Part Eight: The Tears of a Tyrant

Burgundy glanced up at the large painted portrait of her mother that hung upon the wall. Her mother’s cold expression scared the small child a bit, yet she was used to it. It was the only reminder of her mother, which she had, because her mother had, after all, died when she was a baby. But that was long ago. Besides, her mother’s other daughter was rumored to be dead. She was the only one who knew the truth of the Doctor’s past. Burgundy was glad that that past was buried. The girl quickly typed in her password. 1011-13-21871446. It was the one code that was truly safe. It was unknown to all but two people, created by a third, who was now dead. Only Burgundy and the rebel known to her only as The Frost knew of the communications port and its safety. Burgundy was sure that the hacker that called herself The Frost was in reality her elder sister, Atkina Atalis. Burgundy stared at the screen as it faded in. The newest change to the port was a picture of a white falcon with the caption "The Hunt is on, The Hunter seeks blood, The Hunted should run." Burgundy knew that The Frost posted this. It was, of course, connected to her reclaiming the experiment number 907. The Frost would do anything to get her back, Burgundy was sure of it. The small child cast her shining, green eyes upon the portrait of her mother that hung upon the wall. Tears sparkled within them. "Mother, please help me overcome this new hardship." she whispered into the silence, then in the perfect state of military decorum which she had been taught, Burgundy spun on her heel, exiting the room into the large corridors of her residence, into the domain of screams and cries of her recaptured creations.