Species the Unknown Strain

Chapter XV

The overheating sensations became too much for myself to stand as I slumped over against a wall breathing heavily. My eyes burned as though I had salty tears agitating an open wound, I couldn't do anything save for wiping it on a drenched shirt. Looking upwards straining I saw half twitching, or semi conscious police officers who should have been praying to god they were able to even breath properly. None of them were ideally apart of any special tactical teams or SWAT in other words, I'd been incredibly thankful to not imagine if I had to go up against those kinds of people. It'd be all too damned dangerous to put it mildly.

Reaching over I threw away a useless weapons spent of its ammunition in favor to look for another. I don't understand how we avoided these guys in the beginning, but now about like every fucking turn another group shows up! I stood up stretching my back to pop tensed muscles that couldn't be eased down as I felt nothing save for extreme anxiety seeing very turn inside the subway, if anything it just made things worse off. But at least I wasn't alone in dealing with these people, I only glanced behind to see an individual flinging a gurgling man head first into the wall. I wasn't fazed to hear an audible thunk of crunching kevlar.

Absently taking a knee I took up an entirely loaded fearsome looking shotgun with its stock extended completely. Yet it seemed my interest in using looted firearms hadn't been entirely understood. Why do you use them when they can't kill us? I raised an eyebrow hearing Eve's casual admittance when I tapped the barrel all too knowingly, "You mean gun's can't kill you." I emphasized for that logic being applied to herself by nudging said firearm, I wasn't smiling when just keeping it's muzzle away from anyone naturally, "I don't have that insurance, or have that damned insanity to test if a bullet blows off my head Eve."

Moving over one half consciousness man I kicked his face effectively ceasing any notion he'd wake up shortly. I feel too hot...way too hot. Exhaling sharply I thought I saw steam to which an entity moved beside me completely exposed, I even saw sleek tentacles of some kind slithering back up into wrists and they were eerily similar to snakes. Even though her appearance was a thing of nightmares I managed to stare her directly eye to eye, so I thought for a split second everything got brighter when closing an eye not bathed in heat.

You're pushing yourself too hard, I believe. Her voice sounded oddly mystified given how I shook myself to fight off hot descending cascades of sweat. Warily I asked her a bit amused, "Mind explaining cause I've got nothing." We moved relatively quick despite encounters with possibly a dozen, or two armed officers of law enforcement. I had a hunch we'd be seeing more and more as time passed, I only imagined how many were on call to hunt us down. All of them if I wanted to be optimistic, or seeing an entire military was even better!

Feeling overly hot again I gave out one rasping hiss of irritation to take huge lungfuls of oxygen. It felt beyond relieving to feel coolness inside flesh that seemed akin to fighting off a fever and I saw steam proving my suspicions right. I think you're burning up out of stress. I snorted because it sounded plausible to die of severe anxiety attacks, I must have had that in spades to win the lottery. But Eve continued regardless to merely speculate rather comfortingly, or least tried too. As you've noticed it's only been happening when you go beyond what a human can't do naturally, but because you aren't changing to handle it your body is struggling to keep up, so you're literally burning away from being...human, Alex.

Why did her particular explanation just happen to make so much damned sense? I must have been delirious enough to shrug it off, "So I'm sweating like a pig because I'm not fully...whatever?" Referring to my own twisted blackish green arm spoke volumes towards Eve's similar appearance, I saw several hair tentacles being brushed back almost casually. The fact she was able to remain whatever kind of alien twisted humanoid form still seemed strange, if I was closer to her and Sil then why was I unable to switch into whatever they were? I distinctly remembered waking up in bed and reverting back seemed way too quick to understand how it worked.

Those clear reptilians eyes narrowed rather bemusedly yet they seemed sinister to promise anything coming across as predatory. Maybe, or maybe not since I don't know for sure, Alex. Internally gnashing both teeth I lashed out slamming a fist into the wall feeling absolutely frustrated. Pieces of granite flaked off partially humane and alien flesh yet I felt a numbness, "Great! Fucking great, I'm stuck between being ugly and absolutely fucked up!" I wanted to endlessly break someone's jaw apart because god damn it all I couldn't stop feeling fury, it was absolutely maddening and purely insane to rationalize this crap I'd going through.

Tingling sensations crawled up my arms causing me to shudder involuntarily as I walked forward again. Look at your other arm now, I think I understand...a bit. Cracking an eye to glance down I almost stopped out of shock. Eve's laughter echoed slightly when I blurted out, "Holy shit!" I literally saw blackish veins popping up along every conceivable piece of flesh, I owlishly blinked in response . Christ Almighty I almost looked like I had the literal black plague from the god damned actual medieval times to put it bluntly.

Eve's scaled hand comfortingly stroked my exposed arm as if testing its texture. Involuntarily I shivered due to how smooth her flesh had felt in turn. I brought both eyes ahead avoiding to see that sly smirk growing again, "Don't!" I snapped out that word giving off a warning yet she thankfully humored in favor to explain herself. I'm just thinking the more you grow angrier, it'll be easier for you to switch yet right now the more you think about it...it doesn't happen. For some strange reason I can't help to think this is so odd, but I can't help to say it is fun to wonder because I don't really understand.

Gruffly I replied a bit unsure myself, "To be fair? I think you're on point because if I recall I was scared and beyond livid when you tried to imply...creating life back earlier. I was ready to tear you apart if I could remember everything, or anyone apart." An understatement that bordered onto absolutely fury and hatred that just wanted me to exert physical punishment, "This is beyond me, I can't even imagine how it'll all work out." Truth wasn't exactly sweet to admit but I was scared, I'd be a liar and a half to say I wasn't. So much for being sure I grimly scoffed mentally.

Something very warm hand landed on my bare shoulder causing me to look over again. Eve's expression while inhuman seemed distinctly fierce yet her lips pulled smiling exposing sharpened teeth. It'll work out, Alex. I didn't understand how she'd remain so optimistic, or rather I think she was saying what I needed to hear most. Although any good feelings to inspire confidence quickly drained themselves into an almost stone wall called bluntness. No other human in your place, or any similar to you could handle what you're experiencing without going...crazier, I'd guess?

My eyes twitched namely out of sheer resignation knowing Eve's strongest suit wasn't comforting any person, "And there it goes!" Picking up the pace to decidedly get through this ever lasting nightmare of horrors became an incentive, "Pretty sure any person in my shoes would have ran, fought or turn themselves in our of sheer desperation. So you'd have an A for good effort, but try not make the person who you're comforting realize the truth." Crazy certainly wasn't as bad as psychotic, or perhaps insanity had a way of finding itself holding onto my psyche. Whatever applied they'd do the job to separate me from any normal person by several thousand poles extended back to back, so I loudly snorted in response to humoring all this madness.

Maybe I should focus on getting us out of here, first. The next turn lead onto a straight away portion of track that barely got illuminated by partially functional lighting. It seemed most had turned from a standard yellowish white into bright red that came in spare intervals, I shivered unconsciously realizing how eerie it seemed. With no sound footsteps echoed senselessly causing my own hackles to rise up whenever I thought I heard something in front of us, or behind given we'd just cut through dozens of armed cops. I didn't want to get shot in the back specifically because at least I had a chance hit the ground if we encountered more.

When we encounter more, so its not an if moron! Absently correcting myself we lightly jogged forward since it became apparent we'd been walking far enough. In constant succession I looked left to right searching for any signs, or markers in which we were traveling since I needed distractions to avoid feeling heat spikes in both arms. Sweat literally dropped down my chin causing a irritating sensation due to soaked cloth and whatever flesh came into contact, I became tempted to tear it off out of sheer humor but I had a feeling someone next to me would enjoy it too much. Eyeing Eve whose smile merely widened despite no words spoken verbally, or internally.

Time passed as we went from jogging towards running once a lack of encounters became motive to rapidly gain ground. Occasionally lights flickered drenching us in complete darkness before a dull red illuminated anything in sporadic intervals. But to my eye which seared itself closed I might as well have been underneath an open sun! I swore I was seeing too many details that weren't problematic when opening a relative normal eye to test a theory. A theory that manifested results that shocked my mind into surreal disbelief.

An eye that's definitely not normal can see a hell of a lot clearer, I close it and everything's darker than hell itself! So if I switched into whatever was inside my skin, I'd say becoming blind as a bat wasn't going to happen at all. But funnily enough I wanted to move faster, I began really letting out strides to feel pleasant burning on both legs which gave me motivation to haul ass! Grinning excitedly I sprinted for possibly a quarter of a mile itself, or perhaps something less since everything blurred when honing in on systematic breathing.

Flying around a corner I wanted to keep going but light suddenly burned brightly causing me to snarl openly. Shit, we got company again! Another small group of armed officers all held similar faces of shock, alarm and absolute confusion when a figure leaped over myself to hit them head on! Eve's humanoid like form simply threw any unfortunate man like some rag doll and I followed up by skidding to a stop unloading several shells. The firearm I supported let off loud bangs as ricochets sparked yellow streaks whenever hitting metallic surfaces, so I did my purpose all too easily to have them contend with Eve up close and myself unleashing lead.

I'm getting very annoyed with these humans! I heard all too clearly when Eve kicked another man back stumbling clutching his chest and I followed up by swinging the shotgun like some club into is exposed temple. He crumbled instantly even when I stomped on his face, I made sure he wasn't getting up anytime soon. Glancing up I dashed over his prone form to fire two more shells causing two men to hit the floor out of sheer reflex. You're not the only one hating on people with guns here Eve, but least we know they're around!

One tried to raise his weapon barely managing to pull the trigger back before a snake like tentacle had him flung against a wall. Eve's guttural growls in taking down prioritized targets didn't help it's spine tingling implication, if anything I found them oddly natural. Grappling with the other officer whose muffled yelling hardly made me look away when I slammed the shotgun's stock into his face over and over again! It didn't take much once I glared hatefully when a gloved hand tried choking me, I kept up this constant assault until he went limp underneath. Standing fully I gripped a loose part of vest to throw him with an arm back first into the wall for good measure, I wasn't going to play nice if they wanted to kill me.

