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A/N: yeah ppl your all probably thinking where the hell i'm going with this. to be honest i don't frickin know either. This was just for fun and the farther i got along the more serious it became. *shrug* ah whatever. I'm just a weird person that enjoys writing and reading weird stuff. so lets continue with the very confusing and smooth ramblings of I, Lia Flowers. prepare yourselves once again to be lifted with excitement then dropped on your ass again. Muahahaha! Ok i'm done.
Chapter 5: Bleeding From Past Wounds
Is this my fault again? Did I destroy the last strand of hope that was Dorothy? I sit and hope to find my salvation at the bottom of this bottle. As I take a swig I can feel it drown my plaguing memories that gnaw at my soul. The intoxicant numbed my senses and blurred my intellect in which my memories thrived. This isn't the right way out, I thought, but it was the only way out. I no longer look forward to the future, there is only the present for me. I only live in one moment to the next, accepting and even reveling in my emotional turmoil inside me which caused enduring pain. It could all end if I wanted. Just to take my life and let it all come to a halt, but that was too easy. I must sustain it all because it is the punishment that I deserve. When I finally die then just maybe after death I can find my redemption.
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Dario leaned against the marble mantel and stared into the fireplace. He was convinced that the fire reflected in his eyes were suited there, it must have resonated with the rage that coursed through him. His eyes were dry and stung annoyingly, but he still didn't blink. Behind him on the soft sofa sat the dark haired angel, Marie staring into the fire also, sharing similiar emotions that assaulted her.
In the corner there was a great mahogany red piano untouched and elegant. A large red ribbon lied upon the smooth polished surface case that was closed over the keys. The stool was pushed underneath it for noone had yet set upon it. A sign was placed on the top of the closed piano and in big bold letters it read:
WE LOVE YOU DOROTHY!
Next to it stood Dora who watched the piano as if she expected it to come to life. The piano seemed to mock them unmercilessly, a very prominant symbol of their failure. Dario's eyes would wonder from the warm fire and graze upon the piano which made his chest tighten. It was the quietest the house had ever been with poeple in it.
Neither Marie or Dario noticed Maurisky in the back of the room amongst the shadows. If Dora noticed she didn't seem to care. He had gotten into the liqour cabinet and drank from a huge bottle of brandy. His eyes were bloodshot red, and he was luggishly sprawled upon a large chair. He looked distant and disturbed as he took another swig from the bottle this time downing more than half of the new bottle of brandy.
Dora who had been staring at the piano so intently moved her eyes to Maurisky. She then continued to look over the whole room her eyes wandering in a circle back to the piano. She started to walk away from it and headed towards the door. No one seemed to care if they even noticed, they all were to consumed with their own self hate or denial.
The pretty andriod stepped into the lab and approached the old dead shell of Dorothy. In it she knew that there was a hundred of nano bytes that laid beneath her core that was connected to her and so many other things. How would Big O be now? They were made to learn and discover to comprehend new things and change their system to adapt. It was artificial intelligence and if only Marie or the researchers had only realized what it could have lead to. Artificial intelligence to machines of great power and destruction.
Dora left the side of the forgotten shell and approached a window to peer at the new Dorothy R. Wayneright who was lost in her mind. Dora wanted to tell Dorothy how much she effected them. Inside her old shell there had been something simailar to a remote control. It wasn't supposed to function like one it had been created so that Dorothy could communicate with the dueces with just a thought. The effect they got was a lot different than what they had expected. Instead of orders that would go to Dora and the others there was an endless stream of thoughts and... emotions. What would Dora and the others have become if they gained so much intelligence without Dorothy's soft nature pulsing to them.
Dora placed her hand upon the glass. Without Dorothy there would be no Paradigm City. How the prototype wanted to tell Dorothy that, but she felt Dorothy's discomfort and disgust towards her. Dorothy was her key to emotions and without her Dora would be a deadly machine without mercy. She would have killed Roger Smith instead of letting herself fall from the ledge, and even though she tried to complete the mission by reaching for him, she was glad she failed.
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Roger was exhausted. He nearly ran off the road twice on the way to the mansion. He gritted his teeth and turned the radio on to the only station that existed in Paradigm City. It played strange music that he didn't like but he turned it up anyway. The screen on his dash-board suddenly flickered and Norman appeared.
"Master Roger?" Norman tried to catch his attention.
Roger continued to grit his teeth and concentrate hardly on the road. Norman sighed and seemed to have shifted his arm. A large high-pitched ring stung Roger's ears and he stomped on his break to be pulled forward then jerked back into his seat. He quickly flicked the radio off and rubbed his ears. He moaned and gave Norman a scowl through the screen. Norman shrugged at him.
"Good thing you wore your seat belt Master Roger." Norman said in his usual stoic laid back way.
"Yeah, good thing." Roger smirked.
"Master Roger I am concerned for you because you haven't had rest for some time yet."
Roger dismissed Norman's concern with a feign wave of his hand. "I'll be fine I can't rest till I get to the bottom of this mess Norman."
"Could you at least update me sir. What time will you be coming back home?" Norman pressed, "At least tell me that much."
"I don't know Norman, I honestly don't know." Roger sighed heavily.
