Episode 9: Val's Lie!
TEAR.
"I will rip them all apart!!"
CRY.
"I will rape their kids and their kids' grandkids till none of them dares to betray me!!"
HOLLOW.
"I wanted this to be different! Why did they betray me?!"
REASON.
SPACE.
MEANING.
SHOOT.
LUCK.
IMPORTANCE.
FAMILY.
Are things Val never cared to possess at all before.
Her indifference towards the poverty of the weak, the oppressed, the fallen, the lowest of the lifeforms, the no ones.
She had become the consequence to million of lives.
So now, what?
6 Months Later...
On a planet called Fazhir-Lhan Empriem Zelles, covered by gems and white arnaments discovered by its population for their gods.
"Y-you can open your eyes, M-my dear child.. Y-you lost so much but y-you still stand strong, t-though you can't stand a-anymore."
In one of the most beautiful shelters known as Fazhir-Lhan Chowk, described in the myth as an entrance for the inhabitants when they will be in need of--Anyway, not that it matters.
This place was seen as precious, so precious that none dared to make way there.
Except a mad lizardman who made the place his secret lab where he conducted experiments on a lot of corpses.
And then, there was bloodied upper body that this mad guy put his hand on. An expert at cloning dead corpses, he was certain that if that corpse had feet, he would gain an overly more accessible information on what happened.
To which he didn't lose time to work on.
One thing he was ignoring, that corpse was not dead.
It was just waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.
"M-my little child is having difficulties revealing her memories to me.. Y-you see, in the world of s-s-science, a thing called m-memory of the limbs e-exist. And sometimes, it unlocks the subway to the conscience that allows me to reconnect the puzzle together. A good clone proces-s takes place when the brain which works at most one fifth of its capacity has no errors, but missing members can lead to mistakes that will affect the clone lifelong. But no worry, m-my child, I won't embarass your legacy. I-I will take care of you."
The mad lizardman wasn't lying in his process.
But he didn't specify why.
Part of the Scientific Branch of The Absolute Order, the mad lizardman scientist was tasked to create clones that would never bear any errors.
Perfect ones that would seek goodness in everything.
Beings that would fight evil at all cost.
Even if it would cost them their lives.
Some sort of Kamikaze..
"Such a young woman, so much you could have done and yet, here is your state. Why would someone go this far to get rid you like this. A hole in the torso, ripped lower body, calluses and cuts all over the upper body. It's like someone unleashed her fury on you."
The Mad Lizardman was ordered one thing; to never question the corpse's condition.
But this one was peculiar.
It was different from the others.
It was as if the resentment was affecting the mad guy.
His thoughts entwined, his pasts surfacing back, his belief being crushed.
That feeling was obviously such a dark pressed presence in captivity.
"Such anger filling me! What it happening!? Words are blinding me from all sides!!"
*Crack!*
When suddenly, his body was crushed to dust.
He didn't suffer, it was a 'paisible' death.
"...My feet are back.. But something's strange. I can feel myself somewhere else.."
That corpse that looked like she was on the verge on falling down, levitated her body as walking was an impossible feat to do right now.
Hovering over to a strange capsule, she opened it and:
"...Hello, are you my mommy?"
A younger version of the corpse which was obviously Val.
Astonished to see herself from a few years back, the older version Val smirked a shallow smile before saying this:
"Looks like we are on for a good lie. Hey buddy, want to help me kill someone?"
Like I said earlier, clones created by the Absolute Order were to be good and not evil.
But the clone of this one was different.
A Palpatin was to dominate and take.
And Val's little her was to agree with the older version.
"Yaayy! When can I start killing?"
~To Be Continued~