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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b][u]Bloodline: Origins[/u][/b][/center][center][u]Part 2[/u][/center][center][b]Awakening[/b][/center][center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nLyall gasped deep, suddenly awake. Her eyes snapped open wide as she jolted upright. Her hands flew to her chest, only to realize one moved. The memory of what happened flooded back to her. Bracing herself for what she knew she would see, she turned to look anyway. Sure enough, her right arm ended inches past her shoulder. The sleeve of her shirt was torn, coated in blood, as was most of her side, though now mostly dried. The end of the stump was covered in some kind of material, not a bandage, more like a rubber cap of some kind, in light blue. There was no pain, only a numbness. The strangest thing was she could swear she still felt her arm. It itched, her fingers tingling like it had only fallen asleep.\n\nFinally deciding to look around at where she was, the young red squirrel found she sat on a medical bed of some kind, bumped up in the corner of the room. The room was clearly some exam room, with a monitor showing her vitals, including a clear, if rapid heartbeat. A metal cabinet sat against the wall, vials of different things sitting on the shelves, along with bandages and other medical tools and equipment. The room was not large, though there was a desk on the opposite side of her bed. Some papers were sprawled along the top of the desk, each with something scribbled upon them. Beside the empty chair was a waste bin, filled with more crumpled papers.\n\nShe jumped when the door opened suddenly. A small, sleek robot stepped in. It was a much more recognizable form than the walking trash cans she had seen earlier, but was still all shining metal. It had smoother curves to show shoulders, long limbs ending in something approximating hands. It also had something that could represent a head, at least vaguely. A large sphere sat atop what could be called a neck, glowing lights shining on the side facing her. \"You are finally awake.\" The voice that came from it was as synthetic as the other robots, but at least this one had tone to it, and sounded vaguely feminine. \"How are you feeling?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"What kind of stupid question is that? I just got tortured!\" She held up the stump where her arm was. \"How the hell do you think I feel!?\"\n\nThe robot shifted a little. \"Aggression towards me will do you no good. I am, after all, the one who kept you from bleeding to death.\" The robot motioned to the arm. \"Is there any pain?\"\n\nShe still glared at the thing, but shook her head again. \"No... kind of. It feels... I can still feel my arm. It itches.\" She instinctively reached over to try and scratch at her upper arm, only to stop when her fingers found only air.\n\nThe robot bobbed its 'head' in some kind of nod. \"That is typical of dismemberment. Phantom limb syndrome. It will fade with time. Probably.\"\n\nLyall scoffed. \"Probably. Great.\" She shook her head again. \"So much for me having powers, huh? I told that maniac I didn't have any! I've been hurt before! Broke an arm falling out of a tree when I was a kid. Why wouldn't they activate then if all it takes is some horrible physical trauma? Took almost 3 months for it to heal and I'm still just me, mundane Lyall!\"\n\nThe robot its head a little. \"I cannot guess as to what may activate your latent abilities.\"\n\n\"I DON'T HAVE ANY!\" She shouted.\n\nThe robot continued anyway. \"However, I am sure the doctor will find out how at some point. Provided you survive the subsequent testing, of course.\"\n\n\"Great. More torture... What's next, electrocution? Poison? Stabbing me in the guts? Setting me on fire? Just taking off my head?\" She closed her eyes. \"Might as well skip to that one, put me out of my misery.\"\n\n\"All valid options.\" The robot responded, not at all picking up on the sarcasm. \"I am sure the doctor is already setting up your next test as we speak.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"Great.\" She looked up as the door slid open, two more of the more bulky, cylindrical robots stepping inside. \"And here's my escort now.\" She sighed, getting to her feet. \"Where to? Another exam room?\"\n\nOne of the two spoke in its monotone voice. \"You will return to your holding cell. You will follow and comply, or-\"\n\n\"Or force will be applied. Yeah, I got it the first three times.\" She motioned for it to lead on, only to realize she tried to use her right hand. She sighed. \"Go on then.\" The robot turned and stepped down the hall, the other moving behind her as she followed the first. The trip to the cells was about the same length as the one to whatever that room with the bio-whatever was in, though with more turns. Soon enough, she was back in the same cell as before.\n\nThe moment the barrier was up, the voice of her 'host' echoed around the room. \"Welcome back to the land of the living, Lyall.\"\n\nShe nearly jumped out of her skin as he spoke suddenly, her suddenly even more puffy tail twitching about as she turned to look at the camera aimed towards her cell. \"Yeah. No thanks to you.\"\n\nHe didn't cackle this time, instead let out a dark, cold chuckled. \"You will thank me eventually. Once I have awoken your powers.\"\n\nShe moved to cross her arms over her chest, but stopped and just settled for leaving one hand on her hip. \"Fat chance of that, fucker!\"\n\nHe continued. \"Now, now. I am being a gracious host here.\" She rolled her eyes. \"Behind you, on your bed, you will find a change of clothes. I'm afraid they are hardly stylish, and may not fit quite as well your normal attire, a tad large for you perhaps. But I thought you might want something not covered in so much of your blood.\" She turned and saw what he was talking about. Not stylish indeed. It was a pair of pants and a long sleeve shirt that buttoned down the middle, both in garish yellow. There was something else, as well. A tray sat beside the folded clothing, with a bowl of noodles in a brown sauce, and a glass of water. He even provided both chopsticks, as well as a spoon and fork. There was even a napkin. \"I've also provided you with some dinner. I figure you might be hungry after all this time.\"\n\nLyall looked back at the camera. \"Is it poisoned or drugged or something?\"\n\n\"No, no. I would not do that to you. Without first hooking you up to monitoring equipment to track your vitals.\" Despite her reservations, she actually believed that last part. \"It is untainted by any sort of drugs or poisons. Just noodles and sauce, and some water. The water was even filtered first, so it has less contaminants than what you might find in your tap at home. Now, you should eat up and get some rest. I have plans for later.\"\n\nShe sighed. \"Of course you do.\" She looked at the clothes on the bed. \"You're going to watch me change, aren't you?\" There was no response this time. \"Right.\" She sighed and shook her head, turning her back to the camera before stripping. If he wanted some kind of show, the best he was getting was her fluffy tail blocking the view of the good parts. She noticed he had not bothered with any kind of underwear to go with it. She left her panties on as she slipped the pants on. She also kept her sports bra on under the new shirt. Not that she had a particularly large set of breasts to hide to begin with. Closing the buttons on the shirt was an interesting task with just one hand, especially not her dominant hand. After some fumbling, she got enough of the buttons in place to at least keep the top closed, leaving her belly somewhat exposed. The shirt and pants were a bit baggy on her, but she preferred that to something too small.\n\nShe looked down at herself once she was dressed again. \"Feels like a prison uniform.\" She sighed and sat herself on the edge of the bed. \"Pretty accurate, I guess.\" She looked at the tray of food and debated being stubborn about eating. She quickly decided there was really no point to making herself go hungry. It wasn't like a protest would make him let her go. So she just pulled the tray into her lap and picked up the chopsticks, only to switch to a fork as she couldn't get her left fingers to hold them right. The sauce had a slight spice to it, and the noodles were full bodied. She had to admit, for prison food, it was not as bad as it could have been.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nLance Yordis, superhero codename: Gungnir, struck the heavy bag in front of him rapidly. While the thing was designed to withstand blows from people with enhanced strength such as him, it could not sustain such rapid punishment. Especially as the squirrel was not even trying to hold back. His daughter had been captured by some maniac, and other than the initial ransom demand several days ago, they had nothing new. They knew it was Dr. Mind, but not where he was. Even the ransom seemed suspicious, more like taunting than an actual demand. His gloved fist struck again, only for his other to follow up, and the first to strike again. With one hard blow, the thing gave out, exploding into a spray of sand-like stuffing. He panted as he looked at the debris. The third bag he'd obliterated in this way today alone.\n\n\"I'm glad you're taking it out on that, and not criminals.\" A female voice behind him spoke, though it was as much in his head as in his ears. He didn't bother looking at his wife, Nyse, codename: Archer. He just grunted, moving to get another bag and set it up.\n\nHe didn't need to look to know she was giving him a concerned look. \"I'm...\" He was going to say he was fine, but they both knew that was a lie. \"Dealing with it.\" He finished setting up the new bag and started to throw punches at it. Though this time, he was holding back a little. \"I just hate being cooped up and in the dark like this.