Memories of the Past, Chapter IV

She didn't call herself by any other name than the one she knew, responding only to that one she had known all her life. So to speak, actually. She knew well by now that the name didn't belong to her, just like her two sisters who stuck with her since their beginning. Lucy? Batshit, the true Lucy was back in the states, stalking not prey, but the deadliest of supernatural predators of all sorts, described in myth and elusive ones with no notable survivors to live and tell tale of. This Lucy had stuck back from that pastime, allowing the one true Lucy to live about the rest of her life combating these shadowy menaces. All this one could do was live pretending that Lucy's campaign was her own. Sure, the skills and sixth sense were all there, but the albino clone had not ever been involved in that life until, and once upon a time, she had been shot to death by the male cellular parent who helped bring her to life. Involuntarily, of course.

Fake Lucy had not said a word about the two doppelgangers the cloaked sorcerer had molded after her and the real Lucy to anyone, but that didn't amount to the two not being threats later down the line. Surely they wouldn't be, at least that's Lupa believed when they came to mind. There had to be a joke in there somewhere, so that she may have her laugh and call it a sick sort of amusement. Clones. Yeah, just more clones as if her existence wasn't enough for them.

But that's all she was to the world. A clone, and therefore expendable in a way. A telekinetic super with no other reason to exist other than to be a human weapon. Oh wait, that was it! That was the joke! But she didn't laugh or form a smile at it. If anything, it was a joke meant to insult and ridicule her. Science mumbo jumbo, notes coming together to plan her creation. Hers, theirs, and they'd all meet an end. Fucked up, and she hated it. She hated it and wanted out, which was why she was here in Grimmtown trying to live a life of harmony and positivity with the girls and the rest of the phenos with the same wish as her. They'd pose no issue to any U.S. citizen or government official or not be involved in such affairs. Of course, it wouldn't be over that easily for them considering they were all there.

Lucy stayed at the bat habitat of the town zoo, contently admiring the sleeping bats that hung upside down, within those small caves of over nine feet high. Bats, according to her, a type of nocturnal bloodsucker that did not come from literature or mythology. A predator of the night, an untamed animal she wished to get for herself to love and keep. Perhaps a baby one. She set one hand upon the glass so that these bats now may feel her presence, know she was there and to also know that she worshipped them in general. But did they ever sense it? Could it be that even one of these bats were able to do such a thing?

Bats, such majestic creatures in her eyes, swift silent movers of the dark with the only few primitive purposes; eat and reproduce.

So then, why was it that Lucy longed to make such a wild creature a docile house pet?

Lupa faced the dark sky, devoid of all the light save for the half moon and the coating of space stars millions of light years away. She flew up and never bothered looking down, rising to get a good feel of how she perceived a bat's common time in the air to be. She had gone up around before, but hadn't spent too much time in the lonely darkness, and where the space beneath had been rather empty over a busy city like New York. The crickets' harmonic melody faded from her ears.

Higher and higher...

"One day, I'll have you..."

Lupa had gone high up enough to see lights of other settlements in the distance. Other towns, cities perhaps, but far for her to bother checking out even if she willed it.

"And I'll call you Fangs and I will love you forever," the young Lucy told the sleeping bats with enthusiasm.

Lupa extended her arms far apart and went into a freefall, letting herself spin about in the air. Her clothes dragged open, sleeves brushing open carelessly and roughly, and the hood of her sweater was almost a parachute but not big enough to decrease the freefall speed. Lupa was a rock now, gaining coldness in all places her skin had been exposed.

Closer to the custom lampposts down there, just falling...

A bat stretched its wings, mesmerizing the young girl. You betcha she wanted a bat, but did a bat want her? And the waking bat dove down.

Lupa had become that very bat Lucy had seen, but one such winged creature trapped in a habitat. The correlation was clear, but eye-opening to her character. That poor Lupa, a dearly youthful creature of uniqueness, but so slavishly chained to the burdens by those before her, molded to a life she wished wasn't- these were the invisible glass panels that made up her world and kept her confined to it.

She was a bat, engulfed in dark clothing, able to fly, and her lifespan continued to count downwards. Wherever she may fall, she hoped it was close to her pair of sisters. That's all she could really do, once she lived out her artificial life, however long that was.

August 7th, 2030

Voices. Footsteps. Echoes of loud and soft sizes. Lupa was running about trying to get back topside when the base was going on self-destruct mode. She ran until she slapped herself silly upside the head and soared through the corridors after a leap, cheating her body to live. And all seemed lost for her when, right after the others had escaped, and having spotted Leven in the huge hangar, the main explosion had gone off, taking them both to have a direct taste of hell's ravenous wrath. Lupa knew once more how deadly fire could be, how painful it was, and with her screams that proved as her eulogy, Lupa gave in, deeming Lacy/clone-Lynn safe now.