"Where are you headed then?" Norman asked his voice patient as always.
"Rowen Manor," Roger replied.
"Rowen?" Norman seemed taken back but he just seemed to swallow a lump in his throat. "What business do you have there?"
Roger didn't notice the strange edge in Norman's voice to occupied with the road. "Some woman named Marie Rowen that's supposed to be the richest person in Paradigm, more so than Gordon Rosewater."
Norman was silent and seemed to be at a loss of words for the longest time. "Excuse me Master Roger I have things to attend to."
Roger jumped because he had seemingly forgotten Norman's presence on the screen. He looked over to respond but the screen was already dark.
Roger pulled into the driveway of Rowen Manor and came to a halt at the looming iron wrought gate before him. Roger was about to get out of the Griffin to inspect when there came a tep on the window. Roger stared into a face of a middle-aged man with stout shoulders and a grim expression. Judgeing by his dark suit and the walkie-talkie strapped to his belt he was probably hired sercurity.
"What business have you in Rowen Manor?" He asked, his voice very gruff.
"I'm here to see Marie Rowen." Roger was afraid to where this was going to lead. I the man tolf him to go he would straight out say no or find another way in.
"Is she expecting you?"
"No," Roger said softly preparing for him to tell him to take leave.
"Your name sir?"
"Roger Smith."
The man lifted his walkie-talkie to hit mouth and pressed a button. "A man named Roger Smith is here to see Ms. Rowen. What's the status, over."
"Hold on a moment, over." said a voice from the radio. There was a uncomfortable silence hanging as they waited. "Roger Smith, it says hes free to come and go as he pleases, over."
Roger looked more shocked than the guard. "You must be a relative or something uh sir." The man's grim expression changed to a friendly one. "Yeah I thought I saw a resemblance nice to meet you Mr. Smith go on in."
As he said it the gates opened slowly by a mechanical machine by rolling to the sides. Roger drove ahead feeling a bit confused and hungry for answers.
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"Roger Smith is here." Dora informed the two quiet figures standing in the living room.
Marie's heas snapped up and her eyes widened, "Oh no, I shouldn't have put him on the computer list to come freely."
"You did what?" Dario's voice rose a bit from anger.
"He's my son he's welcome anytime." Marie pleaded.
"He doesn't know that. Marie, this is a bit exceeding your limitations, and yes you have limitations. Roger its he's a line that you can't cross! He can't be what you want him to be."
"No your just jealous that if he's my son again you'll be replaced and that I'll love you less. You have been a son to me, but I need my real son! I have to know him!" Marie implored.
"Marie its never bothered you before. You never even noticed. You can't have this, there too many risks. Stop being selfish because you think you have Roger now. You've been acting different ever since you fond out he was your son. Dorothy is in the next room in a coma!"
"I have been acting differently," Marie narrowed her eyes crossly, "so have you! Now that Dorothy is back you see no reason to be with me anymore. Your dear Dorothy!" She accused.
Dario stepped back a step a bit caught off guard at her outburst and what was worse it had a ring of truth in it. He was beginning to become more and more insecure and doubtful of Marie since Dorothy was back. His mouth opened and closed but he couldn't find the words to deny it. Now they seemed like strangers as they stared across the room at eachother.
A chuckle from somewhere in the room caught both their attention. They both saw Sven Maurisky watching them with a lopsided grin on his face. The drunkard man took a swig from a bottle Jack Daniels this time.
"The past hath a way of rrrrrepeating itself don't it. It jus differant is all. Dis scene lookis familiar." he said in slurred speach.
Marie looked horrified at the coment and turned to Dario who looked suddenly like a scared little boy. If that were true then the worse was yet to come.
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Roger knocked upon the huge wooden door. He felt like he was stepping into a place where reality didn't exist and he couldn't understand why he felt like that though. No one answered after long pause so Roger knocked again harder and more persistant. As his fist came down to strike the door a fourth time it abruptly swung open and Roger felt his knuckles belt someone's forehead. Before him stood a face that was too famaliar.
Dario gave Roger an annoyed look but didn't flinch. "Roger Smith what a pleasant suprise." The young man said but his voice held a edge of sarcasm. "Do come in." Dario stepped aside for Roger to enter.
Roger hesitated and before he could utter a word Dario spoke again, "Here to see Dorothy I presume?"
"Dorothy?" Roger repeated looking alert suddenly. Roger came in then walking briskly into the foyer. His eyes seemed to frantically scan the area but he didn't know where to look next. "She's in here." said a soft feminine voice.
Roger turned to see a set of twin doors open a crack and soft light flickering. A fireplace. He stode into the lush room his shoes sinking into the carpet. By the fireplace stood the woman he recognized to be Beck's wife. He stopped and stared at her for a long moment at a loss of words. He couldn't really explain the strange affect the woman had on him. She had the same sad look he had saw when he first met her.
"Your looking for Dorothy I presume." Marie said in a wispy voice.
"Where is she? That boy told me that she was here."
"I am over here." said a mechanical voice, "If you bother to look around you might actually see me."
