Bourget continued her reign of terror. Slashing and striking down all her enemies appearing before her. Like bugs ready to be squashed. She was the boot while they were the unsuspecting critter, eager for an opportunity to snag itself a victory.

They had killed such a dear, innocent employee. Pohl was right. They deserved to be exterminated. A rage fell over her that she could not comprehend or even explain. What she could do was just watch as her sword killed so many. Green ooze splattered on the walls. Their bodies became mush as they were cleaved to their extinction.

She continued down the stairs. Clearing floors left and right. There was no emotion or teaching in her head that told her to stop. Only the words “kill” echoed through her head. She did not think of anything else but the massacre of the enemy. Like long ago, when she was just a child sent to a battlefield to take a single rebellious outpost.

Her father had forced her to go. She loved battle, and so she went. With only a sword in her hand. She believed she was greater than them like she was. Still when she was younger. She remembers befriending many comrades who were years older than her. Still, they showed respect and humility. They were not warriors. Just merchants looking for a quick buck to free them from debt, and some kids who wanted to make a big name out of themselves. Others were experienced, but they were depressing. She was more outgoing and energetic.

She was unlike who she was in the past. That raid changed her for life. As she slashed a soldier's throat, she remembered what her past was like. Back when she was just a teenager, she aspired to be just like her father.

It was summertime, and her father had come back from a huge expedition that left him very harmed. He wished to fight more, but they did not want their great commander to be killed in combat at such a weak outpost. It was unfitting for his godlike strength. So when Madam Bourget begged to be sent, he resisted. He knew how dangerous they were. Their resilience and willpower matched his own, but he still sent her. And she hated him for it.

Madam Bourget came back to the present to see a brute holding a giant electric sledgehammer in their hands. The man huffed and ran full speed to her. She dodged to the side, turning her hips. His hammer smashed the floor and sent them down an entire floor. She smiled as she was left on her back as he swung his sledgehammer to the side.

As he sent the swing from the left, she blocked it with her sword and jumped up, headbutting the brute. He then lowered his fist and sent it flying to her child.

She effortlessly swatted his attack and only looked at him coldly and carefully. She could no longer play games with him. She picked her sword from the ground and pierced his belly. The blade appeared on the other side of the body as he left a final breath.

Arriving at camp, she was treated with dignity and respect. Offered extra food and special housing. She was even offered the most pristine weapon that belonged to someone else entirely. Commander Zi was jealous from the get-go when his precious little gun was taken away. Those were just playthings for her because her true love was in swords. She loved the blades. How it clashed with other weapons. Ripping open people, devices, weapons, and even rocks alike. Like her, it was sharp and cunning, with no prediction on where its next move would go.

"Hey Bourget, we were raiding that little outpost on the cliff soon. You ready.” Her friend laughed; his name was Eli.

"So ready. I heard they're tough, but we could take those bastards down in an instant. Imma slash through all their defenses.” She smiled, flexing her bicep.

"Calm down," Zi scoffed, sitting across from her. “You gotta think smarter.”

"Why would I think smarter if I could just overpower them? My sword can cut through rocks; I think I can cut through some measly reptiles.” She laughed.

"Whatever you say.” He said this, rolling his eyes. He was right back then. She was prideful and ignorant from the very start. Like a rabid dog.

Madam Bourget slashed another soldier as he screeched for someone. A woman's name is something along the lines of Desora or Desoro. She could not remember that name. Even in his final words, he mentioned her and smiled.

She remembered Eli being her first love back then. The two were inseparable. He was only there for her entertainment and nothing else. He was a cute kid, and she was sort of acerbic for him. While she was the more brash and outgoing one, he was reserved and timid. She was very scared and anxious around new people while she took charge of all their secret trips leaving camp.

Love was overrated in her eyes. She found more satisfaction in forcing herself to be the lead figure in someone's life. Like Lieutenant C. She missed him, but she could never love him. He was different, and that was a fact. But ever since the explosion, her ideas have changed. Conflicts rose in her head, wondering which one was correct.

Bourget looked back at her training regimen. With her instructors, who did not care about the outcome of the battle. They gave basic shooting drills and got everything over with. She was reminded of how she reacted to her arguments.

"You are weak; that is why you are nowhere near my level." The young Madame Bourget said.

"Shut up, girl, or I must punish you.” The short man said it right at her height.

