The Evil Beauty – Short Story (Part 1)

"I don't believe you! She's just a beautiful and sweet girl! Liar!" accused the police officer before he slumped to the pavement and breathed his last. 

It was up to me to save the world now. Save it from the clutches of the beautiful one I had unknowingly unleashed on it.

Damn, I had made the beautiful one! I'd put in all my knowledge, my money, my brains, and my energy into creating this one. If only I had known where it would take me...

Eighteen years ago, I'd decided to become a mother - on an impulse. I didn't have a boyfriend who wanted to father a child, so I  hooked myself up with a sperm bank. I had saved myself a ton of money, so I figured, why not? 

I picked out details on the kind of child I wanted and combined it with the exact features, health, and brains I hoped she'd get from her 'Daddy'. 

The very first try worked. And I was over the moon! It was all as it was meant to be. 

Exactly nine months later, I saw the most precious child being delivered into my waiting hands in the labor room. I was ecstatic! She looked perfect. I couldn't wait for her to grow up. I had planned the very best life for her. 

I provided all the education I couldn't have myself as a child. As she grew up, she learnt karate, gymnastics, dancing, singing, cooking, gardening, robotics, programming, and reiki - just to name a few! I made sure she was always the most knowledgeable and talented person around wherever she went. I wanted her to know as much as possible about everything. 

To tell the truth, it was not all because of me. It was her too! She showed exceptional promise. Whatever I threw at her, she accepted and handled exceedingly well. She was always hungry for more knowledge and activities to perform. And I was always dying to feed her just that. 

She was the most beautiful, kind-hearted, smart, and hard-working child I knew. And as the days passed, I loved her more and more. It was only when she was about fifteen that I first felt a hint of uneasiness regarding her. By then, she had mastered almost all the arts, smart that she was, and there was not much I could do for her anymore. So, I settled into the role of a doting mother and continued to love her any which way I could. 

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