The Chronicles Of Violet Hopps-Wilde: Book Four, Part One

Chapter Nine

Cotton

The Kill Plan.

Smack dab in front of me was a folder. Maybe it held the contents of some secret, waiting to be discovered?

I sat down onto the floor and opened it up. There, a nice stapled pack of papers fell onto me. They were more papers and a sketches of drawings I didn't understand.

I decided to work my way through the stapled stack of papers, which were called called "The Xetrix Reports".

I began to read the first report and began to work my way through them.

Report #1

My studies began as I began my path of becoming a doctor. These pathic animals are very intelligent to realize how many years I have lived, endured, and how I saw much time passed through the course of animal actions.

What the? Was did he meant by 'How many years I have lived  endured'? This doesn't make any sense.

I skipped the first report and the second and went on towards the third. The second talked about how he met everyone and how he got in to becoming a doctor.

Report #3

I decided to name my plan "The Kill Plan". It is a perfection title for this genius idea of mine. It fits perfectly for my subjects and for my experiment. I just hope the outcome will come out with excellent results.

Subjects? The Kill Plan? What does this all come to? This just got me more confused than ever.

I decided to keep reading the third report.

Report #3 (continued)

Today, my filthy apprentice of mine was a useless tool. In order to create my father's weapon, it concludes that he's not up to the challenge of becoming the item I so desire.

He's just a broken tool, nothing more. Fixing a tool is easier to say than it is done. In order to fix a tool, you must do it rightly.

But that's easy to say to be down itself since my apprentice is nothing more than a pathic waste of life that deserves more than a broken animal.

I would break into him and snap him in half.

And I did with his heart.

In a fest of my own rage, he needed a little "Support" so I did a favor of his and played a little with his life code, his DNA.

Taking my own power, I gave the inner him a personified being.

And given the name, Vanitus, in return.

Much more to be discovered later on.

What the? So what did he do to his apprentice? He sounds like he was just nothing more but a tool. People aren't tools.

Aren't they?

Report #4

It appears to happen that my separation between of had spawned more problems than I have hoped for.

I decided to that the only way for the other half of my once complete apprentice to live on was to keep the broken two half not or have any physically and mentally contact.

However, it gave more pain to Vanitus and Leo.

Even though Leo is still living on, he is almost nothing more than a tool. He can moved but only for purpose.

Leo has no memory for what I have done of him. Perfect for what I have minded for him. I have given thought of given up on him and cascading him away to a prison; A place, if you will.

Like Vanitus, he is suffering from the lost of emotion. Whenever he "Feels", It also affects Vanitus as well. Vanitus is given pain, for which this is his only emotions. He claims to say that he is "sad and lost and confused" about his own purpose and he tells me that he is under the pain of separation.

This doesn't affect me personally but this could be my advantage of my plan and my future plan. The Kill Plan.

I must set forth of my actions. The Kill Plan is commenced.

This was getting even better. Even though I had to give one hand of respect for his dialogue but I needed to know where this was heading.

Report #5

Vanitus is soft but he'll be me soon. I have tossed away Leo to a friend of mine, where he lives and trains two apprentices of his. They have no desire of me, all except one of his apprentices.

His body is a fine specimen. Perfect for becoming my next vessel. I've marked him as vessel #231

I will have role of his body, once it is my possession. I have decided that in a advance future, I will be in need of another vessel shortly.

But why not have thirteen instead of one?

And thus, I have given this project a name: I call it...

Organization Zodiac.

I've studied ancient history and in a faraway country, they have animals that they worship as part of their calendar.

It's unusual but informative.

Maybe I can use them to reach my original form?

It's decided. If my experiment with Leo and Vanitus works, I will have the weapon in my hand soon enough. Then, once I had the next vessel of mine, I will form the Organization and I will return to receive my father's eye.

Then, I will follow his word and passed down my most favored and trusted partner, for which he/she will walked down the path of mine.

So, this could be my last entry.

In time, I will return, but in a glorious state.

August, 1, 1343

I closed the folder. A lot of thoughts were storming through my mind. Vessels. Leo. Vanitus. Everything. I knew everything know.

I knew what he had in mind.

He will never keep our promises. How we all want power, money, our desires.

All he wanted was our use.

Our bodies.

I tucked the papers out of the folder and into my coat. This was  valuable information. What I had changes everything. But one thing's for sure was on my mind.

What does Violet have in this role?

Why does Lord Xetrix wants from Violet?

Why?

Then, I decided to leave. I got up and I accidentally slipped. Then, I thought I heard a sound of electricity but it can't be. I immediately ran out of the lab.

#

The steps disappear away as It returned back into a wall. I was walking towards my room and I bumped into...Lord Xetrix.

"Sorry Master."

He had no emotion but he glared a suspicious look in his eyes at me. Then, he left.

But I heard him say something.

"I know, you're hiding something from me."

I froze and turned around slowly. But he was gone.