Bound to Serve the Dark: Epilogue by: Lilith Langtree Darkness is a friend, an ally. It allows us to be honest with ourselves, to express those values that we would disavow in the light. The light blinds us. It is only in the dark that we see clearly, and there is a great dark hidden among these worlds.

Author's Note:Kudos to djkauf for betaing this for me. Pic Credit: Spirit Lover. Star Wars and recognizable characters from that universe belong to George Lucas et al.

Epilogue:

From the Diary of Lyshaa Walls:

It’s been two weeks since that night.

I’ve finally finished putting the third coat of paint on the living room walls and tried to match up the furniture as best as I could from what I remembered. I wanted everything to be just like it was whenever Aayla came back.

Her sister didn’t even want to come near the house after the funeral. She just went back to college in a teary-eyed daze.

The news has finally stopped replaying the explosion at Ellington Field, but the search is still on for her.

American Dream dropped by yesterday. She was out of uniform and somber looking.

It was all one big misunderstanding, which she couldn’t entirely explain to me for security reasons, but the gist of it was that Aayla thought that her parents were killed by a superhero, so she went on a rampage for revenge. Thirty-seven people were killed.

I don’t exactly know how to take that.

I mean here was Aayla, the one person who actually cared about me. She gave me my fondest desire and didn’t ask for anything in return except for keeping her secrets. She wasn’t capable of doing what they said she did. I don’t believe it for a second.

American Dream asked me all sorts of questions, personal questions. I answered some, but I kept to my promise and didn’t reveal any of Aayla’s.

She looked tired.

At the end she asked if I thought she’d be back.

What was I supposed to say to that?

While I wait for her, I keep the house in order and go to school. Eric and I broke up and Matt has disappeared. They think he ran away two days after the incident, because he couldn’t deal with what Aayla turned into. I think they’re full of it.

Matt loved her and I was pretty sure she was starting to love him. They were meant to be together.

How did everything go so wrong?

Am I stupid for thinking Aayla couldn’t go all evil and Grr!

If she has, then I know for a fact that there’s still good in her and all it’ll take is some love and she’ll be back to normal. I mean it happened for Darth Vader and all, right? Everyone forgave him in the end, sorta.

I just wish I knew where she was and if she was okay.

~O~

From the Personal Journal of Corporal Steven Yee:

The nightmares woke me up again last night. The smell of her cinnamon breath at my neck and her hands on my body still sent chills down my back.

The doctors don’t know what to make of what she did to me. I wasn’t a metahuman and according to their tests, I’m still not. What I want to know is how in the hell did I change into this body without that mysterious mutation.

It was something that I’d dreamed of for my entire life, but was too ashamed to proceed in what was required in order to achieve that fantasy.

I keep replaying what happened after she did it.

I was in a daze for a minute or two. Time was kind of weird for me then. Someone passed the doorway checking the offices, found me and dragged me out. That was Sparks, one of the special ops guys that backed up Agent Carter. He and Kinsey picked me up and took me down in the elevator.

Things started focusing for me by the time we’d made it downstairs. That’s when I realized something was wrong with me. My chest really hurt. When I looked down to see what was wrong, I might have panicked. I did panic. I screamed and thrashed for a second before something inside me shot out, electrocuting Sparks and Kinsey. I think it was electricity anyway. Judging by what happened with them, the doctors think it’s something else.

Fear brings it on. Whenever I’m afraid, I zap whatever is the cause. It’s not on purpose, but it’s becoming a problem.

Sparks and Kinsey are like me now — sorta -- female, I mean, alien too it seems.

Whatever that girl did to me, I’m doing to others. So, I’m in isolation and all I have to keep myself busy is this stupid journal.

What’s the joy in achieving your fondest wish if you can’t share it with anyone that cares?

~O~

From the personal log of Terra Cross:

If it wasn’t for Jade, I’d be dead. The medical bay in the Starcruiser removed all the shrapnel from the building exploding and repaired my heart.

It’s kind of scary to know I was that close to actually dying.

Mom wants me to quit. She’s scared; I get that.

The thing is I just can’t stop being me. I just have to be more careful. Gemma says that I’m supposed to duck when the villain throws lightning at me, because she might not be around the next time to distract her.

A lot of my friends died.

I hate funerals.

~O~

From the medical log of Melina Mendoza:

The new artificial skin grafts are not being rejected, except for those on Doctor Doomah’s face. They tell me they should have some operable prototypes from the cybernetic research he was working on. It’s very basic at this point.

Subject is not in good spirits. Even if we are able to fully replace his lost limbs, I don’t know if it will be enough.

His mental diagnosis isn’t favorable. Time will tell, I suppose.

End

Author's Note: There will be a follow up story to this to expand on what I've left you with, told by Corporal Yee's point of view. There's a big mess to clean up and a some explanations are in order for some of the actions that have... um... concerned a few people. ;)

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