The Last Day of Eve's Life

She hit the big blue “tweet” button and sent her final words out, and let her phone just drop to the floor. She wouldn't need it where she was going. Knowing everything she did, she knew it was odd to think of it that way, and yet there really wasn't any other way to do so. She had spent her short life seeking out new experiences, anything to fill the void. And now she was going to experience the ultimate once in a lifetime feeling.

Death.

But she was fine with that, she had accepted that death was here for her, and what came after was unknown to her even after the explanations. But she didn't think about those words, spoken by her counterpart, they weren't important at the moment. She kept her mind focused. On finally grasping something for herself. And on her death.

At least she'd get closure.

The door opened, and the man in the dark blue goggles and the medical mask stepped in. He took one glance at the hallway and pushed the door shut. She came to stare at him, and her face scrunched up. She got to her feet, confusion coming over her face.

Eve: Who the hell are you?

He didn't respond, instead looking around the room for the first time. He came to look at her again, and Eve got the feeling he might have been about to speak, when sounds came from the hallway, mirroring the ones she had heard just minutes ago when she thought the man who would kill her was coming. He looked at the door then back at her, raising one finger over his mouth to shh her, and then reached his left hand down to the back of his right hand.

And vanished.

She blinked rapidly, trying to process what had just happened, but ran out of time as the door opened and Doktor Adversary entered. He carried a manilla folder, and was clearly smiling behind his medical mask as he looked at his creation.

Doktor Adversary: So excited you weren't able to stay in your seat?

Eve looked around the room again, trying to place where the mystery identical man had went, but couldn't do so. Adversary took her silence as an answer however, unaware of the third occupant of the room.

Doktor Adversary: Well, I can't blame you. I'd be excited too to stand at this Apex.

Eve: You keep using that word.

Doktor Adversary: What word could better describe the top of the mountain that I'll soon stand at, the rest of the world at my feet?

Eve: Crazy?

Doktor Adversary: You're a woman I made from spare parts and you really think to call me crazy?

Eve: I just like to be snappy, really.

Doktor Adversary: Yes, an unfortunate side effect of the limitations Daisuke had me place in you.

Her mouth twisted in a snarl.

Eve: You mean putting Jon Collins in my head.

Doktor Adversary: Well Jon Collins circa 2004, yes. But it was necessary, Daisuke thought he was in charge, and I allowed him to keep the thought in his head. He was, after all, giving me ample funding to get the final bugs out of my design. Unfortunately following his orders introduced other bugs that render you...

Eve: Obsolete.

Doktor Adversary: Exactly. I'm moving forward with my final phase of my work.

He slapped the folder on the desk, and she took one look at it and felt her blood go cold. Written across the folder in big bold letters was a title. PROJECT: ADAM.

Eve: It's always biblical references...

Doktor Adversary: They're so ingrained in us all. But, yes, Adam will be everything you are not. The things holding you back will not exist in Adam. He will be the perfect creation that will spearhead my army.

Eve: That's nice. But doesn't your biblical reference fall apart with me dead? Adam without Eve means no children to populate the world after the fall from grace.

Behind the medical mask she could tell his mouth twisted into a grin.

Doktor Adversary: I might be about to punch a hole through your brain and end your functions...but your body will still have it's uses.

Even Eve couldn't think of a response to such a repugnant idea. The Doktor began to reach to his belt, to the holster where he had the gun that murdered Cyril Kuller waiting. But he paused, head ticking up slightly, before turning to look behind him.

Doktor Adversary: But first, why don't you reveal yourself, brother?

For a second there was nothing, but then the air shimmered as the form of the man reappeared, hand still pressed against the back of his right hand. His hands fell to his sides as the Doktor looked on in annoyance.

Doktor Adversary: So like one of Us. Always trying to get in on the other's great moments, to share in the glory you weren't smart enough to get on your own. I can always smell one of Us. Come on then! Identify yourself! I won't allow you to share, but I might be kind enough to let you ride my coat tails a tad.

