dark seraph
10-06-2010, 02:17 AM
P.S.I
Kings Row.
Seraph sat in a bullpen that more resembled a green house than anything else, potted plants filled most of it while a strong light shined down on it, early that day he had received a call from Officer Briar about his attacker from portal corp. apparently they had learnt something important about the attacker that they needed to see him in person for. Hearing foot steps, he turned in his seat and was surprised to see Tish and presumably officer Briar.
The small cat girl nodded to a chair for Tish to sit and manoeuvred her way behind the desk. “You may be wondering why I brought both of you here.” She started as she sat down, moving a pot containing a snapping fly trap. “Miss Fuego, a few days ago there was an incident at portal corp. mister Seraph and his sister were attacked by an unknown assailant.”
Tish waved a hand. “Yeah, he told me about that part, how dose this concern me?” she seemed a little out of her comfort zone Seraph noted.
“I was getting to that Ma’am, we ran several tests on her and her armor and the results are why I called both of you here.”
Seraph quirked an eyebrow. “Her? It’s a woman?”
Briar nodded. “According to the readings we got off her armor, she’s a native of this dimension, but that’s not the main reason I asked you here. We ran her DNA and got two partial matches.” The officer opened a folder and pulled out two files. “The hits were close enough to be family members.”
Tish shifted in her seat slightly. “What do you mean?”
“Ma’am, as you are aware all heroes submit a DNA sample to hero corp. according to the test.” She paused and looked at both of them. “Sir, ma’am… according to the tests she is your daughter.”
Seraph chair shot back as he got to his feet, his mind reeling. “What, how... how can you be sure?”
The catgirl passed over the files. “The tests have a 0.0001 precent of error, she is your child, but… she has suffered extreme genetic modifications. It looks like some one wanted to make her into some sort of super solder.”
As she went on, listing off what had been done to the girl, Seraph felt rage starting to build, why would some one do this? Was it some sort of random fluke or something much sinister? Gritting his teeth he felt like yelling till he saw Tish, the shell shocked look on her face draining the anger and only leaving numbness.
Turning to Briar he took a deep breath before talking. “Can I see her?”
“We currently have her locked up in the cells, but if you want we can move her to an interrogation room.”
“Interrogation room.” he said as he slowly stood up, turning to Tish. “You don’t have to-”
Tish got her feet and looked at him, her eyes almost icy. “No, I’m coming too… I want to know who did this to us.”
Nodding her rested a hand on her shoulder, Turing to Briar he spoke. “How long till we can talk to…” He paused, trying to find the right word. “To… her?” he ended almost lamely.
“If you follow me we’ll be ready in a couple of minuets.” She replied as she grabbed a phone from the clutter of her desk and put through the call.
- - -
Several minuets later, Tish stared through the mirrored glass of the interrogation room at Seraph and her… “Daughter.” The thought felt alien, her mind almost refusing to believe it.
Looking to her left she saw Seraph had a some what similar expression of disbelief etched on his face. Reaching out she touched the glass and blinked. “This… she was the one that kicked the crap out of you and Sera?” she asked.
He shuffled as he replied. “To be fair she was in power armor that made her at least eight foot tall and looked like a guy.”
Shaking her head, Tish turned back and looked at her through the mirror, the woman was leaning back slightly on her chair, her prison fatigues a blaring orange in contrast with her ivory skin. She looked to the mirror and Tish felt her jaw drop as she got a good look at the other woman’s face, it was so similar to her owns, while at the same time she could see elements of Seraphs there as well, especially in her eyes.
Walking to the door she turned to Seraph. “You ready for this?” she asked, her voice barley a whisper.
He nods and follows his face calm but she’s known him long enough to realise that something was up, his eyes had that slightly distant look he had when ever he was thinking about something major.