This particular exchange took several minutes due to us being familiar fighting armed officers. I hated every moment due to a fact one bullet could do me in, or so I feared because I didn't want to taste lead poisoning. A shrill scream gave way due to an obviously broken arm as Eve tossed the last man away hissing angrily. She definitely sounded livid due to how said sound echoed akin to gravel but I guess I'd understand why. Oh, that's going to sting I bet. Now for all intensive purposes I'd be furious too if someone impaled a knife through my shoulder, I grimaced when her scaled hand yanked it out effortlessly.

Watching the knife clank uselessly against a metallic track brought me upon my confirmation. These people would kill us with anything they had on hand, it didn't matter if it were guns, knives or even god knew what yet their intent spoke alone. No regrets, no hesitation and no mercy. I had some kind of hope but it boiled down to us escaping alive, I'd never regret my choice but no one would understand save for us both to do so. So why did I feel regret after knowing all of these facts? Without even hinting for pause I threw another man head first into the wall hearing kevlar cracking underneath strain that it barely could handle.

There's going to be too many swarming to more than likely cut us off. That line of thinking certainly proved to have merit given how frequent groups were just appearing. Too many chances, too many opportunities for massive gunfire and I had a hunch it'd only get worse once they narrowed our route down. I wonder if we should split off? Kicking aside a partially twitching man I placed both hands on each hip pondering openly as Eve lead the way further into a subway tunnel. I thought back to where my motorcycle was parked and the answer got clearer.

No! I heard that singular word strongly imply defiance as I responded verbally resigned, "If neither of us can't get a means to escape then they'll eventually box us in, Eve." It was only common sense to me to honestly siphon off their numbers, if they had a good chance to gun me down or pin us down then it'd be a war zone. Somehow in the vast imagination to which granted considerable insanity doubted I'd be able to dodge bullets, "We branch off here while keeping contact mentally. Hell, least I'd say one of us has a better chance to get a car, or get back to my bike up top and link up with the other eventually I guess."

The humanoid in front of me stopped sharply and swiftly snapped her face back to me snarling quite visibly. Her dreadlocks partially obscured a face as reptilian slit eyes narrowed absolutely furiously in response to my thoughts. I am not losing you, or going to risk you being captured by these humans, Alex! They are trying to kill you, and I as well! Her voice sounded completely livid yet I managed to responded rather lamely by pointing out, "And it'll be impossible to get us the hell out of dodge without some-kind of vehicle in the long run, Eve."

Moving almost amused I willingly placed my hand on her right facial cheek ignoring exposed sharpened teeth. It hardly seemed too surprising to see her tensing up in response, "I'm not running away from you, or whatever that we're supposed to be, Eve." Gesturing playfully by tapping her temple good naturally she knew I wasn't lying yet it still angered her because it made sense for us to increase our chances. You know I'm right, if one of us gets above ground then the other just has to meet up with said person and speed off. Like it, or not we've got to make some hard choices Eve and I'm not going to pretend to know what will happen.

Those eyes narrowed briefly as I smiled tenderly not trying to hide how much it scared me internally. It's too risky, Alex. She wasn't wrong either in that regard as I nodded absolutely in agreement, "Yeah, I'm aware of it too. But this is what it comes down for both of us to survive." Slipping the hand to have it rest against her cheek conveying even without thoughts, a sign I knew we'd have to do what was necessary and like it, or not! Eve had the best chance to get out of these tunnels due to her lack of humanity ironically enough.

Eve leaned into my limb hissing softly which I told her simply, "I know you have a knack for tracking me down. So let's use it to our advantage, right?" Her reptilian slit of an orb honed in to stare me down as I felt an undeniable shiver going down my back again. Two greenish black scale like hands grasped my own to crush it either possessively, or rather anxiously to where fingers entwined as I didn't pull away. Yet despite this sense of physical intimacy I spoke quietly, "You and I know they're out to kill you more by default, so I could buy myself time pretending to think I'm unaware of what I am and worse case I can just bank on a fact they want me alive as you know why."

We both knew there wasn't a magical miracle waiting for us when rifles and shotguns appeared out of shadows. It's wrong, I don't want to leave you. Her words were painful in themselves as she stepped forward crushing herself against me. I ignored slithering sensations crawling just underneath flesh as I resisted urges to angrily snarl. You're not leaving me, Eve! You're inside my head, my thoughts and I don't think I'll be getting away from you anytime ever. You're too clever to not keep that edge over anyone whose trying to get us.

Smiling widely I reached into my pocket pulling out a singular set of keys to casually slide them into her tense palm. Her eyes narrowed in response as I smiled bemused, "Now you got my word! If you want to find a way back to drive my motorcycle, I won't stop you. Never hurts to have options if you can't get a normal ride, right?" Awkwardly laughing I knew this was also destroying what little chance I had yet it seemed fitting. I understood what needed to be done, if either of us wanted to get out and have a chance to reunite when things aligned.

No, I won't leave! Her reptilian like hand practically crushed both hand and keys together yet I hardly flinched. It seemed my tolerance for pain gradually improved as I told her firmly, "You're the only one between us both who can take bullets and let's face it." I gestured to myself rather lamely trying to overcome what made us all human, "You'll be able to kill anyone who gets in your way! God knows when I'll take that step when I'm forced too, but if I can help it I'll avoid it and that's why you will get us out of here."

Her expression lividly tried to say otherwise as seconds began ticking away further increasing this anxious act. Eve I'm only giving us the best shot, so don't pretend I'm not scared or think I'm going to turn you over. You and I both damn well, if either of us are caught? I laughed harshly not even humoring what awaiting myself, or her once the government had an opportunity to cage us. I'd never see daylight again, I've never be free and neither would she until we'd be able to do something on our terms once we escaped.

Boldly stepping forward I embraced her despite having an appearance from a literal nightmare. Her entire frame stiffened briefly before a snarling rasp of frustration finally caved in a stubbornness that I'd come to expect. I don't like this Alex, I really don't! She whined naturally fearful as I agreed yet again, "And you think I don't? But odds are odds to up our chances and they'll have to cover more ground to get either of us."

Eve curled herself to have her face flush against my chest gripping around me so tight it'd have broken ribs. It seemed too cliché resorting to splitting up? God I wanted to slam my skull into the wall, I seriously considered it and I'd hope it'd have broken apart just to think of another way. But what choice did we have? If these people who were hunting us down narrowed down our path to the nearest exit? It would be game over.

You'll be inside my head, Eve. I carefully brought her face upwards to stare right into the eyes of a supposed monster. Eyes which narrowed out of reflex when I brushed several dreadlocks to fully look at a face so similar and different from my own. No matter what happens I will promise to fight, I'll fight my way back to you and you to me. Right now we need to split up to get a ride out of here, or else we'll just get boxed right into people so armed we'd probably lose limbs. Guns are just a small thing they use, so what happens if they get something larger?

We risked our future by thinking we had a chance in the present to run. But if we didn't have any sort of wheels, or contingency we'd just fight to our deaths. I didn't want that to happen to her, or me because I wanted to live far beyond what some people in suits thought otherwise. The fact that needed to become real was that one of us had to get out, or we'd both possibly get boxed in to a point where I feared the people who wanted us would inevitably do something extremely desperate. Eve's eyes narrowed painfully given she rasped out an enraged hiss as my imagination started to give her the clear picture I'd envisioned.

"Do you see what I'm thinking?" I asked softly gripping her tightly trying to starve off a wavering disgust that I'd be giving up something I'd been searching for my entire life. They'll eventually block us somewhere where they could set up explosives for all I know, to bury us alive or maybe they'll just do something even worse. We have to split up to survive so at least one of us can save the other, if things really do get that bad Eve. I'm trying to save us both, so we can have a future where things might...change.

One last feeble question weakly resonated inside my skull so much I earnestly almost wanted to shed a tear. What if you're wrong? I only needed to ask a question to slightly seal our decision, "What would you do if you were them?" Eve let off a grounded hiss of anger, frustration and absolute desire knowing she'd have to part ways out of my arms. Her facial structure seemingly came close to shifting due to a battle inside being waged as I stood eye to eye with it all.

I knew one of us would have to find the other again. I promise I won't make it easy for any of them, if they find me. Brushing aside several dreadlocks out of her face I boldly leaned down to kiss her forgoing caution, or hesitation became it meant something. I'm no longer human, Eve. It must have shocked her so much because I felt no sort of pleasure as both reptilian eyes were wide once I pulled back. If I had to become the monster I'd feared for so long, I'd at least know I wasn't going to be a monster who was alone and that would mean having a purpose.

I love you, Alex. A hand supposed of an inhumane creature grasped my own tightly as one single sentence echoed deeply within. Those words were far more powerful then I'd ever imagine. I once believed that such a thing was hollowed, twisted and no longer meaningful yet I felt how much they were to her. It was strange knowing I felt my stomach churn because someone genuinely said that so strongly, I'd say it'd grant me motivation. Eve loved me despite not understanding how people viewed it but I accepted it.

Stepping away my face allowed a gentle smile to appear as I leaned down to grab an object covered in crimson. Lightly shouldering some kind of shotgun while pulling out a flashlight to stuff into a pocket I prepared myself mentally and physically to shed anything remotely humane away. There wasn't any time to regret, to think or believe I had a chance as a person to go against monsters who'd stop at nothing to kill me. Absently straightening my hat out I took one lungful of air to move past her focusing on an exit that lead towards another junction of tunnels. There was no going back as I accepted my choice.

I'll see you soon, Eve. I smiled when I felt air whip past my exposed arm as her darkened form melded into the distance due to sprinting. She wasn't going to waste time either as I snarled lividly while kicking open a doorway to have it slam aside nearly shattering the handle. Checking the shotgun I knew it wasn't switched to safe, I knew it'd been loaded and not a single shell had been fired either. Nothing left to do until I lightly began running forward breathing in systematically steady once all of the adrenaline started to surge forth beneath inflamed flesh as I veered a corner leading towards another doorway.

These damned people who were hunting me down for simply wanting to live would learn a god damned lesson. You never caged a man who had nothing to lose because a man often turned into what many feared. Monsters were created by man, who were created by God himself and the devil was God's most terrible monster. Slithering motions appeared once I smiled feeling flesh shift underneath my face in a fleeting moment of heat and tingling sensations. Men feared the greatest of all monsters whether we knew it, or not as they feared the devil who I'd become if necessary. No man on this earth could wish to tell me I didn't deserve my right to live free, or die hard.

