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"Just what in God's good name is going on...", Ginger thought outloud as the ground practically shook with movement. Something was going down and causing such a racket that the female part of her brain virtually screamed for a retreat. For a moment, she nearly moved away with the thought that this was her chance to put some distance between herself and those beasts. 'Show some backbone, girl!', she stopped dead in her tracks. Fucking phantom of her father haunted her every thought and just wouldn't let her leave this place without first taking a gander at the ruckus. If only to make sure it wasn't another colonist like herself getting into a bad spot. On a world like this... they had to take care of their own. Even at the cost of their own lives. It was practically law around here. Licking her lips, she moved back into the canopy with every intention of retracing her steps through the woods. It was only when the sound of growling and snapping grew louder that Ginger broke away from her path only to move behind the pack of carnivores. They definitely had something in their sight, but even she couldn't figure it out. Had the creatures lost their minds? They were practically snapping at each other in frustration before leveling their gazes upon something unseen. Yet, she felt a kind of electrical charge in the air. Something was there. Every instinct started shouting warnings even as the first beast aligned himself to leap at the seemingly empty spot.

The Hunter remained invisible. Had he met any other prey, then he would have de-activated his cloaking device, but these predators where only slightly hampered by his technology. This made it more interesting. Taking advantage of the weakness of a top predator, and see how they fare without their greatest asset. Fighting and winning without using your best tools was something to respect in his society. After a few seconds of breaking branches and with a crashing descent, his feet made impact with the ground. The predators didn't hesitate, and they attacked. From all sides. The woman could see that the beasts charged at each other, but, there was something that stirred up the fallen leaves. It flickered like a mirage on a hot day, distorting to view... But this was in the shape of a man. Not a man. it was a ghost. The large catlike thing was lifted up with a fierce grab at its chest, and was lifted up. It snarled and franticly dashed with its clawed paws infront of it. Luminescent green wounds erupted from the thin air and an inhumane snarling roar shook the jungle. A loud snap later, and the cat's head was snapped at an unatural angle, and was discarded like a boring toy. The bulk crashed against the nearest tree so fiercly, that the lithe and long body almost snaked around the trunk. The Hunter changed his footing to meet the others. He ignored the woman for now, anticipating that she would not interfere. His massive legs stiffened as he spun on his heels, and he leaned forward towards his two last opponents in a defiant stand against what this planet had to throw at him. Then, a shrill and metallic sound struck out, and a pair of sick blades sprung from the right wrist of this ghost. They gleamed like silver, and the Hunter would feed his blades with the blood of his prey items.

The funny thing about humans is that they rarely do what a Hish expected. Not that many ever learned this lesson. They were merely soft meats after all, right? With no visible claws or teeth to defend themselves with. Oomans had to use their intelligence to create weapons to protect what could be considered a pathetic creature. Ginger wouldn't prove to be any different. From one moment to the next, she moved on pure instinct. It didn't matter that she couldn't get a clear view of the felines opponent. In fact, she was pretty sure this would be the last stand for her. Hell, her mind was already slipping, right? All those sounds and that splatter of phosphor blood hitting the massive trunks around them. She had to be going insane from infection or fever. Lining up her shot, she aimed for one of the larger cats and almost smirked as the gun rocked in her grasp. The slug managed to hit one of the oncoming creatures and knocked it to the ground, but it did little deter the animal from not attacking again. Damn, she hated moving targets. Never was good at them. Biting her lip, she watched the massive creature pick itself up off the ground and level her with a glaring stare. It's lips pulled back from deadly fangs before darting across the fray straight at her. Cocking her weapon again, she stood absolutely still and held her breath as it's pounding paws brought it closer and closer to her. Another shot rang out, but this time with more success. The beast fell back with half it's skull missing and it's tongue lolling out in a morbid display. She stepped over the corpse started loading her Remington as another creature took notice of her. With a shriek of rage, she was caught off guard and her gun knocked out of her grasp. On the ground, Ginger struggled with the muscular form above her, her arms nestled under it's snapping jaws while she reached for the blade strapped to her leg. Usually she wouldn't resort to this particular thing, but desperate measures. It was too large to be nimble and more useful at cutting through vegetation, but for now, she used it to slice the animal's throat open while trying to keep it from chewing her up too badly. Those claws were no picnic either, but the thing was more interested in ripping off her face then tearing into her torso. 'Must've been it's mate', she thought with a bark of mad laughter.

The Hunter felt very much interrupted wehn the 'ooman joined the fight. He swung his body fast when his 'last' prety ran past him and pounched the newcommer. As the feline was snarling and snapping at her face, there was a loud thud, a sound of cracking ribs and the predator's howling wail. The invisible fighter kicked the side of the beast and it flew several yards away, rolling on the ground in extreme pain. It grimached constantly without a break at the pain. Judging form the limpness of it's hindlegs, it could have a broken spine. The Hunter ended up standing above the woman, his left side facing her. He took a short moment to look at her. From what he knews about the beauty ideals of ooman society, she was a keeper. The odd thought that he agreed entered his mind, but was just as quickly replaced when he felt a hard impact at his back. A 4th, previously unnoticed predator pounched the Hunter and forced him onto his stomach. The feline was ferocious. It raked his back, which was thankfully mostly protected, but the sick tearing of flesh was hear when it hit a vunerable spot. Alien blood gushed and ran down his flutteringly invisible arms. He let out a deep bellowing roar, but got the wind knocked out of him and the sound of metal grinding against dirt echoed inside of his helmet.

While Rinoa would never have admitted this to anyone, she was no stranger to... well, sexy dreams. The sheer amount of sexual tension that had been building up among her friends while they journeyed to save the world was nothing short of astounding-- but she'd always been the odd one out when it came to the SeeDs, and she wasn't -really- surprised when she found out who Squall's heart really belonged to. She didn't blame him, really; the other woman had been there when she couldn't be, and that went a long way to settling those questions. No, she was no stranger to those sorts dreams. But they had never been so... vivid. So extensive. And so... well, so thorough. As she started to wake, shifting slightly as she curled out from the fetal position, one of the first things she became aware of was the lingering dampness between her legs. The second thing she became aware of was that she was unusually sore-- sore in ways that she hadn't felt since the war against Ultimecia, ways that usually had to be mended with healing magic. And then there was the crisp seawater tang in the air, reminding her of the time she'd spent at Fisherman's Horizon some months back-- Wait. She hadn't been near the sea for weeks now. Why was she smelling the ocean? A shock of fear rose up her spine, waking her fully, but Rinoa gulped her fear down, trying to stay calm for a bit longer and took in her surroundings. She was in a ratty hotel room-- the sort that the Forest Owls had moved between so long ago when the only concern in her world was freeing Timber. She was still dressed in her traveling clothes, though they were wrinkled and a little stinky. She had no idea how she'd gotten here, and she had no idea who had put her here, and... oh, she hoped this wasn't why she had had so many dreams... Instinctively, she closed her eyes and let her heart search out for the Guardian Forces that had come with her, willing them to Junction with her and arm her... but there was nothing. Siren and Carbuncle's presences just weren't there. The cold knot in her stomach tightened, threatening to send her into a panic, but just as she started to give in she felt... something else. Another Guardian Force, but... older. Stronger. Primeval. Just the sensation of it in the back of her head was enough to send a chill up her spine, and this unknown force was with her, bound to her, or maybe she to it. Well, whatever it was, it was the only clue she had. Rinoa took a deep breath and reached out to the presence lurking within her, calling it forth to the material world...

One would question, what is it like to live as a Guardian Force? What do they do while theyre not being summoned and protecting those they were junctioned to? Do they have little house somewhere, with little book cases where they keep their reading materials? The answer, like one would suspect, is no. Guardian forces are simply creatures who exist in the minds of those they are junctioned to. And as such, when they arent in the material world, they wander in the minds of their hosts. They see their memories, their past, and sometimes they even stumble across hidden desires or other deep rooted psyches. He, is a guardian force. One who existed long before others. He came from a time when names arent needed, and ever since that time, he did what he was supposed to do. He guarded. He was the sentinel who pushed back the darkness encroaching on the land of men. Now people would tell him that he is a guardian force, yet in those times, people would tell him he is a guardian god. He took pride in such claims, yet he knows he isnt a god. He is one who wields strength, and would often use it to protect, yet he is no saint either. He has fallen to desire and worldly lust, just like the humans he protects, but he never considered it to be a bad thing. He flits from one part of her memory, those of her childhood, of innocent times, to a time where a golden haired man would take her in bed. The guardian scoffed at the mans puny effort to please her. He is simply a mere man, and could not compare to the ways the guardian ravaged her. Just as he enjoyed watching her memories of the endless nights she rode him, a mental ping appeared. Apparently the girl in question is summoning him, and he obeyed. His form, naked save the loincloth and the ceremonial armbands around his powerfull arms, materialized before her. His hair, long and wild, like an untamed forest, smells just like the leaves of a woodland grove. Landing softly on the bed, he knelt in front of her, face mere inches away from hers. His canines are long and flawless white. "Another round?" He asked with his deep growling voice.

Rinoa's voice stuck in her throat as the Guardian Force made itself manifest in front of her. Her hands twisted in the sheets as he came down to her level-- her sitting on the bed, him kneeling before her-- and as his scent washed over her, it stirred a strange longing within her body. A familiar, wantful ache that only tightened her grip on her sheets.. He ("it," she reminded herself desperately-- Guardian Forces didn't have genders, did they?) was... gorgeous was not the right word. Gorgeous implied something human, or sculpted, and though this body was muscular, powerful, and ruggedly handsome, there was something... not quite human about the way he was looking at her. What frightened her more was that something about the hunger in his voice was also very familiar. "An... another what?" Rinoa mumbled as she shrank back from him, eyes wide with a mixture of fear, and dawning, gnawing memory. "I... I just wanted to find out what was going on," she said, her own voice trembling. "Who -are- you? Why am I here?"

"Another round..Of mating." Came the blunt reply. Banter and modesty were beyond him. He gently pushed her back to the bed, climbing over her, moving in ways not natural for someone built so heavily. He was like a big cat, power and grace combining in his movements. "We have been mating everyday for seven nights now..Perhaps you are in heat." Again, he said matter of factly. "Did you not come to this lodge because you hunger for more of what we did?" He hovered slightly above her, his godlike body in plain view and within her reach. The strength in his muscles were easy to see. He could probably rip a man apart with his bare hands, but those same hands are the ones that have carressed and pleasured her for many days now. "We are resting in this..Horizon of fisherman, do you not remember?" His voice showed a hint of concern. Despite the danger and predatory sense he is emmiting, he is, in fact, her guardian.

She began to say something protest as his hand came down on her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed, but lost the words as he settled over her. The bed was old; she could feel the springs sagging unevenly beneath their weight the way old mattresses always sagged, and his touch was nothing short of electric. Frightening, but electric, and that much more familiar. Those dreams she'd thought she'd had were beginning to look a lot less like dreams to her mind's eye, and more like plain old memories... "N-no," Rinoa responded quickly, eventually finding her tongue again. Gingerly, she reached out to him as he floated above her and lightly touched his chest-- she was having trouble thinking of him as a spirit, now, he so very definitely had a gender-- and gulped nervously. "I mean, I think I might remember... you know," she added evasively, glancing away. "But I don't remember getting here, or meeting you, or how we met, or..." She suddenly flushed a deep scarlet. "Did we really... have sex, every night for a week?" Rinoa asked meekly.

Like a confused child, the guardian tilted his head to the side and frowned. His weight didnt shift at all, staying on top of her as his hard chest rubbed her palm. "Yes. Every night.." The guardian then broke into a mischievous smile, the first time today that he showed some sort of wit and emotion. "All night long..."His hand slides down her sides like a hunter traverses a well known path in search of his prey. "And sometimes..during the day.." She can feel him grip the sides of her pants, and suddenly sliding them off by pulling them upwards, leaving her shapely legs pointing upwards. "And the afternoon.." He continued, the hunger in his voice becoming more and more apparent. "And sometimes..." His voice trailed as he pressed his tongue on the skin behind her knee and licked upwards to her heel. "We would...how did you put it?" Two iron grip held her ankles in place, it was apparent his physical might was unearthly, fitting for a guardian force, but the sentience of his action, the way he seemed to have a will of his own, that she cant control is very much uncharacteristic of a guardian force, as they were supposed to be completely obedient. "Ah yes...Fuck all day.." He finished by spreading her legs apart widely, giving her a good view of his body, and more importantly, the giant inhuman bulge in his loincloth. It was easily twice the size of her previous partner, and it seems like it can break her in half in the most pleasurable ways imaginable.

Rinoa shivered as his tongue traced the curves of her calf, squirming in his grip against the bedsheets. She'd been so caught up in watching that fathomless, hungry gaze of his that she'd not even realized he was undressing her until she felt the air against her nethers, still slick with her own wetness-- not just from her dreams but from renewed want. Her mind was going a million miles a minute, and it was hard to focus on anything but the powerful presence before her-- and, with her legs split in the air before him, primed to take him inside her, her gaze fell down to the loincloth he was wearing and the massive manhood it scarcely concealed. "N-no," she gasped, shaking her head to clear it against the fog of lust that was beginning to shroud her mind, struggling in vain against the iron in his grip. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, fear, and a familiar, aching desire. "We shouldn't," she added, trying to be fervent and iron-willed about the whole thing-- a sentiment undermined by the terrible vulnerability of her position, the depth of his power, and the fact that a part of her very much wanted him inside her. "I don't know what you think we did, but I'm not that kind of girl..." With every word, she sounded much less sure of that fact.

Her defiance amused him, and in a quick burst of speed, he devoured her lips, pushing his large tongue inside her mouth, invading it thoroughly. He kissed her like an animal, but he tastes like fresh spring water. Her ankle still in his vise like grip, bent backwards, almost level with her head as the guardian agresively rubbed his clothed cock on her soaking nether regions, promising her an experience that will stretch her to her utmost limits of endurance and flexibility. He continued his assault on her lips, joining his mountain breeze like breath with her hot human one. When he pulled back slightly, a strand of saliva can be seen trailing from his lips to hers. "I have no problem taking you by force.." He growled as his now naked cock falls upon her stomach, showing her how deep it will penetrate her should they have sex. "But perhaps you prefer to enjoy it as well?" He said motioning for her to touch his rod with her small hands. It looks like they cant even wrap around it fully, as the cock was as thick as a womans wrist.

The panic that had been building in the back of her head threatened to scream as he leaned in over her, stifling anything she might have said with weight and lips and more. Rinoa's eyes widened briefly as his tongue invaded her mouth-- but he tasted like the outdoors, like purity, something older than she could imagine, and what was left of her protest was sundered. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked back on his tongue, drinking his presence into her, letting go of the fears that had so recently knotted her insides together. A third presence-- his hands on her ankles, bending her over backwards, his lips and tongue in her mouth, and suddenly the unmistakable sensation of that massive cock rubbing against her lower lips-- took her breath away in a wanton, moan. Her back arched sharply, pressing against him with what little leverage her awkward position could manage, until he pulled away. When her eyes fluttered open again, there was a distant, almost dazed but paying rapt attention to his words. Rinoa licked absently at her lips, catching her breath as she dabbed the strand of spittle into her mouth with her tongue, and looked down to her stomach where his cock now rested as the slap of skin on skin reaches her ears. Wordlessly, she shifted as best she could and wove her arms downwards, reaching gingerly, hesitantly, for his manhood, only half-remembering what she's supposed to do with something that large-- but the memory of her dream catches up with her. Guided by half-remembered memory, she places both of her small hands at the base of the shaft and slowly stroking upwards, circling it between both hands and caressing upwards, lingering beneath the head of the rod. "Was-- was it always this big?" she murmured anxiously, mostly to herself.

"You made it bigger once..by putting it in your mouth." He told her. The guardian purred at her touches. She may act like an innocent girl, but her hands are truly talented. He howled suddenly, rubbing his massive cockhead on her cunt, using her hands to stabilize it and keep the long rod in position. When he thrusted inside her, he caused friction to both her palm and her cunt, which he spreads wide with the thick shaft. His thrusting lacked technique, subtlety and refinement, but his thickness, intensity and obvious hunger for her body made up for it. His powerfull abdominals squeezed and squirmed as his hips moved back and forth, his flexing muscles a marvelous sight of masculinity, a treat for any womans eyes. His stamina clearly was also inhuman. It took the better part of an hour before he actually lets out a groan. His cock and hips relentlessly pounded the lythe human girl without mercy, trying to overwhelm her with the extended bouts of fucking. "Nnngh!..You feel...so wonderfull.." He whispered.

Rinoa had tensed up at his howl, shrinking back instinctively-- the noise cut through the sensual haze, touching that part of her that was afraid of him-- but then hesplit her open, pushing himself inside her. She cried out in pain as her pussy stretched agonizingly to accommodate the inhuman girth of his cock. He thrust inside her again; she whimpered out in fear as she felt her insides pushed apart, feeling every distinct contour and curve of his cock-- and as he thrust inside her again, there was a second sudden swell of sensation, mingling with the wake of the first, and mind-numbing in its intensity. A thought crossed her mind, distantly, as she surrendered to the flood of pleasure washing through her body with every thrust, setting all her nerves afire. She'd lost control of the situation the moment she'd called him down; with her legs pinned in the air, lower lips open and visible to anyone who walked in the door if he wanted to expose her to them, and her senses blurring together in an orgiastic haze, there was no use fighting it. No use worrying about it now. Had she been trapped like this, she wondered (a cry in her throat as the muscles in her pussy started to spasm around his shaft, she was on the verge of cumming hard and she remembered this oh so clearly now) -- abandoned in a hotel room, attached to a powerful spirit that would simply fuck her senseless every time she came to? -It wouldn't be so bad, to be like this forever,- a little voice in the back of her head chimed in as Rinoa's orgasm reached its crest. -There are worse fates than this.- And Rinoa ached inside as she wanted to say Yes! or No! as her body flooded her mind with every reason she could think of for just giving in. If he had been human, she would have been torn asunder-- but he was something more than mortal. The ache of his cock in her cunt was scarcely noticeable anymore, leaving just the waves of glorious sensation. Submission was not so bad... but in the back of her mind, she remembered what happened when she had been weak, and other wills had subsumed her own. Rinoa opened her eyes, dreamily, and gazed upon the man-spirit fucking her with a new light. If he'd noticed that she'd come, there was no sign of it-- he was spreading her open as if he'd not been between her legs for the past five, ten minutes, as if he'd just started. There was no animosity in this. This wasn't torture. This wasn't mind control. For whatever reason, he-- he wanted her, like she knew she wanted him inside her, pounding, shaking the bed with every thrust. He might not be human, but what human could compare to this? A smile briefly lit her lips as she let her head loll back onto the mattress, putting her hands around his cock again (they'd fallen to the side, somewhere along the line), and gave herself to whimpers as she felt another orgasm starting to build, a fluttery crest of the growing wave... His voice brought her out of her reverie. She didn't know how many times she'd come since that deep voice had last reached her ears-- she'd lost count somewhere between four and five, and they were coming faster and faster as he worked her body like a machine. "I didn-," Rinoa gasped, trying to draw a breath and remember how to speak, "dinn't think it was-- was ever-- OH, yes, more like that..."

He was indeed, a relentless sex machine. Hours passed as if they were mere minutes, and still his hips moved in the same fast rythm that he started out with. No human man can ever achieve this feat of endurance, and this is perhaps why so many summoners had become addicted to the guardians mighty rod. He gave out a roar of dominance everytime he feels her climax, yet gave her no chance to rest. He himself havent climaxed yet, despite the extended period of time that they fucked like wild animals. His powerfull jaws would sometimes clamp on her shoulders or legs, trying to draw a scream from her to sate his predatory instinct. Despite what may seem like an extremely taxing physical activity, she didnt feel fatigue. The guardian is an avatar of primal vitality, and his presence alone is enough to grant endurance to those he is junctioned with. Much more so when he is 'inside' them physically. His mind momentarily went back to a particular encounter with a legendary female warrior of time imemorial. The two would mate for days, due to the aura he is generating, and the warriors unmatched physical prowess. Another era has seen him in service to a courtesan famous for her sexual skills, and during this time, the courtesan made sure to teach him the intricate art of lovemaking. When her hands returned, he began changing his rythm, using one such technique he was taught. His hips moved in a slow long circular motion, stretching her walls to the side in a relaxed pace. Her leg was allowed freedom, as his hands supported his torso above hers, kissing her forehead then stealing a long hungry kiss, all the while his hips danced with hers. "Am i satisfying you, summoner?" His growl fell to a soft whisper, sounding suspiciously like the calm before the all-consuming storm.

Rinoa bit on her lip as he pulled back, the taste of his tongue searing its way into her conscious mind as he shifted. She'd never mistake this for a dream again, not when the real thing was impossibly vivid. Ankles freed from his grip, her slender calves came to rest on his shoulders, and when he changed his rhythm, adding a circular motion to his thrusts, she squeezed harder on his massive shaft with what strength her thin wrists could manage. "Never had--" she began, gasping for breath, keeping a handle on her words through the throbbing of her pussy, "never anything like this before. Never thought it could be like this..." Her muscles didn't ache. There was no soreness from being propped up so long, no residual pain in her ankles from being pinned... he could have had her bent over a table or a counter and she wasn't sure she would be feeling that. It was wonderful-- ecstatic-- rapturous-- and while she'd managed to keep her voice down, despite his less-than-subtle attempts to provoke her further, if he ratcheted his efforts much further, she would be letting the whole hotel know exactly how hard she was being fucked.

The rythm was uncharacteristically gentle. He was obviously up to something, something violent. His lips sealed hers once more, seducing both her body and her mind. His hips waltzing for what seemed like an eternity. "Your previous lover..Is inferior to me. Is he not?" His tone rose abit, clearly a prelude to the upcoming storm as his hips began moving faster once more, the loving gentle waltz soon turning into a tango of escalating fury, rocking the bed violently again. Without any warning, he pulled out of her, and propped her hands onto the headboard, gripping her waist in an iron vise of a grip. "Summoner..Prepare your self!" he roared out. Leon Mullins, is a traveling salesman, and he knows all the cheapest places to stay, the restaurant with the biggest portions, and the most shady of pawnshops. However, for once in his life, he regretted staying in the hungry bear inn. The place was normally quiet, but today, someone in the room next to him is banging something against the walls, so hard that the wall itself shook, and the hanging light in his room swayed around. "What the hell are they doing there?!" He thought to himself. Indeed the room was shaking. The meteoric impact of his hips caused the bed to slam against the walls. It would seem the guardian is intent, on taking her to the limits of her endurance.

Riona had mumbled something mutely in answer to his question-- her last was nothing, an awkward child fumbling in comparison to him-- and she was pretty sure she was almost getting the hang of this whole being-fucked-silly-by-a-primordial-power thing. He was almost taking it easy on her, reserving the true depths of his inhuman strength. She should be sore, she should be aching, but with every thrust she found herself revitalized. There was no hunger, no thirst here, only the rushing sense of having something moving within her, setting all of her senses alight. "It's so good," she moaned between breaths, finally making her lips work in a way that they would make words. "Hyne take me-- oh GODS, don't stop..." He roared an answering challenge, and she felt his hands roughly remove her from the pistoning shaft, to the bed-- Rinoa blinked, dazed, why would he do that? She wanted to touch him, she wanted to hold him inside her-- and then as he started pounding her again, she yelped in surprise and gripped the baseboard of the ratty hotel room's bed with all of her strength. He was penetrating her with a qualitatively different power, now-- one that was radiating through her body beyond her ability to control. It was like being possessed, except-- except not at all. Before, when Edea and Ultimecia had taken control of her body, it was paralyzing, terrifying, as though she might never be herself again; here, he was energizing her, telling her body what to do and she LIKED it. She WANTED it, even as it scared her just how much she wanted this.

It truly was a loud day indeed in the hungry bear inn. All day long the complaints about the couple having loud violent sex came in, but the front desk couldnt do anything. The girl checked in alone, but it is clear that someone is in there with her, giving her the time of her life. Its just impossible though, how they seemingly went on hours after hours without stopping. The only explanation is, that there are multiple men in the room, perhaps 5 or 6, taking turns fucking her brains out. In reality, the guardian has been ravaging the raven haired beauty for 12 hours straight. It was something quite common for him to do, but Rinoa was able to do it only by the preserving aura of vitality he exhudes. Here, in this most feral of sexual positions, he took her to heaven, or hell, depending on how you look at it. Only when the 12th hour came, did the guardian let out a loud bellow, sending a shockwave throughout the room, bowling the furnitures over. His cum overflowed like a summer flood, revitalizing the land, his essence was even more potent than his aura, healing the girl more effectively than any elixirs. The room looked like ground zero when they were done. Giving Rinoa one long last kiss to show her his appreciation of their mating. "Should you want another round..just say so.." He whispered, cock still hard inside her.

"You have your orders," Tseng was saying, though she was opt to tune the man out. "Sephiroth was said to be spotted in the lands between Cosmo Canyon and Nibelheim. I'm aware that isn't very helpful, but search the area throughally. It is likely the rumor is false, but we cannot allow it to pass if it is indeed true. Understood?" The upwards infliction at the end of his sentence made the novice turk snap back to attention. Tseng's brow rose, "well? Understood or not?" "I understand," Anje said. "I am curious to know why Rufus has ordered a novice like myself to research into this rumor. If it is true, I know for certain I am no match for the great Sephiroth. I'm likely to be killed." Tseng shook his head. "Like I told you, it is a 99% chance the rumor is false. There is only a 1% chance of you actually coming face to face with the man. Anyhow, you aren't ordered to aprehend him. Just to verify if he is alive and in the area. We cannot risk him coming after Shinra again. We've just managed to rebuild what was lost." Anje sighed. "Understood. Tell President Rufus I will follow the order and report in daily. He will know the moment I find the man, if I do." Tseng nodded, "Then off with you. We should not waste time." She turned and left the briefing room, making her way to her private quarters. Anje hadn't been with the Turks for very long, only a few months, so she wasn't happy to be send on such a delicate mission. If the rumors were true, she knew she could end up dead. No Turk stood a chance against the Great Sephiroth, but she had no choice. The President's order was of the highest rank and she had to follow. Walking into her room, she grabbed up her keys, her weapons(which consisted of a pair of pistols and a semi-automatic), keycard, and cellphone. Then she left the building they'd established in Junon to make her way to the vessel awaiting her arrival. She boarded the boat and before too long, she was in Costa De Sol and getting into her waiting vehicle. When she arrived at Cosmo Canyon, she made camp just inside the forest that had been lowered to ground level by Cloud's team when they'd defeated one of the Weapons. Each day, she reported back to Tseng that she had not sighted Sephiroth no matter the distance she traveled. On the 4th day as she made her way back to camp, she was struck dead in her tracks at the sight that greeted her. The Great Sephiroth was standing in the short, redhead's campsite. His dead, cold eyes were staring directly into her own emerald hues. Her hand shot to grasp onto the pistol concealed on her back; there was no way she could escape now that he'd spotted her. "You," the man started, "are becoming a nuisance. You are in the way of my plans. I can't have that, now can I? Mother would be most displeased." Anje knew she was in trouble. "I'm not here to interfere," she reassured, "I was just sent to verify whether or not you were alive." "That's the problem. If word gets out I'm alive,Cloud" the name was said with clear distaste "and his band of misfits will hunt me down. My plan cannot be at risk of exposure at this time." The man's eyes gleamed maniacally. "Which means now that you have seen me, you must die." With that said, the general charged her, sword aimed directly for her chest. She managed to dive to the side to avoid the blade and as she rolled to face him, she pulled the pistols from the back of her belt. She tapped the button on her cell that she knew would ring Tseng; he would hear what was going on and inform the president. Cloud and his friends would know, one way or another. "Sephiroth!" She deliberately said the man's name, knowing Tseng would snap his attention in response. "Even if you kill me, they will find out. You will be stopped!" "Unlikely," Sephiroth responded. "Now, die!" Anje fired the pistols but the general was fast, blocking the bullets with the blade he always carried with him. He darted at her again and shouldered her to the ground. As she hit the dirt floor hard, he was quick to shove the sword into her upper left hand shoulder to pin her. She lost grip on her pistols as she fell back and cried out in pain as the blood spurted; she couldn't move as the man hovered over her. "It's a shame really," he said as he kneeled down and touched her now blood-stained shoulder length hair. "But it can't be avoided." Anje growled angrilly and spit in the man's face, "kill me if you want! It won't matter!" He locked his hands around her throat and squeezed, making it so she couldn't breathe. She clawed at his hands, trying desperately to breathe but her vision began to fade. She wheezed and then, everything went black.

Vincent leaped through the trees, his powerful legs taking him from tree to tree as easily as any squirrel. He was hurrying through the woods but his dark eyes were still taking in every facet of the land in front of him, searching for the one thing that he had come her to find. He hadn't been ignorant of the rumors of Sephiroth being in this area, and he had even been in the area searching when he had gotten the phone call. Apparently Shinra had lost one of their Turks in the area and she had seen Sephiroth herself. Of course it was hard to tell if that was what she had really seen or if she was just shouting that out of fear, but it had been worth looking into. Vincent didn't care too much about Shinra but the world was finally being put back together and another visit from Sephiroth wouldn't be good for anyone. His sharp eyes caught sight of something and one hand went down to the large handgun on his belt and drew the weapon. The three barreled weapon tracked across the forest floor until it came to rest on the slender form lying on the forest floor. Blood had stained the grass around the body, the wound the blood had come from obvious on her shoulder. The black haired man kept the weapon on the woman, not for sure if this was the missing or Turk or not. It wouldn't be the first time that he had seen a person playing dead in order to get the drop on a person. A breath shuddered her chest though, taking a lot of the choice from Vincent's hands. It was go down there and try to save her or watch her die in front of him. The man might seem cold to many people but he still didn't see any point in letting a woman die if he could stop it. Vincent landed on the ground beside her and flung his cape to the side so that he could kneel beside her without in the way. He reached to his blet and pulled the thing vial of one of the many potions that he carried aroudn with him. It wouldn't heal her wounds completely, that woudl take some time but it would make it so that her recovery woudl be assured. Instead of the sure death that there was now. He tipped the potion down her trhoat, the light green liquid pooling in her mouth and slidding down her throat. Vincent could tell it did her some good, her labored breathes becomeing easier and the sluggish flow of blood stopped.

The day kept playing through her mind like it was on permanent repeat, the pain slicing through her again and again like Sephiroth was still there, stabbing her repeatedly. The wound the general had inflicted upon her continued to send shock waves of pain throughout her shoulder, arm, and chest. Then there was something cold pouring into her mouth and instinctively, she swallowed the liquid. Almost instantly the pain dulled and she could breathe easier, her chest not falling or rising in sporadic bursts anymore. She hovered in and out of consciousness, trying to work her way out of the shadows that now envolped her. It took a great deal of time - she wasn't sure how much time passed before she managed to even crack her eyes open. All that came to her were shapes and everything was blurry. She couldn't tell if it was night or day anymore, either. She coughed a little and managed to open her eyess a bit more, a figure kneeling beside her coming into view. The blurry figure didn't look familiar to her and she tried to push herself up, but she couldn't seem to keep herself up and fell back the mere inch she had managed to push up. "W-who are you?" she managed to ask gently, still feeling a little weak. "Where am I?" Suddenly her eyes widened. "Wait! Sephiroth! Where is he?!"

Vincent looked down at the woman as she began to stir from her unconcious state. It looked like she was finally starting to wake up from her wounds, faster than he figured the potion woudl do on its own. She must be a bit tougher than she looked. Still it was obvious that she wan't going to be going anywhere anytime soon, her wounds still making her too weak to move anytime soon. "Vincent." The dark haired man said, answering her first question with his normally quick speech. "Sephiroth isn't here anymore if he ever was. Just lay down and rest. You aren't going to be able to do anything about it if he is anyway." Vincent placed his hand on her good shoulder and pushed her back to the ground. "Your boss was looking for you." Vincent stood to his feet and let hsi gaze look over the trees around them, making sure that there wasn't anythign out there. Sephiroth aside there were plenty of monsters in the area that could take a hurt woman like her easily. In fact it was suprising that it hadn't happened already.

Jabba the Hutt??s throne room was the most miserable place Princess Leia had ever been. It was made entirely of stone, and therefore was cold. Jabba, of course, couldn??t feel the cold because of his immense girth, but Leia was near to freezing. The room was teeming with activity, soldiers guarding every entrance to the room, all on guard and ready to attack Luke if they needed to. It had come down to the final battle, and Luke needed to be exterminated. Leia sat on a bed of grey and purple pillows at the feet of Jabba. Her dark brown hair was plaited into one very long braid, not allowing her to hide behind her hair. She wore a golden bikini that barely covered her breasts and her bottom. There was a long red sash hanging from the front and back of the bottom of the bikini, but it did nothing to conceal her, it??s purpose was only to arouse those around her even more. There was a gold bracelet around both of her arms, one on her upper right and the other her lower left. She wore a golden collar around her neck, the connected chain was held by Jabba himself. Though it did not look it, the collar was tight around her, so that if she moved even an inch away it would choke her. Leia??s skin was pale and smooth. Her arms, neck, torso, and legs were all exposed. Her skin prickled in the cold, and she was glad of the golden bikini top to hide her nipples, which had hardened only because of the temperature. Every curve of muscle in her body could be seen, only what was absolutely necessary was covered ?? and even that would not remain covered long if all went according to plan. It was time. Luke was going to have his final battle with the fierce rancor. The rancor was ten feet tall, enormous and disgusting. It??s chest was heaving and it was slobbering too. Luke gripped his light saber tightly and looked up at the horrible beast. He took a swing and hit it, but the beast was barely phased. The rancor stormed forward and lifted Luke up and threw him across the room at the stone wall. He hit it hard and slid down to the floor. Leia??s eyes grew wide and she sat up straighter, her eyes glued to her brother. If Luke lost this battle?everything would be over for her. Luke could not lose. But it looked as if he would. The rancor continued to beat on him, Luke barely got a swing in between poundings. Jabba was laughing at Luke, weak and pitiful. The soldiers were inching forward, eager to jump in if need be, but the rancor had everything more than under control. The rancor picked up Luke one last time and held him over his head for a moment before throwing him down to the floor. Everyone in the room could hear Luke??s bones crunch. A few ragged breaths could be heard but in an instant, Luke was dead. Leia screamed when she saw that Luke had died. She tried to stand up and run to him, but she fell back and was choked by the collar. Jabba laughed louder, tugging the leash and pulling her back closer to him. ??No, no!? she screamed, pulling forward as hard as she could, choking herself until her face turned purple. She collapsed on the pillows, her arms still outstretched to Luke. ??No?no,? she gasped, her chest heaving to regain oxygen. Tears filled her eyes; everything was over for her now. She was a slave, a sex slave. She sobbed, covering her face with her hands. After a few moments she raised her head and saw that she was surrounded. All of the soldiers had encircled her, Jabba behind her. Jabba was still booming with laughter, he tugged the leash again, forcing her head to jerk back and look at the soldiers in front of her. They were all smirking at her, their eyes lustful and their skin hot with desire. They wanted only one thing: to destroy her innocence and satiate their needs. Her eyes grew even wider and the color in her face drained. ??No,? she whimpered, her bottom lip trembling. ??No, no?? she scrambled up from the floor, drawing her legs up close to her. She??d been able to evade them before, but now there was no one to save her from Jabba??s wishes and the soldier??s urges.

The wide, expansive room boomed with laughter, laughter that resounded on walls of stone inside the desert cave on Tatooine. The main chamber of Jabba's Palace teemed with men, women and indistinguishable creatures alike, easily a dozen different species represented within the walls, and each of them dangerous, exotically alluring, or both. And all of them heeled to one master, their laughter resounding in part because they truly took amusement in what was before them, and in part because of a fear of offending Lord Hutt otherwise. The creature's short temper was near as infamous as he, and showing anything but the utmost approval of the provided entertainment was the end of the story of too many men. The large hutt could not clap, and his language was known by few, but the look he gave and the excited gestures he showed were echoed in the amusement of all. The Jedi had been slain, his bones crushed, and now the sound of the rancor enjoying his earned meal could be heard through the iron grating below. Bones snapped and sinew ripped, and those whose cheering began to subside only then took notice of the human girl, the once-princess who was now a toy of their lord, struggling and screaming and nearly causing herself to pass out in the process. Some of the guards, perhaps, noticed a bit before anyone else, the large, green pig-like men huddling around Leia on all sides. There were five of them that surrounded her, laughing to themselves in high-pitched squeals, drool dripping from the sharp-toothed lips of one and falling upon the perfect, porcelain-like skin of Leia's bosom, dripping down like a disgusting slime into the right cup of her gilded bra. They stood around her, spears in hand, laughter in the air until it was Jabba who spoke, and it was all who ceased. His words traveled through three different translators until one finally spoke in Leia's language, a golden-hued robot she had come to know well. "Oh... oh dear. P-Princess Leia -- that is, Miss Leia Organa I should probably only refer to you as now, I suppose -- his lordship Jabba would care for you to entertain the crowd. Specifically, he has requested that you join several of the other slaves and lead them in a dance. Oh, and I do hope you please him, Miss Leia! From what I can tell Lord Hutt does not seem the type to possess a great deal of patience. ...What? Yes R2, poor Master Luke, I agree, but be silent!" As the command was translated to numerous other languages the excited men surrounding Leia instantly backed off. Some merely stepped back, returning to their positions against the wall, spear in hand, while one of them approached Jabba himself to obtain the key for Leia's collar. It was with a simple snap that the device opened from around her throat, and by the time she was free the room had fallen to a deafening silence. All quieted. All looked upon her, including her new master. She was expected to perform, and she was expected to perform now -- or else.

