Title: Eloquent Elysian Silhouettes

Chapter Five: Bound and Stolen

Chapter Summary: It is obvious to Earth Star that Star had planned to kill her.

The doctor had greeted me with nothing more then a single, simple nod, before talking to Sonja whom had dropped me off barely five minutes ago, I could still hear them talking, - low murmuring that I knew that if I stepped any closer I would hear the formed words - but I respected both the Doctor's and Sonja's privacy enough that I wouldn't step any closer to find out what it was about. Deep in the back of my thoughts I knew it was about I.

"Hello clone." Star greeted rather smugly as she sat on the table, at first she looked smug, but under closer inspection I could see that she was tired, and by the looks of how her hands clenched the table, she was slightly jealous of me. Was it my new clothes or the fact that Sonja didn't even look at her?

I didn't care; I just was satisfied with her emotions. How quaint for satisfaction to edge my lips.

"Good morning Star." I didn't bother correcting her with my name, it was my name now and she couldn't have it. For her foul wrong mouth to form the two syllabus wording that was my name was wrong to a level I wish not to discuss.

I was Earth, I was of the earth and I had been a star, ergo I am Earth Star, but Star to Sonja, and only to her. For it were only Sonja's lips that formed the monosyllable, four-letter word that was my name ever so efficiently and some more, and to be a cliché, each letter was a form of poetry in its self.

"How was your weekend?" I cocked my head slightly to the side, analysing her more in detail. And as I did, I uncovered something strange, not only was she jealous of me but she wanted me dead and not in a metaphoric way, I could see the loathing in how her smile tightened and her eyes crinkled slightly in a tired way. She had spent hours plotting how to she would kill me. And I knew the Doctor wouldn't hate her if I disappeared, he wouldn't notice me if I were gone either.

"Good." I replied, I no longer felt pleasure from her expression but instead felt distaste in her presence that was closely near to me. So instead of waiting for her leave, I went to my room and placed the bags on my bed, transferring them into a large suitcase – a job that kept my mind off most things.

Something told me I would need it in this casing more then I would need to wear them around the house.

"Star?" A voice called, and I knew by how my head automatically responded to the voice that it was of Sonja's. I turned to the doorway to see her leaning against the door, a blank expression covering her face and hiding all emotions from me once again. She walked over to me in her careful cat-like steps, her eyes never leaving my own as she stood in front of me.

"She's planned my murder." I told her plainly, and I could see that Sonja, without even having to say anything, agreed with me completely. Nothing was said as she leaned forward, her hand on the side of my face as she tilted my head up and bound our lips together in a single movement. I felt her fiery tongue pass between my lips and my own dance to hers before we both pulled out tongues back.

Her lips sat between and below my lips, letting me taste her sweet essence. I may never know love, but this lust that I feel now, that has entrapped us together is now simply undeniable taking over my central control. How wrong that was to lose my main thoughts, but how much better I've felt from it.

"You're safe from all harm." She murmured near laughing at the idea of anything else, while she was pulling my lips with hers in an ellipse of time. And then I felt a sharp electric shock, and my eyes flashed open as my mind remembered something, but the moment the memory came onto my tongue, it was gone. A mental sock that stole my memories had now given me something.

I knew now, for sure that Sonja was not human. I looked up at her, to see if she had passed that fact on, and as her smile turned into a large grin, that could only be described as the Devil's smile, I knew the answer to my own question. She knew that I knew, and she also knew that I knew that she knew.

What did this all mean?

"Good bye Star." She said and I knew that this time it was a true good bye, not for an eternity or forever, but for a certain length of time that I could not perceive at this moment in time. I knew with certainty that she had finished what she wanted to be here for, I knew now that she had done something and that it was to do with either me or what she had been helping the Doctor with. Thr defence mainframe for Doctor Baltar was it? I've forgotten.

"Good bye Sonja." I watched her straighten to an automatic posture as she turned and left, barely glancing back. My fingers touched the material of what I had been reaching for before I had heard Sonja's sweet voice, but the sense of touch on my hands were numb, everything was numb except my lips and my mouth.

My mouth was humming with electrical impulses.

-

It was lunchtime, and I was sitting in my garden in a new outfit. My hair, as it always was, was out naturally but looking better then Star's. She had been jiggling on the balls of her feet, contemplating which time best suits to kill me. She's been dancing around poison, I've seen the vial, but it won't affect me, it might affect my body, but I would be ok. I was safe from all harm because Sonja said so, and I believed it with every fibre of my being.

