By a Dark Deed this Day, I send Thee Away.

Writing exams now. Don't know whether I hate it or love it. Hate it, because I need to study (and I don't like doing that). Love it because I have sooo much free time (I don't have to be at school when not writing an exam).

I've roughly 2 fifths way through all of the exams in total. Jubilations.

She stood up, looking around at the field. She remembered when it was once white with snow. Now, it was grey, desolate. Broken buildings jabbed ferociously at the skies above.
Freya walked towards the old husk of a building standing at the end of a walk-way of dead fir trees. Freya remembered the building very well. She had lived there for a short portion of her life.
Out of common-courtesy, or out of the madness of being alone for so long, she knocked on the door patiently.
After not receiving a reply, she carefully pushed the door open. She gasped as it fell off its hinges from decay.
She looked around the 'Front-Office' that Miss Harkin had once fondly called it. The desk was still there, almost untouched by the mass of nuclear missiles that had ignited the area two years ago. She was immune to the radiation.
She went to what was once her room. She smiled fondly, remembering the times she had with past friends.
She walked out the room and into another that had been always been locked by the foster-home's mistress. It, too, fell off from its hinges when she pushed on it gently.
Through the door was a flight of stairs that lead downwards into a dark, forboding, nothingness. She wondered if there was electricity to the building even?
She took out a Zippo light from her pocket, lit it and adjusted her glasses, before walking down the concrete stairs slowly. She heard a soft whirring noise of fans in the room. Hoping against all hope, she felt around for a light-switch.
Her heart skipped a beat when she found one, and switched it on. Lights came on, revealing a room with large server machines. She pocketed her Zippo, and walked up to the console screen.
There was a single sentence written on the fading screen.
"What are the Two most important things to life?"
Freya blew the cloud of dust off the keyboard, before typing the answer.
"Love and Sacrifice"
The screen flashed "Correct" before turning off. There was the sound of compressed air, when the wall behind the console depressed inwards, before opening up to reveal a cylindrical chamber, with a woman in suspended-animation floating inside it.
"Mom...?" she said in awe, looking that the first base for all of the clones that had fueled the war. It was some of her DNA that had been used to create all of the clones. Even herself.
Except, she was different.
Freya was created with a different seed-number. She was created to end the war, before it had even began. She had failed, but now she had the chance to at least stop it now.
She walked up to the glass, touching it lightly. There was a special DNA sonic emitter built into her mother. It would stop the hearts of all Clones that had been spawned with her DNA.
She laughed to herself, realising that all these years, it had been sitting right in front of her eyes. She could have saved millions. She could have saved her friends.
She walked back to the console, typing in a phrase.
"By a dark deed this day, I send thee away"
The screen responded with "Are you sure?"
Her hand shaking and her heart beating up in her throat, she slowly typed "Yes". She was going to die, too. She, after all, was also one of the many clones.
She pressed enter, and saw the suspended corpse begin to move. Its eyes opened, the usual dead look behind them. There was a glowing from under the flesh in the dead woman's chest, and Freya felt her heart stop beating.
Her vision blurred as the blood flow to her brain ceased. She was gasping for air for some reason. She fell to her knees, sweating as pain started to seep into all of her muscles from the lack of oxygen. The 4.10 seconds it was taking for her to die felt like minutes, even hours.
"Freya, my child."
She looked up at the glowing figure hovering before her. White angel wings kept it aloft.
"M...mom...?" she croaked softly.
"You have lived a sad life, I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I've put you through so much pain."
Freya wanted to respond to the angel, but she could feel the world fading around her, and she couldn't speak anymore.
"I love you, Freya, as I have with all my children. So, I want to know, do you wish to be reborn into this world, where you will have the chance to live a normal life, as a normal girl? Or do you wish to move on?"
Freya closed and then opened her eyes. She was standing now, looking at her body. It was slumped over on the floor, and had stopped breathing. Her body shone slightly, like the souls of the recently deceased always did.
"I have no regrets to how I lived my life. I could never have asked for better friends than the ones I met in this life-time. Mother, take me away to that sacred place. I want to see my friends again."
"As you wish, my child."
Freya felt herself lift slowly, the room growing bright.
"Freya, we're proud of you." She opened her eyes to see her two long-lost friends.
"Rika...Melissa...I...I..." tears filled her eyes as she stumbled towards them.
"It's okay, Freya. We're family again."