Roger looked to see the android seated at a grand piano her hands tucked on her lap staring at him. He wanted to cry out and run over to her. He wanted to hug her and let her know how woried he had been. He was refrained to himself though and just returned Dorothy's stare. Marie sat on the sofa and motioned for him to seat himself in a chair closer to the fireplace facing the piano.
Dora wanted to hug and punch Roger at the same time. He didn't run to her like she wanted yet she couldn't deny the fact that there was a strange instinct that let mad eher realized she missed him.... or was it Dorothy's. She watched as Roger took a seat next to Marie obviously entranced by her beauty and mysterious yet alluring aura. She thought to herself if he only knew she was his mother.
Roger glanced at Dorothy in the corner studying him intently. He wondered if she was really Dorothy or was she another fake. He wondered what thoughts went on inside her mechanical head. He turned back to Marie, and he knew he had to demand answers from her. Why is Dorothy here? Aren't you Beck's wife? Who is that guy that answered the door? Who are you? Who? What? When? Where? How? Why? He didn't know which one he wanted to ask first.
"You must have a thousand questions." Marie said like she read his thoughts.
"Yes, I..." Roger was caught off by a large thumping noise from the back of the room. He turned to se a drunken Maurisky coming towards him stumbling over his own feet and knocking things down.
"Ah, negoatiator," he mumbled loudly, "Jus tha guy I've been wantin' ta see. Did ya know Marie is hot. *hiccup*" He practically fell into the couch they were sitting in. "Don trus her tho she be eeeevil. She look like a angel but inside," He waved his arms about his if he were trying push his hands into his chest. "inside she be dis black see." Maurisky ended covering Roger's eyes with his hands.
Roger knocked them away in disgust. Maurisky looked at the false Dorothy and reached out for her. "Dear, dear Dorothy. You not mad wit me." He fell forward on his knees and hugged Dorothy around the waist. She just lifted her arms seemingly uncertain about her course of action. By this time Dario came into the room and tryed to pry Maurisky from her. Maurisky began to sob and hugged her tighter.
"Maurisky," Dora said and he looked up at her, "I know I don't hate you. You need to rest now."
Maurisky just stared at her and let Dario carry him away. When they were gone there was a uncomforatable silence. Roger stared at Dora without a doubt in his mind that she was Dorothy. He stod up and placed his hand on one of her hard shoulders.
"I was never going to stop looking for you. I'm glad to see your OK." He said softly.
Dorothy couldn't find any words to say she looked up at him and placed a false smile on her face. One so small it just seemed her the edges of her lips slightly curved. Roger saw it though and his eye's widened in suprise and his mouth slightly went ajar.
"Mr. Smith I would implore you to get some rest here and we will answer your questions later." Marie's melodic voice sweetly rang behind him. He nodded.
"That sounds like the most wonderful thing I have ever heard." Roger complied.
"Great, Dorothy will show you to one the guestrooms, but you can call make a few calls to your home to get things straightened out etc.
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"She killed him. She really killed him." Angel muttered and glanced to Alex who sat callously behind his desk with his hands clasped in front of him.
"You act like your surprised about it I told you she would. There was always much hat between those two. If it had been the other way around he would have killed her."
"No he wouldn't he loved Marie like all the rest of those fools!" She snapped.
"Still jealous of her it seems after so long." Alex smirked. "Admit you were like Dorothy youlooked up to her and wanted to be like her. Your just torn between hate and love you lost little girl."
"I'm not little I'm quite old, but Dorothy was always the one that worshipped Marie not I."
"You hated Dorothy because she had Dario and was everyone's favorite."
Angel rubbed her forehead, "I don't know, my memories aren't fully restored yet only images and fleeting moments. I thought Dario said the drug would restore all my memories."
"Sister don't rush into the past it will come to you slowly and in time. I warned you about those memories." Alex lowered his voice. "You might find a completely different person."
Angel looked stunned by his comment. She knew he knew more than he let own, but he wouldn't tell her what it was. She also sensed that Dario held a resentment towards her and she wasn't sure why. It had to do with the past too she knew. She could handle it she knew she could. She was tired of her brother's warings and had to know the truth herself.
"What the hell are we waiting here for anyways?" Angel asked.
"We're waitng for Marie's word to move. She was supposed to call when the mission was a success."
Angel twirled a long blonde lock around her finger lost in the fleeting images she caught here and there. "Dorothy was my bestfriend," she said suddenly.
"At the time you two were at the same age." Alex offered.
Another image of her and Dorothy on top of a stairway.
'Look,' said a younger version of herself, 'isn't he gorgeous.'
They looked over the edge of the stairway at Dario who stood there looking around the huge mansion his innocent young face filled with awe. Their giggles caught his attention and he looked their direction. He smiled and winked at them. Angel felt her face grow hot staring into his beautiful smile and sprakling eyes. He's looking at me! she thought excitedly. His eyes shifted slightly though and his smile seemed to melt and his jaw came became slightly ajar making him even cuter in a chidlish way.
Angel's smile's stopped and she followed his gaze next to her where Dorothy stood with a soft smile on her lips returning his stare. Angel felt like someone slapped her and stood there like an outsider trying to look in.
Angel snapped out of the reverie. What did it mean? Everyone was so inncoent then. What happened to all that innocence.