She grabbed his collar and flipped him to his back. Then, rushing to break up the argument, was a group of instructors. All who look disillusioned by other things should worry about the training for their other students. Bourget beat the instructor to a bloody pulp as he tried to fight back. She only cut his wrist with her fingernails. Keeping him away from trying to touch her at the weakest and most vulnerable points.

Eli then forced her off him, and she looked at him in dismay and cut everything off with him right there. She could no longer show such important affection to someone as weak as him. If she could, she would beat him also.

Later that day, she was scolded, beaten, and told off, and she could not say anything back. Her hands shook in anger as she wanted to beat down all her enemies. Anyone who looked down on her deserved to die. Nobody felt deserving of going to the outpost or fighting in war. She was battle-ready for life, and they were not. Weak and lazy. Maybe that was why the Caldera attack happened. That her generation became lazy like Prime, a man who did not care about leadership until forced to.

She cleared out another floor while she thought to herself. Killing wasn't the only thing on her mind. Her past continued to haunt her as she wondered about her experiences. She wondered if this was all worth it as she looked at her arm, which had remained a sword.

Her memories faded in, and she remembers sitting inside a truck. Sword in hand, ready to battle. The truck was all black, with tinted weapons to peer out of but not into. She looked at the tiring outpost in the desert atmosphere with the bright sun. A humid environment with bugs chirping was an important factor in the reason for attacking. They were going to be dehydrated. Their cold blood would be unable to handle the posterizing levels of heat.

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She kept the grip on her sword tight. So tight, she thought she would break the sword, but she was not nervous. She was confident. very Confident. Eli sat next to her, nervous, with a pistol in his hand. His finger was already on the trigger, trembling. He tried to get her attention, but she ignored him. She “broke up.” with him the other day for the nuisance he caused when he tried breaking up the fight between her and the instructor.

Commander Zi snorted while he watched the truck go up the rocky terrain. The cliff is becoming more and more stiff. Finally, as expected, shots were fired. Raining down from above. Madam Bourget remembers listening to the order to not leave the vehicle, but she could not just be disrespected in that sort of way. So without warning, she turned on the turrets and jumped through the upper windshield.

Grabbing the turret controls, she was lucky not to be hit by a bullet that strayed away in a different direction and stayed firm in her position. She screamed like a warrior, like her father. She fired and screamed, killing so many reptiles. Green blood fell over her face, and she basked in the glory. Unlike now, where blood remained on her face, she stayed silent. There was no glory in it now, but back then, she was so happy for such a simple kill.

She looked behind her as the dead bodies piled up in this vertical hallway. Humans and reptiles alike. They murdered them, so she had to repay the favor. Still, she sensed someone new, someone more alive, coming up the stairs. Whoever it was, she could sense their kills and the bloodshed on their bodies. Were they like her?

Her vision changed to the outpost back then. When the tanks broke the doors down and everyone went inside, guns were blazing. Rifles fired into the hearts of many humans, but they rebelled back. Both sides killed each other one by one.

Madam Bourget came late to the fight due to the unsuspecting surprise attack and jumped for the opportunity to win in battle. The first reptile was unsuspecting, and its throat was slashed. The one next to him, seeing the bloodshed, raised his pistol, but it was cut in half. His eyes rose to meet her eyes, and she looked at him regretfully. He raised his hands. He tried to surrender, and he pleaded, saying some form of language Madam Bourget did not understand. He bowed and slobbered all over his feet.

Saliva left his mouth, drooling for forgiveness. She touched his chin with her index and middle fingers, the ones that had been cut off by Lieutenant C. She turned her body toward the walls of the building and ran on the walls. Sticking her boots and jumping, she floated, and with her sword, she chucked it full strength, piercing the face of one soldier. The rest, fearful, fired rapidly yet weakly.

She landed on the dead body and rolled, picking up her dagger in the middle. She balanced herself with her left hand on the floor. She ran to them, cutting their bullets in half, swiping away their melee attacks that were countered with a duck, a punch back, and then a knee to the stomach. The man who had most likely rehearsed this sort of situation pulled out his side pistol, but instead, his throat was slashed. The other two sternly picked up their weapons, but her legs came flying at them and kicked them to the floor.

When they fell unconscious, she was bored and distinctly remembered. That boredom did not make her cautious enough to expect what would happen next. A bomb was thrown by none other than her ally. Eli.