Leia cringed and tightened her fists when the green pig-like man drooled on her. Her stomach heaved several times, her instinct to throw up from disgust. She forced herself not to, knowing that the result would only be laughter, disdain, and probably making her live with it being there until it grew even more rancid than it had started. She was still in disbelief that this was really her eternal fate. Luke hadn't really died. He couldn't have. But she looked over to the side of the room, and there were his crushed remains. Han Solo. He was in a dungeon here somewhere, surely he would escape. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and listening for the sounds of him killing his guards and running to save her. The only sounds she heard were the labored breathing of the pig-men and Jabba's deep booming voice. She turned to look at CP30 when he spoke to her. She felt a pang in her heart when he corrected her name. He was right, she was a princess no longer. She was just another girl. She probably wasn't even a Miss anymore, just a slave girl. There was no one to save her, no royal decree to stop Jabba. Her eyes grew wide as the robot told her what she was supposed to do. Lead a dance? With the other slave girls? Her body trembled for a moment as she thought of that. "Must I?" she asked the robot softly, hoping for some kind of reprieve. Of course, she got none, as he nodded to her solemnly. She sighed, she knew she must. She felt slight relief when the collar was removed from her throat, at least there was that. She stood up and moved into the space that had been opened. Several more slave girls, dressed similarly to herself (yet hers was the most ornate), came forward from the side to join her there. Their faces were all expressionless, they were ready to perform as they were told to, no questions asked. She stood straight and began to move her hips in a circle slowly. She raised her arms above her head and twisted them in time with her hip movement. After a few moments she began to move around in a circle. She continued on with a classic royal dance she had been taught when she was very young. It was fairly provacative, but until now it had never held that kind of significance to her. Leia could only hope that Jabba was pleased enough with it.

Quiet. There was quiet at first, and quiet as all only half-watched the slaves begin their performance. The other half of their concentration, their second eyes, for the races that had more than one, were on Jabba, paying close attention to their lord's like or dislike so they could be quick to echo it. The cheering at first was minimal, mostly silence except for a few of the guards being more intoxicated than the others, calling out cat calls in their alien language of choice. Jabba watched. Jabba viewed each of the girls, two Twi'lek women, one with blue-hued skin and one with yellow, a pair of blonde Human twins, a Gungan female, and now Leia acted as his entertainment for the evening. They weren't all he possessed, not by far, but they were the current girls he had chosen from his harem to entertain his guests. The rest, the less exciting of the girls were either recovering from beatings from their poor performances, or had become a recent meal for his rancor pet. Leia would learn soon that the flow of new women to replace those lost in his palace was a constant one. The din fell low and stayed there for the first minute of the womens' performance. Jabba could have been mesmerized, or he could have been asleep, the large, drooling worm nigh impossible to read even by those who translated his every word. Then, with a sudden bellow Jabba slammed an arm down on his large, lengthy stone throne, pointing out a finger at the women as he spouted out several angry sounding words. "Shit!" whispered one of the blondes, this one directly to Leia's right. "Jabba no wakka la tru na tu pei mok-shoo'n!" The translators quickly went to work, one to another, that to a third as they tried explaining their lord's current displeasure to everyone in their own unique languages. "Do something, do somethingquick, new girl," the generously buxom blonde continued in a hasty whisper, her body never faltering, never missing a step in trying to copy Leia's dance, though her expression was forced as to hide the worry wracking through her half-naked body. "Jabba wantsyouto lead the dance, sowehave to follow that lead... and if we don't keep him entertained it'll be the end for someone!"

A deep sigh echoed from a young man as he walked the rain poured around him. The road was muddy as hell, which was no surprise. It had been raining for a good few hours at least, which did bother him a lot. He had to walk from a outlaying village not part of the normal towns. He wanted to be a pokemon trainer, thus he had no choice. No one in his village had any pokemon who could fight or anything. They were all pets, and he was not about to catch a basic pokemon as his first. That went against his pride, as a man! He would get a good pokemon from the professor if it killed him! Then again he had to right to ask for such a thing.... Yet another deep sigh echoed out of his mouth as he walked along path. It wasn't till he looked ahead, and saw something poking out of the muddy road. He was unsure what it was, thus he moved closer, with caution though. It was a figure of someone, there was slight traces of white stuff on it's back side. Hovering over it, he whipped the mud where a face would be off. Only to find this figure to be a living breathing human! He freaked to say the least, confused on what to do he quickly realized she was nude and in the rain! For who knows how long she had been there! He quickly took off his back pack and strapped it to his front side. He closed his umbrella and quickly put it in the bag. Taking off his coat he placed it on the girls back. Taking a deep breath he haled her up and lifted her onto his back piggy back style. "Your going to be alright you hear me!? All get you to the Professes lab quickly, im sure he will know what to do so just hang on!" He yelled to her, starting to run, through the mud. He had no idea why he was doing this. It was his instincts, just telling him to react, to act, to help her. He ran as fast as he could for nearly fifteen minutes feeling as though it was a race for time. Arriving at the professors gate, he struggling to lift his arm from carrying her and running to ring the door bell but he did summon the power. "Professor...H...Help...." The young man said before everything went black, he could feel himself landing face first with a thud into the mud though. It wasn't till two hours later did her jolt up from the couch he was resting from and the first thought that went through his mind was the girl. "The girl!" He repeated his though looking around frantically, this wasn't the outside in the rain, he was inside. "Glad your awake!" A voice of an old man came from down the hall. The two talked and he explained what he had found, she was seemingly raped and left for dead.For some reason this annoyed him, greatly. "Is she going to be alright?" He asked the professor a odd sense of honesty came from his question, he seemed worried and agitated."Shes going to be fine Alvion, she is just resting. What is your relationship to that girl anyways? You said when we spoke over the video phone you would be coming alone." The professor replied to him, assuring him she would be. He was curious why he had brought a nude, brutally raped girl, to his door step. He was suspicious that he was the one who did it and felt bad, going back getting her, and coming here to save her."None really, I have been on the road since I last called. I found her covered in mud on the road, like that. I couldn't just leave her there!" He stated proudly, and he didn't seem to be lying. The two men continued to talk, keeping there voices down, not to wake the girl in the other room.

Junko walked next to her pokemon, she loved the little rascal, he always was happy when around her. She needed to take a break, she needed to eat something and give her pokemon something to eat as well. She looked at the sky as her pokemon ate, a shadow went over her face as she noticed someone was near. She looked back and could not believe her eyes, it was the pokemon champion, "L...Lance". Was all she could say before he grabbed his pokeball and summoned a Charizard. She stood up and looked at them, not really knowing what they were doing, with a quick word Junko was on the floor. Her pokemon tried to defend her, only to fall after one hit, without saying anything he took out his cock and pushed it deep on her ass, her screams became apparent as nobody came near but he had to shut her up. Placing a tape gag he shut her up, after the raping she could not stand up, the charizard hit her on the floor two more times with his big tail then both of them walked out with her stuff. She woke up screaming, dreaming all of what happened to her. She looked around and she was on a bed. She placed her head back into the pillow as she looked around for her pokemon, "K...kiro? you are there?"no answer. She was now starting to get worried, she could not believe Kiro did not answered. After a lot of calling she started crying, she was sure Kiro was not there, where could he be?. She sighed as her tears overflowed her, not because she was raped, but because she lost her most precious friend.

Nether of them were quite sure what had happened, but asking her would be the best idea. It was no weather to go out in anyways. Alvion had changed into new, not so muddy clothes and taken a shower. He explained all that had happened on his trip, and how the reason he found her is because he didn't want to wait till the rain had stopped. "You see, I have been traveling a lot, and spend a few days pulling all nighters, which explains why I am early." Alvion complained, he did take note that the old man didn't quite believe him. He sighed deeply, saving this girl might of cost him the whole trip. Well it would be worth it, he had gotten to see her face more cleaned off. It wasn't long before they heard the scream, even though she was a ways away it was still something they knew to look for. The pair rushed to the room crashing through the door. "Are you alright!?" Alvion spoke looking at the girl who was crying. He had no clue of her pokemon, so his assumption was she was crying because she was brutally rapped. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. He wanted to go give her a hug, but he didn't know her that well. He wanted to do something for her. Not helping her now or at least trying would hurt his code of honor. Alvion wordless, in a single motion, he moved to the side of her bed, sitting down. "I know, we don't know one another... But what happened goes against everything I stand for! I swear to you I will find the ones who did this to you! You can trust me on that!" Alvion said with a grin, he was quite serious. So much so it kept the professor quiet. He wanted to try and reassure her, perhaps cheer her up a bit. It was perhaps all he could do to help her.

She looked at the guy who entered and that made her more pissed off. She sighed and smirked, "do you think I care what happened to me? I am looking for my pokemon". She got off the bed looking below the bed and all around the room, she felt naked without her pokemon and maybe she was naked right now but she did not cared. She sighed as she thought it might be stolen, "That damn Lance...". Just when she was about to run off the pain from the hit of charizard came back and she dropped in the floor. She groaned placing her hand on her back, a serious burn showing of what appeared to be a fire pokemon burn. She groaned as she quickly crawled to the bed. She placed her head on the pillow as she tried to let the pain fade away. She panted as she knew the pain was just starting, not having her pokemon was worse than anything, "K...kiro....", she said as she closed her eyes and began crying again.

This woman sent him aback, when she snapped at him. Her Pokemon...? They were just beasts weren't they? Things you use for fame, and fortune right? No... They were more at least to this girl. His hair fell over his right eye, from what she said next. L.A.N.C.E, not entirely a word that was good used in a sentence. She was being serious, there was no doubting that. His eyes began to narrow in on her. "It can't be.... H...Hes a Hero.... I admire him.... He helped my littl-" Alvion spoke his eyes looking slanted by this point. It was then he remembered something, something he never thought of. Three girls, all around the age he was now, were knocked up. Yet they never said who was the father. Each baby and mother disappeared in the next two years. Everyone thought they had just run off with the babies, unable to cope with the shame. Then it hit him, what if she really was telling the truth. If he was the one... Then those girls... He could of... Rage boiled in the pit of his gut. Then all the Pokemon he had, even those creatures, no matter how much people made the fight one another... If he was willing to take human life then... What kind of torture could he of done to them. It was at that time, that the professor popped off, setting the spark in a blaze. "Lace has been under investigate constantly for crimes of this sort. But he never leaves proof, just like now. Girl, with all the mud and raid water, there is no trace of him, I have already checked, if you will excuse the slight violation... As for your pokemon, this fellow would be the only one who kno-" The professor explained till he heard his floor getting a fist size indent. The professor eyed them both, a odd feeling came from them both. A strange drive, that was berried to fight. "Is this.... How the 'Elite's and there Champion' do things? Trample on other peoples lives, using and abusing them then throwing them away like there trash!? If there tormenting people like this then what about the pokemon, how much pain could they be in!?" Alvion yelled, he didn't really care about to much about pokemon but... Inflicting pain like that for no reason but your own pleasure, taking or killing those precious to someone, someone like her, or who know who else. He Raped her... He left her for dead... He killed or stole her impotent friends.... he took the lives of three villagers from his home town... And who knows how many others have died by his hands. "Professor.... If a trainer beats the champion at the Indigo 'games' he can ask one thing of the champion right...?" Alvion asked in a cold and heartless tone his eyes down cast, hair falling around them so they could not be seen. "That's right... Why?" The professor stated before he realized the brats intention. Lance was the Champion. If he won then he could ask Lance to do what ever he wanted. "Boy your getting delusional, rage tends to get the better of people's insti-" The professor found himself at a loss for words, as he was before. He silenced himself, sighing in reluctant. "Kids these days, seems blood lust of old ages, doesn't die in some bloodlines.... Alvion, I want you to stay in this room with the girl, till we can get her well enough to move. Those burns, are not normal, there from a pokemon after all. She is going to be in a lot of pain, and that mark won't be a pretty sight, it will be scar she will carry the rest of her life no doubt. Watch over her, and don't let her leave, if you want your pokemon." The Professor told Alvion leaving the rooms sighing to himself. He wondered what kind of mess he had gotten himself into. Alvion himself moved form the floor to the couch laying down on it. The air was tense now, more so then in the beginning. He himself was trying to figure it all out, everything seemed to just scramble into his head, so much so it made him dizzy.

She groaned and sat on the bed, her wounds still fresh and still hurting. She looked at both of them talk about Lance and the nightmare started again on her mind. Her mind going around and remembering all the things he done to her. She could not believe that was her fate, being a victim of a rape by the champ. She looked around for her things and sighed, he must had stolen the rest of her things as well. It was not enough to be raped, and now she was stolen. She sighed and looked at the boy, he felt bad for the way she snapped at him "I am sorry, I just lost Kiro and I am lost without him". She sighed and tried to lay down on the bed, her burns making it impossible to be on her back so she had to turn around. "I...I was eating with Kiro on the corner of the road, Lance came and without saying a word he summoned a charizard and got us both on the floor in one hit. After that he...he...raped me and let his charizard hit me two more times on the back, that is all I remember, I blacked out after that". She was obviously hurt by wild pokemon that passed by, she groaned and sighed. She decided she was not going to be like that, a rape victim. "I will kill lance, I will set free his pokemon, I will take back Kiro, I swear it". She groaned as she looked at the boy, he was shaken up, "I am alright you know, beat up but alright, I will be back on the road in no time. I will have to get a pokemon though, I cannot do anything without a pokemon to raise".

Alvion was laying there staring at the ceiling. The was all wrong, Lance was supposed to be a hero. The worlds best dragon tamer, the supposed best Pokemon, and also the rarest. But what he saw here... It made him think, that maybe he was just using that power to feed his sick and twisted pleasures.... He was surprised that she was apologizing, yet he remained quiet sitting up. His moments at this moment resembled a puppet being pulled up. She was right to snap at him, after all he knew nothing of the situation, and he stated he would find the one who did it. This just gave him a more vicious motivation. Listening to her tell him the more closely related details, of what happened it made his desire more vicious. Alvion was raised under a code of honor. His father, was a former gym leader, who gave up his position to raise a family far away from these things. Yet born by blood by blood undone, he found his son was going to follow the path of a trainer, and nothing would stop him. Alvion just never realized the reality of it all... Being a trainer, was going to be a lot harder, and colder then he thought. Alvion's glare moved to the girl, he wasn't trying to glare, but at this moment glaring was all he could do. "Rest up, the Doc said, the wounds will scar, but you should be up with minor pain. He said something about giving you pain killers too. All go see if I can get you some now to relieve the pain." Alvion sated and stood up, heading to the door. He did stop and turn back when he heard her speak of lance. He was indeed shaken by the happenings but this was most likely be the best. If he didn't learn of it now, when he couldn't beat lance, he would of most likely flew into a rage, and killed lance, and that would just be doing what lance would. "It seems as though we can be allies, we share the same goal... And all see about a pokemon for you. Vengeance isn't a noble pursuit but it is something that needs to be done." Alvion commented, he spoke in a unsure tone. One would guess that he was unsure if she, or he could ever beat lance. But they had to try, and no better time then the present. Alvion left for a good twenty minutes, before returning with the professor, with a needle in hand. Alvion watched as the professor made a B-line to her taking her arm in his hand, injecting her with pain killers without saying a word. Alvion thanked the Professor as he left, without a word. Alvion had calmed down, the professor, nearly went off. As all professors they valued pokemon normally above humans. The actions he used with Charizard disturbed him greatly, what could he of done to those pokemon, to follow such a cruel order. Alvion returned to his seat, and laid back down. He intended to stay there all night. "Those pain killers should dull the pain, so that should help you get some rest. The professor will get you some clothes before you wake up in the morning. But he has to go out and take care of the pokemon, the storm seems to of worsened, so all be staying with you the rest of the night. Alvion Nightbane, at your servos, tell me if you need anything, and all help you get it or do it." Alvion sounded calmer now then he was before, most likely because he was venting his anger and confusion to the professor. He did seem rather tired, the adrenaline seemed to of worn off, and not only that he now had a bandage on his hand, which gave him a source of pain, in which he ignored by this point.

She looked away as the needle was placed on her arm, she hated needles since little. She was born on a rather rich family, she never cared much about money or the family business. She loved pokemon and Kiro had a special place in her hearth as the first pokemon she got when she was five years old. Now after ten years that happened that split both of them. She sobbed thinking of the past, not really hearing what he was saying. She wanted to defeat lance, in order to do that she had to beat the gym leaders and the elite four, she had a long way to go. She sighed and looked at him, "you know, Kiro was very special to me, it was my first pokemon, my father gave it to me before he died". She sighed and thought she lost Kiro for good. She hated not being able to do anything, she hated even more that she let Kiro down. She sighed and stood up, not wanting to wait any longer as she needed to be going. As she walked the first step the drug of the professor knocked her out, and she was sleeping on the floor before she knew it. Her body cold and her wounds at plain view, if anyone touched the wounds it would hurt like hell, if there was any clothes for her it would have to be with her back exposed so the clothes does not damage her burns, or she being patched up, she did not think there was a cure like pokemon have cure, humans are more difficult to heal, physically and emotionally.

Alvion had no idea what this girl was thinking or feeling right now. Pain, sorrow, anger, rage, were clear, but how all she felt was something he wouldn't know. With knowing nothing about her he could never hope to know. But she shared the goal he now had, which made them allies in some respect. He did still feel sorry for her, but he also felt slightly envious of her, how she spoke of pokemon. His father had kept him as far away from them as he could. He never understood it but he guessed so he didn't get attached to them. He knew what it would take to get to lance, and she couldn't do it alone. But nore could he, if he could beat her and do such things with nothing but a snap of the fingers, with a single pokemon, one attack. He was not someone that was in the league of normal trainers. He was dishearten to hear, that pokemon was a gift from her diseased father, his last gift was the request not to become a trainer. Which he was going to ignore to follow his own passion. "Wait! What do you think your doing!? Your going to kill yourself! Would your poke-" He yelled jumping up about to run to her. It was at the moment he was cut off she collapsed. He was quite creeped out by that, what the hell kind of sedatives did that guy give her? A large pokemon sleeping pill? To be knocked out so suddenly like that. It was a scary thing but that mark on her back. One long lash, larger then the tip of a Charizards tail, it must of been two hits at least. "The professor said he had something that would help your back, lets hope he was right." He said carefully lifting her up and back on the bed. He wasn't really concerned where he grabbed or how he did it, but he did it. He wouldn't realize it till later, he had fondled her unintentionally. ???Hours later.??? Alvion was dead asleep at the edge of the bed quite oblivious, of why he was asleep there. But that's where he awoke, feeling it odd that he was there. His initial thought was, 'where am I...?' Though it quickly donged on him, of yesterdays happening. So much, so quickly, it caused a headache. But at least he saw the girl was still asleep and fine. He headed out of the room quietly to find the professor. Her clothes were already there, a backless shirt that tied around the neck, and the base of her back where she was not burnt. He was glad about that, but then again, her burn... It didn't take Alvion long to find the professor in his lab. "Mornin doc... hows the patient...?" Alvion asked in a tone that he made it apparent that he being a punk. He was worried about her though, it wasn't hard to tell. "She will be fine, I tended to her wound this morning, before you both were still asleep. Her wound is bandaged with a gel that will alleviate her pain and let her move a bit better." He spoke calmly as he tossed him a tube of the gel. He knew Alvion was confused why he gave it to him and not her. The two stared at one another for a good while. "Your going to go with her right? Your 'honor' won't let you leave her go out alone at least not like that." He told him, as he went back to work. He was glad that this kid was just like his father. Hard headed and a strong code of honor. The two of them remained silent for a long time.

She began dreaming of her distant past, a past ten years ago. She was on her house, watching some cartoons, life did not bothered her, she was happy with two wonderful parents. That night his father came with a rather large box as a gift for her. He had it wrapped on paper with a lot of holes all around, it was obvious it was something alive. She opened the box, and inside was something she could not believe a pokemon. She took the pokemon and started to play with him, the two quickly bonded. It passed five years, Kiro had defended her time and time again from bullies at her school. She felt safe with him and he felt happy with her. One time a few boys started to pick on Junko and Kiro, they beat Kiro with another pokemon and started bulling Junko. Kiro was so mad that he evolved right there, turning into a huge Arcanine. He defended her and from that point on they were respected. Junko woke up, her back still in a bit of pain but she noticed she was bandaged and some kind of cream of gel on her back. She stood up feeling better, looking around she sighed not noticing Kiro in there. She was brought back to reality, she needed a pokemon and some clothes if she was going to get out of there, also she needed to go to her mother and tell her what happened. She sighed and opened the door to the room, she started hearing what they were talking about. For the looks of things he was coming with her, that did not bothered her since she could use a backup in case something happened, obviously she was still a weak trainer. She groaned covering herself with a blanket and approached the room knocking the door first, "Mm excuse me professor, I just wanted to thank you for everything, I would had died if you two were not there, and I am sorry to cause you so much trouble". She bowed and kept her head down, not really knowing how to thank the professor for the things he had done, "I am ready to talk...", she started telling the story since he young age with Kiro to now, she obviously loved that pokemon. She paused in the part of the rape, after getting a big breath she kept talking to the two men.

Both of them had been talking about how to bandage her back, and not hurt her in the process. Alvion took it all in with ease, he was already kinda good at first aid. Seeing as he had a little brother, he had to be. The two stopped when she knocked turning to the door. Both listened to her in silence. After all it would be rude and harmful to interrupt her now.The professor sighed, this went deeper then he thought. But then again it wasn't his problem, though he had made it his. Sighing he snatched the two things he had been working on, Pokeball's. "Inside both of those is a Eevee, The pokemon in both of those are twins. They have a deep connection to one another, I would recommend both of you stay within a close proximity to one another. But seeing as Sir, Reckless over there intends to go with you girl, I doubt there will be much problem with that fact. Now then take these-" The professor explained tossing Alvion two packs, it was clear by the wight what they were. Alvion looked at him rather confused. He looked into the new pack and his own, to find there was more in it, food, and all the stuff he was missing, there was a bunch of clothes for the girl as well, as well as traveling gear. "Doc...Why did you...?" Alvion asked rather confused. Why was the professor helping them both this much? It didn't make sense to him. Then he remembered what the professor had done when he heard about the pokemon. Everyone seemed to care so much about these things. What was it about these things that made them so special... "You guys got things you got ta do so get outta here. Your going to want to go to Pewter City though Virdian forest. Call me if you two need help, now I gotta get back to work." The professor said leaving the room. He was clearly leaving things up to the the tow of them. He didn't know what else to say to them. He was a Pokemon professor, not a councilor. Alvion just grinned, and attached the ball to his belt, then slung the packs on his shoulder, with the gel already in his pack. "He was right you know, I intend to head off with you. We both have the same goal, to make that bastard Lance pay for what he has done, after all." Alvion said with a grin on his face, he headed to the door. Opening it to for her, and lead her out and onto the path leading out. "Lance were coming for you, and when we get there, your going down!" Alvion said in a cheery tone, trying to lighten the mood. He took the lead not paying attention if she was following. He figured she would, after all he had her pack as well.

She looked at the professor and all that was handed to her, she was surprised that she was even given a pokemon. She nooded as she got dressed just as they spoke, she did not cared being naked around them, they already saw her naked. She sighed and looked at her new clothes, it was weird but in a way she felt like she was before the attack. She sighed and grabbed the pokeball summoning the evee. She smiled at the cute little thing and grabbed her, "your coming with me, out of the pokeball". She smirked and headed out with the boy waving at the professor as she left. She looked at the boy, he was weird in a way, but so was she, she sighed and looked at him, he was still pretty new to the world. She stopped him and took a deep breath, "first of all, thank you for your help. Secondly I suggest you take out your evee, you see some pokemon evolve if they like you, so I suggest you keep him or her liking you, the best way to do that is by traveling with him or her like a companion. She looked at her evee wich smiled, "Right little girl?". She sighed and smiled, "looks like I am going to teach you a lot about pokemon". She grinned as she took the lead walking, her evee by her side happy to be out of the pokeball.

He hadn't payed any attention to her changing into clothes. He was to concentrated on the professor. He listened to her quite intently. He was quite confused about what she was talking about. He had- That was right she was still asleep when he had done it. It was at that moment a small blur could be seen jumping from the professors wall, onto Alvion's head. "He was already out already, i woke up earlier, and it was your pokeball he had to fix, so I let him out to go play with the others before he left. The professor most likely went and told him we were heading off." Alvion explained, he already knew what pokemon he was getting, so he studied up on them. Eevee the Evolutionary pokemon, it evolves into seven types of pokemon. He already knew what type he wanted this his little Eevee to evolve into. But then it was not really his choice, it was this little ones. "I know a bit more then you seem to give me credit for." Alvion laughed, taking the lead ahead of her, sticking out his tongue.

She nods, she looked at the boy and sighed, "I have to go home for a bit, I need to tell mom what happened". She sighed and took out the map of the country, she traced the steps a good two hours walk to her home, "Two hours then we can get home, I can get a few of my stuff that I left behind". She placed the map away and started to walk, each step felt like a rush of pain on her back, it was a little bit better because of the gel but still hurt. She walked for over two hours then she got into her house, a huge house. Her mother was the president of the T.V. station on the city. She opened the door and saw her mother cooking, she rushed toward her mother giving her a big hug and now broken up crying thinking that she had let down her father, "M...mom....something happened, I....I was raped, Kiro was...stolen", she cried finally feeling a bit safe between her mother's arms.

Alvion didn't argue with her. He had no reason to, this was her choice. He would of stayed away from his mother till after he had finished things. Alvion remained silent though out the trip. he didn't want anything to start, she was most likely dealing with a lot going to try and tell her mother. This took a lot of courage, to tell anyone else today. He couldn't help but be astounded by her home. "Woah, ritzy, ritzy, that's one house ya got there." Alvion commented as his Eevee, who he was calling Allo, yawned hopping off of his head. Allo followed his master after the girl into the house. He stood off in the distance near the door, he didn't want to interrupt it, Allo remained with him. Junko's mother was in the kitchen cooking. She turned her head to the door as it opened. She nearly dropped what she was doing. She sat the knife down carefully before moving to her daughter who rushed into her arms. She was surprised by the tackle, she was about to put her hands on her back, but saw the bandages. "Everything alright, Mommies here... What happened to you dear?" Her mother asked her calmly, she was clearly worried though. She was surprised by what her daughter said hugging her close her eyes tearing up. The word 'Lance...' could be heard echoing from Alvion. Jessica Anzaker, Junko's mother hid her surprise quite well. Lance? That man who came asking about her daughter? This made he want to keep quiet, much more about it. "Everything will be alright." Her attention was on Alvion as his was on her. Jessica smiled at him, then spoke to her daughter. "Don't you think you should introduce your sweet old mother to that dashing young man, who's with you?" Jessica said, she was well known to hitting on young men. Many of which would be her daughters friends.

She looked at her mother after she finished crying and sighed, her mother was always like that since she was little. She shook her head and sighed, "your not going to take him into your bed mom, he is the one who found me". She sighed and looked at her mother, she did not looked worried at all, that was her mother, no matter how much she tried she could not make her mother care. She shook her head and sighed, "You daughter came here, pouring her hearth out and you can only see her friend? you know what? forget it, I am getting my stuff and getting out of here". With a mad look she ran to her room and grabbed a few of her clothes, a picture of Kiro and her and some other stuff like money, and potions and stuff like that. She came running back down and walked away, "let's go, we have a job to do". She moved away from her house, now from a scared mood to more of a mad mood. She sighed as she walked to the pokemon center, she grabbed her Kira and patted her, Kira smiled and licked her face. She sighed and looked around, so many trainers on the middle of their carriers and she was beginning once again. A voice was heard in front of her, she looked up and saw a old friend, she smiled and hugged him, "Zara, long time no see". He smiled and nodded, "Where is kiro? and what the hell happened to your back". He sat by her side as she told him everything.

Jessica whined at her daughter when she told her she couldn't take him to bed. "But Junko! Hes cute~!" She whined to her daughter. She was paying attention to her, really she was. But this time she was trying to get her to storm off. Once she had done as she was meant to do Jessica went to Alvion sizing him up. "Im Jessica Anzaker, Junkos mother. We don't have much time till miss hissy fit comes back down. Lance came here, looking for her, I have a feeling he is after her now. Will you watch over my little Junko, shes all that I have left..." Jessica asked in a calm tone. She was quite serious and was going to pry the answer from him. She smiled warmly as the boy nodded to her. She leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly. "Thank you, it seems my little girl got a good boyfriend." Jessica said with a wink, as she headed off into the kitchen. Before he could respond 'little miss hissy' came down and quite literally dragged him away. Alvion remained silent as he was being dragged his Allo was back on his head, the safest place. It wasn't till they were at the Pokemon center that she stopped, though he dared not get up yet. She was now talking to a friend. "Junko am I allowed up or am I going to continue being your 'rag drag' doll? And hey, im Alvion down here..." Alvion stated look at the two talking. He began to wonder how much his shirt had stretched from this. But it seemed as though Junko had calmed down.

I saw Lance here a couple of hours ago. He went to some houses then left, I do not know what happened to him, but he is not the same as he was. The boy sat besides her and sighed, "I am sorry that bastard did that to you, I wish there was something I can do J". He smiled as he gave her a pendant, he saw Junko's eyes water as she recognized the pendant, it was the one Kiro wore around his neck, "He dropped this, I am sorry Junko, I will do my best to come up with info, I will contact you if I do". He smiled hugging Junko softly then walked off. Junko looked at her feet at Al and smiled, "oh sorry sorry". She smirked letting him go, she stood up and got her things, "Well time to start to become strong once again, right little buddy". Kira smiled and licked Junko's face. She sighed as she started to walk off, as she walked she heard a huge growl, that sound was very familiar to her, "Cannot be...". With that she stormed off to the forest in the sound of the howling. After running for about five minutes she noticed something big on the corner of the road, it was orange and black. Her eyes watered as she ran to the pokemon dropping her things to the floor, her Evee was on the front part of her shirt where she kept small pokemon that she wanted to train. She noticed a scar on the pokemon, that was when she realized who that pokemon was, "KIRO". She hugged kiro just to back off as she heard him in pain. She looked around and saw a few wounds, deadly ones all around his body, he was strong getting out of his hideout and running here, but his energies were almost drained. She stood besides his head and placed his huge head on her lap, she looked at the pokemon that was guarding something with his paw, she did not had time to look at it as the pokemon became more and more anxious then closed his eyes and stop breathing. Junk started to push Kiro, pushing him gently as trying to wake him up, "Kiro? are you okay?". She felt his pulse then her mood became histerical as she started crying hugging Kiro's head. She cried out, her tears falling into the pokemons face as he did not reacted. She did not even wished someone to tell her what she already knew. She continued to hug him, and then started to pat his head, she refused to believe he was dead. She cried out to him, people gathering around to see what had happened. Zara showed up too and rushed toward her, looking at the pokemon and taking a deep sigh, "I am sorry J...". He stood up looking at what he had under his paw, it was a egg. He placed the egg besides her and walked away to give her space.

The Louvre Museum was a natural gathering place for the masses. The building itself was a glittering piece of artwork in modern and ancient architecture. Rich or middle class, the public was always an ardent participant of its exhibits and presentations. Tourists, of course, made up the greatest bulk of any attraction. The visitors that were now mulling about the exhibit halls after hours belonged to just that. They were also among the rich and famous, most of them, many who had been invited as generous benefactors and contributors to a new section of the museum which was opening. Others were simply there by interest and avidity alone, but none for no reason. Oddly enough, it wasn't for the Mona Lisa. It was a privileged event. Its attendants were decked out in their fabulous gowns and comely suits. The silk and rhinestone sequins, the brand names and make, might have rivaled the cost of the dcor around them. Ceramics and tapestries were set up along an array of exotic plants to depict history from South Americas tropical rain forests and creatures. Some of the foliage itself was carved out of jade, the natural highlights and contours of the precious stone alternating pale green and dark emerald by a whim of nature. A number of furs and animals were also displayed, glass eyes docile and thoroughly dead as they prowled behind glass cases or amongst the very aisle way. Those she held a remarkable distaste for. A few of the most priceless, as well as bizarre, pieces were the jewels. Lined in rows and rows of glimmering wealth, carved from old knowledge and withstanding the tests of time, precious metals and gems gleamed beneath the flattering lighting beaming down upon the bed of lush velvets and cushions. While everyone might have sported their own trappings, it was the bead upon beads of water opals, the sizes of the diamonds, and the elaborate carvings upon a single pendent, that caught the most attention. Maybe professors and antique collectors entertained groups of other intellects for conversation. Others mulled about in their groups and social circles, greeting one another politely and commenting every now and then upon whatever was at hand. A tall champagne glass resided within the clutch of her slender fingers. The lady stood, surprisingly, alone. A dark red dress draped her form, subtly drawing attention to and flattering her curves and the pale of her throat. She was just another honored guest, one that had donated a large sum of money to the exhibit which was intended to preserve the beauty of the rain forests that the exhibit only temporarily attempted to capture and portray. A rather somber expression seemed to mask her fair features, crimson lips pulled to a slight frown as her crossed arms and green gaze looked down upon a particularly peculiar necklace in its display case. Tiger eye stones. Common enough from any novelty rock tumbler, but unique because of its age, design, and origins. The concentric circles in each truly did seem to gleam like a dozen tiger's staring up from the black velvet. She appeared to be contemplating something, if only they knew what.

The party had started but one of its expected guests was running quite fashionably late. However, the sound of helicopter blades whirling rather loudly were soon heard as a black helicopter descended through the night sky and thereafter soon landed upon the cobbled stones before the Louvre. The distinctive logo of Wayne Enterprises was seen upon its tail and as it landed the doors slide open and a moment later the tuxedo clad form of its rather dapper occupant emerged from the helicopter with what appeared to be a trio of blonde Russian tennis players. Clad in suit so finely tailored that it looked expensive even in this gala environment, Bruce Wayne entered the party with a bevy of girls on his arm. A grin graced his lips as he looked around the crowd. A hand was raised to wave as he sauntered within, acting very much as though this was entirely normal and he did it all the time. After all he was Bruce Wayne, he sort of did. If nothing else being filthy rich was the sort of thing you have to take advantage of and really enjoy. A number of people rushed towards him to greet him and like some sort of king he politely smiled, waved and greeted them all in turn. At one point he leaned in towards one of the girls who were there with him and idly inquired Why are we here again? In a heavy Russian accent she murmured Something about saving the Rainforest. He nodded Ah yes, I do like breathing, rainforests are good. He stated rather airly as he looked over his shoulder Wheres the guy with my big cheque? As though the question having been asked a fellow holding a rather large novelty cheque for a million dollars was lagging behind from the helicopter. Bruce paused as he waited for the fellow to catch up and then managed to halt the general murmur of the crowd as a microphone was brought to him as he remarked Thank you everyone, I just wanted to say Im happy to be here. This is a lovely party and the rainforest is definitely a good cause. So I wanted to show my support and donate a million dollars to saving the rainforest. With that said the large cheque was presented and then Bruce Wayne wandered over towards the bar.

It seemed that the terms for fashionably late applied in Paris just as much, if not more, than in Gotham where the man hailed. As the raucous sounds from the helicopter called for all their attention, dozens of gazes were drawn up to the glass ceilings and the bespeckled stars past the sheer black metal. Several left their posts and observations to go and see the spectacle, while others slowly ambled along, all of the movement flowing towards the entrance where the attention grabbing idol would soon appear. Very few stayed behind. It might have been planned, the way the masses simply seemed to form around the source of light and charisma emanating from a very quick and brief speech, and how quickly the microphone was brought up. As the awes and applause rose up in the main lobby of the eastern museum wing, she passed a glance backwards on her way towards the lounge area. She had given quite a sum to the charity ball, but no where near the offering Mr. Wayne had heralded in. It wasn't so much that she was envious or indebted, but the airs he had put on gave her some need to be distant from them. It was rather suffocating, showing off. And there would be plenty of opportunities to be introduced to a man who needed no introduction during their night there, certainly. A scholarly looking man in a white suit was explaining the intricacies and economy of Gotham City, spurred by the new arrival. It was to that little gathering that she lingered to hear and learn more. Overbearing as the young multi-billionaire was, it didn't hurt to know what she could. Her presence was noted when she gave that acquaintance a small smile. It was all it ever took. "Ah, Ms. Kyle, you've not yet been introduced to Mr. Wayne have you? I'm sure you appreciate the donation as much as our museum does." The PhD began, offering his arm as an escort to her. He was one of the few there that she respected to some degree, and was one of the better people for it. "While his contribution was anticipated, it was far more generous than who'd have ever thought. Perhaps you two have something in common." "Perhaps." Selina supported, despite the shadow of doubt. "Is he always doing this?" "The helicopter or the check?" "Both," she grinned, her dark eyes picking apart the crowds. "Well, why don't you ask him for yourself?" Professor Trepany suggested, the group that had gathered around the man of the hour noting their presence. The enigmatic woman and the elderly official made a rather striking pair. "Welcome to France, Mr. Wayne. If I might introduce to you the director of this particular charity project, Selina Kyle." "I thought I'd express my gratitude on behalf of the endangered species you've spared tonight," She continued with a lightness to her tone. "Tell me, what prompted such a generous whim?" The attention of the people around them became focused and polite. Inquiring minds might want to know. "Thinking about adopting a stray panther in the future?"

Bruce Wayne indeed seemed to have arrived and subsequently become the focus of the attention of many at this particular function. Oh undoubtedly some of the locals thought his arrival slightly ostentatious but his reputation as a whimsical, affable American playboy tended to precede him. Beyond that being the richest fellow in the room tended to give him a him license to behave however he wanted. A bottle of champagne was popped open at the bar as various party going came to great him, commend him on his generosity and naturally women arrived to faun over him. He very much looked the part he was expected to play. His facial features were strong and solidly masculine in their disposition. Dark eyes and dark hair met tanned skin and an easy, casual smile to give him a rather charming appearance. His form seemed rather fit with the tailored suit he wore displaying it to some degree. A good breadth to his shoulders was also displayed. A glass of champagne was in his hand and he seemed to be drinking from it readily enough. His other hand gesturing as he related a joke of some sort or another. As Professor Trepany and Selina approached him he idly noted And there is a man after my own heart here at a party with a woman half his age. Those who lingered about him laughed in an appropriately sycophantic manner. However, he simply grinned to the two of them and nodded slightly as he noted Evening to both of you, if you havent heard Im Bruce Wayne. Ah yes, it is a pleasure to be here in France. I dont think think Ive ever been to France when its this cold outside. Usually Im on the beach in Provence, enjoying the sand and the view. He grinned as it seemed a more appropriate answer than the women. As for whether you might introduce me to Ms. Kyle I suspect you just have. Not that Im one to complain of being introduced to striking women. A good evening to you then Selina. Ah the generous donation, well you see I was sitting on my couch watching some tv and my keys fell out of my pocket. I had to turn over the cushion to retrieve them and found some spare change, so I thought Id pass that along. The remark provoked laughter from those surrounding them and he took a ship of champagne before shrugging his shoulder slightly. But more seriously Selina, I just try to do my part to make the world a better place. Perhaps Im just more fortunate than others is being able to do a little bit more. He winked to her as he noted And I dont know about stray panthers, but Ive been known to keep things which followed me home.

