Chapter Eleven
Sitting in the dark in his office, Aloysious O'Hare injects himself with more and more chips. A tingly, yet burning sensation fills him for each chip. He feels a strange strength, like he could pull down a mountain, even with his diminuitive size. He smirks and goes to his latest invention. He knew of monofilament wire used for garroting, and knew he could "do himself one better". He opens a wall safe in his office, revealing a pair of small gloves, made to fit his tiny hands. He puts them on and powers them up. They hum, and silver-blue lasers emerge from the fingertips and hang loose like strings. He's ready for them.
Once-ler, 38, 86, and Sylvester enter the room, bloodied, but ready to go. O'Hare turns to them and fires up his gloves. They hum and the silver-blue lasers fire up. With a flick of a wrist, he cuts through 86 and 38 and they fall to the ground. Once-ler and Sylvester charge him, dodging lasers as they both drill him in the face. Once-ler drives him to the ground while Sylvester stomps his chest.
"Stop, boys. Let's let him see what an Operator truly is." Once-ler and Sylvester stand back and let 86 and 38 do what they ask. The two women begin to turn as pale as milk and their once-gold eyes turn black and grow into massive saucers. Their mouths vanish, as do their noses and their hair falls out. Their clothing fades, leaving blank, white bodies. Their hands elongate and their fingers come into long, white talons. Leathery, white wings emerge from their backs and spread. Aloysius O'Hare screams.
"What-what the hell are you?!" He shouts, forcing himself against the wall, trying to put as much space between himself and the two Naturals as he could. The two of them fly to him, laughing mouthlessly.
"We're what you wish you could be. We're the real thing, booster-seat." They grab him and start to eviscerate him with their bare hands until nothing is left. The Once-ler and Sylvester simply stand there while their Progenitors kill O'Hare. After he lies dead, the two of them transform back. Once-ler watches 38. Her coat is the first to come back, wrapping her in a black mist before forming into the trench coat he'd come to know so well. Her eyes shrink and the gold irises return, along with the slit pupils. Her skin darkens slightly and her blood-red hair returns, long. She whips it into the air and brings it down, it uniting into her trademark ponytail. She was the 38 he knew again.
Sylvester watches 86. Her skin darkens to its "human" shade. Purple and blue swirl around her, making her t=shirt and jeans. Her brown boots form on her feet and her chin-length, black bob returns, just as her eyes return to normal-at least, normal for her. The four of them Blink back to HQ, happy to tell the Master the news.