Nebel as he was walking along his third lengthy path after leaving the laboratory, where he had appeared only a few hours before, he decided to look through the functions of his display. There were a few normal functions but as far as he could see it was pretty much empty.

There was the calculator that he had used a little while ago and the watch function but why were there two watch functions? He opens the second one and after a moment sees the words real time and below it the digits 8:32 am.

He was late and he can’t be late. “Crap, crap crap…” he racks his brain for the log off command “THIAF!” he shouts.

Nebel jumps straight out of his bed, and looks out his door and across the hall. Inside her room his step sister is still fast asleep with her long red streaked brown hair all over the place and her legs pulled up to her chest.

“Ahh, good saved by her laziness.” Nebel silently walks out his door and down the hall into the kitchen.

It was his job to make sure she went to school but it was also his job to make sure she was happy, the second job wasn’t given to him by his parents or a counseler or shrink. In fact he partial made it himself.

A few minutes later with a loud yawn a few crashes and the sound of cloth dragging over the floor his sister Bö walks into the kitchen with bleary eyes and her over long night dress dragging on the ground.

“Morning Oni-chan.” She says in a tired voice, obviously wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.

“Cut the act they’ve already left.” Nebel says to Bö who immediately takes out a ancient smart phone and hits a few buttons, after a moment she smiles “Morning Peon, where’s my breakfast and why wasn’t it beside my bed?”

Nebel cringes but then quickly picks her up and places her on her favorite seat, which is also a mafia don’s favorite seat back to the wall and entrances in front, he then goes back over to the kitchen counter and puts her bread, eggs and bacon on her plate before placing it in front of her with a single fork.

Bö puts everything onto her toast with the fork another piece of toast on top and then starts eating it all as a sandwich. “Is everything to your liking?” Nebel asks her.

Bö puts down her sandwich and signs “Come on Nebel my beloved mist, stand up to me. You were so much more interesting when you thought I was only a little girl.”

She goes back to her sandwich with gusto for a moment before continuing “You just had to be the good big brother and follow me to school didn’t you? If you hadn’t seen my smacking him around would this have turned out better?”

She looks out the window and sighs “Damn… its sunny…” Bö gets off of her chair and starts walking towards the hall. “Change your attitude back or I’ll scrap the project.” Bö disappears into the hall before nebel can say anything.

Bö was adopted when she was only five years old and for the first five years she was such a cute little sister, they would take her to parks, fairs and shows she loved all of them in the pure and innocent way of a little girl and he really loved her as his little sister.

But just about a year ago when their mother started letting Bö walk to school alone, Nebel decided to shadow her for a few days to make sure she was street wise enough. On the first day nothing happened and she seemed her normal self and was happily hopping along on her way to school properly stopping for the street lights and checking both ways before crossing the street.

The second day was the same as well as the third but on the fourth something different happened. A black unmarked van stopped a little in front of her and a few figure could be seen getting out. Nebel dashed from his hiding spot and over to her side of the road to see better and what he saw next scared him more than anything he had witnessed before.

Bö screamed as the men grabbed her and put a strange cap on her head but only for a moment before she went completely limp. Before Nebel could run out and use his taser on them, Bö got to her feet shook off the arms of the men holding her before pulling out the knives both of them had sheathed on their waists.

Bö then stabbed both of them in the crotch and twisted before letting go of the knives. Nebel was shooked into a stunned silence he couldn’t even think, Bö had never even yelled at anyone let alone hit someone and Bö stabbing someone wasn’t even imaginable.

But Bö wasn’t done, she had stepped forwards and was pulling something out of the van, it was a man who was obviously letting her pull him and he didn’t seem to even mind the treatment or the two men withering on the ground to either side “YOU IDIOT!!! DUMBASS, RETARD, MENTAL PATIENT.” Bö started screaming insults at the man while hitting him.

“HOW DARE YOU.” Bö pulled one of knives out of man on the right and takes something off of his face before slicing his face numerous times. After a minute Bö stopped attacking the man and let him drop to the ground. She stood there panting from exertion before pulling out her phone and dialing a number.

After finishing her call Bö turned to pick up her school bag and looked straight into Nebel’s eyes, her face covered in blood, the strange cap still on her head and a face full of rage that slowly turned into horror. The man with his face all cut up, slowly got to his feet and Nebel got a better look at the tall cloaked man as he bent down to pick up his mask that Bö had ripped off his face. It was the maker.

It took days before Nebel could even look at Bö’s face and weeks before he let her tell him her story. It turned out Bö was the immortal… the story goes that well over a hundred and fifty years before, Bö was born, raised and became an business person and slowly built a financial empire and when she died her empire was passed onto her next of kin

????Herself????

Before the death of her first body, completely ignoring the people opposed to these methods and all international treaties as well Bö cloned herself a good fifteen years before and using a brain transplant, a technique perfected in the 1990’s along with stem cell and nerve repair research she had funded herself she moved into her new body with her brain overhauled to perfection and dumped the old one with a fake heart attack, which apparently ran in her family, the real ones at least and faked the autopsy.

After that she spent that life taking over the financial world, then the politically one before finally setting up her mouth piece the maker who was actually her great grandson and fading into the background for experiments and pretty much a fifty year vacation.

Just five years ago she got bored of her last body, she no longer had to change bodies, science had evolved quite a bit in the time she spent taking over the world and even though no one knew that dictator was still alive her make changed the world. It was very easy for her to maintain a body forever but apparently immortality can get boring so she liked to spice it up.

Her latest change was apparently locking away her memories thus liberating her true personality and recreating her childhood so you can imagine how pissed she was when her flunkies awakened her memories and ruined all her planning to make a true second childhood complete with a family that didn’t know and that were her great-great-grand children and their son and the full remodeling of a town to be the modern equivalent of her hometown.

Nebel was amazed that someone would go to such lengths… for anything actually. About two months later Bö had most of her memories locked once more but apparently there is a complication in the procedure that stops you from locking memories of either the last ten years or the first ten years of your life. Making it impossible to fix his memories, or all of hers.

When Bö found out she got even angrier than the time when they woke her and even though Nebel didn’t see her do it, it was reported that The Maker fell down a flight of stairs and broke all his limbs and most of his ribs.

The project was Bö referring to the whole town, apparently if it all went wrong she was going to erase the memories of this second childhood and blow up the fake hometown with everyone including the maker locked in of course she would be long gone.