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Snake: In many Indian cultures most Shamans are born under this animal symbol.

In this chapter we are introduced to the third girl the Lorwardians altered.

Time: The following day.

Morning,... The Girl Who Would Not Kill,... Jenny,... Sara,...

Despite not being able to move her arms or legs the bed was comfortable. She hated that. It reminded her that once she'd had her own bed, along with a family and a sister. She wondered what had happened to them, if they were still alive. And she hated that too. The thoughts hurt. If she was still alive her sister would not be painting. She knew that for certain. As young as twelve her sister had been painting, entering art shows. She'd rarely won given she was competing against people much older than she was, but she'd almost always got mentioned as being an exceptional artist for someone so young. It wasn't until she was fourteen that she had taken third place in one of the shows. After that she started getting in the top three on a regular basis. At sixteen, the same age as when the ability to paint had been denied to her forever, she had been famous. A prodigy, winning first place in nearly every second show.

She wiggled her arms and sighed. As soon as she was able to she would atone for what she'd done to her sister, and all the other people. She would make sure she never hurt anyone ever again. She wiggled some more and sighed again. Being tied down was driving her crazy. Her body wanted to move, to run, to do anything but stay in one place. The something had once made her stay still without moving for three days. It had been agony. She didn't think she'd been designed to stay still for very long. And wiggling around only made things worse. There was just a single sheet covering her body. Enough wiggling caused it to move. She'd found out she still had some modesty left. It wasn't as though they could give her clothes. That would involve freeing her from her restraints and she thought it would be pretty stupid of them to do that. Plus they were still doing experiments and clothes would get in the way.

"Morning." A voice came from the doorway.

She looked. It was Miranda. "Morning." She replied. "Mind fixing the sheet again?" She asked, embarrassed. She wondered why the woman turned so red.

He awoke without having had the nightmare. Looking at the time he slid down to watch Shego sleep. He wondered if maybe it was the fact that he knew the creature responsible for hurting the one he loved so much was dead. Destroyed by the combined plasma of his and her comet powers more than a week ago. And from the short time he'd seen her awake yesterday he knew Jenny was no monster. She was child, severely abused by the same abomination that had hurt Shego and Kim. Someone so hurt they no longer even had any will to live. He waited and watched. Soon he sensed the change in her breathing and the slight increase in her heart beat. She turned on her back and stretched. Her green eyes opened and sought him out. The smile on her face that reached her eyes. He answered that smile with one of his own.

The wind was frigid. Soon snow would come and cloak the ground. That would be nice. The banshee would hate it though. In winter the larger animals hibernated and it would have fewer chances to attack people. Humans rarely came to this place, the ancestral lands of her people. She sat and stared across the canyon. When white people came to their land they had called it the screaming canyon because of the sound the wind made when it blew through. Her people had had another name for it. The dwelling place of the banshee.

The legends of her people spoke of the banshees. Creatures ten feet tall that looked like people, but weren't. They had powers far beyond that of any human. Speed and strength that exceeded anything mortal, even given their large size. They'd even had the power to fly through the air and call forth monsters. Legend said the banshees loved to hunt people and when they found them death came to the lucky ones. It was said that the screams of the unlucky ones could be heard for days, echoing through the canyon to the camping places of her people. Hence the name her people had given to this place. She didn't know how old those legends were but they outdated even the coming of the white people.

She recalled when had been barely seven. She didn't remember what had made her so angry at her grandfather but she'd decided to runaway. She'd wandered the woods for a full week, avoiding the people searching for her. She recalled it had been sort of fun. There'd been no danger. She was strong and fast. Insanely so. It had been okay until she'd gobbled down some mushrooms she'd found. That had been a stupid mistake on her part. Even back then she should have known the difference.

She'd felt sick after eating them and fallen unconscious. She'd dreamed of a place with a golden light filled with gray smoke that tainted the light. She hadn't been alone. Snake had been there, looking like a young woman dressed in the clothes of a medicine woman. They'd talked and Snake had told her the golden light was her life force and the grey smoke that tainted it was the life force of a banshee that had possessed her. That in time the banshee would take control of her and make her a monster. That she would torture people by the hundreds and kill many of them.

