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random chunk of the transcript for when Nightmares and Fairytales come in


She felt a blistering rage inside herself every time she rememberedBreanna's last intelligable words to her. Their father, their onlylink, was not the giant, aspiring mutant creature she had been broughtup to believe he was. Instead he was a mere human intellectual, altereddue to his own blindness and carelessness by some freakish chemical,transformed into a form he could actually be proud of. She didn't killhim when she blasted him with the weapon she thought would rip himapart. She only changed him back. It made her sick, sometimes, to thinkthat the people who were responsible for her existence were the oneswho, in what was only a matter of time, would soon be burning under thered hot fury of their overloading sun. They gave her life. In return,she would give them hell.

Her thoughts of loathing were interrupted as Bulldog almost crashedinto her as she made a turn down an intersection of steely hallways. Hequickly apologised and hung his head, sorry to have gotten in her way.

"Bulldog, cut the suck-up nonsense. I'm not mad or anything." she toldhim. Boredom oozed from her voice. She was glad he had arrived. Theycould face what was ahead of them together. Not that she couldn't do italone.

Bulldog seemed to brighten, "I haven't felt so good in a long time." henoted, "It's like everything we've ever worked toward, and... andeverything we've sacrificed is paying off!"

Baracia grinned, "Well, it's just beginning right now. And if it feels good now, you just wait."

"I think it's because of what happened the other day with the Power girls. I mean... that's progress, right?"

"Not until we get some answers." Baracia shrugged. They were on theirway to get them now, "But the good thing is there's no going back now."

"How long until..." he lowered his voice, "...you know..."

"A matter of days." Baracia said with a huge grin. "Here we go..." shepointed to the large double doors ahead, which read 'Containment Unit'.

"That fight was awesome; I wanna do it again!" Bulldog beamed, makingBaracia chuckle a bit. "The Power girls looked devastated, didn't they?Belle melting in front of them like that! I loved every moment!"

Baracia stopped outside the doors and pressed a small input beside it.She nodded, sharing his elation. But her cheeriness ebbed away quickly,"Too bad it was just a trick..." she muttered, and they both enteredthe parting opening. She took a few steps into the room and halted,folding her arms and smirking, "Check the scanners. I wanna have somefun." she asked of him. Then she stepped forward some more, her smirkfixed on her face, "Well well well... not too big and tough now, arewe?"

"Go to hell..." was the reply. In the center of the room's unexcitingfloor was a large circular pod, built into the plating and glowing ontop like a beacon. It projected dim rays of light upward, toward anidentical pod hanging from the roof. It was a simple tractor beamdevice, idea for holding stuff in place. Several robotic arms builtonto the walls had extended toward the unit, little sensors on theirtips, taking all sorts of readings. The unit was active, and it heldits occupant in place a few feet off the floor. Baracia thought shelooked miserable. Good. She wanted her to be miserable. It helped inthe demoralising process. Wouldn't take long at this rate to break her.

Baracia smiled sweetly, hands behind her back, walking toward the unitslowly, "Mind your manners, Belle. You're the guest here after all."

Belle hung limply in the middle of the tractor unit, arms limp by hersides. She was completely undamaged apart from a few bruises and a tearupon her arm that had a brownish-red substance coating and surroundingit, dry and brittle. Dark gray anklets and bracelets were claspedaround her wrists and legs, but the unit did not need their help tokeep her in place. She looked terrible, her eyes sullen, "I don'trecall accepting your invitation."

Baracia giggled, "You're cute when you're pissed off."

"I've been here for over a day... and I've had no sleep..." Belle growled, "I'm only gonna get cuter, then..."

"You don't need sleep, you're beyond that." Baracia growled with adismissive wave. Bulldog was checking a work station nearby that waslinked to the four sensor arms.

"I need to regenerate, then!" Belle retorted, jerking herself forward,but the tractors pulled her back into place. This room, empty asidefrom the boring robotic equipment and the annoying hum of thecontainment unit, was her prison. Grumpy was an understatement.

Baracia shrugged, "Not my fault you turn to human maintenance. Livelike a human and it quickly becomes uncomfortable. Not my fault at all."

Belle hissed, her hair falling across her face, "They'll find you....They'll find this ship and destroy it! They'll find this unit and shutif off... and... then I'm gonna kill you!"

