Her plan was to go to the Red Dragon Inn and grab a beverage, unfortunately " like always, she got distracted, and ended up completely forgetting about her original purpose. What could had quenched Renna's thirst for alcohol so easily' Well, the honest answer is no surprise, really, considering her recent....Change.

The offending distraction was a cute little black and white kitten skittering across her path, from under one dustbin to another and with the Red Dragon Inn in view " no less than a mere half a mile away, Renna quickly bee-lined towards the last known position of the aforementioned cute little feline. "Here, kitty-kitty-kitty!" She called out in a sing song, dropping to crouch down beside the dustbin, leaning to one side to try and peak a glimpse around it.

Of course what looked back up at her with its almost disgustingly adorable eyes and wiggling whiskered nose; promoting an even more offending little: 'meow,' could had shattered the heart of even the steeliest of battle veterans. So it was safe to say Renna was floored almost immediately by the sight. She dropped her basket of flowers in alarm at just how cute the kitten was; with its black fur coat complete with blotches of white scattered across its being. It even wore a collar " so obviously it had an owner; and there, dangling from it, was a small brass dog tag that was inscribed with the name: 'Mr Snugball.'

After inspecting the dog tag, Renna squealed with delight, and moved her dual wickedly crafted claws towards the kitten. Strangely, the cat was quite at peace while the terrifying constructs that was Renna's gauntlets closing in around his diminutive feline form. Having being picked up from the ground, Renna drew the kitten close to her face, and nuzzled it with her cheek against the top of its tiny head, "Daaaaawww, you're so cute and fluffy ain't you, Mr Snugball?"

The kitten was a little bewildered it seemed, for it just looked up at Renna with a slight tilt of the head for quite some time. It didn't take long for it to 'mew' back up at the rose-growing fanatic, and lick its tiny tongue against Renna's chin in approval of her attention to its royal and mighty kittieness.

"Oh, I so wished I had a kitten of my own, but unfortunately, you little evil things pee on plants, and a lot of the time you kill them! So mean!" She frowned, and moved the kitten away from her a touch, to better inspect the tiny animal in her cupped claws, "But you Mr Snugball " you're a good kitty, so don't pee on plants, okay?"

Absorbed with the kitten's cuteness, Renna continued to talk to the cat, mostly about many random things. Like how the kitten reminded her of Kaius....Though then she argued Kaius did not really pee on plants - well, to her knowledge, anyway. Nor did he have cat ears....So maybe he's not like a kitten....But the idea certainly brought a flush of red to Renna's cheeks, as she thought long and hard on the possibility of a cat boy outfit for-

"Excuse, Miss?" Came a shy little squeak from over Renna's shoulder. Even the tap of a small hand gently rattling against her shoulder.

Renna, still crouched low, blinked a touch, and glanced over her shoulder. There in eye level with her, were two young girls, and they were holding hands. They looked to be twins, but one was slightly taller than the other, if by a hair or two. "Uh, yes?"

The other girl spoke up now, "We're looking for our Mommie, have you seen her?"

Oh dear, they must be lost, Renna thought.

She moved to place the kitten into her basket of flowers, and then moved to stand fully, replacing the basket into the crook of her arm as she looked side to side, searching for anyone that could possibly resemble these two young girls' parents. Nervously Renna fiddled with her bangs, contemplating what to do....Maybe she ought to take them to a Town Watch outpost"

"Uhmmmn, I don't think so " what does she look like" Do you know anyone close by who knows your Mother?" Renna returned her dull rusted gaze to the two, and was surprised not to see either of them looking all that worried that they were in fact lost, and without their Mother. In fact, they were smiling at her, rather strangely at that. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, and she shivered a touch under their gaze.

"Oh, she's close," one girl said, as she smiled ever wider.

"Really close..." Said the other.

That, was creepy. Even Renna had to admit that.

Waving off the creepy little girls mentally, Renna sighed and offered out her hand towards one of them, "Here, take my hand, and we'll go have a little walk and see if we can find her, but if we can't, I'll have to take you to a Watch Outpost....They can help you find your Mommy better than I."

"Okay..." Said one of the girls " the slightly taller one, and moved to hold Renna's gauntlet, unafraid by the bladed fingers that inhabited it.

And Renna found that very odd. Surprising, but very odd. Nevertheless, she was just a little bit happy that the two kids were not afraid of her, or her gauntlets. Carefully she closed her fingers about the child's hand, and moved to walk off with them, but found they refused to move along with her.

Renna blinked, and turned to look down at the two, but had found one of them had ran off, running away from them. She blinked, and turned rather sharply, "Hey, where are you going"! Come back! You'll get lost again!"

But the girl kept on running...

Fully confused, Renna directed her attention to girl she was still hand in hand with. "Why did she do that' Why didn't you stop your sibling from running off like that' What if she gets lost' Why....Are you..."

"Don't worry, Mommie, soon it'll be over. You've been a very bad Mommie, because Mommie was supposed to be dead. Now all our sisters are very upset, because now we have to kill Mommie again." The girl spoke, very, very softly.

