Kazuya Mishima looked over his shoulder to see Kirby approaching him, wearing a yellow biker's helmet with a 'W' emblazoned on its front. The ravaged, half-eaten bodies of Haggar and Arthur didn't lay far behind the living wad of bubblegum. Kirby wiped away a splotch of blood on his cheek, and gave Kazuya an affirmative nod. Kazuya let out a soft, uneasy chuckle.

"That copy ability of yours is extremely useful. You can exact vengeance on your friends' killers by using the very powers of the dead...fascinating."

Kirby shook his head. He looked around at the scene that surrounded them. Blood and discarded organs were everywhere. Corpses were piled high, and some of them were already starting to stink. Farther away, RAgna was deep in combat with a white-haired man who dressed similarly to him. There were several other members of MvC watching the fight too. At this point, Kirby knew that there was nothing he could do to help Ragna. The young man wouldn't want that. He was a stubborn bastard. And with that dark power inside of him, he was bound to come out on top eventually. Plus, if Ragna kept them busy, then all the better for the pink puffball.

"Hold on a moment," Kazuya suddenly spoke up, snapping Kirby back to attention.

"Those powers of yours, is that all of them?"

Kirby shook his head again.

"So you're saying...some of the bodies at your Smash Mansion were missing?"

Kirby just shrugged. Kazuya decided not to ask about it any further. The two of them made their way deeper into the building's depths without another moment to waste...

Phoenix Wright had broken away from the rest of the group as soon as he had the chance. Wandering aimlessly through the dark halls, he clasped his hand over his mouth, fighting back the urge to vomit as he thought back to Morrigan's merciless head-crushing. These people were insane. They killed without any signs of remorse, and they always doing it in the most violent and cruelest ways possible. Phoenix obviously didn't fit in with them at all; he only had bare-minimum fighting abilities, at the least. He had never killed a person before.

'So...why am I working with these people at all?'

No, Phoenix knew quite well his reasons for acting as MvC's main defense attorney. It was because they were holding his assistant Maya hostage. It was the fact that she would be killed if he disobeyed that kept him working under the gang; if the girl had been out of harm's way, Phoenix would have likely offed himself to screw Wesker over. Because of his massive popularity in the court of law, and how he always succeeded in winning against some of the very best prosecutors, he fond himself scouted by a number of groups. They wanted him to help represent them and protect them from conviction. One of those groups was the MvC, and by kidnapping poor Maya they made quite the argument in convincing Phoenix to join them. Even worse, it was Ironfist that held the control over her life.

Phoenix's mind shifted back to that horrific assault on Smash Mansion. He remembered watching Ironfist actually knock out and rape a young woman, a blonde girl wearing a crown. The masked psychotic then proceeded to murder her in cold blood. The spiky-haired lawyer feared what that man would do to Maya, or what he may have already done to her. There was no way of knowing. They refused to tell him anything about her or her condition. He didn't even know where they were keeping her. All he could do now was continue working for them and hope that there would be some way to get out of all of this.

And tonight may just grant that glimmer of a chance.

'Wesker knows everything that's going on...I heard him talk about some kind of attack, and already a large number of members are dead...I know it's wrong to be happy over the deaths of others, but...does this mean these bastards may just get what's coming to them after all?'

"Hey."

Phoenix nearly burst out of his suit in shock. He looked to his right, and saw Christ Redfield standing there with his back up against the wall, his large arms crossed over his chest. He was staring straight back at Phoenix. He didn't look happy in the slightest. Yet at the same time, there was a noticeable sadness in his expression.

"Oh, uh...hello, Chris."

"...You saw what happened to Morrigan, didn't you?"

"Huh?" Phoenix blinked. "Yeah...yeah, I did..."

A minute of silence passed between them. Phoenix felt incredibly awkward with this situation; he rarely talked to anyone in the MvC for good reason, and Chris was no exception. However, at least he wasn't someone like Ironfist. Chris was a rather passive person for being apart of such a violent group, and he seemed very reluctant to follow under Wesker and Iron Man. Chris scratched at the bridge of his nose, and sighed.

"This is all pretty fucked-up."

"What?"

"That's what you think, right? Killing people for no reason, murdering teammates, using them for experiments...it's twisted as hell."