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Marie slipped back into her lab coat. As Dario stepped into the room he looked distraught. She applied on her gloves and dipped them in disinfecting rubbing alcohol.
"Dario I don't know why I didn't notice before, or think of it. Dorothy has fallen inside her own mind is trapped by her tremendous memories. She's fine mentally and physically but emotionally she is overwhelmed. The thought came to me when all these things began to happen, or when Roger arrived I should say."
"What are you going to do." Dario asked unsurely.
"Sorta of the samething we didi in her old body. Block out her memories." Marie stated in a matter-of-factly way.
"You make it sound so easy." Dario winced with anger.
"Because it is." Marie snapped. "As Dorothy is seeing to Roger and he takes a nap we'll do the surgery right under his nose."
Dario smirked a bit but went to apply his lab coat.
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Norman paced about the kitchen. He looked very stressed and ran his hand through the hair he just had left. Marie Rowen? She was still alive? He hadn't heard or said that name in over forty years. She was still alive? Was she changed? Norman didn't know if his old body could take it. Just as he sat down the phine rang.
"Hello?"
"Norman its me Roger and I'm at Rowen Manor. They have invited me to stay a night in one of their rooms, and since you know I haven't really slept in about 2 days I have accepted."
"Are you sure that is wise Master Roger?"
"Dorothy is here and seems to be fine, and I'm sure she is the Dorothy. Though I'm a bit suspicious of this young man named Dario whom most know as D. I'll get back to you when I can alright Norman."
"Yes Master Roger." Norman said a bit sadly, but Roger was too tired to notice.
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Alex Rosewater stood outside Angel's office listening to her sobs. He knew the drug had taken full affect and his father's successed attempt to block out Angel's horrid past was gone. She was paying for her hate and revenge in the worst way. He wondered if she would be the same Angel he knew today or the Angel who he knew when he was a young. He'd find out if she ever came out. If she did.
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Major Datsun stared at a picture of a beautiful blonde woman with shocking blue eyes, and studied the picture of Marie who's resemblance to her was almost identical if it weren't for her dark ebony black hair. They shared the same last name and it was evident that they were related. Yet why did Sybil Rowen try to blow up Paradigm City and what was her connection to him?
He remembered the strange dream he had of her in that movie over and over. He killed her. He killed Sybil Rowen and her last words had been "Vous ĂȘtes si gentil." She was a dictator in Paradigm an anti-goverment campaign. She had also said to him "I am the one who can grant eternal sleep to an accursed past." What did she mean? What accursed path?
He scanned over the few records of Marie's association with Paradigm Hall the only form of Government known in Paradigm ran by Alex Rosewater. Then he looked at his case of Gordon Rosewater who was killed by mysterious circumstances. A apparent nobody who grew tomatoes. Nothing is as it seems, Datsun thought to himself.
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Roger laid himself on the huge comfortable bed. Breathing in the smell of the fresh linen and the soft sent of jasmine in the room. The room was luxurious like the whole house and Roger couldn't help thinking when he closed his eyes that this was a piece of heaven.
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Dora stood inside Dorothy's room and walked to the balcony to look at the moon. Thoughts of what the future would bring and if this could be hell on earth. She missed the feeling of Dorothy being with her all the time. She felt unwhole and unworthy to live. She wanted to jump off the balcony head first damaging her network beyond repair. Why did they have to make her skeleton so strong though. She decided that she would make her time worth while.
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Marie stepped out of the lab leaving Dario with a recopering Dorothy. She picked up the phone and called Alex Rosewater. The operation had been a success. Dora no longered mattered since she had what she wanted and thought of giving the andriod over to Roger.
"Hello? Marie?"
"Yes, I have good news." Marie said slyly.
"What is that?"
"Your a proud father."
"Really? You shouldn't have. What exactly is going on?"
"Come and pick up your lost daughter and take her from Paradigm. You know where to go. Bring along that foolish sister of yours also. We don't need her here if she loses her mind and blabbers to much to someone."
"Ok Marie I have a feeling where this is leading." Alex in a very gruff voice.
"Oh do you? This worked out more pleasantly than I thought."
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An hour later Alex stepped from a large jet boat onto the dock behind Rowen Manor. Marie approached him two figures close behind her. She smiled widely and stepped aside to reveal Dario clutching a girl whose red hair fell over her face and she was slumped against him.
"Mr. Rosewater your daughter Selene seems to be suffering from a slight case of amnesia. Why don't you and her soon to be son in law take her home."
The girl looked up her deep cerculean blue eye's looking lost and pleading, "Father?"
Alex stood there takin back for a moment then he wanted to applaude Marie for her genius. "Yes dear lets go home." he said offering his hand.
Selene smiled and reached out to him. No one felt guilty because it waslike giving Dorothy a new identity and clean slate to start from. She didn't have to worry about looking over her shoulder anymore.
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The End
A/N: No I'm playin its not over LOL!
How you like, was that twisted enough for you! Could you predict that? I hope not I didn't even see it coming till I got there then I was like whoa cool! What is going to happen next! Oh wait... I'm writing it. Damnit! Be sure to check out my site all, later!