Baracia beamed, "Not gonna happen. You see, to them it looked like youwere disintegrated into sandy ash, all that was left of their poorlittle adopted sister. They have no idea that the light masked thetranslocator beam that brought you up here. The ash, remnants of theformer crew of this ship, was sent down in your place. They thinkyou're dead. And they won't come for you. You're alone again... mylittle sister."

Belle hissed, "Do NOT call me that!"

"We've more in common than what you have with those three. You, atleast, have the chance to realise that. Breanna was past the point ofno return. And before you ask, no. That blast that consumed her was notmasking a translocator beam. It was genuine."

Belle shook her head, "You never gave up, did you... this was your plan!Rip me away from them and make me yours again! Even after everythingBreanna told you!"

"I don't care if what she said was solid truth or just some stupid lie!" Baracia retorted, "It doesn't change our destiny."

"DESTINY!?" Belle spat, "What the hell would YOU know of destiny!? Ifyou followed your true destiny, you'd be nothing more than a burnt-outwreck back at Stone! That way, your future would be up to Daddy, and ifhe did bring you back, we could live together as a family! And I wouldnever have known about Daddy's secret! And I'd never have to bringBreanna into existence and take care of her by myself. And... and I'dNEVER have seen all the suffering that you caused! I don't care whatkind of destiny you believe in, Baracia, because ours always lied withour creator!"

"Bell-"

Belle continued, ignoring her, "We could have been together! We couldhave been HAPPY! But those jerks from the Cluster took you and made yousick in the head! They changed you and... and influenced you! And nowyou think you're some sort of messiah that's gonna change the way theuniverse works for the better! You don't need me! You don't needANYONE!"

"Belle!" Baracia tried again, but was cut off.

"WE'RE NOT SISTERS ANYMORE!" Belle screamed, the tractors unable to holdthe tiny tears that fell from her eyes in place. "WE'RE NOTHING TO EACHOTHER!"

"Belle stop being a frackING MORON!" Baracia screamed back, even louder.The room went completely silent for a moment, apart from theuninterrupted rumble of the ship's engines and the hum of thecontainment pods. Then Baracia composed herself, "Forgive my French..."

Belle snarled, her teeth just as white as her hair.

Baracia shook her head, "You're so ungrateful. What I am trying to dois help you. I want you to share in the prize that we seek. I want tohelp you fulfill our father's dream, and maybe even make a name for himdespite everything he was! Why can't you just SEE that, Belle!? Ofcourse I never gave up! Not when someone as sophisticated andincredible as you is stuck in a sub-standard existence. There are nodistractions anymore. None of those Power girls liars to sway you back. Ihave you, Belle." she floated up toward her, "I have you right where Iwant you..." she leaned in close to Belle's face and whispered to her,"I'm going... to make everything right again." she spoke in a voice sohushed it was almost loving, "I am going to fix you."

"Fix me!?" Belle seethed, trying her best to writhe from the holdingmachine's grip but failing, "You're the one that needs fixing!Everything that you've done is the work of some long-dead technician'sfoolish programming! What is it about ME that needs fixing after whatYOU have done!?"

Baracia chuckled, backing away, averting her gaze, "Hehe, yeah.... what indeed..."

Belle grumbled to herself.

Baracia suddenly lashed out with a pair of pitch-blade blades that hadpopped out from her fingers, the streaks of shadow whipping up soquickly that Belle barely had time to close her eyes. A horrid rippingsplit her ears and a tremendous searing pain engulfed her face,stinging and searing and tormenting brutally. She gave a scream ofcomplete anguish as her face was ripped open, falling forward a littledespite the tractor's hold. She felt something ooze down across hernose, onto her lips and chin, dripping to the floor.

Baracia roared, "THAT IS WHAT NEEDS SO MUCH GODDAMN FIXING!"

Belle's simulated breaths came in rattling rasps, her tears mixing withthe crimson fluids pouring down from her face from two wounds, oneacross her cheek and the bridge of her nose, the other from her templeto her forehead. Baracia had barely missed raking her eyes out. Theblood began to pour down her forehead and into her eyes, clouding hervision and making them sting as well. "I... didn't.... ask for this..."Belle managed to say between whimpers, sobs and gasps.

