a/n: Yo peeps I am back from a very long hiatus and with this return I bring to you a story that is not meant for kids. This story is based off a role play that I was in and I (well with some help from my friends) that this should turned into a RP. Actually she wanted do the fanfic but I somehow stole her brain power and decided to come up with this wonderful tale. So without further ado...The Killing Game: Fanfic [I also apologize in advance if there are some misspellings sometimes I don't catch all of the misspelled words and neither does Microsoft]

Disclaimer: Some of the characters do not belong to me but the plot does. The characters that do not belong to me belong to their respective peoples.

Warning::THIS STORY IS NOT FOR KIDS AND IF YOU ARE A KID WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! PRESS THE BACK BUTTON NOW. DO NOT READ. DON'T YOU DARE READ. THIS STORY INCLUDES:INNUENDOS, ALCOHOLISM, SAMMY'S ASS, INSANITY AND ALL AROUND VIOLENCE.

Chapter One

Sammy was older than dirt, older than sin. He was just an old tired thing ready to go to sleep for at least a thousand years but that can never happen for the immortal. He can never have peace not until he corrected a wrong he allowed to happen back in his youth.

"Lord Samael." He still did not like his full name but his long time butler would rather call him by his full name even if they are friends. "What is it?" "You have a phone call and it's a Ramsey." He groaned. Last person on his list of people to talk to was Ramsey. Granted she was a fun psychotic woman he still didn't want to talk to her. "Thanks."

"Fuck face," First thing he hears when he picks up the phone. She sure knows how to make a guy feel loved. "Ramsey, so good to hear your voice."

"Cut the bullshit, we have work and when I say we I mean you have work. I am just here to be moral support." Groaning once more, the immortal stared at the wall of his room before getting up. "How much damage are we talking?" She paused for a second and he could have sworn he heard her grin. "Oh there is so much shit being destroyed. No mind fuck will change what is happening." He did not want to hear that. "Fabulous." "Well you better get to work Fuck Face or you will have to explain to the big bosses why your little mistake is fucking destroying shit again. You should really keep your pets on a leash." Sammy raised an eyebrow.

"I try too but they don't seem to like staying in place." There was a pause on her end. "Fuck you Samael." Grinning he got up and headed for downstairs. "I will meet you at the scene." Hanging up the immortal slipped his phone into his back pocket.

For more centuries than he can count he has been trying to right a wrong. A mistake he created so long ago that still haunted him. His attempt at creating human life. He was no God. He was no saint and yet he tried to create something only the Gods could create. Only a true immortal being could create.

For centuries his so called pet has eluded him hiding in every corner that Sammy could not see. He changed his appearance to fit his needs. This time though he couldn't hide. He couldn't mask himself from Sammy even if he would love to do so.

"Sorry Matt but it's time to end this game." He muttered heading to his car to head to the scene of destruction.

"He never wanted you my dear child."

A voice so hauntingly beautiful filled his head with sweet words that could only soothe a monster like him.

"He never cared about you. Let me help you Matthew. Let me heal your broken soul. Make you something to be feared."

He wanted the voice to help him. He wanted it to take away all of his hurt. But could it really do those things. Could it really save him?

"I will make you something to be feared. Do not worry my beautiful boy I will save you." Quietly he allowed the voice to protect him. To help him from the one that wished his demise.

"Fuck!" Ramsey sat back in her seat watching as her so called boss tried to stop the beast that was so kindly destroying shit. "You know I could probably help if you just asked." Boss man looked back at her with a leveled stare. Which meant she had to stay put. "Last time you HELPED I was cleaning up debris for days." She couldn't help her abilities were dangerous. She wasn't born with this...actually she was. Her gifts run in the family unfortunately. But it was a wonderfully destructive gift she would gladly use to its full extent.

"So we are waiting on Sammy?" Pulling out a carton of cigarettes, she took one and placed it between her lips leaving it there. "Looks like it. Men are getting slaughtered." Lighting her cig she looked at him out of the window smirking. "This isn't the pet that we are looking for so let me take care of it Warrick. You know you want too." Sighing and caving he tapped the top of the car.

"Just no major attacks that will cost us a fortune to repair." Rolling her eyes she walked out into the opening. "Bill Sammy for the damage I am sure that he has money to spare." Standing there watching the beast thrash around like a wild caged animal she tossed the cig she had started smoking aside and tilted her head only to smile at the creature.

"Hey fugly!" The creature turned around to stare at her for just a moment. "Yes you fugly I am talking to you." It growled at her which she wasn't having. "That is rude growling at me like that." She moved back just as a piece of concrete went flying right past her head to hit a patrol car sitting off to the side. "Warrick, I want it to go on record saying that I was not the cause of whomever just died under the collapse of the that car." Warrick gave her a look. One of his millions of looks. "And I want it to go on record that you agitated it." Raising up a single hand she flipped him off returning her attention back to the monster in front of her.

This thing wasn't the beast that they were looking for. He wasn't the mistake that Sammy needed to take care of but he was going to keep her from being bored. "Alright enough standing around I need blood." The beast charged straight for her but she did little to move out of the way catching the creature by its gnarly looking horns on its head. "Chimeras really are bitches...Sammy is going to owe me for this one." Sliding to a stop she flipped the beast causing the ground to shudder under the beasts collapse.