A/N: yeah ppl your all probably thinking where the hell i'm going with this. to be honest i don't frickin know either. This was just for fun and the farther i got along the more serious it became. *shrug* ah whatever. I'm just a weird person that enjoys writing and reading weird stuff. so lets continue with the very confusing and smooth ramblings of I, Lia Flowers. prepare yourselves once again to be lifted with excitement then dropped on your ass again. Muahahaha! Ok i'm done.
Chapter 5: Bleeding From Past Wounds
Is this my fault again? Did I destroy the last strand of hope that was Dorothy? I sit and hope to find my salvation at the bottom of this bottle. As I take a swig I can feel it drown my plaguing memories that gnaw at my soul. The intoxicant numbed my senses and blurred my intellect in which my memories thrived. This isn't the right way out, I thought, but it was the only way out. I no longer look forward to the future, there is only the present for me. I only live in one moment to the next, accepting and even reveling in my emotional turmoil inside me which caused enduring pain. It could all end if I wanted. Just to take my life and let it all come to a halt, but that was too easy. I must sustain it all because it is the punishment that I deserve. When I finally die then just maybe after death I can find my redemption.
~Sven Maurisky
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Dario leaned against the marble mantel and stared into the fireplace. He was convinced that the fire reflected in his eyes were suited there, it must have resonated with the rage that coursed through him. His eyes were dry and stung annoyingly, but he still didn't blink. Behind him on the soft sofa sat the dark haired angel, Marie staring into the fire also, sharing similiar emotions that assaulted her.
In the corner there was a great mahogany red piano untouched and elegant. A large red ribbon lied upon the smooth polished surface case that was closed over the keys. The stool was pushed underneath it for noone had yet set upon it. A sign was placed on the top of the closed piano and in big bold letters it read:
WE LOVE YOU DOROTHY!
Next to it stood Dora who watched the piano as if she expected it to come to life. The piano seemed to mock them unmercilessly, a very prominant symbol of their failure. Dario's eyes would wonder from the warm fire and graze upon the piano which made his chest tighten. It was the quietest the house had ever been with poeple in it.
Neither Marie or Dario noticed Maurisky in the back of the room amongst the shadows. If Dora noticed she didn't seem to care. He had gotten into the liqour cabinet and drank from a huge bottle of brandy. His eyes were bloodshot red, and he was luggishly sprawled upon a large chair. He looked distant and disturbed as he took another swig from the bottle this time downing more than half of the new bottle of brandy.
Dora who had been staring at the piano so intently moved her eyes to Maurisky. She then continued to look over the whole room her eyes wandering in a circle back to the piano. She started to walk away from it and headed towards the door. No one seemed to care if they even noticed, they all were to consumed with their own self hate or denial.
The pretty andriod stepped into the lab and approached the old dead shell of Dorothy. In it she knew that there was a hundred of nano bytes that laid beneath her core that was connected to her and so many other things. How would Big O be now? They were made to learn and discover to comprehend new things and change their system to adapt. It was artificial intelligence and if only Marie or the researchers had only realized what it could have lead to. Artificial intelligence to machines of great power and destruction.
Dora left the side of the forgotten shell and approached a window to peer at the new Dorothy R. Wayneright who was lost in her mind. Dora wanted to tell Dorothy how much she effected them. Inside her old shell there had been something simailar to a remote control. It wasn't supposed to function like one it had been created so that Dorothy could communicate with the dueces with just a thought. The effect they got was a lot different than what they had expected. Instead of orders that would go to Dora and the others there was an endless stream of thoughts and... emotions. What would Dora and the others have become if they gained so much intelligence without Dorothy's soft nature pulsing to them.
Dora placed her hand upon the glass. Without Dorothy there would be no Paradigm City. How the prototype wanted to tell Dorothy that, but she felt Dorothy's discomfort and disgust towards her. Dorothy was her key to emotions and without her Dora would be a deadly machine without mercy. She would have killed Roger Smith instead of letting herself fall from the ledge, and even though she tried to complete the mission by reaching for him, she was glad she failed.
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Roger was exhausted. He nearly ran off the road twice on the way to the mansion. He gritted his teeth and turned the radio on to the only station that existed in Paradigm City. It played strange music that he didn't like but he turned it up anyway. The screen on his dash-board suddenly flickered and Norman appeared.
"Master Roger?" Norman tried to catch his attention.
Roger continued to grit his teeth and concentrate hardly on the road. Norman sighed and seemed to have shifted his arm. A large high-pitched ring stung Roger's ears and he stomped on his break to be pulled forward then jerked back into his seat. He quickly flicked the radio off and rubbed his ears. He moaned and gave Norman a scowl through the screen. Norman shrugged at him.
"Good thing you wore your seat belt Master Roger." Norman said in his usual stoic laid back way.
"Yeah, good thing." Roger smirked.
"Master Roger I am concerned for you because you haven't had rest for some time yet."
Roger dismissed Norman's concern with a feign wave of his hand. "I'll be fine I can't rest till I get to the bottom of this mess Norman."
"Could you at least update me sir. What time will you be coming back home?" Norman pressed, "At least tell me that much."
"I don't know Norman, I honestly don't know." Roger sighed heavily.
