The high-security vault beneath West Corp Academy was a place of cold shadows and humming servers. Maya stood in the center of the room, her eyes red from crying, feeling the crushing weight of her mother’s disappointment.
"She’s right, isn't she?" Maya whispered to the darkness. "I’m just a waitress playing hero."
"She’s a perfectionist who has forgotten what it’s like to bleed," a sharp, rhythmic voice replied.
Victoria Vega stepped into the light. The original Cybergirl looked different here, away from the cameras. She wore a simple training suit, and for the first time, Maya noticed the faint, jagged scars circling her wrists and neck—scars that didn't come from combat.
"You think you failed because you weren't strong enough," Victoria said, walking toward a pedestal that held a flickering holographic record. "But you failed because you don't know what you’re fighting for yet. You’re fighting for a title. I fought for my soul."
Victoria tapped the console. The hologram flickered to life, showing a younger Victoria, her eyes vacant and milky, her body moving with the same disturbing, puppet-like rigidity Maya had seen in the theater victims.
"Mr. Puppet Jr.’s father... he didn't just want my power," Victoria’s voice dropped to a low, painful rasp. "He wanted to break the symbol. He took control of my mind, Maya. He turned my own body into a prison."
Maya watched, horrified, as the hologram showed Victoria being forced to perform humiliating, private acts—forced to touch herself, to mimic desire, to degrade her own dignity while her conscious mind watched from behind a glass wall, screaming in silence.
"I was the strongest UMA of my generation," Victoria said, her hands trembling slightly before she balled them into fists. "And he made me a toy. He made me feel so filthy that I wanted to disappear. Do you know why I didn't?"
Maya shook her head, tears pricking her eyes.
"Because of the anchors," Victoria said, looking Maya dead in the eye. "My sister refused to give up on me. Your mother, Laura—she didn't look at me with disgust. She looked at me with a sword in her hand. They reminded me that I wasn't the string; I was the person being pulled. And I had the right to cut the line."
Victoria stepped closer, placing a hand over the Cybergem in Maya’s chest.
"The Cybergerm isn't a battery, Maya. It’s a mirror. If you feel like an impostor, the energy will be hollow. If you feel like a victim, the energy will be brittle."
Victoria’s grip tightened. "Mr. Puppet Jr. is watching you. He wants to do to you what his father did to me. He wants to turn your shyness into a cage. Are you going to let him?"
Maya looked at the hologram of the broken Victoria, then at the scarred, powerful woman standing before her. She thought of John’s steady hands and Hana’s brave roar.
"No," Maya whispered. Then, louder: "No."
"Good," Victoria said, a grim, respect-filled smile touching her lips. "Then stop trying to be your mother. Stop trying to be a 'Rose.' Be the girl who helps people because she knows what it’s like to be afraid. That is the only power a puppet-master can't control."
In the dim light of the vault, the indigo glow in Maya’s chest began to pulse. It wasn't the wild, explosive light of the park; it was a deep, rhythmic thrum. The training had finally truly begun.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTIQE5XZYiN
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