. Without her, he was nothing and without them we were nothing."

She had been told she was the image of her mother once, save for her eyes. She had her hair, or rather, her image had, she knew her 'self' was only a projection, cut short then, to her cheekbones. That day she resolved to grow her raven hair long, to burn any parallels that anyone could draw between them; she wanted nothing to do with that creature known as her mother. The one who had left them alone in the darkness. The woman who abandoned them. The fighter who was no longer fighting for them. She knew her twin still could not accept that they had just been left; he still believed it to be some tragic accident. Nonetheless, it didn't stop his transformation. So they kept close to each other, their bond strengthening through the rejection they felt and the sudden revenge they desired.

"And you kept insisting they loved us…"

"I thought they did. When had they showed us anything but?" Exodus dared her to defy him.

"They didn't save us!" she shouted.

"They couldn't!" Libra protested.

"…He taunted me. Said I was like her-"

"I always saw your father in you," Trinity was sitting beside her, looking down into her eyes, "You were always his daughter in manner…but I saw myself…"

"And you left us here!"

"Gen!" Exodus tried to stop her.

"You're on their side! They don't care about us! They just want to stop us!" Genesis cried.

The first time that weapon was placed in her hand she flinched. Ironically, now, it was her weapon of choice. The M-16. He'd ordered her, encouraged her, almost begged her, to take aim and pull the trigger, the intended victim bound, not gagged, in the corner, pleading with her not to shoot. She shook as she tightened her finger on the trigger and closed her eyes as she pulled it. The first scream ripped through her, yet the shot didn't kill. The second one was more of a wail, numbed her; still the figure moved. The third shot she couldn't miss, right between the eyes; she felt nothing. Nor did the victim any longer. She handed the weapon back, walking silently away, seeing the terror in her twin's eyes as she strode past him. He would learn. Sooner or later, the pain has to end.

"I was terrified of you," Exodus admitted, "When you were ahead. You didn't seem to care."

"…I didn't…I don't!" she corrected herself, "They were just people, just batteries! We were real! They didn't know the truth!"

"They were alive!"

"I know!" Genesis shouted again, "But people were hurting me and I had to hurt somebody!"

She had been allowed out on her own, once. Just that once. It had never occurred again. Walking the streets of the false world, glaring at each human she passed. Was she even human anymore? She never saw it coming. Locked in a tight grip by an individual in a white coat, brought to her knees before an old woman, declaring herself to be a Prophetess, the prophetess, The Oracle. She marvelled at her audacity. She was fifteen by now, old enough to look after herself. And her brother. To be told to turn back from the brink, to fight, to not let the darkness win, repeatedly told she was in the wrong. She was special. She was his daughter. They loved her, they were searching for her. Mentioning them had been this Oracle's fatal mistake. She was no daughter of theirs. They had another child now, presumably a better child, better than herself and her brother. More important. Then the grip on her vanished and she materialised in a dark room, the same dark room she had first entered this false world in. When they had started sleeping awake. Berated for being caught, every word beaten out of her. She swore then to hit back, at any cost.

"I was careless…"

"She saw you…" Trinity whispered, confused.

"She gave me a lecture on how much you loved us and tried to stop me…"

"She never told us."

"Why would she? We were lost to you," Exodus snapped.

Libra blinked, "…Why be jealous of a child you didn't even know?"

"Because you would get to have everything we wouldn't! Be everything we wouldn't!" Genesis struggled to sit up, pushing her mother away, batting away Libra's once more outstretched arms, "Stop tearing me apart!"

Graceful, feline, silent, finesse. Words that had been used to describe her. Silent deaths, absent murderess, buried soul. Coated in black, she flew, on foot, on the rooftops, her shadow always by her side. Though he could never match her. Despite the ruthlessness he showed, he had never learned to truly let go. She pitied him for it. They were darkness personified, death incarnate. Unbeatable. Unstoppable. Unstable.

Unstable.

Genesis staggered to her feet, shoving Exodus away as he tried to support her, "Don't touch me…"

"Nyx!" Libra called out after her.

Her brother was beside her, regardless of her efforts to push him away, "Gen!"

"Leave me alone!" she lashed out, missing, her balance off centre, she had to concentrate to stay on her feet, "Go with them! Leave me here!" the thunder raged overhead as she screamed her defiance, "Go!"

"Nyx!" Exodus lunged for her.

"Don't call-" his fist collided with her, stunning her to her very core. He'd never hit her. Never dared, never wanted to… Vision swimming, she tried to focus at the face looking worriedly down at her. How had she ended up on the floor? She took a gasp of air, "…Lys?" escaped as a whimper.

Lysander nodded, "Its me, Gen, its me."

Genesis suddenly clung to him, "W-What's going on?" her eyes were wild.

"…Its okay…Its going to be okay…"

"Where are we…?" she asked softly, "…Why does it hurt…" she caught sight of Trinity, standing, Libra in front of her. Recognition, "No!" Genesis snarled, "I wont go back!"

"Nyx!" Libra called across the street, "Nyx, no!"

She tried to escape the arms of her twin, "Let me go!"

"No, Nyx. Its over," Lys informed her, gently, "No more, Nyx. No more."

Tears started to form in her desperation to be free, "No…!" she abruptly ceased fighting, "No…! Its not! Its not!" she tried to hide herself against him, "…I cant…go back!" Genesis sobbed, resistance leaving her body, she allowed Lys to gather her into his arms and hold her tightly, the twins collapsed together on the floor.

Lys rested his head against hers, "…Don't leave me, Nyx."

"…I'm not Nyx…" she whispered.

"…Learn to be. Come back to me."

Libra contemplated joining her siblings, before her attention was drawn from them to a familiar dark figure only just visible in the distance. …No…it was impossible. She'd seen him…he was…

"Daddy!" she broke away from her mother and ran full pelt toward him, throwing herself at him, into his arms, "Dad…I thought…" she was crying, "…I thought…you…"

"Libby," Neo held her tightly, "Its okay…Its okay…"

"Neo!" Trinity was only seconds behind her youngest child, arms around them both, burying her head against Neo's neck, "Neo…"

"Trin…"

The absence of rain and of Genesis' cries was suddenly apparent, as the divided family gazed calmly across at each other. Of two worlds, neither knowing the next step, they waited. For one of them to make the first move.