\" He slammed his fist into the bag, nearly breaking it already. \"We should be out there, tracking Minde down and...!\" He slammed his fist again, this time also bursting a hole right through it with an energy beam blast form his fist. Thankfully, the wall behind it was also designed to withstand punishment from supers, including energy projection. Though it still left another scorch mark.\n\nHe sighed. When he felt the hand on his shoulder, it did nothing to ease his tension. \"I know... I'm worried, too. But you know we've got some of the best recon people out there looking for any sign of Minde... and Lyall.\" She put her arms around his, and he finally looked at her. Her eyes were not looking up at him, but down at the ground. \"She's still alive. I can feel that much...\" She had telepathic abilities, and while not the most powerful, she also had a special connection to her family. Him, and their daughter. She'd always been careful never to project thoughts into Lyall's mind, or read hers, so as not to give away she had any powers. But she could still usually feel the girl's thoughts, if not read them. Even from outside of her usual range limit, she could at least sense something of her family.\n\n\"Do you have any idea how she is?\" he knew she didn't know where the girl was. She'd have said something immediately.\n\nNyse closed her eyes, concentrating for a moment. \"Mmmph. No. She's too far. I can't get anything.\" She sighed. \"I don't even know if what I'm feeling is real, or just wishful thinking.\"\n\nHe suddenly pulled her close, holding her gently, yet tightly against his body. \"We'll get her back.\"\n\nShe nodded, leaning into him. \"We have to.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nLyall shuddered and panted as she lay on her cot. The last round of experiments had involved injecting her with... she didn't know what. The voice on the speakers had said what it was, but used whatever the chemical name was. But it was definitely a drug of some kind. It had left her fur crawling, every nerve hypersensitive. She swore could feel every hair of her fur as it moved or brushed against her clothes. The lightest breeze was enough for everything to tingle again. Yet it wasn't pain that he inflicted on her in this state. It was worse. The device she had been strapped into had vibrated, probably deliberately.\n\nThe result was a new form of torture: sexual. She'd been forced to orgasm more times than she could count. She vaguely remembered the man saying something about heightened states possibly activating powers. Yet all she did was writhe and scream and soak her pants over and over. For hours. At least it felt like hours. Even now, hours later, she still felt the trembles running through her. Whatever the drug was, it was still in her system. She hoped not for much longer. But she could write off a hyper metabolism as a power.\n\nShe whimpered as she heard the heavy, rhythmic metal footsteps of one of the robots coming down the hallway and sighed heavily. \"Not again...\" She closed her eyes and just laid there shivering, not wanting to get out of the uncomfortable cot.\n\n\"Good morning, Lyall.\" Dr. Mind's voice came echoing from the speakers. \"If you would please get up, I have prepared the next set of tests I'd like to run on you.\"\n\nShe whimpered again. \"Go pound sand!\" She was surprised how forceful her voice was, even if it was shaky. \"I'm not going along so you can have one of your little trash cans drug me again!\"\n\nThe energy wall lowered as the robot stood beside the now open exit to the cell. The monotone voice spoke. \"You will follow or force will be applied.\"\n\nShe opened her eyes and turned to glare at the robot. \"You can go fuck off, too!\" She hissed her words through grit teeth.\n\nThe robot stepped into her cell. \"Resistance registered. Force will be applied.\" It reached out and grabbed her left wrist with one of its clamps, dragging her off of the bed. She yelped, falling to the floor as it started to walk away, dragging her by her wrist.\n\nShe scrambled back to her feet, only to try and plant them on the ground, tugging and trying to pull her hand away. \"Lemme go, you bucket of bolts!\" Her feet skidded on the hard floor as the robot continued forward, undaunted by her resistance.\n\nDr. Mind spoke again. \"Oh dear. Do please stop struggling, Lyall. You will only result in hurting yourself unnecessarily.\"\n\n\"YOU SHUT UP!\" She shouted as she kept pulling back away. \"I'm not... going to let you just stab me again!\" She grit her teeth as she pulled away. She wasn't sure if it was adrenalin, or the drug, or some combination, but she actually seemed to manage to halt the robot for a second. Her whole body felt very strange, tingling and feeling suddenly cold. She felt more than heard a ripping sound. Then she was free of the grasp, stumbling backwards until she struck the wall. Her fluffy tail cushioned the blow, so at least she had not cracked her head against the metal, but she still slid down to the floor in a heap. For a panicked moment, she feared she somehow tore her other arm off, but her hand smacked against the cot on her way down. Yet it still felt like the clamp was latched onto her wrist.\n\nShe opened her eyes and looked down at her hand, wondering if she tore the robot's arm off instead. What she saw was her arm devoid of any clamp... or any sleeve. Not just one, but both arms, the other somehow suddenly back. She flexed her fingers several times, then grabbed her right hand with her left, to make sure she was seeing it properly. Only then did notice she was very suddenly completely naked, everything on full display. \"What?\" She heard an odd echo of her voice in front of her. Looking up, her eyes went wide with shock and confusion. Standing where she had been a second before, still within clamp hand of the robot was... another her. They stared at each other, only to voice the same word at the same time. \"WHAT!?\" The other her was wearing the tattered remains of her clothing, the back of the shirt and pants completely torn open. The pants had fallen away, and the shirt was doing a poor job of remaining on her shoulders.\n\n\"Stop!\" Dr. Mind called out. The robot obeyed, no longer pulling, though it still held onto the other Lyall's wrist. \"Fascinating!\"\n\nBoth Lyalls looked up at the camera. \"What is going on!?\" They asked in unison, then looked at each other in confusion. She was staring at an exact duplicate of herself, which was staring right back at her. \"Is this...\" They both started, then stopped again. The Lyall farther in in the cell motioned. \"You... you first...\" She swung her tail around herself, hugging the large, fluffy appendage to her front to give at least some kind of cover to her body.\n\nThe Lyall in the robot's grip looked up at the camera again. \"What the fuck is going on, [i]doctor[/i]!?\" She stopped herself before accusing the other of being a fake of some kind, but the thought crossed her mind.\n\n\"Complete cellular duplication!\" He said it like it meant something. Both Lyalls just stared up at the camera with a dubious look. \"You have duplicated yourself, splitting apart into two copies. Not unlike cell division.\"\n\nLyall in the cell spoke up now. \"So... what, did I just clone myself?\" She looked at the other Lyall, and it was clear she was thinking the same thing. \"But why do I have both arms while she's still only got one?\"\n\n\"An excellent question, my dear!\" Mind's voice grew higher pitched again with his excitement. \"Perhaps you only duplicate yourself based on your base DNA blueprint. Since you were born with all limbs intact, you duplicate with them. The real question is: are you just a copy, or are you a new being entirely?\" He spoke to his robot once more. \"Bring the one you have to room 316. We must examine her. The one in the cell can stay.\" The moment he said this, the energy wall appeared again, trapping one Lyall in her cell again while the robot started to walk and drag the other away.\n\n\"No! Lemme go!\" The Lyall in the robot's grip started to struggle again. As she was struggling, her right shoulder brushed one of the energy barriers to a different cell. She flinched back and cried out as she made contact, sparks flying momentarily from the false wall as it burnt her shoulder slightly. With the drug still heightening her senses, it felt like she just dipped her shoulder in lava.\n\nWithin the cell, the other Lyall also cried out, grabbing her right shoulder as she felt the same agony. At the same time, her legs trembled as a strange shudder ran through her whole body. Thanks to the confusing situation, she hadn't realized she was also still feeling the heightened senses. Gently lifting her hand, she looked at her shoulder, only to find there was no damage. \"Stop!\" Minde called out again, and once more the robot halted. \"You both felt that? Shared synapse response? Fascinating...\"\n\n\"Glad me getting burned is fascinating...\" The Lyall in the hallway spat at the camera above her.\n\nMinde was still expressing his excitement. \"Oh, but it is, my dear! Hrmmm... maybe... I planned to wait on this for more tests, but I think we should accelerate the process. Take her to room 338 instead.\" The robot started moving once more, dragging the squirrel in his clamp hand yet again. \"Before you struggle too much, I am also sending the med bot to meet you there. They will tend to that shoulder.\"\n\nShe sighed, stumbling a little before following the robot. \"At least you're not planning on killing me.\"\n\n\"Not today. I do not know how that would affect your newly split body.\"\n\nShe scoffed. \"How considerate of you.\"\n\nThe Lyall in her cell sat on her bed, still hugging her tail to herself to cover as much as she could. \"What about me?\"\n\nZylan chuckled. \"You can sit and wait.