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Rebecca the Fly-Girl vs Anna Dahlman AKA the Detroit Vampire.

Based on: The Fly-Girl - Episode 12Fly-Girl: Episode 12“Mano a Mano. Mutant a Mutant.” Anna Dahlman had it all growing up. She had a loving family, friends, and was the smartest in her class with every college in the area fighting to get her enrolled. Life was going to be swell for the optimistic young woman. Then it started. She started feeling weak over the course of a few months. Several doctor visits later revealed one of life’s cruel jokes. The young and optimistic Anna Dahlman died the moment she learned she had terminal cancer. All at the age of sixteen, before her life could even start. The doctors gave her a few years, maybe sooner. In the passing months, Anna’s poor parents watched their once happy daughter devolve into a cruel and vicious human being as her body wasted away, her sprit gone. They tried everything to ease the inevitable but one day, Anna was gone, never to be seen again. In the time that followed, Anna explored the Midwest, not caring where she’d end up. It didn’t matter. She expected to be found in a ditch or something. Anna’s venture soon brought her into contact with others, the dying woman’s jealous anger awaking as she’d saw those who were living their lives in peace, not suffering like she was. She couldn’t have that and what began was a senseless spree of actions with one goal in mind: spreading the pain. Anna didn’t care how petty or childish it was. If she was to suffer, everyone else had too. One’s selfish brand of fair. Then came the Blue Devils. It wasn’t hard getting into their ranks. A few murders here and there for a good score, Anna didn’t care. Her ruthlessness and disregard for her own death caught the attention of those higher up in the command. Anna soon used her slight weight within the organization to further the woman’s violent rampage against life. All that led up to the night the WASP Spire came under attack. Maxwell Harris said it best. It was a damn free for all. Everything was ripe for the taking but Anna simply used it as an excuse to take sadistic glee in terrorizing the panicking staff. Eventually, she found the entrance to the Medical Department. Leaving her cohorts behind, Anna was soon a cackling madwoman as she shot up the lab, destroying various equipment and potential cures to diseases, decades of research going down the drain. Her eyes caught one of the still standing experiments but instead of shooting it up, the young woman took a quick glance at the contents stored in a vial. Curiosity took over as it was said to be a potential cancer cure, one designed as a so-called blood therapy. For the first time in ages, Anna suddenly felt a tinge of hope and she never hesitated in jamming a syringe into her arm, not caring that the treatment wasn’t tested yet. The pain that followed along with the screams attracted a couple of confused Devils who immediately went in to find out what that was, guns raised. What they found was Anna slumped on the ground. At first, they thought she was a WASP employee until they saw the gear nearby. The goons assumed someone had gotten the jump on one of their own and turned to look around. Taking their eyes off of the downed young woman proved fatal. Bloodshot eyes opening, Anna shot up from the ground and sunk her teeth into one of the Devil’s necks, now driven by new urges that ricocheted across her body. Anna knew something was wrong with her, the woman’s mouth moving and flexing in inhuman ways, the warmth of the Devil’s blood rushing down her throat. It was intoxicating. The sudden rush power. Anna felt alive. More than alive as she tossed the emptied husk aside with strength she never had before. The newly inhuman woman turned her grin towards the frightened and paling Devil who was still standing. Both men were ultimately discovered hours later after the Spire was reclaimed but Anna was long gone.Her murderous rampage had only begun.