Duplicity the Wrath of Kore
So I have been working on a sequel to Duplicity and have completed one chapter.
This read is definitely a harder edge read.
The story will pick up as Emily kills Kore and Amoris. The new work will deal with the raw emotions of Kore and Emily. Kore's anger at her creation will give way to her vengeful killing of her creators and anyone that gets in her way. Emily will find that raw emotions will fill her as she deals with her losses too.
Here is a couple of raw unedited pages from the sequel of Duplicity. I hope you will enjoy them!
Kore bolted upright upon her bed feeling the shift in time caused by the Dark Angel. Agitated her cool eyes adjusted to the light of the darken room. The room was small only large enough for the bare necessities of life. A small bed a lamp and a three drawer dresser with an overhanging end to it with a chair to serve as a desk. Gray walls devoid of a single article upon them. Upon the desk, one small note pad and a single pin. Faint light shown from a source with only enough light cast to find your way; illuminating from a device next to the door. Just a sterile overhead light that hung from the ceiling exposed without a shade graced the room for utilitarian comfort.
Kore stood and made her way to the light switch, then turned to the door. Making her way down the hall she entered the bathroom reliving herself then washing her hands and face.
She spent a moment staring at her reflection in the mirror drilling her eyes into the face that was looking back upon her being. Her eyes looking back at her red at the inner edge of the iris giving way to electric yellow at the outer. Her brows full yet thin tilling slightly down to the bridge of her nose. Her jet-black hair cropped short traced the lines of her face to the nap of her neck. The pail iridescent green of her skin changing huge slightly as she moved her face side to side all seemed surreal to her. It felt strange to see herself having only lived not quite yet three hundred days. Felling like a fish out of water, not a part of anything, no mother or father just a tube in a lab. A suckling pipette her closest relative known with the exception of the unknown cell donor, that none would speak of to her.
Staring intently into the mirror caused her mind to wander to her first fleeting memories of her existence. Grown in a large clear tube under an ultraviolet lamp. Floating suspended in a liquid that filled her lungs. Dreams upon dreams, then the mental connections of her makers filling her head with the required information to survive. Trapped in the tube for five long years without the touch of a single hand upon her skin. No love, no understanding just a nothingness, mental prodding and her dreams. Dreams that left her screaming without sound as the liquid in the chamber triggered the sensations of drowning.
Anger filled her now as she gazed upon the reflection; tears would not flow. No pity for herself, only anger and rage; a scowl came to her face as he clinched her fist jamming it into the polished chrome steel mirror. Her hand, knuckles fractured with blood upon the steel mended themselves in less time than it took to wash the blood from her hand. Pulling her hand from the cold water she shook them violently down then whipped them on her pants.
Kore looked upon the reflecting image of herself one last time then with determination upon her face she turned and left the room to search for answers of who she is.
Making her way along the halls she came to the door that was the extent of her travels in the temple. It was locked, a heavy grained knotted door of wood with a diagonal flat of steel to reinforce it gave it an oppressive look. Yet her mood of anger reinforced the need to rid herself of this obstacle. She took a few steps back then launched herself upon the door. Splinters gave way with the ear splitting crack as her foot landed upon this cage door that bound her, tethered behind it.
Free now she would find her beginning; the responsible ones that created her. Then she would find what was drawing her to it. Amoris knew, he would tell or pay with his life. He was using her, toying with her like a pet; loathing him came easy in the last few weeks as she lay in her room thinking of her reality that festered in her tormented mind. Crushing the life from his emaciated frame crept into the fabric of her thoughts as a smile of satisfaction crept across her full red lips.
Stepping over the rubble of the door she made her way along the hall. Echos of her footfalls the only sounds of comfort in the dimly lit passage. The passage ended at a steep staircase with a flickering harsh light above. Kore climbed tentatively without a sound using her ears for any sign of life as she made her trek.
At the top of the staircase lay another door; she checked it and it wasn’t locked. Pushing it open it emptied into a well lit room with many paintings upon the walls. Curious she made her way to the delightful looking one that hung upon the far wall. It was a picture of a ship upon the deep blue waves, froth clinging to each as the ship glided down one. Clouds upon the sky not quite full allowed streaming angelic rays of light upon the ship from above. The ships mast and sails taking the force of natures wind from the stern of the vessel. Spray cast into the air slid along the side of the ship giving it depth that made Kore feel as though she could almost touch it.
She had never seen such pictures only planted memories of what she saw now. The vivid colors drew her in as she stared with aw in to the painting. Like a child her imagination gripped her with thoughts of standing on the deck of such a ship. Wind in her face carrying with it the smell of the sea; the tastes of salt on her tongue as the sound of the wind pummeled her ears. Lost in the moment she could think of nothing else for a bit.
As her focus returned to her surrounding she was in; Kore was gripped with a feeling she was being watched. Kore spun on her heal to see a figure leering at her from across the room. She cross the room before they could even register her movement. Her long fingers rapping themselves around her victims neck, not to tight to crush the windpipe yet firm enough to grip it collapsing the airway enough to cause panic to set into their eyes.
With a little upward pressure from her arm she pulled him to her face.
“Who are you?” As Kore intently looked into their eyes.
“Bayon” he replied choking through her grip.
“I know the name, you are part of the counsel are you not?”
I hope you had fun with this raw scrap of the sequel to Duplicity.
Duplicity can be found…
http://is.gd/iGG438
I will be working of the edit of the first chapter in the next few weeks and will post it when it is finished as a PDF file on my web page.
