Code Lyoko: Revolutions and Evolutions

Chapter 94

AN: This chapter came after a prayer and steadfast work. I will caution all of you; this is the most intense chapter I've written to date. You will find it when you find it. I hope you all enjoy it and will see you next chapter. For those of you who will likely be upset, I am sorry. But in a realistic story, there are victories and losses alike. Please read and review.

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Aelita couldn't sleep. She'd been plagued continually by the endless thoughts that her discussion with Natasha had birthed. She hated some of the things that were before her from the mouth of the dictator. She couldn't stomach some of them as she thought about them. Equally, Aelita knew that Natasha, patient as she could appear, didn't have time or patience to deal with teenagers. In many ways, Aelita wondered how she dealt with children if they were truly of worth to Natasha or anything but. She knew what Natasha had planned, what she'd promised, to get rid of Sylvia. She'd offered to restore Aelita to her father, yet when Aelita challenged the idea, she grew dismissive.

Had Aelita fallen upon the actual truth and exposed it? Or did Natasha merely not have time to persuade her differently? This question and many others filled her mind, and Aelita knew that whoever or whatever she was dealing with had likely heard all the question times and time again. Aelita could go to the mirror and summon her reflection to her and ask the questions; it was an option.

Checking the time, it was still an ungodly, two-thirty in the morning. She knew Jim regularly made his rounds, and to discover her unconscious in the shower-room would be a headache in itself. She thought a moment, and taking out a small compact, she looked at her reflection. Twelve minutes past and suddenly, she saw her eyes grow cold and almost despondent. Aelita was afraid; this reality was still something very new to her. She felt dizzy and fell quickly asleep.

She woke up on the same couch with Natasha sitting across from her, this time, not in her military dress but in a sapphire bathrobe with black slippers on her feet. In many ways, Aelita understood that when the mirror utilized summoning, that it wasn't always at the most opportune times.

Aelita looked over her doppelganger, and she asked, "Um, how was your day?"

Natasha shrugged, "Well enough, thank you. Why have you summoned me?"

Aelita decided to be forward as best she could, "I need to ask you questions about who you are and what you intend to do."

Natasha groaned and replied, "Had I known this to be the case, I'd have brought a comfier chair." She thought a moment and said, "Actually—you want to know who I am? Very well, but let's both be more comfortable."

Natasha stood and snapped her fingers, and both Aelita and Natasha were transported in a rush of air to a unique house. It was a single-floor affair, and as she looked outside, it was evident she was in a small rural community not unlike what Jeremy had shown her when she was studying France to better blend in. The living room was a slate grey with two large area rugs of burgundy across a darker wooden floor looking around the house's interior. The floor had evidently seen its trials as it was very worn. A light brown couch was along the far wall with a rocking chair upon the main carpet. A small entertainment center took up the far portion of the room right-hand side of the room. The T.V. was quaint but unlike anything Aelita had seen. It was medium-sized but on a small stand with an oblong box nearby.

Along the walls were all manner of paintings; many of them hand-painted by the original artist. Those that weren't originals were painstakingly preserved cabaret announcement paintings for shows from around pre-World War One if Aelita's judgment of the pieces could be trusted.