She'd been scared at that. She'd thought of her grandfather and the thought that she might hurt him terrified her. She'd denied that she would ever do such a thing and Snake had looked at her sadly. She'd been told that given enough time she could learn how to control the banshee, to pin it within her so that it couldn't do harm. But that it would take many years and she had less than a year left before it would awake. She'd begged snake to teach her anyway.

Snake had studied her for what seemed like a long time. Then she'd explain that the power she could teach would make her even stronger and faster than she was now. That she would be able to heal any wound. When the banshee possessed her and took control it would be able to command her to use those powers. She would be unstoppable. Willow had had no answer to that. She was just a seven year old girl who had been told a banshee possessed her. It seemed her fear had reached Snake who had relented. She would teach the girl how to control the banshee a little bit at a time. A lesson each day. If she failed even one the lessons would stop. If she met each goal then by the time the demon awoke she would have some control over it. Not complete, but maybe enough hold it at bay.

She had awoke to find that her grandfather had found her. He had been tired. Weary from searching for her day and night. And when he had found her she had been beside the poisonous mushrooms that should have killed her. He had cried when she woke up. Uncontrolled tears that had streamed down his face. That had made her feel guilty. She had wondered if the banshee was punishment for hurting her grandfather.

The first lesson had been to find the golden light that was tainted with gray smoke again. She had a week. If she didn't find it by then she would have failed the first lesson. She'd found it on the sixth day. She'd stayed with her grandfather and asked him question after question about her people and the banshees and about shamans. He had eagerly answered every question as best he could, though he had wondered at her sudden interest. She'd told him she'd dreamed of Snake when she was sick, but hadn't said anything more than that.

From her questions she'd learned that there was a legend of one of the banshees being killed. A strange looking man with pale skin and brown hair had visited their people. When two of the banshees had attacked he had fought them. He had died, but not before killing one of them. The second banshee, wounded, had flown away. Her people had fled and hid in the mountains for over a year. Even so many of them had died as the banshees hunted them. From Snake she'd learned she was descended from that man whose animal spirit had been the monkey. That it was only due to the gifts he'd carried, passed through the generations to her, that she could learn to combat the banshee that possessed her.

For nearly a year she'd studied day and night what Snake tried to teach her. There had been lessons she'd failed the first time, but there had been times when she'd learned two in a single day. Thankfully Snake had accepted two in a single day as compensating for when she failed a lesson. They'd continued.

On her eighth birthday the banshee had made its first attempt to control her. It had nearly succeeded. Had, in fact, succeeded for a short time. On a walk through the woods she'd found herself snatching a robin out of the air and torturing it. It had died. It had been followed by another. She'd been about to kill a third bird when she had managed to focus and enter the place with the golden light tainted by the gray smoke. Snake had told her that the banshee had awaken and would over the years grow stronger until she was hurting people. The banshee, she'd been told, knew she was just a child and could be stopped if she hurt people yet. Snake had instructed her in how to negotiate with it. Allow it to hurt small animals, but when it passed beyond that then hold the image of being caught in her mind and focus on it. The banshee would hear it and for a while back off. At least until it was older and stronger. Then it would believe itself to be above everything and it would no longer be possible to negotiate with it. By then, Snake had warned, she would need to have learned all the lessons necessary to control it or she would become a monster.

The feel of animals dying beneath her hands had focused her attention on the lessons even more. Now she knew for sure the banshee was real. And that it could compel her to kill. By the time she was ten she'd graduated to killing larger animals, even small deer. She'd picked fights at school and beat up a few people, Others she'd bullied. The friends she'd had vanished until there was just Snake left. The lessons had continued. She had been suspended a number of time and the fact she tortured animals had been found out. The shame had nearly driven her to kill herself. Snake had encouraged her, telling her that if she was lucky she might learn enough lessons to control the banshee before she seriously hurt anyone.

Then had come the day of testing. She'd been eleven and had found a small boy wandering in the woods. The banshee had taken control and she had hunted the child. Here was prey she could torture and kill without anyone ever knowing. The need rose within her and the banshee showed her just how it wanted the child to suffer.