==== “Not a bad trade off,” Anna believed, having told the disgusted Fly-Girl a condensed version of her history, “I get to cheat death and gain superpowers…. but I have drink blood to do it. Eh. Oh well. Life sucks…. And now so do I! HAHAHA!” “You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Fly-Girl wasn’t sure which was worse, Anna’s gruesome methods or her lack of remorse, “How childish are you?!” “Does it look like I care?” Anna smugly inquired, “I like the new me. The power…oh I can relish in it all day! Besides, you of all people should know what it’s like! We’re both freaks but freaks with POWER!” Fly-Girl hissed, not wanting to indulge Anna’s ego any longer. “Get. Away. From. My. Family,” she growled, hoping to at least draw the vampiric woman away from her loved ones. “Relax….” Anna rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t help that one of them’s been drinking. BLEGH. One of these two’s your father, right?” she shifted her pointing finger between the unconscious Maxwell and Jeffery Harris on each side of her. She then placed her glass down on the table, “I’m just gonna be blunt with you, Rebecca. You see, the reason I have to feed like I do is that I burn out of energy quickly after a few days. I gotta recharge.” “Go feed off of cows or something!” Fly-Girl barked, “Anything! Why people!?” “Because I like when things are fair,” Anna coldly grinned, “I wasn’t just randomly picking random schmucks out of the blue. I was picking those high on life. All cheers and smiles. Your friend for one. Frump, was it?” “Oh I get it,” the gears went off in Fly-Girl’s head, “You still can’t stand watching others be happy. Aren’t you petty, huh?” “Life’s unfair,” Anna stated, “Why should I just suffer alone?” “Because you’ve allowed yourself to be miserable,” Fly-Girl growled, “I can’t speak for every case but I’m pretty sure a cancer diagnosis doesn’t warrant a killing spree! Personal example? My grandma found out she was terminal with just months left. She didn’t join some murderous group or turn herself into a leech. No. She accepted her fate!” Anna was unmoved, tapping her fingers on her coat sleeve.“You on the other hand?” Fly-Girl finished her rant, “You just wanted an excuse!” For the first time, the insectoid watched Anna’s self-serving smirk crack. She knew she was playing with fire and a bunch of teeth but all that mattered was getting Anna out of the house. What Fly-Girl didn’t expect how fast Anna could be. The vibration warning went off just as the vampire shot off of the couch and pinned the mutant to the wall by her throat. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you,” Anna’s tone had shifted. She still spoke with a smile, but Fly-Girl heard unbridled fury in her words. “I’m a short hockey player, it comes natural,” Fly-Girl struggled to speak yet kept up her own smirk, “Question, Anna? If you weren’t terminal, what would it have been? Bad grades? A bad break up? Oh! Maybe stubbing a toe or two for you to snap?!” Anna’s smug demeanor cracked again, a scowl becoming more and more apparent as she hurled the insectoid through a wall, propelling her into a backroom. “I’m sooooo glad I fed myself before coming here!” the vampire irritably barked. Fly-Girl coughed up drywall, laughing all the while. “Well. That plan worked,” the insectoid softly congratulated herself. Anna stomped out the debris in her path under her boots, cracking her joints, “If it makes you feel any better, as much as I’d loooooooove to snap your neck, I don’t want to kill you. In fact, I might need you.” “Sorry. I’m not into undead chicks,” Fly-Girl sat up, somewhat reusing the taunt she gave Veronica Winston, “Oh wait. You weren’t wanting a relationship? …oh that pissed off look on your face just answered my question.” “Will you just SHUT UP and listen?!” Anna bellowed, her mouth shifting to accentuate the anger, “If a healthy human being can fuel me for days, what would happen if I fed on someone who isn’t human?!” “Why do you think I suggested cows?” Fly-Girl smiled wider, “Maybe a pig or two. Go hog wild!” “GRAA!” Anna shot forward with her teeth bared, her patience nonexistent but Fly-Girl expected it that time. She pushed herself to the limits in order to get behind the seething vampire, placing her in a choke hold. “Howzabout we take this outside? You are really making a big mess in here!” Fly-Girl tightened her grip on the hissing Anna, “I don’t think my uncle’s insurance covers vampiric assholes trying to find excuses for their shitty actions!” “I’m starting to reconsider being reasonable!” Anna roared. “Why start now?” Fly-Girl cheerfully asked, all the while trying to think of anything to stop the vampire’s rampage. There was no time to call the cops and what were they going to do? Fly-Girl was barely holding on with dear life. The acid vomit crossed her mind only to be shut down. “If she goes for Dad and Uncle J, I’ll do it! Think, think!” the mutant screamed in her head, “There’s gotta be something…. wait.”Something Anna had said clicked in Fly-Girl’s head.