She was mildly amused at the answers he gave. While the chorus of laughter bubbled up around them, rising to the surface like the sparkling champagne, a small quirk curved the corner of her lips, lilting with the loft of a fine chestnut tinted brow. She was likely far more critical of him than the others might have been, attempting to see the real reasoning or motivation behind his splurging of monetary fancies. Russian women, of all ethnicity, that suit, his smile, and the apparent comfort and company of being the center of all attention. Not all rich play boys were quite as exuberant as this one. Maybe there was a reason for it. Then again, maybe not. "You must have quite a collection, then." Selina remarked, biting back the notion of suggesting a zoo even if it was implied. "Does the one here interest you at all, Mr. Wayne? Maybe you were watching a documentary on forest preservation and natural history when you turned that cushion over. Perhaps I could enlighten you?" It was only polite of her to offer. In some sense, she was obligated to. No matter how little he cared for the cause he had unintentionally joined and no matter how little she cared for him. Still, even if forests were the last thing he worried about, there was something about plunging necklines and blond hair complementing red dresses that might have kept his attention. While it was rude of him to refuse her at the event, and after his donation, she didn't hold any expectation that was too high. Either it would reflect badly upon both of them, or it wouldn't. For all she knew, maybe he did enjoy all the shallow pleasantries and aimless conversation amongst so many human predators. Depending on how long he had been playing his part as the attention grabbing jewel, he might have even intrigued her. After the initial distaste cleared from her palate of first impressions, anyway. So much money and only so many ways to spend it. If only everyone were so fortunate.

Bruce Wayne did indeed appear to be rather comfortable being the centre of attention. His manner was easy and he seemed to let charm and humor readily spring from his lips to keep those about him amused. Although there seemed little serious about his comportment, he seemed to be there for a good time not a long time. Whether he came across as brash or suffocating in the manner that attention seemed to fix on him likely depended upon the observer, although if nothing else he seemed to enjoy playing the part life had dropped him into. He simply grinned as he noted I do have an acquisitive nature. He remarked agreeable enough. Bruce smiled as he noted Well I know that the rainforests make sure we all have air to breath. That seems relatively important. He offered her a bemused smile as he noted Probably a bad precedent to set to agree to let you explain everything you think I need to know on the subject after all now people are going to expect me to learn about cancer, child poverty and the inner workings of hospitals. He chuckled softly as he shook his head Ah but who am I to refuse a beautiful woman? He smiled to her as his eyes did indeed linger on the plunging neckline of her dress. He did indeed seem interested enough in that to humor her. He retrieved himself a glass of champagne and then casually strode over to her and slipped his arm about her waist. Thereafter, a rather bemused smile graced his lips as he noted Enlighten me then. He grinned slightly Since you have all the answers about whats going on with this particular cause. After all you now have the opportunity to convince one of the richest men on earth that this is all terribly important. He chuckled softly No pressure.

Those were rather surprising words. Did he really not know or care where that money went to? Selina couldn't help but to wonder. With metastasis, world hunger, and health care systems, were they just another noble concept, each as in depth as the mere knowledge for 'breathing'? So he knew air was vital. Impressive. She reserved her comments even as they became relatively alone within the bauble of a world that he had agreed to accompany her to, drawing him away from the social circle and the crowd. "No pressure at all," Selina agreed, the curve of her hip lightly tapping against his as she turned out of his grasp, the return of her revolution sweeping up his arm to a more gentlemanly posture for escort. It wasn't as if she were another one of his paid models. She was far too graceful and aloof. "I'm not so ungrateful for your patronage as to attempt to swindle you for more. I could hand you out facts and statistics as easily as you hand out checks, but would that make it any more gratifying?" She doubted it. The manicured fingers of her free hand slipped through the soft fur of a leopard frozen in its place as it stalked past them along the aisle. The barely touched champagne glass she had been harboring before had been left behind in exchange for his arm. "Besides, I'm sure the starving children of Eritrea would be more appreciative for a few more thousands than a few more trees." "Though... with a trinket like this," She paused, turning his attention to a ornately wrought jewel sitting in its case. Blinding diamonds decorated a white gold choker. "You might be able to solve world hunger once and for all."

Bruce Wayne offered her a rather casual smile. Whether he had such casual disregard for the various causes he supported monetarily or whether he simply chose to present a rather irreverent image. There was a rather clever look to his eyes and surely one didnt manage to stay a billionaire by being a complete dolt. But he seemed to present a rather simple social image. He found the woman slipping away from his arm to take it in a rather more dignified fashion. He made a tisking sound as she did so. Although he offered no other comment as he sipped the glass of champagne in his hand. Oh Im sure there isnt, you dont seem the excitable sort. Bruce Wayne flashed her a smile as he noted You could rattle off a number of statistics and facts. But to what end, Ive already given your pet cause a million dollars. He idly noted I rather think were one going to save the environment thats about as much as you could expect from anyone here, after all Im just Bruce Wayne not Captain Planet. He smiled pleasantly to her as he noted Ah well to prevent them from starving Id need to somehow arrange world peace and eliminate poverty for someone who doesnt know all these facts and figures you certainly have high expectations of what Im to accomplish. Bruce glanced down at the choker with its diamonds. He lofted a brow to her as he noted A lovely trinket and likely exorbitantly expensive. Im sure if I bought it, it could raise a lot of money for the impoverished. But as lovely as that choker might look upon your neck, Im not sure how I should be able to use it to solve world hunger once and for all..

"Well, at least you know your limitations, I'll give you that." Selina offered. Fairy tales and children shows only changed so much about the world. It wasn't as if anyone expected people like them, corrupted and helpless adults, to do anything for their future. "You've heard that new adage haven't you? That if everyone pitched in and gave up a small portion of what they had, much like you, Mr. Wayne, many... problems would be solved. But you can't change society on your own. It's hard enough trying to fix even one person." It seemed she was spending less time showing him the sights than she was probing at the edges of his mentality. He wasn't quite as ridiculous up close. Still, he was right. It took a certain degree of finesse to get her riled up about anything, and one wouldn't find it in a social function such as the one they currently found themselves within. And she didn't find it in his company. He wasn't the only calm and cool playboy who had ever been in her company. And her particular breed made it difficult to warm up to just anyone in a certain matter of time. "That choker doesn't belong here," Selina told him. Quietly, of course, as just a little trivial secret. "If it did, then the Mayans certainly possessed a bit of modern taste. I suppose, at best," she tried to justify, "diamonds are the same mined up out of the ground anywhere, aren't they? And if there's money to waste, why not waste it on something like that." Maybe it was a pet project, but it was more than just herself running it. It had been a collaboration. It was never a very good idea to work with too many people and gather them in one place and purpose when money and riches were involved. And it was not a good idea to throw money around without knowing which root it fed to directly. He and none of the other donations really could know. It was only a grasp upon the surface and the everyday knowledge for the good of trees. The fact of the matter was, who knew where the money went once it was in another set of hands. Maybe a few new sparkling pieces of jewelry that neither solved vanity nor the world. Her eyes had never come up to meet his, pinpointing the surroundings of the room and their implications. Eventually, they caught the sight of the tall and gaunt professor making his way back to catch them during their walk. At that, she finally did stop in their easy gait, his arm pressed momentarily against the side of her chest before releasing it to face him. In her red stilettos, her height was close to match him at eye level. "Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr. Wayne. Thank you again for your donation and company tonight. I hope you enjoy your stay in France." With that she turned to meet the other man halfway, saving time, the professor nodding his head in acknowledgment to excuse them from the main hall where everyone continued to loiter an hour or so more.

Bruce Wayne smiled to her as he remarked Well we all have our limitations, mine are just different than many other peoples. He rolled his eyes slightly as he noted Yes, yes, save the world, thats what all the rock stars are preaching. On the other hand it doesnt seem to cause them to live any less comfortably themselves, theyd like everyone else to do all the hard work involved. Nor do I really think that everyone throwing money at a problem is genuinely going to fix it. Some money will help but more will be frittered away. But spending someone money for all these causes.. its good publicity. Bruce lofted a brow to her as he idly noted If it doesnt belong here then why is it on displace with items that are topical by nature? Seems to be placing it out in plain site where someone might be tempted to try to steal it for little reason then. He shrugged as he noted How big of a diamond does one really need though? They are rather pretty but what use is there for something like that other than as a rather showy display of wealth. He grinned slightly Not that there is anything wrong with that, but Ive more useful ways to do so than gaudy jewelry. As the woman excused herself he nodded slightly to her. It had been a rather strange conversation as far as these things went. However, he nodded politely to her as he remarked My pleasure. Thereafter, he headed back to the group of people whom had surrounded him not terribly long ago. His presence was naturally sought after by the glitterati there for the evening. Several drinks, and a rather swanky hotel room later he found himself upon his private jet and heading back to Gotham. He presumed the city had managed to survive a night without him. Yet without his watchful eye, who knew what sort of mischief might transpire. But at the very least one day should not be so long as to have allowed the various seedy elements time to stretch their legs nor to develop any misguided feeling of security. Surely the city police could manage without him for a few nights running. Hence it was with a yawn that he stretched out in his rather luxurious chair on his private jet, and picked up the novel beside him and thumbed through its pages. Even the fastest of jets took a while to make the jump across the Atlantic, the world would simply have to wait.

Not many people would know about the event at the Louvre itself unless they happened to reside in the city of Paris or be a notable invitee. The night would pass and its visitors drift off to their respective resting places and homes, their money circulating to whatever outlets they believed it was intended for. It wasnt until a few nights later, when the public could begin to come in and admire what the party-goers had been privileged to attend first, that the display hit a hitch which struck up some obscure news presence in the world news. It was only a small section, granted, one that was greater in tumult and unrest within the halls of the official museum itself. They went to great lengths to prevent a thorough investigation, and thus publicity was very unwelcome. The lovely diamond necklace that Selina had pointed out to their visitor was safe and sound and being considered as an item to be auctioned off. What they had lost was far more valuable and a means to replace its cost was something the Louvre would thusly have to struggle to achieve. The genuine articles had been borrowed in good faith from their sources. Now they would have to find some way to repay their debt to the South American Society for Ancient and Historical Art and mend the distrust from their other providers in the meantime. Perish the thought that they would actually use most of the donations they had received to send it to the rainforest it was intended for to begin with. The thief itself was a more intriguing unknown. The few reports that they had been able to acquire form the guards stationed on the night of the robbery had been ridiculous. Either they did not see anything at all, or they joked that the stuffed cats had come to life. It spawned a series of playful speculations. The best reasoning they could come up with was that the archaic and cultish influence of the relics and talismans in the rooms. They infused the dead beasts to life and bid it to bring back the most priceless jewel to its homeland. How else would any thief ordinary thief know how valuable a common stone like tigers eye could be? The notes in the Gotham Tribune made a small entry on the front page to the theft at the Louvre, mentioning an aside that Bruce Wayne had made a donation to the event. Otherwise it might not have made the headlines at all. The rest was the same average reports. Crime rates were stable and rising slightly, the most notable criminals were jailed while others were unknown, the economy wasnt bad and it wasnt great either, classifieds and editorials and restaurant reviews were as average as ever. Much like the fiasco at the Louvre, the buzz and rumors about Batman were kept on the down low. Whether or not it was true that one of the big cats that had left the museum, to go back to Brazil or follow their best benefactor home, one found itself above the towers of the Gotham metropolis. It was rather fitting, how very black Gotham appeared in the night, no matter how many drab colors showed in the light. Under the moonlight though, the pearls in her clutch shimmered quite brilliantly, a chorus of security alarms ringing out into the night below as a few masked hoodlums scattered to their escape car. The sirens were already sounding, their peal ricocheting through the ravine between towers on their way. It was a lovely, cloudless night, all things considered.

Bruce Wayne arrived in Gotham and it wasnt long thereafter that he learned of the jewelry theft from the Louvre. A flicker of annoyance had crossed his features being rather aware that rather than to whatever causes were being espoused the money hed donated now was surely going to be devoted to covering their ass and saving face as best they were able. But as he told the woman hed met that night, he was hardly one to save the world. Gotham on the other hand was an entirely different matter. His jet had landed at the airport and shortly thereafter hed returned to the sprawling estate where his mansion was located. He was greeted by the ever present figure of his butler Alfred who bid him welcome and that the chef would be preparing his supper shortly. Bruce had nodded his head absent mindedly as he stalked off to his room and tossed his bags down upon his bed. Diner followed and then he was down into the catacombs below the mansion. In those caverns hed made the lair of his alter ego, that beast that lurked within him which dispensed justice unto the city with a righteous vehemence. The shriek of a bat would be heard as would the rustle and flap of wings, but for the most part he was left to his own devices. Bruce had settled into a rather large chair in front of a computer screen as he examined what should have been classified police material indicating what criminal activity had transpired over the last several days. Nothing immediately jumped out at him, nor did the police scanner sounding in the background indicate any current crisis. However, having been absent for several days, he slowly undid the collar of his shirt and then its buttons as he rose from his chair and over towards the armored locker in the cave. His password was input and thereafter that distinctive black body armor that garbed him was slowly put into place one piece at a time. His form covered so that he went from appearing to be the harmless playboy to the dark knight. Clad in that dread black and with the cowl masking his face he stalked back into the cavern and towards his vehicle. The Batmobile itself awaited him and its door was opened and he made himself comfortable within it as he started the vehicle and his foot weighed down upon the gar to send it leaping forth into motion as he took off towards the city. If nothing else transpired that night, he would have patrolled the cities streets ensuring to its safety. But a report of a robbery in progress was heard and he sped off in its direction.

The trio of would be robbers were both flustered and frustrated with the outcome of their heist. The jeweler was some distance away from the police precinct, and even if they tripped the alarm, which they had been certain they wouldnt do given their knowledge working in the inside. There would be adequate time to make their getaway. As it was, they had lost a significant amount of time and the flash of the sirens were already visible from the other end of the street just as they turned the corner to the next. Perhaps they still had a plan B given their carefulness to plan from the beginning to end. As the sound of the engines and racket thundered down through the buildings and towards the direction of the outskirts, her work was more or less done. The block that she had presided over was once again fading into silence as the security alarm lost its zeal and the owners and investigators came in to begin the long clean up. It wouldn't be a very difficult case. Bringing her stiletto heels back up to the ledge where they had dangled, she rose, the appearance of a tail swaying with her movement from behind. The rest of the coil of her black whip was wound comfortably at her waist, over the golden rings of her girdle. Those, and perhaps the dark onyx that adorned and served as her claws, were her usual decor for the form fitting skin of black that veiled the curvaceous feminine figure. Of course after the event that night, she also possessed two pearl bracelets wound in tiers around each wrist, and a long string of the white pink orbs folded twice over around her neck. She was the prettiest black cat to traverse the edge of the street for sure. With her lounging and basking in the moonlight done though, nothing more to see or to her liking, she might as well have begun home. Unfurling her whip, she tossed the end out across the alley to swing past once the end momentarily clasped a portion of a pole. In midair, one of the larger bracelets slipped from her free hand, dropping down to catch and scatter over the windshield of the chance vehicle which happened to hurdle through in that same moment. That was a rather interesting sort of black and gaudy car. The pearls held together well, but the string that bound then snapped on contact, the beads exploding in no more than a spark. "Oops." She breathed, looking down over the little pinpricks of light on the dark ground far below. More curious was the vehicle that had broke them.

That dark supercharged and heavily armored vehicle sped through the streets. Something shattered upon the windshield and hed spy a pair of pearls rolling down the windshield. It was a short leap of logic to determine that they had come from somewhere above him. Hence the vehicle came to a rather abrupt stop and its top opened and a grappling hook fired upwards towards the roof of the building above him. Thus in a half a moments span the darkly clad form of Batman was seen soaring upwards towards the cities rooftops. That distinctive cowl with its pointed ears obscured his face, with the flowing cap rippling in the wind around him. Black body armor with its shape sculpted to mimic imposing layers of muscle rested upon his athletic form. Upwards he sped and soon with predatory grace his feet came down solidly upon the roof top and dark eyes peered through the night sky. Green slits slide over his eyes as night vision allowed him to search through the dark of night with bat-like precision. His gaze scanned the rooftops about him and he spied a slender form a few buildings over from himself. There being no discernable reason for anyone else to be upon Gothams rooftops, he built up speed as he charged across the rooftop and then leap to the adjacent building. His feet came down solidly upon the rooftop, but he never really stopped moving. An ebon clad and foreboding image he dashed across the next rooftop, another cable being shot as he neared its edge and soon he appeared to fly across Gothams sky as he ascended to the rooftop where hed spied that slender form. His tall and rather broad form would land upon the rooftop as he looked towards the corner of the building where he had spotted her.

Desmond had found that he quickly remembered how soft and sweet Amanda was to him. What with how she looked like she wanted to reach in his stomach and pull out his organs so she could tie them to a truck and drive off. Always so nice and pleasant, the screwdriver of course had helped her look like she didn't want to jam it in his other eye socket and have fun making him completely blind. It was times like these that Desmond thought about the decision he made and how there were obviously no regrets or negative feelings at all. It also was probably best that he didn't know about the thoughts going through John's head, as it would've made him quite self conscious about how he was. However, he wasn't looking forward to being around Miklosa, as something just didn't sit right with him about that guy. "Alright, sounds good." Running a hand through somewhat damp hair, he was relieved to know that he was slowly being put back together, so at least one thing would feel familiar. Though the opportunity of being put in a room with Amanda that happened to contain a trap of any sort didn't sit to well with him at all. He assumed that she would either bash him over the head till he bled out, or she'd give him a 'hands on' experience of how it works. It made him wish he took more wood shop and mechanical classes so he wouldn't have to spend time with someone who obviously hated his very presence. "W... what are you talking about?" He asked, nervously laughing, pretending that he wasn't in fact singing exactly like a girl does into her hairbrush. "I wasn't singing anything." Desmond didn't bother to make eye contact with Amanda, he knew better than that. Hopefully she would at least let him get away with lying this once. "I won't sing anything, anyways. Especially Astley." He was expecting John to defend him in some way and try to quell the anger that was common to this woman, but at hearing no form of that, he realized their dislike for his singing was mutual. At least they didn'tseehim in the shower, as much relief as that was. "I'll pay attention though, don't worry. I'll listen to everything you have to say, Amanda." Which meant: 'I'll be quiet so you can't find a reason to become angered with me in any way possible'. It was really a safe thing to do, as opposed to just blatantly making an ass out of himself. After all, she knew the building better than he did, and knew where to hide. Also, he didn't really feel like making conflict and making this all the more difficult for John.

John remained where he was, lingering at the workshop table surrounded by his careful blueprints, his deft fingers digging into the mass of gears and springs while Amanda turned fully, regarding Desmond the way a particularly cruel child eyes the ant they have centered beneath their magnifying glass. She tossed down the screwdriver she'd been holding then, and it crashed against the table and echoed through the room, "What, aside from the fact you just rickrolled the entire fucking building?" Amanda snapped, and then irritably waved Desmond over to her, heading towards an adjacent room, her combat boots stomping along the cement floor, causing a surprising amount of noise for someone as small and thin as Amanda. The room she led Desmond into looked as though it may have been a drama room at some point, an enormous room with a vault ceiling, double doors, and a single desk that was sitting off to the side. There was an enormous steel beam that ran across the roof as a part of the rooms reinforcement, and a ladder had been set in the room to reach it; what appeared to be part of a hydraulic engine had been painstakingly lifted to the beam and bolted into place while a long thick chain held two long, thick steel bars that still needed to be bolted into place on the hydraulics. "Those," she said, pointing to the steel bars, "Have to be bolted to that." She pointed to the hydraulic engine, "Normally Hoffman would do it, but he's been working, so -" she shrugged with her mouth and held out a pneumatic torque wrench for Desmond, "You're gonna do it. And try not to fall off the ladder, it's kind of a long way down and I'd hate to have to tell John that's how you died. Put a little muscle into it too, huh, those bars probably weigh more than you do." And, back in the other room, John was working quietly on the arm piece of a future trap, one that he had initially named the Rack, but Amanda was much more creative with names, so now he mentally referred to it as the Twisting Crucifix - he had already tested out the leg pieces with the dead flesh of sheep - their bone density was more akin to a human's, even if the pig flesh was closer. The trap didn't so much snap the bone as it slowly wound it around itself, causing it to slowly tear at each joint, and he had just down the arm piece to test it, when he realized there was blood on the metal. Suddenly muzzy, John looked down at his hand; he was bleeding - not a cause for alarm, the medication he took to manage the symptoms of the cancer had caused his skin to become thin and easily marred, the chemo had made his blood flow heavier, so even the smallest cuts looked worse than they were. He dissappeared into the medical room to clean up the cut, and in his dizziness, failed to notice the thick streak of blood that had followed him across the room.

Of course his shame was quite apparent. He looked as though he had been caught naked in the middle of a highway. It was just an awful feeling, and he was really beginning to hate Amanda for easily making him feel this way. For once, the girl was the bully at the playground, pulling everyone's hair and kicking dirt in their eyes. "Y.. yeah. I guess I did." He meekly mumbled, following after her. As they were leaving though, he had glanced back at John, wishing he could stay with him instead. After all, he was nice, he wasn't so awfully cruel and rude. As those boots slammed to the ground, he had flinched with every step. Apparently the young man was finally realizing what it was like to be completely whipped by a girl. It wasn't exactly the most comforting feeling in the world. "Y.. Yeah, I don't want to fall." He spoke softly, looking up the ladder. He wasn't entirely comfortable with climbing up that ladder when Amanda could've easily pushed it over and killed him in a moment. Something in her tone, also told him she would hardly be sorry about him dying in such a silly way. Nah, she'd be the one encouraging such a death. Grabbing the tool, he started to climb up the ladder, shaking a little every now and then. His glance kept falling to the floor, looking at Amanda as if he was constantly preparing for that long fall. When he had finally reached the top, Desmond sighed loudly. This was a bit more work than he was prepared for. Within moments, he was already exhausted with bolting down the beams. "Dammit..." The former thief sighed, continuing this annoyingly long job. "Anything else you want me to do while I'm up here?" He mumbled, looking down at the intimidating woman.

Amanda watched; she watched each slow, careful step that Desmond took up the ladder, watched his hands shift up the wrungs, and she quietly wished as hard as she could that it would tumble over, that Desmond would hit the ground and his head would splash across the concrete and she could mournfully explain to John that it was an accident without having to lie to him. She hated lying to John, hated hiding the truth from him because he had this way of turning those pale eyes onto her and making her feel like a little girl all over again, make her feel guilty for every white lie she had ever told, made her feel guilty for continuing to lie to John by telling him she had stopped cutting and burning herself. She hated that she kept doing it anyways, even though she feared that one day he would catch her in the act and the trust would be gone entirely - she couldn't lose that, couldn't lose John. She would die if she lost John, she was sure of it. Her thin face was twisted into a miserable, sour expression, her eyes narrowed. And now this fucker was in her life, intheirlife. She had gotten used to the idea of Hoffman; he had been in this before she had been, and Miklosa - well, she hated the fat, greasy piece of shit, but he wasn't around often enough to be a problem. He was brought in only when things were desperate, when his surgical skills were called for and John's hands were too shaky for him to do it himself; that was when they called him in, Miklosa, a perverted doctor who had taken advantage of sedated patients. Made Amanda sick. Made John sick too, she could see it every time they were in the room together that John felt queasy just for standing near the man, but being who he was, he reminded himself that a second chance had been given and Miklosa was trying to redeem himself, had sacrificed his own leg to escape the trap he had been put in. He had lived up to the rules. But this guy, Desmond, he had no use. He was only there because he had no where else to go, and as far as Amanda was concerned it would be a mercy killing to send him to the ground right then, after what he'd done - killing a woman and her unborn child, even accidentally, it mirrored John's own story too closely, after John had lost his unborn son to Cecil's irresponsibility. "I wouldn't have let you get out." Amanda said conversationally, casually placing a hand on the ladder wrung, "Of the trap. I wouldn't have put in a fail-safe. Would've made the drill take your fucking brain out instead of just your eye."

Perhaps it was by reflex, but Desmond felt his knees lock into the ladder a bit as he was up. It was as if his body was already bracing it's self against an attempt to be knocked off of the high ladder. He knew there wasn't exactly any bails of hay or soft pillows to land on. Concrete wasn't exactly the best of places to land when a psycho woman would probably stomp on you the moment you hit the ground. "That's nice to hear." He sarcastically, replied, doing the necessary work he had to up there, hoping to quickly finish the job. "I can tell you're fond of me by the glares you give me every five minutes." Wiping his forehead for a moment, he continued, "It's like you're smiling at me... except it's like you want me to die constantly. I think I'll stick around here longer though, if you don't mind." If he was more daring, he would try baiting her a bit... but he knew better than to do that with a crazy woman who wanted him dead. When the job was finished, he moved back down the ladder and stared at Amanda, wary of any violence that might be in her. "So what now? Are we going to do anything else, or shouldwego check up on John?" He could tell that she had something for him, it was quite obvious with how protective she was. It was like him being near the man was enough to upset her, so he tried to be a bit passive-aggressive by putting emphasis on 'we.' Oh how he sincerely hoped she wouldn't wring his neck in his sleep. His best bet might be to just crawl in John's bed at night, she couldn't kill him right in front of the man.

It didn't take a lot to bait Amanda Young these days; now, all it took was a well-placed jab or someone looking at her the wrong way for her to launch into a near-homicidal rage. Most of the time she seemed to be seething with a barely controlled anger at the entire world, and the only things that calmed her anymore were John, and the press of a blade into her skin. But even the latter had been wearing off for her, because she had begun to feel intense guilt every time she did it, thinking of the promises she was breaking to the man who had changed her life and taken her in. He had never asked a lot from her - everything she had done was voluntary, all he'd asked was that she not take drugs and stop cutting herself, he'd told her to be kind to herself instead of abusing her body every chance she got. And she had failed, and that made her even angrier. All she could do was make up for it through her traps, make them work - make them work damn well. At first her anger had got the best of her and she just hadn't put in a fail-safe on a trap because it had occurred to her that if they lived - if they lived, John might take them in, too. And after all, he already had enough going on right? He was already sick, and taking in more strays wouldn't be good for him. She was just looking out for his welfare, it was for the best. Eventually she'd left the option out of every trap; no one was allowed to escape anymore, not when it was her creation - and more of them were hers these days as John became less physically capable of making them. She hadn't made Desmond's, though. She wished she had. "Hey," Amanda said flatly, when Desmond's tone dropped to sarcasm, and she kicked her thick boot against the wrung hard enough to rattle the entire ladder, "Fuck you, bitch." And then she was striding away because it turned out Desmond had a point; they had been in there a while, and she wanted to see John, he always made her feel better. Making her way down the hall, she moved into the workshop and looked around - he wasn't in there, which was weird, since he would normally spend hours inside. Unless he was so unwell he couldn't keep up with it, that happened some days. About to turn away to go check if he was in his room, she paused for an instant when something on the ground caught her eye; he looked down, lifted her boot, and found her shoeprint in blood on the concrete floor. Looking behind her, there were droplets across the room, progressively becoming larger; cold trilled down her spine and she grabbed the door handle to access the medical room, only to have her hand come away sticky with blood and there was so much of it that it had crawled across the handle and streaked down the door. "Shit," Amanda said, "Shit, shit," She opened the door and shrieked, because John was on the floor, seizuring violently; she ran to him and put him over onto his side, immediately beginning to sob.

??You actually expect me to stay overnight at some supposed haunted town for only a hundred and fifty bucks? I think my life is worth just a bit more than that,? Aimee Jade James mumbled as her dark blue eyes moved from the television set to Kelly, her best friend. They were college students, about halfway through their sophomore year. Aimee Jade was nineteen, Kelly was twenty. They became best friends the second they came to this school, having been put in the same dorm room in freshman year. At first they hated each other, but by the end of first semester they had already planned to room together for the rest of their college experience. At the moment, they were lounging in their dorm, room 409. Two other people were in the room; Kelly??s boyfriend Sean was sitting on Kelly??s lap not really paying attention to anything but the television. Matthew, one of Sean??s best friends, was sitting on the floor leaning against Aimee Jade??s bed, his glance shifting from each person in the room to the television as well. On the television was a news report of Silent Hill. Another child, approximately ten years old, went missing. These missing child reports were starting to get overbearing. There was never any hint as to where they went. It was like they had disappeared into thin air. This is what gave the town of Silent Hill its reputation; thehauntedtown. Of course, to each their own beliefs and, quite frankly, Aimee Jade didn??t believe in any of it, even though the town began to plague her dreams. In fact, the other day while sitting in class she had some sort of flashback to a fiery pit in Silent Hill and she had to excuse herself from a test just to calm down. It was as if she??d been to Silent Hill before, and it was calling for her to come back. But that wasn??t possible! She could remember almost her whole life perfectly, there was nothing to connect her to Silent Hill?right? But then again, her mind was fuzzy when it came to her birth all the way up to when she was about five. Most people at least remember certain things from when they were that young. Sean cleared his throat, as if trying to get everybody??s attention. ??You don??t think you??re worth a hundred and fifty? Well, not to Matt you??re not. You??re worth billions.? Sean laughed as Matthew grabbed a small stuffed plush that had fallen from Aimee Jade??s bed and threw it at the boy, grunting. ??Yo??, shut up man. I??m not, like, in love with her.? He rolled his eyes and slunk down a bit. It was obvious that both Aimee Jade and Matthew had some feelings towards each other that they had been dancing around ever since they met. ??Hey?how about this; Each of us give you like two hundred if you spend the night there?? Kelly practically interrupted him. ??Whoa, whoa, whoa! If that??s the case, she??s getting six hundred! I think it should be two hundred a night. If you??re willing to spend this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in Silent Hill, alone, then you??ll get six hundred big ones.? Aimee Jade just rolled her eyes. ??Fine, whatever. I get to waste a nice weekend in some ghost town. But at least I get a good amount of cash out of it.? She chuckled. ??Maybe once I come back alive, you guys??ll finally realize that Silent Hill is just an empty town, nothing more.? So that was it. For six hundred dollars Aimee Jade was going to spend the weekend in Silent Hill. Thinking nothing but money would come of it, Aimee Jade prepared for a boring weekend. She??d need a flashlight, her iPod, her cell phone, and of course some food. Throwing the contents, along with a small throw blanket, into a bag, she got ready to go and squeezed into Sean??s small car as he drove the four of them to Silent Hill. It was a long drive, about six hours, and for over half of that time each person took their turn in trying to scare Aimee Jade. ??You??ll die, you??ll be kidnapped,? They??d go on saying, but Aimee Jade didn??t back down. It wasn??t that they were scared for Aimee Jade??s life, it was that they didn??t want to have to give her so much money! Finally arriving in Silent Hill, Matthew, Sean, and Kelly dropped Aimee Jade off. ??We??ll be back here early Monday morning at around six to pick you up so you don??t miss any of your classes. If you need anything, just give us a call. But remember, if you bail out, you??re not getting any money!? Each of them took the time to give Aimee Jade a hug, and then they left, Leaving Aimee Jade alone in Silent Hill. The sun was high in the sky as Aimee Jade walked around. The backpack on her back seemed very heavy, and the long drive had worn her out. At this point, she wanted to find maybe a rundown motel or an empty house and set up camp for the weekend. She should be able to make herself at least somewhat comfortably for the duration of her stay. So when she finally stumbled upon a large hotel she went in and opened the heavy door, which in turn creaked back at her as if to warn her to stay away.

??Please?. No don??t leave me..? cried the young boy as his voice was quickly overshadowed by the roaring cracking of the fire that ate at the building surrounding him. From the blazing red fire that danced behind him a dark shadow walked from out of the fire having no true shape or gender, but it was human? or was human. Slowly the shadow made its way behind the young boy talking its time before slowly reaching him and standing up straight. As the shadow moved behind the young boy he quickly turned to look at it before freezing in fear insight of it shaking from head to toe before eerily going still. ??That??s right?? it whispered softly in a hiss that reminded one of a viper signaling the end for it??s pray. ??Come back and join us, little girl in pink..? it continued each word etching themselves into her mind as he spoke. Slowly from the shadow moved a hand just out of sight, as it seemed to remain out of focus before slowly touching the young boy??s shoulder as a loud screeching noise overpowered everything before throwing everything into silence. ??Plea?se?? whispered the young boy once again as he started to turn his head slowly blood dripping from the gapping hole which was once where his ear rested. ??Don??t leave me..? as he continued to talk his words held a deep and almost horrifying tone to them. ??We are still friends?? finally more of his face was revealed as blood poured from his empty eye sockets and mouth dripping onto the floor, which was now a pool an inch thick of his blood. ??Right?? once he spoke she could see the vocal cords in his throat slightly gushing out even more of his ruby red blood. Without warning he lashed out at her his mouth open wide as he screamed out a yell so full of anger and pain that it scent chills down one??s spine that would never go away. This was Aimee??s dream.. this was Aimee??s never ending nightmare. It felt the door opening stirring around as the bright light of sun washed its way into the main lobby of the hotel, which still showed burn marks of the fire that had once brought the building down to the ground. Trying to drag itself to its feet it kept on falling onto the ground squirming around wildly before attempting to stand up once again. Its arms struggled under the skin that covered them it movement seemed to be the one that would break away the skin, but none of those movements ever did. While it moved it kept out of sight only appearing as a slight flash of darkness, like a cat that ran past the cover of her eyes.. But this was much more deadly. Turning to face her it slightly bent over before the are where it mouth should have been started to open wide as it attempted to scream. The skin that covered its mouth started to rip slightly showing the black darkness of its insides as black liquid dripped down its chest. A loud gunshot broke the silence as the bullet drove itself deep into the door only inches away from Aimee??s head. Standing only a few feet away was the culprit as he held tightly onto a handgun his hands shaking wildly as he steered down at her. He stood at an unimpressive 5??1 really skinny no more then 120 lbs. His chest was covered with a bulletproof vest, which was stained with blood on the outside and claw marks that didn??t coincided with any injury on the wearer. ??Who?who?what..What are you??? the man screamed loudly as he trusted his handgun towards her obviously freaked out by something. Slowly walking towards her she was able to see that he wore a bright orange jump suit under the bulletproof vest with the words ??Prisoner 19802? located on his left leg. ??Fuck.. fuck that? your bag.. Give it to me..? he commanded her shoving the gun in her face as he stuck out his other hand before lunging forward and grabbing it braking the strap at he snatched it from her. ??You.. Better not follow me.. You understand.. If I see you I will kill you got it?? he told her before shoving her with the gun once again. The thrust was that killing her would have been a waste of a bullet, and he new that such a mistake couldn't be made in this hell. He started to move backwards as he kept eye contact with her before turning around and then running off. Turning into a dark ally way he was quickly out of sight taking her stuff with him as well. She was left without any of her equipment such as her Ipod, Cell phone, and flashlight standing in front of the charred remains of the hotel. From the area that the prisoner ran was a loud blood curtailing scream before a few shots ran out and then silence. Now she was left with a choice. Go into the hotel without a flashlight, Ipod and other equipment, or go and check to see what happened that the robber by going down the long dark ally way.

As the door creaked open, Aimee Jade poked her head inside, noticing all of the burnt furniture and walls. As the sun beamed in, it looked as if there were millions of bugs scattering around on the floor, trying to get away from the sunlight. Whether there were really bugs or if it was just Aimee Jade??s mind playing tricks on her, she didn??t feel like chancing it.Maybe I??ll just find another place to set up camp?she thought to herself, disgusted. Taking a step back, she suddenly felt a powerful gust of wind pass her thin, pale cheek before the cause of the wind slammed into the open door. Aimee Jade let out a scream, realizing that someone had shot at her. Spinning around quickly, as if facing the culprit would help her, she rose her hands. The bright orange outfit that the prisoner was wearing seemed too bright with the sun bouncing off of it. Squinting her dark blue eyes, her full lips parted slightly. ??D-don??t hurt me,? She started as he thrusted his handgun towards her. She let out a soft squeal, lowering her head as if trying to get away from the gun. Her dark crimson hair fell into her face, the waves surrounding her shoulders and falling to her mid back. ??I??ll do what you say, just don??t hurt me!? As the prisoner told her to give him her bag, she started to take it off, but he beat her to the chase, grabbing it and ripping it from her back. When the straps snapped, one of them managed to cut into her black t-shirt, ripping the sleeve and leaving a dark red bruise on her milky white flesh. Looking towards him as he told her not to follow her, she just simply nodded. The man was very short, at least for a man, but in comparison to Aimee Jade, he was only an inch shorter than she was. Aimee Jade had always thought that it was her short height that made her so vulnerable, but now she knew she was obviously wrong. Watching as the man in the orange jumpsuit ran off, she took a step back, once again standing in the doorway of the dark hotel. The loud scream and gunshots made Aimee Jade jump, and she went to take a step towards the alleyway before pausing and shaking her head. ??He almost killed me?why should I go after him.? She thought out loud to herself. But even though she thought these thoughts, she still couldn??t tear herself from that spot. Part of her was telling her to go find that man, but the more dominant part of her told her to stay. So, after about half a minute of thinking, she finally turned around and stepped into the hotel. It was dark, and where the sun beamed in, it was apparently very dusty. The door started closing but before it shut, Aimee Jade grabbed for it and quickly found a rock to prop it open with. The hotel was too dark to venture through, so maybe the sunlight would at least keep the front lobby lit up?at least until nightfall. Aimee Jade began looking around, searching throughout the lobby to see if she could find any type of object to help her. At the front desk, she found a heavy black flashlight, but to her dismay the batteries had died. Sighing, she decided to hold onto it, just in case somebody else decided to come and rob her. At least she??d be able to get a good hit out of it, maybe knock them unconscious for a few good minutes. Biting her bottom lip, Aimee Jade headed for what seemed like a comfortable couch in the middle of the room. Stretching out on it, she held the flashlight to her chest, her eyes scanning everything around her until she began to drift off to sleep. Only to have that terrible nightmare again.

