Malice
The White Queen
- Real Name
- Diana
- Missions
- 307
- Ability
- Telepathy, Psi Lightning, Psychic reflection, Psionic Siphoning, Transiamorphic diamond form
Arklay Mansion Replica- Control Room
:: Diana just stands there, looking at Scion.::
There's more than one way to kill a virus, and you know I take pride in ALL that I do. Perhaps I want to make sure that I can perfect the art of DESTROYING you.
:: She said this in a low, predatory tone as she eyed the newly revived, and clearly edgier looking Black Widow in that "shark" like way that only SHE could.::
You certainly inherited your father's ARROGANCE, didn't you?
:: Diana replied::
Your consent has NEVER been needed by me to do whatever I WANT to you.
And while we're being honest? You were FLAWED, Scion, and I did you a FAVOR by BREAKING you.
You were having what amounted to an emotionally corrective episode, and you were fragmenting in your psyche. You couldn't handle your own truth when measured up to the FACADE you've worked so hard to maintain up till now, and you thought you could destroy ME? You thought that whatever biological link between us would somehow SAVE you from my WRATH?
Like every other person that forgot their place,
You NEEDED to be shut down.
:: Diana enjoys another drink::
I am an artist, little girl. But no less deadly because of that.
Like any creator, I destroy what does not work, what does not suit me and what no longer serves a purpose.
Perhaps NOW you have learned your lesson, and in this new body, you'll have a new attitude.
So are most of your relationships.
:: Diana smoothly added::
Perhaps. I couldn't help but feel....SOME sort of curiosity about you. After all, you WERE created from part of ME. You ARE my genetic daughter and nothing you do will EVER change that, just like you can never change the fact that SEVERAL of your "new leases" on life- including this one- are owed to ME.
But BREAKING Patrick wasn't merely just about you. He had his purpose to serve. His anamolous gene structure made him the perfect candidate for "The Shape" testing. He was a step up from Kyle Kelly, and he proved to be rather useful in the field, until Shadow Weaver finally destroyed him.
Oh by the way, I bet you're looking forward to your family reunion with the Victoria clan.
:: Diana smiles in a mocking manner at the struggling hybrid::
I can't WAIT to see how that works out for you!
The ugly duckling, rushing back to the swans to show them how beautiful she is, because she's wearing some haphazard costume she threw together to try and prove herself.
:: Black Widow continued, bravely exploring herself, the meaning of her existence and if she could be true to who she believed she was...but then::
Having a hard time, Scion?
The last time you looked and sounded like this...
::FLASH!::
:: Diana gazed at Black Widow. They BOTH knew.::
:: Diana's face slowly shifted with a slight SMILE forming. She was not worried.::
I AM WAR, little girl, and the flowing blood and BROKEN BODIES of "EVERYBODY" you bring will REMIND you of that.
Leave now, while I'm feeling generous toward you, "daughter." The NEXT time we meet...I will be sending you to join your FATHER in the HELL that your sister condemned him too.
It's a trip you WON'T be coming back from.
:: Diana gave Haleigh exactly 5 minutes to completely exit the Arklay.::
:: And after the hybrid had disappeared from her view and was quickly making her way out of the mansion, Diana took a moment to look at the body on the floor.::
:: pressing a button on the console::
Drone? There's been a change of plans. Take this body and have it delievered to the office of Cameron King. Make sure it reaches him in the day time.
:: She presses another button, and the remaining view screen that is still somewhat operational flickers on....with a view of Helena Quartermaine looking back at Diana::
Helena, inform the others. The Truce is dead.
:: And with that, Malice closes the channel. She takes a drink of her champange, before dropping the goblet from her hand and letting it crash on the floor, shattering. She simply walks away in her black high heels, briefly catching a glimpse of herself in that same fractured mirror, and tossing her hair as she does so. Soon after, she disappears into the darkness of the underground research lab::
"You killed me. Let's be honest, I LET you do it. Too fucking bad it didn't stick. You made copies of me? You're a sick fuck, you know that?"
:: Diana just stands there, looking at Scion.::
There's more than one way to kill a virus, and you know I take pride in ALL that I do. Perhaps I want to make sure that I can perfect the art of DESTROYING you.
:: She said this in a low, predatory tone as she eyed the newly revived, and clearly edgier looking Black Widow in that "shark" like way that only SHE could.::
"You killed me. Let's be honest, I LET you do it. Too fucking bad it didn't stick.
You certainly inherited your father's ARROGANCE, didn't you?
:: Diana replied::
Your consent has NEVER been needed by me to do whatever I WANT to you.
And while we're being honest? You were FLAWED, Scion, and I did you a FAVOR by BREAKING you.
You were having what amounted to an emotionally corrective episode, and you were fragmenting in your psyche. You couldn't handle your own truth when measured up to the FACADE you've worked so hard to maintain up till now, and you thought you could destroy ME? You thought that whatever biological link between us would somehow SAVE you from my WRATH?
Like every other person that forgot their place,
You NEEDED to be shut down.
You made copies of me? You're a sick fuck, you know that?
:: Diana enjoys another drink::
I am an artist, little girl. But no less deadly because of that.