Pulling into an extremely crowded parking lot revealed to the small team of agents just how much of a response had been formed. Press, Laura and Dennis all stepped out witnessing helicopters overheard seemingly providing extra eyes. Huge vans labeled with special weapons teams and tactics in bold yellow letters were parked side by side. Dozens of fully armed men kitted to win a war started moving in small yet lethal teams down an entrance to the metro, a scene followed by police officers wearing bullet proof vests and lesser equipment to aid in their searches.

The most familiar of this environment just pulled off glasses while taking a huge drag on the cigarette burning modestly. Several blacked out vehicle with windows tinted marked an area where a tent concealed the true reasoning behind such mobilized assets. Nodding over towards the scientist who lightly pulled Gamble aside, "Sooner we find the she bitch and that punk, I'll relax." He told them while pocketing his glasses to roll his neck around tiredly, it'd been a hell of a few hours since being told off after playing nice.

Press quite literally heard loud and clear what the blond creature said in an ever confident tone. He gruffly repeated it within Laura's view as her face tightened, "She bitch says she'll hurt me, huh? You teach her that?" A rather sardonic joke which didn't alleviate an already dangerous situation risking escalation due to how tenacious the orders were given. The woman wouldn't be surprised if the governor would call a state of emergency just to lock down all highways leading in, or out to capture the two they were pursuing. Press had been very clear when talking to the colonel who'd been overlooking them since being tasked to get the job done.

"I don't know anymore, Press. It's like she's an entirely different...person." Her partner literally rolled his eyes at one word just to snark out, "Animal you mean? Because I think person implies she's human, so I'd say not!" It wasn't like he didn't lay out the cards for those two to grasp, if they wanted to run then he'd hunt them down. They weren't regular people considering that he grudgingly gave the punk effort in a bid to try to stand his ground yet it was all for nothing. They rolled their dice, so he'd do the same as well.

Dennis stood next to the woman giving him a sharp glare, "You didn't exactly win best friend of the year by making Alex a terrorist." Lennox retorted rather blandly finding the man's uncomfortable expression old news, "And you'd do any better? I know punks who've got something to prove, they'll do it and they'll damn themselves even when the smart choice is to call it quits. Your kid isn't coming in quietly after what's going down, so he chose the consequences." There had been tension between both men for various reasons yet it stemmed due to what was said during their attempt to convince humanity's literally extinction to turn himself in.

Everything they had prepared for to happen had fallen apart because they simply didn't understand why. They couldn't even track down Ross for Christ's sake yet alone know where he'd been hiding out. And in their frustration all focus, effort and means were going to be used to at least get someone under control. Alex and Eve were simply their obvious targets, or in the former's case a prioritized danger above all else. They needed something to happen right for once, so they'd do whatever was needed and necessary to reestablish a sense of progress. If they floundered here then there would be even more drastic measures to assume otherwise.

"It's not right! Alex's just a kid!" The astronaut bit out tensely making Press clap both hands mockingly proud, "Almost an adult is almost an adult, Gamble. Plus from what you've told me he's supposed to be mature yet all I've seen is a punk whose got some issues." Even Laura spoke up considering those issues weren't exactly normal, or not expected of anyone capable to handle such trauma without coming out unscathed. She stepped in between both of them signaling an unspoken plea to calm down which they did so.

"Transitioning from human to an entirely different organism isn't exactly an issue that's normal, Press." She wasn't wrong at all once a man raised his hand pleading to the fifth, "Just saying how it is! I don't want to imagine to put myself in that kid's shoes Laura! So forgive me for being a little pissed knowing we have to get the big guns out." All of this attention would cause heads to roll for those making calls, or authorizing usage of conventional resources. If anyone's head had to roll it'd be either the kids, that she-bitch or Ross inevitably now.

Turning to face both people who he'd gotten to know saying very clearly, "Listen! I get things have gone to hell, I know the feeling and I've seen it!" Older memories involving the original monster who'd killed friends of his stood out prominently. More so seeing what kind of hell it'd done when potentially three were running around became hell on earth, "And I'm the last god damned person here to say hard choices got to be made. Hell I'm doing a job, so it ain't personal yet."

The man also let out a small chuckle clearly finding something funny as he mentioned, "Oh! Right, I'm also going to get hurt from the she-bitch, so I'm thrilled about that!" He hadn't dismissed that simple promise given Eve's developing sense of priorities and how violent they'd been accomplished. In the short way of being cautious Press started to wonder whether his luck in dealing with monsters became too clear cut. Things were already beyond insane at this point, so if one thing wasn't right then he'd imagine everything else was going to hell.

Throwing a cigarette aside to finally enjoy some of nicotine's wonders did the man continue their next course of action. He walked towards the tent's entrance waving over both of his associates, "Let's find out where they're heading, okay?" Not bothering to wait he moved inside as they followed in to see an interior loaded to its fullest. Tables were utterly filled with papers, or notations on metro lines across the city itself as wiring linked to radios with various operators talking, or relaying information to numerous patrols could be heard.

Press only had to pull out a federal identification card to one local officer who wasted no time explaining what they knew. There was one map covering an entire table marked in either red crosses, or green circles with arrows pointing in a specific direction. Laura only needed to see small numerical details to know body counts were being established. My god they've already started, I can't believe two individuals can do so much damage. Why do I think I was wrong to think you, or Eve can be reasoned with after all?

Looking up to hear the officer grimly acknowledged something her partner questioned, "Yes, sir! Details are sketchy but we think they're...separated." He pointed to several frequent red crosses indicating an increase in one direction of fatalities being assumed, or reported due to a lack of radio chatter to relay systematic updates. They were trying to pin down what exact route any of their targets would take ideally, "These terrorists you're after have covered a lot of ground despite being sighted an hour, or two ago! I've lost contact with almost two, or three dozen fully armed men all over underground in the last thirty minutes alone, God man and I don't even know what the hell is happening to them!"

Press raised both eyebrows repeating that exact body count, "Three dozen men in thirty minutes?" The officer nodded looking ideally furious, "People I've known for years! I don't know why the hell you Fed's want these two, so I will say this is that you didn't tell us we'd be up against people who can butcher people like fucking..." Whatever he'd have said was interrupted when everyone looked over due to a series of screams being called over the radio. Men who in vain unleashed their dying screams as inhumane shrieking of some kind forced one radio operator to throw his headphones off due to the sheer volume alone.

That sounded just like Sil when we encountered her in that form! Laura closed both eyes shuddering as the latest round of screams were abruptly silenced. Just hearing men screaming in absolute horror and terror through gunfire alone indicated weaponry weren't capable in saving themselves. But to hear these people dying was just like the first incident with Sil years ago. They were utterly powerless to stop an honest god monster from doing whatever it wished.

"Like some kind of monsters?" Press provided a single word to describe what they'd been hearing for a good twenty, or so minutes to the room. Inhaling harshly he mercilessly lit up a cigarette while he told the man straight forwardly, "Yeah! We're going to need a lot more creative firepower because bullets are not obviously working, or am I wrong?." They only had to recall Eve's fleeing form being shredded from an entire platoon's worth of soldiers! She'd just gotten up like it was nothing and it appeared she'd adapted to ignore the pain altogether.

"Yet we need to locate and isolate them." The officer only gestured for him to come over towards a table where maps indicating confirmed sightings, "Whoever these people you're after it doesn't make sense. I've got squads missing between here and quarter of a mile of tunnels, I can't believe two people can cover this much ground!" He pointed to several crossed out positions as various markers indicating check-in points had been marked thoroughly. Press peered idly blowing out smoke noticing exactly what was troubling.

Waving over Laura staring hard at the map he asked, "You lost contact with these two groups exactly at the same time?" He motioned for her to notice as he gestured to the man grimly nodding, "Yes! But their almost in complete opposite directions while more in between them radioed in requesting backup and then got cut out!" Time stamps were written in to correlate an in-depth pattern of minutes between sometimes two, or three groups of armed men being wiped out. The sheer number couldn't even be believed yet alone plausible to them.

"I cannot believe that two individuals are doing all of this! It's not even possible to do all of this so quickly!" Press and Laura remained quiet intent on studying that claim's legitimacy. Peering down at the map that charted all known contact locations yet there was a plausible cause for it all. Looking up to her long time friend and partner as both reached one logical conclusion, "They've split up!"

Normally sticking together would be ideal yet Press had a hunch otherwise to understand these weren't regular humans. Grudgingly he admitted mainly to himself, "That punk's got a decent head on him. She-bitch number two wouldn't stray too far from her man, so I'm willing to bet my bottom dollar he's calling the shots." It'd make their job that much more difficult when dealing with potentially two separate areas to contain and somehow manage to bring down a pair of creatures which were far beyond human imagination.

Still Lennox noticed something extremely odd about the intervals of these groups falling under attack. They were almost several minutes apart in terms of distance but to be that fast? To effortlessly cut down so many armed special tactics and weapon police forces? His gut churned coldly knowing both the punk and she-bitch were learning at a fast rate, if they'd tackled the problem of overcoming bullets and what not. Between both of them he knew first hand Eve's physical form had already said to hell with lead bullets as her escape proved that much!

"You packing hollow points?" He asked intently to the officer who shook his head negatively, "Not yet since we need authorized permission to have them on our load outs." Smiling sardonically Press only replied ever so clearly, "Consider yourselves authorized! If you guys see anyone of these two then fire away, if there's a young guy then I hope it works on him and soon enough it'll keep them pinned down. Sooner we map out where they're at we'll be able to lock them down with all the fire power we got in store."

Laura looked ill knowing what those kinds of bullets did to someone's internal organs. But again Press only shrugged, "The punk chose this route woman. Don't know if he shares your monster's ability to shrug off lead poisoning." Still if in the worse case that did happen then hollow points would slow them both down and it'd that much quicker to find an alternative. They were racing against time on both these two and Ross's inevitable offspring, if they still had time to root them out to eradicate the hideaway.