She'd tried to negotiate with it as before. Concentrating on pushing the image of her being caught at it. It hadn't cared. She'd found herself attacking the boy, reaching out to tear off some of his hair and he'd screamed. She'd gagged him so he couldn't. She'd made a few small gashes in his flesh with her fingernails but had switched to using a rock. It's edge was more jagged and made better wounds.

She'd seen the blood and felt horror at what she was doing but had been compelled to continue. Then she'd been in the tainted light again and Snake had been there with a serious look on her face. She had to learn the final lesson now or else Snake would never come to her again. The banshee would rule her and she would become a monster.

She'd looked through the tainted light at what she'd been told was the center of her being. That from it, if she could bottle the banshee inside her, she would one day have absolute control over her physical, mental, and spiritual aspects. Snake had taught her how to view a metaphysical image of her body and how it worked. She had seen that the banshee controlled everything other than the part that defined who she was, that gave her her identify. She was but a toy to it.

Clumsily she'd reached out with the part of her mind that defined who she was and blocked the images that were pouring through her mind. It had lasted but a second before the banshee reasserted control. From it she had felt confusion but the attack on the boy hadn't stop. She had focused again and blocked the compulsion, the need to hurt. For a short time she'd felt relief, the strain of resisting it gone. But the effort of blocking the compulsion was a whole different type of strain. She couldn't hold it for long.

The boy had been covered in blood. The wounds not yet serious, but getting there. She'd been in a panic. She'd reached beyond what she'd been taught so far and bypassed the nerves that controlled her legs, using those that instead sent pain from them. She'd reversed it. Rather then using them to send pain from her legs to her brain she'd used her brain to send signals to her legs. She'd awkwardly stood and moved away from the boy, forcing herself to walk deeper and deeper into the woods. Inside she'd felt the banshee rage, full of confusion.

She'd nearly decide to commit suicide, but within her she'd felt Snake helping her, driving her on. She'd walked and walked until she had felt the mental and spiritual energies she'd used to accomplish the feat start to dwindle. In a few minutes the banshee would reassert control and rush back to the boy. Not that she had considered it likely that he would still be there. But she couldn't allow it to happen, just in case. She'd found a place to hide, and taking a rock, smashed her legs until both were broken. Now she wouldn't be able to rush back. Then she'd fallen asleep.

For three years she'd wandered the woods. When people came near she'd used the same method to force herself to walk away from them. When she was safely away she would smash her legs so the banshee couldn't hunt them. She healed fast and in a week was able to walk again. She'd learned to make sure she had a source of water at hand though. Thirst had nearly killed her the first time.

Usually she let the banshee run free. Hunting animals after animal. She didn't have the energy to block it every minute of every day. She would have exhausted herself and it would have been able to attack people. She reserved her energy for when people came near and for the times when the banshee tried to walk back to places where they would be. When it did that she smashed her legs. It had learned. Rage as it might it had settled for unleashing its fury upon the animals of the forest. Other than images and compulsions she had found no way to communicate with it. No did she really desire to. It enjoyed the pain it inflicted on the animals. And it enjoyed the pain she felt at their suffering. It have even enjoyed the pain she felt when she smashed her legs. It was truly a monster. She wondered if that was the only thing it could get pleasure from, suffering.

In the meantime she had taken lesson after lesson from Snake who was the only one she had left to talk to. But those lessons had to be short. Entering the place of the tainted light drained her energy, the energy she needed to control her body should people approach. Still, she had learned and controlling her body to force it to run from people had become easier. She had even learned to control the pain her often broken legs caused her. The banshee hadn't like that, being deprived of a source of pain to enjoy. She'd also learned to speed the healing process but she didn't use it. It drained her energies and she couldn't afford that.

One week the area had been full of people. They had worn uniforms and she'd wondered if they were hunting her. The banshee mutilated a lot of animals and it would have drawn attention. She had been forced to move time and time again, not even being allowed a chance to smash her legs least they stumble across her. Even with her legs broken she could have hurt them. Then one day, her energies totally drained, she seen thousands of objects drop around her and emit a small hissing sound. She'd felt numb and hadn't even had the energy to enter the light to see what was happening. She'd fallen asleep.

