Well this is like a long time coming. Surprising I didn't try to do this sooner. There is like 5 essay long stuff I would like to talk about Chelsea. But now I want to focus on building her character for the future of Pandora. Get ready. (also beware of more M-Rated content)

Did I lose her?! I must have...I don't see her puppets. Shit I'm in an open field! Can't think right now! Gotta ru-UH! Him!

The blade swings in the speed no human could react to. As much as she stops herself and tries to lean back to avoid it, it was inevitable.

"SWINK! PLURK!"

Her arm was severed. Cut off. Her pain was only equal to her sadness. That her days are numbered. But before hope would be completely diminished...

"KHUF!"

...she felt a sharp pain on her back. Her spine was was shot through. Pain. It felt unbearable as blood came out of her mouth. Her whole body began to feel numb as it falls down hard, to the soft lavender flowers. Her vision to the bright sky.

"Oh...I see..."

Her vision then spots the dead but rage, hateful eyes of a blond masked man in white, with spear in hand. He grabs her by the neck, and puts his spear to her neck.

"...so...it was me...I was the one who needed to be punished...I only wanted to show you what I can do...Tatsumi...and I...I..."

She couldn't finish her thoughts. Her life was slowly and painfully snuffed out, and at that moment, she was gone. No one to mourn her. No one to pay respect to her. Her last memory is a head spiked for the world to see. The expression of cruelty of a world with no salvation. Only pain.

Pain...

Pain...

Pain...

Pain...

Pain...!

Suddenly a pair of red eyes open wide, and a gasp was heard. A girl in auburn hair was gasping for air. She couldn't breath. Dressed in a long white shirt, with black vest, and red pattern skirt. Plus ear muffs with a butterfly symbol on it. Noticeably, her right arm part of her white shirt is torn out, showing her bare right arm. For some reason she can't breath. Like someone is constantly choking her. Excruciating pain is all she feels around her neck. She didn't understood why is this happening to her. All she knows is she is afraid. Afraid of dying in this lonely underground room with no one around to help her. Just then, her vision notices a dark shadow over her. What looks like a creature in a golden mask with emerald eyes of a monster. She tries to scream, but all she could do is gasp and whimper, feeling like she is in hell and is facing the devil himself. She impulsively gets on her knees and tries to crawl away.

But she finds herself cornered. There is now way out. All she can do is raise her hand to this beast and beg to get away from her. However, her throat is in so much pain for that to be possible. The large shadow in the golden mask continues to look at her with no expressed emotion she could comprehend. Eventually it would show its clawed hand, clearly mechanical. "Are you lost...?" It's modified voice asks her.

The girl was startled. His words...he asked her a question? She carefully looks at his eyes, and they are still intimidating, yet his posture shows he kneeled down to be on her level. If he wanted her dead, nothing is stopping him. "uh...I..." Her voice was clearly sore.

This mysterious looming man notices her neck and it is a gruesome sight for even his stature. "You bare scars as well?" He then slowly removes his mask and reveals something that scares the girl even further. "Hideous...isn't it?"

"Uh..."

The man's face is completely burnt all over, his lips completely gone, showing exposed teeth, and fleshy blood red skin overly burned. "I lost my arms and legs. Including my identity, and my wife." He puts his mask back on. "Rest assured though, I am still human. We all bare scars that becomes us for the rest of our lives." The man now alludes sympathy as he honestly wishes to help her. With this in mind, could she trust him?

She felt a sharp pain in her neck again, she huddles her legs together, tightly clenching her whole body, trying to fight the pain. It feels like she is being slowly decapitated. "Ugh...why...why is this..." Her voice shakes heavily. Just then she has flashes. Memories of some...unearthly monster. It looked...like an imp from hell. Its skin so pale. Hair black like an abyss. Her eyes are as dark as the void and are big as the most unearthly insects. Unfeeling. Inhuman. A monster from hell itself.

"RIP HER INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES!"

Her voice distorted into the young ladies mind. Her head now hurts from this repressed memory. "...no...please...don't..." Tears roll her eyes. She wasn't sure why this is happening to her. She didn't do anything wrong. Did she? But just then, something holds to a rolling down tear off of her cheek, which she noticed.

The masked man looks at it with her shark claw of a finger holding onto the droplet. "What ever happened to you, I won't let anything harm you." He crushes the tear with his robotic fingers and then extends it in front of her. "What is your name?"