The man did not respond, and that only annoyed the Doktor more.

Doktor Adversary: Come on! Who is it?! Charles? Clark? Logan?

He reached up to his face, pulling off his goggles and letting them drop along with his medical mask, revealing eyes colored a bright green.

Doktor Adversary: Look me in the eyes and identify yourself!

The man finally responded. He reached up and gripped his goggles, pulling them from his face and letting them drop. The Doktor's face fell, but Eve could only barely register that in her peripheral vision, her attention fully on the man's face as he then yanked his medical mask down, revealing his lower face. Doktor Adversary was speechless, mouth open, and Eve likely looked the same staring at this...whatever he was. He looked like Doktor Adversary, most of his face being an exact copy of the man Eve had hated since her birth...but it was what didn't match that was so distressing.

His eyes would have stood out the most in any other situation, his iris a bright yellow color set against metallic silver sclera, making her think his eyes were artificial. With the way the iris constantly expanded and retracted, like a camera zooming in and out, she felt that was likely correct. She'd have stared at them for far longer in disbelief if it wasn't for his jaw.

He didn't have one. A human one, at least. It was metal, molded to fit the shape of a jaw, but only the shape. No attempts at molding a lip and only a bare carving to indicate teeth, and when the mouth opened she could see a metal tongue inside of the mouth. The worst part was that at the tops of the jaw's curves, where it was screwed in just before the ear, it hadn't been screwed in entirely, so when his mouth moved it had a disconcerting floppy look to it's movement. The flesh around the screws was badly cracked, and she wondered if the flopping was a necessity to keep from damaging the face more. She would have risked it herself.

Doktor Adversary slumped against his desk and stared at him for long, long moments before he finally spoke, his tone resigned.

Doktor Adversary: So...you really did survive.

And the mechanical man, the Cyborg, finally spoke.

The Cyborg: I always said I'd come back for you all.

And his hand suddenly flashed upward, holding what looked to just be a normal pistol except for a green light on the handler and that where the magazine loads into it there was instead a thick tube that seemed to run down and jack into his right leg. The gun's barrel flashed once, and a hole was punched through Doktor Adversary's forehead, the back of his head exploding outward, spraying blood against the wall. His body slumped down against the desk, but the Cyborg wasn't done, as he grabbed the Doktor by the foot and yanked him towards him, the Doktor's body sliding onto it's back as the Cyborg stood over him. He raised the gun to his face and spoke to it.

The Cyborg: Full Auto.

There was a sliding sound, and a color on the handle of the gun changed, as the Cyborg aimed the gun down at the Doktor's chest where the chest met the neck, and pressed the trigger, causing a burst of bullets to erupt out into that area, smashing through his body and nearly detaching his head. Eve could only stare in shock at this. The Cyborg looked at her, as if to confirm she was still there, before he stepped over the body and went to the desk where he picked up the Project Adam folder. He opened it and flipped through it, the only sound being one of disgust as he finished flipping through it, tossing it onto his body.

The Cyborg: No more ghouls from him.

Eve finally found her voice then.

Eve: Besides me, you mean.

He simply shook his head.

The Cyborg: Not how Cyril would put it.

A flash of anger came over her face at the mention of Dr. Kuller.

Eve: You're the man he told me about. The one he couldn't save. I can see he embellished the story.

He looked down at the ground, unable to meet her gaze from that.

The Cyborg: ...correct. I was not...entirely willing to act against them again, after what happened to me.

Eve: And this bastard shot Cyril for it! I was there....right through the heart.

The Cyborg: Well, actually....

Eve: No! Don't interrupt me!

He stopped, and looked at her. Her face was twisted in anger, sadness, and something else. Loss, maybe.

Eve: I'm so tired of this...so tired of being jerked around like a fucking puppet on strings by you and them! And don't even deny that you're not the same! Your voice is exactly the same, and I'm so sick of hearing it!

Her shoulders slumped, head drooping.

Eve: I was finally going to get my closure.

The Cyborg: Your demise wasn't going to solve anything.