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"Of course. Can I at least get some new clothes... again?\"\n\nAnother chuckle. \"No... for a few reasons. First off, you destroyed the ones I just gave you. I would not want to give you more if you're just going to rip through them so quickly. Also, I don't have many that would fit you, so you would have to wait.\"\n\nShe sighed again and shook her head. \"Right... of course you'll just leave me naked.\"\n\nHis voice was a little colder. \"If my theory is correct, you'll be thanking me for that soon enough.\" Something about that sent a shiver down her spine.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nLyall panted and whimpered as she lay on the cot, trying and failing to ignore what was happening. She had been left alone in the cell for several hours, and at first it was fine. Then something started to happen. Not to her, but to the... other her. She didn't know how she could feel it, but she could. She had felt her walking through the halls, and being strapped to some table. It was cold. There was a sharp pain in her left arm, but only for a second. Then something else. Not pain. Overwhelming pleasure. At first, some vibrating device against her pussy... the other her's pussy. That was left there for some time, the speeds increasing and decreasing. The other her was unable to resist the orgasms. She mostly could... for a while. But she still felt herself drooling with arousal.\n\nThen something was inserted into her. Into the other her. Something large. Not so large that it was painful. She couldn't feel if whatever it was had texture or not, but she could at least tell it wasn't another person raping her. Especially as the thing started to vibrate inside of her. She couldn't resist then, letting out a choked, muffled cry as she came. Once the first finally struck her, she couldn't hold the next back. It was not long before she was almost writhing on the cot, pussy squirting and clenching around something that wasn't inside of her. But she felt like it was all the same. It was a horrible feeling, both uncomfortably full and desperately empty at the same time.\n\nDr. Minde watched all of it on the monitors in his office. Sitting at the desk was a short weasel in his late 40's, with blue fur and wild, grey hair atop his head. He watched the two women, how their reactions were both similar, and yet different. \"So they feel the same things, but do not respond the same. Adding a second dosage of the drug to the one-armed subject did not seem to have the same effect on the two-armed subject. So they share feelings, but not full experiences.\" He was speaking into a microphone, though this was for his personal notes, not to broadcast for them to hear. \"Fascinating. Self-replication is an exceedingly rare ability, and to my knowledge, this is the first recorded case of such share synaptic responses between copies. Perhaps this is the influence of the subject's mother, a telepath.\" He tapped his chin.\n\nHe turned his attention away from the Lyall in the cell, and to the one in the experimentation room. She was strapped down to a metal table, left spread eagle, and had a machine set between her legs. It pumped a large, vibrating dildo with ruthless speed into her. She was left writhing on the table, the drug coursing through her veins heightening her pleasure to unbearable levels. The medical readouts also showed her heart rate and blood pressure were at dangerous levels, risking heart attack, stroke, or aneurysm. There were no such readings on the other version, though she was not strapped into anything to get more accurate results. But the camera could still measure most body functions to within tolerable variances. The second Lyall certainly had heightened heart rate and blood pressure, but no more than would be normal for someone in the heat of passion.\n\nHitting a button on his console, he spoke into his microphone again. This time, his voice was broadcast out, but only in the experimentation room. \"Move on to the fourth stage.\" Within the room, the machine pumping the dildo was turned off and moved away. The one-armed Lyall was left panting and drained and barely conscious. The one in the cell looked relieved, yet still trembled as the aftershocks of her pleasure coursed through her. \"It will be interesting to see how you react to this.\" Turning back to the other screen, the robots were moving that Lyall. She was unhooked only to be turned over and strapped back down, now on her belly. One of the robots grabbed her large tail, pulling it up and taut behind her. He had the audio muted, but it was obvious she was trying to protest, even if she had no energy to resist. In the cell, the other was gripping her tail defensively.\n\nHe hit the button again. \"Proceed.\" A second robot stepped forward to the strapped down teen. Its hand retracted, replaced by a saw, much like what had cut through her arm days earlier. She started to squirm and thrash as she heard it start spinning. The Lyall in the cell did not show any change in behavior. \"So they do not share a fear response. Interesting.\" In the experimentation lab, the saw moved close, and then pressed forward. He was tempted to turn on the audio to hear her shrieking in agony as the saw carved through the base of her tail, swiftly removing it entirely. It left her thrashing on the table, blood drooling from the spot above her shapely rear where the appendage had been.\n\nHowever, his attention was instead drawn to the other Lyall. In the cell, she frantically gripped at her tail, only to start thrashing on the cot. So badly that she soon fell to the floor. However, it was not fully a pain response. While one hand gripped at her tail, the other was between her legs, furiously working at her suddenly squirting vagina. \"Now that is a fascinating reaction indeed.\" He had noticed a similar reaction when the one-handed version burnt her shoulder on the cell barrier. This confirmed his hypothesis. Somehow the agonizing pain had translated into an overwhelming pleasure for the copy. It might be due to the copy being created while under the effects of the drug. Or perhaps the hormones flooding both bodies, as they had both been subject to intense sexual stimulation. Would it work in the other direction? Further testing was required.\n\nHitting the button, he spoke. \"Have the med-bot tend to her wounds, and return her to the cells. Put her across from the other.\" He then sat back in his oversized chair, grinning wide to himself. He loved testing further.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n[b][u]A.E.G.I.S. Database[/u][/b]\n[b]Personnel File:[/b] 803149\n\n[b]Name:[/b] Nyse Yordis\n[b]Rank:[/b] Major\n[b]Codename:[/b] Archer\n[b]Gender:[/b] Female\n[b]Species:[/b] Grey Squirrel\n[b]Age:[/b] 41\n[b]Status:[/b] Active\n[b]Team:[/b] The Armory\n[b]Position:[/b] Scout, Communications\n[b]Years of Service:[/b] 26\n\n[b][u]Stats[/u][/b]\n[b]Strength:[/b] 2.6\n[b]Agility:[/b] 5.4\n[b]Speed:[/b] 5.2\n[b]Durability:[/b] 2.0\n[b]Intelligence:[/b] 7.7\n[b]Flight:[/b] 5.8\n[b]Energy Projection:[/b] 0.0\n[b]Mystic:[/b] 0.0\n[b]Classifications:[/b] Flier, Strategiest, Recon, Communication, Telepath\n\n[b][u]Abilities:[/u][/b]\n- Peak Strength, near maximum strength for unenhanced\n- Enhanced Speed, able to move near sonic speeds. Significantly increased while in flight.\n- Enhanced Agility, reaction speed incredibly enhanced, able to avoid collisions and attacks while flying at super-sonic speeds.\n- Above Average Durability, able to take a punch and keep going, but not withstand more than a normal unenhanced.\n- Super-Sonic Flight, able to fly at incredible speeds. Maximum recorded at mach 2.3.\n- Low-Level Telepathy, projecting and receiving, but unable to penetrate high level fortitude. Mostly used as covert communications with team\n\n[b]Additional Notes:[/b] Second in command of the AEGIS team codenamed The Armory. Nyse has more experience in the field than most other officers, having been a member of the Enhanced Specialist program since the age of 15. Her parents were independent meta agents, but died sacrificing their lives. During a battle with the villain Atomatic, the villain's nuclear powered suit was damaged and began to go critical, and the two took the suit and its occupant safely away from populated zones before it detonated, taking their lives. AEGIS took the teenager in and trained her under the Enhanced Specialist program, to give her purpose and direction, and prevent a potential villain turn. Nyse has a unique telepathic bond with her husband, Lance. This bond allows instant communication and coordination when in the field, though it has a range limit of just over 10 km. Nyse is ranked as the 8th fastest flier agent in AEGIS, and 22nd fastest on the ground. With the addition of flight powers and a high intelligence, she makes for the best recon scout on the team. However, her role in combat is that of tactical observation more than direct combat, as she lacks the enhanced strength and durability of most other ground fighters. To make up for this, she is trained in long-range weaponry, and is a skilled sniper.\n\n[b][u]Family:[/u][/b]\n[b]Father:[/b] Alister Zylas (File 511196)\nIndependant Agent. Codename: Wavelength\n[b]Status:[/b] Deceased (KIA)\n\n[b]Mother:[/b] Daphne Zylas (File 511201)\nIndependant Agent. Codename: Waft\n[b]Status:[/b] Deceased (KIA)\n\n[b]Spouse:[/b] Lance Yordis (Personnel file 803141)\nAEGIS agent. Codename: Gungnir\n[b]Status:[/b] Active\n\n[b]Daughter:[/b] Lyall Yordis (Attached file 803141-a)\nCivilian. No powers.\n[b]Status:[/b] High school graduate. Working as barista at The Strong Brew cafe in Ultra Ferro (district 27).\n\n[b]Addendum:[/b] Kidnapping victim of Dr. Alexander Gregorie Minde, MD, PhD, EngD. AKA: Dr. Mind. Current whereabouts unknown. Investigation ongoing.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Bloodline: Origins
Part 2
Awakening
By XP Author


