-8-
Nikita stared at the cloning tank. Essentially a reinforced giant fish tank, and filled with a viscous green liquid halfway up, the tank was set up and ready to go. As she checked the temperature, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the sight of the test tube. She had spent the last few months alternating between her self-appointed task in ending Division, tracking down and undermining their operations while using her magical abilities to draw more attention than they would have wanted, and looking for the genetic material she needed to create a new clone body for herself.
Months ago, Nikita had recognised she was getting too big, and she decided it was time to change. It was time for her to go through essence transfer once more. She had simply made too many mistakes in her current incarnation, and it was time to change all of that, and quick. She had been gathering different genetic materials to store in her home, but she would soon be shedding her current body, and moving into a clone of it, and keep any Division investigators off her back, and make them think she was dead so they wouldn't bother her. Nikita had worked it out, she was going to return to the magical world and travel from country to country, and go through different careers, and likely change her identities and bodies.
Nikita had been tempted to simply create a new body, and get a new life in a country like Brazil or Africa, or even France. But if she did that she would just be reliving her life all over again, but unknown to the No-Maj's in Division, she had returned to the magical world from time to time, and only returned because she wanted to simply fulfil her inner desire for adventure which had been ignited with her new perspective in this body.
Brazil or France could wait.
-8-
Nikita put her final plans to end the Division in operation a week later. She had been using her magic to expose them slowly and surely, leaking their activities into the No-Maj presses and media until there was a frenzy; calls to investigate their corruption were becoming louder and louder, and while the Head of Division was being forced to answer for some of the questionable actions his organisation was committing, he was being protected by many in government.
Big mistake.
Some of their support was public, and they just revealed themselves to her. But Division had no idea that Nikita was a witch, dealing with them was far from difficult. With their deaths, along with the deaths of a few other people, it became easier for Nikita's manipulation to include libel in the resulting newspaper stories. Questions of whether or not rogue members of Division were behind the killings or if the Division's victims - in and out of the organisation, such as agents who'd escaped the controlling fist of the Division were responsible, adding more demands for Division and everyone associated with them to be brought to justice.
Nikita wasn't concerned about that, she was too well hidden for that to work and thanks to using her shapeshifting abilities, she was able to become whomever she wanted, and only becoming Nikita Mears when she needed to bring Division to her. After that, she would simply stun the operatives to learn of their plans.
One by one, Nikita hunted down and slaughtered the agents, exposing them to the world before she marched into Division headquarters and warded it, preventing any escape. The sight of her wand earned her a bit of mockery, but that was before they saw what a fully trained witch was capable of.
By the time Nikita was finished, she had the heads of Division cowering in front of her, their weapons and martial arts knowledge hopeless in the face of her power. She tortured them, raped their minds, and then killed them. But before she was done, she hacked their computers and transmitted details of all of Division's most hidden and top-secret secrets to the world before she killed herself, detonating a bomb in the process, and transferred herself to a whole new body.
In the final moments of her second incarnation, and sending her wand ahead, Nikita grinned when the explosion was the last thing she saw…
-8-
….before she woke up in the cloning tank, coughing and spluttering as she tried to get the nauseating taste of the potion out of her mouth. Still, she stood up, yanking the umbilical cord out of her belly button - she would have to remember to clean it out later - and she clambered out of the tank as carefully as she could.
Spotting her wand, Nikita cleaned herself off although she would need a shower, and fast. As she stared at her new self in the mirror, she smiled as she took in the familiar features of her old body. She had a fresh start, now, and she wasn't going to waste it on No-Maj's like Division. Joining them had been a mistake, when she should have just returned home, and let the No-Majs clean up the mess, while she used the time to enjoy life.
For a moment Nikita sobered, and thought about the lives she'd taken because of Division when she didn't have other commitments in the magical world. She wondered what would have happened if that corrupt murderous bunch hadn't targeted them because they were looking for the highest bidder before she dismissed it as unimportant.
Washing herself off in the shower, Nikita considered her options and decided that she was just going to go travelling for a bit and have some fun, but she would be more moderate this time around.
She didn't want to be caught out, ever again.
Getting out, she walked to the wardrobe, picked out a set of witches' clothes, and went to the vanity. After drying herself properly, Nikita used her wand to apply makeup to her face. She put on foundation and rouge, before she applied eyeshadow and mascara, and then applied lipgloss. When she was finished, she smiled at the femininity she was practising. She had been a girl so long now that she had more or less forgotten her past, but her future was in essence transfer.