Suddenly a squealing peel of static and screams from multiple radios flooded an entire tent. Press, Laura and Dennis all covered their eyes out of sheer reflex finding it beyond intolerable for any human ear to cope with. Scattered garbled words were made out, "What in the fuck! Oh my god!" Inhumane screeching dominated what little time whoever pressed their radio to cry out for help. Gunfire audible in the background of a man's dying cry was followed by another transmission, "On the fucking walls! Get us out of here!"

Another marked encounter only furthered added to the sheer disbelief as attacks kept frequently men frightened. Press exhaled sharply finding it only brought back old memories, "Christ! We need to find a way to bring these fucks down to earth." He harshly took a drag on his cigarette demanding to the scientist for theories, "Woman! You've got five minutes to tell me there's something in our arsenal we can use to put she-bitch and the punk onto their knees, if bullet's aren't working we need something very creative right now."

That wasn't even remotely possible to consider since most of the equipment capable of incapacitating Eve was strictly experimental. Ideally highly concentrated levels of nerve gas would manage to at least make movement, or conscious motor control highly sporadic. Wait, if I understand don't most officers carry newly delivered stun weapons? I can't remember exactly when they were being implemented but multiple shots from highly electrified tasers would at least make them partially susceptible to being detained.

Still unsure she asked the lead officer who was looking extremely anxious, "Does your department have access to stun guns, or tasers yet?" The man snorted finding that question pretty damned asinine, "No lady, we don't! They're in storage downtown in our precinct's testing fields because our local politicians are still unsure if they're reliable." It was still better off then having no local access as she hummed loudly before taking a moment of composure.

In theory it sounded plausible to detain both Eve and Alex without permanent damage to anyone. She only needed to find out how high of a voltage they were capable in delivering, "What's the voltage on both a taser and stun gun? Does your department at least have records and tests to give us an idea what it does to a person?" Those questions seemed ideally out of place given hollow point rounds were suggested yet she knew they'd be a detriment at best to Eve at least. It was all she'd be able to consider at the moment.

"About fifty thousand volts, I think?" The officer stated unsure as Laura pointed to Press with an unusual smile, "Do your math! Just ten officers in a group and all simultaneously firing at either Eve, or Alex constantly while getting close to bind them? If you can't kill their physiology then overwhelm their nervous systems that are genuinely human, right?" It took several moments before the man got a hint and had to laugh harshly finding it appealing.

Press only had to joke once to agree on the woman's idea, "Shock therapy from hell!" It wasn't much yet to make them thoroughly unable to move due to have almost a million volts of electricity frying their brains? He knew Laura surely could be one kind of cruel person yet this was beyond something he'd hate to encounter in a dark alley. God help him because he actually wanted to give her a drink, food and date once upon a time.

"Alright! I like this idea because there's nothing else that we can get on short notice!" Press exclaimed energetically just before turning to the officer who looked out of place, "Son! I need your precinct's number and your chief's! I got some phone calls to Uncle Sam who are going to get you what it takes to bring these two monsters in." A single phone was pulled out while dialing the number to one man who'd be able to make all this happen because they both mutually hated Laura's creation that just refused to die.

Yet again another series of screams and cries for help exploded from some other group underneath their feet. Gunfire clearly took a bulk of what was heard over frantic words, "Contact!" Ear cringing shrieking almost made one man wearing headphones yelp in pain from the sheer pitch alone. Press and Laura found themselves having cold shivers running up their spinal cords, "What the fuck are these things? They're not dying!"

Brief gunshots seemingly struck something organic as a coughing gurgle fluttered over the tent's interior. Whoever attempted to radioed in for help only broadcast their last agonized breathes of air and a liquid like rasping ended it all. Occasionally a lone pistol shot, or something of that extent met another squelching peel of static before everything went silent. Once again the officer who'd kept his head down merely crossed another line off. He spoke very thinly towards Press specifically, "God damn me now! Because you better fucking tell me what the hell my men and I are dealing with right now, agent."

There wasn't any hesitation as an answer was but delivered factually. Press simply took a drag on the cigarette to grin grimly, "Monsters." He exhaled considerably familiar since those sounds were exactly matching the first escaped creature perfectly, "These monsters are stuff of our nightmares. You and I will never sleep normally again and believe me, I can tell you it won't ever go away. Especially when I tell that I know what the hell we're all about to step into, so make your peace with God now because it won't be pretty."

His hand began dialing a direct number to someone who'd give the resources to exterminate said monsters. But in the meantime he'd be able to do some good before they met hell, "I'd advise you to get your men who are alive out of those tunnels. Secure all known choke points leading to any stations, or means of escape and get yourselves loaded up." There was also another piece of good news as one man wouldn't allow another man's friends to die alone, "Plus I'll send my teams in with yours and we're going to do what we do best, pal."

Staring absolutely confident to say without pause Press smirked, "We're going to find these things and kill them." There was an agreement in the form of one nodding man who understood. Although cooperation was simply that mutual to safe guard public interests, or private agendas it still came down to putting down an enemy. An enemy which would have been offered an alternative yet with the amount of bodies it became clear no amount of chance was to be taken, if they wanted to fight to the death then so be it.

However Dennis held himself together if only to look over towards Laura. He only asked the woman who looked tired, "Is that really, Alex?" Hearing those men screaming over a radio certainly put things into perspective given they'd just heard from the person who'd said to hell with them. Was he really slaughtering people ever so suddenly? He could hear the kid all but pleading for help yet how in god's name could he have said anything better?

"It might be him, or Eve." The blond researcher said without mincing probability being them both, "But fact is whoever it is? They're killing people now, I'd say we were fortunate no one got caught in the cross fire but like Press said...Alex chose to run, Dennis." She reached over to gently place a hand on the astronauts shoulder as a sign of support. The man honestly tried to resolve things peacefully but having false hope didn't ease their reality. Alex and Eve chose to run, they chose to fight them which would inevitably draw in ignorant people risking their lives.

"How do you tell a kid everything is going to be alright when he's changing into...into that thing." He scowled bitterly knowing it was flat out impossible to say anything. By Christ how could he even think he'd be able to save Alex a life of misery? Especially when seeing Patrick blow his own head off, to stand up after seeing it regrow itself and turning his best friend into whatever kind of monster now! It was even worse for the young teenager who had no one to turn too, no one to ask for help and as such was becoming something less than human.

Laura remained quiet for a few moments debating whether an honest trust, or a white lie could make things easier. I'm not even remotely justified to say whatever Sil did was expected. The strain of their species wasn't ever conceivable to infect human hosts who weren't created with it. It seemed their past failures continued to haunt them as she shivered remembering how everything changed. Once Sil had lost her own memory, past or experiences with a lonely boy it'd surmounted to create the world's most dangerous monster.

"We can only do what we can for people who aren't involved with Alex, Eve or Patrick." She explained as understandably as possible to honestly justify what was happening. It became bitterly hypocritical of herself to say they were going to try to save more lives when years ago she'd gone against that humane notion. Eve's half human which is still inside of her, she knows what it's like to be caged and Alex isn't entire far gone to know he'd acted in his own best interest. But what choice do they have when our world is hanging in the balance?

Dennis eased himself by simply covering his face to mumble out, "This is all fucked up!" His eyes were tightly clenched as though everything were just a nightmare, "We're using bullets against a kid whose life was already fucked! Any person would've tried to at least do something right because his only family was my best friend whose a monster butchering women to breed other god damned monsters." He wasn't wrong on any account given how Laura eased a hand to firmly squeeze his shoulder in a supportive manner.

Yet she countered softly making him sigh in exhaustion, "Don't forget if Alex ever has an urge, or willingly breeds with Eve?" The man looked up at her as a smile thinly masked an almost terrified scientist within, "Then there's nothing we can do to ever kill them. Nothing short of nuclear annihilation because genetically speaking Alex's condition will simply be too perfect, too adaptive and far too resistant to human disease we'd weaponize. Trust me when I say I know what his condition is as a scientific marvel and horror."

The man hissed out angrily looking at her face to face, "It doesn't matter Laura!" He pointed lividly outside where masses of armed officers and potential soldiers loaded up, "Alex is not your monster!" A fact which sent even Press an astonished look. He hissed vividly coming close physically to almost tower over her smaller frame, "Your monsters made him what he is now! He was born human, born a person and is a person whose in way over his head." The man's expression hardened similar close to spiteful despite reigning in a temper which almost broke.

He poked the woman right on her chest driving a point literally and figuratively, "That kid had a future ahead of him, Laura. It was going to be a damned good future that Anne, Patrick and I were all god damned willing to provide because he wasn't that far gone. Alex was never one of your monsters that were made!" It hurt so god damned much knowing he'd failed to look after the young man because of what his past had set him up too be. People would never look at him as a human again once word got out.

"Blaming her for your kid's choice to fight back?" Press retorted a bit sardonically despite seeing the origin of their problem, "A bit hypocritical much, Gamble? Neither of us forced..." That turned out to be the wrong word to be said as Dennis bellowed, "Forced! We've practically put a fucking gun to his head and had him by the throat by forcing him to choose. News flash even I would kick your ass for doing something like that!"

The far more experienced man who'd seen friends and others die to said monsters snorted in sheer bemusement, "No kidding, right?" Exhaling out smoke he came to stand eye to eye with another man who looked ready for a fight, "Whether you, or I have a bitch fit about morals and what's right Gamble? Truth is we're fucked regardless even in the best outcome when it comes to your kid, if he even flinches or thinks about sticking himself into anything without a dick? Earth is as good as fucked over."

There was almost uncanny resemblance to a man who was once an exemplary soldier and agent who dedicated themselves to the common good. No amount of sympathy could hide the cold, dark and unyielding truth. He only pointed behind to where the tent's flaps lay partially open, "This is what's going to happen and you better get your head straight, Gamble. If you even want to be around despite us going to war with that punk, then you should the fuck up and let me do my job, or else I'll have you locked up until all this is over just because the world depends on us."

Tension came battering down as two men stood close and ready as fists tightened on either male intent on settling differences. Dennis just tightly whispered out, "You'd throw down right here and right now? This is what people in charge do to a kid whose got nowhere to run, to hide and even knows what's wrong with him?" Press didn't reply except for taking a deep drag on the cigarette fully prepared to knock him out, or truly have a brawl inside a tent. Words were only as effective as those willing to accept their meaning.

