Next Generation (Part Two)

Part 4

Sasha's POV

It's warm. I felt like this before. A hot feeling whelming up inside me. There is a car, it's burning, but no one is around to help. There is a little girl; I think that's me, the accident. I have to open my eyes, to help them. I won't let them die this time. I tried to run there and help them, but it felt like I froze, I couldn't move. I was trying to move, but hardly anything changed.

"Let me go!" I shouted into the nowhere. Nobody listened. I watched the little girl cry. I knew what would come next. The tall man without face but suit came out of the trees next to the road. He tried to help her up, but she fell.

"Go away! Let her alone you bastard! I won't let it come to this all here once again!" I went to my limits and hurt myself as I wanted to walk. I felt like gravity was against me. "Stop!" suddenly the man turned around and looked directly at me. The girl also turned to me. Her eyes began to glow yellow.

"No. No! Leave me alone!" my whole body felt so heavy that I collapsed. I could see them walking in the woods. Then, my heart stopped.

I couldn't breathe, everything went black. There was a short silence. "Sasha!" I heard a voice. It sounded familiar. "Wake up!" It was Toby's. As soon as I realized that it was his, I jumped up and the first thing happened, was me clinging at him. I held him as tight as possible. He also held me. "It's alright I'm h-here."

"W-What happened?" I asked, I was totally unsure about the situation. When I looked around and recognized my old bedroom I wondered why I was here, I should be with the puppeteer.

"You're so called 'mistake' proved she is your daughter"

Mistake? Iris. That remembered me of the time when I got pregnant. I was getting mad; I was scared of bearing a child. I wasn't ready. Scared I thought that the puppeteer could come any time and get me, killing what's inside me.

Toby tried to help me, and out of the blue I said that it was a mistake. He isn't the father. But he helped me more than he did.

I could feel tears coming up. I hated it when I showed how weak I was. It's freeing, but the thought of it is frightening, to let it all out and forget about who I am.

Clinging onto him more I whispered. "Thank you." I didn't know if he knew what I was talking about, but it seemed so, because he griped me tighter, until he sat on the bed and I was on his lap.

"I have a b-bad feeling." He said looking at me.

"About what?"

"That she becomes like us." I never had this feeling before, and I never thought that it will come up. She was raised by my sister, true, but I'm sure she tried to let her have normal life. She wasn't raised with it; she is still able to be human. I lost this ability as soon as I met Richard.

"She was h-here, or rather almost." He said calmly looking away.

"Here, you mean this place?"

"With a few friends, they planned on c-coming here, I don't know why."

"So, she already met you? Does she know?" He nodded.

"Although I didn't exactly tell her, she knows who we are. I think that's why she followed Victoria in t-the woods." My eyes widen.

"I'm afraid we have to explain everything." I rubbed my eyes, and held my head. This was exactly not what I wanted for her. Knowing her mother is a serial killer. He squeezed me tighter.

Richard's POV (yeah it is what you think)

They we're walking away, as I came near them. What I saw was impressive in its own way. My beloved daughter has been freed by her own. My theoretical granddaughter, furthermore, Proxy material. My best Proxies child, who would have known.