She'd awoke in a place that was ice amidst burning heat. There had been two other girls there that carried banshees within them. How she knew that she wasn't sure, but she knew it to be true. They had escaped from that place into an area with people. Her energies had been low and she couldn't stop the banshee from hurting people. The sick enjoyment it got from being able to hurt people for the first time since that boy was repulsive. As it was each time it stuck to maim someone permanently she'd blocked the attack, using the little energy she'd had for just a split second. She had focused on how dangerous this place was and tried to negotiate with it. It had run after a while and found a place to hide. An abandoned building. There, for a brief instant, using all her energy, she had managed to take control and smash her legs. During the time it had taken her legs to heal she'd rebuilt her mental and spiritual energies.

She'd repeated that a number of time. Each time her legs healed she'd ran further and further from people. When her energies ran low she'd smashed her legs so the banshee would not be free to hunt. Eventually, after smashing them four times, she'd managed to return to the place she knew. The land of her ancestors.

Now she sat on a ridge overlooking the canyon of the banshees. A fitting place for one possessed by a banshee. She was afraid to return to the place of the tainted light. She'd hurt people. Had smashed bones and slashed flesh. Shame filled her and she wondered what Snake would think. When she'd entered that place during each of the four times she'd ran there had been no sign of her. Had Snake now left her. She sighed and gathered her courage.

Within the light Snake was waiting for her. There was no anger on her face, but then Snake rarely showed emotions. At least not ones that she, Willow, could fully understand. Snake turned towards her.

"You did well." She spoke. "In a place filled with people with no mental or spiritual energy left you still managed to control the banshee to some extent. Enough that no one you hurt will carry the scars for life. And you cut short their torture. At least I think you did. When you pushed the fear of discovery at it only then did it flee. And the others followed. Many of those who were in that place will heal thanks to you. All would have been maimed for life if not for that." Then she bowed to Willow. "I am pleased to be connected to someone so strong." Snake added.

Willow sat down on the floor of the place with the tainted light and cried. Snake sat across from her and waited patiently.

"I didn't see you any of the times when I was running from that place, trying to control it and ..." She burst into more tears.

"When you call me it drains some of those energies. Something you could not afford." Snake explained. "I was watching. Proud of you. Very proud." She leaned forward and hugged Willow. It was a rare gesture. Snake rarely touched her. Willow hugged her back and Snake let her cry on her shoulder.

The blond man, the one whose name she'd forgotten, entered the room. It was embarrassing. She could even recall that he's said people tended to forget his name. And she had done just that.

"Morning Miranda, Morning Jenny." He said. Looking at Jenny he asked. "How are you this morning?"

"Morning." Miranda replied.

"Okay." Jenny answered. She didn't know what else to say.

"A treat for you." He pulled out a small tub and handed it to Miranda. A new recipe I tried.

Miranda looked in the plastic container. It held chocolate squares. "Do I have to share?" She asked, joking.

Ron grinned. "They're for Jenny, so you better hope she's willing to share."

"Oh drats!" Miranda answered, pouting.

Jenny wondered what was in the box. "What is it?" She asked. Miranda took one of the squares out, using a tissue, and let her take a bite. She was stunned. It was beyond delicious. She had never tasked anything like it not even... She frowned.

"Don't like it." Ron asked.

"It's good." Jenny admitted, still frowning. "It just reminded me of something is all."

"If you don't like them I'll bring you something else tomorrow." Ron told her. "I do a lot of cooking."

"They remind me of my sister." She answered.

"Oh." Ron said.

Miranda looked confused. "Why is that bad?"

"I'm a monster remember. When I ran away from home I hurt her bad before I left." She stared at the ceiling, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. "Really bad. I took away the thing she loved the most. My earliest memories are of her. She would get her allowance and she would take me, hand in hand, down to a store just a few blocks away and buy me an ice cream. She could have spent it all on herself but she always got me something too. Even when people knew I was a monster she still cared about me. But then I went and took away the thing she loved the most. She was going to be famous, her paintings were going to be admired by everyone. But I changed that. I made sure she would never paint again." She felt tears running down her face.