"Where are you headed then?" Norman asked his voice patient as always.
"Rowen Manor," Roger replied.
"Rowen?" Norman seemed taken back but he just seemed to swallow a lump in his throat. "What business do you have there?"
Roger didn't notice the strange edge in Norman's voice to occupied with the road. "Some woman named Marie Rowen that's supposed to be the richest person in Paradigm, more so than Gordon Rosewater."
Norman was silent and seemed to be at a loss of words for the longest time. "Excuse me Master Roger I have things to attend to."
Roger jumped because he had seemingly forgotten Norman's presence on the screen. He looked over to respond but the screen was already dark.
Roger pulled into the driveway of Rowen Manor and came to a halt at the looming iron wrought gate before him. Roger was about to get out of the Griffin to inspect when there came a tep on the window. Roger stared into a face of a middle-aged man with stout shoulders and a grim expression. Judgeing by his dark suit and the walkie-talkie strapped to his belt he was probably hired sercurity.
"What business have you in Rowen Manor?" He asked, his voice very gruff.
"I'm here to see Marie Rowen." Roger was afraid to where this was going to lead. I the man tolf him to go he would straight out say no or find another way in.
"Is she expecting you?"
"No," Roger said softly preparing for him to tell him to take leave.
"Your name sir?"
"Roger Smith."
The man lifted his walkie-talkie to hit mouth and pressed a button. "A man named Roger Smith is here to see Ms. Rowen. What's the status, over."
"Hold on a moment, over." said a voice from the radio. There was a uncomfortable silence hanging as they waited. "Roger Smith, it says hes free to come and go as he pleases, over."
Roger looked more shocked than the guard. "You must be a relative or something uh sir." The man's grim expression changed to a friendly one. "Yeah I thought I saw a resemblance nice to meet you Mr. Smith go on in."
As he said it the gates opened slowly by a mechanical machine by rolling to the sides. Roger drove ahead feeling a bit confused and hungry for answers.
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"Roger Smith is here." Dora informed the two quiet figures standing in the living room.
Marie's heas snapped up and her eyes widened, "Oh no, I shouldn't have put him on the computer list to come freely."
"You did what?" Dario's voice rose a bit from anger.
"He's my son he's welcome anytime." Marie pleaded.
"He doesn't know that. Marie, this is a bit exceeding your limitations, and yes you have limitations. Roger its he's a line that you can't cross! He can't be what you want him to be."
"No your just jealous that if he's my son again you'll be replaced and that I'll love you less. You have been a son to me, but I need my real son! I have to know him!" Marie implored.
"Marie its never bothered you before. You never even noticed. You can't have this, there too many risks. Stop being selfish because you think you have Roger now. You've been acting different ever since you fond out he was your son. Dorothy is in the next room in a coma!"
"I have been acting differently," Marie narrowed her eyes crossly, "so have you! Now that Dorothy is back you see no reason to be with me anymore. Your dear Dorothy!" She accused.
Dario stepped back a step a bit caught off guard at her outburst and what was worse it had a ring of truth in it. He was beginning to become more and more insecure and doubtful of Marie since Dorothy was back. His mouth opened and closed but he couldn't find the words to deny it. Now they seemed like strangers as they stared across the room at eachother.
A chuckle from somewhere in the room caught both their attention. They both saw Sven Maurisky watching them with a lopsided grin on his face. The drunkard man took a swig from a bottle Jack Daniels this time.
"The past hath a way of rrrrrepeating itself don't it. It jus differant is all. Dis scene lookis familiar." he said in slurred speach.
Marie looked horrified at the coment and turned to Dario who looked suddenly like a scared little boy. If that were true then the worse was yet to come.
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Roger knocked upon the huge wooden door. He felt like he was stepping into a place where reality didn't exist and he couldn't understand why he felt like that though. No one answered after long pause so Roger knocked again harder and more persistant. As his fist came down to strike the door a fourth time it abruptly swung open and Roger felt his knuckles belt someone's forehead. Before him stood a face that was too famaliar.
Dario gave Roger an annoyed look but didn't flinch. "Roger Smith what a pleasant suprise." The young man said but his voice held a edge of sarcasm. "Do come in." Dario stepped aside for Roger to enter.
Roger hesitated and before he could utter a word Dario spoke again, "Here to see Dorothy I presume?"
"Dorothy?" Roger repeated looking alert suddenly. Roger came in then walking briskly into the foyer. His eyes seemed to frantically scan the area but he didn't know where to look next. "She's in here." said a soft feminine voice.
Roger turned to see a set of twin doors open a crack and soft light flickering. A fireplace. He stode into the lush room his shoes sinking into the carpet. By the fireplace stood the woman he recognized to be Beck's wife. He stopped and stared at her for a long moment at a loss of words. He couldn't really explain the strange affect the woman had on him. She had the same sad look he had saw when he first met her.
"Your looking for Dorothy I presume." Marie said in a wispy voice.
"Where is she? That boy told me that she was here."
"I am over here." said a mechanical voice, "If you bother to look around you might actually see me."