Something is definitely wrong here. Renna quickly tried to snatch back her gauntlet, but the girl would simply not let go. "H-hey let go of me, kid....I said let go, kid!" She took a step back, and tried to yank free from a terrifyingly strong grip. Too strong for any child to have. "I'm....Not your, Mother!"

"BUT YOU ARE!" Screamed Sunday, "You....Renna, Egorwrath, Bloodstone..."

Renna felt her blood run cold, and her eyes widen.

"The Betrayer."

The world as Renna knew it flared into a shining beautiful light of white, orange, and red. Her head rang, as if a thunderclap had crashed against her eardrums, numbing her mind " making it feel as if her entire body was floating through the air, while at the mercy of a tornado that refused to drop her.

The destructive beauty of the fierce explosion that occurred, could not had been more point blank, for Renna saw the smallest snippets of horror, as she watched the young girl explode outwards into many, many pieces of fiery gore and earth shattered bone. Next, came the flames that licked at Renna's face and clothing, singing her hair and blistering her skin. Then finally, the kinetic force that pulsed from where the girl once stood whole; that thundered through Renna's body, ripping and crushing internal organs before it threw her up into the air, and across the street.

Renna's rag dolled body smashed into the wall of a building on the opposite side of the road, and she slumped there in a bloodied, smouldering heap in the age old foetal position, curled up protectively. She managed to keep consciousness, though just about barely. Even though Renna cannot still utilize her latent powers to its complete extent, Renna, much like The Betrayer, was stubborn.

She refused to die, bow or yield to anyone...

Painfully, Renna uncurled on the floor from her previous position, and moved to lean up off of the ground. Her arms, that were crossed over her chest, unwrapped, and she looked down to it with a panicked desperation to see if she had managed to save....Her bottom lip quivered. The kitten she had grabbed out of the basket at the very last moment, and shielded from the blast amongst all that confusion, was not moving.

Renna, slumped down onto her rear, and cradled the cat up to her face, her eyes clenching tight, so that she could hold back the tears. "No....Why...?" She heard footsteps. Her eyes sprang open, and her tears flooded her cheeks. "I'm not the Betrayer! I'M NOT THE BETRAYER!"

Wednesday stopped before the broken and battered, bloodied form of her creator, brandishing a jackknife. Heartlessly, she had walked through the spot where her sister " Sunday, once stood, leaving a trail of bloodied footprints all the way right up where Renna sat defeated.

The smile present there on the girl's lips, was twisted.

"....Don't worry Mommie, once I kill you, I'll bury the kittie for you....Heh....Heh....Maybe I'll play with it first....Sisters would love to play with a kittie....We could play doctor-doctor! Cut it open. Play with its guts! HEHEHHEHHEHEH! HAAAAHH HAAHAHH!!!!! THAT WOULD BE SO FUN! WON'T IT"! MOMMIE"!"

"N-no! Don't touch him!" She curled her arms around the kitten's corpse, and kicked her legs out to crawl across the ground away from the child, "Do anything to me but....But..." She coughed, and blood came up. "Nghh....Don'....It's just....A kitten....Don't...?

The Manticore's blood red eyes shone on the immobile figure of the recently repaired Renna, who laid peacefully naked on a bed at their bedroom, back at the Mage House, Bristle Crios. The darkly but elegantly dressed twin had went about meticulously making sure with absolute certainty that every wound Renna had received from the two; now dead, Sisters of the Black Flame, had healed without even a single sign of a scratch or scar anywhere.

Such regenerative capabilities were within her grasp, for unlike Renna, the Manticore could control the full scope of their shared powers, even awakening the latent abilities The White Rose hadn't realised she even possessed.

How fortunate, mind you, that she decided to 'help' Renna in her time of need. Truthfully, the Manticore almost wanted to let that charade continue on just a little bit longer, because, well, she can't deny that it amused her to watch her goodly better half get the snot beaten out of her, by two small children.

But was the lifesaving intervention out of the kindness of her shrivelled up, blackened heart' Or was it something else?

"You beautiful thing; it's quite interesting looking at yourself from a different perspective....Isn't that right, Renna?" Of course, the Manticore would not get a response at that precise moment, for Renna was still very much out of it. Which was favourable, because....Well. Blood red eyes roamed Renna's naked body, hungrily, "Oh how I want to....Play with you," she licked her lips, "but that man might get upset, won't he" His precious little woman, defiled and ruined....Not that you were not already sullied. Isn't that right, my dearest self?" A gauntleted claw gently brushed against Renna's forehead, as she chuckled darkly, "Such a weakling. Without me, you would had died. We can't let you go doing that to MY body, now can we" You do need to try and stop getting involved with all of these very dangerous situations....But moreover, what I do find the most interesting, that occurred during your little 'altercation' with our daughters is that your stupid little 'precaution' almost prevented me from causing harm onto that poor little child..."