The girl thought of it. Her mind is in complete shambles. She couldn't focus, until she could find a name. Unsure what it means, but she only lets out what she could find in her dark void where her memories should be. "...Ch-Che...Chel...sea..."

"Chelsea. Is that your name?" He asks, which Chelsea promptly nods. "I see." He would stand up with his hand still there for her to take. She slowly places her hand carefully towards his. But as soon as they make contact...

"SWINK! PLURK!"

Her vision sees her right arm completely cut off right in front of her, with lavender petals flying everywhere. She yelps as she falls to the wall she was leaning on. She was hyperventilating, unable to breath properly. The masked man could tell she was going through a panic attack and knows if not treated, she will lose her life. He then softly places his hands on her shoulders. "Breath. I said breath." He tells her. "In the nose, out the mouth. Do you understand me?"

Eventually the one named Chelsea is slowly, but surely breathing in and out. It hurts. So much. But she would slowly get into rhythm. Breathing in through her nose, then out her mouth. In the nose, out the mouth, repeat. "Focus on my voice. Sway away all these memories for now. Think of the present. Not your past. Use your eyes. Where are you? What are you?"

After listening to him, Chelsea would realize something. "...I...I don't know..." Her eyes was filled with sadness and uncertainty. "I...don't know...what...I...am..."

The masked man begins to understand. She has little memories of her past, yet she is haunted by something very traumatizing. She won't survive long without help. He already dragged a lost child into his own schemes, but leaving her here is barely a mercy. There was something about her that made her not normal. Sure her appearance makes her innocent looking, but he could tell there is something out of the ordinary. He can sense it deep inside the scared young woman. "Come with me...and I will assist you in finding your place in this world."

Chelsea looks at him again. She couldn't believe that she is offered the same one. Fear is making her hesitate in the simplest questions. She grits her teeth, and just grabs his hand. She doesn't care who he is anymore. She wants to live her own life again. She coughs out, trying to fix her damaged throat enough so she can speak more clearly. Although it caused her to cough a little bit of blood out of her mouth. "...ugh..."

"Don't overly exert yourself..." He is not gonna pretend he knows what even happened to her, but he knows her body is fragile and hasn't any noticeable strong muscle on her. He would notice something odd though. Something on the ground. "Wait here." He walks over to the item and sees what looks like a white box with a red and white lined pattern on the sides, resembling her skirts own pattern. He grabs it carefully and presents it to her. "Does this belong to you?" He asks.

Chelsea was confused on this thing. She has no memory of it, yet she feels connected to it. "...I..." She slowly grabs it and takes it for herself. Out of instinct, she hugs it hard, like some sort of companion she was close to for so long. Eventually, she opens up this mysterious box and reveals three compartments. Full of make up equipment. All kinds of brushes, lip sticks, etc. One she notices the most is the small mirror right in front of her, seeing her reflection. She finally sees who she looks like. A beautiful girl, with long bright auburn hair, and ruby red eyes, with pale fair skin. However...what got her attention mostly is a huge scar on her neck. She feels it, and it was a very deep scar that surrounds her whole neck.

The man noticed it before, but even he can't help but wince at the sight of it. She was very fixated on it, wondering how she got it. Did someone try to hurt her? Who did it? But just then, the dark one slowly closes the box to the girls startlement. "Now is not the time to be distracted by the past. We must move on." He takes her right hand, and gently helps her up on her feet. She gets used to standing as she slowly bares her surroundings. "Come. There is someone I wish to introduce you to." She gives an understanding nod as she follows him. Despite his sharp fingers, and how they are pinching her hand, he tries his best not to really hurt her. And it feels...strange. Feeling pain on her bare right hand. It feels relieving that she can feel her hand at all. Although she is unsure why.

Time passes and she is walking with the masked man, who is cloaked with his poncho. Chelsea too was given one too. She looks up to see a city she never witnessed before. Buildings as tall as the heavens themselves, and bright enough like the stars from the sky. Her eyes were in tranced by such beauty. The mysterious man noticed she stopped and grabbed her hand again to drag her out of her trance. Despite him moving her around the city, she is still very much glaring at the city around her.

