What am I you ask? Hard to say. Even I'm not sure anymore. Where do I come from? Here and there. I was created in a time, far ahead of your own. When people lived on space stations, and other planets besides Earth. I was created, as a weapon. I was a monster. They kept caged, in the dark recesses of the laboratory I was created in. One of many made, but the only one that survived past the incubation period. I'm the only one of my kind. I'm glad for that. The world doesn't need anymore of me. One is far too many as it is.
I've seen so much. In my travels. In the future, here in the present, and once. I was even kidnapped and thrown into the past. An era of dragons and warlords. Knights and Kings. It was strange, but people then seemed to accept me more. Though all timelines have one thing in common. I've found, I make a great target. Whether it be for hunting, for bait, or just for some psycho's shits and giggles. You could say my belief in human kind is dwindling quickly. I tire of being the pawn in a realm of Kings that want all the power. Real power comes from within. Not from bulging muscles and machismo. I tire of the foolish game of humans. Yet I find myself trapped in the middle of most these games.
What am I? You ask again. My answer is still the same. I'm not sure. I am one being, but two faces. The face I was given. I was created with is this:
This is the face of rage, of anger. Of years of pent up hatred. The face of terror to some, and dissapointment to others. She is the face I call the 'Dark Sister'. We are one, but completely different. This is what I was created as. This creature of darkness. An assasain that clings to shadows. That does not care if you are good or evil, black or white. It's only thought is on the inside. You're all the same. Red, fleshy, and easy to tear into. Meat, for the hunter.
The 'Dark Sister' still rears her ugly head on occasion. But now she's more under my control. Thanks to my trip to the past and the abduction by one who tried to siphon her power from me. The joke was on him. All his thirst for power did was give me a boost on evolving into something more.
Then, there is the side that most often you'll see more than the other. The face that came about with Chelsea's help. The one that lived beneath the 'Dark Sister'. The seven foot, (winged at times), velvet skinned, beast, with the four foot spaded, prehensile tail. (See image at top of page.) She is named, Jhada. The full name given to me by Chelsea was : Jhada Cierce. She said it translated to "Jaded Magic". Jaded, I've always been. I'm not so sure on the "magic" part. Chelsea said it was magic, that I was the only one of the group that lived past the invitro stage. She thought I was destined for something great. I feel, I'm destined to be the walking poster child for disaster.
Though Chelsea thought me to be an angel:
So you ask? Am I angel? Or am I demon? I say both. We all have our darkness and our light. Mine constantly battle one another. For control. So if I'm a bit bitter, deal with it. I've lived to long to care what people think about me anymore. And I've grown tired of being everyones favorite lab toy. Those that are important to me. Know how important they are. Those that aren't. They'll be aware, or made aware to just stay clear of my path.