Lyall gasped deep, suddenly awake. Her eyes snapped open wide as she jolted upright. Her hands flew to her chest, only to realize one moved. The memory of what happened flooded back to her. Bracing herself for what she knew she would see, she turned to look anyway. Sure enough, her right arm ended inches past her shoulder. The sleeve of her shirt was torn, coated in blood, as was most of her side, though now mostly dried. The end of the stump was covered in some kind of material, not a bandage, more like a rubber cap of some kind, in light blue. There was no pain, only a numbness. The strangest thing was she could swear she still felt her arm. It itched, her fingers tingling like it had only fallen asleep.

Finally deciding to look around at where she was, the young red squirrel found she sat on a medical bed of some kind, bumped up in the corner of the room. The room was clearly some exam room, with a monitor showing her vitals, including a clear, if rapid heartbeat. A metal cabinet sat against the wall, vials of different things sitting on the shelves, along with bandages and other medical tools and equipment. The room was not large, though there was a desk on the opposite side of her bed. Some papers were sprawled along the top of the desk, each with something scribbled upon them. Beside the empty chair was a waste bin, filled with more crumpled papers.

She jumped when the door opened suddenly. A small, sleek robot stepped in. It was a much more recognizable form than the walking trash cans she had seen earlier, but was still all shining metal. It had smoother curves to show shoulders, long limbs ending in something approximating hands. It also had something that could represent a head, at least vaguely. A large sphere sat atop what could be called a neck, glowing lights shining on the side facing her. "You are finally awake." The voice that came from it was as synthetic as the other robots, but at least this one had tone to it, and sounded vaguely feminine. "How are you feeling?"

