Hostile Visit

A lovely afternoon sun shined outside the girl's bedroom window, the cityscape below her bustling like an average day. A view easily ignored by the girl, who was beating down the front sliding door of the apartment.

"Open up this door, you bastards!" Shouts an irate Lydia. On the door was a note typed in black ink. The rather short and somewhat ominous warning read as so: 'Due to unfortunate circumstances, this exit has been sealed off for repairs. You currently have 12 days left. Have a nice day. Signed, Darth Vader ?'

Lydia growled and grunts beating on the door. She couldn't stand this, not knowing what the hell was going on. First she was sick from spiked food, then she got grounded by her now absent mother, and now she was the victim of a cult of Darth Vader cosplayers holding her hostage in her own home. Oh, and she almost forgot about the jackass who was prancing around as her uncle.

Lydia fumed thinking how she didn't see it. That thing, whatever it was, infiltrated their home by literally walking right through the front door!

The girl feels her hands warm up with a pink glow. She balls her hands into fists and resumes swinging blows at the door. The girl grumbles with each frustrated punch onto the never budging sliding door. This goes on for several minutes until Lydia feels her hands starting to bruise. The girl panted and crouched on the floor covering her head, refusing to look at the still pristine door. She stared at the floor scowling at nothing.

"The exit has been sealed? You have 12 days left? What kind of ludicrous bullshit is this?" Lydia shouts.

For four days since that note appeared, the girl was trapped in her mother's apartment with the Darth Vader brigade popping in and out. Though nothing had happened since being thrown back into her apartment, Lydia could feel something terrible brewing inside her cozy cage. It hung over her like a storm cloud, the pink auras floating around her exasperating her anxiety. Lydia watches her only companions float around the room with an unconvincing air of harmlessness.

'I don't understand. These things, it's…like they're feeding off me.' Lydia shivers watching the pink waves float around the sitting area. The girl touches her neck, feeling for the pendant that used to hang around it. The girl grumbles over her lost trinket. 'I could never find that thing before I left for school. I should've told Mom about that before I left.'

She sighs watching the pink auras follow her around. "I guess you're still better company than seeing those creepy fuckers." The girl tries to ignore the pink waves and moves back to the coffee table. She sees an old book left on the coffee table with the sun touching the front cover with gentle light. The girl looks solemnly at the old text, remembering her mother's terrified reaction to the random gift. Lydia begins to frown thinking of her unfinished business, mixed with guilt contacting him without her knowledge.

'I should tell Mom when she comes…' Lydia stops her sentence and pauses. Her eyes glass over as she lowers her head.

"Stop it…I can't give up like this. Mother is safe, I'm sure of it. And so is uncle! I, I need to be strong for them, I need to figure out how to get out of here." Lydia whispers to herself the pep talk before stepping away from the coffee table. She opens the balcony glass doors to look down at the tranquil city pondering her next move. 'Am I really going to risk it?'

The girl ponders the pros and cons of her situation, feeling a breeze flow past her. What would her mother want her to do? Would she want her to play it safe? Or would she…?

With a deep breath, Lydia walks calmly from the balcony, and leaps off the balcony to the city below. Her eyes were shut tight with her body stretched out in her freefall. She expected the drop to feel swift, her heart already racing preparing to teleport to a safer distance….

She does…smack dab onto the sitting room floor.

Right on her face.

The chaos imposter just sits on the couch expecting her swift return. After a few minutes of silence, Lydia shouts and squeals rolling around the floor. Through her loud bouts of cursing, 'chaos' sat with patience ignoring the obscenities the teary eyed girl shouted. She holds her nose amazed it wasn't broken, and sits up from the ground.

"Are you quite done?" the girl turns around startled by the familiar and now obvious chaos imposter. He was wearing the same outfit from the last time she saw him. A perfect copy of her uncle with exception to his darker than usual eyes. Evil chaos, as she eloquently named him, looked apathetic while sitting as stoic as a Victorian photograph. He watches her step back to step away from him.

"You know, most people would find this set up quite nice. Though you seem to disagree," The young looking man again pays no mind to her apprehension and puts a bag out on the coffee table.