Yet before either of them could react Laura sharply yelled angrily, "Stop!" She forcefully pushed both men aside, or at least attempted to wedge them apart, "Both of you!" Her expression morphed between actual guilt in knowing in all factual understanding she'd given birth and creation to monsters. Eve and Sil were her responsibility and that mistake from years ago to blindly advance progression of the Species interaction among humanity paid itself in the blood of a little boy who never understood a real monster watched them from afar. She remembered simply marveling at how an organism not from their solar system lived naturally.

"We can't change what's already happened and nothing is going to change what got us here." She bit out tightly keeping both men who gradually backed away, "I can only accept responsibility for not seeing what Eve wanted most. Sil was no different both before when I saw it and after she broke out, I'm only human and so is Alex...certainly." There was an appeasement to them yet it wasn't comfort save for admitting old history that have to be settled. Laura would not willingly allow potentially billions to die from her decisions.

Yet again a cold truth emerged, "But Alex is our most dangerous scenario, Dennis. It does matter he wasn't willingly turning to run but Press is right, he chose it despite us trying to reach out and we all know nothing is clear anymore." Firmly grasping Gamble by his shoulder she all but whispered tiredly, "I can't predict what's going to happen to him, Dennis. I can't predict, or even begin to know what will happen if he and Eve mate to produce offspring that'll probably destroy anyone who are innocent in all of this!"

Dennis shook yet both hands fell tiredly to his sides as adrenaline faded away. He only needed to look away disgusted stating, "It's all fucking wrong." Another mutual nod of understanding as Laura bitterly reminded him, "Look at who you're talking too! I'm practically Frankenstein whose unleashed his creation's on people! God help me because I can't let it happen, so if Alex is just another causality of our decisions I'll say we'll do whatever it takes so it can be limited only just to him! Because if we can't?"

Press simply took another drag before finishing out with a clear painful smile, "Then more and more get involved and you'll never sleep right again." Their distant venture to recapture and kill Sil was too much for them to bare. Too many innocents were killed, too many friends risked and died as well seeing the full extent of what monsters did. If one life had to be ruined, to be destroyed and controlled over millions who had nothing to do with them all? Then that one life was going to be used to save so much more whether he liked it, or not.

I sprinted furiously while looking over my shoulder as distant sounds of boots weren't too far behind. I kept the distance relatively safe yet I sharply kept searching for another doorway to exploit and try to gain some more leverage. Real smart idea, if we split up and take out chances! How much more cliché do I have to think it over, right? Sarcastic thoughts kept on betraying my will to endure another sprinting marathon with loaded weaponry.

Exhaling loudly I noticed arrows pointing towards what hopefully would be either another train station, or maintenance hallway. Although I had a nagging paranoia a train was probably coming to crush me and end my miserable life decisions! Doubtful man, I mean would you risk someone who you're gunning for die by train? No, they'll come after us or me because we're too god damned dangerous for regular people! Shuffling over towards a walls edge I kept up my lengthy strides and gained more distance to feel slightly better.

Ironically I wasn't even winded save for another urge to push myself faster if I believed it. Slowing down I took a moment to survey any other signs of hopeful detours. Soon enough underneath a flickering light I saw what I needed to see in red and yellow lettering, "Authorized personnel only." Lightly jogging forward past said sign I kept myself set despite having an urge to swallow nervously again. It felt strange not having someone next to me as that sense of looming silence proclaimed isolation's coldness.

You're not alone, Alex. I heard Eve distantly speak as it remotely felt familiar yet I smirked, "No, I'm not." Slowing down for a moment I kept eyeing the silence behind intent on hearing any signs of potential pursuers. Nothing stirred once I turned another bend of tunnel idly keeping myself off to the furthermost side. No need to advertise in getting shot in the back, or legs given how I wasn't chancing lead positioning today.

In a bid to quell the silence I figured to try to talk figuratively to Eve who responded eagerly. How are you doing on your end, Eve? Her voice sounded happier despite being apart as I absently adjusted the weapon in my hands. I've encountered several groups of humans since we've gone our separate ways. Personally I've got that feeling they don't think they like me too much. I was quick because I know you'd approve!

Blandly speaking to possibly nothing except my seemingly obvious insanity, "Bad time to think you're a funny person, Eve." It wasn't entire cynical to think men being torn apart was amusement yet she wasn't entirely wrong. I preferred it instead of outright torture, or anything less humane if severed limbs were the alternative. Keep doing what you're doing and I'll do the same, so if everything goes right we'll be seeing each other soon.

Her tone sounded warmly anxious and thrilled that being together was our goal ultimately. That's not going to be a problem for either of us, Alex. Idly I smiled mainly out of sheer exasperation because her words from earlier on resonated strongly. I love you. Now I laughed openly finding it oddly perplexing because I verbally asked, "Do you even know what love is, Eve?" I chortled because everything seemed so god damned surreal yet again.

The answer to my intended question wasn't exactly lacking in coy expectation. Do you know? I smiled thinly not daring in conceding, or acknowledging that mine field laced trick. I'm pretty sure you, or I don't know what love really is. Don't play Sil, Eve! I humored her attempt to box me in again as quiet laughter echoed inside my skull. I gave her credit in trying to use words yet there was one fundamental flaw in saying something that powerful.

"We don't know what love actually is, or how to describe it." I said quietly allowing my smile to fade gradually while looking behind myself only greeted my eyes despite its familiar feel which seemed oppressive now. Doesn't mean I can't try to remain lonely in my life, I have to be crazy to know I actually want you around me, Eve. I don't think I can go back to that singular life where nothing matters really. You sure you didn't leave something inside my head?

Eve sounded far too amused to believe what I was suggesting to have merit in it. No, I don't have to nudge or influence your thoughts. Apart of me feared she'd possibly left an impression, or maybe it was what keeping me sane to question a lot of things. Nothing was clear cut, or rather I had next to zero fucking assumption to know what made me tick. You didn't say you couldn't do it Eve, so why aren't you trying?

Her next words simply rooted me in place out of sheer shock. Because you've already influenced mine, Alex. I swore I could see her coyly smiling and simply added all too happily. I like it! Rolling both eyes barely afforded me to smirk, "Sure you do! You're trying too hard again, Eve." It was a welcomed distraction to ease myself down into an ever calmer mindset.

Warmth gradually ran down my spinal cord when she replied far too kindly as though it were a game again. It doesn't mean I won't stop if you like it, Alex. It never ceased to amaze myself how surreal having an actual telepathic voice speak to you and finding it so normal. I must have been going insane because most should have cringed hearing someone speak so clearly yet be so far away when it shouldn't have been natural.

"Touche." I remarked shaking my head unable to kill off that small grin which refused to leave. It seemed far too surreal to speak through to someone with sheer thought, will and to get incredibly used too it? Perhaps I was shedding away what humanity I had left, I knew no regular or sane person would commit to becoming a public fugitive, to fight back and to actually realize what I was facing turned out to be almost adrenaline inducing. My god I thought I was running through a subway tunnel from armed police while fighting off what it meant to be a person!

I don't understand. I heard her say almost conflicted which surged inwardly as I knew she had a clear picture into my mind. "What don't you understand?" Quietly I spoke back moving quickly bypassing another series of lights trying to find another access doorway. Both legs hardly burned whenever I picked up the pace to run faster and faster to inhale slightly in sheer exhilaration. Adrenaline like sensations made everything seem almost a dream at times.

Eve's next words sounded troubled as though unable to figure out a puzzle which I almost immediately humored sardonically. You speak of that being, God as though it were something you can see, touch and believe to be human. I almost wheezed out laughing finding it so damned ridiculous because it was technically true. Faith and reason weren't exactly kind cousins for concepts to be convince people who believed it to be false. It was a topic I kept brief in favor to wonder if I'd ever have this conversation pop up ironically never again.

"Let's just say I have a love and hate relationship with the damned bastard, alright?" I bolted down another straightaway of tunnel pushing myself to literally have air whip past both ears. Distantly I thought I heard gunfire again which proved to be popping up more frequently for some reason. Frowning solidly I stopped when I witnessed a maintenance doorway just around a corner, I swore I heard people ahead and I came to a stop feeling paranoid. Breathing in lightly I waited staring past into darkness to see distant lights flickering.

Yeah, I got company on the way or else I'm going to be eating lead. Muted thuds belonging to boots of some kind were definitely echoing ahead. Looking to the doorway I saw a handle to shove it forward as I'd gotten a tad bit lucky to know it wasn't locked. Slid stepping past an entrance I quietly shut the door before I wedged whatever I had large enough to buy time. Just in case if anyone gets curious, I'll buy myself a few more minutes of running distance.

Slightly checking the extended stock on a shotgun proved to be kinder since it wasn't budging an inch. Unless someone wanted to get in I'd be able to hear it, or anything along those lines. Exhaling sharply I started sprinting quickly intent on getting some distance. Further you get away the more ground they'll waste in searching, so get to it! Haul ass and see if your luck holds out, if anything I still have a pistol to get the next group hunkered down.

My heart raced feeling that adrenaline induced rush to quickly spot an exit sign hanging over a corridor. Reaching it I slammed it open and shut it quickly scanning vividly for anything to use as another barricade. What the hell? I froze in seeing a severed arm holding what seemed to be another rifle and I immediately reacted by utilizing it forgoing caution to secure more time. In mere seconds it was wedged tightly leaving me to back up only to pause again, I felt my boot step into a puddle of sorts and I looked down seeing large volumes of crimson.

Staring upwards sharply taking in I looked around seeing a flickering light illuminating an all too familiar sight. Bodies in various states of torn limbs, or frozen expressions of horror gave way to my memory far too quickly. In disbelief I couldn't believe it, "Did I just go in a fucking circle?" I wanted to deny it yet I held that anxiety in check. If anything I'd have come across another group of armed enemies at least because this happened not too long ago.

Sweat rapidly went down my head due to excessive heat from sprinting. Taking my hat off I cleared it away while tensing up since I withheld urges to seemingly shift into whatever wanted out. Looking around I spotted a pinkish light barely visible as I knelt down wiping off liquid to test out my latest find. The flashlight came bright to peel away darkness due to lights flickering, "Flash light works!" I had to give something to finding it another useful tool which would come in handy, "Good stuff!"

