Real Jay Clarke: You saved me again..
Alter-go of Jay Clarke: You are too weak. Let me handle everything this time. I will teach those humans how wicked 'WE' too can be.
Real Jay Clarke: Thank you.
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Back on the island, Jay was captured. And put in a cage. Forced to being just a spawn. Suddenly, she flipped. Reducing the cage into dust.
Once more, she'd given to her bad side. Letting a monster run wild. And while her Alter-ego was wrecking havoc, suddenly in her mind. An intruder appeared.
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Real Jay Clarke: I am so tired.. What should I do now ?
Intruder: Wow !!
Real Jay Clarke: !!!
Intruder: Ahh !! He sent me over that shit-face. Well, anyway, don't stress. I'm friendly. A Black Gal, at your service. So, you see, I didn't come here for nothing. Can we talk ?
Real Jay Clarke: Sure...I'm a white gal, then. Jay..
Intruder: ohh, I don't fucking care about your name. But, I want to know a bit about you.
Real Jay Clarke: I am Ja...--I mean, I am a daughter of rich parents. I have two siblings. And I have psychic powers. Unfortunately, I was captured and placed here. But what the---
Intruder: That you were actually two in this brain. The real Jay Clarke with limited abilities and the fake you with infinite limits. You duped everyone pretty good. And that is why I'm here. My friends and I want to use you.. Yeah, I put it well. In YOUR case, it is 'use'. Let me explain myself. Do yoou believe in god ?
Real Jay Clarke: yea....
Intruder: No ! Not like spiritually, I mean, in the physical way.
Real Jay Clarke: Ohh, I meant that too. I DO believe in god.
Intruder: Hmm... Okay. A first for me. Normally, a mortal would never believe in a being greater than them. But cool. It'll help me that much. Did you meet a God ?
Real Jay Clarke: Yeah.
Intruder: Do you know who it was ?
Real Jay Clarke: Goddess 'Pray'. The Goddess of Life and Death.
Intruder: Good. At least, your memory is here. Killing you won't be a hassle. It would have sucked to search for your memories in 'Padme Tre' mind.
Real Jay Clarke: What ?! You wan---
Intruder: Too late...You are too late. I'm sad for you. I thought you would be more intelligent than this. But I guess I asked too much from a stucked up peasant. My bad. So, good night and rest in peace, Real Jay Clarke.....[Sighes]...Looks like I'm done here. Let's go meet our new friend. And I need to have a cobversation with Rouge...
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The alter-ego suddenly stopped moving. Witnessing a difference. Lighter. The alter-ego felt lighter. As if, it no longer had the limbs tied to somebody else. This time, the alter-ego thought to itself, I am free...
END....!!!