The Manticore's lips curled into a vile grin as blood red eyes settled on the tattoo branded just below Renna's left wrist. She had something similar " on her right wrist, but the rose however was the colour of the blackest of coal. "It seems, despite your attempts, this Binding Restrict spell does not exactly prevent me from hurting anyone when you're the one unjustifiably being attacked....How annoying. I suppose, I can work off of that quite easily as there is after all, no short supply of people who want you dead through their own petty prejudices against the skin you wear....When in reality, they should be attacking the true source of their misery....Me....The embodiment of The Betrayers desire for peace, unity, and total perfecti-ah?"

In her self absorbed monologue, she had half expected for her words to fall upon deaf ears, but now she has taken notice of a presence resting against her gauntlet. Another gauntlet, that lightly intertwined the other's finger blades. The Manticore looked to Renna's face just then, finding herself gazing deeply into dulled, rust bucket coloured orbs, that appeared to be just smiling up at her.

Renna's words were whispered, her lips could barely move, but she managed a smile, "Thank you....You saved me..."

The Manticore grinned, licking her lips a touch, inclining her head just so to the side, "Don't think for a second I did it for you....Without the other, neither of us can exist....Besides, I healed you because you damn well know we are linked through a lot more than just resembling one another. The last thing I need is your problems being pushed onto me."

A second gauntlet caught the Manticore by silent surprise. Renna's other claw had reached up, and cupped the darker clone's cheek. "It wasn't right," Renna whispered, "That you were locked up, in my mind. Caged, like an animal....I feared you for, so, so long....Our battles together; our struggle for control over a single body..." She cleared her throat, and giggled a touch, "I knew I could find peace here, amongst the Bristle Crios Coven, and I selfishly tried to control you to continue that peace....I placed a spell on us both without giving you a chance to show me and us all that there is good inside of you..."

A very odd chuckle came from the bloodied red eyed one, "You can't be serious?"

"That spell....I did it to save not just the innocents I know you are capable of devouring....I did it so that I could save us, so that we can be redeemed in the eyes of everyone who hated us....You proved it today, Manticore " you proved it! You, rescued me....You healed me....You brought me back here to our home-"

"This! This is NOT our home!" The Manticore took a good few steps from the bed, "Your idealistic illusion of a happy life; you disgusting, maddened woman! To think that you are the side of The Betrayer that once existed; buried underneath all the sh*t that made up me....Redemption" Me" You may want to find that dream, but me?" A bladed finger lifted to point at Renna, "I see the world for what it is " and it is imperfect! You might have me under your control for now, but mark my words, the very moment you turn your back on me, the moment you think I am no longer a threat to you, or anyone in this world....You may live to regret it."

The blonde leant up in the bed, wincing as she did so. Her body might had been healed, but there was definitely some nerve damage to her motor functions, for every bit of movement required an extra bit of effort. "....You can talk as much as you want, but, I know, you're just saying it, because you're scared..."

"Me"! Scared" Be careful, Renna, don't try my patience..."

"Just admit it....I'm afraid too. Afraid you're going to destroy not just yourself but others, too. I know I hold your leash now, Manticore, but, I am not your Mistress, or your Master....I'm not like Von Gart, I am not going to keep you locked up in my mind " that's why you are here now..." Renna smiled, "I allowed you to split off from me whenever you felt the need, so that you can too enjoy life....Just like I have recently. You can try and fit in - you can try and be, happy for once..."

"Jealousy....Anger, hatred....Pain, loss, despair " all that sh*t and I am the one to be burdened by them all"! You, you're the lucky one here....You're the happy one " because you don't remember a damn thing before the accident " but I do! All those painful memories, pushed onto me " everything! I remember, you don't. You're happy. I'm not. You're perfect, I'm not! I cannot stand being incomplete and unhappy like this! I must have a purpose!"

"Please, calm down," Renna offered, moving her gauntlets out to clutch at the Manticore's frilled sleeves of her dress, and gently coax her back over to the bed. Once there, Renna wrapped her arms around the other blonde's head, and drew her into an embrace, while she sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on, stop crying..."

"....I just want people to suffer! Suffer! Incomplete, incomplete " useless, I must be complete " I must show Master I am-" The Manticore, in the twined appearance of Renna, knelt before the naked woman sitting on the edge of the bed, and buried her face deep between the woman's breasts. Her arms wrapped around Renna's waist, and embraced her, ever so tightly.

Renna smiled, and nodded, "....I know, I know. But, we can't let that happen. We'll fight this together....We might be the shattered mind of The Betrayer, and while you have everything that was ever bad about her, and I....And I have, the memories of a time when she was happy, young, and innocent....But, you need to remember, we're not her." She shook her head, and leaned down to kiss the top of the Manticore's head, "She's dead. I am me, and you are you " we're two living people, and we're not trapped in the same mind any more. We might be linked still; I can hear your thoughts even now; and you I am sure, you, can hear mine as well....We shouldn't be fighting against each other, we're....We're practically, family....We're..."

She had to think about the correct word to describe what they were to each other. "Sisters.?