Eventually, they enter an apartment. Chelsea looks to see it not anything expensive. Something inconspicuous. She can tell he is trying to hide in plain sight. For someone who is wearing a mask, it goes without saying. (not saying that she would want him to show off his true face for the world to see) He would throw away his poncho to a hanger. "I'm home."

Chelsea then sees a blonde girl in a black shirt and dress. "Papa!" She shows excitement in seeing her father again. Only to see the stranger he found. "Papa, who is this?"

He gives his response. "This is Chelsea. I found her lost underground." He turns to the visitor. "Chelsea, this is my daughter, Elizabeth. She helps me in my...activities." Chelsea could tell the girl is not liking the idea of having a guest in their house. After some time and a bottle of water for her throat, the three are eating together. They seem to spend their money on their food since its home made steak with rice. Elizabeth seems to know how to cook very well, since she can't see this masked guy being able to cook with hands like his. Chelsea notices she wasn't given the steak and only the mashed potatoes due to the kids reluctance to accept her. Although its probably for the best. Her throat probably wouldn't handle it anyways.

Loser also seems to only take mashed potatoes as well. Considering his condition. Chelsea can't help but notice Elizabeth seemingly unphased by her fathers horrible disfigurement. "So Chelsea..." His voice startles the guest. "Is there anything you remember about yourself right now?"

The auburn visitor thinks hard on it, but her name is all she could clearly remember. "...I...don't know..."

"So you don't know anything rather than your name? How convenient..." Elizabeth lets out her honest opinion. Chelsea knows how that sounds, yet its true. It didn't make it any less disheartening though.

"Try not being rude to our guest Elizabeth." The mystery man told his daughter.

"But Papa, don't tell me your gonna have her live with us!" Elizabeth said in a begging tone. "We can take care of ourselves!"

"But what about her? Can she take care of herself?" He responds. She is suffering through trauma that initiated her memory loss. Someone must have tortured her. Whoever it is, must be a very inhuman monster who has no compassion. Something I will not wish even to my worst enemies. With that said, she is a broken mass of flesh at this point, and will eventually fall to fear. And it will be all but a waste. Besides, remember when we found each other?"

This gives the blond girl pause. "Wait...so she's adopted...?" Chelsea thinks to herself. Thinking on it made her rather interested in this 'family.'

The daughter would groan as she just drops the topic, continuing her meal. The father turns to the guest. "Something on your mind?"

The sudden question startled Chelsea. He is very perceptive. "Well..." Her voice is still a little hurting, but thinking about this family is making her ignore it for now. So she decides to focus only on them. "Um...well, I never got your name." She asked with a small but forced smile.

The man would slightly flinch. "Hm. Your right. It was rude of me. Although I don't go by a name anymore. But people call me Loser."

"Loser?" Chelsea raises her brow in confusion. "Is...that a joke?"

The one apparently called Loser would reply to her skepticism. "It was a name given to me."

"Hm. From an insult I'm sure." The auburn one states.

"Heh..." Chelsea couldn't tell if he was frowning or smirking. "Well I couldn't blame them seeing how what I do for a living."

Chelsea tilts her head. "And that is?" She is genuinely curious. Judging from the pause, it will be a long explanation.

Some time later, Chelsea heard of Loser's profession. "So let me get this straight, you publicly try to rob expensive artifacts only to fail, at the end. But really, its a front so you can take their highly secret Numbered Coils." He nods. "Okay...fair enough." Chelsea lets it go. Only to think of a little detail. "...what's a coil?"

Loser is a little turned off from that. "You don't know what a coil is?"

"No. Should I?" Chelsea's voice begins to recover slowly.

"Hmph!" Elizabeth couldn't believe this lady. "You must be kidding. Everyone knows about coils! They run pretty much everything in this world!"

Chelsea didn't like being treated like an idiot when she clearly doesn't know what coils are. As far as she knows, she wouldn't know them even with all of her memories. Loser can tell there is tensions going on. "That's enough girls. If you genuinely don't know about coils, it's not a problem. I just so happen to be an expert in that field. So I'll teach you to the best of my ability."

"You'd...really do that? Why even go that far for a stranger like me?" Chelsea did feel grateful for someone to help her, but is confused of why would he. Then something came over her mind. A feeling of guilt. "I mean...if I was hurt that badly...then I must have deserved to be...punished..." A feeling from another time she is unable to describe.

