The Cow Hypnotist

Side-Story: History

Alexis threw her hands onto the metal table, thrusting everything that was on it onto the floor. "I can't believe she disobeyed me again, Delta!" Breathing heavily, she rested her hands on the cold surface, "You would expect that a genetically modified being you've created wouldn't have a mind of its own, but I guess science can just be thrown out the window!"

"Alexis, your blood pressure is reaching a peak of 150/120. You need to calm down." Delta responded, opening up a cartridge on the main keyboard, containing some type of needle, "Do you need your medication again, master?"

"I'M FINE!" She leaned upward straightening her back as well as her tie, "I'm-... I'm okay."

"Would you like to talk about your daughter, then?"

"Well, it's just-" she sighed, starting to pace back and forth, "-I've told her a million times that I don't want her leaving this house except to go to school, and yet I find out that her 'long seminars' were just an excuse to hang out with some kid I don't even know!"

"This seems like a stressful situation," Delta once again responded, trying to sound worrisome in her robotic voice, "If it makes you feel any better, I have been keeping an eye on her text messaging and it seems like her friend has been wanting to hang out over here for a while. This seems like perfect timing and, if you play your cards right, you can have the future in your hands. Just like you've always dreamed of."

Alexis sat down, thinking, smirking, "Yeah, you're right. Maybe, if I can get the right ingredients-" she turns to her left, seeing a bottle of blue liquid, "-Delta: what is the chance of me succeeding in this task?"

"Calculating-" her screen buffered for a moment, "Approximately 68.7%, master."

"Shit!" She pounded the table, "are there any other ideas you have to help me succeed, perhaps?"

"Calculating-... There is one way of achieving an 82.1% chance of success, but it would be very difficult."

Alexis walked up to her computer, taking her latex gloves off, "Please go on..."

****

"Are you sure you want to come over to my house again?" Micheal murmured, a bit disappointed.

Jessie nodded, "Yeah! Your house is awesome and we just always have a lot of fun there-"

"But we haven't gotten to try your house yet. How will we know if it's fun or not?"

She rolled her eyes jokingly and giggled, "Come on, let's just go already." She playfully grabbed his arm and dragged him across the campus, getting to the bus before it left. She paid the driver for both of them and sat in the front, patting on the seat, "Saved you one of the best seats in the house."

He chuckled, "I swear."

Once the bus stopped, they made their way to his block, beginning to walk to his house. But as soon as they did, Michael realized something and groaned: "Aw, darn it!".

"What's wrong?" Jessie asked.

"I forgot to get my parents something from the store. They asked me to get it before I left campus," he shook his head, "You go on, I'll just head down to this Colonel Dollar store down here-" he began running the opposite direction, "-I'll be right back!!!"

Jessie sighed, smiling weakly, "I guess I'll see ya later then..."

Micheal turned the street corner, running as fast as a cheetah, when something hit him in the back of the neck, "GAH!" Stopping as fast as he could, he ripped whatever was in his neck out. "What the hell is this?"

But he had no time to think. He slowly started to lose consciousness. But remained standing.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him: a tall, relatively average woman with long, ginger hair. She placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, causing him to turn around.

"So this is the delinquent my daughter wastes her time with?" She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Anyway, hello there, young man. You won't remember any of this when you wake up, but let's just say I've put you in some kind of trance, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." He responded, deadpan.

Alexis smirked, "Alright, sounds good. Now, I want you to tell me everything you know about my daughter." She said in disgust.

"Yes, ma'am..."

****

"This is great, Delta!" She smiled happily, "I have just the thing that'll make everything go according to our plan."

She held up a tube with Lizzie's saliva contained inside of it, then gently mixed it in with another liquid. The newly-formed substance fizzed and bubbled but soon calmed down.

Carefully, she lifted it into a small refrigerator next to Delta, leaned back, and took a breather. She was proud of herself. No human had ever thought of something as cruel and heartless as she did. Nor any bovine, for that matter. She was the single most powerful being on the planet.

"This serum, when injected to two persons, will give the first one the 'power' of telepathy. Which means I can keep track of her wherever she goes."

Alexis takes the first swig, coughing in disgust. It definitely didn't taste good, but it was for her mission.

****

Everything else follows as suit: she finds out Jessie's in the lab, gives her the serum, talks to her on the car ride, so on and so forth.

Alexis was laid down on a chair in her lab, with sound-proof headphones over her ears and a mask over her eyes. She thought this would help her to see and hear what was going on on Jessie's side.

Finally, they reached Gregory's house; when he starts talking to Lizzie:

"You're the Chosen One."

"Wait, what?!" She said inaudibly, leaning up as fast as she could. "Chosen One? But Lizzie is just a dumb cow!"

Alexis listened to his speech about the Goddesses and their role in the universe, about how he only had so much power they gave him, and how the Chosen One would essentially be the "Ruler of the Multiverse". This intrigued her.

"Ruler of the Multiverse, eh?" She smirked, "That doesn't sound like such a bad title, huh, Delta?"

"Indeed, master. Are you suggesting that you would like this title?"

Alexis snickered, "Well, duh! Of course, I want it! But I'm not quite sure how I'd get it. They're several hours away."

"Perhaps we could reprogram your teleportation device to reach the heavens instead of just to the other room."

She looked at the prototype gizmo and shook her head, "The only way we could even attempt that is if we had magic to reset the coordinates-... Wait a second... I could use some of Elizabeth's milk to take me up there since she's technically magic herself."

Sprinting over to a large cooler in the northeast corner of the room, Alexis swiftly grabbed a carton of Lizzie's milk and rushed over to the work-in-progress teleporter gun. She switched out a few things to make room for the milk compartment. After that, she gently poured some of the liquid into the slot and waited for the machine to turn on.

Menacingly, the cold-hearted knave rose her gun up off the table, snickering: "La venganza es tuya, Earth."