Roger looked to see the android seated at a grand piano her hands tucked on her lap staring at him. He wanted to cry out and run over to her. He wanted to hug her and let her know how woried he had been. He was refrained to himself though and just returned Dorothy's stare. Marie sat on the sofa and motioned for him to seat himself in a chair closer to the fireplace facing the piano.
Dora wanted to hug and punch Roger at the same time. He didn't run to her like she wanted yet she couldn't deny the fact that there was a strange instinct that let mad eher realized she missed him.... or was it Dorothy's. She watched as Roger took a seat next to Marie obviously entranced by her beauty and mysterious yet alluring aura. She thought to herself if he only knew she was his mother.
Roger glanced at Dorothy in the corner studying him intently. He wondered if she was really Dorothy or was she another fake. He wondered what thoughts went on inside her mechanical head. He turned back to Marie, and he knew he had to demand answers from her. Why is Dorothy here? Aren't you Beck's wife? Who is that guy that answered the door? Who are you? Who? What? When? Where? How? Why? He didn't know which one he wanted to ask first.
"You must have a thousand questions." Marie said like she read his thoughts.
"Yes, I..." Roger was caught off by a large thumping noise from the back of the room. He turned to se a drunken Maurisky coming towards him stumbling over his own feet and knocking things down.
"Ah, negoatiator," he mumbled loudly, "Jus tha guy I've been wantin' ta see. Did ya know Marie is hot. *hiccup*" He practically fell into the couch they were sitting in. "Don trus her tho she be eeeevil. She look like a angel but inside," He waved his arms about his if he were trying push his hands into his chest. "inside she be dis black see." Maurisky ended covering Roger's eyes with his hands.
Roger knocked them away in disgust. Maurisky looked at the false Dorothy and reached out for her. "Dear, dear Dorothy. You not mad wit me." He fell forward on his knees and hugged Dorothy around the waist. She just lifted her arms seemingly uncertain about her course of action. By this time Dario came into the room and tryed to pry Maurisky from her. Maurisky began to sob and hugged her tighter.
"Maurisky," Dora said and he looked up at her, "I know I don't hate you. You need to rest now."
Maurisky just stared at her and let Dario carry him away. When they were gone there was a uncomforatable silence. Roger stared at Dora without a doubt in his mind that she was Dorothy. He stod up and placed his hand on one of her hard shoulders.
"I was never going to stop looking for you. I'm glad to see your OK." He said softly.
Dorothy couldn't find any words to say she looked up at him and placed a false smile on her face. One so small it just seemed her the edges of her lips slightly curved. Roger saw it though and his eye's widened in suprise and his mouth slightly went ajar.
"Mr. Smith I would implore you to get some rest here and we will answer your questions later." Marie's melodic voice sweetly rang behind him. He nodded.
"That sounds like the most wonderful thing I have ever heard." Roger complied.
"Great, Dorothy will show you to one the guestrooms, but you can call make a few calls to your home to get things straightened out etc.
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"She killed him. She really killed him." Angel muttered and glanced to Alex who sat callously behind his desk with his hands clasped in front of him.
"You act like your surprised about it I told you she would. There was always much hat between those two. If it had been the other way around he would have killed her."
"No he wouldn't he loved Marie like all the rest of those fools!" She snapped.
"Still jealous of her it seems after so long." Alex smirked. "Admit you were like Dorothy youlooked up to her and wanted to be like her. Your just torn between hate and love you lost little girl."
"I'm not little I'm quite old, but Dorothy was always the one that worshipped Marie not I."
"You hated Dorothy because she had Dario and was everyone's favorite."
Angel rubbed her forehead, "I don't know, my memories aren't fully restored yet only images and fleeting moments. I thought Dario said the drug would restore all my memories."
"Sister don't rush into the past it will come to you slowly and in time. I warned you about those memories." Alex lowered his voice. "You might find a completely different person."
Angel looked stunned by his comment. She knew he knew more than he let own, but he wouldn't tell her what it was. She also sensed that Dario held a resentment towards her and she wasn't sure why. It had to do with the past too she knew. She could handle it she knew she could. She was tired of her brother's warings and had to know the truth herself.
"What the hell are we waiting here for anyways?" Angel asked.
"We're waitng for Marie's word to move. She was supposed to call when the mission was a success."
Angel twirled a long blonde lock around her finger lost in the fleeting images she caught here and there. "Dorothy was my bestfriend," she said suddenly.
"At the time you two were at the same age." Alex offered.
Another image of her and Dorothy on top of a stairway.
'Look,' said a younger version of herself, 'isn't he gorgeous.'
They looked over the edge of the stairway at Dario who stood there looking around the huge mansion his innocent young face filled with awe. Their giggles caught his attention and he looked their direction. He smiled and winked at them. Angel felt her face grow hot staring into his beautiful smile and sprakling eyes. He's looking at me! she thought excitedly. His eyes shifted slightly though and his smile seemed to melt and his jaw came became slightly ajar making him even cuter in a chidlish way.
Angel's smile's stopped and she followed his gaze next to her where Dorothy stood with a soft smile on her lips returning his stare. Angel felt like someone slapped her and stood there like an outsider trying to look in.
Angel snapped out of the reverie. What did it mean? Everyone was so inncoent then. What happened to all that innocence.