Shaking her head clear they entered the integration room, the woman turned and looked at them as they sat down, her eyes not quite focusing as she stared, tilting her head to one side. Slowly liking her lips she stares to speak. “Hello… I’m sorry I can’t quite see you, they would not allow me to have my glasses, not after what I did to that other prisoner.” She rest heavily shackled hands on the table and looks at both of them. “Who are you?”
Seraph cleared his throat. “You don’t remember three nights ago?”
She blinks and squints at him, a few seconds pass before a look of realisation passes over her face. “You… you are father… correct? Meaning… she is mother?” raising her hands as she pointed at Tish.
“That’s what we want to know.” Seraph coughed then continued. “We need to know… who made you… and why?”
Tish looks to Seraph and wonders how he can be so cool, she would have lost her temper by now and probably jumped the table to slug the girl, but he keeps calm and collected… was this something he learnt looking after Gir and Laz?
The girl shifts. “I am… I am known by many names, there is the name from the pod I grew in, sample 227. There was my designation number, unit thirteen. There is the name my A.I.s gave me, The Meta and finally the name my creator gave me.” She turns and looks Tish, then Seraph before continuing. “Nephilim Blade.”
Tish saw the slight twitch in Seraphs eye at the mention of blade, she remembered back to what happened last year when an Arachnos unit that went by that name kidnapped Gir. She also remembered it was the closets she had ever seen Seraph to going berserk.
Seraph took a deep breath before replying. “Nephilim blade… why did you kill those guards at portal corp. then attack me and my sister?”
Nephilim shuffled. “I had returned from praetorian like the director had instructed me… but something happened, I did not appear where I was supposed to... I was shot… so I let the beast AI take over.”
Tish let out a snort. “Little miss innocent are we then?”
Seraph turned to say something but Tish raised a hand and slowly stood up. “You sound sweet and innocent, but I’ve been around enough to see when some one is being played. You’re pushing Seraphs buttons, making it sound like your the victim, but I know better, so drop the act.”
Nephilim looked at Tish, her face slowly breaking into a slightly unpleasant smirk. “Very good mom, the director was right about you.” leaning back in her chair she chuckled. “So then, obviously you aren’t as big a sap as dad.”
Tish Glared, out the corner of her eye she could see Seraphs face twist slightly, he was a good guy, but he had a bad tendency of believing good sob stories. “I want the truth, not some cheep sob story, who made you and why?”
Nephilim shrugged. “I’ve been telling the truth ever since you entered the room, but guess because you saw through my innocent act, I guess you should get some more.”
I am a next gen Blade, series two. I was created by Arachnos and sent to infiltrate and investigate Praetoria, I have spent 3 months in another world learning every scrap of info that my self and my AI’s could carry.”
This shook her head. “Then why we’re you made out of Seraph and my DNA?”
“The Director never told me his reasons, only that I was to be a Nephilim, wander the earth and destroy that which my parent built.”
“That the hell is a Nephilim anyway?”
Seraph stood up, looking eyes with Nephilim as he spoke. “They are the off spring of mortals and angels, the light of the divine host twisted by the sins of man. “His face was blank as he spoke, completely devoid of emotion.
Nephilim nodded. “Yes Dad, the director said the same thing, word for word.” She rolled her neck. “I guess he must of pulled that from your head to.”
Seraph froze. “What do you mean “pulled it from my head”?”
She looked and sighed. “When he created me, he didn’t give me an AI like his other Blades, he made my mind based of personality traits and memories he took from the both of you during his last fight. He then installed the AI’s to try and keep me stable as my personality grew from these fragments.”
Tish shook her head, her temper starting to run thin. “Who the hell is this director guy you keep referring to?”
Nephilim blinked and looked at them both. “Why, the director of project blades of course, Dib Membrain.”
Seraph let out a long growl as he turned and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. Tish gave Nephilim a long glare before following him.
- - -
She found that Seraph hadn’t gone far, he lent absent a nearby wall his eyes shut, the only sign of his current emotional state was the tell tale crackle of energy from his hands, Walking up she placed a hand on his shoulder. “You okay big guy?”