"Hook me up to the readouts, Bulldog." Baracia ordered, her cute facadenow out the window and in the trashcan. Bulldog tapped a few buttons,tying the sensors into Baracia's brain. At the same time the four armsjerked and waved their sensors up and down Belle's body, uncovering allshe needed. Bulldog signalled with a nod, and Baracia folded her armsas she received the precious data. Belle felt nothing, but knew she washelpless. She couldn't move her arms to wipe the crimson gunk from hereyes, and when she tried to blink it out she only forced it deeper intothe sockets, making her whimpers louder and her tears more abundant.Baracia huffed, "Just as I thought. A synthetic, colored liquidcoursed around your body by a chest-centered pump that beats twice asecond and faster when matching physical reactions, such as fear. Iwonder how fast I can get that little heart of yours to pump, hm? I'dbe happy to find ou..." her voice trailed off as something far moresurprising reached her mind. The scans around Belle's torso had revealedanother device she was unfamiliar with. Her face showed puzzlement,"You have... a black box of nothingness around your chest area, do youknow that?"

Belle hissed, the stinging in her eyes making her voice choke up. Shemanaged to reply with "N-Nobody knows... what it is-" her head jerkedinvoluntarily as another anguishing sting ravaged her eyes. "TheProfessor could never work out what it was or what it did..."

Baracia gave a surprised 'Huh...' "I suggest he run a more thoroughsearch in future. That's a block of solid Chemical inside you."

Belle's eyes shot open, astonished, only allowing more blood to run intothem. But she didn't care. "That... that's impossible!" she muttered,"Chemical is a liquid... how is it able to...?"

"Looks like the area around the box is within a small sealed vacuum,allowing the temperature to drop and the Chemical to solidify..."Baracia beamed, understanding, "Oh, Belle, do you realise...? The thingthat makes you and Breanna so powerful in times of need is this thing!The miraculous, it-can-do-anything Chemical..." then her expressionswitched to enraged in one pump of Belle's artificial heart, "THE SAMECHEMICAL THAT RUNS THROUGH THOSE GIRLS ON EARTH!" she screamed,startling Belle. Baracia's fists clenched, "I don't know what our fatherdid to you, but I swear by all the stars in the sky, I'm gonna rip thatfreakin' box out of you and start you afresh if I have to! He neverabandoned Chemical at all! he only reserved it as... as a last-ditcheffort! And your eyes turn black when it's in use, yeah!? It's like aboost in power so extreme that not even he was aware of is unlimitedpotential, despite being stricken by it like he was! And... and I wasnever blessed with that box... no... my eyes were black to beginwith... he only made me basic, didn't he, yes..." it dawned on her,"Without it, you're nothing! Just like those girls! I'll show you thattrue power doesn't come from some sort of freakish blob of.... STUFF!"she floated right up to Belle again, and growled to her, "It didn't saveBreanna... so it's as good as worthless to you too. Let me free youfrom it. Let me show you a life of unlimited possibility... Let me freeyou, Belle. Don't let what happened to that little blue whelp happen toyou too!"

Belle sniffled, "B-Breanna, she..." she choked up again, let out a loudsob, and continued, "She wasn't made to be like me! I wanted her tolive a happier life! One without people like you! One with a familythat could love and support her. But I knew that would be impossible!She could fight, but I never wanted her to... because I knew she couldget hurt. I never knew about the box... it came with the rest of herparts... but it didn't matter..." she met Baracia's eyes, "You killedher. She was a peaceful, loving, beautiful girl, your own baby sister,and you freakin' MURDERED her!" tears rolled from her eyes, stained alight red.

Baracia sighed, resigned, and glanced away, "I realise she meant a lot to you."

"More than anything you could imagine! You'd never love ANYTHING the way I loved Breanna."

Baracia threw a quick glance at Bulldog, who fortunately for her wasnot looking. Then she turned back to Belle, "If she meant... so much toyou, then... let me help you bring her back."

"Wha..?"

"Let me help you by correcting my terrible error. An oversight.Together, you and I, we can bring her back. And just as she was in theoriginal blueprints, she can be our little sister. Our protege. Maybeeven a successor. Another ascendant to the throne of conquest ourfather set the path for. And that way, all three of us, we can... putthis tiny rock of humans behind us and rule the universe. TheShadow girls. Together! Reunification as it should be!"

Belle dropped her gaze to the floor, her head sinking forward, her spikyfringe almost catching Baracia's nose. Baracia thought she was cryingstill, but her shoulders began to shudder, and the sound of raspylaughter came from the bloodied girl's mouth. Baracia raised aneyebrow. Then Belle looked up. Malice, along with blood, filled hereyes, "The first chance I get... whether I'm rescued or you shut offthis tractor beam... I am going to rip you to pieces." she spokethrough clenched teeth, "How dare you insist that Breanna should joinyou! She was too kind, too gentle, too... too PERFECT to do that! Iswear, once I get out of this stupid machine, I'm gonna kill you."