"Why did you return to here?" Her voice was soft, but the meaning behind the words screamed out loud and clear. She wanted to know why I had returned, why I didn't stay with Sonja and just never come back. I didn't know the answer, so I lied.

"Because it's my home."

"I saw you." She said, her eyes glaring at me and I realised that she had a different colour to me, how strange.

"When?" Her question struck me as odd; of course she had seen me, was I not here not, talking to her? Why would she say something so obvious that stated a fact alike that. IT made no sense to me, but then again, she was Star I was Earth.

"I saw you and Sonja, in your bedroom, she's using you." She wasn't. Sonja had no reason to use me for anything, I was of no use to her and she of no use to me, and yet we liked each other's company. Star's comment had no affect on me, and when she realised, she threw in another insult, "Dad never loved you." I blinked. That one did have an effect. And she realised it instantaneously as the wall I built to keep my emotions down suddenly and quite quickly, came tumbling down without a sound.

I believed her words without a doubt. The Doctor never loved me, could never love me. I was his creation but not his child, he didn't raise me as he had raised Star, and he didn't have the attachment he had with her. My head was done, and my long hair, longer then Star's, acted like a curtain, keeping her face out away from me. But her words still penetrated through my curtain.

"The only reason he created you was so that he had me to talk to, but you know what, you were a failure, you're nothing like me, you'll never be like me and you never will be." At those words I looked up. Pain was in the back of my throat, and my eyes stung from trying to hold everything back. But at those words, I knew something.

"I'm not you." I told her, "I never will be you because I don't want to be, I am not Star, I am not human, I am not selfish, vain, and full of jealousy, wrath or sin, because I am of the Earth I am Humanity's wayward child and I will bring my wrath down upon you if you dare try to rid of me." My eyes flashed darker and my body tingled like electricity ran through my veins as life support, "This is my home, more then it ever was yours." I watched her shudder as I dared to take a step closer, "and the Doctor may love you more, but I am more then you." She trembled, from anger, from fear and from frustration.

In the end she turned and ran, back to her father, her daddy.

I was of the earth, I was no longer angry for I had won. And as good as it felt I did not care for it much. Winning meant little to me now, I have realised something from the time I spent with Sonja and from the anger I felt then; I was not human and because of that I could see all of humanity's flaws and know that I am nothing alike them.

I was better. The Doctor made sure of that.

The earth hummed under my bare feet, it hummed of growth and it hummed to be taken care of. Star had placed her time with the house and the Doctor, not to my garden, leaving weeds to grow, plants without needed water and fruit unpicked.

I went inside and grabbed my utensils and the basket I used to hold the utensils and the fruits, vegetables, herbs and spices. I felt Star crying and I heard the Doctor's anger that was directed at me. But I also knew now that he was scared of what he had created. I had shown little to none emotion, and suddenly, out of no where in his point of view, I had shown such a violently strong emotion that he was scared that he'd created a beautiful monster.

But monsters were still capable of love, were they not?

It did not matter to me. I wish to experience love, but I long for the closure of lust, the fulfilment and satisfaction once one's ends are met. Why must my thoughts return to such sexual predicaments?

I turned back to the living things that I've nurtured for all the time I've been here. And in doing so, I sung, needing to feel the song upon my lips once more, knowing that Sonja was no longer on this planet, was she on a Battlestar, a space shuttle, or even maybe a different colony? No. Something told me that she was elsewhere.

As I reached to pull out a weed that was trying to grow to kill my most favoured flowerbed, a sound pierced in my ears. It was a distinct sound that could not be mistaken by anything else. It was the sound of someone pulling the trigger of a gun. I turned to see where the gun was, but as I stood up, the basket still in my arms, I realised the shooting had came from inside.

Someone was dead.

I didn't run, but I didn't just walk either. But when I arrived inside, I saw all I needed to see. Star had a gun in her hands and there was blood and brains splattered all across the kitchen wall. She had committed one of the highest sins, suicide. Something most religions don't take kindly to.

The Doctor came running into the kitchen, and the first thing he saw was me holding the basket as I stood over Star, looking down at her in wonder, my bare feet close to the blood that was beginning to pool around me. I could still feel the thrum of her body as it tried to register that it was dead.

Communication hadn't reached the heart yet, due to the fact that that part of the brain hadn't been hit.

"What-"

"She's still alive."

"We need to save her." He was panicking, but I knew that there was nothing that could be done; her essence was no longer in the body. I reached forward and with two hands I crouched down, my dress absorbing blood with its white soft material.

"There's no point." I told him, "She's dead, but her body is not."