Shaking his head he looks at her, his face drained of colour. “She played me like a sap… she knew how I would react… she exist all because I didn’t kill the basted.” The energy around him flickered and died as he hung his head. “Now he’s come back and is trying to hurt the people I care for again.”
Sighing she slid an arm around Seraphs waist. “And what would of happened if you did kill Dib? We have both seen how Arachnos works, another worm would have taken his place.”
Seraph slumped. “But if I killed him at least they wouldn’t have done this to us.” His voice was barley a whisper. “They made a kid based off us… and turned her into a weapon.” The energy started to crackle around him again, tinging the air with a red glow.
She shook her head. “And if you killed him, you wouldn’t be Seraph anymore.”
He gave her a slightly confused look as she continued. “You get angry, but you hold on to it, you keep it in check and use it when needed. If you killed that big headed freak…” she pauses, trying to look for the right words. “What was it you said once. “Once you break down, it all breaks down” or something like that.”
He nodded. “Sounds like something I would say, vague, half mystical and probably true.” Straightening he gives her a hug. “I… I’m going to head home… I don’t think I can talk to her again today.”
Nodding she returns the hug. “I’ll catch you there, got a few things I need to take care of first.”
He smiles slightly and leaves, as soon as he’s out of sight she heads back into the interrogating room, seeing Nephilim rocking back and forth on her seat. She turns and clears her throat. “Hello again mother, I’m sorry about-”
She cut off as Tish kicks the chair out from under her, as the large woman hits the floor Tish drops down, smacking her knee into Nephilim’s sola plexus. Grabbing the girls head she leans in and hisses. “I don’t care if some test says you are our kid, but if you or that big headed monster you call master tries to mess with him or his family, I will track you down and make you wish you were never born, okay?”
Nephilim slowly nods through tears of pain as Tish stood up just as several cops entered the room. Nephilim crawled away from Tish and looked to the cops. “I slipped and fell.” She muttered lamely as Tish pushed past them and left.
- - -
To be conclude
Kings Row.
Seraph sat in a bullpen that more resembled a green house than anything else, potted plants filled most of it while a strong light shined down on it, early that day he had received a call from Officer Briar about his attacker from portal corp. apparently they had learnt something important about the attacker that they needed to see him in person for. Hearing foot steps, he turned in his seat and was surprised to see Tish and presumably officer Briar.
The small cat girl nodded to a chair for Tish to sit and manoeuvred her way behind the desk. “You may be wondering why I brought both of you here.” She started as she sat down, moving a pot containing a snapping fly trap. “Miss Fuego, a few days ago there was an incident at portal corp. mister Seraph and his sister were attacked by an unknown assailant.”
Tish waved a hand. “Yeah, he told me about that part, how dose this concern me?” she seemed a little out of her comfort zone Seraph noted.
“I was getting to that Ma’am, we ran several tests on her and her armor and the results are why I called both of you here.”
Seraph quirked an eyebrow. “Her? It’s a woman?”
Briar nodded. “According to the readings we got off her armor, she’s a native of this dimension, but that’s not the main reason I asked you here. We ran her DNA and got two partial matches.” The officer opened a folder and pulled out two files. “The hits were close enough to be family members.”
Tish shifted in her seat slightly. “What do you mean?”
“Ma’am, as you are aware all heroes submit a DNA sample to hero corp. according to the test.” She paused and looked at both of them. “Sir, ma’am… according to the tests she is your daughter.”
Seraph chair shot back as he got to his feet, his mind reeling. “What, how... how can you be sure?”
The catgirl passed over the files. “The tests have a 0.0001 precent of error, she is your child, but… she has suffered extreme genetic modifications. It looks like some one wanted to make her into some sort of super solder.”
As she went on, listing off what had been done to the girl, Seraph felt rage starting to build, why would some one do this? Was it some sort of random fluke or something much sinister? Gritting his teeth he felt like yelling till he saw Tish, the shell shocked look on her face draining the anger and only leaving numbness.