The day past quickly as it normally did in Silent Hill, as night rushed to take its rightful place over the dead city. Slowly the wind blew against the door that was held open by a rock causing a slight whistling noise before the door slowly and quietly shut close sealing Aimee Jade in the hotel. Almost like clock work the streets outside started to become occupied with a thick fog of smoke as it rolled around the side walk and crept into every ally way almost as if it was searching, stalking something. Clouds of the fog brushed against hotel building slowly making even seeing the sidewalk imposable as the sound of beating wings could be heard in the sky above. Inside of the hotel the screeching of gears could be heard coupled with what only could be described as industrial noise, her only hints of what was to come. It started out softly, like a whisper. As time went by it grew building in strength as it covered the entire city of silent hill before finally making its way to the hotel. The siren was monstrous in sound blearing out loudly with it undeterminable noise as it demanded to be known. With its deafening howl of the sirens a slightly quieter noise started to join in, the sizzling sound of the walls around her starting to change as the wallpaper ripped over to reveal the rusted underbelly. Finally the sirens started to quiet down as the room around her completely changed itself. No longer was she resting on a couch but rather a cold hard bench, which started to break under her weight as one leg flew across the floor. Hanger over her head now was a chandelier with all of the candles out and the cord that it was hanging by making a slight stretching noise as it threatened to let the large object go. The front door which she had entered was now bordered up as planks of wood where used to people from going threw it as well as the windows. Just past the lobby was a large staircase the lead to the seconded floor and in the center of the floor visible from where she was standing were the double doors of an elevator along with two long rows of door three doors on each side. From everything in this new room a slight stream of stem came from it. Then slightly out of sight from where she laid on the same floor as her was a panting, unviable at such a distance but its size and stature made it stick out on the other wise empty walls. Footsteps could be heard nearing her as the industrial noise continued giving the entire place a life of its own. On the lobby counter the large radio that state on it started to roar out silence as the footsteps started to near her slowly. Being completely surround in darkness she was unable to see what was around her, what was closing in on her. The sound of something bumping a counter ringed out as the small 14 inch t..v. Located a few feet away from her turned on shined on her predator. It squirmed around wildly as it neared her slowly stumbling around slightly before gaining it composure and continuing it path towards her. Nearing her the Patient quickly launched out at her ready to attack.

Her body was huddled in a strange curled position as she rested on the seemingly comfortable couch. Her head had tucked down, like she was in the fetal position, and her chin was resting on the cold glass of the flashlight. The room was a bit cold, but the little bit of sunlight poking through the door was warming the place up by at least two degrees. Of course, when the door closed, whether it was just the sunlight being taken away or something else, the room dropped in about ten degrees, leaving Aimee Jade??s sleeping body shivering. At first, as the industrial noise started, it worked into her dream. It was strange, haunting almost. Her dream consisted of a room filled with gears. Slowly they began turning, and she began searching the room, looking for what was turning them. For once, though, her dreamlike self was nineteen years old. This was quite different from the young girl in pink pajamas that usually plagued her dreams, obviously a younger self. The fact that she was older in this dream wouldn??t have been a big deal except for the fact that she never dreamed of herself at her age. Strange? Her frail body walked around the cold room, fog creeping up around her legs and slowly over her body. It felt like it was filling her lungs, making it hard to breathe; and then suddenly she heard a laugh. Looking around, her body spinning 360 degrees, she found the culprit. It was a strange looking monster. At least, she thought it was a monster. At first she thought it was a strange shadow just moving on its own, that is until she saw the actual body of the thing. It was twitching and gurgling as it turned a few gears, its body looking like a human??s except for the flesh, which appeared to have been completely ripped off. It had no eyes, but it could sense that Aimee Jade was behind it. An angry squeal came from what Aimee Jade could only assume was its mouth. Then, with a jolt, Aimee Jade was woken up, the squeal from the creature actually being the ringing throughout the streets. She sat up quickly, accidentally smacking her chin against the flashlight. ??Ouch,? She mumbled, gently pressing two fingers against her chin to make sure she hadn??t cut it. But her attention towards her own body was quickly dismissed as a crackling sound was heard throughout the building. Her eyes widened a bit more and before she could stand up she could actually feel the couch turning into a cold, hard bench. Jumping up just as the bench broke, she then looked up at the rickety chandelier. Shaking her head in disbelief she took a few steps away from it, her footsteps echoing through the room and then being returned. Something was coming towards her. ??H-hello?? She called out into the darkness, her grip on the flashlight tightening. Nothing responded. ??Is somebody there?!?? She cried out, hoping to get a response. She was shortly interrupted by the radio, which blared out static, and she went to grab for her ears, as if covering them from the sound. And then she heard the bump just before the television turned on. She screamed out, looking at the writhing thing which reminded her slightly of the creature in her dream. ??Stay away f-from me!? She screamed at it, yet it came towards her and, once close enough, lunged. Crying out, she began flailing her arms out, the flashlight in one of them. Her eyes were shut tightly, as if protecting her from anything around her. Once she felt the flashlight bump into something, her eyes opened slightly. It had hit the creature square in the head and caused it to fall to the floor. Before it could get up, Aimee Jade made a run for it, not noticing anything around her except for the stairs and the elevator. She wasn??t going to change the elevator, it didn??t even look like it would work. So, she went for the stairs, sprinting up them as fast as her legs would let her.

As she made her way up the staircase the steps behind her started to break, one by one they crumbled making it imposable for her to go back the way she came. Behind her on the lobby floor the patient started to swim around wildly on the floor as it attempted to continue chasing her to no successes. The second floor was designed to slightly over look the first before leading into four different directions which where lined with different apartments. Still screeching from the front desk was the radio as it bleared out loudly signaling that the patent downstairs was still alive. It seemed to remain directly in the middle of the floor swimming around wildly right in the path of the overhead chandelier. Each four direction of the seconded floor seemed to look exactly like the others, as there were slight cracks in the floor and wall. On both the left and right side of her the floor was gone leaving nothing but a bottomless hole on ether side of her. Behind her was a long dark hallway where all the doors in it was bordered up or there lock was broken, except for two room ??116? and the ??115? as they where just locked. In order to get to the northern side of the seconded floor she would have use the small bit of ground left on ether the right and left side of it. This was made slightly easer with the railing that, fore while the staircase was gone she could still use its railing as balance to get across, however if she fell she would fall into nothingness. On the north side their was a elevator door as well as two doors, one being the stair case the other being the room ??101?. Behind her a light moaning sound could be heard as the two doors located behind her started to leak out a black liquid that slowly found its way into the middle of the little hallway. Forming a small pool of blood it started boil over before a long thin arm moved out of it stretching out before slamming onto the ground hard. Pushing on the ground a young girl looking creature started to pull itself out of the blood its head twisting at strange angels as it did as her long black hair continued to cover her face. It started to crawl at the ground towards her slowly before going fast scratching as it peeling away the wood of the floor as it tried to pull itself out of the pool but failed. While it was still stuck it was more then able to reach her with its long slinky arms as grabbed onto her ankle and started to pull at her trying to take her down into the dark pool of blood with it.

The roar of wheels could be heard, rolling down the pavement, this was his music since the battery in his only outlet of music ran out of energy. He wasn't complaining it was indeed peaceful all things considering. He was moving out of the house he had spent all his life in to live with his father. Though he was eighteen and had all right to move out. He had no money or anything to move out with, so he was forced to turn to his father, whom he had not seen since he was young. All he knew was he was a scientist, and as his mother called him, a crack scientist. Apparently all of his works she said were useless. Yet never the less he figured it would be interesting to live with him. After all, with him being a crack scientist, there would be a number of odd inventions he could find out how they worked. He himself, was a tinker, more into mechanical marvels then anything new scientific wise. He enjoyed building helpful machines, rather then boring old stuff. This fact is most likely what enticed his father to let him stay, so he could help him with his machines. This didn't bother him at all, he would enjoy it. After all he would be able to have the dogs there. Truly he missed Mimi and Luna, for he hadn't seen them since he graduated. His mother had basically kicked him out while he was on vacation. Which was one thing that hurt but he saw it coming, after all he wouldn't let go of his dogs. It was as he was deep in thought that his phone began to ring. 'Yo, Hiro-' was the only thing that was legible through out the conversation. It wasn't long before he pulled up to the shop his father worked at or rather owned. Pulling through the parking lot he, parked in the back hopping out of the moving truck. "Who would think a crack scientist owned a bakery, well lets go see my girls." Hiro spoke, heading to the back door, unlocking it, heading in. He wasn't surprised it was slightly messy in the back, one stair case going up and the other going down. He figured his dogs were upstairs, so he began heading up. "Mimi, Luna! Im here girls!" Hiro yelled wondering when he would hear the patter of paws. He was surprised at the size of the upstairs, at least to levels, he was on the first level which should help. Heading to his new room, he slowly opened the door it creaking open, unknown to him what he would find.

It had truly been a long time since Hiro had even seen his father. Ever since the divorce, there had been many tensions between him and Hiro's mother. However, she had gotten tired of living with him and had quickly sent him off to live with his father, who certainly wasn't her favorite person in the world. Of course, his father was certainly an odd individual who had prided himself of being a scientist, perhaps not the most successful though. He had managed to get some odd experiments to work, but so far there was nothing worth commending. Upon hearing of Hiro coming to live with him, he had been at work once again. In a brief conversation with him, he had mentioned quite a surprise for him, though never went into any detail... Hiro's two dogs had been moved from his mother's house to his father's, as she wasn't fond of having to take care of them alone. After all, it was Hiro who was constantly looking over them and playing with them. Both were healthy females: Mimi, an energetic Border Collie, and Luna, and tough Siberian Husky. t had been a long time indeed since Hiro had seen them, and they would certainly be just as excited as he was to see them. Unknown to him however, this pair of canines had a major part in his father's experiments, but he had no way of knowing that quite yet. It would have to wait until Hiro had discovered it himself, and he would certainly be shocked. Nobody thought it would ever happened, but his father had really outdone himself this time. As he walked up the stairs calling for them, a few bumps could be heard on the door. If he listened carefully there seemed to be...voices? He hadn't heard anything about visitors. As the door swung open, there was a blur in front of him, and suddenly he could feel himself being pushed back onto the ground, followed by a few licks on his cheek. Certainly he could assume it was his faithful pets, but... "Welcome home Master! We missed you so much!" Sitting right on top of him was a girl, looking like around 17, but she had certain qualities that made her stand out. She had short black hair, with a bit of white at the tips, and what appeared to be a large pair of...dog ears on her head. If he looked behind her, he would see a bushy black tail, swishing wildly from side to side. the color of her hair seemed to match that of his Collie, Mimi. She was wearing only a white bra with a pair of matching panties. Her beautiful blue eyes stared down at Hiro, a bright smile on her face. "I'm so glad to see you again!" she said, again leaning in to lick at his cheek.

For years Hiro's mother had hated his dogs. Even when they were pups she hated them. Yet Hiro took care of them, and never done them bad. Even so, they were always out in the back yard. When he was young he built them a rather large and well thought out dog house. This was his first product and it was well thought out and made for a someone his age at the time. Yet his mother had tried to sabotage it a number of times. She really didn't want these dogs, yet her new husband had allowed it, as his end of a deal. For years his mother tried to do one thing or another to get rid of them. Yet Hiro out witted her at every step, only thinking it was coincidence that those things happened. Yet after recent evens he slowly began to realize that it wasn't. Yet that was all in the past he still had his girls, after all. In the moments he opened the door he expected something to hit him, and it did. He knew Mimi would react like this to him just coming back. She always did, she was a fun loving dog after all. "Hahaha Mimi sto-" Hiro said stopping when he heard a voice? Someone was talking to him, and that was not something a dog could do. Looking up he saw a girl who looked a bit younger then he was ontop of him. He was to say the least confused by this. But noting her outfit and how she called him master, he began to think. Did his father pay some whores to greet him or something? They did have on what seemed to be fake dog ears and a tail. Hiro blinked looking up at her, before reaching up and tugging on her ears roughly. They didn't come off, then he proceeded to do the same with her tail, again wouldn't come off. "What the hell?" Hiro spoke at last he seemed more intrigued then surprised. His father was a scientist and a lonely older man, so he expected something weird, but nothing like this. He did indeed wonder where in hell his dogs were, seeing as nether of them would like strangers barging in. Especially when he had called them to him. The pieces of the puzzle didn't quite click into his head at the moment. But without a doubt they were about to.

The two had certainly been quite a handful throughout the years. There were always thoughts that dogs could be just as intelligent as humans if not more so. On several occasions at Hiro's mother's house, she was always looking for ways to get rid of them. However, these dogs were quite smart. She had tried many times to just let them outside, though they would not budge from the front door. Many other incidents would ensue and it seemed his mother would give up at any time. Mimi was always very playful and energetic since she was a puppy and she was constantly looking to play with Hiro. And like any dog looking to play, they appear as though they are never satisfied, leaving Hiro exhausted by the time he decided to head back home. The girl looked back down at him, a rather curious look on her face. "Master? Don't you recognize me?" she asked. Her voice seemed a bit childish but her body was that of no child. Her C-cup breasts were basically right in Hiro's face, a pleasant smell coming from her. Before she could say anymore, he had begun tugging at her ears and tail, and that did not go well with her. "Ah! Ow!" she cried as he tugged at her ears. Though when he pulled at her tail, she had given a more extreme response. She suddenly let out a loud cry of pain, almost a yelp of some sort, pushing off him and falling back on her behind. "Master! You know fully well not to pull my tail!" she said. If he listened carefully, he could actually hear a faint growl coming from her. If she was a human as he had guessed, he would still have to be quite impressed with how her growl sounded much like a dog. "Come on Master! Look at this!" she said, almost climbing on him again but fiddling with a little charm that hung around a collar over her neck. It read, 'Mimi'. Inside of his room he could hear the springs of the bed, as though someone was coming off. Soft footsteps sounded and another girl had appeared in the doorway, looking down at the two on the floor. "Geez, how irresponsible of you. You haven't seen us in years and you give us quite the welcome. This girl also had a pair of ears and a tail, though her hair was a little longer and a silver color. Her eyes were a light emerald and she was wearing a dark red bra and panties. She looked older than the other girl most definitely. She looked like she was around Hiro's age, maybe even a year older. You had called for us, but I told her to wait here. Your father locked us up in here to wait. "She also had a collar around her neck with a similar charm, though it read, 'Luna'. "Well? Did you get us anything while you were away?" she asked quite sternly.

He truly didn't recognize her, which was easy to say. A dog becoming humanoid was not something you would see normally. It slowly began to hit him, of what had happened. More so when he heard her growling, yet the kickers where there collars. No one else could of made those collars. He could recognize them anywhere. After all he had made them with his first real invention. The names were written in more or less a child's writing, his own none the less. He was a bit annoyed with Luna's comment none the less, irresponsible. "Maybe dog years, it's only been two months..." Hiro said with a sigh, he seemed to of resigned himself to this. Oddly enough he was calm and level headed about this. Accepting it in a instant, this was most likely due to a fact of a conversation he had with his father not long ago. He had commented on working on bio-genetics's, at one point. For some odd reason he remembered it. Hiros eye twitched as he came fully to the acceptance of things. Placing his index and middle finger against his eyes he rubbed, trying as if to elevate a headache. "I did, but that was assuming the two of you were both still dogs...." Hiro groaned as he sat upright shaking his head. As he complied his thoughts of what had happened in the past two months. "Let me take a wild guess of what has happened.... My father, used both of you in a bio-genetics operation, that turned both of you into humanoid's, in which you are now. But he ran away, knowing full well that if I saw him, despite how ever my reaction to this knowledge that I would be causing him severe pain right now. Am I getting everything right so far, Luna...?" Hiro asked, his full attention directed at the clearly more intelligent and well informed of the two. Yet this did not surprise him, Luna was always the more well behaved and attentive of the two, possibly due to her breed.

Mimi's growling seemed to have died down after a while, suddenly reverting back to her cheerful and playful self once more. She once again went in to lick at Hiro's cheek, showing that even in her new form, her habits as a dog had still carried on. She was quite glad that he seemed to recognize them, but she wasn't exactly thinking about just how difficult this must be for him. For her, she really hadn't changed much except for the fact she could talk to him now. She was rather lost in the conversation, not even sure about what he was saying about his father. "Well, I remember he said that he had somewhere to go. He told us to wait here for you Master!" she said, nuzzling up against him affectionately. Luna crossed her arms over her chest, a little surprised at how well he had accepted their transformation. She had been told personally by Hiro's father about the transformation, as well as some other things that any adult woman would know. She avoided mentioning such things to Mimi since she would probably not listen anyway. She was too much like a naive child. "Hmm...well you are right about the experiment. I am well aware of how...interesting your father is." She walked out as well, though she remained standing above him. ""But yes, he isn't here at the moment. In fact, he told me he would leave somewhere for a few days on important business." Mimi looked up at them. "Eh? Business?"

"Knowing him from the vague memories, his, 'Business' happens to be running away, in hopes I will not be so inclined to punch his face inward because of what he did, upon his return..." Hiro stated clearly, he could clearly see, nothing except the fact, they where humanoid and talking now had changed. Mimi was still air headed, and hyper, and Luna was down to earth, and at this time quite helpful. "So what else did he tell you?" Hiro spoke, as he placed his hand on Mimi's head and began rubbing. This was clearly to get her to stop licking his face at the moment. He did take note that he would have to tend to the house and move in by himself. But he figured that, he looked around a bit, the door next to his room, he was told were his other 'item' his mother sent was. His father had explained to him that he lived on the third floor, and the fourth was empty. The shop was rather large, as it was originally a boarding house. Hiro wondered how long these two had been in there, or what his father had taught them. It did come into his mind about his father, 'doing' things of a sexual nature to them. " Did my father, ever try to, say, mount either of you, or touch those areas?" Hiro asked, wanting to know how hard he was going to beat the crap out of his father. Hiro was protective of them when they were dogs, and no doubt he would be even more so now, they were humanoid. They would be prime targets for men, and he would have to watch them closely. Luna not so much, but Mimi, he would really have to watch.

Luna rolled her eyes slightly at Hiro's words. "While he is known for questionable acts, you shouldn't think of him in such a way. I believe he truly is away with business." she said. It even seemed that she was comfortable with his father, despite his truly strange antics and experiments. Mimi murred softly as he started to rub at her head. It was something Hiro had to do even when she was a dog. She couldn't help but show her affection for her master. "Well, he did mention watching over the shop. From what I had noticed though, not many people drop by." Mimi glanced back up at Luna, a little smile on her face. "That's because you make scary faces at everyone that passes by." Luna grumbled softly at her words, clearly trying to hide the fact she was right. "Tch. Someone might steal something." she said. It was quite ironic on her part since she would sometimes swipe some things and hide them. His next question however surprised Luna a bit, not so much Mimi but even she looked up curiously at him. Luna had spoken up first, keeping a rather cool composure. "He has done no such thing. Ever since we were taken here, he has done nothing but care for us. I know he's an odd one, but he never had any intentions of doing that. Besides, even if he did I'd have ripped out his throat by now!" she said, looking a little ticked off. Mimi then spoke up. "Master's father would only pet us." she said. "He truly is a kind person."

Hiro grinned at both of them, they really were the same. Sighing he thought Luna did have a point, he was talking with them a after all. But he still believed that was how his father was, especially after talking to him yesterday, none the less, and he heard nothing of him having to do anything. He laughed at there antics, of the girls. That was indeed something that she would do, he could see her still as a dog doing that. Now days it wouldn't be as frightening, though many would still stay away from her, glaring out the window at them. It would be a amusing thing to see there antics now that they were humanoid. He wasn't surprised by her next answer it was just like her. "That's good, I was a bit worried, since he is a older man, and hasn't had anything like dating since the divorce or so he told me." He spoke in a calm tone, explaining why he said, what he had before. He stood up pulling Mimi up into a standing position. Hiro wrapped his arms around both there necks, petting there heads from behind. "You both did good, thank you girls." Hiro said chuckling a bit before releasing both of them. "Have you two eaten?" He spoke smiling as he headed into the room looking around taking note, at everything, it was a nice little apartment.

Luna gave Mimi a little 'hmph' as she tried to shake off the fact she still glared at people as they walked by. They had not brought up the fact that he did give them some odd looks, but that was it. Of course, they perhaps expected it. Luckily it had not progressed any further than that. Mimi looked up at him as he brought up his father dating. That was not a term she had heard of. "Huh? Master, what's dating?" she asked. Luna was quick to step in on the subject poking Mimi in the back of the head gently. "That's not something you need to be thinking about right now." she muttered. "Hey! Don't poke me like that!" she muttered, growling softly at Luna, who didn't seem the least bit intimidated. Of course, even as dogs they would fight with each other, mainly playing though. Sometimes they fought over things like food and toys as well. though when it came to fighting for Hiro's attention, Mimi always seemed to find ways of beating Luna. Maybe it was because she was more focused on guarding the house, but it didn't mean she wasn't fond of her master. Now that they were all standing, it could be seen that Mimi was about the same height as Hiro, and Luna was a few inches taller. Mimi let out a small murr as he patted her, and even Luna couldn't help but at least smile as he did. Mimi tilted her head slightly. "Well, I do remember having some biscuits earlier today." "Yeah, but you were just shoving them in your face. You'll get fat." Luna said, a slight grin on her face. "W-what?! How dare you!" Mimi cried, baring her...teeth at Luna. It could bee seen that their canines were still around the same size as when they were dogs.

Hiro had to agree with Luna, on the fact of explaining dating to her. That was a complicated subject to try and explain to a dog, who was a creature that would mate with a number of other dogs. Then again, that was kinda like what dating was, mating with a number of people till you found the one you wanted to stay with. He just hoped Mimi, hadn't come to the realization that being in a humanoid form she could mate with her master. After all that would cause some problems right now at least. He Listened to them bicker about Mimi getting fat and couldn't help but laugh. Turning back to both of them he laughed a bit, it was funny to see. "I doubt Mimi will get fat, she moves around a lot so she will burn it off quick, and Luna your too mean to get fat, you'll just kick 'fats' ass." Hiro laughed joking with them. Luna might get a kick out of his comment though. "Alright, all make you a real human meal, after all your humans now... Well sort of I guess." Hiro told them, he headed straight into the kitchen of 'there' apartment. He knew it was stocked full of food. He was wasting no time getting things. He had given his father a list of stuff to get. After all he hadn't really eaten since he left this morning and that was early in the morning, and it was early evening now. He prepped the needed ingredients for curry rice. He hoped this was there first real human meal. Though it would take a while to make. He knew the two would keep themselves occupied, or would be darting around him. Though it wouldn't be the first time he would have someone clinging onto him as he cooked, human or not.

Mimi seemed a little disappointed that she wouldn't have dating explained to her, then again she really wasn't one to argue. She quickly forgot about the subject and decided to focus on other things. Going off of her master's comment, she stuck her tongue briefly at Luna. Luna growled softly as she suddenly lashed forward, looking as though she'd bite off Mimi's tongue. "Ack! No!" Mimi cried, hiding behind Hiro. Luna couldn't help but at least chuckle a bit at his joke. "Well, that would be true. There's no way I'll be getting fat. Just watch how much you're eating Mimi. You already broke your record of half a box." she said, a little yawn coming from her. Mimi's eyes seemed to brighten at Hiro's next words. "Ah! We get to have human food! Yay!" she said, hugging her master tightly from behind. That would have proved bad for them if they were still dogs. In fact, they had tried numerous times to still some food from them, but of course it was for their good. Perhaps in their new form, it would be quite different. Luna also seemed quite interested, not exactly showing the same enthusiasm as Mimi. "Well, that would be nice. It's not like I mind the treats we always get." she said, already starting to head to the kitchen. "Master! What are you going to be cooking?" Mimi asked, following closely behind him.

"Be nice to your sister Luna, and don't taunt your sister Mimi." Hiro spoke, from the kitchen hearing the two of them. He always referred to the two of them as sisters, since they were like his girls, and they were family. Hiro seemed to be the middle man between maturity's, in the group. He was surprised at how much she had eaten. That was a lot, and would make a dog quite ill, but now that she was humanoid, it was clear she didn't have that problem. "Are we talking, the boxes the the people bring, or ones we sell?" Hiro called out asking Luna, he was curious. If she ate like that she would get at least chubby. He did laugh at her hugging him from behind, patting her on the head. "Yes, but your both humans now, so you should be eating human food now, rather then dog food. After all you can now have milk and such, so a lot of tasty foods have been opened up for you." Hiro commented back at Luna. He knew they would still like dog food and such. But he now had to treat them as humans, well, he had to treat Luna like one, and Mimi like a little girl. He shook his head and continued on prepping the food, he made it clear he wasn't going to tell Mimi. It took a while but once it was finally done, he made plate for the three of them, placing them on the kitchen table. It then hit him, "Luna, Mimi, do you two know how to use the silverware?" Hiro asked, a quite legitimate question. If not he would have to show them, and that would indeed be a pain.

Mimi and Luna both flashed a couple glances at each other before looking away. In the meantime, Luna had gone around to patrol as usual. It was likely that she would head down to the bottom floor again to glare at anyone that came by. She had still managed to hear Hiro's words. "Both." she said before she was out of view. Mimi in the meantime just watch intently at everything Hiro was doing, her tail wagging a bit behind her as he patted her head again. "Ooh! Milk now? Yay!" she said, licking at his cheek again. After a couple minutes of waiting, she had actually let go of him, stretching out a bit as she waited. Of course, every now and then she'd pop up suddenly behind him to see what he was doing. After a while, Luna had come back from her patrol, scratching the back of her head gently. Mimi glanced over to her, a sly grin on her face. "Ah...so who'd you scare off this time?" she asked. At the time she had plopped herself down on the floor. Luna grumbled softly at her comment. "Nobody was really walking on this side, though some people came at the door. I knew not to let them in so I made them go away." she said, turning to face Hiro. Mimi looked up at him as well. "Huh? Silverware?" "Not at all. We have still had the same food even after the transformation." Luna said.

With that much even if she did move so much, she would get pudgy at least, and that wasn't a very pleasant idea. Mimi was far to physical, for her to gain a lot of wight would be painful for him. It made him make a check list, that he would have to regulate how much Mimi ate. "Yes milk, now you can eat ice cream, cake, and a number of other things, without getting really sick." Hiro commented, reminding her of what had happened the last time she had tried eating it. She nearly died, but she did learn not to eat them after that. He was glad when she let go, it removed her problems. Hiro listened into there comments, finding it slightly funny. Luna didn't really look as frightening as she used to, especially wearing her bra and panties. "Luna, I doubt that your going to really frighten anyone wearing that, and even less without anything. Hell you would attract a lot of men if you wore nothing. Though that would be a bad thing..." Hiro commented as he made both of them sit in a chair. He sat in between the two pulling them where they were both in arms reach of one another. He sighed at the fact he would have to show them how. But then again, they were like children, that were smarter. "Alright, just watch and try mimic me." Hiro spoke taking the spoon scooping the curry, and rice into one scoop. Raising it to his mouth he chomped down on it. He just went on eating, as a continual example for the two of them.

The two girls sat down at the table next to him, still giving some strange glances at one another, but once the food was placed in front of them, their focus was directed towards their master's cooking. Mimi seemed quite excited about getting to eat all these new foods now. She had indeed remembered that one time where she had gotten some ice cream, and she turned out very sick. It was quite serious and she almost died. Thankfully, she held on and the vets took good care of her. It didn't seem like that would be a problem right now. Luna raised an eyebrow slightly at Hiro's comment. Of course, she didn't have anything else to wear, but she wasn't thinking about that when on duty. "Huh? I'm not trying to frighten anyone. I'm trying to see who's not a bad person. And as for your suggestion, I think I'll pass." she said. It would indeed be a problem if a whole bunch of men starting coming to the shop because of her. And if they also saw Mimi it'd get even more chaotic. Mimi listened intently as Hiro took the silverware to show them how to eat with them. Luna rested her head on her hand for now, a rather bored expression on her face as she watched. She was all for just grabbing it and eating, but she could tell it would make quite a mess. They both seemed quite interested in how easily he had shown them, and they both decided to try. They both got the spoon, but they were already having trouble just holding it properly. Mimi was even holding it backwards! Luna had managed to grab a bit and cautiously raise it to her mouth, suddenly biting down on it. A soft clang could be heard as her teeth grabbed the spoon roughly, and she had gotten the curry down as well. "Ow..." she said, taking it out. Mimi had to lean in low to try and get some with the spoon, shoveling in a good amount into her mouth and chewing on it. After she swallowed she let out a small little whine. "Ah...it's hot!" she said, her tongue hanging out as she fanned herself.

Hansel and Gretel threw up what was left of the witch the first day they had eaten far too much of the old hard meat. They had not planned to try it again but they had months if not years and neither knew how to hunt. Two young children had made great bait for all kinds of lowlifes in the woods. "Sister i think it is time we went home" No doubt they woudl not be recognized by there parents after so much time away. He could not wait to eat mother she would make a good treat after he violated and abused her the way they might have been. "You think i look good in this" it was the outfit of a traveling bible salesman and was the only thing that really fit him. The hunters and woodsmen had been to big even for his new body. His sister and him had done little things to each other maily saving the abuse for there victims. He kissed her on the lips as he had her do up the bow tie as she had for there father he wanted to looks good. "And what will the lady be wearing". He woudl burn the house down when they left to many memories. The house had been gnawed on mainly from when they were kids before the got a taste for human flesh. He took one last handful for the road along with a pack of dried human and animal flesh.

There was blood on the floor and there were bones here and there, but for the most part, the house was rather clean. With a witch as big as she was and cooked in the manner that she was, you couldn't help but get a little hungry and imagine yourself eating something other than a person. However, growing up in the woods as young children and realizing that candy wasn't going to feed you for however long your stay was, eating that woman was the best option. Neither of them could hunt, and even if Hansel had grown properly into the fitting young man that he should be, it didn't mean he knew how to hunt. . Or at least, not animals. Watching as her brother got himself dressed, she smiled softly because the old witch had posessed numerous costumes, truthfully not sure as to why, Gretel watched as her brother got dressed then moved to her and asked an opinion, tilting her head softly. "Like a bible salesman." Her response came with a soft smile, returning the gentle kiss he gave her on the lips before fixing his bow tie properly, brushing it off before moving to pick up the outfit she had chosen. Getting dressed only took her a good ten minutes, carefully brushing off the ends of her short dress, the red and black plaid dress that stopped at mid thigh length, the white collar of the dress being fixed properly. Gretel slid herself onto the bed and pulled a set of thigh highs onto her legs, fixing the bows that began them at the top, she slid her feet into a pair of heels, fortunately, all the time she had been with the witch she had been forced into uncomfortable situations, including wearing heels. Up until about the point that she was comfortable enough to run in them, Gretel fixed the satin matching plaid hair bow that rested in her hair, loose curls of brown falling forward before looking over to her brother, "I'm ready when you are." Gretel was a student, who happened to just get lost in the woods while looking for her class who was doing a study of the plants in the forest. That was her alibi just as his was a traveling bible salesman. Such a sweet looking girl, with her curvy figure and basket full of necessary things, couldn't possibly be the cannibal that she was. Sadly, you were all too mistaken.

They road much of the way in the back of a truck the man did not even see the shovel coming till it caved in his skull. Blood had spattered over the bib that he had pit on allowing him to eat some of the man raw. "Look he is waking up" he made the man hard for his sister who had already taken of her panties. He gave her a kiss on the lips running his hands between her legs to make sure she was ready for him. 'hurry up sister he wont last long" normally they would have tied his balls to make it last. He pulled out his map and place it on the front of the car looking for the house that he had grown up in. The man was screaming as his sister made ready for him her kisses were more like flesh tearing bites. "Sister when we get there do you want to drug them or take them while they sleep" he asked he wanted revenge on both of them. They had been normal children until the witch had turned them wrong. The knife slipped out he would end the man before he could fight back and hurt his little sister. "You having fun" sometimes they switched on and off with the men and women the homophobia always made it worse for them. He was puzzling if he should smoke the man or flame cook him when he came. "poor sister did he come to quick" he asked cutting his throat as he kissed his young sister on the lips. "you know most men are pigs not at all like big brother" he smiled cupping her chest.

The trip wasn't too long, considering she was used to waiting for the things that she wanted, knowing how this was going to turn out, the female's sheer pink panties were exposed as the man awoke to see her slender legs parted and open. This was one of the ways that she intended to get her meals, her sex appeal that she didn't mind using when it came down to it, her panties tossed only lightly to the side, knowing she was going to go back and get them later on. Straddling the man's lap, her lips sucked at the man's and her teeth tugged in a slight tearing manner, nipping at his lips and causing the bottom lip to bleed. "Take them in their sleep!" A soft giggle emerging on her lips as she bit him again, the man was getting frustrated with her, aroused though frustrated and with bleeding lips, however, Gretel looked over to her brother when he asked if she was having fun. Unfortunately, he had done exactly what she didn't want him to do, coming quick out of being overly excited and his life was ended simply, a pout spread on her lips as she folded her arms tightly over her full bust, staring down at the ground. "He got too damn excited." She grumbled, her pout still there as well as a bit of blood painting her lips red, Gretel blinked just lightly when he kissed her lips in the tender way he generally did. Leaning against his hands when he cupped her breasts, Gretel pulled her brother forward and against her as she sat on the edge of the truck, her legs dangling off the back and setting hin between her open legs, "Let's play." Her voice was soft, a hint of demanding nestled into it as well, the female held her grip tightly onto the collar of her brother's shirt, pulling him down against her.

He pushed her back sliding her arms behind her head it made her chest smaller like when she was little. He bit gently at her neck he knew she loved to be controlled the men she slept with were to much of a wimp. "You know sister that we wont be able to do this in public" people might wonder who they were. They could either go back to there old identities or be lovers in public one could not have everything. He climbed up onto the back of the truck pushing his pants down he could see that she was shaved like he loved. The cum leaking out of her snatch only made him want her more then he always did. "you know you are becoming an addict to my cock" his shaft slid up and down her young snatch. He had taker her long ago the first night after they killed and ate the old woman after months of being her slave. "You have to wait for good things" he stuffed a candy cane into her mouth the first thing that she had placed into her own young body. He then shoved the other into her ass she loved having every hole filled. "So father or mother first, i always hated that bitch but it may be better to make father watch" He thrust into her at last tearing her front and covering it in chocolate hoping the cloths did not get dirty. "as sweet as ever Gretel" he licked her ample chest.

It caused her to pout when he stated that they wouldn't be able to have their sexual fun in public, it just wasn't fair that after all that time he was still worried about people finding out who they were. They had lived in the goddamn forest for Christ's sake. But she knew her brother was simply figuring out what was within their better interests as far as their cannibalism went. Biting softly onto her bottom lip though, a soft moan escaped her lips and her mind washed away any thoughts of what would become of their future. Her calves hiking up to his waist once he found himself climbing onto the truck as well, her warm eyes stared up at him and a soft bite was given to her full lips. "Hansel~!" Her voice was soft when he stated she was becoming an addict to his cock, and considering he was her first, she knew that if she hadn't had any better than her brother, she probably was going to go back to the cock that she was most familiar with; His. Her calves still placed along his waist, gently licking her lips softly all the while watching him when he stated that she had to wait for her good things, she pouted even with the candy cane in her mouth, expertly moving it to the side of her mouth. Evidently, she was practiced with things in her mouth, candy or penis. Squeaking softly when he jammed another candy cane into her tight rear, sucking gently on the candy cane, it had always been one of her favorite candies. "I want to take her. You can make daddy watch, but I want her." She spoke now, her eyes full of seriousness before being filled with a bit of lust once he filled her final hole up, body shivering at the cold chocolate against her skin and so her moans began.

Hansel had gotten into a pattern of eating human flesh and candy when ever he fucked his sweet young sister. Pouring the chocolate over bountiful chest he enjoyed the mix mo black chocolate and white flesh. His hands dug into her firm young skin as he slammed into her tight young body he could see her thrust back. "You can have her any way you want her" he wondered if she would enjoy the candy cane treatment. He could only imagine his mother stuffed full of cady while dear sister girnds on her. "You know i love it when you cum all over my cock" they were only a few miles from home the place no doubt would be almost the same. He had all the tools in a black back chloroform, rope, and a sack full of candy. He could see his sister almsot thrusting her chest into his mouth it was clear she was not happy. "come on sis after we kill mom and dad we can move away and do all the things you want to" if she was not his sister he would have called her a show boating whore, sometimes he did. .

Though she was enjoying her brother's hard thrusts that caused the truck to shake a bit, amazingly enough, she still kept a pout on her face whenever she wasn't moaning; Sure, it was a bit difficult to do, but you didn't know Gretel. Her lips curling into a smile however when he stated that she could have their stepmother any way she pleased, she was going to have far too much fun when they arrived at their old home, Gretel continued to suck absentmindedly on the candy cane, starting to suck the red color off. With everything filling her up in such a way, Gretel was coming closer to her climax, her curvy figure shivering hard beneath him before letting out something near a half scream. Her body shuddering beneath his as he came inside of her as well, Gretel moved one of her hands and gently slid the candy cane out of her mouth, running it over one of the very few chocolate spots that her brother hadn't licked up lovingly. Sticking it in his mouth as she sat up, licking her lips softly as she gently pushed him off her, sitting on the back edge of the truck again, her legs spread and the remains of the chocolate across her breasts, she looked as though she had just been fucked by some sort of candy monster, "That means you can't touch her Hansel." She added, raising her legs slightly and pulling the other candy cane from her tighter hole.

He shot his eyes to the side like he always did when he did not get his way, the idea of having dear old dad was not the best. "Fine but you have to take dad i don't want to leave him hard" he had don his share of stuff but he was still a cunt and not a cock man. He once made a necklace of cocks and tits for his sister like a trophy belt. He felt her cum around his cock as she sucked on the candy cane again. "You know yo always get you're way". sometime he had to get rough with her when she was on he blue balling moods. He came deep inside of her fate had yet to bring up the issue of children for which he was more then a little grateful. He could recall when he tried to pull out in the early times, sometimes he did and sometimes he did not. Pulling back on his cloths he dragged the man into the ditch piling dirt on top of him. "I got this for you" it was a candy cane 4 inches thick and several feet long it could be broken into several pieces. He climbed into the cab after he was dressed after watching her. "So what are you going to do to her sis" kissing her he licked up every but of candy that she had missed on her mouth. The house was even more run down then the old witched cabin it made his heart warm. Then he saw his mother she looked almost exactly the same where dads car should be there was a tomb stone. Had there father died or was it another man stepping out he kept the hat over his face. "mam do you need a bible" he asked suppressing a laugh from deep down.

Rolling her eyes because her brother didn't want to leave their dad hard, she couldn't picture it, although she knew that he would easily be the one to kill their father. . Just not toy with his sexual emotions, as apparently, that was where she came in. Fixing her bow accordingly in her hair once he returned from 'burying' the dead man, Gretel blinked softly when he handed her the large candy cane, her eyes lighting up with excitement, "Hansel!" He always had his ways of making her happy, even if it was with simple things such as candy, a bright smile on her face as she bounced into the passenger's side of the truck. Grinning softly when he asked what she was going to do with their stepmother, Gretel giggled against his lips when he licked up the remains of the candy around her lips, her eyes turned to look out the windshield, leaving what she was going to do as a surprise. When their old house came into view, her eyes grew just slightly wide with a bit of excitement, uncrossing her firm legs and leaning forward, looking at their stepmother who appeared as though she could hardly see. And this was not in the same sense as that old witch, oh no, her step mother was evidently losing her vision. Good. Gretel was going to have all too much fun. Still sitting in the truck, the female's face was hidden thanks to the amount of shade that the trees left on the truck, watching her brother step out and tip his hat.