Like any creator, I destroy what does not work, what does not suit me and what no longer serves a purpose.
Perhaps NOW you have learned your lesson, and in this new body, you'll have a new attitude.
"My whole life..... is a fucking joke."
She sounded much calmer now, much more composed. She even laughed, and it didn't sound deranged.
So are most of your relationships.
:: Diana smoothly added::
"I have spent most of my adulthood judging myself based on the DELUSION that I was once a good person that bad shit happened to. I have been HATING myself for the choices I have made.... and the malice I have felt for as long as I could remember. I'm guessing since my father died. Oh but wait..... He wasn't even my fucking father. But he's not the only person who has suffered and died because of their connection to me. Patrick? I fucking loved him. I needed him..... because he saw the anger and he still thought I was a good person. But you.... (smiling sarcastically) you broke him..... for what? To know me better?"
Perhaps. I couldn't help but feel....SOME sort of curiosity about you. After all, you WERE created from part of ME. You ARE my genetic daughter and nothing you do will EVER change that, just like you can never change the fact that SEVERAL of your "new leases" on life- including this one- are owed to ME.
But BREAKING Patrick wasn't merely just about you. He had his purpose to serve. His anamolous gene structure made him the perfect candidate for "The Shape" testing. He was a step up from Kyle Kelly, and he proved to be rather useful in the field, until Shadow Weaver finally destroyed him.
Oh by the way, I bet you're looking forward to your family reunion with the Victoria clan.
:: Diana smiles in a mocking manner at the struggling hybrid::
I can't WAIT to see how that works out for you!
The ugly duckling, rushing back to the swans to show them how beautiful she is, because she's wearing some haphazard costume she threw together to try and prove herself.
:: Black Widow continued, bravely exploring herself, the meaning of her existence and if she could be true to who she believed she was...but then::
She paused, looking at the undersides of her bare feet, realizing she had cut them on broken glass, or twisted metal, or some other debris when she walked into the room. She continued as if it were paint on her soles instead of blood.
"And you know the strength it's taken, and the self loathing I've endured, to be with the Six, to be a 'good person'. (Laughing) because I still fucking think that I could be a good person..... if could just learn to.... control.... the desire... to cause pain and destruction and death. If I could just (cough) silence..... the fucking part of me.... that wants to see someone else suffer.... as much as I have suffered."
She looked up at Malice, wearing a nauseous expression. Her throat felt raw, but then, she'd never used these vocal cords before.
Having a hard time, Scion?
The last time you looked and sounded like this...
::FLASH!::
Seer said:<< Sheena Island, the Observatory.>>
<< Black Widow, by the power of Viper, has been OVERCOME by the T-Virus in her body...and has finally degenerated into...a ZOMBIE!>>
<< Images of her attacking and trying to BITE The Silver Swan, who is the only one holding her back from attacking and FEEDING on her friends.>>
:: Diana gazed at Black Widow. They BOTH knew.::
"But that part of me..... is not something that can be silenced.... is it? I (cough) can't be a good person.... because I'm not a fucking person at all. I'm a SCIENCE EXPERIMENT. I wasn't born, I was created in a fucking Petri dish, and grown in a tube full of the same slime-soup that's in my fucking hair right now. I was..... engineered..... to be exactly what I am: a fucking sociopath! I was created..... to be YOU. Or rather, to be the perfect blend of you and Christopher fucking Victory."
There was a long pause. Haleigh and Diana just stared at each other. Haleigh smiled in the most disturbed, haunted way.
"Well.... I guess there's only one thing left to say, MOTHER....... and I KNOW it's what you REALLY want, but that's okay, because it's what I want now too. FUCK the truce. Prepare for war. I'll come BACK to get my bodies. And when I do? I'm bringing EVERYBODY. I'm going to make you suffer for everything you've done to me.... and everything you've done to the people that I love. I'm going to make you REGRET the way I am--the way you and Christopher made me. I'm going to make you SO FUCKING SORRY that you cry blood."
:: Diana's face slowly shifted with a slight SMILE forming. She was not worried.::
I AM WAR, little girl, and the flowing blood and BROKEN BODIES of "EVERYBODY" you bring will REMIND you of that.
Leave now, while I'm feeling generous toward you, "daughter." The NEXT time we meet...I will be sending you to join your FATHER in the HELL that your sister condemned him too.
It's a trip you WON'T be coming back from.
:: Diana gave Haleigh exactly 5 minutes to completely exit the Arklay.::
:: And after the hybrid had disappeared from her view and was quickly making her way out of the mansion, Diana took a moment to look at the body on the floor.::
:: pressing a button on the console::
Drone? There's been a change of plans. Take this body and have it delievered to the office of Cameron King. Make sure it reaches him in the day time.
:: She presses another button, and the remaining view screen that is still somewhat operational flickers on....with a view of Helena Quartermaine looking back at Diana::
Helena, inform the others. The Truce is dead.
:: And with that, Malice closes the channel. She takes a drink of her champange, before dropping the goblet from her hand and letting it crash on the floor, shattering. She simply walks away in her black high heels, briefly catching a glimpse of herself in that same fractured mirror, and tossing her hair as she does so. Soon after, she disappears into the darkness of the underground research lab::