It was an unconscious mistake. Nervous as his hands were shaking, he threw the C4 as far as he could, but slipping in the direction where Madam Bourget was was a crucial mistake. As the two exchanged one final glance, she wished she could just kill him right there.

Once the explosion happened, many reptiles fell from the cliff, and close to falling was Madam Bourget. Rolling to the edge of the cliff, she only awoke to the sound of a galloping group of reptiles surrounding her. Her vision almost betrayed her, but she forced herself to wake up to see the reinforcements. A group of black-armored men with snouts releasing from their mouths Some were fully masked, some were half-masked, and some had ripped masks.

Her fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and she grabbed the sharpest object to her. A piece of some sort of dagger. Except there was no arm to grab it. Looking to her right, she saw her arm missing. With no warning, she screamed in agony as she felt the pain of blood leaving her arm and her bone slightly exposed. She panted as the soldiers walked closer and closer to maybe pushing her off the cliff. Their guns were up as they radioed in unintelligent sentences.

With no reason to live, she thought about jumping and then dying at the hands of a lesser species. Until a plan came into her mind. Looking at the dagger, she grabbed it with her left hand. She fumbled as she pushed it deep into her flesh. The soldiers paused in confusion and fear, looking at this young girl push such a shark object into her flesh.

Then a massacre ensued.

She could not even count how many of them she killed or how many were surrounding her. She pounced on them like a rabid animal, one that was injured and starved. A lion. Her heart beat heavy, and her breaths were heavy. Her eyes almost failed her on multiple occasions or struck her face, where her vision almost became black.

Still, she let nothing hold her back from the killing. Their hot blood, which she licked, fell on her face. She reveled in the glory of killing them all. Their snouts she cut off and used to strike the others. She cut their fingers, unable to pull the trigger. She cut the muscles in their ankles, making them unable to move. Any move in the book they used helped her fight. She did not care about fighting fair or dirty. Whatever it took to win.

Based on what other recounts said, When she climbed the wall back into the outpost, and when most of the outpost was captured, they said she looked like a monster.

She laughed, looking at her sword arm. Noise walking up the stairs left her to pause for a second. She waited up to see who her next foe would be. Would it be one of those shadow fighters from before? Or somebody more entertaining.

Then, as if a switch had turned on, she remembered something. When she took her rampage, she climbed the wall to kill the remaining soldiers. She rushed into a room. Growling with drool coming down her throat. She was looking for someone specific.

She rushed through all the rooms, and finally, she pushed her only working hand and entered the last room, where a grizzly site was in front of her. No, she paused. She did not remember this part.

She saw her target, Eli, lying dead on the floor with the blood of ten soldiers around them. Maybe even more than she killed. An aura of fear struck her as her vision started to fade slowly to black. Her eyes tried to fight the blindness that was about to consume her, but it was hard. Still, she could make out the faces—actually, no, the faces of two identical twins. One with luscious brown hair and one with luscious white hair.

The two had an energy she could not explain. Villainous. If she were the monster, These two were devils. Created inside a lab as she noticed the cracked open tubes. Wires disconnected from their bodies as they did not pay attention to Bourget or the dead bodies. Only touching each other and exploring their bodies

She raised her sword and pounced for the attack to just be slapped away into the ground. With her final sight, she saw the person with white hair smile, using his fingers to push into her eyes. Ridding her of one of her five senses.

Madam Bourget touched her eyeballs, scared. Why was she now scared of just a memory? Of two young children. The aura became closer and closer, and now she understood why. This aura was just the same as the two children; whoever they were must know something. Or it must be them.

She gulped as the steps finally reached the floor, and she stood waiting for them. A pause happened between the two, a quiet that could be broken by just a teardrop of sweat. She readied her sword before the door opened. Revealing Two people, a young girl who looked no older than 15 and a brute whose muscles contracted through his body with his purple skin.

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Boo and Bam had combined. Cuts reigned over their bodies, and their arms were close to falling off. Hailey's arm was broken, and red blood splattered across their bodies like an art piece. They finally reached a floor where they could take some sort of rest. After the attack that took down all of their forces, they were the only ones remaining.

How could they even do anything back or even try to fight now? They wondered among each other if their superb abilities had led them to this point. Surprised, fear hit their bodies as they opened the door, only to see a woman of strength before them. They understood now what predicament they were in and grabbed their weapons to become battle-ready.

In front of them was Madam Bourget.