Turning to Briar he took a deep breath before talking. “Can I see her?”
“We currently have her locked up in the cells, but if you want we can move her to an interrogation room.”
“Interrogation room.” he said as he slowly stood up, turning to Tish. “You don’t have to-”
Tish got her feet and looked at him, her eyes almost icy. “No, I’m coming too… I want to know who did this to us.”
Nodding her rested a hand on her shoulder, Turing to Briar he spoke. “How long till we can talk to…” He paused, trying to find the right word. “To… her?” he ended almost lamely.
“If you follow me we’ll be ready in a couple of minuets.” She replied as she grabbed a phone from the clutter of her desk and put through the call.
- - -
Several minuets later, Tish stared through the mirrored glass of the interrogation room at Seraph and her… “Daughter.” The thought felt alien, her mind almost refusing to believe it.
Looking to her left she saw Seraph had a some what similar expression of disbelief etched on his face. Reaching out she touched the glass and blinked. “This… she was the one that kicked the crap out of you and Sera?” she asked.
He shuffled as he replied. “To be fair she was in power armor that made her at least eight foot tall and looked like a guy.”
Shaking her head, Tish turned back and looked at her through the mirror, the woman was leaning back slightly on her chair, her prison fatigues a blaring orange in contrast with her ivory skin. She looked to the mirror and Tish felt her jaw drop as she got a good look at the other woman’s face, it was so similar to her owns, while at the same time she could see elements of Seraphs there as well, especially in her eyes.
Walking to the door she turned to Seraph. “You ready for this?” she asked, her voice barley a whisper.
He nods and follows his face calm but she’s known him long enough to realise that something was up, his eyes had that slightly distant look he had when ever he was thinking about something major.
Shaking her head clear they entered the integration room, the woman turned and looked at them as they sat down, her eyes not quite focusing as she stared, tilting her head to one side. Slowly liking her lips she stares to speak. “Hello… I’m sorry I can’t quite see you, they would not allow me to have my glasses, not after what I did to that other prisoner.” She rest heavily shackled hands on the table and looks at both of them. “Who are you?”
Seraph cleared his throat. “You don’t remember three nights ago?”
She blinks and squints at him, a few seconds pass before a look of realisation passes over her face. “You… you are father… correct? Meaning… she is mother?” raising her hands as she pointed at Tish.
“That’s what we want to know.” Seraph coughed then continued. “We need to know… who made you… and why?”
Tish looks to Seraph and wonders how he can be so cool, she would have lost her temper by now and probably jumped the table to slug the girl, but he keeps calm and collected… was this something he learnt looking after Gir and Laz?
The girl shifts. “I am… I am known by many names, there is the name from the pod I grew in, sample 227. There was my designation number, unit thirteen. There is the name my A.I.s gave me, The Meta and finally the name my creator gave me.” She turns and looks Tish, then Seraph before continuing. “Nephilim Blade.”
Tish saw the slight twitch in Seraphs eye at the mention of blade, she remembered back to what happened last year when an Arachnos unit that went by that name kidnapped Gir. She also remembered it was the closets she had ever seen Seraph to going berserk.
Seraph took a deep breath before replying. “Nephilim blade… why did you kill those guards at portal corp. then attack me and my sister?”
Nephilim shuffled. “I had returned from praetorian like the director had instructed me… but something happened, I did not appear where I was supposed to... I was shot… so I let the beast AI take over.”
Tish let out a snort. “Little miss innocent are we then?”
Seraph turned to say something but Tish raised a hand and slowly stood up. “You sound sweet and innocent, but I’ve been around enough to see when some one is being played. You’re pushing Seraphs buttons, making it sound like your the victim, but I know better, so drop the act.”
Nephilim looked at Tish, her face slowly breaking into a slightly unpleasant smirk. “Very good mom, the director was right about you.” leaning back in her chair she chuckled. “So then, obviously you aren’t as big a sap as dad.”
