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Chapter 304: Ripley In Flight

In Uncategorized on October 31, 2011 at 1:37 am

The girl who calls herself Ripley, just Ripley, is soaring over the skies of southwestern France. Being cobbled together from the bodies of a thousand different victims did have some perks, and flying was one of the best.

She has a lead on a place where she can hit them hardest, a joint facility where the black-suited men of five worlds were building something at the behest of their Nolas, their Pierces. And whoever was leading them. She’d know that piece of the puzzle once she finished her assault.

From above, the complex looks like dominoes.

Time to watch them fall.

Chapter 303: A Multitude of Twins

In Uncategorized on October 30, 2011 at 10:43 am

I hit the bricks shortly after that. I make a few jumps, and then I start walking, to help my mind work through my next course of action. But even though I know I should be thinking about retrieving Ripley, my mind keeps turning to M2.

I can’t believe the way she sees the world. We’re a multitude of twins, and while we look the same to outsiders, we are all unique. Why can’t she see that?

And what was Doc hinting at before I left?

Enough. I’ve got to focus. Where would Ripley go?

Will I be too late?

Chapter 302: Sapphic Subtext

In Uncategorized on October 29, 2011 at 9:10 pm

Doc purses her lips. “She may have flipped out a bit, but her heart’s always been in the right place. She really cares about you, you know.”

“She sure has a funny way of showing it,” I retort.

“Look,” says Doc, “I’m not the one you need to be having this conversation with, but I will say this. Everything she’s ever done has been to keep you safe from harm. And that’s not the worst kind of friend you could have. I’m sure she didn’t mean what she said.”

“I saw the look in her eyes, Doc. She really did.”

Chapter 301: Lived in Fear

In Uncategorized on October 28, 2011 at 10:18 am

“Fine. Go. And this time, don’t bother coming back. If you go, your death is not on my hands.”

M2 storms out, and another chapter in my life closes. My traveling companion, my closest alternate me, is gone. I’m certain I’ll never see her again.

Okay. Deep breath. Time to bug out.

I take the lift up a couple flights to my room, and gather my things.

There’s a knock, and then Doc pops her head in.

“She’s an idiot, you know. She had no right to tell you to leave.”

“It’s fine, doc. I was leaving anyway. Thanks for everything.”

Chapter 300: A Life

In Uncategorized on October 27, 2011 at 10:00 pm

“Of course her! She’s not interchangeable. None of us are.”

Em looks me up and down with a withering stare.

“Margery, they made her in a lab. She’s not like us. And the longer she stuck around, the more likely it was that she was gonna go off. She was made by the enemy. Can’t you see that?”

“Well guess what? You and Doc might have cured me, but you can’t keep me from going back there. I’m going to track her down. It’s my fault she left, and if anything bad happens to her, it’s all on my head.”

Chapter 299: Aeger

In Uncategorized on October 26, 2011 at 8:17 pm

“I really wish Ripley hadn’t run off like that,” she sighs. “Doc wasn’t sure exactly where to start, but she’s one smart cookie. She found evidence of a chemical neurotransmitter in your brain, and she figured it was to blame. She tried a couple of different cocktails, and eventually she found one that worked to deprogram you. She figures they used the chemical in concert with some psychological treatment, but with the chemical neutralized, you should be free and clear.”

“Oh God. Em, we have to find her. I can’t believe she went back.”

“Her? Or another one like her?”

Chapter 298: Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum

In Uncategorized on October 25, 2011 at 8:15 pm

It’s M2.

“You know you’re not supposed to be out of bed,” she chides.

I shoot her a scathing glare, and immediately feel another wave of nausea.

“Come on, let me help you up.”

She hoists me over her shoulder and back onto the mattress. She slaps a thermo-skin on my forehead, and notes my temp in a medical log book.

“That’s good,” she whispers to herself. Then, to me: “How are you feeling?”

“Like my guts got turned inside out.”


“And what?”

“What about your desire to go back?”

Oh. That.

“I’m…clear-headed. That’s…how did you guys figure it out?”

Chapter 297: Rising Gorge: Apex

In Uncategorized on October 24, 2011 at 8:08 pm

The nausea is unbearable. I know there’s nothing left for me to vomit up, but my throat feels like it’s filled with hot garbage.

The straps are close, so very close, to being loose enough. I can almost wriggle my left wrist out of the restraint, but my legs are still strapped in tight. All I need is to get one arm free, and I can make a break for it.

But my stomach feels so foul, I can hardly move without feeling like I want to die.

Finally, my wrist is free. I turn over, and dry-heave.

The door opens.

Chapter 296: Let Me Go

In Uncategorized on October 23, 2011 at 2:42 am

Doc’s been sticking me with needles, pumping me full of God knows what. All I can do is scream at them, but the hits just keep on coming.

I come to once, hearing the voices of M2 and Doc above me.

I wish I knew where Ripley went. Would she have gone to the exact same facility we broke free from, or done her recon at any facility? More importantly, when will she come back to get me?

Every day, I work the straps until they get a little more loose. Just a few days more, and I’ll be free.

Chapter 295: Yandere

In Uncategorized on October 22, 2011 at 4:24 am

Her time in the good hospital had been life-altering. Ripley had never known about movies, and had watched everything she could get her hands on. When she exhausted the English-language films, she moved on to Japanese cinema. And it was there that she encountered the term yandere.

It’s used to describe a person who is initially very loving and gentle to someone before their devotion ultimately turns destructive.

She felt like an avenging angel, a cool stiletto of revenge. They had never been kind to her, but it was their cruelty to Margery that must be redressed.

Game on, kon’aro.