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Marie slipped back into her lab coat. As Dario stepped into the room he looked distraught. She applied on her gloves and dipped them in disinfecting rubbing alcohol.
"Dario I don't know why I didn't notice before, or think of it. Dorothy has fallen inside her own mind is trapped by her tremendous memories. She's fine mentally and physically but emotionally she is overwhelmed. The thought came to me when all these things began to happen, or when Roger arrived I should say."
"What are you going to do." Dario asked unsurely.
"Sorta of the samething we didi in her old body. Block out her memories." Marie stated in a matter-of-factly way.
"You make it sound so easy." Dario winced with anger.
"Because it is." Marie snapped. "As Dorothy is seeing to Roger and he takes a nap we'll do the surgery right under his nose."
Dario smirked a bit but went to apply his lab coat.
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Norman paced about the kitchen. He looked very stressed and ran his hand through the hair he just had left. Marie Rowen? She was still alive? He hadn't heard or said that name in over forty years. She was still alive? Was she changed? Norman didn't know if his old body could take it. Just as he sat down the phine rang.
"Hello?"
"Norman its me Roger and I'm at Rowen Manor. They have invited me to stay a night in one of their rooms, and since you know I haven't really slept in about 2 days I have accepted."
"Are you sure that is wise Master Roger?"
"Dorothy is here and seems to be fine, and I'm sure she is the Dorothy. Though I'm a bit suspicious of this young man named Dario whom most know as D. I'll get back to you when I can alright Norman."
"Yes Master Roger." Norman said a bit sadly, but Roger was too tired to notice.
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Alex Rosewater stood outside Angel's office listening to her sobs. He knew the drug had taken full affect and his father's successed attempt to block out Angel's horrid past was gone. She was paying for her hate and revenge in the worst way. He wondered if she would be the same Angel he knew today or the Angel who he knew when he was a young. He'd find out if she ever came out. If she did.
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Major Datsun stared at a picture of a beautiful blonde woman with shocking blue eyes, and studied the picture of Marie who's resemblance to her was almost identical if it weren't for her dark ebony black hair. They shared the same last name and it was evident that they were related. Yet why did Sybil Rowen try to blow up Paradigm City and what was her connection to him?
He remembered the strange dream he had of her in that movie over and over. He killed her. He killed Sybil Rowen and her last words had been "Vous ĂȘtes si gentil." She was a dictator in Paradigm an anti-goverment campaign. She had also said to him "I am the one who can grant eternal sleep to an accursed past." What did she mean? What accursed path?
He scanned over the few records of Marie's association with Paradigm Hall the only form of Government known in Paradigm ran by Alex Rosewater. Then he looked at his case of Gordon Rosewater who was killed by mysterious circumstances. A apparent nobody who grew tomatoes. Nothing is as it seems, Datsun thought to himself.
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Roger laid himself on the huge comfortable bed. Breathing in the smell of the fresh linen and the soft sent of jasmine in the room. The room was luxurious like the whole house and Roger couldn't help thinking when he closed his eyes that this was a piece of heaven.
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Dora stood inside Dorothy's room and walked to the balcony to look at the moon. Thoughts of what the future would bring and if this could be hell on earth. She missed the feeling of Dorothy being with her all the time. She felt unwhole and unworthy to live. She wanted to jump off the balcony head first damaging her network beyond repair. Why did they have to make her skeleton so strong though. She decided that she would make her time worth while.
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Marie stepped out of the lab leaving Dario with a recopering Dorothy. She picked up the phone and called Alex Rosewater. The operation had been a success. Dora no longered mattered since she had what she wanted and thought of giving the andriod over to Roger.
"Hello? Marie?"
"Yes, I have good news." Marie said slyly.
"What is that?"
"Your a proud father."
"Really? You shouldn't have. What exactly is going on?"
"Come and pick up your lost daughter and take her from Paradigm. You know where to go. Bring along that foolish sister of yours also. We don't need her here if she loses her mind and blabbers to much to someone."
"Ok Marie I have a feeling where this is leading." Alex in a very gruff voice.
"Oh do you? This worked out more pleasantly than I thought."
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An hour later Alex stepped from a large jet boat onto the dock behind Rowen Manor. Marie approached him two figures close behind her. She smiled widely and stepped aside to reveal Dario clutching a girl whose red hair fell over her face and she was slumped against him.
"Mr. Rosewater your daughter Selene seems to be suffering from a slight case of amnesia. Why don't you and her soon to be son in law take her home."
The girl looked up her deep cerculean blue eye's looking lost and pleading, "Father?"
Alex stood there takin back for a moment then he wanted to applaude Marie for her genius. "Yes dear lets go home." he said offering his hand.
Selene smiled and reached out to him. No one felt guilty because it waslike giving Dorothy a new identity and clean slate to start from. She didn't have to worry about looking over her shoulder anymore.
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The End
A/N: No I'm playin its not over LOL!
How you like, was that twisted enough for you! Could you predict that? I hope not I didn't even see it coming till I got there then I was like whoa cool! What is going to happen next! Oh wait... I'm writing it. Damnit! Be sure to check out my site all, later!