Loser looks down on her shameful mood and then walks up to her and grabs her shoulder. "You mustn't think that way."

"Huh?" Chelsea looks up to see his burnt face. She could tell there is anger in it, despite his disfigurement.

He goes face to face with hers, which is very unpleasant in her view. "Humans are capable of such horrors and evil. So do not show sympathy for those who has none for you. Believe me. Monsters exist, and they are all in human form." He would point to her neck, then his face. "I will make the bastard who done this to me, and killed many other innocent people pay with his life. And if you wish to, I will hunt down the one who hurt you if it will ease your pain." He then puts his mask back on. "We are both hurting, broken humans. That much we have in common. What I do is not in the accordance of the law. However, the law is more concerned with keeping the status quo up than actually bringing justice. It will be dangerous to follow us. You can live a normal life, and I can make sure of it. However, can you live a normal life?"

Chelsea was in deep thought of this offer. Can she live a normal life? Whatever is normal in her definition. Whatever life that led her to this scar on her neck must have been hell or at least gotten into hell by the end. Something she is afraid to find out, yet she has nothing without them. It is something that will haunt her unless she gets the full context. If the truth is out there somewhere...then maybe she could live her life..."Can you...help me remember...who I am?" Chelsea's voice is less sore sounding and is with more resolve.

Loser notices it. "I can't promise you anything. But if I know anything about memories and dreams, it all comes back to Dimension W..."

Chelsea was unsure what he meant by that, but she could tell he knows what he is talking about. He mentioned he has an expertise on the coils. Perhaps he could help her. Or at least the closest person who could. She does wonder herself if she could even help him. Does she even have any skills within her?

After weeks with the Mysterious Loser, apparently she found out that she did. Her instincts is second to none. And that make up box apparently had a strange power in it. Something she made full use of. "Papa? I thought you were outside."

'Loser' stands before the young blonde. "Elizabeth. My child. A thought had occurred to me. I haven't spanked you hard enough."

"Eh?!" Elizabeth saw her father approach her with its arms about to reach her. "AH!" In complete shock and bafflement, she runs away to her room.

Eventually Loser's body combusts into smoke, revealing a laughing Chelsea. "Ha ha ha ha! Wow, the look on your face was soooo priceless!" Along with a new outfit. Now wearing a white vest, with a black jacket over it, and instead of a red, but a black dress with red patterns this time, and replacing her ear muffs for the up to date headphones as she took a major liking to music now.

The daughter of Loser hears her laughing and opens her door to see it was indeed a disguise. "What?! It was...How dare you!" She points at the trickster. "Did you steal Papa's clothes just to trick me?!"

"Please. Like I'd be that desperate. It was thanks to this bad boy!" Chelsea shows off the box. "Turns out this thing allowed me to look exactly like the boss! Even sound like him, down to his modulated voice!"

Elizabeth grits in anger. "I refuse to believe a useless box with no coils in it would allow you to be better at disguises than me!"

"Hey it is what it is. This magic thing right here is the real deal. Really lucky it was around me when the boss found me." Chelsea's attitude slowly but eventually progressed to be more chippier than she was when she was discovered. (much to Elizabeth's annoyance) "Despite it merely giving me cosmetic changes, it perfectly gives me the shape of the boss. I don't have his abilities of course. But I just so happen to figure out I can do the same thing for other animals like birds and cats! How cool is that?"

The young disciple has never seen such a thing possible at all. Not even the biggest coils would be able to literally transform any person or animal like that. "That is impossible! I refuse to believe that!"

Chelsea smugly smirks as she transforms into Elizabeth herself, much to the originals shock. "Seeing is believing little puppy." She said in her own voice.

Elizabeth is livid. "How dare you!"

Just then, Loser opens the door, which stopped their bickering. He walks in, along with a young girl in a red hood, carrying what Chelsea could describe like a giant metal brick. "Uh, boss? Who is this?" She asked, not helping but think this scenario feels familiar.

"I found her lost." Loser simply said.

Elizabeth was now getting annoyed by this. "Papa, you are not telling me you are adopting this one too."

He looks down on the very nervous and clearly confused girl in black hair with red accents, and silver eyes. And a very bright red hood on her. He seems to be deep in thought, something Chelsea knows all too well. Later, while the new girl is being taught by Elizabeth, Chelsea approaches her new boss who already taught her enough stuff to get by. "Hey boss." She enters his room, noticing a chair full of wires and machines that is possibly powering his robotic limbs. It does give him a bit of a fragile feeling. Something she is not used to.