"Ramsey," She ignored the panicked calling of the Boss man she didn't need his bitching or wanted it. She just wanted to take this shit out and then go for some drinks. That was she needed and that was she wanted.

Keeping it grounded she would have done more if it wasn't for the ringing sound of a gun going off in the distance and the beast under her whimpering in pain. "About fucking time." Shoving the creature away with her foot the woman turned to find Sammy walking over with a gun in his hand and a very annoyed look on his face. "Sammy your pet needs some training." "I will be sure to take you to a certain someone to get you that training." Once again she raised her hand up to flip him off. Sammy didn't really care he just walked around her.

"The things that a mad man like myself can create they can be so beautiful."

"Yeah, yeah keep it in your pants. Let's get rid of this bastard so I can go get wasted." Clicking off the safety and checking his bullets he watched it get up. It was still trying to heal from the bullet that he had shot at it and from the looks of it the thing wouldn't be healing anytime soon.

"It's not healing." He frowned. "That's a good thing Sammy. A really good thing. It means that we can destroy it and leave." Shaking his head he stepped forward. "No something is going on with it. I made these things to be immortal, to not die so easily but the wound isn't healing like something is keeping it from healing." She gave him a look before glancing back at the creature that was still struggling to get up from the ground.

"For fucks sake," Walking up behind him, stealing his gun she raised her arm and shot the creature twice in the head. "There it is dead now you can take it in to examine why your little pets have suddenly lost their healing ability and I swear if you make a joke about me being a pet again I will personally make it impossible for you to even have kids." Sammy grinned.

"Ramsey, I have had kids already but you know…" He let it hang in the air even as Warrick walked over. "Okay you lovebirds take it behind closed doors we have work to do. Walt! Get that shit into a van." The fun part of Sammy's day is about to begin.

"Time to get to work."

"Yeah like buying me a drink."

"How about no?"

"How about I bill you for all damage I cause when I head to the bar?"

"How about no again?"

"Fuck you Sammy."

"With the lights on?"

Rolling her eyes, Ramsey walked away. "Wait you didn't answer me!"

"Sammy I wouldn't be your bed buddy even if you paid me." Shaking his head the immortal turned and walked away to his bike which was being blocked by a woman he had never seen before.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes and no." Giving her a questionable glance he watched her move around his bike curiously. "I wanted to talk to you about your attempts at creation." A frown appeared watching her ever so closely. "You tried to create a life form all those years ago, why?"

"I had the means to do so. I wanted to create life something that no mortal man has done before." The woman stopped. Blond hair brushing against her cheeks before she pushed it back out of her way. "You did that wanting to be a God?"

"I did it wanting to understand humankind better. It was a mistake." She laughed pulling out her phone looking at it. Raising it up so he could see. His blue eyes went wide. "On the contrary I think they are quite beautiful especially this one. He is my favorite. He whispers your name sometimes. Curses it into damnation. Until my voice soothes him." Stepping forward he reached for her but the strange woman held up a finger to stop him.

"Not so fast love. You take one step forward and I give the order to release this imperfect creature out into the world. You have already fucked up with the chimeras do you want to fuck up more with so much blood on your already soaked hands?" He glared not moving one bit.

"Good boy now when you are done with that beauty come to me," She pulled out a card handing it to him. "I want every single piece of information you have on Matt and those chimeras you created. Or I fuck up your peace little by little." Staring at the card he didn't really pay attention to her until she was nearly to a parked car.

"Wait...what is your name?"

Stopping she turned to him. "Alicia. Alicia Montgomery and I really look forward to seeing you Samael." Getting in the waiting car she gave a nod to her driver and headed back to her pet awaiting her return.

Part Two

The card that he had been handed laid flat on the instruments table inside of the lab room. He had no choice but to go, he didn't want more blood on his hands. Though what he wanted was to be rid of his past even if it means destroying the life he created to begin with.

"Hey," Glancing back over his shoulder he found Vincent, one of the Doctors that the company employs and yet he wasn't exactly with them to begin with. "Hey." Sighing and picking up some latex gloves he started to get to work. "What got your panties all in a bunch this afternoon?" Pointing to the chimera and then the card on the table Vincent caught on to what got him bent out of shape.

"Should I even ask?" Shaking his head and walking over to the table he watched Vincent begin to cut into the chimera. "Okay since I am not going to be asking what am I doing today?" Sammy peeked at the chimera that lied on the table lifeless. "Trying to figure out why it wasn't healing." That caught Vincent off guard. "What do you mean not healing?"

"I shot a bullet at it and it hit its side but the chimera didn't heal. It didn't even force the bullet out."

"Okay."

"Ramsey shot the fucker two times and it went down for the count which is saying something." Vincent agreed with the man. If it went down after two bullets something was up. "Someone messing with your babies?" "Yes and I do not fucking approve now open it up so we can figure what the hell is going on." Sammy stood by watching. He had an idea of who was messing with his chimeras he just didn't know how she was doing it.

