Alana

"This is very strange. Look at this mark on her leg. It's exactly the same as the pendant," Jim said as he pressed a few keys on his computer.

"What's her fluid content?" Gene asked.

"She's definitely been drugged. Quite a few times by the looks of it. She's been given quite a few tranquilizers for some reason."

"What's the story on her tits?"

"This may gross you out but there seems to be a computer chip embedded in the skin. When you touched it, you shorted something out."

"So she's a cyborg?"

"Not in the sense that we know the word. She's obviously been worked on against her will."

"Well her brother's over-protectedness kind of makes sense now. She's unknowingly a part of something bigger."

"Is anyone here?" a man's gruff voice asked and Jim looked up.

"Gene it's the guy from before. What do we do?" Jim asked and Gene grinned.

"I'm gonna talk to him. Maybe I'll get some concrete answers," Gene said and walked out to the front of the shop.

"Have you found out anything on the bitch?" the surly man asked.

"Maybe I have and maybe I haven't," Gene said and the stranger pointed a knife at Gene's throat.

"You'd better tell me the truth or this breath will be your last."

Alana awoke with a start and stared at Jim. The pendant stopped pulsating as she uttered a cry of shock.

"Quiet Alana," Jim said as she began to whimper in fear.

"What was that?" the man demanded.

"My associate. You know how wild men can get at times," Gene said.

"She's here, isn't she?"

"Jim a little help here!"

"What is it Gene? Aaah!" Jim cried when he saw the situation that Gene was in.

"Give me the girl or watch your friend die," the man hissed.

"Stop it," Alana said as a beam of light shattered the blade that was poised on Gene's throat.

"Get back Alana," Jim said as she wrapped the sheet around her body.

"Alan's waiting for you, little lady," the man said.

"Alan is dead," Alana said.

"Is he?"

Alana gasped as she realized the meaning of one of her dreams. Slowly the true meaning of her relationship with her brother became clear. It was if the pieces of a shattered mirror were being put back together. All that her brother had done to protect her wasn't for her at all. It was for him. He had used her and filled her heart with lies and false hope. It became clear to her that she would continue to be used by him until he had achieved his goal. She fought back the tears that she wanted to cry and glared at the stranger.

"You're…you're just trying to confuse me. Alan is dead," she said.

"Get dressed Alana," a new voice said and Alana looked up. A tall, slender man stood in the doorway witep pep purple eyes and long navy hair. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at him.

"Alan…"

"Get dressed."

"Why…?"

"Do as I say Alana."

"Yes."

She turned and walked back into the room that she had awoken in. She noticed the necklace that lay on the table and picked it up. The pendant pulsed even brighter as she put the chain around her neck.

"Thank you for keeping her in one place, Gene Starwind. I also owe you for getting rid of the trash I ran into last night," Alan said and Gene pointed his gun at him.

"You bastard. What have you done to her?" Gene demanded.

"Nothing that concerns you. Where's the necklace that you found?"

"I don't have to tell you anything."

"I'm used to getting what I want, Gene. Now give me the necklace."

"The only thing I'm giving you is a one-way ticket to hell."

"Gene look out!" Jim cried as Alan fired his own gun.

"No!" Alana cried as she ran in front of Gene. She screamed in pain as her body hit the floor. Blood stained the concrete as Alana gazed tearfully up at Gene.

"Bedtime," Alan said and Alana collapsed on the floor. Alan kicked her leg and laughed.

"Bastard. What did you do to her?" Gene demanded.

"She's been turned off. Pick her up Sanders. Our guests will arrive shortly and they don't like to be kept waiting."

"But what about them?" Sanders asked.

"It's taken care of," Alan replied as Jim handed Gene a caster shell.

"Be careful Gene," Jim whispered.

"Don't worry about me Jim. All right Alan, game's over," Gene said as he pointed his gun at Alan.

"New rules Starwind," Alan said and dropped a capsule on the floor. The building became saturated with a gaseous vapor as Alan and Sanders ran down the street. Gene and Jim gagged and clutched their throats as they fell to the floor unconscious.

"But boss, what about the necklace?" Sanders asked as he dumped Alana in the back seat of their car.

"She's wearing it. This works out great. As long as her power is kept under control, I'll get a lot of money for her," Alan said as he started the engine.

"Don't you feel guilty for doing this? She's your sister."

"I've prepared her for the future. She's an important part of the pirate's new tracking system. Besides, when it's a choice between family and money, I always choose money. That's why I've spent six years working on her. It's all going to pay off very soon."