"You haven't eaten in a few days since we last met. I assume you must be hungry," he replied. Lydia responds with silence. The imposter just sighs almost annoyed. He opens the bag to show a bento box of food, then crosses his arms.

"I assure you it's perfectly safe to eat." She squints at him with suspicion.

"How could I be so sure? What if it's just laced with something to poison me?"

The imposter rolls his eyes and replies, "There wouldn't be any reason for me to hurt you. At the moment, you're worth more to me alive than dead. So you have nothing to worry about."

"Is that so? Have you seen those creepy Darth Vader cosplayers?!" Lydia points to the door.

"Darth Vaders?" evil chaos looked confused by her question until he realized what she meant. He chuckles in a low soft tone. "Ah, that is a new one for me. I would understand if you thought they looked like birds with those masks on, but Darth Vader? Hmm, I don't see it."

"Hold on, you-you're with those creeps?"

"Of course! Or to be more accurate, they are with me. My personal servants to tend to my whims. I cannot always be everywhere at once." Evil chaos smiles in reply before letting his face fall to a stern frown looking at her. "No, I can't be with you causing such a fuss. Speaking of which, you need to stop banging on the door for help. The red one told you already you're the only one on this floor. It's getting quite annoying. Not to mention the communication panels have been disconnected…but feel free to watch television. Since you don't care for the book," evil chaos spoke to the girl with a tone that ordered her obedience as Lydia gawked at him with an attitude etching onto her face.

"Oh yes, I'll just sit here and watch TV like everything is fine. While you bastards chase around my mother, like a bunch of fucking psychos!"

Lydia lunges at the imposter with speed, and suddenly slams into an invisible wall. Her body slammed face first into the invisible wall twitching as the chaos imposter eyed her coldly. She slides off the invisible wall like a half dead bird as blood comes out of her nose. The wall between them disappears through the power of several auras colored in blues and purples. She senses the auras around her changing, making her head feel heavy and sick. Lydia looks up to see him eye her with a taciturn gaze before she swallows the vomit coming up from her mouth. The girl moves her body to the couch still keeping her distance from the imposter, then feels the negative energy around her mellow when she decides to take a seat. She swallows the feeling of nausea looking at the bento box move across the coffee table silently. With the imposter watching her, the girl restrains her attitude by taking the bento box into her lap.

The imposter nods appeased with her docility. He studies her with an examining eye as the pink auras appeared and disappeared around the room. The imposter frowns watching the colorful pink waves float around her, forming an oddly shaped shadow.

"Goodness you're quite slow, aren't you? Don't you realize you can't hurt me as you are now?" The chaos imposter sighs, almost appearing disappointed.

"I suppose it isn't completely your own doing. Those two made you this way. Oh they somehow managed to keep you alive, but yet…they made you so…pitiful." He appeared uncertain how to describe her, concerned over how she truly lasted as long as she had. The imposter sighs not masking his concerns over the girl, his mind looking forward to cornering the two of them once he found her. He changes the subject with the girl avoiding his eyes.

"I will leave you to eat for now. Someone will come by to check on you later. Try not to jump out of any balconies while you're here," With the visit ruined he turns his body away standing up from the couch. He starts to move towards the door when the girl asks,

"Why are you 'dressed' like him?"

He stops moving staring at nothing with a flat expression. The chaos imposter closes his eyes for a moment before replying, "It was a form that made you most comfortable…it was either that or look like your mother. I rather not subject myself to that." The imposter's eye twitches thinking about the red haired woman, thankful the girl couldn't see his face.

"Is this, part of your plan? Hiding yourself like this?" The girl sits on the couch with her voice wavering in anger. "Even the book, it was all just your way of getting to mother, wasn't it? I, I never heard from him at all….you were just using me." The pink will around her intensified from her anger. The imposter appears unmoved by her growing hostility, watching her passively.

"Believe what you wish, child. Things are much more complicated than you realize," the man frowns never looking at her. It was an answer he expected her not to like. The anxious girl becoming just as paranoid as her mother, while the delightful pink auras around her swirled into a malevolent and silent rage. He was prepared for another burst of energy, reminding himself of the previous failed attempts. His eyes shift towards the television turning it on to the local news for that day. Her inner will perplexed by the seemingly magical, and rather infantile act of telekinesis. The imposter maintains his flat expression maintaining a stern voice.

