Revenge After Death



"Stephie!" Steven anxiously called for me once he regained consciousness. He only felt relieved when he found me right beside him.

He pushed himself up and crawled over before pulling me into his embrace.

I took a deep breath and placated him softly, "I'm fine, Steven."

"Don't be afraid," Steven comforted me.

I knew that the fates of Steven and I were now resting on Michael's hands. He became our only way out alive. He was our only bargaining chip left now. I wondered if he was someone worth trusting.

If he succeeded in persuading Jimmy and managed to meet Genome Society's mastermind, he might be able to work with the police to barge into this place.

We might still have a chance of surviving if that was the case. Otherwise, Steven and I would only be met with our demise.

"Are you awake?" The door to the room opened, and Sarah walked in. She was holding a fruit platter and some freshly made waffles with jam.

Like a gentle mother, she smiled and said, "I made this jam myself. Come and have a taste."

I looked at Sarah warily. "Just tell us what you want. Why bother putting on an act?"

She smiled before shaking her head. "There's no rush. The two of you haven't had a peaceful day up until today. As your elder, I shouldn't push you too hard."

After her pretentious words, she then spread the jam on the waffles. "This is the jam I made with the cherries from that cherry tree."

My chest tightened as I stared at her warily.

The cherry tree in the alley was the secret code between Ms. Ewing and me. My parents planted that cherry tree themselves.

"As expected, Ms. Ewing is on your side." I chuckled sardonically, unsurprised by the revelation.

Since Ms. Ewing had once taken care of Sarah in the mountaintop villa, it made sense that she was one of her people.

"Angel? Not only her, your parents were on my side as well." Sarah smiled and continued, "You're my clone subject who's closer to me than my own children. In a way, you are me, and I am you.

"I used your mother's body to bring you to this world. I'm your original subject and your god." She placed the fork onto the plate and looked at me condescendingly.

"I'm the one who created you, Stephanie. You're neither a product of nature nor a creation of god. The one who created you is me." Sarah seemed proud of it, believing that the original subject should reign over their clone subjects.

"So what? Should I be submitting to you, then?" I chuckled coldly.

Sarah shook her head. "I'm just curious. How could my clone subject, who was created out of my genes, have an independent soul? There should only be one soul for the same body. Why have you defied the laws of nature?"

She was curious how I could live independently without being affected by the original subject.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

All clone subjects couldn't live long as they weren't products of nature. As such, they would start to self-destruct once they reached a certain age.

It happened to Stephany Larson, the earlier Stephanie Carlson, and also Una. No clone subjects were exempted from such fate.

As for me, I was "reincarnated" into this current body as an independent soul after dying several times.

In a way, clone subjects had no souls-they were merely vessels. As such, the reincarnation data showed that it was possible for souls and memories to be transferred into clone subjects.

From the genetic code, we knew that the most important medium for reincarnations was a clone subject with the same genes. One had to first create a soulless vessel before transferring the soul into it.

But for some reason, Sarah's clone subject ended up with an independent soul-which was me.

"Steven, once this body possesses an independent soul, can my soul still reincarnate into her body?" Sarah asked curiously.

"You can't," Steven replied in a low voice. "Her soul has already locked onto the gene chain of this body. Other souls can't reincarnate into an owned body."

Sarah nodded in understanding. "Such a good explanation. I get it now."

Steven warily stared at her.

"I can't allow a second me to be in this world." Sarah chuckled before continuing, "That's because even I fear myself."