[Origin] Colourless

She lay on the floor, naked. She moves her hands to cover her head, her legs not moving from their spread out position, one obviously broke and twisted at an unnatural angle. Her eyes are cold and dim, as if she was dead. The person who would find her in a couple hours would mistake her from being so if it wasn't for the slight motion of breathing. A boy stands from his position between her. He reties his belt, and the three others around him snigger in animal delight.

"You shouldn't have tried to fight, Caldari bitch" She heard the boy say.

They were talking between themselves now. Their voices gradually fading, whether by them leaving or her brain just cutting them out, she doesn't know to this day. 'Why her?' She thought to herself. 'I've always kept myself to myself. Made a few friends.. I've done nothing to them... maybe gave them a look in class... but never the wrong look.. only the one you give a boy when you like him and hope he likes you..' She things she can feel a tear run down her cheek. 'Is it because I am different?.. They invite me to this party... just to give me some white pill.. then lead me here.. why didn't they kill me' Her thoughts continued along the same lines for what seemed an eternity. Then she felt something change inside of her. Her vision seemed to lose its colour, thought it was hard to see the subtle different in this dark place. 'I will survive this. I will get my revenge on him. He will beg for me to kill him once I am done.'

It was then when a man walking his dog walked past the alley's entrance. The dog bark and pulled towards the twisted body of the girl on the floor. At first the man simply pulled on the lead of the dog to try and continue with his walk but the dog insisted and it was then that he saw her. He dropped the lead and ran to the girl, saying a prayer under his breath. He brought his personal terminal to his ear.

" I need a Ambulance!" He shouted down the microphone followed by the address the alley was located. "A girl.. she has been attacked! She looks thirteen, Goddess have mercy."

She was in intensive care for three days. And stayed in hospital for another fortnight. She didn't answer any questions asked to her about what had happened and when asked about anything else she gave the shortest answer possible. Her mother sobbed every night by her bedside, when she thought her little girl was asleep.

"Sweet Hikari.. Don't let go" She used to whisper. The girl thought that perhaps that her mother knew she was awake after all, she always knew when she was pretending at home after all.

It didn't matter, she told herself, no one matter now.

Clear Skies

HA! Gods what was She? All that rather pathetic grumblings about how She couldn't care about anybody but Her dearest twisted Little Brother! Only getting in a pod could make Her feel alive! What utter trash!

Well, She is out of the picture for now. I'm in charge. Waking up in that Clone Vat seems to be the best thing that has happened in a long time. Her eyes were black and white and Mine are full of colour! Not too say everything has changed. I'm still very fond of my Kid Brother, I like to burn things, break other peoples toys and I can't resist an X-Instinct when offered. But now I can take delight in all those things! If the Amarrian God came down right now and called Judgement Day, by Him I would be laughing in Hell right now.

Anyway, got to keep this brief. Got a clone to break in!

Admission

Hikari sits at the top of a crumbling bell tower. Around her a ruined townscape in all directions with a giant warehouse stands out, undamaged, to the east. The Damnation Angel's corporate logo painted on its enormous wall. She takes a sip from a flask before setting it down, she presses a recording device that is clipped onto her Biker's cut before picking up a laser rifle and aiming down its sight. Finding her targets, two mechs that patrol a side street close to the bell tower, she squeezes off two shots and the victims explode into a tangled mess of wires and hydraulics.

She sighs as she brings rifle back "Nothing matters to me now bar getting my thrills in increasingly self-destructive ways. Motorbikes were the tamest of my latest activities, and when Kayleigh mentioned that she was looking for something to fill the void from there being no racing league now I jumped at the chance to bring someone else into my downward spiral. It started off good, showing her the ropes of a classic combustion motorbike. A couple other pilots that expressed interest joined and a few races got under way. Kayleigh was good, if she tries again she'll out-pace all of us all. Though I'm not sure she'll try again after her final lap.

"Jude was pushing his bike way beyond what it was designed to take. It stressed the engine and it shredded causing his rear wheel to lock and him to come flying off. Kayleigh was behind and tried to doubt the flying Civire and his bike. I think she managed to clear him but couldn't react to the corner in time. She came off too and round across the grass off the track. While all this was going on all I could think is that I wish it was me coming off and being disappointed that she only suffered a bruised shoulder.

Vince is probably the only person who knows what I am really like, and I can see the concern in his eyes when I tell him about what I get up to. I'm almost certain that he'd do anything for me, including following me down this path. But doing this to myself and allowing him to do this are not the same thing. I guess there are still some feelings buried in me after all. Vince, I love you. I'm not sure I've told you to your face, only agreed to such statements when you say it to me. I just wish tha-- " Her voice cuts off as explosions detonate beneath her and the bell tower starts to topple. Hikari cusses loudly as all she can do is brace herself as she is buried under the rubble.

A new beginning

Four hours until I leave Veto.

I didn't think I'd feel too bad about it, but I do. I'll miss a lot of pilots, though I probably wouldn't admit that publicly. I am following my brother to the Angels, now that is something I would have strong feelings about and I find I don't. Even before I was a Capsuleer and was just a sharpshooter, the Angels were the only people I actually took pleasure in killing. The files Old Me left about her history shows she had a brief time with them if only mostly by proxy while working for the Serpentis, then she for five years she was actively against them as part of the Nation. But it is just further proof that I am not Her, or neither the girl I used to be. But then, when I die the person that steps out of that clone vat will not be me and maybe that enmity against the Angels will return, we'll see.

I met Kayleigh Jamieson for the second first time. It was strange acting like we were old friends but I enjoyed speaking to her and have sent her a mail to see if she wants to speak more. She is with Electus Matari, however, so I'll have to be careful.