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"Hey! Snap out of it!" Tarkin snapped as he re-entered the laboratory. The scientists were oogling the girl, who was simply standing there glaring at them. "It's not like you've never seen a naked woman before!"
The men quickly attempted to divert their gaze from the tank.
"Next order of business," Tarkin continued, "Is to run an analysis on her skin, to see if she is as old as the sample we collected last week."
"How old was the sample?" Dale asked.
"Five million years old."
The scientists cracked up. "You mean as old as my mother?" asked a man named Terrance. Tarkin glared at him.
"We just came back from the microscope room," he said curtly, "And if you want we can all take a fucking field trip there so you can see for yourselves. But do not doubt me when I tell you that this sewage is five million years old."
Tarkin looked over the men, trying to find someone dependable. "Dale!" He finally said, "Get your ass over here." When Dale was standing before him, Tarkin said, "I want you to enter the tank and attach these cords to the subject. One on her shoulder, one on her head. Don't let her touch you."
"Yes sir." Dale said, and obediently took the cords and unlocked the door to the tank. He warily approached the girl, who had turned and was scowling at him. He cautiously reached out his arm to attach the cord, and in one swift movement, she punched him across the face, knocking him to the floor.
"What the hell is she doing??" Terrance screamed.
The girl seized Dale by his neck and yanked him off the ground, and slamming him against the glass of the tank.
"You will pay…" Dale croaked.
"What the hell is he talking about?" Tarkin whispered. Then to Dale he called, "Dale! I thought you loved girls being rough with you."
"I shall get rough with you all!" Dale snarled. "Everybody will pay!"
James scratched his head. "I think she's talking through him somehow."
Tarkin took the initiative. "Who are you?" he asked.
The girl smiled as Dale rasped her answer. "I am the Goddess of Destruction."
"Goddess???"
"Yes… I come from days of old to seek revenge!"
Tarkin broke into a sweat. "Revenge on who?"
"Everybody."
There was a cold silence.
"And what is your name?" Tarkin finally asked.
"My name is Myria. And all of this world will suffer."
The men scrambled to the exit, but Tarkin stopped them, then continued to interrogate the girl. "Where do you come from?"
"I come from the lands beyond. Nobody living will be among the survivors."
The men raised their eyebrows. "The survivors of what?"
Instead of answering, Myria grinned and threw Dale to the ground, then stood there, doing nothing.
"Uh, John, we're starting to get some strange readings on this equipment." Said James.
Machines began to beep all over the room, and Myria started to glow, faintly at first but increasingly brighter. Fires began to break out from the equipment, and the ceiling began to fall.
"Um, boss, I think we need to leave now."
"I think that's a good idea."
The men bolted towards the door, but were too late. The entire lab erupted in an explosion of fire, and everybody inside perished. If you had looked closely, you could see a dark shadow rising from the fire and hovering above the destruction. As the fire trucks arrived, the shadow zoomed into the night.