"Do you have something to talk about?" He speaks up.

"Well...just something in mind." Chelsea had something in mind. Although unsure how to really put it. So she starts with something else to begin with. "The stuff you been showing me? The city. The tech. The devices. Just everything...it was all amazing! I can't help but be overwhelmed by it all. Including the internet. It's pretty miraculous and convenient. So much information to absorb. It is a little strange how behind I was, but I read up a lot of stuff for the past weeks, and I think I got the gist of it." Loser continues to listen, knowing she is just spinning her wheels at this point. "And your profession of knowing coils had me interested. So much so that I done some digging. Including at a certain incident months ago involving certain scientists that is involved in coil research."

"Hm..." Loser lets out. He is clearly listening everything she said, crystal clear.

Chelsea continues. "Easter Island. One of Earths most popular tourist attractions, reduced to a dead island. All due to a science accident with Numbered Coils involved. Although they said it was merely a terrorist attack." Loser glares at her, menacingly. But Chelsea continues regardless. "There was no sign of any survivors. At least that's what the news say. The incident said to have killed one of the smartest scientists out there. With your smarts and know-how, I do wonder if...maybe...just maybe...?" She leaves it open for his response.

Loser would be silent for a bit. Despite Chelsea's best effort to smile about her detective skills, she is a little nervous with Loser's silent treatment. "For someone who has all but her memories lost, you adapted quite fast than anyone I know. You remind me of my late wife in that sense." That last comment catches Chelsea off guard. "But...if you must know...then yes. I was a scientist that was involved in the illegal conducts going on in Easter Island. But it was against my will. I was lied to, believing the higher ups will take our lively-hoods away. But really we were made to be Guinea pigs for a sick man. I seen many of my colleagues sacrificed one by one. Like lambs to the slaughter..."

The words coming out of him sounds like a horror in on itself for the auburn haired girl. He wasn't kidding with what he mentioned weeks ago. Those nasty burns in his face was dealt to him by a truly evil man. Yet, a part of her believes it. Deep inside, she knows what kinds of evil humanity is capable of. She isn't sure how though. "So...I'm guessing that's why you are barely clinging to life. For revenge?" Said with a tone full of pity.

There was an air of tension, but also sympathy in the room. "We all must have resolve to truly live our lives to the fullest. Vengeance is a poison that is already consuming me. But it's not just my vengeance. It's the vengeance of all the people who lost their lives. And I will not die unless they are all avenged. It matters not if I need to be punished. As long as that BASTARD takes the worst punishment..." He said with determination. Despite his fragile state at the moment, his conviction feels truly powerful.

Chelsea can't help but be intimidated, but also moved by his determination. Now she knows this man is not out for himself. Sure a scary guy, but he means well. It gives her a comforting feeling. In moments when she is alone, she finds herself scared of this demonic imp that screams for her limbs to be torn. They never go away. But she knows she is fine. Cause she is alive. She is still continuing to working for a good cause. Whatever future she holds, she will take it in stride, knowing she is not alone anymore.

Just then Loser's chair chimes, as he stands up, his arms and legs fully charged. "Now then, lets get to work." His left arm, and legs brightened up with the power of the three Numbered Coils. He is missing two. One for his right arm, and chest. It's a questionable choice, but he seems to have a plan in mind. The forth one has been missing lately, which has him on edge lately. So he is gonna rely on her and the new girls help.

"Hm...he should be grateful I agreed on his little crusade. Cause I just so happen to find this dangerous life fun." Chelsea walks out with Loser leading. With Elizabeth and the new girl following. Before they leave, she carries her magic box. But not before stopping then rushing back to get something she forgot. A collar to hide her neck scar. Satisfied, she catches up with the others, going to another mission.

To be Continued...in Pandora: Spring of Genesis...

Hope you enjoy this one. This was both hard, but also a blast writing something Chelsea related. Seeing how she was probably one of the most disrespected character in the whole series. (which is saying a hell of a lot) I want to bring respect to the character again, and this I feel is one of the first steps to this. Thanks for reading. And be sure to check out the remake of Spring of Genesis I'm currently working on!