She shook her head. "What kind of stupid question is that? I just got tortured!" She held up the stump where her arm was. "How the hell do you think I feel!?"

The robot shifted a little. "Aggression towards me will do you no good. I am, after all, the one who kept you from bleeding to death." The robot motioned to the arm. "Is there any pain?"

She still glared at the thing, but shook her head again. "No... kind of. It feels... I can still feel my arm. It itches." She instinctively reached over to try and scratch at her upper arm, only to stop when her fingers found only air.

The robot bobbed its 'head' in some kind of nod. "That is typical of dismemberment. Phantom limb syndrome. It will fade with time. Probably."

Lyall scoffed. "Probably. Great." She shook her head again. "So much for me having powers, huh? I told that maniac I didn't have any! I've been hurt before! Broke an arm falling out of a tree when I was a kid. Why wouldn't they activate then if all it takes is some horrible physical trauma? Took almost 3 months for it to heal and I'm still just me, mundane Lyall!"

The robot its head a little. "I cannot guess as to what may activate your latent abilities."

"I DON'T HAVE ANY!" She shouted.

The robot continued anyway. "However, I am sure the doctor will find out how at some point. Provided you survive the subsequent testing, of course."

"Great. More torture... What's next, electrocution? Poison? Stabbing me in the guts? Setting me on fire? Just taking off my head?" She closed her eyes. "Might as well skip to that one, put me out of my misery."

"All valid options." The robot responded, not at all picking up on the sarcasm. "I am sure the doctor is already setting up your next test as we speak."

She rolled her eyes. "Great." She looked up as the door slid open, two more of the more bulky, cylindrical robots stepping inside. "And here's my escort now." She sighed, getting to her feet. "Where to? Another exam room?"

One of the two spoke in its monotone voice. "You will return to your holding cell. You will follow and comply, or-"

"Or force will be applied. Yeah, I got it the first three times." She motioned for it to lead on, only to realize she tried to use her right hand. She sighed. "Go on then." The robot turned and stepped down the hall, the other moving behind her as she followed the first. The trip to the cells was about the same length as the one to whatever that room with the bio-whatever was in, though with more turns. Soon enough, she was back in the same cell as before.

The moment the barrier was up, the voice of her 'host' echoed around the room. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Lyall."

She nearly jumped out of her skin as he spoke suddenly, her suddenly even more puffy tail twitching about as she turned to look at the camera aimed towards her cell. "Yeah. No thanks to you."

He didn't cackle this time, instead let out a dark, cold chuckled. "You will thank me eventually. Once I have awoken your powers."

She moved to cross her arms over her chest, but stopped and just settled for leaving one hand on her hip. "Fat chance of that, fucker!"

He continued. "Now, now. I am being a gracious host here." She rolled her eyes. "Behind you, on your bed, you will find a change of clothes. I'm afraid they are hardly stylish, and may not fit quite as well your normal attire, a tad large for you perhaps. But I thought you might want something not covered in so much of your blood." She turned and saw what he was talking about. Not stylish indeed. It was a pair of pants and a long sleeve shirt that buttoned down the middle, both in garish yellow. There was something else, as well. A tray sat beside the folded clothing, with a bowl of noodles in a brown sauce, and a glass of water. He even provided both chopsticks, as well as a spoon and fork. There was even a napkin. "I've also provided you with some dinner. I figure you might be hungry after all this time."

Lyall looked back at the camera. "Is it poisoned or drugged or something?"

