The thing shook its head slowly. It then gripped the sides of the tank, its claws on the verge of cracking the glass. And then, it spoke, its voice rattling, since it was not yet accustomed to speaking.

"Wha…wha… where ah.. am I?"

Vexen was speechless. This had never happened before; one of his creations awakening without the proper precautions. But it couldn't be helped, it was awake, and he had to deal with the set back. He clambered out of his cruddy bed and slowly walked to the weapons side.

"You're in Castle Oblivion.. you're a weapon that I've created."

The weapon lowered its head. It's sopping hair hiding its face.

"Oh… I thought I was dreaming…"

"Dreaming? Whatever do you mean?"

In the darkness Vexen could only see his creations gleaming yellow eyes as it looked to him.

"It's all been dreams before this… my memories are patches… I don't know what to believe, what my past is…."

"Well if it concerns you so I'll tell you that you have no past, you haven't existed until now….."

Vexen was shocked, this weapon showed more than arrogance than the Riku Replica had, in fact, the thing actually knew that something was wrong with it. Before he could pursue his thoughts any longer the weapon spoke up again.

"Am I a clone of someone?"

"No… you're the result of splicing, you're your own entity, unless you want to deal with the fact that you are indeed bio-engineered…"

The weapon remained silent for a moment, but then it pulled itself out of the tank and stood upon the lab floor, the watery substance from the tank dripping from its body.

"I understand my purpose however… with my… memories I believe that you've created me with the information from you.. a dragon.. and a woman by the name of Larxene.. am I right?"

"Yes…."

"So I'll carry out whatever you intended me to be used for. Going against the one that gave you life is a folly…"

Even with the weapons oath Vexen was alarmed. The thing knew that it was to be given a mission, a purpose, to be used as if it were nothing BUT a weapon. It also knew what it was created from….

What did he create?

"Am I glad to hear you state that," he said, lying through his teeth, "it has been awhile since my creations have realized their destiny of serving me."

"Very well… but…"

It covered itself and looked down.

"I would prefer to carry out your orders if I had clothes on."

Heat burned at Vexens cheeks when he realized what the weapon meant. Quickly he phased an Enigma cloak into his hands and held it to his creation.

"Wear this for right now…"

"Very well…"

Vexen turned away as it got dressed. He should have realized that, judging by the data he programmed into the machine, his creation would be female. Only when he hear the tell tale buzz of the Enigmas zipper did he look back.

"Let me see what you look like now, take the hood off."

Even though there was no true lighting in the lab when the weapon walked to him he was finally able to make out "her" features. Her body frame was small and gawky, like Larxenes. Her skin color was an olive green, her lips and claws dark purple. Her hair was strangely white and pulled back, and two horns flowed out of her hair like whales from the sea. They were curved back, resembling the antenna that Larxene had. Last, her face was the strangest aspect however. Her sullen face and "uninterested" eyes was almost a carbon copy of his own. The only difference was her eyes, they were a brilliant yellow, and resembled those of a snakes.

"What is it that you wish me to do?"

Vexen smiled, even with the strange happenings, the weapon waking up, the dreams, Sora, and Marluxias threat, it seemed something was going well for once.

"I want to train you, let me get 12…"

The weapon only nodded her head.

"12 is Larxene, you wish to test me against her to see if my magic properties surpass hers, correct?"

She knows too much, she's one step ahead of me… Damn, what have I created?

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Larxene sat alone in the room with Namine. What was she to do? There was nothing to do! All there was was that witch and that birdcage…

She sighed and leaned back in her chair. Bored out of her mind she looked to Namine. Even though she hated the kid the girls drawings at least kept her from hitting her head from boredom

"Hey witch, whatcha drawing?"

Namine did not return a reply but she held the drawing pad at an angle so Larxene could see it.

Her heart stopped.

In the picture there was a darkness that was dragging a drawn Larxene into a dark abyss. The things eyes were red and glowing, its blood red claws ripping at Larxenes cloak.

"What-What is this! You trying to threaten me?"

Namine only shook her head.

"No.. it will be your future if Lorenzo doesn't stop him."

Lorenzo? Who the Hell's Lorenzo?

Namine looked up at Larxene, a solemn look on her face.

"It will come for all of us, keybearer and unknown alike, it will not stop until we're all dead, even me."

"What will come get us you little witch?"

But Namine spoke no more. She only wrote something under the atrocious picture

Vanessa

Vanessa?

Before Larxene could pursue questioning the young girl Vexen appeared in the room. Larxene didn't even bother to look at him.

"Are you still distraught over what happened?"

Larxene looked back and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Take a guess."

A grin appeared on Vexens face and he folded his arms.

"If that's the way you are I have a perfect way for you to blow of some steam."

Larxene raised an eyebrow to the scientist.

"And that would be?"

His creation walked into the room, dressed fully in the unknown attire. The "blades" that Vexen carved for her strapped to each arm. Larxene was aghast. This thing.. it looked like.. her! She quickly rose up and shot a glare at the weapon. The weapon stood there with no set emotion on her face. Looking at the two Vexens grin only widened as he stepped back.

"Trying out my new weapon."