I found it. 
The blasted thing, laying in a babbling brook by the tattered old bridge. 
Luckily the water had not seeped through yet.  What luck I looked down when I did, or it may have been lost to me forever. 
The case, it had seen the wares of the moving water and the slow and meek pounding as it was jostled along down the stream until it had found itself lodged behind a larger rock, unable to proceed further, and luckily close to the surface.
It was scratched up and had soaked up a fair amount of water.  When I sqeezed at it to lift it from it's confined placement, it seeped some of it's excesses back into the flow of the stream. 
I opened the case, it was as if it had never been opened before, for it looked pristine within.  The device inside, a crystaline slab, thin, red, perfect, intact.  I held it high, looking at the sun through it as it's prism fell upon my face, and the fluctuating life within it clustered to the energy shining from above.  It was still working, I could finally jump, and leave this god forsaken wasteland to eternity.

I had been born in a lab, a genetic manipulation on someone's DNA, a father, and mother, I would never truly know.  The cold hands of science raised me, tested me, used me.  I had been kept under close guard since the moment I can remember seeing.  Always watched, so even as I grew and my body began to flourish into something far more alluring, I knew not timid embarrassment.  I knew nothing of privacy, and nothing of the desires that had begun development among those around me. 

I found soon that the eyes that had watched me for their own safety, had changed.  They continued to watch, but no longer was the stiff careful character present, he had been replaced with a relaxed outer shell, but his insides screamed for something vicious.  I began to know fear.  Fear of my captors, of my caretakers.  But I could not hide from them.  I would shower, I would change, I would use the restroom, always to their viewings.  I had become something to them, but I did not understand exactly what it was.

The day the guard first touched me, his thick fist and firm fingers upon my upper arm, I learned the part of myself that I had never known lay dormant.  I only knew that I did not want his hand on me, suddenly I was standing over his body, his neck twisted, broken, his fingers a mangled mess, and I had felt for the first time, if even for a moment, what privacy felt like, to have a moment without eyes glazing over me.  I finally undersood prison, and what it felt to be a captive, though I had never known anything different. 

The others soon came for me, weapons trained.  Doctors came, the parents I had known, needles in hand, ready to calm me.  All eyes were once again upon me, with angered stares, I did not like this, for now my privacy was being stripped from me once again, and if I allowed this detention, I would again be at the mercy of those wicked stares. 

The guns fired as I moved towards them, doctors screamed for them to stop, to just graze me, not to kill me.  Perhaps I owe them much for those words, for I eluded even to the last of the bullets as I tore at the throats and arms of the ones with their watchful eyes.  Thick metal hit floor, and soon the bodies followed.  Finally, the last one fell as the sound of shattering glass against ground echoed through the small lit corridor.  Again I knew privacy.  Again I knew peace, for only the second time in my life, and I would have it last.

I collected the hand of one of the scientists, the man I had always known, but never known any true kindness from.  I had wanted his warm embrace, a desire I did not understand until much later to be the comforting hold of a father.  I stole his badge, and I moved through the halls, avoiding cameras, eluding the passing security guards as they bustled toward the place I had only just left.  This left my way clear, and as I placed the severed hand on the scanner and swiped the card, the door slid open and there was the woman I had always known, but again never to any kindness.

Fear struck her and she was frozen in place as I came up to her and threw the severed hand upon the table in front of her where several vats of my blood sat. 

"Who am I?" I asked, as if for the first time hearing my own voice.
"Test subject...11...um...77647..."
"NO!  Who am I, not a number.  Don't give me science, give me truth."
"You are a recreation.  You are the recreation of the amalgamation, Vas Prime."

Images ripped through my mind, the name Vas, it was familiar.  Visions that I had dreamt tore through me once more, blue light, my body being displaced, and then becoming whole again. 

"Vas..." I say weakly as if speaking it to a part within myself.
"Yes.  He's a dimension travelling being.  A disruptor of the natural order of things.  He has claimed that there is a version of him upon every plane of existence, but this one.  He came here once, and he destroyed our world."
"How could one being destroy a world.  You are lying!"

I take her coat in my hands, I feel the strength in them, one that didn't come from my delicate frame, but from somewhere unseen.

"I'm not.  It's true!  Vas Prime is the reason for our world's demise.  The savages have taken hold of the world above.  Crops have gone nearly extinct, the people above feed on eachother.  He drove everyone mad, except for a few.  We survived by hiding, collecting data, creating you."
"How could one man drive an entire world mad?!"
"Because he did not exist here.  At least, that's the theory we've developed.  An existence not meant for this world, for this plane, and it ripped it in two.  His mere existence tore our world apart."
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"But it does.  Think more existentially.  Think God.  Think any higher being who created us.  If he did not make something, how could it be so in the realm of his creation.  If it drove a God mad, making the people of his creation insane is an even lesser achievement."
"Then why would you create one from a being such as him.  Why am I alive?!"
"To undo him.  If you were not in this world, we created you to be so now.  If we are a God's creation, then our creating you is also his doing.  You are here to exist."
"No.  If I was simply here to exist, then why should I be caged, watched, tested on.  I have never known true life."
"We needed to know if you would adopt the Vas that should exist here.  We needed to make certain that the Vas that should be would be.  Each subject has been watched, tested, and studied."
"Each subject?  I am not alone?"