"No, no. I would not do that to you. Without first hooking you up to monitoring equipment to track your vitals." Despite her reservations, she actually believed that last part. "It is untainted by any sort of drugs or poisons. Just noodles and sauce, and some water. The water was even filtered first, so it has less contaminants than what you might find in your tap at home. Now, you should eat up and get some rest. I have plans for later."

She sighed. "Of course you do." She looked at the clothes on the bed. "You're going to watch me change, aren't you?" There was no response this time. "Right." She sighed and shook her head, turning her back to the camera before stripping. If he wanted some kind of show, the best he was getting was her fluffy tail blocking the view of the good parts. She noticed he had not bothered with any kind of underwear to go with it. She left her panties on as she slipped the pants on. She also kept her sports bra on under the new shirt. Not that she had a particularly large set of breasts to hide to begin with. Closing the buttons on the shirt was an interesting task with just one hand, especially not her dominant hand. After some fumbling, she got enough of the buttons in place to at least keep the top closed, leaving her belly somewhat exposed. The shirt and pants were a bit baggy on her, but she preferred that to something too small.

She looked down at herself once she was dressed again. "Feels like a prison uniform." She sighed and sat herself on the edge of the bed. "Pretty accurate, I guess." She looked at the tray of food and debated being stubborn about eating. She quickly decided there was really no point to making herself go hungry. It wasn't like a protest would make him let her go. So she just pulled the tray into her lap and picked up the chopsticks, only to switch to a fork as she couldn't get her left fingers to hold them right. The sauce had a slight spice to it, and the noodles were full bodied. She had to admit, for prison food, it was not as bad as it could have been.

*     *     *


Lance Yordis, superhero codename: Gungnir, struck the heavy bag in front of him rapidly. While the thing was designed to withstand blows from people with enhanced strength such as him, it could not sustain such rapid punishment. Especially as the squirrel was not even trying to hold back. His daughter had been captured by some maniac, and other than the initial ransom demand several days ago, they had nothing new. They knew it was Dr. Mind, but not where he was. Even the ransom seemed suspicious, more like taunting than an actual demand. His gloved fist struck again, only for his other to follow up, and the first to strike again. With one hard blow, the thing gave out, exploding into a spray of sand-like stuffing. He panted as he looked at the debris. The third bag he'd obliterated in this way today alone.

"I'm glad you're taking it out on that, and not criminals." A female voice behind him spoke, though it was as much in his head as in his ears. He didn't bother looking at his wife, Nyse, codename: Archer. He just grunted, moving to get another bag and set it up.

He didn't need to look to know she was giving him a concerned look. "I'm..." He was going to say he was fine, but they both knew that was a lie. "Dealing with it." He finished setting up the new bag and started to throw punches at it. Though this time, he was holding back a little. "I just hate being cooped up and in the dark like this." He slammed his fist into the bag, nearly breaking it already. "We should be out there, tracking Minde down and...!" He slammed his fist again, this time also bursting a hole right through it with an energy beam blast form his fist. Thankfully, the wall behind it was also designed to withstand punishment from supers, including energy projection. Though it still left another scorch mark.

He sighed. When he felt the hand on his shoulder, it did nothing to ease his tension. "I know... I'm worried, too. But you know we've got some of the best recon people out there looking for any sign of Minde... and Lyall." She put her arms around his, and he finally looked at her. Her eyes were not looking up at him, but down at the ground. "She's still alive. I can feel that much..." She had telepathic abilities, and while not the most powerful, she also had a special connection to her family. Him, and their daughter. She'd always been careful never to project thoughts into Lyall's mind, or read hers, so as not to give away she had any powers. But she could still usually feel the girl's thoughts, if not read them. Even from outside of her usual range limit, she could at least sense something of her family.

"Do you have any idea how she is?" he knew she didn't know where the girl was. She'd have said something immediately.

Nyse closed her eyes, concentrating for a moment. "Mmmph. No. She's too far. I can't get anything." She sighed. "I don't even know if what I'm feeling is real, or just wishful thinking."

He suddenly pulled her close, holding her gently, yet tightly against his body. "We'll get her back."

She nodded, leaning into him. "We have to."

*     *     *


Lyall shuddered and panted as she lay on her cot. The last round of experiments had involved injecting her with... she didn't know what. The voice on the speakers had said what it was, but used whatever the chemical name was. But it was definitely a drug of some kind. It had left her fur crawling, every nerve hypersensitive. She swore could feel every hair of her fur as it moved or brushed against her clothes. The lightest breeze was enough for everything to tingle again. Yet it wasn't pain that he inflicted on her in this state. It was worse. The device she had been strapped into had vibrated, probably deliberately.

The result was a new form of torture: sexual. She'd been forced to orgasm more times than she could count. She vaguely remembered the man saying something about heightened states possibly activating powers. Yet all she did was writhe and scream and soak her pants over and over. For hours. At least it felt like hours. Even now, hours later, she still felt the trembles running through her. Whatever the drug was, it was still in her system. She hoped not for much longer. But she could write off a hyper metabolism as a power.

She whimpered as she heard the heavy, rhythmic metal footsteps of one of the robots coming down the hallway and sighed heavily. "Not again..." She closed her eyes and just laid there shivering, not wanting to get out of the uncomfortable cot.

"Good morning, Lyall." Dr. Mind's voice came echoing from the speakers. "If you would please get up, I have prepared the next set of tests I'd like to run on you."

She whimpered again. "Go pound sand!" She was surprised how forceful her voice was, even if it was shaky. "I'm not going along so you can have one of your little trash cans drug me again!"

The energy wall lowered as the robot stood beside the now open exit to the cell. The monotone voice spoke. "You will follow or force will be applied."

She opened her eyes and turned to glare at the robot. "You can go fuck off, too!" She hissed her words through grit teeth.

The robot stepped into her cell. "Resistance registered. Force will be applied." It reached out and grabbed her left wrist with one of its clamps, dragging her off of the bed. She yelped, falling to the floor as it started to walk away, dragging her by her wrist.

She scrambled back to her feet, only to try and plant them on the ground, tugging and trying to pull her hand away. "Lemme go, you bucket of bolts!" Her feet skidded on the hard floor as the robot continued forward, undaunted by her resistance.

Dr. Mind spoke again. "Oh dear. Do please stop struggling, Lyall. You will only result in hurting yourself unnecessarily."

