Ashes of Our Flame
by RapwizzyDebaron
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Episode 43: "Her Sister's Shadow"
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The next morning dawned gray and windless. Silence loomed over the hideout like a storm waiting to break. Kara stood atop a rusted train car, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the ruins of the city met the pale sky. The others moved below her—preparing, healing, planning—but her mind was elsewhere. On the woman in her dreams.
The one who had her eyes. Her power. Her voice.
Her sister.
Kara hadn't spoken of it yet. Not even to Adrian. But as the memories clawed their way into her consciousness, the truth whispered louder.
They were never meant to be alone.
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Flashback – Eight Years Ago
Inside a cold laboratory, two glass chambers stood side by side. Inside them—two girls, barely ten years old. Identical in face, but different in energy.
The first girl trembled under the weight of wires and syringes. Her heart flickered weakly on the monitor.
The second girl lay still… eyes open. Watching.
"Subject K-5 is too unstable," a voice said from beyond the glass.
"Prepare Subject K-6. She shows better promise."
The second girl—K-6—smiled. But it wasn't joy. It was calculation.
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Back in the Present
Adrian climbed up beside Kara, breaking the trance.
"You've been up here since dawn."
"I couldn't sleep," Kara replied, her voice low. "There's someone out there. Someone like me."
Adrian furrowed his brow. "Another subject?"
"She's stronger. More controlled. And she hates me." Kara turned to him. "I think she's my sister."
Adrian's expression darkened. "Then we need to find her—before she finds us."
Just then, a loud ping rang from the surveillance console below. Mara called out, "We've got movement—north perimeter. Fast. Controlled."
They ran to the monitors.
On screen, a lone figure moved through the wasteland with inhuman speed. Long black coat, boots silent against the cracked earth, hair dancing like shadow.
Kara's breath caught.
"It's her."
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Minutes Later – The Confrontation
The wind howled as the stranger approached the edge of the yard. Kara stepped forward, heart hammering in her chest.
The woman stopped ten feet away. Her face was like a mirror—same eyes, same bone structure—but colder, carved in ice.
"So," she said. "You survived."
Kara swallowed hard. "Who are you?"
"You don't remember? I'm not surprised. They wiped you clean, didn't they?" She stepped closer. "I'm Kyra. Subject K-6. The perfect one."
Adrian, tense beside Kara, clenched his fists. "What do you want?"
Kyra ignored him. "They told me you were dead, Kara. That you burned out like the others. I mourned you. For a while." Her smile twisted. "Then I became everything they wanted."
Kara's voice trembled. "You helped them?"
"I led them," Kyra said. "Because I knew the truth. We weren't created to be free. We were created to lead the next evolution. The world doesn't need saving. It needs rebirth."
Kara stepped forward. "You're wrong. They tortured us, used us. That's not power—it's slavery."
Kyra's eyes narrowed. "Then you're still weak."
Without warning, she launched forward—faster than anyone could follow. Kara raised her hands, barely catching the blow. The shockwave threw both of them back.
Kyra landed like a cat, smirking. "Not bad. Looks like you didn't burn out after all."
Tessa and Ronan rushed in, weapons raised.
"No!" Kara shouted. "She's mine."
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The Battle
Flames burst from Kara's palms as she moved, striking with precision. Kyra countered with shadows, blades of dark light clashing mid-air.
Around them, the ground trembled. Sparks danced across the ruined tracks. Adrian watched, torn between helping and knowing he couldn't interfere—not in this.
Kara landed a blast to Kyra's shoulder, sending her skidding back.
"You're stronger than I expected," Kyra said, coughing.
Kara's voice shook with emotion. "We could end this together. We don't have to be enemies."
But Kyra's eyes were void of warmth. "You still don't get it. This isn't your story, Kara. It's mine. And in mine… you die."
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Before she could strike again, an explosion rocked the ground behind them. Smoke and fire bloomed from the eastern side of the yard.
Adrian yelled, "We've got incoming—drones!"
Kyra smiled coldly. "Looks like I brought company."
In the distance, dozens of black drones whirred to life, descending toward the hideout.
The team scrambled for cover as gunfire erupted.
Kyra vanished into the smoke.
Kara stared after her, fury and sorrow burning in her veins.
"She's not just a weapon… she's a war."
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To be continued…
🔥 A sister forged in fire. A world on the edge of collapse. And a past that refuses to stay buried.
The next battle begins now.
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