Tish Glared, out the corner of her eye she could see Seraphs face twist slightly, he was a good guy, but he had a bad tendency of believing good sob stories. “I want the truth, not some cheep sob story, who made you and why?”
Nephilim shrugged. “I’ve been telling the truth ever since you entered the room, but guess because you saw through my innocent act, I guess you should get some more.”
I am a next gen Blade, series two. I was created by Arachnos and sent to infiltrate and investigate Praetoria, I have spent 3 months in another world learning every scrap of info that my self and my AI’s could carry.”
This shook her head. “Then why we’re you made out of Seraph and my DNA?”
“The Director never told me his reasons, only that I was to be a Nephilim, wander the earth and destroy that which my parent built.”
“That the hell is a Nephilim anyway?”
Seraph stood up, looking eyes with Nephilim as he spoke. “They are the off spring of mortals and angels, the light of the divine host twisted by the sins of man. “His face was blank as he spoke, completely devoid of emotion.
Nephilim nodded. “Yes Dad, the director said the same thing, word for word.” She rolled her neck. “I guess he must of pulled that from your head to.”
Seraph froze. “What do you mean “pulled it from my head”?”
She looked and sighed. “When he created me, he didn’t give me an AI like his other Blades, he made my mind based of personality traits and memories he took from the both of you during his last fight. He then installed the AI’s to try and keep me stable as my personality grew from these fragments.”
Tish shook her head, her temper starting to run thin. “Who the hell is this director guy you keep referring to?”
Nephilim blinked and looked at them both. “Why, the director of project blades of course, Dib Membrain.”
Seraph let out a long growl as he turned and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. Tish gave Nephilim a long glare before following him.
- - -
She found that Seraph hadn’t gone far, he lent absent a nearby wall his eyes shut, the only sign of his current emotional state was the tell tale crackle of energy from his hands, Walking up she placed a hand on his shoulder. “You okay big guy?”
Shaking his head he looks at her, his face drained of colour. “She played me like a sap… she knew how I would react… she exist all because I didn’t kill the basted.” The energy around him flickered and died as he hung his head. “Now he’s come back and is trying to hurt the people I care for again.”
Sighing she slid an arm around Seraphs waist. “And what would of happened if you did kill Dib? We have both seen how Arachnos works, another worm would have taken his place.”
Seraph slumped. “But if I killed him at least they wouldn’t have done this to us.” His voice was barley a whisper. “They made a kid based off us… and turned her into a weapon.” The energy started to crackle around him again, tinging the air with a red glow.
She shook her head. “And if you killed him, you wouldn’t be Seraph anymore.”
He gave her a slightly confused look as she continued. “You get angry, but you hold on to it, you keep it in check and use it when needed. If you killed that big headed freak…” she pauses, trying to look for the right words. “What was it you said once. “Once you break down, it all breaks down” or something like that.”
He nodded. “Sounds like something I would say, vague, half mystical and probably true.” Straightening he gives her a hug. “I… I’m going to head home… I don’t think I can talk to her again today.”
Nodding she returns the hug. “I’ll catch you there, got a few things I need to take care of first.”
He smiles slightly and leaves, as soon as he’s out of sight she heads back into the interrogating room, seeing Nephilim rocking back and forth on her seat. She turns and clears her throat. “Hello again mother, I’m sorry about-”
She cut off as Tish kicks the chair out from under her, as the large woman hits the floor Tish drops down, smacking her knee into Nephilim’s sola plexus. Grabbing the girls head she leans in and hisses. “I don’t care if some test says you are our kid, but if you or that big headed monster you call master tries to mess with him or his family, I will track you down and make you wish you were never born, okay?”
Nephilim slowly nods through tears of pain as Tish stood up just as several cops entered the room. Nephilim crawled away from Tish and looked to the cops. “I slipped and fell.” She muttered lamely as Tish pushed past them and left.
- - -
To be conclude