"YOU SHUT UP!" She shouted as she kept pulling back away. "I'm not... going to let you just stab me again!" She grit her teeth as she pulled away. She wasn't sure if it was adrenalin, or the drug, or some combination, but she actually seemed to manage to halt the robot for a second. Her whole body felt very strange, tingling and feeling suddenly cold. She felt more than heard a ripping sound. Then she was free of the grasp, stumbling backwards until she struck the wall. Her fluffy tail cushioned the blow, so at least she had not cracked her head against the metal, but she still slid down to the floor in a heap. For a panicked moment, she feared she somehow tore her other arm off, but her hand smacked against the cot on her way down. Yet it still felt like the clamp was latched onto her wrist.

She opened her eyes and looked down at her hand, wondering if she tore the robot's arm off instead. What she saw was her arm devoid of any clamp... or any sleeve. Not just one, but both arms, the other somehow suddenly back. She flexed her fingers several times, then grabbed her right hand with her left, to make sure she was seeing it properly. Only then did notice she was very suddenly completely naked, everything on full display. "What?" She heard an odd echo of her voice in front of her. Looking up, her eyes went wide with shock and confusion. Standing where she had been a second before, still within clamp hand of the robot was... another her. They stared at each other, only to voice the same word at the same time. "WHAT!?" The other her was wearing the tattered remains of her clothing, the back of the shirt and pants completely torn open. The pants had fallen away, and the shirt was doing a poor job of remaining on her shoulders.

"Stop!" Dr. Mind called out. The robot obeyed, no longer pulling, though it still held onto the other Lyall's wrist. "Fascinating!"

Both Lyalls looked up at the camera. "What is going on!?" They asked in unison, then looked at each other in confusion. She was staring at an exact duplicate of herself, which was staring right back at her. "Is this..." They both started, then stopped again. The Lyall farther in in the cell motioned. "You... you first..." She swung her tail around herself, hugging the large, fluffy appendage to her front to give at least some kind of cover to her body.

The Lyall in the robot's grip looked up at the camera again. "What the fuck is going on, doctor!?" She stopped herself before accusing the other of being a fake of some kind, but the thought crossed her mind.

"Complete cellular duplication!" He said it like it meant something. Both Lyalls just stared up at the camera with a dubious look. "You have duplicated yourself, splitting apart into two copies. Not unlike cell division."

Lyall in the cell spoke up now. "So... what, did I just clone myself?" She looked at the other Lyall, and it was clear she was thinking the same thing. "But why do I have both arms while she's still only got one?"

"An excellent question, my dear!" Mind's voice grew higher pitched again with his excitement. "Perhaps you only duplicate yourself based on your base DNA blueprint. Since you were born with all limbs intact, you duplicate with them. The real question is: are you just a copy, or are you a new being entirely?" He spoke to his robot once more. "Bring the one you have to room 316. We must examine her. The one in the cell can stay." The moment he said this, the energy wall appeared again, trapping one Lyall in her cell again while the robot started to walk and drag the other away.

"No! Lemme go!" The Lyall in the robot's grip started to struggle again. As she was struggling, her right shoulder brushed one of the energy barriers to a different cell. She flinched back and cried out as she made contact, sparks flying momentarily from the false wall as it burnt her shoulder slightly. With the drug still heightening her senses, it felt like she just dipped her shoulder in lava.

Within the cell, the other Lyall also cried out, grabbing her right shoulder as she felt the same agony. At the same time, her legs trembled as a strange shudder ran through her whole body. Thanks to the confusing situation, she hadn't realized she was also still feeling the heightened senses. Gently lifting her hand, she looked at her shoulder, only to find there was no damage. "Stop!" Minde called out again, and once more the robot halted. "You both felt that? Shared synapse response? Fascinating..."

"Glad me getting burned is fascinating..." The Lyall in the hallway spat at the camera above her.

Minde was still expressing his excitement. "Oh, but it is, my dear! Hrmmm... maybe... I planned to wait on this for more tests, but I think we should accelerate the process. Take her to room 338 instead." The robot started moving once more, dragging the squirrel in his clamp hand yet again. "Before you struggle too much, I am also sending the med bot to meet you there. They will tend to that shoulder."

She sighed, stumbling a little before following the robot. "At least you're not planning on killing me."

"Not today. I do not know how that would affect your newly split body."

She scoffed. "How considerate of you."

The Lyall in her cell sat on her bed, still hugging her tail to herself to cover as much as she could. "What about me?"

Zylan chuckled. "You can sit and wait."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course. Can I at least get some new clothes... again?"

Another chuckle. "No... for a few reasons. First off, you destroyed the ones I just gave you. I would not want to give you more if you're just going to rip through them so quickly. Also, I don't have many that would fit you, so you would have to wait."

She sighed again and shook her head. "Right... of course you'll just leave me naked."

His voice was a little colder. "If my theory is correct, you'll be thanking me for that soon enough." Something about that sent a shiver down her spine.

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Lyall panted and whimpered as she lay on the cot, trying and failing to ignore what was happening. She had been left alone in the cell for several hours, and at first it was fine. Then something started to happen. Not to her, but to the... other her. She didn't know how she could feel it, but she could. She had felt her walking through the halls, and being strapped to some table. It was cold. There was a sharp pain in her left arm, but only for a second. Then something else. Not pain. Overwhelming pleasure. At first, some vibrating device against her pussy... the other her's pussy. That was left there for some time, the speeds increasing and decreasing. The other her was unable to resist the orgasms. She mostly could... for a while. But she still felt herself drooling with arousal.

Then something was inserted into her. Into the other her. Something large. Not so large that it was painful. She couldn't feel if whatever it was had texture or not, but she could at least tell it wasn't another person raping her. Especially as the thing started to vibrate inside of her. She couldn't resist then, letting out a choked, muffled cry as she came. Once the first finally struck her, she couldn't hold the next back. It was not long before she was almost writhing on the cot, pussy squirting and clenching around something that wasn't inside of her. But she felt like it was all the same. It was a horrible feeling, both uncomfortably full and desperately empty at the same time.