Glancing around I walked forward keenly taking in various expressions of dead men who were seemingly torn apart. No way I went in a circle, I think or else I have to be losing my mind. Only way to find out...Eve? It wasn't just they were dead, I'd bet Eve wasn't too kind to leave one or two twitching alive but this was on a whole another level. I hadn't even been this brutal because I saw a severed head gaping in sheer horror and disbelief staring back at me through a bloodied visor covering vacant dark eyes.

It wasn't me Alex, I haven't been near you since we split up. Her tone resonated simply in my head not approving of said decision which verified my suspicions. So I wasn't going crazy to think I'd gone in a circle because neither of us weren't that brutal yet. Plus I'd remember if Eve, or I actually tore a man's head off! To which neither us had done, or really gone that far because getting distance to find a way out was technically our priority.

Inevitably I stopped dead in my tracks unable to get around what I was witnessing, "Okay..." I drew out testing whether if everything around wasn't just a bad sense of deja vu. I looked over briefly seeing mainly what was left of several officers in a semi circle, "...what am I missing over here?" Nothing made sense I realized frustrated in seeing various limbs torn literally out of sockets, or were practically in shambles everywhere!

Eve are you sure I didn't double back to where we started? Because I certainly didn't do this shit! I questioned intently hoping she'd forgotten because it wasn't entirely impossible for her to not care about people. That all but vanished when I heard her state pretty clearly and was slightly amused. You tell me Alex, I didn't want to separate! Are you sure you didn't do that to those men, I'd remember if I were you.

Resisting an urge to raise a finger I managed to keep my flat expression very not so amused. Not the time to be a smart ass, Eve. I stopped again looking body to body and back to where I came from trying to make sense of all this confusion. Slowly I tried piecing things together, "You didn't do it...neither did I, so what?" What in god's name was I missing here? Christ I knew for damned sure neither of us went this way because of how brutal these guys had been slaughtered.

Turning away briefly I tried peering through darkness to see nothing extremely out of place yet I felt a chill run up my spine. Frowning I looked back to several corpses intently on seeing smaller details as a light did it's intended job. Spent brass casings were littering an entire tunnel eerily floating in pools of crimson and that felt very strange. I didn't do it Alex, I told you that I'm away from where you are! I don't like it!

I gruffly started to accept we weren't responsible at least for this mess, "We're split apart. I know...I know." Taking another step forward I stepped over legs which were bent into unnatural angles as bones jutted on some through darkened torn pants, "...they're torn apart! It's not you, or I so..." I followed one hand which had been idly pointing upwards to which I followed. Yet once I did I felt a cold shock run up my entire back as something odd of all things stood out so much.

Red streaks of hand prints were scattered all above and around this entire section of tunnel! It was like these bastards were dragged upward, or something because hands and feet were clearly stained in bright red occasionally leaking due to gravity. Some appeared as though a man desperately tried to stop himself from being...pulled. I felt cold extremely so to look over a shoulder to see nothings save for flickering lights adjacent to where I stood. Liquid droplets broke silence yet I felt extremely uncomfortable instantly.

Eventually it all came to a crashing head when I blurted out, "What the fuck is going on here?" Rationally I voiced it out trying to understand as my hand dipped to bring out the loaded pistol. I armed it feeling slightly secure if anything was down here, I'd get a shot off and truth be told I didn't know what else to do. If it wasn't Eve, or I who killed these men then what in hell's name else could have done so? I had no idea at all!

Shining the light past numerous prints which lined walls I swore I felt something just behind me. Gnashing both teeth together I looked over another shoulder to see nothing except for darkness and a looming tunnel which seemingly was vacant. Son of a bitch, I can't shake what my guts telling me! What the fuck is going on here? I turned to see nothing except instinct kept alarms tingling as I veered around again to see literally nothing. An entire chest tensed as a heart thundered rapidly when a small breeze sent the hairs on my neck stood up.

Behind! I shouted internally to slowly turn around tilting the flashlight upwards to reveal someone standing literally an arm's length away! I stood paralyzed when a pleased smile belonging to a woman whose sheer beauty left me stunned. The hat concealed eyes yet this woman whose very appearance rivaled easily anyone I'd peg save for Eve, or Sil only tilted her head. But as soon as light reached her abdomen I saw them flash akin to glinting.

I whispered in sheer shock when it clicked as two reptilian slit orbs met my own, "Oh shit!" Next thing I knew something incredibly tight and beyond anything sent me flying backward. I yelped involuntarily trying desperately to unleash bullets which I managed one before a hand smacked it aside, I couldn't breathe and struggled desperately to pry off whatever the hell was around my damned neck. It didn't budged much to my horror as I cried out angrily.

ALEX! Eve's fading voice rang out in sheer rage and panic as I found a solid force against my back. Hard cold stone cracked against a skull that belonged to my own met it firmly. My vision blurred into a mix of white and black unable to focus, I felt fire and sheer tightened panic knowing oxygen was being deprived so strongly I rasped out weakly. Sheer rage gripped myself internally when I couldn't hear her voice, I felt alone and helpless that it was beyond infuriating!

Someone literally pressed themselves onto me as only darkened hair and a sweet aroma greeted my nose. It seemed far too familiar, far too similar and it brought me back to that damned hotel room! I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe and everything started to break apart as sanity fled when rage filled everyone thought I held. Get off me...get off! I snarled feeling a churning sensation dripped below my abdomen as blood started rushing, I'd say it was adrenaline but it was so damned pleasant I started to fall into a rhythm of bliss.

Get off me...GET OFF! I grasped violently squeezing at some sort of sleek coil closely related to a snake's very body. It refused to budge as seconds started ticking away causing my vision to dim, I felt undeniable panic and anger in being choked out by someone I'd not have a damned clue to guess was here somehow. My vision darkened when I looked upwards gnashing both sets of teeth so hard I felt it slice open a lip and blood started to leak outward. Without warning I swore I felt something just snap and a tug caused me to growl.

It must have been an eternity yet I managed to wheeze in air struggling to hold on by the very skin of my teeth! Tremors started to erupt due to an influx of this sweet aroma which caused a response of sheer undeniable aggression that I unleashed. Struggling mightily I thought I heard someone with a gurgling rasp ask me simply, "Why do...you, resist?" It sounded too damned devoid of anything humane and it brought back an expression from Eve's angered expression when I'd faced her down due to her desire of forceful conception.

My eyes snapped right onto an attacker whose own widened as I sneered lividly baring teeth. I felt heat surging upwards burning away flesh, blood and igniting an anger so damned instinctual that I enveloped every sensation to experience a willing change. Gradually strength started to return to my hands, muscle and I started to literally bend every coil to crush it. Flesh peeled inwards turning into what I'd longed to use and whatever was within me started to come out with vengeance in mind. I stopped struggling into crushing foreign coils which slackened out of sheer shock. Oh yeah you just fucked with the wrong monster, woman.

Numerous dreadlocks started sliding down my neck as a hat got knocked off within moments. Teeth inside my mouth lengthened with them baring openly. Ungodly waves of constant heat started to incinerate away what humane appearance I held as everything immediately brightened to give everything a clear picture. I grinned savagely loving this power, strength and I knew whatever this thing in front of me wished? I'm going to tear you a fucking new one. You don't fuck with a monster and one just as fucked up as I will be for you!

Lifting up a lip I let out one powerfully dedicated guttural growl which rumbled ominously inside an enclosed tunnel. My leg arched back to place a foot right into this creature's gut, "Get the fuck off...ME!" I roared outwards sending a body backwards that'd have killed any normal man, or woman in it's place. The figure rolled down slumping trying to shake itself as I stalked over to grab an ankle and I leered hungrily. Crushing it without mercy I saw it groan and my excitement surged to merely ask aloud sardonically.

"You like that, I got more!" Screeching enraged my arm effortlessly whipped back as I literally sent the creature face first smacking into a wall. Not even remotely satisfied save for only a slight weight I roared vividly before doing it again to have another massive tremor shake pieces of metal and granite loose above! Planting both feet I swung around having it smack from end of a wall to behind as I threw it face first into steel, wooden and rock.

The body rolled itself over as a low moan of pain echoed considerably out of it. Not enough! I thought savagely feeling beyond powerful to unleash exactly what wanted to get out. I obliged all too happily as I took a massive breath sinking into a light headed sensation to inflict undeniable voluntarily agony on what dared to choke me out. Sensations strongly of snakes running through arms, to twist and bend through muscle finally reached an apex to which I inhaled deeply. Claws from fingers extended in a titanic surge of euphoria alone!

I screeched out a bellowing roar of venting out all my anger, to readily challenge and absolutely kill whatever dared to attack me! The sheer volume stunned me even though I watched in cruel delight to see light bulbs shattering and the creature look up numbly. It's eyes were similar to my own as it changed into something eerily related to Eve, or Sil yet it slowly got up. Upright I allowed both arms to fall before I reached outward to drag claw like fingers against concrete, I'd say it should have been akin to chalk and nails yet I saw pieces of raw granite crumble while glinted tips refused to dull in favor for a target of choice.

This female creature looked closer to what I knew as a monster yet there was something off. I saw no strange intriguing details save for smoother skin tone and possibly less rigid structure of appendages. I had no doubt whatever this thing was it'd be strong but if I had to honestly think of anything to relate too. Eve and to a far more extend Sil both seemed stronger, I was only caught off guard as I remained rooted in place baring teeth. Although this thing had dreadlocks they were noticeably far more streamlined to be plainer in appearance compared to myself, or Eve's at best.

"I'm so going to rip your apart limb from fucking limb!" I heard myself speak a twisted promise as I sprinted forward shrieking gleefully. Swiping from the left I watched my target weave aside as though alarmed and I spun around kicking it in a gut. It jolted backwards when I pursed angrily slashing, uppercutting or outright jabbing to which she dodged frequently. There was no sense of myself feeling weak, or remotely doubt as I growled excitedly unable to resist pushing myself to satisfy what needed to be done!