“Oh…. Oh man, this is gonna suck,” she whined. Fly-Girl intentionally loosened her grip and dragged her claws across Anna’s face. “BITCH!” the wounded vampire screeched, grabbing Fly-Girl’s arms, and blindly hurling the stunned insectoid through several walls. Anna wiped at her bloodied face in frenzied rage, a far cry from how she was earlier. Hearing noise coming from another room, the vampiric serial killer smashed her way into an office where Fly-Girl was lying there face down, the insectoid woozy. Anna immediately pounced with a savage grin. “Like I was trying to say…. what would happen if I fed on someone who isn’t human!?” the vampire cackled, mouth extending with all teeth flexing in victory as the beaten Fly-Girl didn’t even fight back. The agonized howls erupting from the downed insectoid jarred Maxwell from his stupor, his parental instincts in full force. Despite the pain from being bit by Anna, he gunned it towards the noise coming from his office only to scream upon seeing Anna with her full jaws clamped on Fly-Girl upper shoulder. “REBECCA!” Maxwell was at a loss, believing fully well that the last of his family was about to die. That would have been the case prior to Anna’s eyes shooting open in horror. She feverishly let go, clawing at her maw all the while making the most hellish gagging sounds. Maxwell’s line of sight went down to Fly-Girl as she rolled over, revealing both a devilish grin and an empty bottle of her father’s bourbon. “Hooooow to I tasssshte, biiiisshhhh,” the insectoid drunkenly mocked, not caring that she was bleeding. Anna couldn’t respond, the gurgled shrieks increasing. What Fly-Girl didn’t know was that due to the vampire’s mutation, any form of alcohol was made toxic. Holding her throat, she stumbled forward, hand extended towards the still grinning Fly-Girl until Anna began violently vomiting, turning a ghoulish white as she did. With one final gag, the vampire collapsed into a pool of her own bile. Maxwell desperately rushed to his daughter’s aid, kicking Anna’s body aside to do so, “Rebecca?! REBECCA! Shit! Can you hear me!?” “I gotsshhh the… bisssshhhh,” Fly-Girl managed to slur out, heaving in mid-sentence. Knowing there was nothing he himself could do, Maxwell grabbed his phone, cradling his daughter while dialing 911. ==== “Rebecca?” The world was still spinning to Rebecca as she opened her eyes, finding herself in a hospital room surrounded by her father, uncle, and friends. “Ugh….,” the young woman held her head, trying to focus her vision, “Remind me to never drink. EVER.” “I’m sorry, Max. I should have never told her where to find your hidden booze in case you started drinking again,” Jeffery apologized to his older brother. “I thought I got rid of it ages ago,” Maxwell shook his head laughing, more relieved that his daughter was ok. Woozy but ok, “Rebecca. How did you even know how to do that?” “She mentioned that you tasted bad from drinking,” Rebecca laughed, grateful that her gambit paid off. “Beating a vampire by getting them drunk. That’s new,” Sandra found the idea hilarious, more so since it worked. “That's one hell of a way to go,” Artie believed, having been told of what happened. “If it worked, it worked. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer person,” Rebecca tried to sit up but felt her stomach lurching, prompting her to lie back down, “Wait…. she died?! Whoa, whoa! I just wanted to knock her out! I didn’t…” “According to the cops, there was still a pulse,” Maxwell managed to calm her down. “Oh thank god,” Rebecca signed with relief, “After what I told Chief Garvin, I didn’t want to see anyone suffer….” “And thanks to you, hopefully more won’t.” The group turned to see the enigmatic chief standing in the doorway, a few cops behind him outside. His odd appearance made everyone’s heads cock to the side. “I hope I’m not interrupting,” Garvin apologized. “Naaaaah,” Rebecca shrugged, “The more the merrier, I guess? What brings you here? Besides the uh… recent crap with Anna.” “Well, legally, I’m here to issue you a warning about obstructing law enforcement,” Garvin sternly announced, making the room’s occupants worry only for him to add, “But off the record, I’m here to thank you. You did good, kid.” “Thank you,” Rebecca bashfully nodded, earning a tip of Garvin’s fedora. As the chief turned to leave, the young woman asked, “What did you guys do with Anna?” “That, Ms. Harris, is something I can’t say,” Garvin looked over his shoulder, “But don’t worry. She wouldn’t be able to harm anyone. Not anymore.” Once the chief was gone, everyone looked at each other. “I can’t tell if that’s either a good thing or bad thing,” Artie pipped up. “I wanna say good,” Sandra hesitantly wondered, “But… where would that take her?” Rebecca pondered but noticed she began feeling something. The young woman could feel the heart beats of all around her, but one stood out. One had shifted and it belonged to her father. Despite