Dr. Minde watched all of it on the monitors in his office. Sitting at the desk was a short weasel in his late 40's, with blue fur and wild, grey hair atop his head. He watched the two women, how their reactions were both similar, and yet different. "So they feel the same things, but do not respond the same. Adding a second dosage of the drug to the one-armed subject did not seem to have the same effect on the two-armed subject. So they share feelings, but not full experiences." He was speaking into a microphone, though this was for his personal notes, not to broadcast for them to hear. "Fascinating. Self-replication is an exceedingly rare ability, and to my knowledge, this is the first recorded case of such share synaptic responses between copies. Perhaps this is the influence of the subject's mother, a telepath." He tapped his chin.

He turned his attention away from the Lyall in the cell, and to the one in the experimentation room. She was strapped down to a metal table, left spread eagle, and had a machine set between her legs. It pumped a large, vibrating dildo with ruthless speed into her. She was left writhing on the table, the drug coursing through her veins heightening her pleasure to unbearable levels. The medical readouts also showed her heart rate and blood pressure were at dangerous levels, risking heart attack, stroke, or aneurysm. There were no such readings on the other version, though she was not strapped into anything to get more accurate results. But the camera could still measure most body functions to within tolerable variances. The second Lyall certainly had heightened heart rate and blood pressure, but no more than would be normal for someone in the heat of passion.

Hitting a button on his console, he spoke into his microphone again. This time, his voice was broadcast out, but only in the experimentation room. "Move on to the fourth stage." Within the room, the machine pumping the dildo was turned off and moved away. The one-armed Lyall was left panting and drained and barely conscious. The one in the cell looked relieved, yet still trembled as the aftershocks of her pleasure coursed through her. "It will be interesting to see how you react to this." Turning back to the other screen, the robots were moving that Lyall. She was unhooked only to be turned over and strapped back down, now on her belly. One of the robots grabbed her large tail, pulling it up and taut behind her. He had the audio muted, but it was obvious she was trying to protest, even if she had no energy to resist. In the cell, the other was gripping her tail defensively.

He hit the button again. "Proceed." A second robot stepped forward to the strapped down teen. Its hand retracted, replaced by a saw, much like what had cut through her arm days earlier. She started to squirm and thrash as she heard it start spinning. The Lyall in the cell did not show any change in behavior. "So they do not share a fear response. Interesting." In the experimentation lab, the saw moved close, and then pressed forward. He was tempted to turn on the audio to hear her shrieking in agony as the saw carved through the base of her tail, swiftly removing it entirely. It left her thrashing on the table, blood drooling from the spot above her shapely rear where the appendage had been.

However, his attention was instead drawn to the other Lyall. In the cell, she frantically gripped at her tail, only to start thrashing on the cot. So badly that she soon fell to the floor. However, it was not fully a pain response. While one hand gripped at her tail, the other was between her legs, furiously working at her suddenly squirting vagina. "Now that is a fascinating reaction indeed." He had noticed a similar reaction when the one-handed version burnt her shoulder on the cell barrier. This confirmed his hypothesis. Somehow the agonizing pain had translated into an overwhelming pleasure for the copy. It might be due to the copy being created while under the effects of the drug. Or perhaps the hormones flooding both bodies, as they had both been subject to intense sexual stimulation. Would it work in the other direction? Further testing was required.

Hitting the button, he spoke. "Have the med-bot tend to her wounds, and return her to the cells. Put her across from the other." He then sat back in his oversized chair, grinning wide to himself. He loved testing further.

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A.E.G.I.S. Database
Personnel File: 803149

Name: Nyse Yordis
Rank: Major
Codename: Archer
Gender: Female
Species: Grey Squirrel
Age: 41
Status: Active
Team: The Armory
Position: Scout, Communications
Years of Service: 26

Stats
Strength: 2.6
Agility: 5.4
Speed: 5.2
Durability: 2.0
Intelligence: 7.7
Flight: 5.8
Energy Projection: 0.0
Mystic: 0.0
Classifications: Flier, Strategiest, Recon, Communication, Telepath

Abilities:
- Peak Strength, near maximum strength for unenhanced
- Enhanced Speed, able to move near sonic speeds. Significantly increased while in flight.
- Enhanced Agility, reaction speed incredibly enhanced, able to avoid collisions and attacks while flying at super-sonic speeds.
- Above Average Durability, able to take a punch and keep going, but not withstand more than a normal unenhanced.
- Super-Sonic Flight, able to fly at incredible speeds. Maximum recorded at mach 2.3.
- Low-Level Telepathy, projecting and receiving, but unable to penetrate high level fortitude. Mostly used as covert communications with team

Additional Notes: Second in command of the AEGIS team codenamed The Armory. Nyse has more experience in the field than most other officers, having been a member of the Enhanced Specialist program since the age of 15. Her parents were independent meta agents, but died sacrificing their lives. During a battle with the villain Atomatic, the villain's nuclear powered suit was damaged and began to go critical, and the two took the suit and its occupant safely away from populated zones before it detonated, taking their lives. AEGIS took the teenager in and trained her under the Enhanced Specialist program, to give her purpose and direction, and prevent a potential villain turn. Nyse has a unique telepathic bond with her husband, Lance. This bond allows instant communication and coordination when in the field, though it has a range limit of just over 10 km. Nyse is ranked as the 8th fastest flier agent in AEGIS, and 22nd fastest on the ground. With the addition of flight powers and a high intelligence, she makes for the best recon scout on the team. However, her role in combat is that of tactical observation more than direct combat, as she lacks the enhanced strength and durability of most other ground fighters. To make up for this, she is trained in long-range weaponry, and is a skilled sniper.

Family:
Father: Alister Zylas (File 511196)
Independant Agent. Codename: Wavelength
Status: Deceased (KIA)

Mother: Daphne Zylas (File 511201)
Independant Agent. Codename: Waft
Status: Deceased (KIA)

Spouse: Lance Yordis (Personnel file 803141)
AEGIS agent. Codename: Gungnir
Status: Active

Daughter: Lyall Yordis (Attached file 803141-a)
Civilian. No powers.
Status: High school graduate. Working as barista at The Strong Brew cafe in Ultra Ferro (district 27).

Addendum: Kidnapping victim of Dr. Alexander Gregorie Minde, MD, PhD, EngD. AKA: Dr. Mind. Current whereabouts unknown. Investigation ongoing.

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