Slanting onto an angle I started to circle the smaller creature taking care to savor every little reaction to what it pissed off. It was intelligent enough to back away clearly not eager, or remotely thrilled to know I'd be able to man handle if it we got close. Although that proved to be ironic since if it wanted to live, or at least had that chance it'd have to flee. Similar eyes followed every movement I made as I felt tingling sensations running up my wrists. Making one solid fist I unclasped it feeling tension, a spring of sorts and I knew inwardly without doubt someone would make the first move because every second passed gave me exhilaration.

Her foot passed over a corpse unintentionally as I lunged forward noticing flesh peeling back due to a coil of my own! It shot forward catching it off guard due to the sheer speed alone and I found myself hissing in sheer glee to see it latch onto a forearm. Yanking backward I met solid resistance yet it stumbled in shock when I unleashed an uppercut into an exposed gut. Flesh met flesh and it shrilled yelped unable to cope with what I empowered, it lifted upward due to momentum alone as I drove an elbow into its chin snapping bone forcefully.

But all rapidly bone snapped back to place when it flipped backwards in place! Fast! Oh shit! There wasn't any chance to dodge when I two feet slammed my chin upward, I growled angrily unbalanced when stumbling back. It struck again far too quickly spear tackling me into a wall and there was an audible groan from stone. Shaking myself clear I barely ducked when similar claws of a smaller yet equally sharpened digits scrapped near my ear. Powerfully I kicked outwards in sending her flying back but she'd been prepared catching itself to send coils upward to latch onto the tunnel's ceiling to land gracefully on two feet alert.

Unwillingly my own sleek tendril of flesh retracted underneath where it'd been preparing initially. I stalked forward growling loudly sending echos of it outwards as I leaped away when I slammed my fist into wall. A clawed hand got crushed when I reached backwards without looking to see straining to ram right into my face, "Gotcha." I intoned darkly pleased as eyes widened in alarm when I yanked forward to close line the smaller female right at my feet. Without preamble to slammed downward hell intent on caving in a skull.

Yet again she dodged jerking to the right only to wrap legs around my very arm holding her own! I shrilly hissed in utter shock due to her contortions which sent me face first onto the ground. Coughing lightly I found my neck being strangled as I got up rapidly slamming her back first over and over again to dislodge any belief of overpowering me. She stuck too tightly before I growled due to being fed up as muscles in legs tensed up once I front flipped shoulder first to have her head beneath me. It became clear what I intended to do as arms braced a face when fists tried to pummel it into pieces.

Throughout it all not one pained shriek erupted except her face tightened to grimace as I went to town without an issue. However I screamed enraged when something pierced my leg as another coil literally impaled itself without myself noticing. It grinned as I saw a hardened foot slam into my face again and I got sent rolling off rather a bit disorientated. Just barely I caught the second kick to bellow aloud before slamming her into a wall with enough force to send stone and steel tumbling off loosely. Using another hand I spun around not once, not twice but three times to finally sent her with an almighty crushing slam face first.

This time I heard muffled cries of pain and disbelief as I saw red trickling down granite for the reward promised. Viciously I sent clawed toes into ribs making her cry out curling into a ball as I loomed overhead leering for the instinctual kill. Again I slowly raised my foot ready to crush an ankle into splinters before she rolled away just like before yet I smirked, "Not this time, bitch!" She tried that back flip again and I lunged both hands outward to see two coils snare her by an arm! I heard an inhale of horror as I sent her flying back face first into a stone wall again.

Stalking forward a coil returned once my hand grabbed an entire fistful of dreadlocks yanking backwards violently. She cried out due to an attempt to rip them off. I got an elbow to the abdomen forcing me to let go as I coughed stumbling back to hunch over briefly. Gnashing teeth I sprinted full on tackling her starting to viciously slash and brutally tear anything in reach! I was beyond furious as I clawed away flesh to hear cries of pain echoing shrilly. Raising both fists I sent them bottom first onto a chest caving in bone and she gagged out blood trying in vain to stem forces which wanted to see what it wanted.

Those eyes narrowed spitefully before I screamed in utter pain when she kneed my groin! Fucking son of a bitch! Christ it hurts! I hunched over wheezing in air and I found myself head butted off! I fell over struggling to stand yet she came launching off a wall to send me backwards. I found myself on the defensive as fist after fist tried to enact payback. Oddly enough they weren't strong enough to knock my senses out but I definitely coped with a trade to slash out striking in grasping an exposed neck. I saw two eyes widen in sheer terror as I squeezed akin to a steel vice.

Beyond incensed I rose up slowly crushing bone, cartilage and any sense of reason to think I wouldn't be pissed off. Upright I stood fully lifting her a good foot off the tracks! Readily I braced for kicks which came in full force and I scoffed in shrugging them off by sheer crushing force. She gagged aloud seeing it barely doing anything and started flailing to pry off fingers which kept tightening and tightened closer to hear popping noises. Gleefully I could literally feel it trying to mend and realign desperately to heal itself. Prominent guttural growling to peek pack sharpened canines I stared this creature eye to eye daring it to try something better.

Breathing heavily I suddenly lifted her to violently choke slam her back first downward sending subtle tremors outwards. She cried out rasping in clear agony as eyes desperately tried searching for anything stop a gruesome end. I knelt pinning down an arm as legs were too far for another ball shot and I made sure vindictively it'd be a slow death. Tremors racked up her entire body trying in vain to pry off an inch, or something to fight to survive. I smiled cruelly leering downward to whisper rather condescendingly, "I'll return the favor when you were choking me out! I'll just be breaking your fucking neck."

The last thing I expected was her expression to morph into apocalyptic fury while shrilly hissing out, "You wish!" I barely had time to blink which would have proved to be ideal as a finger jabbed itself into an eye! I screamed scampering backwards bellowing in absolute fury, pain and sheer shock to shake this latest cheap shot off. I shook myself violently to have myself absently blink away blurred vision to sharply look back enraged.

I will fucking rip your god damned head off! I roared outwards shattering ear drums stomping forward menacingly baring sharpened teeth. The smaller female struggled to get up but back peddled backwards to send a tendril in a bid of desperation. I didn't even bother to dodge but instead leaned right into it and catching with teeth biting down rabidly happy. She shrilly cried out when I crunched through bone and flesh far too easily and I jerked to the side ripping it cleanly into chunks. Blood went down my throat all too soothing as I continued pursuing.

Every fiber of being told me one thing simultaneously to think it naturally. Kill her! Kill her! I heard myself chanting blindly as I came within an arms length stomping down too rapidly. An ankle snapped in earnest as a shrill agonizing screech echoed for my reward. KILL THIS FUCKING BITCH! I laughed full on finding this too sweet, too rich and far too damned easy to believe I'd do what should have terrified any man.

But I felt only sheer exoneration fill me wherever thought and reason should have been! I didn't care at all, I was a monster and I was damned well enjoying every second of it all. Nothing would stop me from enacting rightful butchery, brutal justice and sweet karma in rewarding me with something that took enough effort to break. It was so damned liberating that I felt nothing on this planet would stop me, I relished in it and basked to twist my boot causing another cacophony of musical remedy. Being a monster wasn't so bad I rationalized halfheartedly sardonic.

"Any last words before I rip your head off?" I humored smugly seeing it flail in agony and terror as I savored every expression. It looked up almost pleadingly with eyes so wide and beyond dilated I knew it was either half insane, or completely overwhelmed. Nothing short of a real hell spawned monster would kill another monster, I understood why Eve thought humans were so frail and easy to break because I'd just possibly killed several people over with what I just did! No wonder she found it odd I was holding back so venomously and I agreed honestly.

The creature struggled by wheezing in air trying to pry off an iron mantle called a boot. It failed rather specifically to look up fearfully trying in vain to hope. I crushed that feeling due to pressing down pulverizing bone further into splinters and I smiled widely. In this fit of flaying I distinctly heard one word and I leaned closer. It saw this only to wheeze out a single word that made me gut chilled to the damned core.

She peered upwards smiling coyly to speak a single word so calmly and utterly bemused, "Gotcha!" Her expression turned oddly hungrily since I only blinked once before a sudden searing pain erupted from both shoulders! Where the hell! I found myself screeching in undeniable agony as I got pulled backwards! More sudden fires stroke behind knees and I cried out while gnashing teeth to see where this danger appeared.

I found myself slammed by a series of punches leveling any form of resistance dragging me. I got slammed into a granite wall gasping out in surprise. Four exact tendrils had impaled me right through both shoulders digging in like hooks meant for fishing, two in the knees and four wrapped my separate limbs akin to constricting snakes. Struggling to move I followed them to four sources who leisurely dropped from above and I found myself growing cold. There's more of these fucking things...fucking bullshit!

All of them were leering hungrily impatient when they surged forward pinning me absolutely firm and unrelenting! I grunted struggling which proved to be unbelievably difficult yet their limps latched on as one unit of unified cooperation. Any time I adjusted they'd do so to have me squirming in place yet I understood I was being overpowered. One of them couldn't do it so this fucking bitch of a creature had friends to gang up like some chicken shit. But I reasoned enough they'd gotten their patience down to a damned degree of inhumane glee.

Among them one who started getting off bent and buckled tracks stated, "You're strong, very...strong." I hatefully stared wishing I could move freely and really consider tearing out tongue of a creature who I'd manhandled. All of them held similar characteristics that mimicked Eve, or Sil in terms of looks yet they all held muscle tones of slimmer lithe builds. Their skin wasn't as hardened yet I saw differences of subtle coloration, or an occasional rigid series of sleek patterns. Their eyes refused to leave my face as simultaneously I noticed coldly not amused in seeing grins of hunger not longer being reigned.

The creature stood up shakily to lift up a shattered foot gradually popping itself back into proper alignment. She casually lifted over a wrist to see the tendril I'd tore apart easing flesh upwards to reform bit by bit. Brushing back several dreadlocks to sigh out easily as blackened bruising started to gain greenish coloration until her eyes settled on mine. I braced myself knowing I was going to be a world of hurt and expected it to be ruthlessly enacted. Yet I was vastly stumped when a smile fondly widened in delightful indecision.

She started slowly walking forward swaying hips overtly savoring every little detail those eyes of hers drank in. Chills ran up my spinal cord as various hands holding my own were inching ever so slightly in circles. Sweet aromas full sweet, or spicy blended onward smashed into me, I gasped out for air since it nearly choked out everything else! What the hell is happening to me! I...I can't even fucking think yet alone move! My entire body started to go numb when pain and tearing fire should have been utterly natural.