"And who might yo be young man" she asked he could tell she was looking him over in all her years she had been a whore. She did not even know it was him the old woman would have jumped him then and there if he let her. He moved to the truck pulling out a wallet and handing some money to the woman. "This is for the room" he leaned over kissing his sister right in front of his mother. She did not know who she was either so he made it a good and long kiss because tonight they would fuck in the bed they grew up in. "So thats the wench a shame" the old woman was still hitting on him even after he told her that he was engaged. When he explained he needed a room she had explained the layout and how close the room was to her own. He had felt sick the old women pawing all over him, that made it easier to decide and kill her. "well can you show us the room" The walk only showed them the sorry state of the house. Maybe after they killed them they would claim the house and fix up the broken window, chipped and faded paint, dripping roof. "Where is the man of the house" he asked trying to get as much information as he could he tried to user his sister as a barrier. He smiled as he saw the small bed even as a child it had been two small for two. "Sorry we had children they were small and died young" she turned and left the two alone.

Gretel certainly did not like the way her whore of a stepmother was looking over her brother, especially considering that bitch was the reason they were out in the forest and got trapped in that witch's house in the first place. Her eyes narrowing at the woman, she almost didn't feel her brother move in beside her until he pressed his lips against her and kissed her a bit hard, her eyes closing lightly and letting her hand slip into his hair; Of course they were going to toy with the woman's sex drive. Gretel getting out of the car shortly after the kiss, she ignored, or rather didn't say anything, to the old woman's comment of her being a wench. Jealousy was a damn difficult thing. And keeping in mind that she was trying to lure her own step son into her bedroom without the knowledge of who he was, Gretel eyed up the woman all the while their stepmother continued to flirt with her brother, Gretel would have all the more fun ripping pieces of her off her body. Still holding onto her candy cane, Gretel moved into the room that they would be sleeping in and instantly recognized it as their old room, looking around the ceiling and over the floor, moving to the small bed and sitting down lightly on the bed and running her fingers over the soft fabric of the comforter. Her children had died young eh? What a liar. Watching her leave, Gretel looked to her brother instantly, her eyes narrowing at him just slightly, "I want her to hear you make me scream."

He laughed the idea of nailing his sister in there bed was something that aroused the young man more then anything he could imagine. "You two can make yourself anything you like" He shut the door on her face the woman moving it just in time. Many days at home the two would walk around naked enjoying the sight of each other. Picturing his step mother naked only gave him a sick feeling. "I take it you want me to get her into bed...but who's ares or fathers" he asked walking his fingers over as his chest before exposing them to wandering hands and wandering lips. He pulled her to the edge of the bed spreading her legs as his hands found her tight ass massaging them in his hands. He could feel her move almost purring as her slowly began to unwrap her like a gift. "You remember the first time, it was Christmas are first alone as i recall you wanted to give me a gift" The witch had taken everything forcing them to eat over and over again. They had tricked her but she was not as foolish as they though and in the end they killed cooked and ate the old hag. "It was such a sweet thing i nearly wept at the site of you're body" Placing his hands under her body he pulled her close.

She wanted her stepmother to hear her screaming out in pleasure for her brother, because to rub it in her mother's face? And do it in that manner? It was all the more fun when Gretel got herself ready to rid the world of their stepmother, her lips curved into a soft smile because she could feel her skin tingling with a bit of want for her brother. She loved him, to say the least, and she knew that he knew it just as well as she did. Perhaps that was how he was so good at taking care of her, and getting her what she wanted even on the occasions that it pissed him off. He knew she had a good enough sense of judgment to where it wouldn't hurt either of them, so he went along with her ideas when she had them. "I want you to take me and then go to her, tell her you want her Hansel." She knew her brother took no interest in her horrid stepmother, but she wanted to see her stepmother worked up and then utterly startled to find herself in the predicament of arousal before death. Though when he pulled her toward him, Gretel blinked softly when he slid his body between her legs and settled his hands against her ass, her legs growing soft when he mentioned Christmas. That was their first, and it always made her smile when he brought it up, her arms gently wrapping themselves around his neck, "I wanted to give you something special." She spoke quietly, setting her lips against his, not quite kissing as he spoke, closing her eyes when his hands moved under her and pulled her body close to his, her hands now working to pull his shirt off his body. "I love you Hansel." She murmured, pressing her lips against his now, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck now, holding onto him.

Kaisha laid there, her eyes closed and her vision was total darkness. Blood from all around her body coming out of a wound on her chest. Dead bodies piled all around her, the town was a ghost town, no fires or anything out of the ordinary except the bodies all around Kaisha. The bodies seemed to have their eyes burned, and their bodies were twisted in ways not humanly possible. The only intact body was the body of a young girl, although badly damaged she seemed to be the only living being on the small town. Kaisha was refered to as the best ninja in town, she was strong enough to protect the village from outsiders. Her parents were simple farmers so from where did her powers came from were unheard. From time to time Kaisha had some problems with another personality that was in her mind, a sick and twisted personality not often taken out. The past of the young girl was a mistery since she never talked, and when she did it was very rare. One day all hell broke loose, it all started with the murder of her parents. Kaisha was feared by the townsfolk, the only people who were kind to her were her own parents, and even so they were afraid. One day the town leader ordered the assasination of Kaisha parent??s, the plan went through at night, when Kaisha was sleeping. It was quick and painless for the parent??s, however when morning arrived all hell broke loose. Kaisha seeing her murdered parents set off her other personality, the town was engulfed in the pain she felt, and she let everyone know how bad of a mistake they made. The town were engulfed in a black sphere, what happened inside nobody could know, but when the sphere was broken the townsfolk were dead, all formed in a circle around the girl, the girl unconcious on the floor.

Shisou emerged in a deep slumber he had been hiding from the guards spying in allies was against the rule. He moved slowly through the room it was covered in blood and bodies people lay were they had fallen. "Is anyone alive" He asked stepping between the drops of blood his feet falling silently. He was not sure if he was alone his hand gripped the ninja sword a straight version of the samurais Katana most people did not use the long weapon. He slashed through a wall bringing it down in a single blow. "Are you OK" he asked bending down to check the wounded girl for a pulse he had medical nin training he had not used in years. He took her in his arms leaving the bloody sight behind as he made his way to the river near the large house. He placed her on the side of the bank cleaning her so he could see how badly she was hurt. Catching a fish he stole some of its life pouring it into the girl. He did this again and again until the wound stopped bleeding this took a lot of effort and more fish.

Kaisha was taken to a nearby river, every step of her carrier meant extra damage to her body. Her body was badly hurt, her eyes were bleeding and her chest had a big mark on it. After hours of the medical nin to try and try Kaisha began to move, her bones still hurting as she opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry and not too good, she could not see much besides blurry images of the person above her. The sound of the river next to her was very clear, it was not a faint sound but was real. As she groaned in pain she closed her eyes again, images of her parent??s murder came into view as she quickly opened it again. The sound of the ninja was barely noticible, she groaned as she felt her other side trying to take control. The town was once again involved into darkness as visions of people burning and the river dried out, fish trying to live as the river was there no more. Shadows appeared all around the ninja as Kaisha slowly fought of control over her own body and town went back to normal. She was out of energy as she just fainted again.

The blade was enveloped in light only the creatures bent around the light allowing him enough room to moved. "You have to wake up we have to run" he summoned a rickshaw and placed her into it. He began to run as fast as he could the river no longer there made a good road covered in flat stones. He could feel the demonic creatures chasing after him now and then he threw a weapon enveloped in light. The light was made from his own aura something like Chakra and ki but it was not either. "come on you need to wake up" he could not ravel through the tree without hurting her even more. He came to the end of the river once a water fall stood there now only a great drop. He took out the sword cutting the shadows over and over again before the shaw began to fall. Grabbing the girl he dove over waterfall his back coated in ice his the ground as he swam to safety. The creatures did not like water not that he liked it much more but at least he had gotten away from the enemy.

A smirk. A pounce. A playful growl and a laugh. Vea was out harassing the Miltanks once again. The pokegirl couldn't help herself. It was fun. The docile cow type pokemon always gave a good show when she chased them about. And none were more docile than the ones in this town. She continued to chase and chase, just having a good old time. Vea never thought that the Miltank would strike back. That was until one of them whipped around to stare the vulpix girl down. There was an eerie glow in the miltanks eye as it charged back at her. Her eyes widened as she ran frantically away. But the miltank just kept chasing her. So she ran for the one safe place she knew. She ran for the lab. Upon making it close, she called out for him. Professor! Help me! She called as she dodged the enraged Miltank time and time again.

Professor Ficus, the professor of this small town, as he found it quiet around here, was just working on some behavioral notes on his computer when he heard a familiar voice calling for help. It was his Vulpix, Vea, no doubt bothering the Miltanks again, just because she figured she could. Sighing, the young professor stood up, clicking 'save' before heading towards the front of the lab, cracking his back along the way and fixing his lab coat. Pushing his small glasses up a little with his index finger, he moved towards the door, opening it and looking out, rather surprised at what he saw. "What the? Why is the Miltank...oh bother." Moving out as quick as he could, he dashed towards the little fox, quickly scooping her up into his arms as he dodged the very angry cow, wondering what was going on. "I know you mess with them, but this is ridiculous. Since when do they get as angry as a Touros?" Keeping Vea lifted up in one arm, he dug through his coat pocket, quickly pulling out a tranquilizer, and, popping the cap with his teeth, dodged once more headbutt from the Miltank before stabbing the needle right in her left shoulder. The bovine stumbled a little, making soft sounds before finally going out, falling to the floor asleep. Sighing, the man before to walk back to the lab, keeping his Pokemorph close to him as he looked into her big eyes and mumbled a little. Bringing her in, he shut the door behind them and sat down, placing her on his lap, as he pinched her right ear. "So, care to explain just how you made that one so angry with you, Vea?"

Vea spotted her professor, and boy was she glad. Next she knew he was scooping her up into his arms and dodging Miltank. She buried her face into his lab coat. She was a little afraid now that she had witnessed and angry Miltank. I dunno... I was just playin and she got all mad at me. She said quietly. She peaked out as he pulled out a tranquilizer, popped it open, and plunged it into the enraged Miltanks shoulder. She watched the pokemon fall, still surprised at the sudden burst of rage it had displayed. She had never witnessed something so traumatic. She knew which pokemon not to harass. And usually Miltank were safe. Then they were heading towards the lab. She watched as he looked right down into her big brown eyes and mumbled. Her ears flattened on her head and she looked down. Was she in trouble now? Soon he sat down and placed her on his lap. She started to cuddle up to him when all of the sudden he pinched her ear. She let out a small squeal and a whine as she rubbed her ear. Owwy... She pouted. I didnt do anything! Honest. She just got really mad. I was just playing tag... She said, pouting some more. Honest! She just lost her temper for no good reason.

Letting out a soft sigh, Ficus let his hand gently pet Vea's ear he had pinched, scratching her in just the right spot behind it. He began to think as he kept petting her, letting her cuddle into him a bit more. "I know, you always just play around with the other Pokemon, but still...a sudden change in temper that drastic? It makes no sense to me. Even more so from such a docile Miltank. The ones around here have such even tempers and are used to your tricks by now. And its not close to mating season for them, so they wouldn't be aggressive, and still nothing like that. I just don't get it...." Kissing Vea's forehead softly, right between her cute ears, he ruffled her tuft of hair, placing her on the floor as he stood up. "I need to look into some, Vea. Stay in the lab, this time, just in case something else weird happens." Walking away from his Vulpix girl, the Professor mumbled something under his breath as he went into thought, going back into his study, the door clicking shut behind him. He spent several hours in the room, typing away at his computer as he looked for other reports of similar happenings over the net, and what he found only made his worry worse. Things like this had started to happen all over, with cases that were on larger scales being documented. And yet, no one could figure out why; it wasn't even a Team's fault or anything this time, as that had already been looked into. Something was going on with Pokemon behavior and he didn't know why, nor could he seem to find why...and it bothered him more then it should. Ficus was the sort of person who wanted to know everything about Pokemon, and when something came up that couldn't be looked into or was unknown, to greatly bothered him, because he didn't know about it or what to do. "Dammit! What the hell is going on...?" Grumbling and yelling a little more, he removed his glasses and placed them on the desk, placing his head on his hand and trying to think, even going as far as neglecting to lock his study door.

Vea enjoyed his petting and scratching. She loved getting such tender attention from her Professor. She made little sounds of content as she got comfortable and nestled even closer to him. Professor Ficus had been around her for as long as she could remember, and she liked him more than anyone else in the whole world. It was so scary, Professor... She said as she stayed nestled in close. I wasnt sure I could outrun her. I thought I was gonna get trampled. She said looking up at him. She grinned when he ruffled her hair then kissed her forehead. Any affection the Professor showed was more than welcome. She did frown a little when he placed her down on the floor. Alright. She said. She didnt like staying inside, but if he said so, she would obey his orders with no fuss. She sighed as he walked off and shut the door behind him. Now she was worried for him. Vea could always tell when he was worried or bothered by something. And it really upset her. She moved to sit at the door, hoping he would come out again soon. But hours passed and he didnt come out. Vea hated it when he locked himself up, even for work. She quietly waited for as long as she could. Then she got an idea. She would try and cheer him up! But how to go about it. She thought and thought. Maybe he would be happier with a full stomach. She knew she got upset when she was hungry. Maybe if he got food, he would be less upset. Vea quickly jumped up and wondered out to the kitchen. Now what could she make for him? Hmmm... She began to pull out ingredients. Pokemon kibble. Milk. Seasonings. Some veggies she found in the fridge. She began to work. It took quite a few hours to get anything that looked edible. But a few hours, a few tries, and one big mess of a kitchen later, she had a dish full of what she thought looked appetizing. Nevermind the fact that professor probably wouldnt go for pokemon food. She hadnt thught of that. She got silverwear and put food on a plate. Then she walked back towards the study. She was just about to open the door when he hollared. It shocked her and she squealed, and dropped the dish. The clatter of a fork hitting the floor, and the sound of a dish shattering came soon after.

Ficus was about to yell something else out, as he heard the squeal, followed by the clatter and shatter of a plate, he quickly forgot his anger and rushed to the door. "Vea! Are you alright?" He called out, just as he opened the door, seeing the scared little Vulpix there, looking shocked, with a plate, silverware, and some food at her feet. The Professor let out a sigh, revealed to see his fox was alright, rubbing her head a little. "I'm sorry, Vea, my yelling must have scared you...and after the effort you must have put into this." He said, looking towards the food and ruined plate on the floor. Pressing his finger to the tip of her nose, he smiled lightly, moving towards the little closet close by, getting out a broom and dust pan. Still, just before he started to clean, he used his other hand to scoop up a taste of the food from the top, which still looked clean. Tasting it a moment, he looked rather pleased. "You made this, Vea? It tastes like it would have been great." Lucky for the vulpine, Ficus, over the years as a professor, had actually grown to the taste of Pokemon chow, having had to get many Pokemon to eat it. Sweeping up the glass and food, he picked up the silverware and headed for the kitchen, dumping the pan's contents into the trash and placing the utensils in the sink. He then noticed the mess she had made in the kitchen, yet, he still smiled as he looked down to her and chuckled. "What a mess...but it was all for me? Your such a good girl sometimes, Vea. Come on...let's clean this up, then we can relax a bit." Taking about an hour to make everything spotless again, Ficus laughed a little, cracking his shoulder a little. "There, all done. Come on, follow me, Vea." Wandering back into the hall, he went upstairs with her, going to his bedroom, which he shared with her. Letting her in, he closed the door a little behind him, and hung up his coat on the back of the door's hanger. Kicking off his shoes, he took a seat on the bed, patting the space beside him for her. "Thanks for your effort, Vea...I'm sorry again for scaring you. Its just...I get upset when I can't solve a problem, and this odd behavior thing as happened in other places as well, but no one knows why. It stumps me, and I want to get to the bottom of it, but there's no reason why any of this should be happening...it all just bothers me...."

Vea watched as the Professor came out. Her eyes were wide. Im alright, Professor. She said quietly. She glanced down at the mess she had made. Im sorry... I tried to make you something to make you happy, but I accidently dropped it... She said quietly. She did cheer up some when he rubbed her head. Its okay professor. She said with a nod. As long as he wasnt mad at her for dropping everything and making a mess, she wasnt upset by his yelling. She giggled some as he gently poked her nose. She watched as he cleaned that mess up. Her smile grew wide when he tasted some of it, and said it was good. You really mean it? She asked, excited. Her tails wagged back and forth happily. I made it just for you! I thought maybe something good to eat would make you happy again. She explained. She followed him out into the kitchen, but looked down when he noticed the mess. She felt a little bad until he said she was a good girl sometimes. She then looked up again, grinned cutely and got to work, helping him clean up. She eagerly looked forward to their time to relax. She liked it when the Professor wasnt busy. She got to spend time with him then. And so, Vea cleaned as quickly and efficiently as she could. Soon enough, things were perfectly clean. She looked up at Professor Ficus. Okay! She said. Relaxing time for Vea and Professor! She chanted happily. She spun around a little as she followed him back into the hall. She caught up with his stride, and slipped her hand in his as they headed to their room. She was the only pokemon that got to share a room with him, and that made her feel special. Once they entered the bedroom, she quickly pounced up onto the bed, her tails flicking contently. She listened to what he said and frowned. Its okay, professor. Youre the best. Youll figure it out soon. She said confidently. And Ill make you happy anytime you need to be happy! She added. Then she curled up amidst the blankets, hiding from him. Vea liked to play games. She hoped hed be in the mood to play today.

"Well, its good to know you have so much confidence in me." He chuckled lightly, watching as his Vulpix curled herself up among the blanket, smiling a little as she wanted to play. Vea had always been closer to him then anyone else, be it person or Pokemon. He had raised her from when she was a pup and always kept her close to him. Though, when one hides, they shouldn't do it in front of who they hide from, or have such waggly tails. Grinning, Ficus pounced the spot she was in playfully, reaching under the blankets to tickle her a bit, more then happy to play with her for a bit. "You always make me happy, Vea. Its just something you seem to be able to do." He laughed a little more, as he pulled her out from the covers and put her on his lap. He relaxed back with her, tickling her sides a bit more. After playing with the little fox for a bit, he sighed and laid back, letting her lay upon him, as he usually did. Humming a little tune, he ruffled her hair and rubbed her ears with one hand, using the other to hold onto her. "I can promise you I feel a bit better already, Vea. Still...with as much time as you spend with me, are you sure you don't wish for a mate? Your getting to that stage, and you seem to be just fine staying around me. Not that I mind, mind you." He chuckled and playfully kissed the tip of her nose, smiling as he looked into her cute, big brown eyes. "You have always been my favorite, and I doubt that'll change anytime soon."

Vea knew hed find her. She wanted him to. She liked when he spent time with her. It made her happy, and it was a lot more fun than chasing the Miltank. She waited patiently, and soon she heard him pounce. Next she knew he was tickling her mercilessly. She laughed as he continued to tickle. She liked hearing that she always made him happy. Vea smiled. Good! Im glad I have that talent! Yep, yep! She declared between the laughs. Finally she was pulled out from under the covers, and into his lap. That suited her fine, as she lightly licked his cheek. More tickling drew more giggles and laughter from her. She was happy. Very happy. When finally they finished playing, he laid back, and she sprawled out, laying on him. Her ear was pressed to his chest, and she could her his breaths and heartbeats. She let out a sound of content as he rubbed her ears and hair with one hand. Im glad to hear that, Professor. Vea said. She had set out to make him feel better and it had worked. She felt proud. Then she frowned when he mentioned a mate. She looked him dead in the eye. No mate. She said. I just want to spend forever with you... She said quietly. In her mind, his talk of a mate maid her worry he might not want her around. I dont want a mate... Dont want anyone or anything but to stay with you... She added. But she did smile again when he kissed her nose and said he didnt mind her being around. She didnt look away when he looked her right in the eyes. Im glad... Dont want anyone to take my place... She said. She was rather sensitive to the thought that maybe someday hed find a new favorited.

He nodded to her when she got serious, petting her soft, warm fur as he smiled to her. "Alright, alright. I'll drop the subject then." Ficus smiled once more as she started to talk, saying how she never wanted to leave him, or let anyone else take her place. He chuckled softly, ruffling her air as he kept his eyes on hers, his blue orbs shining into her brown ones. "That would never happen, Vea. No one could ever replace you, my cute little fox." Kissing her nose once more, he hugged her to him, tracing a finger down her spine, slowly gliding along her back, then back up. "And knowing you never want to leave makes me even happier. I was afraid one day, you may just get sick of me. And...I've been worrying if whatever happened to that Miltank and so many others may happen to you. I wouldn't be able to take it." Looking a little sad, he tore his gaze from hers, keeping his hand on her lower back, the other rubbing behind her ear. Closing his eyes, the Professor sighed out, trying to keep his mind clear of thoughts he didn't want to be there. Slowly, his hand on her back slid down, past her rear, to rub and pet at her fluffy tails, something that always seemed to help keep him calm. Then, propping an eye open, he looked to the little flame vulpine on his chest, asking a question that seemed to have come from no where. "Vea...do you love me?"

Vea listened, her gaze on him still quiet intense. To her this was serious business. She was incredibly loyal to him, so she would not even think of taking a mate. She relaxed a bit when he said hed drop the subject. She was glad for that. She calmly listened as he talked some more, still ruffling her hair, and looking her in the eyes. Something about his gaze controlled all of her focus. Good... She said. Im glad to hear that. She said with a smile after he kissed her nose and hugged her. She trembled a little as his fingers traced along her spine and back up again. Why would I want to leave? You take care of me best. She said contently. She frowned as he voiced his worries. Ill never become that way! She said. Never ever. Because it might mean I would hurt you, and I wont ever do that! She said, determined. Vea watched as his expression turned sad and he stopped looking at her. Had she done something wrong? She didnt want to think she had. She could still feel his hand on her back, and the other gently stroking her ear. He sighed and closed his eyes. She could tell he was attempting to clear his thoughts of all the bad things. She blinked a little as his hand moved down further and stoked her tail. She liked that feeling, because she knew that doing that gave him a way to be calm and peaceful. Vea smiled when he opened one eye and gazed at her. But she looked surprised when his question popped forth. She read his expression, to see if he was being serious or joking. When she determined he was serious, she swallowed. Y-yes... She said softly. She could feel the heat flush her cheeks. I really do love you. She said sincerely.

His hand slowly slid from her ears, tracing its way down to her furry cheek. Gently caressing it in his palm, he smiled to her, feeling she was a bit warmer then usual, a sure sign to him she was blushing as she spoke. "You really mean it, Vea? You're not just saying it because you know its what I want to hear?" Holding the little fox closer to him, he moved her up a little, looking deep into her big brown orbs as his other eye opened, keeping his gaze locked on hers. His hand continued to caress and rub her cheek gently, as the other kept petting her fluffy tails, lightly kissing her nose as he looked at her. Keeping his eyes on hers, he could see she really did mean what she said, smiling once more as he pulled her up, gently and sweetly placing his lips on her own, giving her a kiss, and letting it hold for a few moments. As he pulled back from the kiss, his hand on her tails began to trail up her back once more, keeping the line of her spine as he chuckled quietly, nuzzling her in his arms. "That makes me glad to hear you say that, Vea...as you make me happier then anyone else could, be it Pokemon, human, or otherwise. Only you have ever been able to bring the brightest smile to my face. So, thank you, for always staying with me, my little fox, my little Vea."

Vea felt herself tense as he moved his hand down gently to her cheek. She hoped she had said the right thing. She had told the truth, and she had always been told that telling the truth was best. She knew he could tell she was blushing when his hand caressed her cheek. I really do mean it. Honest. She said, looking him right in the eyes when she said this. If I didnt love you I wouldnt say yes... You taught me not to lie, member? She said. She smiled a little when he held her closer and continued to pet and kiss her nose. She liked the attention he gave to her. She really was dead serious about what she said. She wasnt the type to lie at all. Next she knew she was pulled up. Her eyes widened for a second as he kissed her, but she soon realized she liked it and kissed him back. She couldnt believe he was actually kissing her like this, but she loved the feeling it gave her. When he pulled back, Vea looked at him wide-eyed. Her fingertips brushed lightly over her just kissed lips. She trembled a little more when once again his hands made their way up, tracing the line of her spine. She nuzzled back. My Professor... She said softly. She listened to his words and couldnt help but smile. She loved knowing that she meant that much to her. Ill always be here to make you smile! Honest. Ill always be here... Dont wanna leave... Not ever. She said. She looked up. Shyly, she stole a kiss, then looked down, hoping he didnt mind.

"I know you wouldn't lie, I've taught you better then that. I've raised you and been with you for as long as you've been alive...you've been like a daughter, a friend, and a pet all in one, and yet...so much more, as you got older." Nuzzling her, he placed his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he smiled brightly, giving her another quick kiss. Sitting up a little, he kept her on his lap, lightly running his hands up and down her sides, caressing her form through the lovely fur. Leaning down he pressed his lips to her neck, giving her soft little kisses as he trailed up, placing a sweet kiss to her lips once more, being very affectionate in his actions. Pressing his lips to hers, he held the kiss, slowly making it more passionate, even letting his tongue ever so slightly slide over her lips, before pulling back just a little, holding on to her smaller, warmer form. "I never plan to leave you either, nor do I want to. I just want to keep my little Vulpix with me as long as possible. And Vea...I love you too, I truly do." Smiling, he caressed her body, resting his head against hers once more, looking very content and happy with this moment.

Professor... Vea said softly, his gaze capturing hers again. My professor... She added softly. Something about the way he spoke to her, the sincerity of his words, and the way his lips and hands so gently caressed over her body was dizzying. She wanted to pinch herself to see if this was real. Another kiss on her lips turned hotter as he held it longer and even brushed his tongue along her lips. Her lips had parted on instinct that time. When he pulled back some, she looked up at him, the heat in her cheeks definitely there, albeit hidden by fur. She felt warm, and loved in his arms. She had never felt so happy. Vea listened and hung on to each word he spoke. She would see to it that they would stay together. Her brown eyes looked wide up at him. I love you so much, professor... She said softly as his hands continued to move over her body. She smiled as his head rested against hers again. She liked how happy he looked. I want you to be this happy forever... She said, decidedly.

"Well, if you stay with me, then I will be happy, Vea." He smiled a bit as he kissed at her nose, holding her tight to him, rubbing his cheek into her soft, furred one, chuckling a little as he looked to her big, brown eyes. "Someone feels even hotter then usual. Is my affection really getting to you that much, Vea? Such a cute little fox you are, my girl." He leaned down to kiss her once more, whispering to her as he parted his lips to lick at hers. "And you're all mine...." Deepening the kiss further, he slipped his muscle into her warm mouth, tasting her sweet, hot taste, as his hand on her back slid down, lightly landing on her little rear, holding onto her as he played with her fur. His fingers reaching up from her rear, he played with the base of her tail, touching just the right spots; an advantage of studying Pokemon as much as he does, he knew just about anything about them, including just what, well, turned them on. Never figured he'd actually use the information, but hey, it was good to know. Letting his tongue move about her mouth and along her own muscle, he kept the kiss going for a bit longer. Finally, he pulled back, letting his hand stay on her rear and rub her tail base, grinning to her. "How's that feel, little fox?"

And Ill be happy if youre happy... So I guess that means its win-win. She said with a grin as once again he kissed her nose, held her tight and, rubbed her cheek. Her eyes glanced down as he looked at her and chuckled. I cant help it... She whimpered a little. I dunno why Im so anxious and excited, she explained. Just kinda am... She finished just before he kissed her again, and claimed her his. When he licked at her lips, they parted, and when his tongue explored her mouth, hers instinctually came out to meet. She was aware that his hand was sliding down further and further, but it didnt seem to bother the little fox at all. However, when his fingers moved on to the base of her tail, and hit just the right spots, she let out a wanting little moan into the kiss. She began to hold off the moans though, going back to their passionate kiss. She had never felt such a fire burning inside. Everything felt hot, and she felt like her body was more sensitive that it usually was. She continued to brush her tongue back along his as they continued this little session of make out. When he pulled away, Vea leaned against him. She loved the feel of his hand working at the base of her tail. Pr-professor... She said softly. Feels so good... She said, looking him straight in the eyes.

Ficus seemed to smile and grin as he heard that cute little moan of want from his Vulpix, keeping up the touch, rubbing and massaging right on those spots at the tail base, as he nipped at the tip of her right ear, giving it little love bites, as he lowered his head and kissed Vea's neck, leaving little kisses, nibbles, and licks along the areas there, chuckling to her reactions. "I'm glad to hear that, Vea. Happy to know my studies weren't wrong." Looking to her big eyes, he kissed her lips once more, as his free hand let her go a moment, and slowly moved down between them. Ever so lightly, in a teasing way, he glided his index finger along her warm slit, feeling the hot juices that were starting to gather there. Bring his hand back up, he grinned a bit, licking her lips. "Mmm...looks like my little Vulpix is getting in the mood...you're already a little wet down there, Vea." Pressing his fingers just a little more into the spots, he rubbed at her rear a bit with the rest of his hand, as his free hand slide down her form. He traced his finger up from her stomach, till he came to her chest, playfully circling the finger around her breasts, looking to her eyes as he kissed her sweet, whispering to her as he nuzzled in. "Does my Vea want something from her Professor...?"

Each touch made her eager for a bit more. This feeling was so unusual, so unfamiliar to Vea, and yet, not at all unwelcome. She continued to make those longing noises as he continued to touch those special spots. She trembled and her ear twitched as he nipped, then began to kiss at her neck. She felt so anxious, and perhaps a little frustrated. She wanted more. His chuckles make her look at him. T-they were on the spot... Professor... She said softly as he looked into her eyes. She eagerly accepted his next kiss. She was aware of his hands moving down but it didnt really warrant any comment. Well, not until she felt his finger slip down and begin to tease her slit. She lot out a moan, just a bit louder than her other ones. She watched him bring his hand back up. I cant help it... She said. Everything your doing is making me feel so hot inside... She added. She followed his hands a little better this time, eager to see all the ways he could make her feel good. In truth, Vea had never bothered to explore her own body because there had always been too many other things to explore in the world around her. She let out more calls as he continued to work all those feel good spots. She bit her lip as she felt his hands glide up along her stomach, then stop at her chest. She found her back instinctually arching a bit as he circled her breasts. She tried to focus on the kiss, but everything he was doing was really distracting. She heard his question and whined a little bit. Professor... Please make it better... She pleaded. By this point the feeling of want was a little bit overwhelming. I want you...

Ficus smirked and then smiled to the Vulpix girl in front of him, well aware this was the first time she had ever been sexually stimulated like this, or to any point; her attention span was all over the place, so, and he never recalled her asking much about her growing body as she matured. "Because you're enjoying my touch...everyone longs to be like this with someone they truly love. And I've only just started teaching you, Vea...." Kissing her lips once more, he let his head trail down a moment, lightly flicking his tongue over one of her nipples, his hand caressing her furred chest, rubbing her breasts softly, caressing him, as he looked back into her eyes. His other hand slipped back down her form, making shapes on her leg and thigh, as he grinned once again. His finger slid along her little slit once more, as he let it slowly push inside of her, allowing her to adjust to an invader before moving it around a little, rubbing her on the inside. "You'll have me, my lovely little fox. Professor will make it all even better...but first, you do have something more to learn...." Letting his hands leave her form, he sat back a moment, pulling off his polo shirt, tossing it to the side, bearing his slender, toned chest to her, as he had when they took baths together. Picking her up for just a moment, he placed her beside him, as he undid and kicked off his pants, followed by his boxers...letting her see his nine inch length in its mostly erect state. He let her look at him, as he gently took one of her paws, guiding it to his shaft, letting her touch it. "Just like I can please you, Vea, you can please me as well...see what you can figure out on your own and ask if you need help." He pet her ears lovingly, knowing, as a matured female 'morph, her instincts of this sort of situation would be kicking in soon, to at least give her some form of general idea. "If you can learn...it will make Professor even happier."

Saturday had once again rolled around the corner in what had seemed like the shortest week of her entire life time. How in the world had school come out so quickly, the only thing that was clearly making her smile was the thought of spending time with her kids. Jessie had taken vacation for the first two weeks of school break, the break was something she needed at the current time. Work was booming and of course she would never truly be on vacation because the manager of the Information Management Division of the local hospital could not simply shut off both computer and cell phone. She knew too well that she would work from time to time. As Daphne entered the room Jessie had already begun setting the table for a family breakfast. Her son would be the one sitting at the head of the table with both girls on either side. She would be sitting at the foot, the usual order. After all he was the man in the house right? The red head of seventeen smiled at her mother the bright blue eyes sparking a little as she noted the fresh cut fruit that had been placed on the table. Good Morning, Mom! Morning Daphne, is your sister up? Jessie asked as the teen rolled her eyes. Why on earth would she care if Mary Jane was up? Not, like her younger sister ever got up on time. No Mary was a night person, even though she was only fifteen she would stay up and go out when ever she felt like it, some Daphne did not like. It was strange having a younger sister run around the bars you did not dare to go too. As he mothers eyes glanced at the young lady she shrugged her shoulders lightly while grabbing the milk out of the fridge and placing it on the filled kitchen table. Why dont you go wake here! Jessie mentioned calmly knowing to well that the two girls did not get along well at all. Daphne glanced at her white nightgown dressed mom and shock her head lightly No... She pushed her hands against the red, silky PJ-pants the matching tank top clinging tightly to her body.

Saturday, now there was a day that could never be ignored. A day where you didn't have teachers bickering at you and no school work to do. just laze about and enjoy the day as it slowly went by. Plus the fact that it had now become summer break only made this Saturday even better. in the Toshiro's darkened room the soft sounds of dog's feet were softly heard plotting on the floor before jumping into his master's bed and licking Toshiro on the face. "All right all right im up, gah!" He sighed and yawned and stretched before sitting up and throwing the blankets off of him and onto the bed. "All right Shadow lets get you some food." He smiled and ran his hands over the husky's muzzle and pulled on his p.j pants and a white tee-shirt. Slowly walking out of his room with shadow trailing behind him He walked into the kitchen and noticed his mother and sister talking. "Morning you two." He walked over to where he kept shadow's food dish and bag of food before he scooped up some of the food and set it down for him to eat. "There ya go eat up boy." He then leaned against the counter and looked at Jessie and Daphne. "So then whats for breakfast you two?" He tilted his head wondering what his mother was cooking up for a morning breakfast. "Has anyone woken up M.J. yet?" Toshiro ran a hand through his dyed silver hair and yawned before going over to the couch and sitting down on it. Just like in fashion of his father he sat in his own recliner and watched the news on the TV.

The moment her brother walked into the kitchen Daphne had her bright eyes on him. Following his every move as close as possible. She mentioned Good Morning is a silly girl giggle but instantly felt the green eyes monster of jealousy taking over as he mentioned Mary Jane. How could he think about her when she, Daphne was in the room? The girl could not help but be furious that he would think about their other sister, after all she was the one to want. I didnt. I think she can continue to sleep all day long! She growled evil before being reminded of dad. French toast sticks, darling Jessie answered her son but did not take her eyes of the stove. She could feel Daphne become upset as Mary had been mentioned but choose it best to stay out of it. It was strange to have her daughters fighting over their brother as it was. As she looked over to the couch she nearly called Toshiro her husbands name Kamu...I mean Toshiro, why dont you go wake her? She suggested knowing he would be the only one that would not be yelled at by the temper of morning M. J.

Toshiro sat up from his chair then nodded. "Sure sure all right." He looked at shadow who had his head resting on the arm of the chair. "Come on boy lets go spook M.J Shall we?" Shadow barked then turned and started to run up the stairs and stopped at M.J's door. He waited for Toshiro to get to the door and open it for him, As he did that shadow slowly crept into the room along with Toshiro who walked over to the side of the bed. He knew his sister kept one side of the bed pinned in so that she didn't kick the blankets off so he looked over at shadow and nodded who jumped onto the bed and started to slobber and lick M.J's Face while Toshiro held down the other side of the blankets and pin her into the bed making it so she couldn't escape from shadow. "That's a good boy, wake her up now!" He laughed and looked at his sister. "Mary Jane, Its time to get up breakfast is being cook so you need to get up!"

A smirk crossed Daphnes face as she thought about Shadow slobbering all over M.J.s face. This should be an interesting morning after all. Of course it hurt her to think that her sister might end up touching him, but she would get her chance. When she did she would make him hers. She wanted to have him around, almost as if he was her most priced possession. Meanwhile Jessie just shook her head a little trying to hurry the breakfast along. M.J. would have two sets that was sure. Daphne would stick with the fruit that was on the table, and the rest would be for Toshiro, Shadow, and herself. She was just finishing the last break when she heard the giggles escaping from upstairs. Mary Jane had been sleeping in the usual curled up position and was to far in her dreams to have noticed the dog climb onto the bed. The moment the hot tongue touched her cheek the green eyes shoot open and she tried her hardest to take cover from the loving kisses. She tried to squirm away, the young girl noticed how tight her sheets where forced down and growled playfully. Im up Im up! She mumbled as Shadow took a seat and let MJ crawl out for under her sheets. Looking at her brother with sleepy eyes she stretched out on the bed, only this time on top of the sheets. As she closed her eyes for a few moments she suddenly felt that warm rough feeling on her feet and jumped into a giggling fit. Shadow was tickling her with his tongue.

Toshiro laughed then stepped back. "Time for breakfast sis." He just shook his head and looked at Shadow. "Come on boy lets go." He then turned and headed out of M.J's room and back to the living room. "She's up." He then thought about it for a second and looked at Shadow. "Oh sorry boy come on lets let you go out back for morning bathroom. Sorry boy." He laughed and grabbed his shoes and slipped them on and headed to the back yard and let Shadow go and head out" Once shadow was done with his morning bathroom break he trotted back over to Toshiro and barked. Toshiro laughed and just patted him on the head. "Well time for breakfast so go lay down." He walked back through the sliding glass door and to the living room and sat down watching the news as he always did. Toshiro wasn't a fool. He knew what his sisters felt of him and maybe any other chance he'd jump at but he knew not of the games of the heart. Just of a young mind and body that saw 3 very attractive women. Both his Sisters and his own mother. He sighed trying to figure out his own mind and the signals his body was giving to his mind.

