Code Lyoko: Revolutions and Evolutions

Chapter 96

AN: Hello, my dear readers. It has all be building up to this. This is the final chapter of my work. I thank all of you who have been with me, encouraged me, and critiqued me. I am grateful to everyone who has read this work and enjoyed it to stick through to the end. But most of all, I thank God for this conclusion which wrote itself, and I couldn't be more pleased with how this story has concluded.

I hope you enjoy this, the series finale, and I'll see you the next time I fire up a new fic.

Love,

Pagliacci-11.

Yolanda woke up to the sunrise. The rich deep pink of the morning announced a storm. She knew this in her bones. She looked over at the chair where Natasha had settled to slumber the night before, only to find it empty. Yolanda listened and heard gentle footfall above her. She saw the Jeremy had no signs or could even attempt to wake up, and so Yolanda headed upstairs. As she entered an upper room, she saw Natasha examining a hunting knife. Yolanda recognized the hilt from afar. Natasha's knife from the wars; ivory in the handle taken a walrus embellished with a gold snake wrapping around the grip.

Yolanda asked softly, "Trip down memory lane?"

Natasha was quiet as she examined the blade, and after a moment, she replied, "No. Just relishing the memory while I am allowed to have it." She threw the knife in the air, caught it, and sheathed it. "Coffee?" she asked.

Yolanda nodded, "Please. How long have you been up?"

"Since three-thirty this morning. I've always been an early riser. My schedule was set when my father worked the early mornings for Carthage before The Fall." She sighed and looked at Yolanda, "I'm going to make some bratwurst. Care for some?"

"No, too fatty. Thank you, though."

Natasha chuckled, "My dearest Heidi, always the health nut."

"The children didn't care for our attempted regimen, Commander."

Natasha laughed before saying, "Pft, course not. They're fucking children, teenagers at worst. They don't care for healthy food; they care about food. Can't tell them shit, but at least we gave it a shot, eh?"

Yolanda came in and sat at the counter with the aid of an old squeaking stool, "Commander, are we ready for the news to break?"

Natasha took out a skillet and filled it with an inch of water from the tap before taking out a small case of bratwurst. She replied, "Ja. We're ready. I have our dear Felix on call for the discovery at the coroner's office. I have the event more or less time-stamped, and I advise you to be at Kadic today at around one o'clock sharp. Once the call is made, it will become public and very messy. But you know the press, my dear; you can't beat fresh blood on the walls."

"And the body?"

"It is prepared and ready." Natasha took a knife and began slicing open the membrane of the bratwursts, "I will trigger the rats for a more sensationalist approach, and from there, we proceed with the traditional formalities. From which, we will nurse Aelita's hatred; however, we need not do too much at all. Her rage will build, her heart becomes heated and cold. She will be our weapon, and from this, we can finish what we started."

Yolanda nodded, "Natasha, why are you doing this?"

"To bring order to a fucked-up world." Natasha placed the bratwurst in the pan and put it on the burner, "Sometimes, to do what is right, we must burn the world away and start anew. Here, I will breathe new life into North-Gate and gather research, resources, and manpower to achieve my vision. My brothers and sisters are ready; they will come when I call. However, until such time, we bide time and research the beasts of this fallen world."