Curse of the Necromancer

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      “Somehow 10 hours passed quickly…” a shadow yawned as she walked across the New York roof, looking at everything. “Yes,” she held out and smirked. — “I haven’t been here for a long time… I wonder how Amly is doing? Heaven thinks I’m dead…” — the corners of lips involuntarily stretched upwards. “How I want to see her face when she realizes it didn’t happen…       “Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” A familiar voice rang out in disgust.       “Scarlett…” — a shadow rapped out through clenched teeth. — “How did you… ahem… get here?”       “Hmm, by plane.” — said the girl, dressed in a red and black suit, with an iron mask on her face. “You can be seen, too, probably the same plane?”       “Hmm… Maybe…” — the shadow warned. — “And why are you so nice to me are you talking? "       “Hah,” the leader of the clan Rose jumped off the overstatement. — “Yes, so, no one else… You probably already know what’s going on?”       “So I’m trying to figure out why the hell are you here? What, were you waiting for me?”       “Well, maybe just a little,” the girl showed her words with a gesture and swayed a little, but stood on her feet, heading for the shadow. — “I haven’t seen you for a long time… Ik!”       “Um…” — the shadow looked at the familiar one and only now it dawned on her that she was barely standing on her feet because she was drunk. From a distance it was not so much noticeable… — “How long have you been Thumping like that?” The silhouette’s voice was clearly astonished.       “You would know how much I hate you!” — Scarlett blurted out sharply and jabbed her finger in the shadows directly in the chest. — “You…!!!”       “Whoa-whoa…” — barely holding back a laugh, the dark one pushed Scarlett away from her. — “It’s easier for you… Well, a fume from you… Fu…”       “I hate you!” — a blade appeared in the hands of a human girl, which she deliberately wanted to plunge into the shadow that tripled in her eyes, because of which she missed without even touching her. — “Die!”       “Pf-f-f!” — covered her mouth with her hand in a girl in a raincoat, holding back her laughter. — “Okay, okay… Then I will go and consider this for the fact that I 'died'? Okay?” — went in a cloak towards the house, dodging an angry drunk person.       “To stand!” — Almost like a dog, Scarlett rushed at her, but to no avail. We can say that the shadow took advantage of her condition and just left. “For you…” — in annoyance, sitting on her knees on the cold concrete, said the girl.       “What the hell? Why is she drunk in drooling here, and without the rest of her subordinates? ” — flashed through head. “Something obviously happened while I was not here… Hmm, maybe she wanted to say something important, but I left? Damn, no, I’m not going back. Oh, the light is visible! I am at home… I am… at home… ”- a pleasant sensation in my chest, and now she glanced in the window. Everyone is sitting in the kitchen, some kind of tense… 4 more unfamiliar mutants who are covering someone 5 with a big sword and something familiar skin color. “It is clear, they met someone in my absence…” — but then everything became like in slow motion: she herself enters the kitchen and sits down next to Oliver?! In her mind she had a plan for a pleasant surprise when she would appear and declare that she was not dead, but…       “Is this bitch here…” — all bliss disappeared in a moment, and inside boiled with anger. —       “That’s the same… Rubbish! She threw me off, and now she is replacing me?! Has she already taken root in my role?!”       Disappointment and a surge of anger, a sharp blow against a tree. The window is closed from the inside and you won’t be able to climb in, breaking it is a disgusting idea. It remains only to go around the house and find an open window. “Even if it is a 30×20 window, I will still crawl through and kick her ass so that she does not sit down and lie down! He will sleep in the air!” — thoughts were boiling in my head and my pulse quickened. A displeased growl and now a shadow is already under the open balcony of someone’s room. A couple of jumps and kicks against a tree and a shadow in a black cloak stood on the balcony. After examining it, she came to the conclusion: this is her room, equipped with her double, who tried his best to imitate her style.       “What is this…” — she looked around the room, assessing the interior and “efforts”. — “Where are my posters?! Yes… we need to rearrange…” — but she had to admit that everything around was not badly arranged and matched. “But that won’t save your ass, bitch.” - the gaze involuntarily riveted to the table, on which there were some drawings. Entering the room from the balcony, pulling back the curtains, the first thing the shadow checked for the presence of the “mistress” of the room, and after making sure that she was not there, went to the table and began to examine the drawings.       “Hmm, I draw better,” — she went through a couple of pieces and came across images that were gloomy in dark indistinct colors.       “This bitch’s fantasy is clearly crazy…” — the eyebrows involuntarily crept up from what he saw on the paper: some guy squeezed Lara in the corner, raising his hands above her head. And the guy looks like one of those whom she saw in the kitchen.       “So they have known each other for a long time.” — she made a conclusion and has already put aside this drawing, but suddenly she was pricked and she grabbed it, looking at it with great animation and, it seems, in a panic. “The colors are dark, the angle… the pose… sexy…” — a whirlpool of ripped thoughts rose in my head, and then full awareness came.       “Stop… If they know each other and fucked, and she draws such “paintings”, and… she was me, then…” — the real Larota began to reason and these reasoning shocked her. — “This guy thinks that she is me?! Shell in my mouth! (feet in my mouth!) What will happen when he finds out everything?!” — Larota swept her eyes across the table and threw the drawing where on further, and then rubbed her temples, sighing heavily, and then… collapsed to the floor.       A vase of blood fell beside her. The impostor in the body of the real Lara sat down on the floor from the shock that she saw the real Larota in the room.       “Your turtle…” — she looked at the body of the stunned girl and trembled. — “Why now?!” — Breathing out of breath, covered with panic. My heart is pounding so that it is ready to literally jump out of my chest, my arms and legs are already numb from the cold. — “So… I finish, what I started. Then problems.” — pulling herself together, the impostor took Larota’s body and dragged her onto the bed, tied her hands and tied her to the headboard.       “Damn, how heavy it is… I have time to do everything before she wakes up…” — she tried to convince herself of this, but it turned out badly. — “But why today?! I hate!” — she stood up and examined the body from the side. — “Okay, to hell with her, this fucking Jakana is important now.” — the fake Larota took some kind of box from the cabinet and pulled out a silver dagger.       The fake took a deep breath and hid the weapon in her best outfit, and once again looked at the immobilized body.       “Yes… In this form, she is stronger…” — the impostor swallowed, looking at the long tail with scales, peeking out from under the black cloak; so long that half of it lay on the floor, hanging from the bed, not to mention the main difference: the real Larota did not have a shell. Cold sweat beaded on the impostor’s skin.       “We need to do everything faster.” — a bad feeling, a loud knock in the chest, quick actions and the second Lara left the room, closing it tightly. Trembling with fear of exposure and punishment for what he had done penetrated to the bone. Unable to bear it, her legs gave way and she slid down the wall, crouching on the floor, barely breathing and processing information, while booms and muttering came from the kitchen.       “How did I even get to her head?” — the stranger put her hands to the hot neck, inhaling convulsively. — “Damn… I… her… height… I can hardly accept in the moonlight, and she turns out to be even bigger!” — the whole body shuddered from the picture that stood before his eyes, as Lara twists her neck the impostor. — “No, no, no. I need to get my ass up and act faster.” — Exhaling heavily, the stranger got up leaning on the wall, focusing her thoughts on those who were in the laboratory.       Walking past the rooms and smoothly going down the stairs, the fake examined every centimeter of the house. Last time. After all, she has to escape from here, and as soon as possible. Approaching quietly to the laboratory, she began to listen to the conversation and gently leaned against the barely open door, until she looked into it.       “Dariyasa-san, did you notice that too?” — Jack’s voice trembled a little in amazement.       “Not that I noticed…” — the woman slowly looked behind the shell of a young turtle, stopping him at the door. — “A mother always recognizes her children and will feel. Lara, why are you hiding there?” — Dariyasa quickly glanced at Jack to change his emotions. The guy immediately understood the meaning of the penultimate phrase and what this sharp look meant.       The impostor was already startled by this and was taken aback for a couple of seconds.       “Hey, Larisha, you know that eavesdropping is not good,” Jack turned and folded his arms, smiling and looking at the door, waiting for the girl’s reaction. “If she gets angry, then I hit my head — I don’t know Lara, if she doesn’t react… Then what is this disgusting bitch who pretends to be Dynamite*?”. The door creaked and a girl appeared in the aisle with an absurd smile.       “Well, it’s just that everything is boiling in the kitchen now, in the laboratory you just can’t hear how, so I decided to call you to join.”       