Baracia stared at her, silently as though observing her and thinking toherself. Then she dropped to the floor, "Tell ya what." she sent athought to the ship's computer. The hum from the tractor died away, andBelle felt the cold air beneath her rush past as she smackedunceremoniously into the floor. She felt her knees jar, taking thestress of her weight as she fell. She quickly got to her feet,snarling. Baracia folded her arms, "Come and get me. Here. Right now."

Belle obliged, fists clenched, blood still pouring down her face,dripping onto her dress and staining it. She charged forward, her hairtrailing serenly. Baracia had made fun of Breanna, about her life, herdeath, and now in death. Belle wanted nothing more than to see Baraciaburn. By any means. She drew back her fist. She wouldn't just kill heron the spot, oh no, she wanted to see her scream as she tortured her,the pain so extreme yet unable to kill her. Only a decisive blow woulddo that. She wanted to savour it. She had her now. She wanted it. Sheallowed it. Baracia would not escape this ti-

With another signal to the computer, Baracia grinned. There was a deephum, almost like a deep tuning fork had been struck. Belle felt an oddsensation around her ankles and wrists, where those strange silverbracelets had been placed. With a ferocity so sudden that it nearlyripped her arms off, the bracelets snapped together, pulling her armsbehind her back. At the same time the anklets snapped together, bindingher legs. Magnetised. She wobbled pathetically in place for a momentbefore she fell forward with a yelp, her nose smashing into the floor,blood falling in a rather disgusting spatter to the floor around herface. She groaned, wondering if something in her nose had been broken.She started to sob again. Rage had blinded common sense. She had falleninto Baracia's trap yet again.

The midnight-eyed girl stooped down and fiddled with Belle's hair, whichbegan to soak the blood up like straws. She chuckled with satisfaction.Bulldog watched on, too, so very gleeful. "As long as you act likethis, Belle, you'll keep those restraining clasps on at all times. I canpolarise them in an instant and when they lock together there's nobreaking the bind. Their attraction can be so strong that they'd crushother metals just to lock together. So yeah... you're going nowhere.Not yet, anyway."

She grabbed Belle by the hair, bringing the convicted child to her feetforcefully. Belle whimpered as her hair was pulled, "Ow ow ow ow ow owow OW!" Baracia moved in front of her, gave her a once-over glance asthough examining her, then picked her up around the waist and throwingher forward, reactivating the tractor as she did so. Belle's body waspulled back into its overwhelming grasp, floating in the centre of theroom once again. A moment later the binds around her legs and armsfaded, and they separated, the cuffs no longer magnetised. Tears wererolling down Belle's face again.

wow, i was captured with your story. your a creative writer! this was really good! i hope to read more from you!

=P

Hallo! Thank you So MUCH for the Comment Sorry I didn't thank you earlier ^^;;; haha my PC is being stupid! XD

But Again Thank you! :)

haha your pretty awesome yourself! :D

thanks for the pic comments. ^_^

That would be great if I could,maybe I can get help from my uncle,he works for
some sort of little art place and his house is his own living masterpiece.Seriously,there's designs everywhere in his house!It's also my dream to turn all the comics and other works that I have to do with my characters into one huge animated film one day.Yet for now,all I can do is draw it,and then I got to get my hands on some of that computer programing stuff to
make it look more screenshot-like,and then on ward to the animation!I hope I
can make it 3-D animation,makes it look more real :D


For the pics of the sins,planning on making it start from Youngest to Oldest.
Meaning Gluttony is up next.

thats excited i wanted to do animation when i was younger and i would get mad because my career aptitude test told me that was meant to be a construction worker. anyway, i ended up getting a job at a shipyard -_- go figure. but i still love drawing.

anyways, i that if you cant get it animated you should definately submit your ideas for $$$ cause your VERY creative. and being creative is better than being able to draw.

Um sure, it can be a contest entry too! Yay! Two pictures in one! I am good! XD

i'll go ahead and submit it then! n_n

Ya know normally I wasn't going to draw all the sins but,if many people like the
pic "Wrath" so much,might as well draw the rest.Thanks for the idea.

OMG! THANKS O MUCH FOR THE FAVE! I MUST ENTER YOUR CONTSET! I MUST!

ps. i added you because i like your art, and your a good person! i hope to talk to you more and exchange some art every now and then! cya around, and looking forward to seeing new art from you!

thanks that would be awesome!!!