It was late night and Ava found it difficult to sleep. Every since she laid down at around 9pm, well, she couldn't seem to find a comfortable spot. Not to mention her mind was filled with so memories of the past few days. Mostly, it started out so simple. She came into the sterile room where marines had restrained a half dazed #24. The drugs used on the young Xenomorph would surely wear off in a few moments, but it was enough time to strap the female to a familiar steel table and leave her completely exposed to Ava's poking and prodding. Things had become so innocent and logical. Testing the female's reaction to pain and other stimulation. Slowly working the young female over until finally they had gotten to a point where they noticed just how human this one was becoming. Her genitalia was similar to that of the human female. It swelled when aroused and became slick with a strange substance. At first, they thought it might be as corrosive as the xeno's blood, but no. It was moist and sticky. Things progressed drastically after that... From teasing and toying to actual sexual stimulation. Coaxing an orgasm from the animal until finally they received a sample of her fluids. It was tested to see if there were any toxic agents within. None. If anything, there seemed to be something that encouraged sexual chemicals to be released. Almost as though the creature was built to coax it's lover to want it more and more. It had been tested on Ava. She tasted the sample and felt a warm tingle within her. Nothing strange or different, but she spent the night aching for something, anything... Now, Ava laid awake and all she could think about was #24 in her confinement. It seemed unfair. To have such a beautiful creature secreted away like that. #24 deserved better. She wasn't like the other Xenomorphs they kept under lock and key. She certainly wasn't like the Queen that had spawned her. #24 was a rare, beautiful gem among scientifical discoveries. It was also speculated that #24 might be able to breed like her mother. That #24 wasn't a mindless drone, but a young queen herself. Those were the thoughts that killed Ava's mind as she got out of bed and redressed herself in what she wore that day. Shrugging on her lab coat and grabbing her identification, she made her way down to the ship's hull where they kept the different subjects separated. Probably one of the most dangerous places to be, but she didn't care. She needed to see #24 again. If only to talk to the creature. Ha. Think about it... a human... wanted to talk to a Xenomorph. Was there anything more ridiculous then that? Then again, Ava suspected that #24 was learning and understood more then most of them knew. "At ease, Soldier", she breath. Holding up her tag, she flashed a stiff smile. "I'm merely here to check in on the subject." "We didn't receive any orders of a late night visit, Dr. Bradley." The soldier, an older man in his mid-30s to early-40s regarded her with some amount of suspicion. "Yes, well, I'm the doctor here, aren't I? And that's my project in there. Let me through so I can check on it." Yes, she had to keep her voice neutral almost cool. #24 couldn't be anything to her other then some creature they were studying. "Are you going to let me pass or will I have to contact your superior and tell him that we have a problem?" A frown touched the older man's lips. He obviously didn't care for the doctors. Still, he let her pass, but not before asking Ava if she needed the subject restrained first. "No, I've been working with this one and we have an understanding." That gave the make a moment to look confused before Ava brushed past him. All it took after that were a few pass codes, another conversation with another guard detail and then she stood in front of #24's room. With a slow breath, she started punching in the numbers. This was dangerous. Going into a room with an unrestrained Xenomorph. There was a chance that #24 had been drugged for the evening, but Ava had no clue. Once the door slid open, she stepped inside. "Twenty-four?", she called out softly, hoping her voice would sound familiar to the creature. "Are you awake, girl?"

While there was still some debate among the scientists on whether or not the Xenomorphs actually needed things like sleep, for what those arguments were worth, Xenomorph Specimen#24was still fully active when the good Doctor accessed the blast door separating her isolation cell from the rest of the facility. Alerted already by the sounds of the locks disengaging, the hybrid Xenomorph had scurried up the walls of her isolation cell, easily blending in with the dark-colored resin she had been creating ever since she had finished ??maturing??. Already, the room and its atmosphere strongly resembled that of a Nest. She had been learning at an advanced rate when compared to her brethren, a combination of the communal Hive intelligence between them, and her own advanced nature. It was through her that most of the Xenomorphs knew of where they were, and where the prey was. She knew to stay away from the doors, to draw the humans intoherdomain. She had covered the vents that emitted the gas that sedated her with her resin, making it a much more difficult task of retrieving her. As the door growled open ?? a sound that she just as much felt as heard - she felt the wash of cooler air as it stabbed into the more humid and warm atmosphere her kind favored, carrying with it the scent of two humans?one unknown male and one?familiar female. Curiosity. The sound that the female made, as well as her unique scent, instantly gave #24 the exact location she was standing at. She slithered across the ceiling, silent death packed into her jet-black frame. Had she not been so intrigued, she could have killed the two of them before they were ever aware of her presence. She let out a threatening hiss that was quickly absorbed by the room, before dropping down in front of the open door, landing perfectly. Her human-like body quivered, her attention focused not on the woman, but the panicking guard with the object in his hands. She could smell his terror, instincts drove her. Danger. Threat. Kill. Inside her mind, the other Xenomorphs were also screaming for blood, she had a clear path of escape ?? free them, make a Hive, spread. And for a ponderous moment she almost struck out at the pair. Gradually though, she turned her attention to the female. #24 knew her scent, the specific sound her voice made, her image. She studied the human female with a dark curiosity that much of her species lacked, rushed images of memory stirring about in her mind. Prey? Distorted fragments of memory, the woman. White space ?? cold against her, warm within. Unknown feelings stimulating every nerve ending. The woman ?? soft touches, something inside. Trembling. Soft sounds. Pure, enrapturing whiteness. The woman. Ally. Cocking her head slightly, she let out a soft hiss and seemed to relax, despite the enraged shrieks of the other Xenomorphs drifting in her mind. Once again, she proved her abnormality by purposely shutting out their presence, functioning independently from the Hive Mind?her own being. Despite the fact that she beat the human in height by nearly two feet, she crouched down to be almost at an ??eye?? level with her, her whip-like tail lowering in a more subdued manner. But it was that same tail that was an ever present reminder to the guard of the danger that he was staring at. Was the woman mad? She had willingly opened an isolation cell containing an unsedated specimen! He had been part of the USCM for several years before Weyland-Yutani had hired him to protect their twisted little ??pet projects??. He had seen combat on dozens of worlds during his career, and yet these creatures made him want to piss his pants. And yet this woman, completely unarmed, without even as much as a bulletproof vest, was standing less than five feet from one. He gripped the M41A a little bit tighter, taking a step backwards, if only to be just one step farther away from this killing machine and the crazed woman who had released her. Why weren??t they dead yet? Movement! #24 let out a shrieking hiss, her attention snapping completely back on the guard, her bladed tail whipping angrily as saliva drooled from her lips, rising back up to her full height of nearly eight feet. The panicked guard whipped the pulse rifle at the poised Xenomorph, his grim face almost sheet white. He could feel a warm stain spreading across the front of his combat fatigues. #24 trembled, every muscle in her body taut and ready to lunge, tear the human apart, but the woman stood in her way. She could not harm her. Fighting against generations of instinct, she hissed dejectedly, but withdrew, lowering her form and almost sulking back into the depths of her cell.

Funny how some would call her brave if she were a man, but as a woman... she was insane, mad for letting her guard down around such a beast. Ava managed to remain absolutely still as #24 dropped from the ceiling above them. At first, she merely took in the room around them. It had been a while since she observed the hybrid's surroundings and now, wow, it looked almost alien in nature. The steel somehow striped and washed in a dark, almost sticky looking color. It smelled like animal in here. Musky and too warm. All they needed some was some greenery and she would say it reminded her of a jungle. Almost. Tilting her head, she studied the hive like structure around them. So dark and foreboding to look upon, but not any less impressive. "Stay absolutely still", she spoke to the guard in a sharp, clipped tone. Then turned her attentions on #24 and felt her gaze soften. Ava slowly raised her hands in front of her, showing that she was unarmed. Unarmed and completely vulnerable. If that wasn't a sign of trust, she didn't know what was. "#24..." Her voice was like a soft breeze. Gentle and tender. Wanting everything to calm the Xenomorph's instincts. "You remember me, don't you, girl?" Ava tilted her head and chuckles softly at their surroundings. "You certainly do good work don't you, #24. I'm surprised you were even able to get this far. Hrm. May I touch you?" She started reaching out with a hand, but kept her hand a fair distance from the Xeno. Allowing it to decide whether or not it wanted to be touched by her human hands.

As much as the former Marine detested standing there with his fatigues soaked in his own urine, in front of an opened Xenomorph isolation cell, he nodded a frail understanding to the scientist and didn??t move from his spot, knowing he had just had a brush with death that would never leave him. He was going to need a drink ?? or several ?? before the day was out? #24 however, continued to slip back into the depths of her personal ??Hive??, crawling on her hands and feet, with her hips and rear raised and swaying in an almost purposely seductive manner. There was a grace to her movements that seemed to betray the killing machine she had been born to be, but her lethal tail still whipped and curled angrily back and forth behind her as she continued to fight her natural urges to lash out at the human male. He was not the woman, he was threat. He was prey. There was moment behind her, and she felt herself bristle, but she held herself back Presence? #24 paused when the soft sounds from the woman pressed against her. Deliberately slow, the Xenomorph turned to look over her shoulder, hissing softly before she raised herself up onto her legs and turned to face the woman, once again pausing at eye level. While she was unable to understand the words that the scientist was saying, shedidremember the woman. The woman was an ally. Safety? Curiosity... The Xenomorph relaxed, cocking her head again when the human reached out with a hand, but not touching her. She let out another soft hiss, and held out her own in a similar manner, her long, clawed fingers just barely touching the white fabric of the woman??s second skin.

"That's it, girl", she whispered, barely audible to mortal ears. Standing there in her pristine white jacket and her back to the guard, she knew he couldn't see her expression. It was one of elation and delight. #24 was definitely responding to her. To her and no one else. Ava clutched onto that thought and held tight, her mind doing mental gymnastics to explain why the Xenomorph seemed so receptive to her. Slowly, she placed her hand over #24's. There was no glove, no protection in place other then her long jacket and clothing. All of which would have made a feeble attempt to protect her soft, human form from the beast if it decided to attack. A grin touched her features, her fingers lightly tracing each digit while the monster just stood there. Something about her hard, outer casing reminded Ava of armor. Like a bug, but not quite. Something that would be suitable in protecting #24 if something bad were ever to happen. Then again... Ava knew that the marines were testing out new weapons on her sisters. Something modeled after another alien technology. From the reports, she knew it had been successful on more then one occasion. Such a thing would never befall #24. Not as long as Ava worked here. She's make damn sure of it. #24, unlike the rest, was special and more evolved. She was a marvel to her species and deserved better treatment then this. The soft, warning hisses made the hairs along her neck start to rise. Smiling still, she took #24's deadly clawed hand and brought it up further, allowing the beast to trace her features. It was a great show of trust, but something in Ava wanted this, practically demanded it. A tender caress here, a touch of those warm tips to her cheek. It was hard to think beyond the moment. All she wanted was to stand there with the creature and forget about the marine in the room. Just a moment alone... that's all she asked for, prayed for. A moment with #24 and she would be happy. Slowly, she was seeping into these thoughts and forgetting about so many thing. Suddenly, she snapped to. This was wrong, her human brain almost shrieked. What was she doing here? Fear laced trough her mind as Ava took a step back and then another. Slowly backing her back to the safety of the Marine. "I, I think... we done here", she murmured. The fear she felt was more about herself then the creature. why was she even here? Like a dreamer starting to shake off the fog of some memory, she offered him a slight smile. "It seems #24 is quite tame about me, doesn't it? So my theory is proven and we can leave. Just, ah... just make sure she, it's comfortable."

It was just #24 and the woman from the wisps of her memory?her unique pheromones were strong from their proximity, keeping the Xenomorph??s attention on her and not the male human that stood in the distance. She froze when the woman??s hand touched her carapace, turning her head to look at the sight, her tail poised cautiously, but she did not move it. A moment that had never occurred between their species was happening between them, although the Xenomorph was unable to comprehend the momentousness of the occasion. She hissed gently, a sound that was almost as soft as the woman??s whispered words. She felt the pressure of the woman??s fingers as they traveled over her extended limb, her head cocked in an investigative manner. Curious? ? ? The Xenomorph??s instincts did not have the ability to comprehend what she was experiencing, her base thought patterns trying to wrap around the sensations. The woman??s hand closed against hers, and raised it up ?? making her hiss a warning at first, but she fell silent as the sharpened claws of her hands touched soft, vulnerable flesh. She had felt this once before, as she sank those claws into the soft body of another human, before she was subdued by the humans with the gas. She felt her fingers twitch, but she seemed to droop a little as the human continued to slide those digits over her skin, sending #24??s mind into a whirlwind of confused impulses and thoughts. She began to feel that unknown heat rising within her, her nerves being stimulated as though she were alight. Motion! Threat! Suddenly though, the woman pulled away, quickly. Startled, #24 leapt back in kind, an angry hiss spewing from her throat. Her tail arched up, twitching, razor-sharp blade curled and capable of lashing out into the retreating scientist. Kill! She did not? #24 did not want to harm the woman. Her body quivered again as she fought against her instincts. It would be so easy. But?she hissed again, a soft, pitiful noise. Betrayal. Her mind was not fully understanding of the situation, but she retreated back into the depths of her Hive once again, taking a final look towards the woman. Her tail whipped down and she turned away. The Marine guard did not take any more time. As soon as Ava Bradley was outside of the chamber, he rushed forth and closed the blast doors, his heart racing in his chest. He turned back to her, finally shouting his concerns at her. ??What in the name of Hell was that?!? He reached forward and nearly tore the identification badge off her chest, memorizing the information quickly. ??The hell is wrong with you? I??m reporting this in at once."

Outside, she breathed in the cool recycled air pumping it's way through the vents above. Things had gotten almost scary inside there and Ava was on edge. Just what had happened? She had no idea. Something about #24 fascinated and frightened her. Something inside her wanted to be near the beastly creature while another part of her screamed to be unbiased and detached from the situation. Only once they were outside the cell did she finally breathe. Well, it only last a moment. A time to relax before the Marine started shouting at her. Slithering her gaze over to him, her blue eyes narrowed, she suddenly grabbed him by the wrist as he reached for her tag. Her fingers flexing into his wrist, threatening to break it if she had the strength. Which Ava didn't. Unlike #24, she was just a woman. A lowly human woman who was easily pushed around brutes like him and that pissed her of on a level that was unfathomable. Shoving the Marine away, she rounded onto him, snarling slightly. "That, my dear, brainless service man, is called research. Unlike your easy job of killing unarmed men and children while raping their mothers, well... mine involves actually putting myself in danger once in a while. If you haven't noticed, #24 is special. There is something about that one. And I had to learn." Slipping her fingers over his neat, crisp collar, she pulled him towards her, her features softening softly. Those blue eyes peering up at him. Just a woman. Powerless. Weak. Timid. "I'm sorry, but this is in the name of education and you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, right? Mmn. As you can see... I was perfectly fine in there. Besides, you can try reporting, but I don't think you'll get too fair." Flashing a slight smile, she moved up as though to kiss him, her lips hovering slightly from his. "You see... my ex-husband happens to be one of the chairmen of this project. And the sole reason I'm here. Try it... see where lands you. You'll be lucky if you aren't given latrine duty for the rest of your stay." Ava just hoped the threat would hold enough weight to distract the Marine from reporting this. Then again... he might also know that Ava Bradley and her ex weren't exactly on speaking terms. It was only through luck and perseverance that she managed to land a spot on the roster here. Turning away, she walked away from him, her heels clipping sharply against the steel floor as Ava made her way back up to the deck. Her plan was to get a few breathes of fresh air and return to bed. Sleep for a few hours and then report to her own superiors.

The Marine was frankly quite surprised when the scientist pulled his hand away from her ID and shoved it away. Her glare shot daggers towards him, and while she made a fair attempt of gripping his wrist threateningly, he had endured the most terrifying moment of his life at her hand ?? and he was not about to let her boss him around. Her words dripped venom, lashing at him, at what she thought of him, filling him with rage. ??Brainless serviceman? Raping mothers?' It washisjob to keep people safe from idiot stunts like the one she just pulled! ??You little bi-?? His words were cut short by her slender fingers curling around the collar of his armor and jerking his face closer to hers. Her face softened, her voice quieter. Her breath played against his lips, almost as if she were about to kiss him?he hadn??t gotten any in months?so the appeal seemed rather great. But then she explained how her ex-husband was a Chairman, one who was keeping her working here. As much as he was willing to call her bluff, there was always the risk that she was right, and he could end up fired or pulling janitorial duties. He grumbled in resignation and ??escorted?? her out of the secure area. Once she had left earshot, he informed the other guard that she was not to be allowed access again tonight, and that he would be taking a quick breather, and returned to his quarters for a change of outfit. Fury. #24??s tail whipped around furiously, her sharp claws tearing at the dark resin she had laid down, gouging claw marks in it in an act that almost resembled a tantrum. She did not ?? could not ?? understand the unknown sensations that pulsed through her mind and body. She only knew that it was the woman caused them. Why had the woman left her? The other Xenomorphs hissed and shrieked inside her head, their basic, instinct-driven minds were even less capable of comprehending than hers. It confused and enraged them, making them scurry around their cells and lash out at nothing. Their sister's unknown feelings almost seemed to cause them pain. The infuriated Xenomorph hybrid did not settle down for several more minutes, until her body felt strangely devoid of energy. A hollow ache burned within her abdomen, threatening to devour her if it was not filled. It all seemed to peak at the apex of her legs. She hissed pitifully, tilting her head back to towards the ceiling, as if though she were seeking advice from a higher being. Without the pheromones to keep the woman at the top of her mind, it was harder for her to piece together those distorted wisps of memory, but with great effort, she drew them forth. The woman. Ally. Betrayal? Confusion? The woman??s fingers had traced along that strange entrance between her legs, setting her nerves alight with a feeling that was hot, yet not painful. The woman had slid her digits inside, inciting that engulfing whiteness that had swallowed her mind and left her dazed. The woman... #24 crouched down slowly, until she was almost sitting, her tail positioned out to balance her. Much like a child discovering herself for the first time, the Xenomorph spread her legs apart, exposing the soft, human-like slit that was of so much fascination to the scientists that had created her. Already, it was slightly slick with a sticky fluid, reflecting just the slightest bit of light in the dim cell. Much like she had earlier, mimicking the woman??s movements, #24 did so again now, recalling those motions from memory and lowering her hand to graze around the excited slit. She rasped sharply and jerked at the sensation ?? one not as overwhelming as when the woman did it?but still an incredibly powerful feeling. She continued her touches, teasing her oil-black labia until they spread, revealing the delicate inner blossoms. She hissed again, and impulsively plunged her digits into the depths... And the observation cameras caught it all?

"You're kidding, right?" Ava intoned as the other researchers took a look at this particular piece of precious video. Leaning forward, she watched #24 toying with her opening, those vicious looking fingers so delicate and tender. For a moment, Ava felt something deep inside start to tighten and flinch in jealousy as she looked to the others. Mostly men. No one viewed it with the same kind of fascination as her. In fact, some were almost amused while others were a little... put off. Not her, she watched #24 with baited breath, her hands resting on the console while the footage played over and over again. Was it possible that #24 was becoming aware of itself. Even they weren't completely sure about the specimen. Only that this particular one was different from the rest. Part of Ava felt almost... protective and a little proud. The Xenomorph was learning! It was showing a trait that none of the others did and it took interest in itself. The rest were more of a hive like mind. Moving together and reacting in a similar fashion. Not her. Touching the screen as the video, while on a loop, played from the beginning again, she jerked her gaze towards the others. "As you can see. This creature is probably one of our better subjects and it deserves further examination. We already know that the corrosive agent isn't within it's fluids. In fact, upon further examination, we are finding more and more human genes. I think we're very close to understanding these creatures. If we treat it just right... we may one day be able to control them." Frowning, she looked upon each face. "Or at least, we might be able to control #24's brood." Breeding. It had been one idea thrown onto the table before, but most had just scoffed at it. If they were able to figure out how the Xenomorphs pick and chose their genetics, they might be able to come up with one... well, that had been the thought. At the moment, Ava was just spouting off things like a broken record. Telling her colleagues everything they wanted to hear while believing none of it. She just wanted their eyes off of #24. They didn't deserve to know such a wonderful find. Ava hated to admit it, but she was growing attached to the Alien. Almost possessive. This was her project. Not their's. That was her subject. Not their's. Yet they were all patting themselves on the back and acting as though this were their victory. Turning her gaze onto the screen, she reached over to turn it off and remove the disk inside. "Now, gentlemen, if you're excuse me. I have another meeting to attend and a few tests to prepare."

??Dr. Bradley...? The familiar ?? if somewhat bitter ?? voice of her ex-husband rose up during the ensuing silence, not even addressing her by her first name ?? strictly business. He stood to his feet, a man firmly in his mid-fourties, brown hair just starting to become peppered with gray. His grim face looked upon her with an expression of unease, almost as if he didn??t recognize her. It was amazing how not a few months ago, they were happily married? ??Please remain here. I need to discuss something with you?? Turning to the remaining council members, he nodded. ??I apologize for this,? He spoke, of course, of his ex??s actions, ??We will resume council discussions in a few days time?? He remained pleasant as the other members of the Weyland-Yutani council stood and left, murmuring among themselves about the video they had seen. Some were rather unnerved that they had been called in to watch an alien finger itself, while others were pleased to see that this subject seemed capable of breeding, a fact that would come in handy, were they finally able to control them. As soon as the last council member left, he calmly walked over to the soundproofed doors and closed them. Then he rounded on her. ??Just what kind of stunt were you trying to pull, Ava?? His expressions twisted in a scowl. ??Not only did you ridicule me in front of the council, but you jeopardized the lives of every person on this station.? Apparently, the Marine had not kept his silence about the situation. ??You opened the cell of an unsedated specimen? Did you even consider what would have happened if it had chosen to attack you? We??re still not even sure why it didn??t.? ??And do not expect the fact that we were engaged to work as an excuse. If it were my choice, you would have been arrested immediately?? He was fuming, but still kept his voice below a shout, even though the soundproofed walls would have kept any noise out. ??However?? It sounded almost painful to say, ??Due to the?specimen??s?lack of hostility towards you?the other council members view you as a?valuable asset-?? There it was. She was an asset. A resource. Something they could use to get the results they were really going after. ??Your research will go unhindered, but ?? I swear to God ?? you pull something like that again, and I will have you pulled from the project. Do you understand me??

Ava stiffened slightly at the sound of her ex-husband's voice. Always the calm, collected tone he used when discussing things. As though he knew better then you and controlled everything around him. Master of the Universe. She forced a smile to her painted lips and stood there quietly as her colleagues and council members alike filed past her. Ten seconds until the lecture, she thought while watching the door being closed behind them. Turning her attentions fully upon her husband, she offered a slight smile. Sweet, tender. An expression that had been created to melt even the iciest of hearts. Although, it never worked on him. Never on him. Once upon a time... she called Edward Bradley the love of her life. Her wonderful, brilliant husband. They had a whole life planned for them. Two highly intelligent people with like minds settling together in a blissful marriage. It lasted a good number of years, she supposed. And children were starting to be talked about. She wanted them. He was a little hesitate, but seemed to be weakening against her charms. Standing there, Ava could recall the late mornings they stayed in bed, touching and holding. The evenings they worked together, shoulder to shoulder. He had been everything to her and more. Then it soured. She wasn't sure how or why, but it turned on a dime and things started going downhill. Like now. "I would wonder if you were a little worried about me, but I suppose you're more focused on the connection we have... had and how that might reflect on you." There was no sense in being sweet and gentle. Ava doubted that he held any love for her. Not these days. They weren't enemies, but they weren't friends either. #24... Her thoughts went back to the Xeno. Something like that would remain loyal to the end. It would fight for it's sisters and lay it's life down on the line for it's queen. Some might say that was the life of a drone, but Ava felt differently. She wanted something like that again. To be held and told she meant the world to them again. Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose, her glasses pushed up for a moment. There was no way she could be having thoughts like that. It was unnatural. Still, she would rather be wrapped within the arms of a monster then the man before her. "Heh, I'm sure you have the entire interaction caught on camera." She laughed softly while rubbing her nose. Replacing her glasses, she turned those pale, icy eyes upon him. "What matters is that it didn't attack me. Aren't you curious as to why? Any other subject would have gladly bathed in my blood, but not #24. In fact, she mimicked me or did you not see that. You know this particular subject is very special." Flinching, she soaked in his words after that. An asset. Termination. Arrested. Licking her lips, she forced that smile again. The one she used when ever he or someone else cut her to the quick. Pain blossomed in her chest. Once in love, but not any longer. She stared up at that familiar face and just smiled. He was still handsome. Still a Master of the Universe type. And she was just a valuable asset. What happened to the days when they were friends and lovers? Ava's hand curled into a tight fist, her spine shuddering slightly as she tried suppressing her own anger. "I understand you", she murmured. Her voice almost tight with emotion. No matter how sterile Ava tried to act. Well, she was still hurt on some level by his words. Maybe a part of her cared for Edward Bradley. A tiny part, but it was there. Taking a breath, she straightened herself. Weakness wouldn't be allowed here. They were professionals. Some more then others. "Pretty speech, by the way." Smiling coldly, she tried to remain calm, quiet. "One might think you were more worried about my safety then keeping your project under wraps. Now, if you'll excuse me... I have one more meeting to attend and then..." She trailed off while waving her hand over a shoulder, turning towards the door to leave.

Edward Bradley watched his ex-wife coldly, but he said no more, not wanting to incite another argument with the woman. She had already walked off with a large sum of his earned money with the divorce terms, and the last thing he needed was another lawsuit jeopardizing his rising career. He too had once been a scientist ?? it was how the two of them had met ?? but his ambitions helped elevate him to his position on the council, at the cost of him performing tasks that some would have found...controversial. But the heads of Weyland-Yutani had watched his career with some interest, and had elevated him to his position on the council. They also been considering shipping him to their main offices, instead of this cramped research vessel. He watched her leave the room, the soundproofed doors closing behind her, before turning to the computer behind the desk. Calmly, he brought up the copy of the security feed he had made, showing his ex calmly manipulating the Xenomorph??s hand. Fast forwarding through the security feeds, his ex was gone, and the Xenomorph crouched, legs spread, fingers plunging in and out of her humanoid sex. This might have been the break he had been looking for? He activated the vidcom link on the computer, preparing the files to send? /|\ Prey. Kill. Danger. #24 scurried around the inside of her Hive-like cell, hissing at the four humans with the devices that shot raw heat, burning away at the material she had built around the door. It hissed and popped, releasing a foul-smelling soke as it burned away. Two others stood guard, aiming at her at all times, in case she chose to attack. In the hours following the moment with the woman, her condition had started to degrade, her mentality falling more and more in line with her Xenomorph brethren. Yet she still held a self preservation that they lacked, preventing her from launching herself at the humans. The woman? Those wisps of memory were all that she held on to, the pleasant feeling that had filled her. Pleasant. That was the word. She didn??t know how she knew what it was or what it meant, but she just knew. She knew the woman was responsible. She knew that her own mimicked actions were not nearly as rewarding. Betrayal. Why had the woman left? The humans retreated from the door, having burned away a significant portion of her hive. Still keeping her in the sights of their weapons, they tossed in another human before closing the door. Movement! It was not the woman. She did not need to know more than that. She scurried along the walls, observing as the human started to panic, backing against the door. She hissed venomously, saliva drooling from her lips. The human??s head darted around, trying to find her in the darkness. It was the last thing it would ever do. She lunged?

Isabelle sighed as she watched the people walk by her in the park. It was kind of lonely to see all those people together while she was on the bench all by herself. It was her own fault though, many people found interest in her, but she wasn't found in them. She couldn't help but to think how filthy people could be and she always had the fear that if she met someone, they would turn into the trash she hated. It has happened many times before. So many worthless people that polluted the earth. They were out to hurt someone most of their lives. She jumped slightly from her set as something landed hard on the ground next to her. She looked up trying to find where it came from, but there was nothing but the sky above. There wasn't any wind, at least not strong enough to carry a notebook like that. She looked around more at the trees and people around her. There was no sign of anything or anybody that could have been missing the thing. She shrugged and reached down to pick it up. Maybe there was a name or something in it to identify who it belonged to. As she brought it up to her face to look at it she noticed the words 'Death Note' on the cover of it. How strange? Was it a suicide letter inside or something? That would have been a very creepy thing to pick up if so. She ran her fingers over the cover of it, she could tell that the notebook was made with those words on it, no one wrote them. She got curious enough to open in and flipped through the pages. Nothing was written down on the pages inside, but there was something that did catch her eye. A list of 'rules'. She looked them over surprised. "A person who's name is written in the note shall die?" She whispered to herself. "How strange? Is it a game?" She wondered if it belonged to some board game or not and read the rest of the rules. It surly did not seem like any board game she had ever heard of. She stood and placed it in her bag she had been carrying around with her. People might think it strange if she was looking at this thing outside so she decided that heading home to look at it would be a better idea. She finally made it back to her house and ran upstairs to her room before anyone had the chance to notice her being home. She doubted that anyone was home anyways. She plopped down on her bed and opened it up again. 'It is so strange.' She thought to herself. She laughed at how childish it could be to have a game like this. To kill anyone you wish if you knew their name and face. This had to be some middles school kids joke. She rolled over on her stomach and reached in her bag for a pen. Who's name to write though? She thought about it for a long while before she remembered something. When she was younger she remembered how much she used to adore Kira, someone who worked hard to erase the world of evil, he disappeared after a while though and she was highly disappointed at him. Maybe he had died? She did not know because it had seemed L had disappeared long before Kira did... She turned on her TV to the news. Maybe this is what he had? She doubted it seriously and watched as they gave a list of criminals that had broke out of prison a few days before. 'hmm....maybe?' She wrote down their names and that was it. She did not continue to put any reason on how. Like that would really work...

Dark clouds gathered out side the window as a young male of approximately seventeen years of age stood watching he was not the best dressed person ever, he wore a cream colored jumper which was about 2 sizes to big for him, and a pair of blue denim jeans. However the boy did not wear any shoes or socks this was and odd trait and a rather bad habbit he had picked up from a man he had known for a few years and kept in contact on a regular basis with a man named Near who went by the alias of N. Suddenly the door to his room thrust open without warning hurridly a oldish looking man in his late 50's maybe even early 60's with silverish white hair came in, he was well dressed for his age."I am sorry to disturb you master Z, but we have received a troubling call from the ICPO, it appears that a series of killings have began, the troubling thing is they are only criminals that are dying. "Well N is in japan, I have no doubt he will be able to solve the crime for them, why did you not contact him instead of coming to me, I seriously doubt this case warrants my involvement if it is a case at all, these deaths could be attrbibuted to any number of things." The male said snappily as he turned to face the gentleman whom had disturbed his train of thought, softly the rain began to tap upon the pain glass window, the boy slipped his hands into his pockets and looked down at the ground. I came to you because earlier this morning N was found dead clutching onto a note which read Kira's divine wrath will bring the world peace at last." "N's dead you say?, then in that case I demand that you prepare me a flight to Japan, also if this note is to belived someone with a fixation, no an obsession for Kira is behind N's death so I require you bring me up the files on the orginal Kira, while you're at it bring me any information on the second Kira too." The well dressed gentleman then began to walk away as he remained silent. Z crouched down in a corner his legs doubling over as he curled his arms around him it was a way of sitting he had become accustomed to he did not like the seat of his pants to get dirty or sit propperly so had adopted this from the pictures of L he had seen. Thinking to himself Z would seem distant.First L now N, this Kira's just a immatation of the real Kira who had disappeared years before today so why today, what possbile connection could there be to today an the original pattern of killings that the first Kira had.?

Isabelle (Issy) felt as if she had accomplished something that day. She wondered if anyone was getting interested in what she was doing. She had laughed at the thought that she found the one who had caught Kira before. It was so easy to find the information about him and kill him. To say she was proud of herself didn't even reach how she was feeling. It was way beyond anything she had ever felt before. At first she remembered feeling extremely scared. She couldn't believe that she had killed someone. It happened so fast, so easily. She had hidden the Death Note and didn't look at it again until she finally came to some type of understanding. With this note she could make the world better - she could do what Kira sought to do years ago and she dug the note back up to use and kill the man who had punished Kira, or at least who she thought did it. Now there was no one in her way, no one at all. She also remembered how a few weeks later a creature, claiming to be a shinigami, showed up. It was something she did not expect and she thought that he would kill her for using his note, but all he did was laugh at her for it. He claimed he would not do her any harm as long as she used it. Now she sat in her room every night after school killing criminal, after criminal. She thought she was doing good and she was sure of it. "You know, this isn't near as entertaining as I thought it would be. Nothing is happening." The shinigami complained. He was highly disappointed in the work he did to get there. "Shut up! You always complain." Issy hissed as she wrote down more names, "It'll get better... I promise." She smirked as she finally got done writing the names down that she had been working on. She sat back in her desk and smirked as she looked over to the TV.

The television screen went blank, not just the girls the entire countries, a voice came across the airwaves apologising for the interuption of the scheduled programming, the blank screen then turned white with a large black Z in the centre closely followed by a masked voice. Using a voice filter over the airwaves meant he was able to sound just like the original L had ironic really considering he had only ever met L once, amd that was brief and to the point a quick discussion about a case. But here Z was using the very voice of the very guy he despised. I'm not going to patronise you by giving a fancy play like L would have, no I don't need to I already have an idea of your motive for killing, nor do I need need to figure out where you are.

It had been going on for days now and the senshi were all on edge. Not because of the sheer number of attacks taking place, but the deaths. Never had a mortal ever died on their watch. Their hearts might be stolen, their dream mirrors yanked out and energy sapped, but sailor Moon and her girls were always there to save the day. No harm, no foul. Sort of. This was different. What ever this new enemy was after, it wasn't hearts, dreams or energy. And every scene was more bloody then the next. It didn't matter that most of the victims had been considered really bad guys themselves, but that was no excuse! Even now... Makoto, as Sailor Jupiter, was patrolling the city with Mars, Venus and Mercury in contact every once in a while. The outer senshi didn't seem to be too bothered by this. Whatever. Jupiter's job was to protect the princess and those on Earth. Let the outers take care of the universe. Perched on a high ledge, she peered down into an alley. Something wasn't right. One thing Luna noticed at most of the scenes was a strange, musky scent that was neither human or animal. Like it had it's own origin. Even now, she could scent traces of it here. Breathing deep, she rolled it across her tongue, tasting it with a chef's palate before leaping down into the alley. Something was here. She could hear some scuffling, a timid plead and... there! Surging forward with all the force she could muster, Jupiter shot down the alley until she came upon a lone police officer. His eyes wide with terror, his lips trembling as he cried. Makoto couldn't see what was causing him so much horror, but she knew better then to let her guard down. Sliding into a fighting stance, hands up, feet apart... her eyes scanned the area. "What's going on here?", she sounded loudly. "Show yourself, nega-scum!"

It had been many years since he had returned to the planet of the soft-meats, the one they called "Earth". Xanthu had only been a recently seasoned warrior during that time, eager and cocky in the hunt. He had learned much during his time there all those years ago, and now that he had returned on the orders of his counsel he saw that not much had changed on this planet.The Humans were still panicky and scared when confronted with his kind and with little defense against the true threat to their species. Frankly, were not for his mission on this planet Xanthu would be getting bored. That boredom had led to the hunt of one of their Arbitrators, one of the few he had seen carry a weapon. The soft-meat had proved to be of little challenge, simply running into a corner and pleading in his own language. It hadn't been until the arrival of the female that things got interesting. The air shimmered and curved as he decloaked in front of them revealing his own form. He was used to scaring off the occasional human with his mere presence to get them to leave, and a scan of this female showed that while she was stronger than most in body she carried no weapons and was therefore no threat. He cocked his head to the side, twin blades jutting out from his wristband. "Leave" he growled, in a low guttural voice that sounded like nothing on this Earth.

This had to be it! Makoto felt a shiver of fear slice through her senses as the massive figure growled at her to leave. It wasn't like anything the senshi had ever tangled with. Usually their villains were pretty or almost playful looking, but this... this reminded her of something from a sci-fi movie. One that featured aliens with human forms roped with muscle, but something was always deformed about them. No, she couldn't lose her courage here. The poor officer cowering behind him needed help and that's what they were for. If Sailor Jupiter and the others couldn't protect them... then how could they protect their own princess? Sneering, she lowered herself slightly, her legs still spread for balance while it stood there. Blades, muscular body. Thoughts of Uranus came to mind and all Makoto could do was grin. She lost that fight, but she wouldn't lose this one. "Like that's going to happen any time soon." Laughing, she watched him with a cautious eye. How to distract him. Hrm. Reaching for the lid of a trashcan, she flung it at him before charging forward, her heels digging into the asphalt. Ducking low under his blades, if she could, she aimed to strike at his head and then sprung back, her green eyes baring down into what ever laid beyond that masked face.

Her lack of fear took him by surprise. Her body language, heat rate, everything seemed to say that while she was cautious she wasn't truly afraid of him. He hadn't been expecting that, and he certainly hadn't been expecting her to throw a trash can lid as a makeshift weapon. He stood his ground, slicing his wrist blades through the air and cutting the disk in two only to resister at the last second the reddish blur on his visor screen. He eyes widened slightly as her foot connected with his helmet, sending him a step backward as he shrugged off the rattling in his brain. NOW she had his attention. The officer behind him was nothing more than a footnote now and was using the opportunity to make his own escape. He stared down the the young female, itching for a decent hunt. Her skull would look much better on his mantle than the officers. With a roar he darted forward, faster than one would expect for such a large thing, his blades glinting in the moonlight as he slashed at his prey, aiming for her midsection and trying to end it in one swipe.

He was fast! Almost too fast, Jupiter thought as she sprung away from him, the front of her skin tight suit caressed by the tips of his claws. Thin lines were cut into the material, her skin decorated with crimson scratches that bled a little, but not by much. Makoto nearly took it to the gut, but still managed to pull far enough way to dodge most of the damage. Grinning, she could feel her senses coming to life. Her skin flushed, her mind buzzing. Adrenaline pumping through her limbs as she started moving back from him, grinning. The alley was too small for a proper fight. They needed to get somewhere else. A thought came to mind and she laughed softly. Holding her stomach almost as though she were wounded worse then it actually was, she started backing off. One step and then another. Breath whistling between dry lips. It was a very warm season this year. Almost too warm. And the evening was only starting to cool off. "You liked that, huh? Well...", Jupiter almost purred. "Follow me and we'll have some real fun." With that said, she turned away from him and used all her strength to led him away from the escaping officer. Hell, she even leapt from the street onto a wall, running past confused people and away from the beast. She just hoped that he was following. It would work best if he did. Damn, she should probably stop to look over her shoulder, but she might lose precious time. Choices, choices... Damn, she came to a skidding stop and looked over her shoulder, ducking low just in case he was there to swing at her again. No sense in losing her head just yet, right?