Miranda took a tissue and wiped them. She didn't know what to say. She looked at Ron. Obviously he didn't know what to say either.

"Could..." Jenny started to say.

"Could we what?" Miranda asked.

"Nothing."

"You want to know what happened to her right? To your family?" Ron asked.

Jenny looked away. "I guess. I just want to know how's she's doing. But I'm afraid to know. It can't be good. Not with what I did." She sighed. "Why didn't you just kill me? It would have been easier."

"We're not really into killing." Ron told her. "But aside from that, learning about what was done to you teaches us about the aliens. It's not as though they've gone away. We need to know what to do the next time they come back. Why they act the way they do, and how to understand their technology."

Jenny blinked. The alien was gone from her, or so she was told. And there were still two others who were like her. But she hadn't thought about them in the larger context. That they must have a civilization out there and would come back again. "Oh." She finally said.

Ron took a seat next to her and pulled out the Kimmunicator. "Recognize this?" He asked pulling up a screen full of the alien symbols.

She stared at it, but is was just a bunch of weird looking symbols to her. "No." She reluctantly admitted. She wished she could help. "What was that?" She asked.

"A sample of their writing. Impossible to figure it out. At best, if we're lucky, we will be able to reverse-engineer some of their technology. That's basically how we learned to merge and unmerge different species like was done to you. Quite a while back DNAmy found one of their machines and managed to figure out how to replicate some of its functions."

"Oh. Wish I could help." She honestly said, with regret in her voice.

"No big." Ron told her. "Didn't expect you to recognize them. Everything that involved a sense of identify was separate. You had your memories and the alien had its. Though with the control circuits it could manipulate yours."

"Oh." She guessed she could sort of understand that. "Why do they like hurting so much?"

"We don't know. We just know they do. Whereas true psychopaths are rare in humans it might be the case that they are the norm for them."

"So they got ships, and technology, and a home world, and everything?"

"Yeah."

She gulped. It would have been better if she'd just been insane. No matter how strong she was they could have stopped her. But an entire race with technology like that was major.

"Guess I'll be going. I'll be back to bring you lunch Jenny." Miranda waved at them.

"Bye Miranda." Ron said.

Jenny didn't say anything but Ron was watching her and saw her eyes follow the woman out of the Ron. He sat back to think. That looked sort of reminded him of something. Thinking back he recalled what it was. He nearly laughed. He'd seen the same look on Kim's face around seven years ago.

"I'm sure DNAmy and Mrs. Dr. P will be in for a bit later. And there are agents around you can talk to. If you get too lonely just call out okay."

"Okay." She answered.

He smiled at her and left the room to find Miranda. He found her in the kitchen and took the cup of coffee she offered. It was good. She'd been experimenting again and had hit on a blend with a strawberry flavor that was exceptional. He breathed in the aroma and sighed. He took a few sips, watching her.

"Delicious." He said.

"Thanks. I spent ages trying to get it just right. Though I think can improve it a bit more." She liked having her coffee praised as much as he liked feeding people. "So. Just why are you staring at me? You're making me feel like a T-Bone steak with a ninety percent discount on it." She eyed him back.

"Sorry. You know you are cute."

She gulped. "And if Shego was to hear you say that I would be a well done T-Bone steak. Overly well done."

He laughed. The woman had dark brown hair with her one eye being gray. She kept herself fit, as most people working with Global Justice did. Even their kitchen workers had to know some self-defense. And the eye patch did make her look mysterious.

Getting serious he asked. "Which girl took out your eye?"

"The one called Sara." She reached up to touch the eyepatch.

He could tell the question had bothered her. "Sorry." He said. "You know they weren't responsible for that. As one of the people working with Jenny you know the whole story. The thing that did that." He pointed at her eyepatch. "Will be ripped out of the girl and caged somewhere."

