As Alexander left my soul, I felt an unexpected sense of unease. The world around me began to look distorted, with purple hues clouding my vision. But that wasn't the worst of it - the cacophony of voices that flooded my mind was almost unbearable. Each voice was distinct, but they all shared a common message.

“Kill them! This is boring!”

“He’s gone! We’re free!”

“Don’t ignore us! Let out your rage!”

It was becoming increasingly difficult to control myself. The pain in my head was throbbing, and I felt like I was losing control. I clutched my head, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I felt my mind beginning to snap, the voices in my head becoming louder and more insistent. Panic rose in my chest as I struggled to maintain control. I looked up at the queen and begged her to get away from me, my voice shaking with fear and desperation.

But it was too late. My body was no longer my own, and I watched in horror as if from a distance as I stood up and retrieved my 'X' mask from my cloak. With shaking hands, I carefully placed the mask on my face, feeling its cold surface against my skin.

I looked around until my eyes settled on Henry, and without a second thought, I dashed toward him, my mind consumed by madness. I lifted him by the neck, heedless of the battle raging around us.

"Who are you?" he choked out, his eyes wide with fear.

"Who am I?" I laughed, my voice sounding unhinged. "Actually, that's a good question. I'm not quite Quinn, but I'm also not X. Hmm, I'm not all that creative. Call me... Y!"

I tightened my grip around Henry's neck, reveling in the power I felt coursing through me. The voices in my head were egging me on, urging me to give in to my rage and kill him.

"Y, please," Henry gasped, his face turning red. "You don't have to do this. We can talk, we can figure something out."

But I was beyond reason. I had surrendered to the madness that had taken hold of me, and nothing he could say would stop me from carrying out my dark desires.

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"Talk? What is there to talk about?" I sneered. "You are the enemy, and I am the executioner. It's that simple."

I saw Colette and Sun appear out of the corner of my eye.

“Quinn!” Colette yelled out, “What are you doing? He isn’t the enemy!”

“Even if he is the enemy,” Sun yelled out after her, “This isn’t you Quinn!”

“You are right, this isn’t Quinn,” I smiled wickedly, “I’m simply another being existing in her fractured soul, it’s honestly getting quite crowded,” Then I looked directly at Sun, “But you aren’t one to talk. You have been keeping a big secret from us haven’t you,”

“What are you talking about?” Colette said.

I could see Sun trembling and I continued my taunts, “You aren’t one of us, you are a–” Everything went dark, the last thing I heard was Colette yelling my name.

A fractured soul… Crowded… X… Y… Sun not human… The world isn’t as simple as I thought it was.

***

(Dimension 911)

Two figures sat hunched over a computer screen. The first, a woman in her mid-twenties, with long, sleek black hair that was braided, the other was a masculine figure with neatly combed short blond hair. They were Jay and Kierra, the only remaining members of Team Alpha, the strongest squad in the D-Police.

Jay spoke up, "There was a D-Force sighting in Dimension 372, and it was at the Seraphim rank. Alexander's sword also disappeared from the vault."

Kierra sighed in disbelief. "For his sword to be summoned, it would have to be by a direct descendant."

Jay nodded thoughtfully. "Did you two ever... you know." Jay made an obscene gesture with their hands.

Kierra blushed and slapped Jay's hands away. "Shut up, Jay! And no, we didn't."

Jay grinned. "Ah, that must be why you broke up with him."

"We didn't break up, he died!" Kierra said, laughing despite the somber topic.

Jay turned serious. "Maybe he didn't. Aside from us, there are only two other people at the Seraphim rank, and none of us were in Dimension 372."

Kierra's eyes widened in shock. "This is insane! We need to head out there tomorrow."

Jay frowned. "Sorry, can't make it tomorrow. It's my dad's birthday... Maybe Wynsan?"

"No, can't do Wynsan. It's my niece's birthday," Kierra replied, thinking. "And Synsan is the anniversary of Alexander's death, so we should wait until after that."

They both nodded in agreement. "It's settled then, next week," Jay said firmly.

They shared a moment of silence before Kierra spoke up. "It's what Alexander would have wanted."