Dariyasa smiled and pretended to nod her head at Jack.       “Yes? And in my opinion you wanted to talk to Jack, because you haven’t seen each other for a long time,” she looked at him, or rather in his eyes, where there was cold (towards the stranger) and suppressed anger.       “How dare you…”       “Well, that too, Mom,” the stranger laughed and pretended to be serious. — “Well, actually… yes… I would like to talk to Jack.” — She looked up at him and put her hands on her hips.       “To pretend to her?!”       “I would also like to talk to you, because I haven’t seen you since that accident.” — Jack chuckled, looking at the girl and patted her head a little, trying to make this gesture as friendly as possible. “Can you leave us for a while, Dariyasa-san? At the same time, you will find out what is there in the kitchen, suddenly Orimura-sensei is already satisfied with stabbing there,” he laughed and then pursed his lips, noticing the woman’s gaze.       “You are not the Lara I know!”       “Eh you, Orimura is much calmer than you think, lad.” — Warmly smiling turtle looked at 'Lara' and Jack. — “I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen in 10 minutes. In the end, our environment is not very pleasant, so you don’t talk too long.” — With severity frowned eyebrows, looking at the young turtles and went to the exit, closing the door. There was a pause.       “Well, hello, closer, insolent,” — the stranger smiled and leaned a little on the table, looking at Jack. — “I still wanted to ask, where did you get the bruises? Ever since the moment Ven and I came running to you.”       “I don’t know where,” the guy looked at his hands, smiling. — “They appeared in a strange way.” — the turtles looked at the various koblok with the inscriptions of the reagents.       “I will expose you. You will answer for all lies and pretense.” — the last thought woke up in his head, before he saw a specific plan of action in front of him.       “Jack, you said you were his son… and…”       “Let’s not talk about it, I don’t want you to run away again,” — he smiled as warmly as possible and nodded at the cones. — “Maybe we can fool around a little with reagents as before?”       “So then Talena would come to our souls at night?” — the stranger laughed, crossing her arms. — “Well, I do not.”       “Okay, then I’ll do something here myself,” — he turned to the stranger with a shell, taking a couple of cones and jars.       “Crazy?!”       “Well, I’ll just a little bit,” I heard a laugh from the neg and the sound of an overflowing liquid.       “Is he kidding me?! Seriously?! Turned on me his shell?! Either too dumb or too smart.       Damn… but I’m inclined to the second, because I can’t pierce his shell with a knife, he will quickly put me on the floor…” - the impostor frowned and decided to look at what he was doing there, at the same time taking out a wrapped dagger from his belt. She looked at his huge shell and those rough ribbed patterns, and then smoothly turned her gaze to his strong arms. “Wow, but he looks powerful and imperious, and… so stop! Kill! Kill! Kill! What are you up to, you brute?!”       “What are you doing, chemist?”       “Now-now,” — he pushed her a little, covering what he was doing, pulling a friendly mask over his face, as if glad.       “What now? you will brush off Talena yourself! And anyway, they gave us just something…”       “I imagined it! Stop not following my plan, damn it!”       “Turn off the light!” — He turned his head sharply, holding the flask in his hand, next to which was a stranger.       “What?” — the fake was taken aback and stared at him.       “What… This is in the sense… Be afraid of your desires, because they tend to come true???”       “Come on, Lar, turn off the light,” he smiled and shook the flask a little, looking into her eyes. — “Ou-oo-oo-oo-oo?”       “Yes… I’ll turn it off… I hope it doesn’t explode.” — the girl turned her back to him and walked over to the switch. The guy changed his face for a moment and put his other hand on the table, next to a pile of papers, a glass of sulfuric acid, on which he wrote this formula (sulfuric acid) with a marker.       Click. The light turned off.       “Do you remember when we were teenagers dabbled in all sorts of bullshit?” — the liquid in the flask lit up with a blue-green color, illuminating the guy’s hand, barely his face and his maroon eyes. — “And they bought specially sticks to break them and pour out the liquid from there? And I learned how to make it,” — he smiled, looking at the girl. She blinked her eyes and put on a smile.       “Yes, I remember this stupidity,” — a quiet chuckle and she covered her face with her hand, trying to control her facial expressions. “Lord, we must act faster.” — It was fun to glow in the dark.       “Exactly,” — a malicious smile blossomed on his face, and Jack poured a little liquid on his hand, and squeezing it a couple of times, stroked the surprised girl’s cheeks, making her a glowing war color. — “Do you want to plunge into childhood a little?” — he smeared his eyes and made a “smile” from ear to ear. Fake Larota raised her head at this “Joker” and raised her eyebrows, raising them. — “What?” Jack threw up his hands. — “We haven’t seen each other for a long time, but now it’s such a wonderful moment.”       “Oh, brainchild,” the stranger shook her head and put her hands on her hips, making a pause. She crossed her arms with a chuckle, looking up at him. Jack, at that moment, looked away, and then exhaled and, as if at the snap of his fingers, his appearance changed. The look was serious, calm and penetrating, and the body was relaxed.       “Well, in general,” — he abruptly took the girl by the waist and turned her shell to the table, pressing her. — “to hell with this circus. I want to plunge into something else…”              A strange tension in the air. Fast and frightened thoughts only rushed about in my head: “W-what? What is he doing??? What does he want to do? In what sense is “something else”? What were they doing there with Lara??? Are the memories that have been passed on not enough? What does he want to do?” The girl rested her hands on the table.       “D-Jack? What are you doing…”       To these words, the guy only rested his hands on the wall, finding himself face very close to the lips of the girl, who instantly turned red like her mask, and reflexively climbed onto the table with her fifth point, moving further and further from the guy. But the truth is there is a limit to everything. Realizing that there was nowhere to go further, the fake rested her knee on the chest of the guy who wanted to snuggle closer to her.       “Well, what are you doing, Larry?” — he put his hand on her knee on his chest, gently and gently stroking and leaving luminous prints and smudges of excess liquid, looking at the girl with a soft look, in which somewhere very deeply gambling lights burned. — “I understand that you are surprised that I am the son of the enemy, but… I really will not offend you,” — he smoothly pulled his hand from the wall and lowered it onto the table, getting a little closer to the fake Lara, who was now arriving in, gently speaking, shocked. This was clearly not part of the plan. She looked at the guy with embarrassment, trying to control her expression so that he would not think that he had caught her by surprise, but in fact he was trying to achieve this. Jack was all burning with pleasure inside when he looked at his fake girlfriend, he was especially amused by her reaction to his acting talents.       “Lara~,” — but there was something completely different on his face than on the inside. He made a loving calm look and his molestation was sure that they had previously been a couple with the real Larota and his behavior was the norm. — “I really didn’t think it would turn out like this…” — the guy’s eyes filled with despair. — “I really won’t hurt you…” — his lips barely touched the girl’s knee. — “I miss you so much…” — he smoothly took her leg and pulled it away from his chest, leaving a fingerprint on her skin that now his thighs were between her legs, noting to himself that it was rather strange why she does not resist, for he expected something else. He finally looked up at her luminous face.       “What’s happened? Have you really changed your mind about your actions?” — the thought in the guy’s head called and he rested his two hands on the table, on both sides of her waist, looking into the eyes of a stranger. “Why do I feel like she’s about to scream HELP!?”       The fake really had such a desire, because morally she was not ready for such a turn. “How so? Why such an important moment that they met and, it seems, fucked, was not conveyed to me?! I read it right then! NO! I’m not mentally ready for sex… HELP!”       “Larry…” — the guy’s breath burned the skin, and this luminous face, like the protagonist from “The Nightmare Before Christmas”, the girl is unlikely to forget. But that this, that that name is Jack. Coincidence? Perhaps, but who knows what is in Dzhakan’s head, maybe he deliberately chose just such a make-up. — “I missed so much…” — he exhaled languidly in her ear, that a current went through the entire female body, and then his teeth gently dug into her neck, leaving their barely noticeable marks. She yelped and rested her hands on his chest, eyes wide and, as luck would have it, slipping down, her crotch resting right on his thighs. — “I missed you so much…” — his lips softly, ticklingly touched the thin skin on her collarbones, leaving glowing kisses.       The girl shuddered and all the chills came together in one place. The bite marks burned and throbbed a little, she could not move, looking at the damn ceiling. “Something needs to be done… but the devil… how so… what should I do?!” — her thoughts rushed about and then she began to look with her eyes for at least something with which to hit the guy and fidget.       “Jack, stop.” — She squeaked and rested her hands on his chest and shoulder. — “Jack…” — the girl was barely breathing and then it dawned on her. — “I have my period… leave me alone!” — She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes. — “You could at least ask before you climb to me!”       Jakana is no longer a stupid little boy, so he was clicked, or more precisely, like a stone hit in the head. It seems that now he is caught by surprise, because he did not think about it. “Fucking bitch.” — involuntarily, coldly and discontentedly flashed through he head, but another scenario of actions immediately surfaced. “Well, you’d better be silent, impostor.” — the guy stood on his elbows and looked at her face. “Damn… just like Lara… Damn… Dynamite, forgive me…”. He already wanted to expose the girl, if not for this statement. And now, his desire to have fun got the better of him finally.       “Um, well, as it were, so we already had other sex…” — he rubbed the back of his head and looked down at her. This face was beautiful and excited the guy’s self-satisfaction from side to side, like the waves of a ship: she turned pale, dumb horror in her eyes, surprise. It seems that her thoughts are completely confused and confused, and a little more and she really screams: “HELP!” — “Have you forgotten, baby?”       “Ha…?” — a ridiculous crooked smile and nervous swallowing. — “But we haven’t had it for so long… It will hurt me…”       “What a pitiful attempt… Oh, now I know for sure that you are not Lara. Your fear smells differently…” — he laughed in the hearts of the turtles, but outside he kept his role. “Well, I took it prudently,” — he dipped his hand into the luminous liquid that poured out of the flask, which he put on the table, even when he pulled the girl to him. — “This liquid can be used as a lubricant, or did you think I just asked you to turn off the lights?” — a malevolent smile appeared on his glowing face. The girl immediately came up with the look of what he had said.       “What a pervert!!! To fuck in the ass, and then shone like a fucking sun?! Generally crazy!!!” — the girl blushed and cracked his chest with her fist. “Did I get caught in his trap from the very beginning?!”       “Pervert! How did you come up with such a thing, crazy!” — the fake squeaked and began to push the guy away from herself, looking for at least something with her hand that could be thrown at him, and it turned out to be a crumpled piece of paper that flew into his forehead. The girl completely forgot about this silver dagger in her belt. Jack lost the rest of his composure and laughed, throwing his head back. At first, his laugh was ordinary and somehow mischievous, but it began to develop into not the most unkind and even somewhat malicious. A sharp slap with both hands on the table and the girl froze, looking at the guy, who, in her opinion, fell into some kind of madness. He instantly froze and fell silent, bowing his head.       “I had a lot of fun,” — his voice became rougher and he raised his head, looking at the girl with a piercing gaze, and the red color of his eyes added a certain severity, from which a chill passed down the spine. He tilted his head to the side, grunted disgustingly. — “Now answer — who are you?”       Such an unexpected change in mood made the impostor turn slightly sideways to make it easier to look for the dagger in his belt.       “What are you talking about, Jack?”       “You’d better tell me who you are.” — The corners of his lips dipped downward, and his cheekbones were tightly clenched, as if his teeth were now gnashing.       “I’m Lara, Jack.” — Exhaling the girl said, keeping calm and trying to look into his eyes. — “What makes you think that I am not me?”       “Do you want, what I to list the whole list, quirky bitch?” — His biceps tensed noticeably, and wreaths appeared on his neck. — “Okay, let’s start with the ass itself, that you didn’t notice the sulfuric acid under your nose, which you could protect. This is one of the few things that Lara knows perfectly well from chemistry, and can distinguish and do in any form. And even more so the formula written and turned straight to you.” — he said this with growing irony and anger. — “Secondly, if you are the real Lara, then you…!”       Finally, the stranger unwound the dagger from the belt and waved it, forcing the guy to pull back. A drop of blood from a thin scratch on his cheek. Seizing the moment, the girl jumped on him, wanting to cut his throat, but he grabbed her hand and threw her at the door, throwing her over him.       Bolt. The girl hit her shoulder and back hard and hissed, got up, immediately looked into the dark laboratory, where strong hands and the face of a skull shone with a big smile, which was advancing on her. Cursing himself for the rashness and thoughtlessness of his actions, the impostor got to his feet and ran away from Jack.       “Damn impostor! Where is the real Lara?!” — The guy’s voice echoed through the walls of the laboratory before he ran after the girl.       “A?” — Hearing the roar, Venus looked back into the hall. — “What’s that noise…”       ”…impostor!” — there was an echo and Orimura recoiled with a shell from table.       “What’s wrong with them? What kind of 'impostor'?” Tally peered out of the kitchen in confusion. — “What have you tripled there?”       “What you mean…” — Emly turned pale and froze, barely breathing. — “The real Lara?” — her eyes narrowed and her eyes now reflected internal instability, as if this indestructible optimism had cracked.       “He’s totally fucked up,” Oliver frowned, remembering that the older sister was with Jack, whose smell he didn’t like at all. — “How dare you call her an impostor? What did he breathe in there in the laboratory?”       “Be quiet.” — Orimura exhaled heavily, rapping it through his teeth that the children flinched, looking at their father in surprise. He looked tense and dark like never before. And after a short pause, when footsteps from running were heard not far from the kitchen, and heavy, from which the floor creaked, Orimura clenched his jaw, throwing away thoughts of the future. — “To catch Larota.”       “What?!” — all went numb, hatching at the foreman. And the run, with Jack’s growl and stranger’s cries, was heard closer and closer.       “Now!” — the senior swordsman barked so that, it seemed, everything around jumped…       Everything happened very quickly, and in the eyes of the instigator herself many times faster. Someone knocked her down, falling. She slid her face across the floor and the first layer rubbed off, revealing half of her true face, but the skin immediately began to grow back, creating the illusion of Larota.       To say that everyone was horrified and shocked, except for her parents and Jack when she turned her head, looking at everyone, trying to get up, no matter how to say anything. This especially hit the confidence of Raf, who, as it turned out, did not even sympathize with Larota, but some incomprehensible left girl! No less surprised by Emly’s reaction to the manifestation of the true essence of the “sister”. The impostor growled and chanted a short spell that knocked the majority to the sides and back.       “How dare you…” — tears fell from the eyes of the youngest and the windows suddenly opened with a powerful gust of wind. — “to replace Lara… When?” — Emly looked blankly at the stranger, who rose to her feet, angrily looking at everyone and rubbing her cheek. Like a cornered beast, she grabbed the weapon and ran her eyes over each, stepping back.       “Yes…” the fake hissed, snorting in displeasure. — “Not so I imagined everything…”       “WHEN?!” — Emly blurted out sharply, breaking into a scream, waving her arms, creating powerful gusts of wind that threw a couple of vases into the walls and knocked others off their feet. — “When did you replace Lara?”       “Why is this so worried about you?”       “Answer.” — the heavy breathing of the younger girl and this insane spark in the eyes, seriously strained the older ones. — “When did you replace Lara?!”       “Emly…?” — her relatives did not recognize her. What was she hiding all this time?       “Hs,” — the fake frowned and contemptuously look at the younger, holding the weapon at the ready. — “At that very moment…” — Emoli’s heartbeat became more frequent, and her skin turned pale.       “Just don’t say it…” Amly begged in her thoughts.       “When from there,” — the impostor pointed up with a finger, and smoothly moved it down, while mute horror appeared on De-Milo’s faces. — “We have moved here.”       “You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying! It can’t be that Lara is dead!” — the memories of how Lara dragged everyone to the portal from the dimension of monsters and pushed Emly into it, pausing to prevent the infernal creatures from entering the earthly world, now haunted her, especially that on that day, not her sister fell out of the portal! That is possibly she still in that dimension, or she it really dead? Or is she alive?       “I don’t need to lie, especially in this position…” — the fake one hissed and took a couple of steps back to the stairs. — “She died at that very moment, did not survive the transition, I changed her, what is wrong? Was it bad with me?”       “You are disgusting! How dare you!” — these blue cute eyes turned gray, angry, burning with resentment. — “I hate you!” — blue-eyed De Milo could not find other words to explain how treacherous she felt, what deception and revealed lies.       “Emly!” — Venus abruptly, not paying attention to the sharp gusts of wind that smashed furniture and dropped everything, tried to grab the youngest, who was clearly not herself now.       “I will not forgive you!”       “I don’t need neither yours, nor theirs, nor yours,” — she glanced at the guys, — “forgiveness, I had a different mission.” — the impostor was unshakable, despite this hurricane. Looking at the younger one, as at the enemy of the people, she put her weapon forward, showing that even if she attacked, she would not stand it anyway. From this look, Emly’s wounds inflicted under the Necromancer ached and she could not stand it. The wind died down and the blue-eyed fell into the hands of Venus, crying.       “You are terrible…” — at one point she wanted to run. Just run away from it all. In order not to see anyone, not to hear and communicate with everyone that happened — a stupid son. “Disgusting…” — but reality hit on the head, forcing to perceive the truth in the eye.       “Which you failed miserably.” — Jack gazed intently at the stranger and noticed a tall figure in a raincoat coming down the stairs behind her. At first he thought it was Dariyasa, but… when she quietly went down and stopped on the fifth step from the floor, almost breathing down the back of the impostor’s head, he realized that this was far from the girls' mother.       “Yes, I didn’t expect you to be such a freak.” — She growled and took a step up the step, coming closer to the real Larote, who looked down at her and leaned slightly to the side to examine her face.       Orimura was too worried about the behavior of the youngest, which simply shocked him, and when he looked up quickly, in the first seconds he did not realize that his second eldest daughter was standing behind the imposter, until he turned his gaze to his wife, who was sitting next to Emly… When he clicked, he asked without hesitation:       “Your name, at last?”       “In what sense is this “last”?” — another step one step higher and the impostor leaned her shell against the mutant from behind. Her eyes widened and she was numb, realizing who was behind her. “I did not have time… This is the end… And even the poison is to drink like…”       “Hello-o-o,” — a hot five-fingered hand with sharp claws lay on her shoulder, slowly fingering fingers and deliberately poking the skin with the tip of his nails. — “Haven’t seen you for a long time, reptile.” — the hood fell, revealing the face of the real Lara, who was in the second form. Several pairs of horns, scales on the entire neck, rising up straight to the cheeks, from the throat to the heart goes down a “hearth”, which barely glows and pulsates orange, yellow burning eyes and black whites of the eyes. Indeed, a fiend from hell stood behind, as in the memories of the guys, only there were significant differences in eyes, horns, voice and height. — “It’s time to give back what you took from me.”       The fake did not even breathe for these couple of seconds, slowly shifting her gaze to this hand, and then to the throbbing neck. “This is a complete failure…”       At that moment, Jack leaned against the wall and helped Oliver to get up, who was carried back to the kitchen by a spell, and looked up when he saw two Lara. The brother still could not accept that one of them was a stranger, who had been with them in the family for almost three years. And when he saw two, and even in different forms of bodies, he thought that one was divided into two different ones and simply lost the gift of speech. Jack, seeing this, made a small conclusion, which sounded more like a death sentence, for he also did not expect the real Lara to be here now.       “VTF? This is not how I imagined the apocalypse…”       “Indeed…” — concluded Oliver.       “Well, let’s get started.” — Lara snorted with displeasure, not wanting to hesitate any longer and grabbed the fake by the neck, pulling it to her. — “Since you don’t want to say your name.”       “Not!” — croaked the impostor and began to rest her hands on the shoulders of the real one, before she pulled her to her, kissing her on the lips.       There was a grave silence among those who were in the room and conscious, and only the hums of the imposter barely interrupted her.       At this moment, the fiend seemed to be sucking its own kind from the fake. Starting from the feet of the impostor, streams of dust (skin) stretched to the head, transmitted to the real Larote through a kiss, thereby revealing a real view of a stranger, and returning Lara to her original one. Larota became smaller in stature, her horns and scales disappeared, as well as her tail, her shell appeared. The fake, on the other hand, began to slowly lose consciousness and resist less and less. Her shell, on the contrary, became a long tail, her height is slightly less than Lara’s, long curly dark hair appeared instead of a scarlet bandana.       “Huh,” Orimura was the first to break the silence, closing his eyes, grinning. — “It is clear what kind of spell.” — while the others walked away from another shock, Orimura shook the completely drooping and desperate Emoli, who had missed the most interesting.       “Ha,” Lara breathed out, letting go of the neck of the lizard, which was already unconscious and simply collapsed to the floor. Lara began to swallow air and examine her body. — “Wow, but the second form takes its toll…”

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