"Lesson one, little girl, your powers will continue to worsen if you don't learn to quell the power of your will. If you continue to let it reign over you, you will be consumed by its wrath." Lydia watches him disappear in front of her while the TV blared in the background. She sits alone watching the empty spot he stood before looking at the pink auras still floating around the room. 'He…he knows about my power?'

-Near Fifth Jerusalem space, Dammerung-

His eyes opened from his meditation into a quiet and empty conference room. The red eyed man stretches his arms and stands up straight to greet the real world. When he was sure he was alone, Wilhelm lazily materialized from a nearby conference room to his executive suite within seconds. His shoes clicking down the hall towards his office. 'Master!' Wilhelm could hear the Red Testament calling out to him. His voice was strangely high pitched, mixed with anxiety and unbridled fear. Wilhelm grunts with annoyance from the whining, already preoccupied with his own problems.

"What is wrong, Winnecot?" Wilhelm steps into his office to see Kevin standing military style beside his desk, his eyes darting fearfully at the entity sitting in Wilhelm's chair. Kevin didn't know why, but he couldn't stop staring at the woman, fearing if he turned around, he would be reduced to ashes. The Matriarch sat in the chair comfortably drinking a cup of tea, while staring at the glowing artifact trying to make heads or tails out of the stream of waves. She dismissed Kevin, who had been frozen in terror for about twenty minutes waiting for Wilhelm to return.

"I never understood your fascination with this contraption," The Matriarch spoke in a monotone voice. Her blood red eyes stare up at Wilhelm with a beguiling smile.

Wilhelm looked at the woman with an unemotional face. One he thought could rival his late brother's. The man looks at Kevin. "Leave us." Kevin steps away from the two, never taking his eyes off the Matriarch. She flirtatiously waves her hand to the Testament who quickly exits the room. The door locking itself behind him after Kevin leaves.

"He seems nice," the woman said. Wilhelm could only imagine what horror Kevin must have felt being alone with her for who knows how long.

"I apologize for not reporting to you sooner," Wilhelm said.

"No harm has been done, my boy. I could see you were busy with business. Most of which I have a lot of money riding on, nicely done." She rubs her hands with a grin, tempted to pat her spawn on the head. Wilhelm knew his creator didn't come to congratulate him on earning her more money. He knew her sudden presence was important, the woman never holding back her disappointment. Wilhelm then recalls that he was supposed to meet with her as part of her command. 'Shit' the albino man cursed in his head.

"I have something I need for you to do, dear." Her voice maintained the sweet tranquil tone when setting her tea down on the desk.

"What do you wish of me?" Wilhelm asked.

"You know what," The Matriarch frowned. She lights a cigar in the office, blowing out a puff of smoke once she inhales in the toxic fumes. Her legs were crossed as she looks at her 'son' knowing he was trying to play dumb. The woman leaves no room for him to explain. "I asked you weeks ago to retrieve the Failsafe for me. Yet here I am, in your abode, waiting for results." Traces of ash fall to the floor when she taps her cigar.

"You are normally so efficient. I would have expected him to be in my possession ages ago. But here you are tending to other trivial things." Wilhelm continues to be silent as she stares at him from across the desk. The Matriarch gets up from the chair and walks right up to him. Wilhelm tries to remain emotionless as she gets up in his face.

"I have been concerned about you, Wilhelm. You haven't been acting like yourself, dear boy." She caresses his cheek. "If there was another reason for your folly, I would be more understanding. But I have no squires to consider, no other business dealings I could think being more important than my orders." The woman stands over him when Wilhelm feels an intense spiritual pressure bringing him down to his knees. His shoulders feeling a heavy weight as he tries to maintain his forced kneeling position, the older woman whispers in his ear.

"...Bring him to me, or else." Wilhelm feels the weight lift from him. He falls over to the floor with a grunt. The Matriarch walks away with her cigar leaving him to recover.