"What…" He asked, still not understanding what was going on around him. His daughter was dead, but something was wrong about it, why did she kill herself? She had no reason to, especially not in the kitchen.

I reached for her neck, holding it carefully in my hands; it was strange how such a delicate thing could support such a vital function. I twisted it sharply and felt the sicking crack in my hands. "Her body is now dead." I told him and he sunk to his knees, he was on some level, understanding what was going on, but the majority of him was still confused.

"You… killed her."

"No, she was dead, her body was simply a vessel so I terminated it." He blinked, looking from her to me. "I believe she was aiming for me." I said as I looked from the possibility of where she had been standing. The window was open, though I knew it hadn't been earlier, and from her expression, she looked surprised, confused.

The surroundings of the body, what the air held, told me that she'd felt rage directed towards me and only to me. She'd been aiming for my body when her gun had misfired, killing her. How… quaint. I looked at the gun; the way material on the back of the gun looked as if the bullet had, for some reason, gone backwards into her forehead. At such a close range you see why there blood everywhere; the bullet seemed to have exploded inside of her.

But she felt no pain, her body did, but she did not.

Near me, The Doctor was going over and over again, both through voice and mind, that his daughter was dead. He wasn't crying yet, but soon he would be, and then his emotions would turn to wrath and he would come after me. I wasn't afraid, The Doctor didn't know how to handle a gun and it would be a while before he was emotionally stable to even come up with a plan that could successfully kill me.

But knowing how strongly he had loved his daughter, surprise wouldn't suffice enough to explain if he didn't try to kill me before he was emotionally stable. And that could take any time from months to years.

-

I sat in my bed, acutely aware of the fact that Doctor was standing outside my door. His feet had stood upon a loose floorboard, and he shuffled his feet to come here, not to mention a small amount of his shadow creaked through just under my wooden door. He was waiting for me to be asleep, but I was deeply emersed in reading.

I was up to my ninth book, and it was on the topic of Cylons. The realisation of Sonja had struck me and I wondered what exactly she was. I had read pages and pages upon pages of Cylons, but everything pointed to them looking quite alike to a toaster. There were fictional stories of androids and humanoids, but not humanoid Cylons made to look, smell, act and feel human.

I heard the doctor change footing as he leaned in closer to the door. He could still hear me flicking through the pages as I read through them, each word memorised into my brain.

There were few things that were like me, I wasn't a clone, I acted differently to Star, and my thought pattern and skills were of a higher level. That was not a vain thought that was just simply fact. I pulled another book into my grasp, "Genetic manipulation" a book that was either created before the Cylon incident, or it was bought of the black market. My eyes flickered through it, picking up the words and transferring them into a part of my brain that I could easily find.

I have had genetic manipulation done to me, but nothing like how this explained. MY sense had been heightened, and my balance perfected. I also was susceptible to the sixth sense that most animals carried, the knowing of what hung in the air, of what was dead and alive by the pheromones that were released in the air, which also acted as showing what emotions animals, though mainly humans, felt.

I was special. I wasn't human and unlike how a lot of characters in books felt about finding out that they weren't human, I was glad.

I flickered through another book; it was a book on psychology. I wanted to know what it takes for someone to kill, what it takes to break someone mentally and why humans are so prone to such things as wrath, envy, gluttony, pride, vain, sloth and greed. Even is lust is a sin, it is also a tool.

For how many books have I read where by lust alone a woman had conquered a man and resulted in conquering the world? Such filthy words are used to explain promiscuity, but only for women are the words used, upon men there are few and even then they believe it a compliment, they can get anyone while if women can have anyone they're deemed a whore, a woman who stalks the night in hopes of money to feed her child, or a slut, a woman who needs the company of another just so that she can believe in one instant of that that she is loved and can actually feel more then the numbness that surrounds her.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to feel pleasure, there is nothing wrong with enjoying the sensation of fingers running down your body, bringing you higher to ecstasy, but there is an apparent wrongness is liking the sensation that has brought you comfort if you are not to spend your life with this person, for you should only have so much comfort from a body if you plan on using your own body to reproduce.

Though it has become obvious that man is not the only one who enjoys the sexual high received from pleasure, it is certain that in the animal kingdom there are others who enjoy it equally so.

If the gods did not want us to know of it, then why do animals know of it? Surely if humans were the superior species it would be exclusive to them and not the animals who are not of the gods favourites. Unless, that is to say, humanity is not a favoured race no more, and is nothing more then savages meant to kill each other.

Yes, I am thankful that I am not human.