Chapter 2: THE OTHER

She could feel 'it', whatever 'it' was. She knew 'it' was in the city tucked away from the rest of the world…just like her when she was locked in the vault. Already having had lost her children to Armacham, she wondered what other plans her father's company had for her still. But the presence of another psychic being of power that almost rivaled her own took over her worrisome thoughts. Suddenly the presence began to fade. Whatever or whoever it was, was dying.

For whatever reason, the female specter began to worry and felt the need to go to the dying entity. With just a single thought, she was there. Looking around she found herself in a hospital room and in the center of the room were doctor's working frantically on something on the operating table. The woman's blood began to boil realizing who the doctor's were and who they worked for by reading their minds…Armacham. She was about to kill the oblivious doctors until one of them moved away and she saw what was on the table. It was a man, perhaps in his mid-thirties with short dark brown hair.

'I...I know you somehow.' She whispered silently to herself.

The man's body suddenly began shaking, waking the specter out of her thoughts. With a wave of her hand the man relaxed and his erratic heartbeat returned to normal. Once the doctor's sealed up the man's wounds from the 'operation' they all left leaving only the specter and resting man. Upon leaving however, the doctor's could not shake the feeling of something else in that room. The man had stabilized twice with no direct aid from any of them. They shook off their thoughts and continued deeper into to hospital. She would deal with them later…The ghostly nude woman floated towards the sleeping 'entity' to observe him closer. She studied every feature as well as the rest of his body and from doing so she concluded that this was the same powerful presence she felt earlier. She also felt that a small part of her somehow knew this stranger. Just being near him had made the woman go through a plethora of positive emotions and she loved each and everyone. She didn't know exactly what she wanted from this stranger. Kill him? Torture him? Absorb him? Make him beg for his life? Love him?

The ghost jumped at her own last thought. Love him? How could she when she was dead just like her heart? Where in herself could she find the capacity to love? Yet as her eyes traced every inch of him, the possibility of love grew more and more. Who was he? How did he get here? What does Armacham want with him? What is Aristide planning? All these questions were not at the moment, capable of being answered yet she somehow felt that this man would be the key to get those answers. The longer she stayed near him the more her desire for him burned, she felt as if she couldn't save herself from this man if he woke up to harm her. She felt a bit…obsessed.

Almost in a trance, she began to place the man's face in her hands before bending down to kiss him. At that moment, a vision flashed in her mind. It was two children, boy and girl, holding one another and crying within the falling rain. The specter watched with both curiosity and for once in for so long she had a heavy heart. She couldn't quite hear everything the children said to each other in each other's minds but a single name the watching ghost did hear…Michael. The boy looked up as if he saw something approaching him in the specter's direction allowing her to clearly see his face. It was the child form of the man she had just saved on the operating table, the…other psychic entity. As quickly as it came, the vision ended and the specter pulled her lips from the man.

'Michael…' she cooed into his ear causing him to slightly stir and shiver from the coldness of her tone.

She didn't quite understand why this man, why this...Michael caught her attention but she felt it in herself to find out. A sudden flash came from the woman's body and she was her child self again. She silently walked to the back of the room and sat down wanting to make sure that this man would live through Armacham's torture…and face her.

FOUR DAYS LATER

Becket woke up to a blinding white light hanging above him. He felt as if he was waking up from a very bad hangover and his head was pounding mercilessly.

'Okay. Definitely not where I used to be.' He thought to himself.

Once his vision cleared he saw he was in an empty hospital room, he was shirtless but still had on his Delta cargo pants. He sat up and stood from the bed noticing two desert eagles on the counter by the sink in the operating room. He went over, picked them up, and studied them before the corner of his eye had caught a glimpse of red in the doorway. He turned his head to see the back of a little girl in a flowing red dress walking past the room. Becket's face turned stone cold…he didn't like this at all. The last thing he remembered was that he and his team were sent to arrest Genevieve Aristide before a powerful explosion went off not too far from them and then nothing.

It was then that Becket had noticed the large amount of blood splattered on the wall next to the door. After checking to see if his weapons were loaded he proceeded out of the room and down the hall. Becket nearly lost it upon seeing the many bodies of doctors littering the floor. Some appeared to have been shot which definitely put Becket on high alert, others appeared to have killed very viciously by something and whatever it was had crawled up the wall and into the hospitals vents leaving behind a trail of bloody hand and footprints. The once white tiled hospital was painted red with their blood. Becket quickly shook off the shock and continued down the hallway. As he was reaching a turn down the hall, the little girl he saw earlier appeared again staring at him from the end of the hall. She had long black hair, golden demonic eyes, and was wearing a knee high red dress. As odd as it was to himself, she looked innocent not to mention…familiar? The girl studied him for a second to make sure he'd caught up before turning the corner. Becket quickened his pace to try and catch the little girl and when he rounded the corner, two Armacham soldiers turned to him.

"OH SHIT!" one of the soldiers yelled drawing his assault rifle.

Becket closed his eyes and took a deep breath and before the man pulled the trigger, Becket appeared on the soldier's left side turning the gun towards his partner. The soldier was then shot from point blank range in the head, brain fragments spraying outward while Becket squeezed the now dead man's finger into the trigger of the assault rifle and shooting the other soldier in the stomach making him fall to the ground dead. When he was done he dropped the corpse of the first soldier and took off the soldiers vest before putting it on. He holstered the desert eagles and grabbed the assault rifle then continued through the hospital. A part of him was slightly scared at this random twisted life or death situation he had landed end but a part of him was thrilled which made him smile as he jogged. He felt happy at the fact that he was back in action and able to use his powers freely with no restriction. As Becket let his mind wander he could have sworn he heard a soft voice whisper in his head…a woman's voice.

'Michael…Michael Becket…come to me…'

A/N: Sorry for it being so short, college work blows. X( Any who I hope you liked the new chapter. R and R. Also, a special thanks to those who have left helpful reviews and ideas, I read them whole heartedly and take them with great consideration. They are much needed. Also for any other F.E.A.R. authors out there, I urge us to be supportive of our fellow brothers and sisters. Thank you. Emoblackie out. :)