"Matt...Matt...Matt, guess who is back my little pet." She stopped in front of him as he sat in his little corner staring at nothing seemingly counting. "Such a sad little pet you are. He screwed you up and turned you into this thing." She sighed reaching out to touch him but never getting close enough for her to do it. "No...Don't." Curiously she reached out with her other hand crouching down in front of him. "Why not?" He didn't answer he just stared at her; Stared into nothing as if he was seeing another life, another world; another time.

Rip here. Rip there, a shredding of flesh everywhere.

Bodies lingered all over the place. They existed because of him. They existed because of Samael. The one responsible for his existence. He didn't exactly know what he was but he knew that he craved the flesh and he craved the death of his creator even though the feeling was mutual. Samael wanted to right a wrong he created ages ago in his youth. Something he could not correct even if he tried.

"Because…" Was his only response before he returned to looking at the wall. It was distracting, familiar all the same to him except it didn't have the same feel as when he last encountered the fucker.

"I am sorry to have to do this to you Matt." Struggling against the chains he fought against the chains that kept him from getting at the person that kept him at bay. "But the bodies-" "Your fault!" He growled out watching as Sammy stood there staring him down. The man let out a sigh glancing down at the blade in his hand. "Not my fault." "Itisitisitisitisitis...all your fault!" Matt glare increased bringing the chains to his mouth. He had stronger teeth than most. He could escape; it wouldn't end here not by his hands. He would be damned if he let that happen.

"I found him for you." Alicia stood up walking away from the creature now huddled in on himself as if the world might actually hurt him. "He is going to come here and find that you have been unleashed upon the world." Going into her pocket she brought out a key and tossed it at him.

"What do you say Matt? Want to fuck the world with me?" Glancing down at the key now at his feet he debated. Was it a good idea?

The bastard laid flat on his back dazed by what just happened. Matt broke free and now he had him pinned. He had the bastard pinned to the ground inches away from death. But he couldn't die, like Matt he was trapped in a life of youth. He would never age, he would never die unless you found a way to make him suffer and Matt would find a way to make him suffer

"Fuck," The curse escaped the fucker's lips and his attempt to get out from under Matt was futile. He wasn't going anywhere. "Stay put!" Slamming his hand flat against his chest he forced the immortal back on the ground. Once again he was dazed by what just happened. Not quite seeing. Not quite knowing how he was going to get out of this. "W-What...Matt?" Confusion could be heard in his voice as he stared up at the creature unchained and trying to kill him. "Suffer." Sammy could only guess what he meant by that.

Reaching for the key he pulled it to him looking back at the wall staring at it blankly before a smile slowly began to appear on his lips.

"Good boy now get to work. I want to watch the world bleed while drinking a very expensive glass of wine." Turning on her heels she left him to his thoughts. Samael will pay for all of it; the attempt at killing him and for making the mistake of thinking that Matt should die.

"Fuck." Pulling the sheet over the dead dissected chimera body, Samael glanced over at the card once more. Vincent had long since cleaned up and was walking over to it and to glance at it. "Have you asked Ramsey to look up this chick for you?" Sammy gave him one glance and Vincent simply nodded his head. "Good point she would not do anything for you." Rolling his eyes at the thought of owing Ramsey anything for her looking up some info made him visibly cringe. Her favors always ended with him forgetting a full day's worth of shit. He didn't want that to happen but she was really good at hacking.

"Give me that." Pre-regret was in his voice and Vincent knew that he was going to make the mistake of asking Ramsey for a favor. "Well buddy say goodbye to your kidneys." He was not looking forward to that one bit.

Sammy took his time looking up the number for Ramsey. It wasn't that hard for him to find. Her name was right under 'Crazy Bitch' which happens to be at the top of his list. After this he was sure to change it to Kidney stealer when all was said and done.

"What is it Sammy?" Music reached his ears as soon as she answered the phone which meant she was either not at home or she was home and she just didn't give a fuck about his eardrums.

"I...need your help." Silently the other end went quiet and for a moment he thought she hung up but she didn't. Unfortunately she didn't. "What was that?" Sighing and regretting this ten times over he spoke once more. "I need your help." Once more she fell silent before she started cracking up on the other end. There was no way he was possibly living this down.

"What do you need from me Sammy? I have already told you I am not being your bed buddy."

"It's nothing of the sort; I will send you a text." Moving his phone from his ear he quickly sent the text to her. Hopefully she got it. "See it?" He waited until he heard a grunt. "What the shit is this?" He sighed. "Don't know. I need you to use your amazing hacker skills to figure out who this Alicia Montgomery is." Rolling her eyes on her end Ramsey picked up her drink and started for the door.

"I will find something out if I can. Don't worry about owing me anything this time Sammy. I will just take it out of your Ramsey saves your ass funds." Rolling his eyes he leaned against the counter. "So I am guessing no kidney then?"

"Not this time. I will take it next time you need me for something." He was about to speak but there was a click. He was going to chalk it up to her knowing him all so well.

"How did it go?"

"Better than expected but I must admit my Ramsey funds is getting smaller each day." That earned a laugh from the doctor.

A/N: Alright I hope you wonderful people enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed typing it. R/R