PHOENIX: The Rise and Wrath of Abigail Begich

It had been three days since Abigail had been taken into custody by NYPD. Now, however, all of her paperwork had vanished and there was no court date set. All records of her arrest was gone, thanks to the Federal government.

Parked on the curb was a beige 2007 Mercury Grand Marquis. Eugene Monsanto opened the passenger door for Abi. She had barely registered his existence since he introduced himself to her half an hour ago inside the precinct.

When she didn’t even look at him as she got into the car, Eugene only smirked and closed the door. He’d heard a lot about Abi, and assumed everything was normal.

When he sat down in the driver’s seat, he discovered otherwise. Now that she’d gotten her weapons and artifacts back from the police department, she was pointing her 9mm Beretta sidearm at him. She kept it low by her stomach so that no one else could see it through the Mercury’s darkly tinted windows. Her eyes were staring straight ahead. The man didn’t make a move.

“What’s up?” he asked, keeping his sweating palms around the steering wheel.

Abi was silent for a moment before answering, “I don’t know. Something. Something is very wrong. I killed someone. I’ve killed before, but…it wasn’t me. It was Phoenix. I mean, it was me, but I blacked out…” She turned and looked at Eugene, her eyes red with angst. “I don’t know how I can live with myself. But I don’t think I’d feel bad if I killed you and disappeared.”

“Ok, well first of all,” said Eugene, “this car is being tracked. Also, it’s mine, not the government’s. Second, you can’t escape us. We’ll always find you. You know that. Third, and most importantly, according to management, your stupid fucking clone is on the loose.”

This got Abi’s attention. She snapped her head around. “What? She was supposed to be at my house! What happened?”