The young female seemed almost as excited as he was at the prospect of the hunt, seeing her temperature rise and her heart rate increase. For a moment he thought he had finished her with his claws, disappointed she would be taken down by such a flesh wound. Her taunt spurred him on again and when she took off he followed, powerful legs propelling him after her. Instead of following her strait on he took to the rooftops, climbing up a fire escape quickly and taking off after her watching her run through the streets faster than he had ever seen a human. Reaching towards his side he grabbed another of his weapons, a disk-shaped object about the size of his palm. With one quick throw it flew through the air at his target, cutting though the air with its razor-sharp edge ready to slice her head clean off. His aim was true but she was skilled, ducking her head at the last moment and letting the weapon merely cut a tree in half behind her. He growled in frustration but still, he would have been disappointed with such a quick hunt. Jumping down from the rooftop he landed hard on the ground, reaching up to catch the returning disk and facing his prey.

Jupiter would had to admit it, but she was having fun as well. Her heart racing, her blood pumping. This was what she had been missing with all those other battles. They were usually ended as quickly as they began and always left her feeling empty inside. A quick burst of energy here, an attack there and all that remained was a smoldering pile of nega-ash. That was it. Licking her lips, she remained lowered in front of the beast, her chest rising and falling, her eyes watching him with a fever that only true battle could bring. No matter how much Jupiter wished people would view her as more feminine, this was her true self. A warrior, a soldier. Battle was where she belonged. Fighting was what she did best. As he caught the strange disk, Makoto didn't even think about her next move. She suddenly kicked upward with a slender, long leg and tried catching him in the stomach before darting away again. He might have strength, but she could move like an agile beast. Probably not as fast as, oh say, Venus, but that didn't matter. "Is that all you got, big guy? Come on..." She stood and wiggled her fingers at him, slowly backing up. It seemed that an open street would be their battlefield tonight. It was late and most people were safe in their homes. Somehow, she felt it didn't matter to him. All of his attention was focused on her. Grinning still, she started bringing her white gloved hands together, her head bowing slightly as a little antenna started to extend from her tiara.

He took the kick to the chest, surprised that it actually hurt him. She had strength in that body of hers and he was having trouble figuring out why. She looked like she was just another human, but the more his visor scanned her the more...something seemed to come up. He wasn't sure what it was, but some kind of energy seemed to flow within her that his scanner couldn't quite detect. And now she was egging him on, using words and phrases he has only heard humans used during the act of mating. Something he had...come across...a few times on this planet. She was indeed an odd human, seeming to relish the fight even more than most of his own species. He bared his blades, roaring at her and charging. His sensors suddenly beeped in alarm as she reached for her a metallic band around her forehead, the reading showing sudden spike in electrical levels that should be killing her at that moment. He veered off to the right quickly, making for the trees in case this was some form of attack.

It was an attack and one that some wouldn't expect from a girl like her. Not that she was particularly fragile looking. In fact, she heard Luna say that aside from Sailor Moon's Tiara Action... Jupiter's Supreme Thunder was one of the strongest. Drawing her arms close, she crossed them at the wrist and brought them down to her chest, her voice calling down the power of Jupiter, Thunder and Courage to fill her body, eyes drifting upward and suddenly lightening split through the sky in a series of bolts, hitting the girl and filling her with a kind of glow. Her form pulled into itself, crouching low before finally releasing all that energy in his direction. Unfortunately, he wasn't there and her bolts of lightening ended up hitting a tree, splitting in and leaving a smoking hole in it. Cursing under her breath, she looked around for the creature. Just where had he gone? Then she heard something. The echoes of a roar filling the air right before her attack. Looking up towards the trees, she remained kneeling on the ground, panting softly while watching him with the eye of a predator. Slowly, she moved to her feet, long slender limbs glistening with a sheen of sweat, her hair almost damp. Makoto wasn't sure how much longer she could last. That one attack took a bit of steam out of her and left her feeling hollow and weak on the inside. Still, she whispered a prayer to her guardian planet and asked for just a little more strength. "Who are you?", she called out again.

Xanthu lay just beneath the smoldering remains of the tree she had utterly destroyed with her attack, the Yajuta at a complete loss for words. Just what WAS that. She had literally called down lighting from the sky and redirected it towards himwith her own body.He knew she was flesh and blood, could smell it when he had cut her, so just a feat should have been impossible. Just what was he dealing with?" He heard her calling out to him, asking for some kind of identification when he could have asked her the same thing. His mandibles clicked the insides of his mask, entering in several different commands before he decided it was time to answer her. Quickly he rolled out from behind the tree, his shoulder-mounted plasma cannon activated and ready. He quickly took several shots in her direction, aiming to at least wound or stun her with the attack.

Oh damn! Jupiter had been expecting some mind of laugh or fancy speech. It always went that way, right? They would laugh and boast about their plan before her friends came to the rescue. Except that Makoto had forgotten to call this in and give them directions as to where she was heading. Somehow, during the heat of battle, she had lost her mind. Grinning some, she shifted slightly to one side. And then he fired. Instead of throwing herself to the right where she was leaning towards, she dodged left only to catch one of those shots in her arm. At first, she didn't feel anything. Just grinned while on the ground, panting and tired. Her whole body aching. Then she smelled something strange. It reminded her of burning meat and fat. Turning her head, she gasped softly. He got a shot in, but it was just a flesh wound. Something she could easily take care of later. Still, that didn't make her feel any better. Stumbling to her feet, holding her hand... she started walking towards the side a bit, watching him quietly. Giving up wasn't an option for her. Only death would keep Jupiter from fighting. That's how it always had been. Fight until the death, put everything of herself in a fight and then Sailor Moon would pull some weird move to bring them back. How could someone fear death if they were almost immune to it. Then again... that had been from a regular villain. One that used powers just like her. None of them had been like this. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she tried forcing it to the back of her mind. Another attack like that wouldn't be possible anymore. Not without seriously weakening herself. Instead, she charged at him, grunting softly before trying to land a few blows. A punch there, a kick here. Fast, quick. And if they were blocked, she would just keep going... in a kind of strange dance until her body finally gave up. At the same time... Jupiter felt so very alive. Her senses humming , her heart hammering. Warmth spilling into her belly and warming her. This was true freedom. A real challenge. And it was waking things up in the young warrior. Things that had little to do with fighting and more to do with... Disengaging from him, she pulled back a few feet. On the ground and panting, her breasts straining against the sheath of her body suit. Short skirt, ankle boots and gloves. Her uniform was showing signs of wear and tear here and there. A little bit of blood staining her collar and across her stomach. Nothing that would count her out. Just... god, she loved this.

THIS was what the hunt was about. Not cowardly soft-meats who ran at every turn, but prey that challenged you, that fought back and gave as much as they took. He could feel that his body would be bruised after this. No human had every gone hand-to-hand with him before, at least never without a weapon. She however used her body itself as a weapon, graceful, elegant, and deadly. Had she been a Yajuta female he would have dedicated all of his hunts to her in order to win her favor. Though human females were not unattractive in and of themselves, he had never been particularly inclined to them. This one however...she had the strength of one of his own behind her. As she fell back to regroup her self he did the same, taking stock of his injuries. She had taken several hits but kept going, a testament to her strength, and he had as well. He clicked and purred under his mask, pleased with her and deciding to give her one of the ultimate honers. He had not been given a fight like this in some time, not with this much adrenaline, this much excitement... His mask suddenly beeped as he watched her. His clawed hand reached up to a pair of tubes that had been connected to its side, releasing them and letting out a hiss of steam. Carefully he gripped the sides of the metallic mask, pulling it off of his face so he could face her like a true hunter. Slowly his face was revealed, large forehead ending in dreadlocks,, yellowish eyes that honed in one her own, and sharp mandibles covering a fang-toothed mouth. He let his mask fall to his feet and took his stance, letting out a powerful roar that echoed through the area. The challenge had been made, now to see who would come out on top.

Once upon a time there had been a thriving cultivation on Jupiter filled with military minded folks. Even their king and queen were herald as warlords in their own right, but they focused their skills more on defense then offense. Unlike those of Uranus. And because of this... they were entrusted with the safety of the Moon, Venus, Mars, Mercury and Earth. All the inner planets while Uranus took charge of any outward threat. It had been absolutely perfect. Generations taught to fight until their last breath. Their courage was legendary, their strength awe inspiring and their endurance something to see. Not to mention their beauty. Taller then most of the other courtiers, with the exception of Uranus, they were able to tower over those of the Moon and Mercury with no problem. Mars and Venus were another thing. Venus, although more beautiful then any other people, were also very cunning and almost ruthless. They were a nation of leaders. Mercury had always stood for intelligence and had been the more fragile. It seemed that Jupiter blood pumped strong and true through Makoto's body. Even while watching her opponent with some interest. Oddly enough, she didn't take advantage of his distraction. She wanted there. Watching, waiting... her breath passing parted lips as she tried to gather the remaining strength in her human body. Then she saw him. Not playful or cute as every villain had been before him. Not even handsome. He was something completely different and yet... she felt strange. Her flesh felt almost too hot, her mind whirling as the monster before her roared it's fury. Those mandibles, those eyes... Standing before him, she extended a hand to the side, her fingers spread out. What to do, what to do. Calling down the forces of Jupiter a second time would weaken her. Plus, she was enjoying the hand-to-hand combat. It was something that no one else had ever given her. Not even when she used to fight in school. Hissing under her breath, she thought to gather her remaining power into the form of a weapon. No. Instead, she reached up to her rosebud earring and removed it. With the tiny object in hand, she silently charged it with a bit of electricity. It had worked once before. Throwing it had distracted Zoisite so long ago. Why not him? Grinning, she threw the piece of jewelry at him, watching as it sliced through the air straight at his face. While that happened, she forced one final burst of speed into her legs. Moving back into his space and slamming her palm upward at his jaw in the hopes of catching him off guard while wrapping one of her slender legs around his and jerking. Hopefully both attacks would land and find the hunter on the ground under her. The downside to this move was leaving herself open to an close quarters attack of his own.

For as long as their history stretched back the Yajuta were hunt, bred to stalk, bred to fight, bred to kill. Their entire culture revolved around the hunt, was the center of their very being. They spent their lives hunting down increasingly challenging prey, proving themselves and always improving on their own skills for the honor of mating with females and achieving high ranks amongst the Yajuta elite. Xanthu was a seasoned warrior, one who had hunted on many planets for many different species including humans, but none had given him a thrill quite like this human. She made thisenjoyable, exciting, while before he was coming to realize, it had just been something he did. He saw her flick some kind of object at him and he knew it must have been some kind of diversion. She was intelligent too, something he prized highly. Ducking away from the small things he saw her come in for the attack, letting her in close as she struck his jaw and tried to swipe his legs out form under him. He growled and swiped at her himself as they both tumbled down and rolled across the hard ground. This was nothing elaborate, nothing graceful, it was a simple brawl at this point. But by gods he was enjoying it. In the end she had him pinned to the ground, but he had his hand closed around her throat. The Yajuta met her eyes as he squeezed, letting her know how close he was to crushing her windpipe as his claws scratched her flesh.

Nothing could have made this beautiful or graceful. It was pure spirit and strength. The need to suppress their prey and come out on top. Makoto might have ended up on top of the hunter, but he had her by the throat. Those dangerous claws pressing into her delicate flesh. In the cool night air, she shivered. Not out of fear or hate, but her body was starting to tire as it had never before. Little by little, she could feel the strength leave her even as her gaze glared hard into his own. With the last of her power, Jupiter could create a kamikaze attacks that might take him out, but it would destroy her too. Laying above him with a knee planted between his thighs, she could feel the corded muscle that constituted as his own thigh pressed against the soft center of her suit. The antenna extended as though in warning, her eyes flashing dangerously down into his. How could they release each other without killing the other or both. His hand around her throat, her form balanced above him. Would this be considered a stalemate? Suddenly, she felt as though the world were swimming before her eyes. Air was becoming scarce, but not because of it hold. It was the end. Her power was depleted. It took strength of will alone to keep her transformation together. Then suddenly something shot through her. Gasping loudly, her body quivered against his own, her eyes falling back, lips parting as she arched her back. It was leaving her. Jupiter was losing her ability to think and command the forces of Lightening. Damn. She had lost, didn't she? Eyes slid back to his own as her fuka started dissolving into a long blue skirt, white blouse and all the other trappings of a high school student. Without Jupiter fueling her human for, she was lost. Suddenly Makoto slumped against him, out of breath, out of energy. Tired. So very tired... and the world went black. The girl was nothing more then dead weight laying across him, but she was far from death. Just unconscious. Vulnerable. Giving it her all and fighting for so long had left her weak. The only thing that kept her head up was his hand around her throat.

The air around him seemed to be charged with escaping energy, like some great force was leaving the female above him. At first he though it was a weapon, but her expression and body language told him otherwise. His eyes were blinded momentarily as she seemed to flash with a strange light, and then nothing. That was it, absolutely nothing. She went limp in his arm, her body slack and weak. Her clothing was different too, no longer the strange garment she had fought in. In now looked like the common clothing of her species. He simply lay there, holding her up, feeling how weak and delicate her unconscious form was in his hand. This could not be it. He growled and threw her to the side, letting her body tumble to the ground. It could not end this way! After such a fight, such a exhilarating battle that had excited him and made his blood pump like no other had in years? It would not end with this..this...feeling of something unfinished. On his feet again he walked over to her still form, rage fueling him as he kicked in the stomach hoping to getsomekind of response. Yet still nothing. He blades extended from his wrists, ready to slit her throat and be done with it...but no, he couldn't do that either. Swearing in his own language he looked around for any other humans and seeing none, returned to his mask. Soon he was in full armor again and ready with his decision. Approaching her unconscious body he bent down and lifted her skirt, taking out a small tracking device from his belt and attaching it. He didn't pay any attention to her smooth skin or the smell of her that came from her lower body. That would not be proper for a Yajuta, of course. They would finish this, he swore, before propping her up against a tree out of site of others and taking off. He still had his mission to complete after all. He would hunt her the next day, when she had recovered.

Hours later... Makoto started coming to with a groan, her head throbbing and her stomach aching. Her school uniform was very dusty to say the least and she even suffered from a couple of scrapes on her knees, thighs and elbows. Almost as though someone had thrown her off and then kicked her hard enough to send her limp body rolling. Grunting, she started getting up onto her knees, holding her stomach with one arm. Jeeze. It hurt. Still, she was alive and that was something to be thankful for, right? Gritting her teeth as not to show the pain, she managed to draw herself to her feet. Unsteady and almost limping, she could feel a throbbing headache starting to build between her brows. Damn. What was the number of that truck? She gave a small, pained laugh. It took Makoto a little while longer before she returned to her apartment. With the evening air at her back, she started feeling a little better, but not by much. Once inside, though... "What the...?" She raised her top to get a look at her stomach in the bathroom mirror. Plain as day there was a print, possibly a shoe, from where he had kicked her. A bruise! He kicked her in the stomach and left a bruise! Gritting her teeth and growling, she removed all of her clothing and turned on the bath. While it slowly started to fill, she showered off most of the dirt and grim. Ignoring her hair for the moment and cleaning up as best she could before slipping into the steaming tub. Ah, that was better. It was like a soothing balm on aching muscles. Closing her eyes, she started to drift off when something started beeping. At first, she just wanted to rest, but it continued nagging at her. With a groan, she slipped over the edge and pulled her shirt close. Inside a pocket, she pulled out one of the communicators and flipped it on. "Yeah, what's up?", Jupiter peered into the room, her expression much have shown just what kind of shape she was in because next thing she heard was a blaring sound of Usagi's wailing and Ami trying to calm her down. Jeeze. Turning her head for a moment, she wiggled a finger in her ear to ease the ringing before listening to Ami. "We haven't heard from you in hours, Mako-chan. What happened? Are you alright?" Ami was suddenly shoved down by an overly emotional Usagi who peered in front of the screen, crying and sniffling. "Mako-chaaaaan! You aren't suppose to go off on your own!" Makoto laughed softly and rested her cheek against the side of the tub. "Don't worry, alright. Just... ah, let's just say I made first contact." Looking at her bruised legs and stomach, she grinned a bit. "And probably not the last", she murmured under her breath. "What was that?" Usagi blinked like a young kitten. "Don't worry about it. I'll just see you guys at school tomorrow, alright? Jupiter out." She flipped it shut before sliding back into her tub. Warmth, smoothing warmth. Closing her eyes, she dozed off for a little while before getting out and drying off. Once in bed, though, all Makoto could dream about was that strange alien and the way he fought. In a way... she found it fascinating. The thrill of battle riding them both. The way he moved. No human male could have done that. Plus, he came her feel almost small. Imagine that. Chuckling softly, she snuggled one of her pillows close. A shame he wasn't human. She could definitely go for that kind of guy. Hrm. Maybe not one that beat up on her, but eh. Someone with that kind spirit. That would have been nice.

The cold splash of slimy water around his feet caused Xanthu to cringe, damning his sensors for letting him know exactly what was in the human sewer waters. He would clean himself thoroughly tonight otherwise the smell might never come off. The sewers had never been his first choice as a location to hide his ship, but knowing that humans rarely ventured into their own drainage systems and that the hard-meat found them ideal nesting ares made it a prime spot. Comfort was never an option for this mission. The long tunnel that exited along the underside of a bride stretched far under the city, meaning it was a little while before he arrived at his ship. It was smaller than most crafts but was suited for this mission and carried all the necessities. Until the mother ship sent for him, the brown, pointed craft was his home. The computer systems registered him as he approached, opening the doors and extending a platform for him to enter and closed just as quickly as soon as he stepped inside. Trying to push the events from that night from his mind he removed his armor, netting, and weapons, leaving it on his mantle for later use as he stepped into his facilities and into the shower. The hot temperatures felt good, never much caring for Earth's climate. He would have liked to have stayed inside longer if not for the incessant beeping of his console indicating a transmission. Cursing the Elders for their timing he turned off the water and left the room, still drying himself off, and accepted the message. "Xanthu," the audio growled at him in, "how many hard-meat hides have you returned with?" Xanthu was glad the transmission was audio-only, otherwise the Elder would have seen his expression. "None." The Elder responded with a series of angered growls and clicks, cutting off the transmission and leaving Xanthu to clench his fists in anger. The Elder had obviously not been pleased. He would need to speed up his hunt, unfortunately meaning he would have to postpone the hunt of that human female. That pushed the Elders transmission out of his mind as he readied for his own sleep. His body was sore in several places where the female had hit him, something no human had ever accomplished with only their bare hands. As he took to his sleeping quarters his mandibles clicked in excitement as he remembered her coming strait at him with no fear. She had carried a hunters spirit, and thinking back it he began to wonder ifshehad been huntinghim. She had been prepared to fight something at least similar to himself judging from her lack of reaction to his appearance. Just who was she?

Two days later... Makoto was healing nicely, but that was to be expected. There wasn't much that could permanently damage a creature like herself. Part of her thanked Jupiter for watching over her and for a speedy recovery. Although, she was still sore in a few places. Like her stomach. The bruise there was starting to turn into an ugly grey color against her pale flesh. Looked like there wouldn't be any two pieces for her in the near future. Not that Makoto ever dressed in such a manner. Hrm. Although swimming was an exception for her. Still, there was too much going on for her to care about swimming or even having fun. That beast was still in their city. Something that had been nagging at her for a little while now. "And, and then I said..." Usagi started yammering on about something. Makoto hadn't even been paying attention as she walked quietly behind the inner senshi. Minako seemed to be occupying the Moon Princess for now. "Hey, Mako-chan, I've been noticing something strange lately." Rei's voice called to her. Tilting her head, she fixed the raven haired beauty with a questioning look. She didn't even need to ask what before Mars launched into her worries. "I've been doing a few readings and they all lead me to the same conclusion. Something is going on, but it has nothing to do with our former enemies. It's not from here. Just... it feels almost primal. Beastly. There's no reason behind it. And every time I get a glimpse of this new enemy... it's always a blur. Sometimes a shiny black, sometimes a silver color. It's been bothering me. And then you came back..." Frowning, Makoto mulled over those words. She hadn't exactly told her friends everything that happened during the battle. Only that she made contact with something. It fought like nothing had before. And that was about all the information she shared. For some reason, she wanted to keep most of her opponent secret. Not for any particular reason. Just... that fight. She had never felt her blood sing in such a way before. Exciting riding high on the air. Even as he removed his helmet and shrieked at her. It should have frightened Jupiter, but she moved on pure instinct. Later that day, she found herself leaning against a tree with a box lunch in her lap. Usagi was off trying to bum a little extra off of Ami. Mercury always had a soft spot for the Princess. Jupiter too, but today, she just wanted to be left alone. Her thoughts were a muddle mess. Memories surfacing about the fight. The way he moved, the intent in those small eyes. Such a large beast, but so graceful. A true warrior. It was just a shame he was so alien and an obvious enemy. If they had met on better terms in another life... Jupiter may have asked him to train her. but no, he was a threat to this world. Looking down at her lunch, she picked at an eel roll before popping it into her mouth. Chewing slowly while thinking about that day. Maybe, after school, she might go looking for him again. Or maybe he'll find her. The thought brought a fierce smile to her lips.

The staff pierced the hard-meat's armor as Xanthu threw all his weight into it, the creature flailing around as it was pinned to the concrete floor of the sewer pipeline and almost completely submerged in water. Xanthu had been skilled enough to remove it's tail before pinning it, something he was thankful for otherwise he would not have wanted to deal with the thrashing appendage at such a close range. The mutilated stub that had once been one of the black creatures main weapons jerked uselessly from its back, the acidic blood oozing from it neutralized as from the filthy water that covered it. These creatures were supposed to be the height of the Yajuta's prey. The perfect killing machine and the ultimate test of a hunters skills and strength. But as Xanthu looked down at the helpless xenamorth as he bit and clawed in his direction he could only find it...lacking. The sound of of claws against metal piping signaled Xanthu of the next attack. Pivoting on his foot he raised his net gun as the second hard-meat jumped at him, firing a few feet from himself and throwing the creature back against the wall as the nets edges dug into the stonework and began eating away at the creatures flesh. It shrieked and struggled, it's blood working quickly to dissolve the trap. It made little difference though as Xanthu already had his gauntlet raised and finished his prey off with a single shot from his spear gun. These hard-meat had been weak, something the predator had been severely disappointed at. From what he had seen they had not been born of humans but of some lesser animal, perhaps even a sickly one. They had provided little challenge, nothing like...her. He growled to himself, trying to push the thought from his mind. Still it pushed through and he could not ignore it. He was itching to finish the hunt of the human female, longed to chase her down and corner her for that last desperate battle between predator and prey. Every other human he had hunted on this planet had been nothing compared to that short exchange two days ago, and against his will he had grown somewhat obsessive over it. He had taken to watching her at night at the end of his mission hunts, waiting to see when she would be fit to be hunted again. He would not be so dishonorable as to take her when she was already wounded. Tonight, he thought, tonight he would hunt her. He turned back to the still-impaled hard-meat whose thrashing had grown somewhat weaker and expanded his wrist blades. Even as he removed it's head and prepared its skull for his trophy case his thoughts were on that human female who taunted him without fear. Tonight.

Kneeling on above of a moon drenched rooftop, Jupiter kept herself open to those around her. Every sound, ever movement. Tonight she would seek out that new threat and face him for the last time. She felt a little guilty of not bringing her friends into this, but Makoto felt that this was how it should be. Besides, she could probably focus more fully on the fight if Usagi wasn't there to worry about. Minako might be able to hold her own and Rei, but Sailor Moon usually caused more trouble then help. Then again... she usually finished things for them. Sighing softly, her head dropped forward. Maybe this was a bad idea. Then she heard it. A strange silence that descended upon the area surrounding her. Not a bird or dog. Lifting her head, she focused her eyes forward and tried scanning the area around her. Maybe Mercury would have been useful here. What with that little computer of hers. Dropping into a vast, abandoned lot, she stood between buildings and trees, her form striding forward with her head high. Please, please, just don't let me be wrong, she thought. It wasn't the time to doubt herself, but Jupiter felt strange. Like something was watching her. Come to think of it. She had that feeling for a couple of days now. Marching into the middle of the yard, she tilted her head to look around. A frown lightly touching her pale features. Makoto might be able to hold out for a time, but as Sailor Jupiter, she felt strength pulsing within her. "You're there, aren't you?" Tilting her head, she turned around slightly to look over her shoulder. Her voice soft.

He remained silent as she called out to him, crouched atop a nearby rooftop. He did not understand what she had had said, but knew she was calling him, could feel it. Still he remained silent, watching, studying. She was truly one of the fittest of her species he realized as he studied her body with his eyes as well as his sensors. Her frame, though curvier and smaller than his own, still packed a kind of strength he had not seen yet in a human. He had been looking forward to this. He finally responded with a low growl, his species signature and feared by those who had heard it. Coming to his full height on the roof above her he disabled his cloak and met her eyes, letting her know he was here for their next fight. He was donned in full armor, but with his cloak no longer needed he proceeded to remove his face plate once more to fight her as a warrior of equal footing. He felt she deserved it at least. The hiss of steam and smell of the Earth atmosphere filled his lungs as he removed the tubes and latches, pulling it away to reveal his jagged, hard face and twitching mandibles. He looked down at her, clicked, and readied himself. Like a bolt of lighting he was in the air, his wrist blades drawing out of his gauntlet with a "shhnk!" His eyes never left hers as he aimed himself at her, hoping she wouldn't disappoint him.

Makoto's ears perked at the familiar sound, her heart began to race in knowledge of what it meant. He was here. Turning around, she saw his massive frame stand against a dark background. The light shimmer of his cloak fading slowly to reveal him in truth. For the moment, he just stood there fiddling with his helmet. It was almost like something deep inside understood the need to help him wrestle that helmet off before engaging him in battle. Standing there, she slipped into a stance that was both familiar and comfortable. Hands out, legs apart. One for defense and another for balance. Watching him, she couldn't believe that he allowed her to live the last time. Obviously, he wanted this fight as much as she. Still, he hadn't killed her when her transformation came to an end. Honorable. So different from the villains they usually fought who kicked you when you were... oh wait. Lightly touching her tender belly, she could feel the soreness there, but ignored it. Then he was gone. Where was... oh shoot! Looking up, she could see him descending down on top of her. Makoto only had a second to think and dodge, her slender form darting just out of reach, but not without having her collar sliced into. No harm, no foul. Grinning, she flicked her fingers in his direction, almost as thought daring him closer. Then she launched herself at him, charging for him and suddenly twisting her lithe frame to lash out with a back kick to the face. Or so she hoped.

He clicked in amusement when she dodged his blades, never expecting them to connect int he first place. That would have been far to easy. He landed soundly on the ground, turning to face her as she challenged him with her body language, a challenge he was eager to accept. He let her come to him, expecting her to use close combat but being caught off guard by her sudden kick to his head. His large head jerked to the side as her attack connected and he hissed at her as he tried to gain his senses again. He slid his blade up between them, slicing the air to gain some space before going back in for the attack. His blade was poised and ready but he held them back, wondering if she would focus on the weapon and not see his other hand aimed for her own face.

She did focus more on his blades and hopped back a step from him only to catch his blow to her face. That knocked her head back with a snap, her jaw exploding in pain while she fell to the ground. Instead of crying or trying to get away, though, Jupiter turned back to him with a fierce grin. Her gloved hand lightly rubbing a red spot where his strike had connected. It would bruise in time, but for now, it throbbed with fresh pain. No slow movements were used here. She pushed herself up off the ground, coming at him again and almost laughing. The thrill of a real fight woke something up in Makoto. Maybe it was akin to insanity. Lord knew that she shouldn't be squaring off with something like him. Still, she couldn't suppress that savage streak that came to life. Growling, her hand shot forward for another headshot, while she brought a knee up. There was no way that Jupiter was going to dishonor him by fighting dirty. Instead of the groin, she aimed for his stomach and if she got that and he doubled over, well, she would try bring both fists down between his shoulder blades for a staggering blow. Only problem with Jupiter being this close, much as she liked it, it left her open for a lot of attacks at well. Besides, she didn't want to use any electrical attacks. And a weapon for her was out of the question.

The smell of blood gave the Yajuta's mandibles to twitch in excitement, coaxing a feral growl from him as the two fighters circled one another. She would not give up and he felt that no matter how much he beat her she never would. This was what he craved in the hunt, something no xenamorph, no matter how ferocious, could give. In terms of will and raw fighting ability he would say they were almost matched, but there was one thing he had over the human female. She was one of the young of her species, not yet considered an adult in their terms. He however, had been hunting decades before her birth and with those hunts came experience. That was something no amount of willpower could overcome. He could see her pattern of attack, how she was throwing herself headfirst into battle against an armed opponent knowing she herself would be open. He had never been more thrilled during a hunt, but at the same time he couldn't help but imagine what she could be if she had received proper training. Her first shot towards his head, grazing his mandibles as he ducked back and took the blow to the chest. Though he could feel the impact running through him he did not come pack empty handed, his hands digging into the leg she had thrown at him. His blacks claws dug into her soft flesh and with a roar he jerked it upward, trying to flip her up into the air and send her sprawling.

Bleeding, battered and bruised... Still Makoto picked herself up off the dirt and came at him. The heat of battle never left her dark green eyes, her expression, while appearing determined, always seemed to be smirking. It was as though the female were enjoying this as much as him. Every blow, every block. No matter how many times he threw her down or how many strikes she landed. Neither seemed to tire. All Jupiter could think about was moving faster, hitting harder. Her body perspiring in the heat of night, slick and glistening as droplets rained from her quivering arms and legs. Still, she came at him. Although, there was one time she did fall back. Panting hard, her features slick... rubbing her mouth, she found a bit of blood at the corner and just flashed him a vicious grin before licking it with the tip of her tongue. Delicious. Sore, beaten. No woman should be enjoying this, but it was more then pain, more then the rush. It was something primal. Like trying to prove herself to be a true warrior. Uranus beat her, but if she could deal with a guy like this and survive. Then she was just as good... maybe better. Again, she launched herself at him, ducking under his arm and trying to get close enough to land a few blows to his midsection. Maybe hard enough to bruise. She knew it was him that kicked her in the stomach and left the mark. Why not return the favor?

The punch of her attacks and the smell of his own blood was driving him to the point of madness, pushing him to attack her with more and more ferocity. His pulse was pounding in his head with every attack. He felt his muscles tense every time she came in for the kill and his senses flair each time she dodged one of his attacks. This female was pushing him farther and farther and he enjoying every minute of it. He nearly doubled over as she kicked his midsection and sent him several steps backward. He growled, nearly purred, as he regained his ground and went to close their distance again. Her smell was everywhere, invading his very being and creating strange feelings within him. He had a desire...a desire to make her finish this hunt and make a trophy of her...but somehow it felt like something even stronger was pulling him towards her. He needed to finish this, to bring it to it's climatic conclusion. He didn't let up his attacks, his claws and blades ripping at her wildly to create an opening where he could get her on the ground and hold her there. His mandibles twitched in excitement as he watched her move around his body and he couldn't escape the notion that she was indeed an enticing member of her species.

It all started with a sandwich and a dream... A sandwich made up of Avery's favorite deli meats and a dream of spending the evening watching a classic movie. The Last Unicorn. No, seriously, that's what the newest addition to the police force had planned for the evening. First, she wanted to wash the last few days out of her hair and the sweat from her brow and then sit down with her sandwich and watch the animated movie. She wanted this. She deserved it! ... and then the phone rang. For a moment, Avery refused to pick it up, instead, she stared at the headset and silently commanded it to be anything, but work. Let it be a telemarketing, someone wanting to sell her something or even her mother! Just don't. Let. It. Be. Work. Unfortunately, it was. They were short handed and besides, they have a special victim in their custody. Eh. Being an officer of the law in a small town was wonderful. Usually it was quiet, but lately strange things have been happening. Not spooky odd, just strange-strange. Like teenagers breaking out into a bawl at a football game. Not unheard of, but it was one of the first. Then there were some break-ins. A robbery here and there. Nothing to raise any eyebrows, right? Then this happened. Avery arrived in uniform and a slight scowl. Her dark eyes darting from face to face in the room. All men with the exception of Sam. Their receptionist of sorts. Moving to the other woman, she leaned forward to glance over her shoulder. "What's going on? You guys know I've been working my butt off lately and all I ask is for..." Sam quickly cut Avery off with a frown. Falling silent, she took a seat next to the dark haired woman. "We have a rape victim. And, uh, she doesn't want to talk to anyone else... just you." Sam's expression softened slightly. Rape, huh? It was unfortunate and shouldn't have happened. "How old?" The officer couldn't stop herself from asking. "Sixteen and she's scared. The doctors almost didn't let her go, but since she isn't all that hurt except for the obvious, we were able to bring her down here." It made sense. The police were suppose to serve and protect, right? If Avery was that age and something like that happened to her, she would want to be here too. With a sigh, she got up. "She's in room three." Waving off the receptionist, she moved past the group of men. No one really said anything. And she didn't bother to notice what expressions they were wearing. Just when was the last time they had a case like this? Surrey was suppose to be a sleepy little area where everyone knew your name. Things like this weren't suppose to happen. With a sigh, she opened the door and stepped in... then stopped. "Kathy?" It was the sheriffs's own daughter. Pretty and blonde, she sat in a chair with her long, thin legs drawn up to her chest. "Oh god, I heard, but I didn't... I never would have... what happened?" Avery quickly crossed the room and took the young girl into her arms. She held her tight, allowing the young blonde to cry. Her hand lightly running through her silken hair. She was suppose to be the beauty of their own. The pride and joy of her father. Untouchable. And then this happened. Biting her lip, she held her tightly while the girl sobbed. "I, I don't know. It... oh god, Avery. It happened so fast and, and... I kept saying no, but they wouldn't stop", sobbed the girl. "They?" Frowning, Avery looked down at the child in her arms. "How many are they? And don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this and they will pay. Your father will make sure." It went on from there. Avery gathering what little information she could get from the sobbing teen. When she finally left the room, she was met by Sheriff Breck. Shaking her head, she left him alone to talk to his own daughter. Maybe he could bring her comfort. Right now, she had a job to do. Walking down the hall, she made her way to her own desk. Just what was she suppose to do? This was suppose to be a cake walk. Sleepy town. The most she expected was a few domestic disputes, but not anything like this. Then another call came in. Something about a small riot broke out in the local watering hole. Two officers rushed off to take care of that. Avery frowned. Well, it looked like her sandwich and movie would have to wait. Things were about to get even more weird.

Rak'ator was well pleased with the progress of that had been made in just the last few days. It had not been particularly difficult to manipulate his prey, but they were performing admirably in the snare he had designed for them. Already the most susceptible and weak had begun to exhibit advanced aggressive behavior, acting out against all constraints and posing a threat and a challenge to the rest of the settlement. Humans were an interesting prey when properly equipped and motivated, but here he was more interested in the search for the quarry than the thrill of the hunt. It would come, but for now his purpose was too assess the potential of his prey. The settlement was isolated from it's nearest neighbors, and the wilderness in the area was far from tamed by those living there. It was the perfect setting for his search, and even should he not find his quarry here, there were others that might serve his purposes, but now he was quite hopeful in how the humans here were responding. He crouched on the local water tower, overlooking the main drag, quite invisible against the foggy sky with his camouflage activated. The cool climate was well suited to his vision, allowing him to distinguish the humans in their activities as the poison he had released into their water supply took hold on their minds, suppressing inhibitions and encouraging them to act on their most violent and aggressive tendencies. The weakest had succumb first, and now the younger and stronger were beginning to react and those potentials most resistant to the toxin were being pitted against them. He watched as the riot at the bar turned ugly, with several of the patrons taking up knives and pool cues and broken bottles and the bartender removing his shotgun from the wall. Already several lay on the ground dead and bleeding and out behind the back a man had dragged a young woman out of the bar and was attempting to force himself on her. Rak'ator knew those who would try to maintain order would be forced to come down harshly on them.

Thing weren't about to be resolved with a visit by the pair of police they sent out. In fact, they quickly sent back up as more calls came in about the riot breaking out. Avery was sitting in the passenger seat of her partner's cruiser as they made their way down to the local watering hole. Just a hole in the wall kind of place that never interested her much, but it seemed to be infested with some of the lowest scum. Tilting her head, she glanced over at Davis who looked at the road with such intensity. Something wasn't right. At least, she had never seen that kind of expression written across his face. Something that was hard to read and almost frightening. Frowning, she reached over for the radio to call in their number and report that they were on route. "You don't look so good, Mike", she murmured while lowering the mouth piece. "Are you alright?" Avery knew that they had to depend on each other. Davis had always been a decent kind of guy with a wife and two kids. Much older then herself and more experienced. He had shown her the ropes of their particular job. Still, she was getting this strange feeling from him. Trust your instincts, Davis always told her. Well, hers were going a little awry. Something told her things weren't as they seemed. "Yeah, I'm alright." His voice was almost a growl, his hard blues eyes peering over at her. He had never taken that kind of tone with her, ever. Still, it was probably her mind playing tricks. Turning her attentions back on the road, she could see something glowing in the distance. Kind of a warm yellow and red. Fire? As they got closer, she could smell the smoke and see the car that had, somehow, been turned over and was spitting out flames. In the street, there were so many people. Most men and some woman. A lot of them were fighting while some were just trying to get out of the way. One woman was being grabbed by her hair and dragged onto the ground, two men taking turns in kicking her as hard as they could. Just what the hell was going on? The patrol cars came to a stop and Avery got out without a second thought, her weapon drawn while Davis moved up behind her with a megaphone. Shouts were exchanged. Mostly their most senior officer giving orders for everyone to put down their weapons and get on the ground. There would be no sweet talking. And not a single person did as they were asked. A warning shot was fired into the air. Still nothing. What were they suppose to do here? So many people. Where was the fire department?