I have a new blog on Tumbler.com
I hope you will join me there.
http://duplicityhome.tumblr.com/David M Wilmot
This read is definitely a harder edge read.
The story will pick up as Emily kills Kore and Amoris. The new work will deal with the raw emotions of Kore and Emily. Kore's anger at her creation will give way to her vengeful killing of her creators and anyone that gets in her way. Emily will find that raw emotions will fill her as she deals with her losses too.
Here is a couple of raw unedited pages from the sequel of Duplicity. I hope you will enjoy them!
Kore bolted upright upon her bed feeling the shift in time caused by the Dark Angel. Agitated her cool eyes adjusted to the light of the darken room. The room was small only large enough for the bare necessities of life. A small bed a lamp and a three drawer dresser with an overhanging end to it with a chair to serve as a desk. Gray walls devoid of a single article upon them. Upon the desk, one small note pad and a single pin. Faint light shown from a source with only enough light cast to find your way; illuminating from a device next to the door. Just a sterile overhead light that hung from the ceiling exposed without a shade graced the room for utilitarian comfort.
Kore stood and made her way to the light switch, then turned to the door. Making her way down the hall she entered the bathroom reliving herself then washing her hands and face.
She spent a moment staring at her reflection in the mirror drilling her eyes into the face that was looking back upon her being. Her eyes looking back at her red at the inner edge of the iris giving way to electric yellow at the outer. Her brows full yet thin tilling slightly down to the bridge of her nose. Her jet-black hair cropped short traced the lines of her face to the nap of her neck. The pail iridescent green of her skin changing huge slightly as she moved her face side to side all seemed surreal to her. It felt strange to see herself having only lived not quite yet three hundred days. Felling like a fish out of water, not a part of anything, no mother or father just a tube in a lab. A suckling pipette her closest relative known with the exception of the unknown cell donor, that none would speak of to her.
Staring intently into the mirror caused her mind to wander to her first fleeting memories of her existence. Grown in a large clear tube under an ultraviolet lamp. Floating suspended in a liquid that filled her lungs. Dreams upon dreams, then the mental connections of her makers filling her head with the required information to survive. Trapped in the tube for five long years without the touch of a single hand upon her skin. No love, no understanding just a nothingness, mental prodding and her dreams. Dreams that left her screaming without sound as the liquid in the chamber triggered the sensations of drowning.
Anger filled her now as she gazed upon the reflection; tears would not flow. No pity for herself, only anger and rage; a scowl came to her face as he clinched her fist jamming it into the polished chrome steel mirror. Her hand, knuckles fractured with blood upon the steel mended themselves in less time than it took to wash the blood from her hand. Pulling her hand from the cold water she shook them violently down then whipped them on her pants.
Kore looked upon the reflecting image of herself one last time then with determination upon her face she turned and left the room to search for answers of who she is.
Making her way along the halls she came to the door that was the extent of her travels in the temple. It was locked, a heavy grained knotted door of wood with a diagonal flat of steel to reinforce it gave it an oppressive look. Yet her mood of anger reinforced the need to rid herself of this obstacle. She took a few steps back then launched herself upon the door. Splinters gave way with the ear splitting crack as her foot landed upon this cage door that bound her, tethered behind it.
Free now she would find her beginning; the responsible ones that created her. Then she would find what was drawing her to it. Amoris knew, he would tell or pay with his life. He was using her, toying with her like a pet; loathing him came easy in the last few weeks as she lay in her room thinking of her reality that festered in her tormented mind. Crushing the life from his emaciated frame crept into the fabric of her thoughts as a smile of satisfaction crept across her full red lips.
Stepping over the rubble of the door she made her way along the hall. Echos of her footfalls the only sounds of comfort in the dimly lit passage. The passage ended at a steep staircase with a flickering harsh light above. Kore climbed tentatively without a sound using her ears for any sign of life as she made her trek.
At the top of the staircase lay another door; she checked it and it wasn’t locked. Pushing it open it emptied into a well lit room with many paintings upon the walls. Curious she made her way to the delightful looking one that hung upon the far wall. It was a picture of a ship upon the deep blue waves, froth clinging to each as the ship glided down one. Clouds upon the sky not quite full allowed streaming angelic rays of light upon the ship from above. The ships mast and sails taking the force of natures wind from the stern of the vessel. Spray cast into the air slid along the side of the ship giving it depth that made Kore feel as though she could almost touch it.
She had never seen such pictures only planted memories of what she saw now. The vivid colors drew her in as she stared with aw in to the painting. Like a child her imagination gripped her with thoughts of standing on the deck of such a ship. Wind in her face carrying with it the smell of the sea; the tastes of salt on her tongue as the sound of the wind pummeled her ears. Lost in the moment she could think of nothing else for a bit.
As her focus returned to her surrounding she was in; Kore was gripped with a feeling she was being watched. Kore spun on her heal to see a figure leering at her from across the room. She cross the room before they could even register her movement. Her long fingers rapping themselves around her victims neck, not to tight to crush the windpipe yet firm enough to grip it collapsing the airway enough to cause panic to set into their eyes.
With a little upward pressure from her arm she pulled him to her face.
“Who are you?” As Kore intently looked into their eyes.
“Bayon” he replied choking through her grip.
“I know the name, you are part of the counsel are you not?”
I hope you had fun with this raw scrap of the sequel to Duplicity.
Duplicity can be found…
http://is.gd/iGG438
I will be working of the edit of the first chapter in the next few weeks and will post it when it is finished as a PDF file on my web page.
I have a new blog on Tumbler.com
I hope you will join me there.
http://duplicityhome.tumblr.com/David M Wilmot
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