Chaos

Obsessions

Primrose Sercha. Lynn seemed to be an alias that she took for transactions; Primrose was the authoritative figure she used; Sercha is the family name.

Though she showed promise as a witch, she became obsessed with a technological revolution in magic, to which she referred to as Alpha Technical Magic. She was banished due to this illegal practice and went on to comprise a business that initially catered to the human community, since no one would willingly seek the aid of a blacklisted witch. A year of financial struggle proceeded until she met an unknown benefactor, completely evolving the premise of her business to an underground organization of experimentation on supernaturals.

The benefactor could be this old lady, Kiria, as she was her mistress to begin with. Though that's not my concern right now, besides I would know more after capturing Primrose myself.

I pushed the files, notes and reports aside from where they laid across my lap as I sat in bed. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand to my right, seeing that it was 4 am.

Lucille would still be asleep, so I should study these files a bit more. The last text she sent me was in regards to the rogue carcasses finding their packs and so forth.

I picked up a file I had not reviewed yet:
Birthday, siblings, parents, friends, they were all mentioned here in an organized manner.
I should've ransacked that sorceresses vacation home sooner. It almost made the hassle worth it to pop her magical, little bubble and terrorize her fairies.

For Primrose though, a hostage situation would've sufficed for capture, however she had no siblings, friends, or parents. If she had a mate, I would've taken them hostage as well, but I doubt she would leave loose ends and the files would have mentioned them if they existed or were discovered. Even her face is a bit blurry to me, if I hadn't been so lucky and assumed it was her, I might've listlessly sifted through the records of all those failed experiments and wasted my time.

So far it seems that the organization did not actively seek material for experimentation, the subjects were 'enrolled' in the program. Like a twisted boarding school, the client's would receive a final product of their customization- That much was clear from Alpha Redstone's case. Obviously they would be paid in money, right? But a transaction of that caliber could be achieved via magic, which has no traceable properties.

It would've been useful had I stolen evidence forthright during my escape from the facility, but that was an isolation center so I can't imagine there would be anything important.

With a frustrated sigh I laid back and replayed the evidence in my head over and over again. When sunlight peeked through the hem of the heavy curtains, I drifted into a restless dream, since I had little to eat that day.

*VI-Clone 296 has entered the arena, participants please standby*
The intercom relayed.

It was a blur, my eyes were covered in congealed blood, some of my blood mixing with hers. There was something terrible inside of me that loved to paint the walls in Victoria's blood. The walls were streaked with red, and the familiar bodies laid dismembered at my feet. All I could do was watch as her head split open, her platinum hair became clotted with blood, her eyes popping from their sockets, and the blood draining from her body. Those injuries felt like they were my own because she still seemed alive to me, she had to be. I felt sick in my head and stomach as the scene laid before me, a burning sensation was sinking into my toes and fingers.

Everday I dreamed of seeing her again, my darling Victoria. She loved to braid my hair, and did so at every chance she had, but now it lies loosely over my face. Tears, blood, sweat and hair obscured my vision from the carnage.

I can't do this anymore, just kill me, I failed. I keep failing her-

*sequence commence, VI-Clone 296 engage Subject: CHAOS*
The clone rushed forward. All I could do was watch with my arms and legs bound in chains, as Victoria's face became clearer with each step.