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Two Months Later

Renee sat at her vanity desk and brushed her hair while looking into the mirror. She frowned at her reflection. Only the very tips of her hairs were red now. I have a day, maybe less. This is it, this is really it. My very last day with Knives.

Her hands slid over her ripe stomach, and a little foot kicked restlessly beneath her right palm. She smiled softly. No, not even a day. Not even a full day if I am to do as I have planned.

She came up with the plan a week ago. She was up late that night, thinking about her baby girl. Knives's hair wasn't getting any lighter. How long would it take for this child to be completely orphaned if she even survived? She couldn't allow it. She couldn't allow her baby to die, and she wanted her daughter to have Knives as long as was possible.

She smiled sickly. Today, she would give what was left of her to them. She would infuse Knives and the child with what was left of her power. The prophecy just said she would die, what did anyone care HOW she died? She felt the baby grow frantic. The baby had been reacting to her thoughts quite often lately. By the height of her fundus, she was eight months along. That would have to do.

She turned and looked at Knives. For once he had over-slept her, and for that she was grateful. She didn't have today; she couldn't risk him resisting her when he woke up. The time was now. The baby began to kick and roll nervously as Renee walked over to Knives. Not even a day, not even one more day. The time has come. Time to die.

She kept one hand over the baby. The other she placed gently over her beloved's heart. Good-bye, my love.

And then she screamed.

Knives felt warm, and comfortable. He sat in a rocking chair, rocking a baby girl to sleep. She rolled her silver eyes lazily, and smiled up at him. Her soft blond hair tickled his nose, and her soft cooing sounds melted his heart. Just as he thought she might go to sleep she started to squirm. She shifted and made worried, uneven sounds, like something was hurting her. He rubbed her back lightly, trying to quiet her, but she only became more violently uneasy.

"Mommy!" She cried, "Mommy, Mommy, no!"

Knives gasped and pulled her off his shoulder into his lap. She thrashed and swung her little arms. He grabbed her arms and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with your mommy?"

The girl's sobs became so violent that her body shook and hiccupped. She whimpered slightly and answered, "Mommy is going to die!"

Knives was about to try to comfort her when he felt a strange feeling enter him. It was like suddenly tapping in to some great power source. A power so great that it dwarfed his own. He was starting to enjoy the feeling of it coursing through him when he was woken by an awful scream.

His eyes flung open to see his Renee standing over him with her hand on his face. She was making a noise that no mortal human, no matter how he had tortured them, had ever made before. A scream of complete torment. He could have sworn the world was trembling.

He saw her clothes burn away in silver fire, as they had so many times before, and that's when it hit him. That's when he knew what she was doing. NO!

He leapt up and swatted her hand away, but it didn't stop. The air spat with silver lightening. Her scream filled the air. She lifted off the ground, and her hair flowed in some unseen current. He noticed that her other hand was lying on her stomach. Was it even possible for her to be doing what he thought she was doing? There was no time to ask. He ripped her hand away from her stomach and she fell into his arms. The air crackled slightly with the massive expenditure of her energy. She had really meant to bleed every drop of what was left of her.

Knives laid her on her bed and looked her over. He brushed some hair from her face and whispered, "Renee? Renee, are you alright?"

No response, he began to panic. Her chest wasn't moving, and she was quickly growing pale. He shook her a bit and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.

'It is time, bring her to us.' Edith said. He had learned on the third day what her name was, not that he cared at the moment.

Knives began to sob uncontrollably. As long as he had had to prepare himself, he was still not ready. She couldn't really be gone, not so soon!

'You fool! You're wasting valuable time! Do you want the child dead as well?"

Knives blinked with surprise and he felt a frantic kick from Renee's stomach. He scooped Renee's body into his arms and ran as fast as his legs could take him to the reactor room. He laid Renee by Edith's reactor.

'Good, lay her there, that's right.'

Edith's reactor began to glow and a long glowing wire snaked out of the supports beneath Edith's bulb. It wound its way to Renee and then, suddenly dug into Renee's flesh.

"NO!" Knives roared and grabbed the wire, only to be flung back by the combined mental strength of his sisters.

'I wouldn't do it if I thought there was any other way. Renee is gone, you don't want the child to die too do-AAAHHH!"

The wire began to flicker and pulse with silver light as Renee's body began to glow. Renee's body lifted and righted itself. Her eyes opened spilling out bright silver beams of light. Her arms lifted from her sides and four new wires sprung out from the remaining reactors, implanting themselves in Renee's outstretched arms. The five reactors flickered with an un-earthly silver glow. The sisters writhed and shrieked in agony. Knives watched in wonderment, with a sick grin on his face. My mother foretold everything did she? I wonder, did she see this as your fates? Did she hide it from you, like you hid it from Renee?

He watched the four smaller sisters go black, and then cease to be. All of them, down to their very essences were sucked dry. Edith clawed at her enclosure, her face started to become gaunt and wrinkled, and her eyes were wide with panic. It was a long slow death, not unlike the end they had planned for Renee from the start. He became vaguely aware that he might be next, but it didn't matter to him. This display had most surely destroyed his baby girl, and Renee was already dead. She was just a shell soaking up energy, enough energy to rebuild a planet. He laughed madly, aware that his sanity was leaving him. It didn't mater; it just didn't matter any more.

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