the calm smile he sported, Rebecca knew Maxwell had a good idea where and it only made sense. “WASP,” she thought. END The WASP Complex could rival that of Area 51 or Fort Knox at most. Armed guards were perched, ready strike at a moment’s notice following the great “Spire Siege”. It was a nickname born from the press and an event none will ever forget. Deep within the facility, the eerie hums of florescent lights were slowly overtaken by furious footsteps. Lowly guards were suddenly forced to stand in the presence of the one in charge. Despite being a man in his early twenties, Bernard Clark was the young heir to the WASP empire and had only been in power for less than five years. His age and short time as CEO meant nothing, the redhaired and Bernard wasn’t the type to let things slide, proving himself to be just as feared as his family before him. “Where is she?” he barked, prompting guards to let him inside the hidden sector they guarded. There, a horrified Bernard was greeted to sight of a withered Anna, kept alive through blood transfusions inside a stasis chamber. He spun his head towards the scientists overseeing her, a pair of icy blue eyes staring into their souls. “WHAT. HAPPENED?!” he roared, making the scientists feel just inches tall. “W-We don’t fully know sir!” one quivered. “S-She’s one of the Blue Devils,” the other managed to say, “The one who trashed the Medical Development sector! W-We think she took something from there.” “You’re telling me that one of my scientists caused this?! Something from this company created her?!” Bernard snapped, his face almost matching his hair. Getting himself partially under control, the young man huffed, “I want WASP to do good in this world. NOT TO MAKE MONSTERS. WE ARE BETTER THAN THAT.” The scared scientists understood. Despite being the brunt of Bernard’s anger, the crew knew it was never completely aimed at them. Everyone was stressed out, but no one was more than Bernard. The young CEO was under a horrid amount of stress due to the company’s dubious history under his father’s rule. Something he vowed to change. Calming down, Bernard looked at the ghastly Anna who sported a ghoulish grin, knowing she had a hand in his misery. “Goddamn it,” Bernard sighed before heading, fearing what else the company may have done....

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Rebecca the Fly-Girl vs Anna Dahlman AKA the Detroit Vampire.

Based on: The Fly-Girl - Episode 12Fly-Girl: Episode 12“Mano a Mano. Mutant a Mutant.” Anna Dahlman had it all growing up. She had a loving family, friends, and was the smartest in her class with every college in the area fighting to get her enrolled. Life was going to be swell for the optimistic young woman. Then it started. She started feeling weak over the course of a few months. Several doctor visits later revealed one of life’s cruel jokes. The young and optimistic Anna Dahlman died the moment she learned she had terminal cancer. All at the age of sixteen, before her life could even start. The doctors gave her a few years, maybe sooner. In the passing months, Anna’s poor parents watched their once happy daughter devolve into a cruel and vicious human being as her body wasted away, her sprit gone. They tried everything to ease the inevitable but one day, Anna was gone, never to be seen again. In the time that followed, Anna explored the Midwest, not caring where she’d end up. It didn’t matter. She expected to be found in a ditch or something. Anna’s venture soon brought her into contact with others, the dying woman’s jealous anger awaking as she’d saw those who were living their lives in peace, not suffering like she was. She couldn’t have that and what began was a senseless spree of actions with one goal in mind: spreading the pain. Anna didn’t care how petty or childish it was. If she was to suffer, everyone else had too. One’s selfish brand of fair. Then came the Blue Devils. It wasn’t hard getting into their ranks. A few murders here and there for a good score, Anna didn’t care. Her ruthlessness and disregard for her own death caught the attention of those higher up in the command. Anna soon used her slight weight within the organization to further the woman’s violent rampage against life. All that led up to the night the WASP Spire came under attack. Maxwell Harris said it best. It was a damn free for all. Everything was ripe for the taking but Anna simply used it as an excuse to take sadistic glee in terrorizing the panicking staff. Eventually, she found the entrance to the Medical Department. Leaving her cohorts behind, Anna was soon a cackling madwoman as she shot up the lab, destroying various equipment