She nodded. "Knowing that does help some." She looked back at him. "Still doesn't tell me why you're looking at me like that."

"She likes you." He told her. "Jenny that is."

"Oh?"

"Not sure she even realizes it herself yet. With her life she didn't have much of chance to think about those sorts of things. But the signs are there. She looks at you the way Kim used to look at boys when she was that age. For a second she had the same sort of look in her eyes."

"Oh." She didn't know what to say.

"Not fair of me to ask this but try to spend some time with her. Talk to her. Hormones are pretty powerful and it could help block some of the trauma she's been through." He looked her in the eye. "Like I said, I know it's not fair to ask it of you, not with what you've been through. I wouldn't blame you if you just quit being the one responsible for feeding her."

She thought on it. "I'll think about it." She told him. "Not sure what I will do. She scares me. I'm not like you and Shego and a single hit from her can kill me. I can handle being around her when she's restrained like that but..." She shrugged.

"I understand. I saw her nearly kill Kim and seriously hurt Shego. Or I should say that's what I saw the alien inside her do."

Miranda nodded. "She's pretty nice. You know if she'd been normal we would be around the same age. If I had met a normal twenty-one year old her I think I would have flipped out. She would be cute with that blonde hair and those bright blue eyes."

Ron laughed. "Just remember she is fourteen, or maybe fifteen now. So no ravishing her."

She felt herself blushing.

As DNAmy and Mrs. Dr. P worked on Sara Ron watched. Kim was there too, looking at the girl.

"Same sort of DNA?" He asked.

"Yeah. She's been merged with a Lorwardian too." DNAmy answered.

"What about the control circuits?"

"She has those too." Mrs. Dr. P answered. "She's basically the same as Jenny was."

"When will you separate the two of them?" He asked.

"In a week." DNAmy answered. "My mutator still needs to be repaired. With all that needed to be done with Jenny I didn't have a chance. Plus I need to find a way to add just two more of those cybertronic circuits or it could blow up in the middle of the extraction process."

"Hope there's not another fight like the last time." Ron shuddered. He noticed that Kim shuddered too and ran a hand across her stomach.

"There won't be. I found out why the alien was awake. The mutator read the drug we were using to keep them asleep as belonging to Jenny. So when it separated them all of the drug went to her system, leaving the alien with none. It ended up fully awake. I can set it to divide the drug evenly. They will both be asleep after the extraction process."

"Good." Ron sighed.

DNAmy smiled. "I was in that room too remember. I don't want something like that running around free while I'm there. On the plus side I may also be able to reconfigure the machine to place the control circuits in the alien. It not something that's from either species so I should be able to treat it as any inorganic material."

Ron sat back beside Kim to think. It was weird but DNAmy seemed to have changed since coming to work at Global Justice. He recalled that the biggest complaint she'd had when she had become a villain was that she wasn't given any respect. Her ideas were laughed at and her looks were an often talked about topic. But here she' been given respect as the only scientist in the world who could handle a project such as helping those three girls. People accepted her theories as fact and gave her credit.

He really couldn't blame people for mocking her ideas. They were so far from accepted theory as to be considered crazy. Science had progressed to the point that it could barely take a gene from one species and insert it into another. The very concept of being able to splice two animals together was ludicrous. What DNAmy was doing wasn't just the next step, it was maybe ten steps above what currently accepted theory considered possible. Given she was doing it with living, adult animals, in a few seconds and it was more like twenty steps.

Whatever the reason, the woman, like Drakken, seemed happy. She had a fascinating research project that even her brilliant mind had to struggle with and practically unlimited resources to work on it with.

He turned his attention to Sara. She seemed to be peacefully asleep. There was no hole drilled in her skull. From the MRI and blood work it seemed they knew she was basically like Jenny and had all the information they needed for the separation process. Once the machine had been properly rebuilt and recalibrated she would have her chance at being human again. He wondered what she would be like.

End of Chapter.

Yeah. The third girl has what one would call MMP, or so it seems. Though, unlike Ron who concentrated on the physical aspects of it, I would image most of her time has been spent focusing on the mental aspect so as to control the banshee, as she calls it.