I felt light headed steadily to a point where I found myself slackening against too many opposing forces at work. Tingling numbness kept itself going strong when I stared partially wide eyed as the smaller creature lifted her hand have it trail along my cheek. She stood a good head shorter than I was entirely but inwardly I felt I'd been staring down something incredibly dangerous. Almost unknowingly I stared right into reptilian like iris's that were subtly getting a reddish hue and I found myself puzzled to see slits narrow very pleased to see such a thing.

"You're not like father, or us." I heard it say simply while leaning upwards whispering coyly into an ear as hands draped themselves around as though intently understanding a puzzle. Electric impulses caused my jaw to twitch suddenly forcing me to veer my gaze away but of this madness. It didn't help when fingers nimbly traced along veins pulsating with blood rushing so fast I'd swear it'd burn me alive sooner, or later. Distantly I thought I heard someone yet a creature whispered again sending shivers alight with immense potency.

I either trembled in twisted delight, or utter surreal disbelief when something slid teasing across my throat. I glanced down to see a literal tongue wrapped around me! My eyes were owlishly blinking as this creature purred, "Alone you stand so far apart from me! But my sisters and I share a very common goal in...you." Christ damn me now because if this weren't a damned nightmare I'd peg it to be closer to hell as it savored every act of movement indulging on taste, smell and touch alone.

Grinding out weakly due to being so overwhelmed I managed to rasp out, "What are you?" The tongue retracted considerably before a finger tilted my numbed face downwards to see an eerie face so different and utterly similar to monsters I'd seen, "A new beginning and line." Sudden blurred vision started to interject itself forcing me to shake it off as those red like eyes were practically glowering. Horns ornate curled where ears might have been lightly traced circles just underneath my neckline and it centered around a rapidly beating heart.

What the hell is happening to me! I...I can't think, I can't even fucking stop trembling! I screamed trying to muster any sort of control which failed miserably as I saw this thing's smile grow. Those solid eyes held slits barely noticeable yet I felt a slight tug forcing me closer. Hear...I...you? I froze in absolute shock hearing someone else speaking when they hadn't verbally attempted. Icy cold was all I'd be able to relate when it hummed a bit pleased.

This thing was doing what I couldn't even believe, or think was possible! Those eyes were literally inches from my own pupil less metallic sheen to where I saw reflections of my face frozen. She complimented absolutely genuine seeing my mind cease to think if not, I'd peg her to be outright intrigued,"Very strong! I never actually had to work to get anywhere inside someone like us. You know I have to admit I love real challenges!"

I found myself unable to be utterly terrified in having someone else inside my head, or be outright determined to find a way to block them out. Stay the fuck out! I snarled weakly making her smile curve upwards as I heard dim reply very slyly. Let...me in. I couldn't even begin to know how, or what triggered words to be telepathic in any sense. I might as well been asked how to design nuclear technology and explain how it operated, I felt beyond overwhelmed to stare back defiantly unable to stop this numbness growing.

Inevitably I fell back onto knees with various handing firmly assisting my descent. I gasped aloud seeing various creatures kneeling and securing limbs yet none went beyond to simply making me feel comforted? I must have been going absolutely bat shit crazy because all either looked at my exhausted expression, or to the one whose eyes were utterly glowering in darkness. It looked like a demon straight out of hell by my beliefs. Yet my gut churned nervously when she knelt to secure ribs with a firm set of legs.

Powerful hands eagerly grasped between both shoulders as a shuddering growl playfully sent shock waves down my spine again. Get off me...get off! Blinking rapidly due to sweat actually forming and leaking downward as I heard another voice coyly reply subtly stronger. No, I...like it. How in the name of God could I have gone from completely crushing a monster's neck and fall to my knees almost begging said victim to stop a fucking psyche rape! It practically screamed it's intentions based on how fingers on various limbs occasionally started...straying.

"We're not here to harm you." It whispered kindly delightful almost appearing innocently placed, "Bull...shit!" I whispered back two words while straining to turn away yet I failed when a rigid presence superseded willful decisions. Hand cased in a hardened carapace for flesh teasingly started one innocent journey along my face and started idly trailing sharpened claws down onto an exposed chest which arose in instinctual acceleration. Multiple hissing occurred possessively as the creature straddling me glared heatedly back.

Help...anyone, help! I weakly cried out begging anyone to stop this madness I'd call external hell. I couldn't hold out much longer in fear I'd actually want to go further, or god damn me! It took everything to stare upwards blankly while being suffocated by smells of sweet spice and Christ it'd gotten far too pleasant. Danger justified for hours eroded further back into utter enjoyment, a temptation so dark and twisted in nature started to humor a reason as to why.

Coils beneath my skin started twisting and writhing in delightful conjunctions of electric pleasure. It was unbelievably addicting when I started to form a smirk, or more into moving closer. I bit my tongue to have pain briefly get a glimpse of awareness to mentally shout angrily. Eve! Please help...I can't handle this shit anymore, God please! It seemed my brief respite got noticed when hands quickly realigned to have those crimson eyes glowering eerily annoyed. I swore this entire process would start all over again.

However what I never imagined would be a searing agony akin to a migraine surge when something not even close to human screeched. GET OFF HIM! Eve's shrill commanding scream sent my mind blistering into rightful distraction as I snapped alert! GET OFF HIM...NOW! Snarling lividly I felt something so utterly feral, untamed and beyond pissed off giving me an edge to kick start a brain into sanity. Yet I once again got a shock when all five of these creatures fell back shrieking and clawing at their skulls desperately to deafen themselves.

YOU DARE CLAIM WHAT IS MINE? MINE TO MAKE LIFE...MINE! Holy hell I'd peg the person who just saved my ass to be screeching right next to an ear. But she wasn't anywhere near us physically and I could just imagine the incensed expression. I'd have to thank her later when I got up shakily and began renewing cogitative function to bare sharpened teeth which dripped out crimson. I am going to fucking murder every single one of them God willing, Eve.

That reassure failed to appease anything close given how an inhumane shriek of damned fury and piercing desire to kill filtered through words. HE IS MINE! Possessive didn't even hold a damned candle to what many would assume as insanity. I actually flinched when molten anger feral to instinctual intentionally triggered by someone else laying their hands on my person proved to be ideally scary. MINE! MY MATE...NO OTHERS!

Laughing lowly I looked down while unleashing claws glinting ominously in specks of light. Bloodied points incredibly grew minutely due to an influence of another, "Well, well, well I guess I'm spoken for." Anger returned in full completely amendable and drove away doubt again. There wasn't going to be a next time as far I was concerned, or if Eve had her way then God would be taking a back seat for an eternity if he'd dared to stop her. I'd let it happen just to get back at the bastard that I loved and hated equally.

Bringing my hands upward I started rapidly looking over every potential enemy and started to plan out what I'd do next. As they stood shakily hissing, or outright screeching challenges to someone else whose very being shimmered in possessive fury, I alone found it comforting. I found it to be my anchor and I had a purpose to think otherwise these things weren't going to play nice. They wanted to harm me whether they'd believe otherwise, so I'd respond in kind. If they wanted to try to rape me, or whatever I'd fucking gut them up.

"You better start praying." I told them simply to which they refocused their gazes onto me either angrily, or eagerly expectant. This time around the gloves were coming off and I'd all too happily take them on. I promised them one thing for certain to which none dared to growl in grudging fear, or knew why. Instinct and reason didn't go mix together well at all, if Eve's rage surpassed my own I'd give it credit due.

I chuckled sinister while being very amused in debating a tempting prospect, "You know if I don't kill you soon enough? Well guess what will happen?" I looked to each father prepared to do what I'd initially do what the one with reddish eyes expressed earlier. Through an seen link I felt magnetized fury fuel my resolve, "Then Satan himself might just send Eve to get the job done. And I know for a fact God won't save you from us so...amen."

End Chapter XV

Author's Note: First off I'm going off a lot of assumptions, speculation and pure opinion to go what this taken me. There's plenty of questions to ask what is happening, how it's possible and as such I'm going to try my best to literate my thoughts. To be fair and frank, I think this should open up what is happening when it comes to Alex, Eve and the furthest extent of what's possible by these creatures. So let's start it off, shall we?

How can he stand against so much? Between being wedged into a corner being pulled into different directions, how can Alex barely get through what kind of telepathic invader could attempt too? I'd call it fortitude, a trait long since forgotten and utterly priceless when put into practice. Considering what's transitioned into, to be exposed to some colossal dangers of pheromones, subversion and utter foreign experiences which are magnified due to how sensitive the thing beneath his own conscious is struggling to contain out of fear, or rightful paranoia?

No man is capable of being exceptionally without a mind to back it up, if one has no will to contain to the beast? What's the difference of being a man and a monster? A monster simply does what it wants, a man does what he desires and the earnest truth here? What separates men from monsters? Do we become them, or are they already us without giving a reason because a man becomes a monster for that very reason...or simply one tries to justify that reason. You want to know why I ask these questions it's because I look in a mirror everyday and I see something in those eyes.

We either become monsters as men, or we choose too because simply I stare back to see a reflection. With will and desire, a monster that is a man struggles to contain itself and I for one tend to acknowledge it. It's a fleeting sensation, but nonetheless I happen to relate as to what will alone does to any man. We stand firm only out of desperation and unable to hide away, so one must ask: What is Alex holding onto? What keeps him anchored so much to anything that he's become a monster whose seen the man within?

Regarding Eve's influences I'd say triggering a primal response and need for rightful defense of her claim is suitable. It's strange trying to compare if vicious wickedness of possession is cruel, yet I'd say in this case a natural response. To popular opinions, I do what most have for a reason and as such I often look to see what is right here. Without her presence, I'd believe I'd writing a few questionable scenes that even I'd want to leave to your imaginations, or rather simply understand it is what is. So let's cap it off.

Leave a review, I'll let you ponder these questions and hopefully in time I'll be pleasantly happen to see your critical views on what's going. Until next time, I hope you have a good and day. Please leave a review, I like to read them and often enjoy gaining insight into what makes others think. It's a privilege and an earnest desire on my part.