As Avery and Mike arrived on the scene, Rakator was struck by how calm and collected Avery seemed. Certainly she was apprehensive about the new chaos that seemed to be enveloping her town, but she seemed to be showing none of the usual symptoms of the poison he had released into their water. True, several others had shown a similar resilience, but that she was one of those actively trying to restore order spoke very highly of her abilities. "She will bear more watching." he thought to himself as he leapt deftly and silently from the water tower over the roof tops to the tavern where things were not working out as the sheriff's department might hope. The megaphone and warning shot had garnered the attention of the rioters who now proceeded to turn their makeshift weapons and rage against the deputies, rushing towards them and roaring gutturally. About a half dozen armed rioters with pool cues, hunting knives and broken bottles charged Avery and Mike where they stood behind their car doors, heedless of the guns that were leveled at them.

Dr. Brennan Only seconds before the cloak slipped over to 6:00 am, Temperance hit the off button of the alarm. As a result, no sound tuned when the large red numbers jumped from 59 to 00 in the minute spot. The young woman stretched lightly, knowing she would have another frustrating day in front of her. The case was frustrating, to say the least. How could someone be so ridiculous and think he or she would be able to get away with murdering kids. The only problem was, that the murderer knew what he or she was doing. He was cleaning the bodies in a medical fashion leaving little to no trace of evidence. No single hair or other type of DNA had been found on any of the body. The only things that still existed were the brutal stabs, cuts, burses on the small mutilated bodies. Some were down to the bone and seen even after the flesh had been boiled. This was beginning to become one of the most terrifying cases for almost everyone in the team. Her mind returned to the fact that she had been lying awake in bed for the past hour. The case was just occupying everything including her dreams now. Frustration was getting the best of her. After all her bones normally talked to her in some way or another.Ok Time to get up sleep head!Bones rolled out from under the cover and quickly turned to her bathroom. There she went through the normal morning routine: Toilette, wash hands, brush teeth, take a shower. She returned to her closet wrapped in a blue towel and a white one holding her hair together. That way they would not drip all over the place. She pulled out a pair of black slacks and matching blazer, before adding a light pink shirt to go under it, and a pair of black socks. It did not take her long to finish dressing before slipping her feet into a pair of comfortable black ballet slippers. In the bathroom once again Dr. Brennan pulled the white towel out of her hair and hung both of them up on the wall to dry. She then combed though her hair before blow drying it, and applying very light make up. It was not until she had placed her cell phone in her purse and grabbed her car keys that she decide to leave for work. The time set at 7:00AM. It took her another twenty to get to work. Now she was Dr. Brennan, ready to try an solve any case tossed at her and her team. Truth was she almost wanted to assume that they could solve any case. That was however not realistic, science could easily prove this wrong. Swiping her card, she entered the stage and smiled at the few people that were already there.Good morning! Just then she felt the cell phone in her purse ring and she picked it up. She knew it was Booth and agreed to wait for him at the Lab. Not like she had any other place to go in the first place. In order to pass the few minutes he would need she looked down to one of the skeletons counting the ten stabs that had all been placed to torture the kid. None of them had been the true cause of death. From what they could tell the kid died from bleeding out. It was one of the worst ways to go, and now she was worried that Booth would bring more bad news. Dr. Hodgins The night had been a short one for Jack. He had been out with some friends, a bachelors party to be exact. One place he should have skipped because it was the reason why his head was spinning, and he had very noticeable whiskey on his breath. Most of the night he had spent trying to drowned the images of Angela out of his mind. Somehow the entire bachelor party still brought back images of their almost marriage. Either way he had arrived at the Lab, dressed in a pair of casual jeans, a black shirt, and some sun glasses to hide his blood shot eyes. At least long enough to get to his duty station. Maybe he should have called in sick? Truth was he was sure the place would be to light for him once he was forced to take the sun glasses off. As he got to his spot, he smiled at the particulates he had found on the last victim. It had been nothing really helpful so far. Mostly just things from the dumping scene. The killer was ahead of most peoples lega that was for sure. He took a seat in his chair, trying to convince himself that the room would not be bright enough to hurt his eyes. He would have to loose the shades to be able to work. Dr. Brennans morning wishes received a soft nodd and a rough soundingMorning!in return.

Angela "Dear God, thank you for not calling this morning good!" Angela informed as she walked in, obviously exhausted, her hair a tamed mess, but obviously still a mess as she held a large cup of coffee in her right hand and a sketch pad in the other. "I've been having nightmares all week about this... I mean what kind of sick fuck does this to kids who don't even have their first set of adult death? You know our most recent victim was likely a very cute kid, missing one of his incisors and probably talking with a lisp..." She then sighed and hunched over for a moment before standing straighter and reached to adjust the large necklace full of nick knacks that she wore over her classic purple top and a pair of rather tight jeans, all very normal for her. What wasn't normal was the obvious lack of eye makeup. She had elected not to wear any today after crying off yesterday's. "So, you know it's hard to identify children younger then five without hair and eye color... Their features aren't extremely formed and while I can do age adjustments, those are far easier with parental models to work with," she shouted up to Brennan, hoping her best friend would tell her something reassuring to help her with the fact that she'd yet to draw anything leading to the victim's identities. Booth Booth groaned as he looked over the team from the platform and then looked over to Brennan, taking in her beauty for a moment before shaking his head and hoping none of the team noticed his changed body language to her since his he'd awoken from surgery. "Hey guys, it looks like you've got no news, which in this field is bad news... I'm going through missing person reports, but so far it seems I'm not finding anything conclusive. Perhaps in foster care, where their foster families would be slow to report them missing? Any other ideas people? I mean, there aren't many missing kids in the DC area... so I'm widening the search to include all of Maryland and Virginia." He then looked around, praying one of these very smart people would say something very smart. He needed help, a serial killer who left his victims virtually unidentifiable was a very bad thing, a very, very bad thing.

Dr. Brennan A sigh crossed her lips, they were getting no were. Why were these children not missing? Who would end up being able to kill someone so innocent? Angela made a deep sadness rise in side of her but she had to sake it off. To stay perspective they would have to try not to get involved. The blue eyes wandered over to her best friend and she noted the lack of heavy eye shadow at once. Then again she knew how Angela got involved like things like this. Out of all of them she would be the one hurting the most. Not to mention Booth was probably worried about his own son. Based on carbon dating I can tell you that this child was seven, victim two nine, and as you pointed out victim three was five. Other then thatI just wish my bones would talk to me!She hissed nearly striking the table when Zack appeared. He looked at the crowed not shocked to see them all so gloomy. I figured out one of the murder weapons The young adult mumbled hoping to at least bring some relief to the group. At least for a second or two. Common kitchen knife, its been sold six hundred thousand time, but this one had two very defined nicks He pulled up some data and placed it on the plasma so all could see. when you catch the guy I can prove its him. Temperance had taken a deep breath when he started by explain he had found something. Zack had brought them a step further and that meant a lot. Yes his last comment made her sigh before walking over to Booths side. You said you wanted to see me on the phone? Hodgins He could hardly take his eyes off Angela. She looked so frail, almost sick. Like she wasnt sleeping or eating. If things were not that complicated between them he woulc have walked over and placed his arms around her. Told her that they were going to catch that son of a bitch and make sure he got the death penalty, but he figured it would only make his misery worse. Sighing heavily he was thankful that Zack caught his attention. The still shaded shaded eyes followed his young friends every move. Jack was excite now. They had at least went a step forward, he had the motivation he need. Swinging the glasses off his blood shut eyes he cursed DAMN! As the light flooded his orbs causing him to squint. He shouldnt have gone out with those guys. Pulling himself together the pulled out a glass with a specific bug he had found by the first victim. Based on this beauty. I can tell you that he has been buried in out spot for one and a half years. How ever the soil sample suggests that he was buried somewhere else before then. Maybe cam found something in the soft tissue? Dr. Sweets Just in time to hear Hodgins suggest Cam, Sweets came jogging down the stairs towards the platform. He swept his card quickly and handed Booth a stack of paper. Here is that profile that you wanted. Based on the facts we have found I would say we are dealing with someone who had a troubled childhood. Not at home though but with other kids. Maybe an outcast during his early years other then that I can only guess, She smiled lightly hoping Booth would be somewhat proud of it all.

Booth sighed, aggravated by the overwhelming field of data that came suddenly from the nothingness. (Fair warning, I'm a scientific type so while I'm good with dominants, I halfway want Hodgins to start explaining what was used to clean the bones, lol) "Okay, okay! One at a time children!" he exclaimed, holding up both hands to silence the crowd. "First, what the freak are you doing out of the psych ward? I thought we told you not to escape again! It looks really bad on your record and there's a good chance that even if I thank the ward for all your help, they're going to put you in a maximum security facility for people of a significantly higher degree of insanity then killing someone and letting your master eat their flesh!" "Angela, calm down, go try and reconstruct the kitchen wound." "Zack, how can you prove who did it when all you have is a murder weapon that thousands of people have?" "Hodgins, thank you for the time frame, I'll start running that data through missing persons, again. Also, go drink some coffee and take a few Tylenol, it's never good to be so shit-faced at night you can't stand the light of day come morning!" "Sweets, thanks for the report, we already knew the guy was some fucked up psycho... Go work on your book!" "And you!" he exclaimed, looking to Brennan. "I need to speak with you in your office, now!" Angela quickly nodded, almost at the verge of tears, understanding how emotionally flustered Booth was. She then looked over at Sweets, who she doubted would be in a good mood. She knew he cared heavily about what Booth thought of him and to dismiss him like that could be described in no other way but mean.... With a moment's consideration she looked around and grabbed him by the shoulder, before pulling him a long a few more steps and grabbing Hodgins in a similar manner, pulling them both quickly into her office. "Sweets, he didn't mean it... and Hodgins, Baby, I've got aspirin in my purse. Only take one, you're photosynsative enough that if you take more then that and you'll probably puke. I'm not in the mood to be cleaning it up..." She then put both hands to her face and sighed. She needed to think about something besides the murder, just for a moment, so she changed topic to the first thing to come to mind with Hodgins standing there. "Sweets, how am I supposed to meet and hook the kind of people I like without sex? I understand you want me to become less physically intimate and become more emotionally intimate, but that's hard when you work a job not conducive to dating!" Cameron gave an exasperated look upon entering the room just as Booth was telling everyone off. She took a deep breath, kept her feet firmly planted and informed in a loud voice, "Brennan, this is one of your freebies... I am officially blind for the day. Zack is not here and I am not directing him to come to my office immediately to discuss how we are going to get him back to his facilities without a major federal manhunt after him, understood?" She then followed Angela's example, grabbing Zack by the arm and leading him into her office, shutting the door firmly behind her and glaring at the seat were he should very quickly put his ass if he didn't want trouble from her.

Zack Abby was almost hurt that Booth was not happy to see him. At least had had started some chain of information he did not know how to reply to a now angry Booth.If you catch the killer and he has this specific knife I can match it. Like I said the knife being used for some of the stab wounds has two nicks that all the others should not have.He kept his calm, after all he had promised not to escape again. He was about to add something along the lines of, I will still be able to leave when Dr. Soroyan grabbed him by the arm and nearly pulled him into his office. The glare said everything and he immediately took a seat in the chair she was fixating on.I can get back in their with out being caught...its quite simple. Booths tone was out of place in Hodgins mind, but he knew far better then to add into it. He was thankful that they had all been dismissed. The man figured there was nothing better then leave and let the other calm down, find his center. As Angela lead him and Sweets into her office her grumped a little at the fact that everything was still so light. Sweets was still shocked at how Booth had dismissed him in such an unfriendly fashion. He had been asked to make a profile, he did. It was not his fault that all that he could go on was obvious information. A frustrated sigh crossed his lips as Angela tried to make it into a different situation.I think he very much did...how am I supposed to come up with something none of us already know? I guess I could try pulling it out of my ass...He sighed once more sinking into the couch in her office.Its like he blames us for the lack of finding people...Hodgins added while rummaging threw Angelas purse and taking that single Aspirin.Thank you, Angela.He added kindly before sinking down besides Sweets.I dont know what tests to run anymore. We have done soil samples but the elements are to common in our areas. Not to mention I have brilliant stages of my beauty ranging from three years to six weeks depending on which child we take into perspective. The guy knows what he is doing and seems to be a step ahead of us. Not to mention did any of you notice the way he looked at Brennan before exploding? Sweets how ever caught onto Angelas topic change and elbowed Hodgins in the side hoping that he would keep away from the current case.Angela, I want you to go out and mingle with new opportunities. Just instead of heading off to sleep with whom ever you wish to get to know. I want you to have a conversation, maybe go to dinner with out ending up in someone elses house. I want you to have your emotions set before you sleep with someone.He muttered trying to stay in a good mood while Hodgins did his best to ignore the troubling thought of someone else with his dream girl. As Booth entered his rant Brennan smiled at Zack to insure him she was happy in seeing him around. He did not seem to catch it though. Biting he lip a little she tried to ignore the sudden upset looks that passed from person to person and could not help but focus on Angela for a moment. She seemed to catch on that it was best to get out of the FBI Agents way for the moment. Before the group left she managed to take out her cell phone trying to think of a way to help her best friend. Maybe she needed to have a lunch away from everything? Opening the phone she quickly added a sms in which she wrote Want to do lunch today? Just the two of us, somewhere no one can track us down? If yes 12:30? Hopefully she could act normal enough to at least clear Angelas mind for an hour. As Booth suddenly turned to her while everyone was fleeing from the room she gasp at his tone for a moment.Fine, but dont talk to me like I was a dog!She launched back, before leading them up the stairs to her office.Calm Down! Its not our fault that there is not enough scientific evidence for us to bring better results! So stop fussing MY people!She nearly slammed the door closed behind the two of them, now losing the hysteric voice.What do you need?She was calm, and as friendly as her temper let her be.

"Zack, really? Do you really think they won't notice you're missing? If you keep doing things like this they'll put you in a room with an orderly on guard duty constantly or they'll throw you in jail. Zack, you need to face the punishment for your crimes, it's part of being a member of society!" Cam exclaimed, hoping he would see logic and reason the same fashion she did rather then coming up with more elaborate escape plans. "Seriously? Didn't you get the part where I basically said I don't have time to go out and meet people like normal human beings do? I tried having a normal boyfriend, he came to visit me at work ONCE and broke up with me before the end of the day. I can't really have a normal relationship with normal people as long as I work here! No one here is normal! And Hodgins, you said the bones had been cleaned with chemicals, what sort? Shouldn't that leave residue or whatever? I mean I know soap is almost impossible rinse out of a sponge, so wouldn't the microscopic part of soap be even harder to get rid of? Ehhh, I'm probably making absolute no sense what so ever!" She then threw her hands up in the air before glancing down at her phone and picking it up to answer the text, murmerring, "Aww, Sweetie," before typing out a reply that, yes, she would love to have lunch somewhere remote. "I need you to tell me you destroyed my sperm sample, for one," he replied, his whisper low. He could not bare the thought that maybe, some how, they could have a life like the one he'd imagined in his dreams. The sample existing gave far too large a platform to place his dreams upon. "And I need you to tell me you don't love me... It's just that ever since the coma, I've been so conflicted. I feel like none of my life is real and I'm now in the dream like that was reality and this is some nightmare where all I try and do is atone for sins. I just... I looking at you and I remember how much I cared for you there, in that world. Just help me remember what's real."

The setting takes place at the Niblehim inn where a female white ninja is recovering from a bad cut on her right knee and she is sound asleep on an inn bed and she was out like a light and she was having some dreams about when she traveled with Cloud and the others and that is when she meant someone named Vincent Valentine and she wonders how he is doing now a days and she sighed in her sleep. The female white Ninja name is: Satoshi and she slowly wakes up from her sleep and she climbs out of her inn room bed and she leaves her inn room and walks downstairs to the inn lobby room and she leaves the inn and heads towards Shinra mansion and she pushes the door open and she enters into the shinra mansion and takes a look around it for a bit. Satoshi walks into the guest room of the Shinra Mansion and lays down on the guest room bed and she closes her eyes and wonders if Vincent Valentine could sense her presence like he did once before when they traveled with Cloud and the others. Satoshi has a flash back when Cloud, Aries and her first meant Vincent Valentine in the coffin after they defeated Lost Numbers and got the basement key to unlock the hidden basement where Cloud found Vincent in a coffin and he woke him up from his deep sleep. She was out like a light once again and enjoyed her sleep now and its about 9pm in the late evening on a rainy and stormy night out like tonight.

The storm flashed, rained cascading down the mansion window, Vincent stood silently in the darkest corner of the room, lightning stuck; a white light filling the room. Vincent stood like a ghost like figure watching Satoshi, thinking of the past encounter with her. "Who has awaken me?....I owe you thanks." the memory playing in his hea dlike amovie. "So your name is Cloud....Mine is irrelevant, but you may call me Vincent. I am what you would consider a vampire." Lightning flashed again, Vincents stare becoming more intense to Satoshi. "Hello Cloud. Who is your friend?....I remember her being there when you woke me, I never got to become acquainted with her....Satoshi? Interesting." Vincent walked forward standing over her now. "Tell me....Satoshi, how did you come to Shinra?" The scenes coming and going, each one coming at random. "Satoshi...." Vincent whispered as the storm raged on, angrily throwing thunder across the sky, following the lightning in it's path. Vincent turned to begin to walk away, his coat flowing behind him like the wind itself. "Enjoy your nap...." He said solemnly, grabbing hold of the guest room door handle, looking back once more, his ruby eyes glowing in the dark like small blood red fires. Lightning flashed once more, and Vincent was no longer within the room, the door closed behind him as he walked down the hall way for the mansion doors.

Satoshi eventually woke up from her sleep when she heard thunder bommers and that is the only thing that scared her and she sense that someone else was watching over her and the person that watching over her was gone and she feels a bit of shiver going down her spine and she shudders and tries to remember why she came here. Satoshi suddenly remembered she was running away from the turks and Sephiroth at any cost and knew that one of them would eventually find her and she sighed and wrapped herself up among the blanket of the bed and wonders what else will happen tonight and she kept quiet and kept her guard up at all times. She wishes she could tell Vincent why she is truly here for and tell him that she is in danger because she has the white martral that Aries gave to her before she died at the hands of Sephiroth sword and she hates Sephiroth with a passion and same with the turks as well.

Making his way onto the rain covered streets, Vincent stood staring at Shinra with a curious look. Something seemed amiss, He didn't give much attention to the thought. "Cloud....where are you?" Vincent said to himself, walking off into the dark distance, his clothing getting speckled with rain drops, as thunder boomed again overhead. The streets of Shinra were torn asunder, buildings abandoned from war, the only thing visible was the power station in the heart of Shinra powered by the planets life force. Vincent looked up and stared ominously at the streams of power flowing across the sky, something no one could see under normal conditions aside form himself. "The earth weeps its tears as that accursed factory steals its life away." Vincent scoffed at the factory, and continued walking down the blackened streets. "Reno....are you ready?" Rude looked over to his partner, holding the black box that housed JENOVA's head. "He will return once again...." Rude looked at the man wriggling under the restraints. "We've caught ourselves another SOLDIER, and well it seems he's out lucky guest tonight." He continued staring down at the curious fear in the mans eyes. "Come on, we haven't got all night. Sephiroth must return for out plans to work. Shinra will be under new control soon, and not even Cloud will stop him this time." Rude smirked and held the black box over the man, waiting to fuse the two together and recreate Sephiroth and start to take control of what was left of Shinra. "Just make sure that when I summon him back that you take the epicenter of the life force in this factory, and fuse it with Sephiroth. More power to him means better chances for us." A small laugh escaped Rude, as he lifted his free hand to the other end of the box, ready to open it and begin the fusion of the two.

Satoshi felt a bad feeling and she slightly cursed underneath her breathe and couldn';t believe that Sephiroth will be back again and she needed to get the heck away from this place as far as possbile. And she hates it when the enemy is after her now and she held the white materia close to her side. And she added it with her other materia she has with her. And she knew that the enemy won't have a chance to get this away from her ever again and she promised Aries she'll keep it safe and out of the hands of evil no matter what it took. Reno said to Rude,"Yeah I'm ready,but once Sephiroth is reawaken let me tell him that white ninja girl Satoshi has the white materia. And your right no one can stop us not even Cloud, Vincent or Satoshi will loose this fight for once and for all. And I'm ready to put the rest of this powerlife into Sephiroth and your right Rude,he'll be more stronger then ever before. But no one knows where Satoshi is hiding at all,don't worry between you,Sephiroth, and I we'll find Satoshi no matter what it takes,she'll eventually come out of hiding very soon I know she will Rude."

Vincent stopped for a moment looking back at the darkened mansion, thinking for a moment. "Wonder if that girl still has the white materia in her possession....Sephiroth would not be too keen on her if she did. Damn!" Vincent made a dash back to the mansion, entering his phantom form, floating like a red angry blood cloud through the torn streets. "Hang on Satoshi." He said to himself. He slowly came to a stop at the top step of the mansion looking up at the large windows, seeing nothing but darkness on the other side of them. It looked forbidding, making it all the more inviting to Vincent. He stepped inside, his figure being swallowed by the darkness, only his eyes showing like little glistening rubies floating in the black mirth of the air. "Satoshi...." He called out, lightning crackling across the sky, lighting up the halls for a split second. He made his way silently back to the guest room, where he found Satoshi sitting now, curled in a little ball with the materia. "Satoshi, you need to come with me. It's not safe here." Vincent said quietly, staring at her sternly. Rude released the clasp on the box, a dark liquid seeping out from the bottom. As it fell like a gel like substance, it evaporated into dust and sank into the skin of it's victim. "Come back to us....Sephiroth." Rude grinned toothily, and glanced to Reno signaling for him to start the process of fusing the life energy of the planet with the newly forming Sephiroth. "Quick!" Rude looked over to one of the door guards, "Hand me the Masmune, he will need his weapon." Rude snapped his fingers indicating urgency, as one of the men hurried off into the hall, returning with the long blade handing it to Rude's empty waiting hand. "Thank you, now return to your post." Rude held the weapon with an Iron grip as he watched the transformation take place before his eyes, a sharp green light exploding in the room. Sephiroth stood silently staring coldly at the men before him. Rude held his weapon out to him in an offer of returning it to him. "Welcome back....we have a plan to take control of Shinra and end Cloud and his group." Rude said calmly, staring eye to eye with Sephiroth. Sephiroth took the weapon from Rude, sheathing it on his side, as he looked about the room. He did not respond to Rude, but merely looked at him. His unmerciful silver eyes stared straight through the man behind the shades, a smirk forming across his thin white lips. "Is that so?...." Sephiroth finally spoke, now looking to Reno from behind his silver hair. He examined the two as he stood tall and elegantly. "I don't care about the city, nor about Cloud. I care about ending the program that created the SOLDIERs. I will do as mother asks. She will be happy so long as I am around." He stepped down from the pedestal that restrained the former SOLDIER, and turned to face Rude and Reno. "We have work to do...." He looked over to the door guards, and smiled even wider. "Let's start by taking full control of these facilities." He turned to Reno and gave a wicked stare. "Where is the commanding officer of these facilities?" Sephiroth questioned coldly, as he stepped forwards only a few inches from Reno now.

Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come! Nuala's soft spoken voice eased the silence in the lonely cell where her twin brother was kept under lock and key within a cell with reinforced bars. By all means, the area he was kept locked up in was quite spacious and kept clean. He had everything he needed to function and plenty of space which he could use for various activities. There was even a small bookcase filled with a sparse collection of old leather bound books. Despite that fact that her brother suffered no cruel treatment, she knew better then anyone how he disliked the idea of being caged up like an animal. There were times when his rage grew so intense that she had no choice but to come to him. Whatever he felt, echoed through her body. His thoughts reflected in her mind if she concentrated hard enough. Some would thing it unnerving, to be able to feel and sense everything your brother could, but for Nuala and Nuada, they had never known anything else. Their bond had been intense even before they had been born, linked from the womb of their mother. At times like these, when her fair skinned brother was ill at ease, the delicate princess would stop whatever she happened to be doing and come down to visit him. She spent most of her time reciting poems to him or reading out of books, always the classics which Abe took great pleasure in showing her. Being a twin, Nuala resembled her brother to an extreme. The same white hair, the same pale skin, the same markings everything. There were subtle differences, though, nothing too extreme, but enough to tell the two apart. Nualas eyes, for instance, while they are golden in color like her brothers were wider, and somewhat brighter. She also happened to be a few inches shorther than him, and her face is a bit rounder full cheeks and light colored lips, as her brothers are dark. She is slender, very petite. This evening she was bit more dressed up then usual, suggesting she had plans for later in the evening, plans that no doubt included Abe. Her dress was a deep, royal purple in color, with silver and gold accents around the wrists, neck, and waist. Certainly fit for a Princess. Ironically enough, they didn't speak to each other very often whenever they were in eachother's company. Yet, anyone who was in the room with the creepy white twins would get a feeling that they were communicating just fine without words. Being so alike, sensing, feeling eachother's emotions, pains, pleasures and thoughts meant that there was really very little to say. Most of the time it was just Nuala reciting her poetry to him, which in an odd way seemed to calm him down. After a few long moments of silence, Nuala places a marked in her book and shut it gently. She raised her head slowly to give her brother a long and hard look, a look that plainly said she was displeased with him. "What did you say to Abe? I know he was down hear earlier to offer you some books. He was very distraught afterwards...." Her voice wasn't accusing, it was elegant and composed as a princess's voice should be. There were rare occasions when her brother, who was always the stronger and cleverer of the two, was able to hide things from her. Nuala on the other hand, had never been able to hide anything from her brother. "I know you dislike him, but he means well. He is trying very hard to be friendly with you. Brother, how can you be so petty?"

Nuada couldn't be certain how long he had been inside of the B.P.R.D - with no windows available to him he had no way of knowing the time of day, never knowing if the sun or the moon was up and only being able to rely on the distant voice of his instincts. At first he had still had the adaptations of an outside environment - but he was sure weeks had gone by and the outside world seemed further away, sunlight and grass being replaced by stale, flourescent lights. And the guards. Miserable humans who stood stoically outside the hallway that connected into his cell, where he was displayed like some sort of circus sideshow, and they would occasionally peer in to watch him, their entertainment until they got bored of him. Which they did, quite quickly - Nuada didn't speak, didn't cause trouble - after all, they had heard of his capabilities, had learned that he had nearly killed Hellboy - but he had never issued a challenge to them, had never threatened them or made any attempt to escape. In fact he barely moved most of the time, on top of refusing the disgusting human food they tried to feed him. His body was a temple; he wouldn't deface it. The result was that, over time, they had become less vigilant. There was a more casual air to the men now - they had become used to this. And, very occasionally, Nuada would have visitors. Nearly every member of the team had come to see him in their uneasy attempts to make some sort of connection with him, but Abraham was the most frequent guest - and he suspected this was because of the amphibious male's connection with his dear sister. In fact, he was certain that Abraham came to see him because every time he saw Nuala, he saw him - they were two parts of one whole, the dark and the light, and Abraham was trying to get to know her other half. He brought books once. Nuada had gone through them in a detached way, more like he was studying them than actually reading them, picking apart the human literature - some of them had been promising, but still undeniablyhuman. He had refused the next time Abraham tried to bring them to him, informing the other that he didn't want to sully his mind with such idealistic rubbish, "You are trying to groom me, Abraham," Nuada had said, yellow eyes flicking over the other man's face; the musculature didn't allow for a broad range of emotion to be displayed, but the slightest twitch was enough for Nuada, "Allow me to save you the effort - literature will not endear humans to me the way it has done for you. I will not be swayed." Abe had simply watched him in that calm way of his, but there was an underlying anxiety; yes, Abraham was nervous. "I know what they did to you." Nuada added flatly, "I know that you were tortured, kept in a glass tube, and treated like a science experiment. This bureau is only a safe haven for as long as the human government is interested in -" He struggled with the word due to his hatred for it, and the unfamiliarity of it, "- freaks. And humans have a terribly short attention span, Abraham. You should know, they abandoned you to a decrepit laboratory. They may very well do it again." Abe had left without optimism, and his sister arrived filled with anger - certainly, her pretty face didn't show it, nor did her gentle tone imply it, but their connection was too strong for her to be able to hide anything from him. Nuada felt the anger as though it was his own, but would not be cowed by it. He cocked his head to the side, white-blonde hair falling over his shoulder as he inspected her; she dressed in light colours as always, elegant and draping over her tiny form while Nuada adhered to neutrals that fit closely to him. "Dislike, sister?" Nuada repeated, testing the word out like it was foreign, continuing to watch her through the bars, unblinking in his focus - he was drinking her in, absorbing her in a way that was wanton. They needed eachother in a strange way; their connection had always made it difficult to stay apart, sometimes caused an ache, as though something in them was missing when they were distant. "You find him sweet." Nuada said simply, a statement of fact, one that came without emotion, "He is naive. Intelligent, but misguided. You feel a connection with him, sister - I feel it as well. I cannotdislikeAbraham because of it - I have no choice in the matter."

Nuala unconsciously drew away from him, lowering her head ever so slightly so that her long train of silver-white hair fell around her face and spilled down her sides, betraying her discomfort as his golden gaze swept over her. There was always something in the way he looked at her, something dark and...something she didn't quite understand. Their father had always tried to keep them apart. Perhaps he had seen the way Nuada looked upon his sister and did his best to put distance between the two of them. An impossible feat. When he had left in exile, a part of Nuala had gone with him. She'd been so terribly lonely. The only thing that had kept her going at times were those rare occasions when they subconscious selves touched in the form of shared dreams. Sometimes her body would ache after his training sessions and it would remind her that he was still out there. After witnessing him kill their father, she nolonger felt safe around him. She knew he would never hurt her, but he would hurt those around her. It was one major reason why she was currently upset with him. He had harmed Abraham, the person dearest to her. The person she had forsaken her homeland for. Oh, she knew just as well as he did that they would eventually have to return to Bethmoora. As the only living heirs to the throne, their people would suffer more without them and fade even faster without someone to claim the throne. She didn't want to go back just yet. In her mind, she planned on learning as much as she could about the human world in hopes of figuring out a solution. She held out hope that they could live in harmony with humankind. Surely there had to be a way. Her brother on the other hand, held no hope. Only contempt. His resolve was already firmly in place and it saddened her that they could be so close and yet so different on their opinions. Nuala was everything light and good in this world and Nuada seemed endowed with darker and stronger elements. She didn't understand his drive to kill. She viewed all living things as sacred, from the smallest blade of grass to the greedy humans who destroyed the forests from which they had originated. "Well, you have certainly done something to upset him. He....he's barricaded himself in his tank." Her amber eyes sought his, reading his expression and words. She had never stopped to consider that her feelings for Abraham might leek into Nuada as well. This had never happened before. For the lognest time...the world had only consisted of the two of them and now Abe had broken that thin barrier and stepped into their hearts. "Liz and I are going shopping tonight. Since I cannot go out into the human world, she and Hellboy are going to the Troll market with me instead. I was....wondering if you would like me to bring you back anything brother? Nothing that can help you escape ofcourse, but some new clothes perhaps?" She held genuine concern for his well-being. He was her brother and no matter what, she would always love him. She didn't even seem to have realized how close she had come to the bars of his cell. Her pale hand outstretched so that her palm was nearly touching the bars. It was as if some sort of magnet drew the two of them together.

"Any disturbance in Abraham is a result of something that reaches far beyond anything I could have said." Nuada replied coolly, "He is troubled by you, Nuala - you are too perceptive not to be aware, Iknowyou feel it. There are days where he comes down here to speak with me, and he looks upon me the way he might look at you - he sees you in me, just as he sees some part of me in you. It concerns him, confuses him." Slowly, he cocked his head the other way, eyes flicking over the details of her outfit, the ornate material and the silver clasp at her neck and wrists - silver had always looked so lovely on his sister, as did all of the cool colours she tended to favour, the blues and greens and purples. Of course, she was very becoming in red, though she wore it so rarely. "Abraham understands more than we could hope for anyone not of our kind to do - but he will never fully comprehend us - he bases his worth on how much he knows. Being unable to connect - frustrates him. Beyond that, his concern is for your well-being and because of the way we are, sister, indirectly he is also concerned for my own. He cannot help himself; the curse of his perception." He was watching his sister through his eyelashes, his hands sliding up the bars of his cell, fingers grasping the metal, "There is nothing I would desire." Nuada said, and his hand suddenly shot out, limbs lean and reflexes so quick that he caught Nuala's tiny, fine-boned hand in his palm, tugged it towards the bars. The guards outside were suddenly tensed, poised to spring - but all Nuada did was draw her hand close and kiss her fingertips, "My dear sister."

Some part of Nuala knows that her brother's words ring true, that Abraham is struggling to grasp at the connection between the twins. A connection that he can detect, but cannot hope to gain entry and dare not intrude upon. He was kind, intelligent, and understanding. He was everything Nuala had ever hoped for....and yet there was a void within her that he could not fill. No doubt Abe could sense that void. An empty space, an aching in her heart and herentirebeing that only Nuada could fill. Anyone who loved her would have to play second party to the intense bond she shared with her brother and that was the plain, bitter truth. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a strong pale hand shot out and grabbed at her wrist, spidery fingers locking her in place. The princess jolted as the bond between the two of them intensified when they touched. Her thoughts flew into his mind like the fluttering of a humming bird's wings and at the same time, his thoughts bombarded her. She could feel him inside of her mind like a dark whisper, the two of them speaking a lifetime of words without uttering a single word outloud. Nuala snapped out of her trance as his mouth replaced his hand, drawing in a shaky breath as the guards began to make their way towards her. She held out her free hand to ward them off, her heart racing and body quivering with each brush of his lips. "No, no! He's not hurting me. Lower your weapons....please." All she recieved in reply were faint grumbles and odd looks in their direction. At long last she drew her hand away from the bars of his cell. Every single time Nuada touched her, the slightest brush of skin or lips flew through her body like a lightning bolt, freezing her in place and leaving her breathless. She began to take a delicate step backwards, picking up the book she had discarded and holding it to her chest as if it could shield her racing heart from his dark gaze. "I'll pick something out for you nonetheless, brother." Sheepish. Shy. Withdrawing from their connection. "Liz is going to have twins....I don't know if anyone told you." She had decided to change the subject, nervously pushing back strands of silverish white hair behind her ears.

There was little else Nuada could possibly need, and with his sister's hand in his, there was nothing but her. When they touched, there was a sense of - completion; it was the feeling that he was finally whole after being only a broken shard for far too long. As very young children, they had shared a close connection that had kept them together at all times and when they had been apart, Nuada had communicated with his sister through their shared telepathy, had soothed her to sleep on nights where she was troubled. But age and time and the years of becoming jaded had made them blossom into two very unique beings; their connection was as strong as ever but their differences were palpable. They hadn't grown distant or even grown apart, but their lives had merely forced them to journey away from eachother, and as much as it had pained Nuada, he had frequently reminded himself of the greater good and had dedicated himself to his cause - rid the world of the disease that was ravaging it. Destroy the humans, save and restore the suffering and dying planet. Kissing her fingers, he could feel her heart - it was as though it was in his chest instead of hers, and he could hear the change in her breathing, feel the heat in her face without needing to touch it. He awoke something in her just as she did to him. Still, Nuada said nothing; he simply watched her, yellow eyes boring into her, absorbing her. With no words, he still managed to communicate to her: I have missed you. Finally, he released Nuala's hand as she began to step back and he dropped his own to his sides, giving her one final study before turning away again. "Twins." Nuada repeated thoughtfully, and then added with a dark, airy sort of humour, "I do hope the planet is prepared." And he moved away without another word, taking his place up against the wall to resume his meditation.

It was a boring, uneventful sort of day. The sun was high up above, shining down brilliantly, shimmering off the waxy surface of the tall grass and waters of the cool lake. A few bird pokemoncould be heard chirpig and chittering rather happily in the trees, but there figures where unseen, only sounds where heard. The clouds over heard the tall leavy canopy seemed to move in an almost lazy sort of fashion as well. It seemed nature itself decided to relax and come to an almost complete stand still, though one might expect an explosion of sorts to suddenly tear thorugh the air and breaking the silent. Nothing of the sort happened unfortunetaly. The only movement came from a trainer and his partner, a jolteon male. The two stood almost at the same high, the jolteon shorter, unless he extended his ears to stand up straight, making him a good few inches taller. Both shared the same glear green stare, though the trainer was dressed, while the jolteon seemed to enjoy letting his rather menacing looking spikes keep him covered and looking less exposed, though of course he was in all the sense exposed to the elements. The boy sighed, his pokemon partner follwed suite. "Not a single trainer, pokemon, or battle all day long," the blond boy complained as he slumped, dropping his pack down on the ground to kneel over the small crystal clear water to ash his face. "I know," his jolteon, who like his trainer seemed to share the same lust for excitment and action. "Nothing at all....today is boring and dull," he said, a few arcs of electricity surging through his spiked mane, that did well to cover his features a bit. "I know," the boy said, seeming almost a bit cautious in speaking with his disgruntled pokemon "We still have a few days till we get to the next town, so we have plenty of time to run into...something to do before a gym battle," he said, which seemed to calm the jolteon down just a bit, but only a bit.

Oddly enough, the same could be said about the day of another sort of plane, another universe of existence, a parallel one. A somewhat boring, uneventful day seemed to be in store for ayoung hedgehoggirl as well, as she sat underneath a tree, close to Emerald Hill. Lately, things around here had been quiet, peaceful, calm...which to some was nice, but the girl actually found it all rather boring. Generally, when one grows up in a world which is almost constantly under attack by a disgruntled fat man and his creations, you tend to get used to always being active. Being the sort to always enjoy being out and about, Canta had been spending her day just relaxing, trying to get used to it...and failing terribly. "Dammit...I know I shouldn't be hoping for an attack or something, but why can'tsomethinghappen today?" As she spoke to herself, eyes closed, her ear twitched lightly, sliding open an emerald orb, glancing past her red streaked pink hair, as her scarf began to blow in an upcoming wind. "What...?" Suddenly, the wind started picking up, forming what looked like a tornado or vortex about twenty feet from her, starting to force anything not nailed down to come closer, Canta included. Springing to her feet, she started to drag her booted feet into the grass, trying to pick up speed in the other direction. While not every hedgehog was gifted with the speed of light or sound, she was no slouch...but this close, without any warning to run, she didn't have much of a chance. Letting out a yell, she was lifted off her feet and tossed about, before blacking out. A flash or two of thunder could be heard above the trainer and his Jolteon, as the wind tunnel seemed to form high above the tree, spitting something out of it, as it came falling through the tree, then splashing down near the bank of the little lake. It was Canta, the hedgehog, passed out, hair a mess, shirt pushed up near her chest, and skirt tussled around, with her scarf and arm-sock glove looking close to falling off.