Prologue - There Is Myself, Alone

EARTH, 2219
I look exactly like my twin.

My parents think she is prettier. All for Winona, always for Winona.

They don't say but think it. They call me difficult, and her pleasant. But in reality, they're referring to the physical. I know this for a fact.

My parts are just as large, and I train. I can hit harder than a man four times my size. Ten-G training will do that. It really doesn't cause brain damage like they say.

All for Winona, always for Winona. That's the god-damned rule.

But Georgie Kirk will belong to Brianna. That's me.

Part One - The Theft

George Kirk is a Cadet at Starfleet Academy. A real up-and-comer. Very handsome, too.

He's mine.

Winona tags along on our dates. Sadly, we must tolerate her whiny, slutty presence. She'd give herself to any organism with a protrusion. Only one twin can be good.

George wishes to speak with me alone. I'm going to be a bride. But he says otherwise.

He speaks a nightmare. It was me tagging along. That its all Winona. My parents are delighted.

Winona has George and she'll have kids and I can't. God isn't fair.

But I've heard rumors of another.

Part Two : The One True Path

They were so nice. A simple DNA test told them I was a being of worth.

Recognition, at the nadir of my life. They found me after George and Winona's unholy union, after my traitorous parents announced they were abandoning me for Tarsus. I know Winona seduced them both.

They explained that hate is actually a healthful thing that separates us from the animals on Earth--and beyond. I'm sure Winona is one. That would explain a lot.

That's how I joined The Order.

The best part? God is coming, to destroy all monsters---like Winona. His name is Ghidorah.

Part Three - Living The Lie

I smile at the brainless duo. I force a greeting.

Really, I'd like to shave her and beat him bloodless.

They playfully talk of lovemaking and children that will be.

George should be mine. Winona is a witch and whore.

Cadet George works against the evil that backs Admiralty Hall.

I work for those interests, and they are not evil.

They care and share and talk of the final frontier.

I'd keep George on Earth, like a sensible wife should.

They dream of my absence, and I won't have it.

Winona will die. George is mine. It will be soon.

I can't believe she came here.

I can't believe she looked over the cliff.

I can't believe the neck broke cleanly.

I watch without anesthetic as our bodies' lower halves are exchanged. I will be a mother. My friends are wonderful. No scars. The twin embryos I have frozen. I'll implant them in case I still can't conceive myself. No injustice, this time. I win. From now on, its always Brianna.

That day, I hold my George and comfort him. He lost the fight for The Hall, and his precious, who is already ashes.

I want to laugh out loud.

Part Five - The Sand In The Oyster's Shell

Her name is Jean Little. I hadn't known of her.

Before I can marry George, she gets to judge me.

I will of course, inevitably get rid of her, too.

She speaks riddles, and bits of random gobbledygook about responsibility.

She never speaks of the minimum I have to do.

George can fly? That will never do. Decorum, you know.

Our place in the world? We're set over the animals.

She keeps jabbering, but I don't listen. After all, who will George obey? Her or me? I'm his wife--end of equation.

Who the hell DOES She think she is?

Part Six - The Unkept Husband

RIVERSIDE, IOWA, 2232

I implanted myself with one of Winona's diseased embryos. I should have known she'd cause trouble for me. But I keep her ashes, so that means I have total control. Except over George.

He and that limey catamite, Bob April, are always off on some near-sector mission or other. Now they're talking about shaking down a Constitution-Class. He'll be away from me for months.

That is flatly un-acceptable. I mean, the entire reason I had Sam was to keep George on Earth. It wasn't for the brat's sterling cleanliness or intelligence.

"Is something wrong, Mommy?"

"Yes. You're useless."

Part Seven - The One You Cannot Break

RIVERSIDE, 2243

None of my boys show me any respect. George left me for his precious career. Sam plays with that filthy slut, Aurelan Sorel. He touches her Vulcanoid parts, and she grabs his wholly inadequate member.

But the worst of all is Jimmy. For ten years, I showed him the love that only attention can give. Does he think I would hit him if I didn't care? He's mine, and that's that. But what's mine obeys me, and Jimmy won't.

My Doctor helps me cover my--excesses.

By the time I'm done with Jimmy, everyone will know he can be broken.

