Title: Destroyer of Worlds
Author: Bil!
Rating: PG to be safe
Category: Episode addition
Spoilers: Prisoners
Content warnings: None?
Summary: Sometimes people are not who they appear to be.
Disclaimer: Not mine, 'kay?
Author's notes: I dunno where this came from. I was just lying in bed, waiting
for it to be time to get up. Saw Prisoners last night.
"All debts have been repaid," I told them in my message. But they aren't, not
really. They gave me everything I could never have, but I only gave back what
was already theirs. And I gave them the guilt of having released the Destroyer
of Worlds.
I am sorry.
Because of this I have taken upon myself a new debt, one which I shall repay
in a slightly different way.
I lied to them, and they know it. But whoever told them the 'real' story lied
as well. Just not on purpose.
My face is Linea, Destroyer of Worlds, but I am not. I was given this face as
a decoy. Surgically altered to become someone I am not, to protect her. And
placed on her team because of it. Not because of me. She truly was a brilliant
scientist, though, but her mind was twisted with hate. The others knew it.
And the fear they felt when they saw her, they felt when they saw me.
She created the plague, and smiled when she heard how many had died. I fled
from her team and tried to help them, but she had anticipated me. My attempts
simply made things worse.
And so the Taldor took me, told me of the people I had killed, watched me weep
as I found how many people my 'help' had destroyed. And sent me away.
The others in the prison knew me. They feared me. None of them, no matter how
vicious, had done anything close to as devastating as I. They kept away from
me. I didn't care. I lost myself in my research and they feared me even more.
Not much of a life, but more than I deserved. I had killed so many people. I
wore her face. I deserved nothing.
And then they came through. Different. They didn't look like criminals, strong
and healthy and unafraid. Only the desperate or the mad become criminals.
Curious, I took them under my wing. First the woman, then the other three by
extension. They come as a set, those four.
I told them a version of my story. They believed me. They trust far too easily.
But I took their help, escaped with them. Betrayed them.
I couldn't stay. Sooner or later they would be told the tale of the Destroyer
of Worlds, would be told that I wear her face. I can't atone for my crimes in
a prison. So I betrayed them.
But they made it so easy, they were so innocently and naively trusting of me.
How have they survived so long?
I hope I have taught them something. As dreadful as it sounds, I hope I have
destroyed some of their innocence. For if it is destroyed by someone who won't
harm them, then when someone comes who will harm them they will be ready.
But I am sorry.
I owe them a great debt, one that I cannot repay directly. But in their name
I will help all those I can, and maybe, one day, I shall find a little peace
in my heart.
I am Linea, Destroyer of Worlds. I am Linea, the Betrayer.
Once, I was Kara, who loved to imagine.
I am Linea. How can I help?
Fin
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