The eyes that stared back at me grew wide, fear was developing quickly within her now racing heart.

"No, I...simply misstated."
"Lying!  How many?  How many of me are there!"

Her eyes dart to her left, to the table where a small dish sits under a microscope.  I toss her aside, and I look into the sockets.  Inside I see the quickened growth of an egg cell. 

"Is this, me?  Is this another me?!  How many?!"
"That is number thirty-nine.  The cells took just moments before you entered."
"Why...would you do this?  Why have I never known?"
"Because of the way that you are now.  Look at you!  You're angry, violent.  But you have proven to be the Vas we have needed.  I take it your abilities have emerged?"
"I killed six people before coming here, I had never known such a thing possible.  It just happened."
"Excellent.  Indeed, you are marvelous."

She rose to her feet, a coy smile to her face as she approached me, this mother I'd always known, and spent forever wanting a parent of, but never receiving such a thing.  She looked in the scope once again, and then removed the dish.

"You have become our Vas Prime.  The first of your creations, and the first to become the entity in it's entirety.  The others will no longer be necessary."

The dish in her hands, the one with the thirty-ninth me, fell into the garbage as she dropped it purposefully.

"You would dispose of us?  Of the other me's?"
"None of you were to ever know of the others.  We were fearful of jealousy, or worse.  But you, you are the one, the real one now.  The others cannot be allowed to come to be the same.  They are too powerful, and the true existence of one is the only to be allowed God's creation.  Don't you understand.  You were created to save us all simply by existing and balancing the unbalanced.  The others would only tip the scale if they were allowed to become Vas as well.  It would destroy us all, and all of them as well.  They must be made rid of, immediately."

She made a motion towards a communication system, but I was upon her before she reached it.  Her severed arm fell to the ground, but before the pain set in and she could scream, she too lay on the ground, dead.

The computer system was active, and the woman was still logged in.  I quickly found the schematic of the facility, and located the other Vas'.  Two guards burst in, spraying bullets everywhere.  They saw me duck behind a desk, and sprayed each time I jumped to another desk, quickly advancing upon them, and finally overtaking them both.  I made for the door, but a sudden light caught my eye.  A small spinning crystaline slab, encased in a weightless and airless tube.  It was familiar to me, but I didn't know what it was.  I broke it free of its encasement, put it within a storage box nearby usually for samples of blood, and took off down the corridors and hallways and finally to the first of the Vas subjects, but this one was not me, it was a man, as I'm sure the original was. 

He appeared younger than me, a boy on the verge of puberty, but upon seeing me, I could see the sudden realization of it all in his eyes.  Immediately we knew we were one another, and that we were not alone.  

"There are others." I said.
"I understand now.  Thank you."

I opened his cell, and together we set upon freeing the others.  Some were younger, others slightly older, but I was still the oldest, and apparently the only female.  Each of them was quickly made to understand his self.  We were Vas.  But only fifteen of us were rescued before the facility went on lockdown, and the others were gassed to death.  But we had been born, and nothing could take that back now.  The guards fell at our hands, and no one was left alive after we had finished.  And soon, we found ourselves gazing upon the first sun we'd ever seen.  The first hot, dry dust as it whipped against our faces.  We were free.

I spoke the truth as it had been told to me.  We were as one in understanding, but then, a four year old of us, asked a simple question that broke us apart.

"Why don't you look like us?" He said.

I looked around, each of them alike but separated by age, but I, slightly older, and female, stood out from them all. 

"I do not know.  I simply am.  I only know I was a recreation, the first of us many, and for some reason I am female."

"Then you are not us." Came from an older Vas.
"I am you, you are me.  We are Vas."
"But you are different." Came the four year Vas again.
"We are more alike than different."
"But you were the first.  The one who was truly called."
"Simply because I desired privacy."
"No matter the reason, you are our Vas Prime."

I take out the case, and I look upon the slab, understanding now it to be a device to jump through dimensions.  When I look back to them, they have fallen to the ground, dead.  It seemed that even an insane God would not overlook such tidings, and he has washed them away as soon as it came to his knowledge.

I knew my path now, that I would find the Vas Prime.  The originator.  I would find him and kill him.

I spent days walking the torn Earth as I tapped into frayed memories, trying to know how to control the device in the box.  I was attacked continuously, the beings above more like animals, barbarians, than the humans I had known below.  But their eyes were similar.  In the middle of one group of their ravenous broods, I lost the box, and my device to a nearby stream.  I defeated them quickly, and followed the stream, believing I had lost my one key.  I believed I would never again find it, when luck suddenly caught my eye, and there it was. 

As I gazed through the prismic lights shining into my eyes, the instructions came swiftly, and I cracked a small piece from it, and I was engulfed in a stream of blue light, severed from myself, but stable.  The slab would only last another six jumps.  I would need to find more if this path did not immediately bare fruit.  But I would find my way to him.  It was my destiny.  I had been set upon a forsaken plane, accepted by a mindless God, and I would have revenge upon the one that would never allow me true privacy.  His eyes were always within me, and now I understood that.  I would remove them from existence, for I am now Vas Prime.

The End

This is just a quick short on a grander idea by a friend of mine named Matthew Reynolds.  Just had it in my head after going through some Paul Pope pictures.  That's why the pic is at the top, it was my inspiration, so it was necessary.  Hope you enjoy.