Eve: Idiot! I wasn't going to die!

He blinked in confusion.

The Cyborg: Pardon?

Eve: I had it planned....he thought he was going to kill me, everyone thought I was going off to die because if I gave even a hint of what I planned he would know...I was going to get revenge for what he did for me and for murdering Cyril.

The Cyborg: But...

Eve: I AM NOT DONE SPEAKING! ...I was so god damned close. All I wanted was this one moment. It's my fault Cyril died like he did, alone and in agony, but I was going to make it right. Eye for an eye...it wouldn't have been perfect, but it would have been closure. I could have moved on. I was going to cross over but I was getting the thing that'd make me happiest first. And I couldn't even get that, because it's something else you people took from me! I was finally going to get something for myself, and apparently even that is too much to ask.

She then slumped down onto her knees on the floor, and was silent, her mind far away. The Cyborg initially wanted to say something, but realized the futility of it, and instead turned away from her to let her have time. He rose his right arm, palm up, and pressed his finger right where his pulse should be. Instead, the flesh sunk in like a button, and from his palm a great light sprung up. A screen waiting for an input.

The Cyborg: Open files on The Ten.

The screen flashed, pulling up ten folders. 8 of them stood together, while the other two were off to the side.

The Cyborg: Open file Bruce Adversary. Edit status, deceased. Mark file as closed.

The screen flashed again, the folder gaining a large red X and moving away from both groups. The first of many that would join it.

Eve: You know....

The Cyborg: Yes?

He continued to do work on his files, editing in details of the plans he had found, and also on the girl. Eve, meanwhile, began to rise to her feet.

Eve: It feels like I'm cursed. Everything I touch only worsens...or dies. So...

She reached to her belt, pushing her shirt up to reveal a sheath. From it, she pulled an ornate knife.

Eve: Why not make it official?

He heard the sound of the knife being pulled out, wheeling around to face her with the knife out. His hand fell down to his belt, scrambling for the pistol to defend himself, but he didn't need to bother. She twisted it around to face herself and, without a moment's hesitation, drove it into her heart. For a moment it seemed there was a flash from the handle, but then Eve collapsed to the floor and ceased to move. The Cyborg looked down at her for what felt like ages. A hand slowly went to his face and rubbed at his eyes, feeling the tug of tear ducts that couldn't produce anything anymore. It was rare that that feeling came to him these days, but it burned hard now. Another casualty of his war. Slowly he turned from the depressing sight and pressed the button on his wrist again, calling up the screen. This time he made a gesture with his left hand, which opened a video screen, a woman's face coming into view. She gave him a small smile, showing no sign of discomfort at the sight of his disfigurements.

Woman: I was wondering when you'd call. How did the mission go?

The Cyborg: I...I killed Bruce.

Woman: Oh, excellent! Before he could enact whatever sinister plans he had in mind?

The Cyborg: Yes...exactly. Before.

Her smile fell, head tilting.

Woman: ...what happened?

With a deep sigh, he moved his arm to the side, allowing her to take in the sight of the dead Eve behind him. She let out a gasp, hand coming up to cover her mouth.

Woman: Oh my God...after everything...

The Cyborg: I know. I know. I just...I don't know how to explain this to him...

She looked like she was about to say something, some words to try and remove some of the guilt already building with him when something she saw made her eyes bug out, raising an arm to point behind him.

Woman: ALEX!

The Cyborg, this Alex, turns to find Eve moving.

Slowly her hands move out to push her up onto her knees, and then she was back on her feet, facing the Cyborg and the woman with the knife still sticking from her heart. She reached one hand up and gripped the handle, pulling it from her chest without a single indication of feeling the pain, and letting it drop uselessly to the floor. As the three watched, the hole she had made into her chest slowly began to close up, and finally disappear. She looked at the healed wound for a moment before looking up at them.

Eve: Well this is going to take some getting use to.

The Cyborg could only stare in disbelief as this reborn woman in front of him.

The new Perfect Evil.