and potential cures to diseases, decades of research going down the drain. Her eyes caught one of the still standing experiments but instead of shooting it up, the young woman took a quick glance at the contents stored in a vial. Curiosity took over as it was said to be a potential cancer cure, one designed as a so-called blood therapy. For the first time in ages, Anna suddenly felt a tinge of hope and she never hesitated in jamming a syringe into her arm, not caring that the treatment wasn’t tested yet. The pain that followed along with the screams attracted a couple of confused Devils who immediately went in to find out what that was, guns raised. What they found was Anna slumped on the ground. At first, they thought she was a WASP employee until they saw the gear nearby. The goons assumed someone had gotten the jump on one of their own and turned to look around. Taking their eyes off of the downed young woman proved fatal. Bloodshot eyes opening, Anna shot up from the ground and sunk her teeth into one of the Devil’s necks, now driven by new urges that ricocheted across her body. Anna knew something was wrong with her, the woman’s mouth moving and flexing in inhuman ways, the warmth of the Devil’s blood rushing down her throat. It was intoxicating. The sudden rush power. Anna felt alive. More than alive as she tossed the emptied husk aside with strength she never had before. The newly inhuman woman turned her grin towards the frightened and paling Devil who was still standing. Both men were ultimately discovered hours later after the Spire was reclaimed but Anna was long gone.Her murderous rampage had only begun.==== “Not a bad trade off,” Anna believed, having told the disgusted Fly-Girl a condensed version of her history, “I get to cheat death and gain superpowers…. but I have drink blood to do it. Eh. Oh well. Life sucks…. And now so do I! HAHAHA!” “You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Fly-Girl wasn’t sure which was worse, Anna’s gruesome methods or her lack of remorse, “How childish are you?!” “Does it look like I care?” Anna smugly inquired, “I like the new me. The power…oh I can relish in it all day! Besides, you of all people should know what it’s like! We’re both freaks but freaks with POWER!” Fly-Girl hissed, not wanting to indulge Anna’s ego any longer. “Get. Away. From. My. Family,” she growled, hoping to at least draw the vampiric woman away from her loved ones. “Relax….” Anna rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t help that one of them’s been drinking. BLEGH. One of these two’s your father, right?” she shifted her pointing finger between the unconscious Maxwell and Jeffery Harris on each side of her. She then placed her glass down on the table, “I’m just gonna be blunt with you, Rebecca. You see, the reason I have to feed like I do is that I burn out of energy quickly after a few days. I gotta recharge.” “Go feed off of cows or something!” Fly-Girl barked, “Anything! Why people!?” “Because I like when things are fair,” Anna coldly grinned, “I wasn’t just randomly picking random schmucks out of the blue. I was picking those high on life. All cheers and smiles. Your friend for one. Frump, was it?” “Oh I get it,” the gears went off in Fly-Girl’s head, “You still can’t stand watching others be happy. Aren’t you petty, huh?” “Life’s unfair,” Anna stated, “Why should I just suffer alone?” “Because you’ve allowed yourself to be miserable,” Fly-Girl growled, “I can’t speak for every case but I’m pretty sure a cancer diagnosis doesn’t warrant a killing spree! Personal example? My grandma found out she was terminal with just months left. She didn’t join some murderous group or turn herself into a leech. No. She accepted her fate!” Anna was unmoved, tapping her fingers on her coat sleeve.“You on the other hand?” Fly-Girl finished her rant, “You just wanted an excuse!” For the first time, the insectoid watched Anna’s self-serving smirk crack. She knew she was playing with fire and a bunch of teeth but all that mattered was getting Anna out of the house. What Fly-Girl didn’t expect how fast Anna could be. The vibration warning went off just as the vampire shot off of the couch and pinned the mutant to the wall by her throat. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you,” Anna’s tone had shifted. She still spoke with a smile, but Fly-Girl heard unbridled fury in her words. “I’m a short hockey player, it comes natural,” Fly-Girl struggled to speak yet kept up her own smirk, “Question, Anna? If you weren’t terminal, what would it have been? Bad grades? A bad break up? Oh! Maybe stubbing a toe or two for you to snap?!” Anna’s smug demeanor cracked again, a scowl becoming more and more apparent as she hurled the insectoid through a wall, propelling her into a backroom. “I’m sooooo glad I fed myself before coming here!” the vampire irritably barked. Fly-Girl coughed up drywall, laughing all the while. “Well. That plan worked,” the insectoid softly congratulated herself. Anna stomped out the debris in her path under her boots, cracking her joints, “If it makes you feel any better, as much as I’d loooooooove to snap your neck, I don’t want to kill you. In fact, I might need you.” “Sorry. I’m not into undead chicks,” Fly-Girl sat up, somewhat reusing the taunt she gave Veronica Winston, “Oh wait. You weren’t wanting a relationship? …oh that pissed off look on your face just answered my question.” “Will you just SHUT UP and listen?!” Anna bellowed, her mouth shifting to accentuate the anger, “If a healthy human being can fuel me for days, what would happen if I fed on someone who isn’t human?!” “Why do you think I suggested cows?” Fly-Girl smiled wider, “Maybe a pig or two. Go hog wild!” “GRAA!” Anna shot forward with her teeth bared, her patience nonexistent but Fly-Girl expected it that time. She pushed herself to the limits in order to get behind the seething vampire, placing her in a choke hold. “Howzabout we take this outside? You are really making a big mess in here!” Fly-Girl tightened her grip on the hissing Anna, “I don’t think my uncle’s insurance covers vampiric assholes trying to find excuses for their shitty actions!” “I’m starting to reconsider being reasonable!” Anna roared. “Why start now?” Fly-Girl cheerfully asked, all the while trying to think of anything to stop the vampire’s rampage. There was no time to call the cops and what were they going to do? Fly-Girl was barely holding on with dear life. The acid vomit crossed her mind only to be shut down. “If she goes for Dad and Uncle J, I’ll do it! Think, think!” the mutant screamed in her head, “There’s gotta be something…. wait.”Something Anna had said clicked in Fly-Girl’s head.“Oh…. Oh man, this is gonna suck,” she whined. Fly-Girl intentionally loosened her grip and dragged her claws across Anna’s face. “BITCH!” the wounded vampire screeched, grabbing Fly-Girl’s arms, and blindly hurling the stunned insectoid through several walls. Anna wiped at her bloodied face in frenzied rage, a far cry from how she was earlier. Hearing noise coming from another room, the vampiric serial killer smashed her way into an office where Fly-Girl was lying there face down, the insectoid woozy. Anna immediately pounced with a savage grin. “Like I was trying to say…. what would happen if I fed on someone who isn’t human!?” the vampire cackled, mouth extending with all teeth flexing in victory as the beaten Fly-Girl didn’t even fight back. The agonized howls erupting from the downed insectoid jarred Maxwell from his stupor, his parental instincts in full force. Despite the pain from being bit by Anna, he gunned it towards the noise coming from his office only to scream upon seeing Anna with her full jaws clamped on Fly-Girl upper shoulder. “REBECCA!” Maxwell was at a loss, believing fully well that the last of his family was about to die. That would have been the case prior to Anna’s eyes shooting open in horror. She feverishly let go, clawing at her maw all the while making the most hellish gagging sounds. Maxwell’s line of sight went down to Fly-Girl as she rolled over, revealing both a devilish grin and an empty bottle of her father’s bourbon. “Hooooow to I tasssshte, biiiisshhhh,” the insectoid drunkenly mocked, not caring that she was bleeding. Anna couldn’t respond, the gurgled shrieks increasing. What Fly-Girl didn’t know was that due to the vampire’s mutation, any form of alcohol was made toxic. Holding her throat, she stumbled forward, hand extended towards the still grinning Fly-Girl until Anna began violently vomiting, turning a ghoulish white as she did. With one final gag, the vampire collapsed into a pool of her own bile. Maxwell desperately rushed to his daughter’s aid, kicking Anna’s body aside to do so, “Rebecca?! REBECCA! Shit! Can you hear me!?” “I gotsshhh the… bisssshhhh,” Fly-Girl managed to slur out, heaving in mid-sentence. Knowing there was nothing he himself could do, Maxwell grabbed his phone, cradling his daughter while dialing 911. ==== “Rebecca?” The world was still spinning to Rebecca as she opened her eyes, finding herself in a hospital room surrounded by her father, uncle, and friends. “Ugh….,” the young woman held her head, trying to focus her vision, “Remind me to never drink. EVER.” “I’m sorry, Max. I should have never told her where to find your hidden booze in case you started drinking again,” Jeffery apologized to his older brother. “I thought I got rid of it ages ago,” Maxwell shook his head laughing, more relieved that his daughter was ok. Woozy but ok, “Rebecca. How did you even know how to do that?” “She mentioned that you tasted bad from drinking,” Rebecca laughed, grateful that her gambit paid off. “Beating a vampire by getting them drunk. That’s new,” Sandra found the idea hilarious, more so since it worked. “That's one hell of a way to go,” Artie believed, having been told of what happened. “If it worked, it worked. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer person,” Rebecca tried to sit up but felt her stomach lurching, prompting her to lie back down, “Wait…. she died?! Whoa, whoa! I just wanted to knock her out! I didn’t…” “According to the cops, there was still a pulse,” Maxwell managed to calm her down. “Oh thank god,” Rebecca signed with relief, “After what I told Chief Garvin, I didn’t want to see anyone suffer….” “And thanks to you, hopefully more won’t.” The group turned to see the enigmatic chief standing in the doorway, a few cops behind him outside. His odd appearance made everyone’s heads cock to the side. “I hope I’m not interrupting,” Garvin apologized. “Naaaaah,” Rebecca shrugged, “The more the merrier, I guess? What brings you here? Besides the uh… recent crap with Anna.” “Well, legally, I’m here to issue you a warning about obstructing law enforcement,” Garvin sternly announced, making the room’s occupants worry only for him to add, “But off the record, I’m here to thank you. You did good, kid.” “Thank you,” Rebecca bashfully nodded, earning a tip of Garvin’s fedora. As the chief turned to leave, the young woman asked, “What did you guys do with Anna?” “That, Ms. Harris, is something I can’t say,” Garvin looked over his shoulder, “But don’t worry. She wouldn’t be able to harm anyone. Not anymore.” Once the chief was gone, everyone looked at each other. “I can’t tell if that’s either a good thing or bad thing,” Artie pipped up. “I wanna say good,” Sandra hesitantly wondered, “But… where would that take her?” Rebecca pondered but noticed she began feeling something. The young woman could feel the heart beats of all around her, but one stood out. One had shifted and it belonged to her father. Despite the calm smile he sported, Rebecca knew Maxwell had a good idea where and it only made sense. “WASP,” she thought. END The WASP Complex could rival that of Area 51 or Fort Knox at most. Armed guards were perched, ready strike at a moment’s notice following the great “Spire Siege”. It was a nickname born from the press and an event none will ever forget. Deep within the facility, the eerie hums of florescent lights were slowly overtaken by furious footsteps. Lowly guards were suddenly forced to stand in the presence of the one in charge. Despite being a man in his early twenties, Bernard Clark was the young heir to the WASP empire and had only been in power for less than five years. His age and short time as CEO meant nothing, the redhaired and Bernard wasn’t the type to let things slide, proving himself to be just as feared as his family before him. “Where is she?” he barked, prompting guards to let him inside the hidden sector they guarded. There, a horrified Bernard was greeted to sight of a withered Anna, kept alive through blood transfusions inside a stasis chamber. He spun his head towards the scientists overseeing her, a pair of icy blue eyes staring into their souls. “WHAT. HAPPENED?!” he roared, making the scientists feel just inches tall. “W-We don’t fully know sir!” one quivered. “S-She’s one of the Blue Devils,” the other managed to say, “The one who trashed the Medical Development sector! W-We think she took something from there.” “You’re telling me that one of my scientists caused this?! Something from this company created her?!” Bernard snapped, his face almost matching his hair. Getting himself partially under control, the young man huffed, “I want WASP to do good in this world. NOT TO MAKE MONSTERS. WE ARE BETTER THAN THAT.” The scared scientists understood. Despite being the brunt of Bernard’s anger, the crew knew it was never completely aimed at them. Everyone was stressed out, but no one was more than Bernard. The young CEO was under a horrid amount of stress due to the company’s dubious history under his father’s rule. Something he vowed to change. Calming down, Bernard looked at the ghastly Anna who sported a ghoulish grin, knowing she had a hand in his misery. “Goddamn it,” Bernard sighed before heading, fearing what else the company may have done....

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