Chapter 3
Carol Dallon stared at the copy of her daughter that was currently staring out the nearest window with a vacant, drooling expression.
This…. New problem that had been made by Amelia.
Carol felt her fingernails dig into her palm, and her lips tighten into a snarl of rage, that was surpassed quickly by the whinging hum of her forming hard-light weapons that sputtered into a momentary existence, and that out again, in again, out again, in a pattern of frustrated acts.
She had known, from the second she had seen the girl that she would be trouble, the way the girl had looked at her, standing in between her and her father, she should have known that the girl would become a villain.
There was a moan, possibly someones name, and Brandish scowled.
She should have shoved a knife through that things chest the second she saw it.
Now everything she had done, everything she had sacrificed, everything she had this absolute crap shoot to deal with, this utter morass of filth she and the rest of New Wave would have would have to wade through in order to make it to the other side.
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Victoria Dallon, sometimes known as Glory Girl, sat in her darkened room, the lights off, her sister, somewhere else, and to be honest, she had a hard time caring, she had seen the thing that her sister, no, that Amelia, had turned that poor girl into, and it was like she had copied everything about Vicky's body onto the girl, before making removing the flaws and then making every effort to perfect her looks.
In all honesty, the thing that was laying on that hospital bed was too perfect, if the girl ever regained her mind, she would have to watch where she went when she ventured outside, otherwise she might end up causing traffic accidents, hell, the PRT would probably want to register her as a Master 0 because of it.
Vicky frowned as a thought occurred to her.
The girl would be going out and causing that kind of havoc with her body. Not on her watch. Amy better have a to fix this.
Glory Girl stood up, and walked out the door, leaving it hanging off its hinges.
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Jessica Yamada almost bit her tongue when she read the email that she had been sent. Panacea had apparently managed to turn a… huh, bio-terrorism victim into a, what was described as a 'perfected' version of her sister. She had been requested to come attempt to get a read on the both the victim and the perpetrators situations, especially since the latter had apparently just started talking.
She sighed, feeling aching muscles protest as she began to pack.