Part Eight - The Lady Janus

The world is an amazing place. It expects we mothers to actually raise these monsters, then it dares to complain about how we do it.

Though divorced, I am a perfect hostess to George's friends. I helped Sally Cartwright keep her son Brock. She loves her boy--I have tapes.

That horrid Aurelan now has her cavernous hole wide open for both my boys. I should really castrate Jimmy. With Sam it would be redundant.

Jimmy bolted after an -intense- discipline session to my folks on Tarsus. But I win by saying : "I sent Jimmy away--he was being difficult."

Part Nine - My Enemy, Called Freedom

Tarsus should have been a dream. My parents were finally killed. Jimmy should have been. Instead, he became a hero and found himself a tart.

At thirteen, this Nyota Uhura has boobies that are making Aurelan nervous. Her family? A phony caring and sharing club. I caught her fucking Jimmy.

Three months later, 'Freedom' tells Aurelan she's pregnant. I tell her father : Get rid of it or be labeled a short-eyes. So its gone.

I decide then that Jimmy needs a lesson unlike any he's had before. I mean, any first child of his would be a soulless monster.

Part Ten - Vexed To Nightmare By Rocking Cradle

DECEMBER, 2264, DENEVA 3

The monster sleeps before me.

Jean revealed what it is.

I tried to prevent this.

I used Jim's friend Gary.

I used that egghead Marcus.

I gave 'Freedom' false hope.

I used Sam's insipid jokes.

I fed pregnant Aurelan poison!

I did The Order's bidding.

I offered brats to Ghidorah.

I forced aliens from Iowa.

So why won't he die?

They work him beyond endurance.

He's constantly exhausted--a plus.

He's raised by two morons.

Jean showed him something, sometime.

That's why he always survives.

Older than humanity, my ass.

He's the devil, I know.

Peter Kirk must be destroyed.

Part Eleven - No Reply

SEPTEMBER, 2266

"Mom. please. Its Sam. I'm calling on my private line. Deneva is infested by some kind of parasites. Call Jim. Call Starfleet. Please, Mom--answer."

"Mom, please. ANSWER!! Aurelan and I have been infected. People are--changing. They're some kind of zombies. The animals—undergoing some form of reptilian reversion."

"I know you're there. I don't have much longer. So I'll say it. You are the WHORE that killed my real mother. Yeah, I knew."

"You broke me and almost Jimmy. But you won't break Peter."

I stop recording, and rest knowing that one of Winona's two hellspawn
is destroyed.

Part Twelve - One Comes, Like A Rock...

Late 2367, Earth

The monster cleverly played a very different game than Jimmy.

Whereas Jimmy always looked defiant, this one always looked accepting.

It was a neat trick. But I hit him no less.

A boy needs it. Peter monster needed it, even more.

But I knew his acceptance was a front, a facade.

I was just an obstacle to be endured, he thought.

He killed my doctor. Such a good, discreet, quiet man.

My one mistake was insulting Uhura, his so-called adopted 'Mother'.

I can't believe even the monster would do this to me.

Now, 'Bright Lady Jean' appears to judge me. ME!

Part Thirteen - Living Is A Lesson; When No Lesson Is Learned....

Jean uprooted my soul. She gave my body to Winona.

All for Winona; Always For Winona. That's the goddamned rule.

She says they knew about The Order. They used me.

This can't be true, else I've had no impact.

I won't fade away. I'm a wife, mother and grandmother.

I regret nothing. I did it all for my family.

Jim, would you be as strong without me? Or Peter?

I deserve to be commended, not condemned. George deserved me.

My soul is bound upward. Can you say the same?

No, Lord Ghidorah! If you consume me I'll cease to....

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This story was my least favorite part of the cycle. I hope it frightened some of you, because it flat-out disturbed me. The evil-ution of Brianna is best discussed another time. We'll see her again, but for now, her story--loathsome and selfish-- is done. I'd like some feedback, as the only thing more draining than writing this was the K vs. S fight in 'Ancient Destroyer' Chapter 19. For the immediate record, the only person I have known like Brianna was not a member of my own family, Thank God. Again, thanks go to Istannor, whose obvious loans and help made this and many other AD-stories possible and certainly more coherent.