Phoenix didn't know what to say. Everything that Chris was saying was true, but could he really agree with him? If he said 'yes', it might be a trick set by the higher-ups to weed out traitors in the group. Nonetheless, Phoenix couldn't help but nod his head, gulping as he did so. Christ nodded in return. His eyes told him right away that this was no trick; he was really someone who shared his way of thinking.

"I've been debating it for a while, but I can see that you're obviously not into any of this. You're someone that I think I can trust...Mr. Wright." Christ explained.

"Y-You can just call me Phoenix!"

"Alright, then, Phoenix. Listen closely; I'm not here to cause trouble like the rest of these bastards. I'm here to eliminate Wesker, Iron Man, Magneto, and anyone else who runs this damn gauntlet of insanity."

"What? Really? So you're an...assassin?"

"Ha ha ha, I'm not good enough to be considered an assassin, but I do know Wesker better than most. I was sent here by the BSAA to get rid of all of them for the better of the country, as well as find an old partner of mine, but these guys are no push-overs. There's no way I can just run in and pummel them full of bullets whenever I want. I need to try and get their trust, which makes it alot harder due to my history with Wesker; he knows me too well. But now that the MvC is under attack, everyone is scrambling to figure out what to do. It might make it possible to find the opening I need. I'm going to need your help too, of course. That's why I'm even telling you all of this,"

"I see..." Phoenix couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was like the church-bells of heaven had started to ring inside his very eardrums. It was only a little bit of a chance, but a chance nonetheless. A chance to end the madness.

"Of course, what I have in mind is going to be very risky, and there's a good chance we'll both die. Do you still want to help me? You're a man who works under justice; you should know well how wrong it is to let people like this get away with everything they've done." Chris held out his hand, signifying a hand-shake. Phoenix stated to reach out his own hand as well. Chris was a highly-experienced soldier; he was someone that he could trust.

"Hold on a moment. Just what is this plan of yours, anyway?"

Phoenix heard two familiar clicking sounds, and suddenly the cold barrel of a gun was being pressed against his temple. Much to his surprise, it was the same for Chris, who looked just as stunned as the defense lawyer. After that first second of lost composure, though, Chris started to reach for his own pistol. However, the figure holding the guns to their heads emerged from the darkness at that moment. It was a scruffy-looking man in a stealth suit, and sitting on his shoulders was a small yellow animal and an even smaller, red plant-like creature. A discarded box lay behind him, a box that he had apparently been hiding under.

"...Who are you?" Chris asked, keeping his cool.

"I'll tell you when I decide to. First, I need to know exactly what you two are planning here."

"Why do you need to know? You don't look like one of Wesker's lackeys."

"I want to know...so I can help you."

"What?"

The man began to lower the pistols, and the yellow creature on his shoulder gave him a curious look. Chris and Phoenix glanced down the adjacent hallways; there was no one else around. They didn't have to worry about being walked in on, at least not yet.

"Just tell us who you are. You must be pretty good to be able to sneak this far inside without anyone detecting you."

"Eh, it's what I do, and it was alot easier with everyone around here being kept busy by the little pink guy's rampage. He doesn't know that a few of us had made it out of the Smash Mansion alive. Well, hardly any of us, but still..."

Phoenix couldn't believe his ears. This was just far too good to be true. "So you're saying we should all team up? But you don't want to kill us either to avenge your friends?"

"It's less about vengeance for me, and instead it's just a job. That Wesker fellow is causing big trouble with the government lately; he's been taking out alot of money for something. But I can't lie that I had grown attached to some of the friends that your 'allies' killed. Besides, there's another reason I'm here. Anyway, you can call me Snake. The rat, er, I mean mouse, here is Pichu, and this little red guy with the flower on his head is a Pikmin. He responds to 'Red', or really anything actually. He just does what he wants."

The tiny red creature waved at the two other men.

"Amazing..." Phoenix was quite sure that he was staring at an alien life-form right now. Despite the myriad of strange creatures he had to associate with daily, this one was much more fascinating than the rest.

"So, then, what do you know about everything so far? What's going on around here? That is," Chris still kept an open hand hovering close to the handle of his pistol, "If you really are someone we can trust."

"Don't worry about it. I'll tell you everything you need to know about this. There is no way that the other Smashers could have been killed so easily...it was because someone on the inside helped give your MVC the advantage..."

"What? So you mean, you guys had a traitor in your group? Someone working with Wesker and the others?"

That's what I'm saying. And I have a good idea just who it was too. I'm here to take out Wesker, and him."

Chris and Phoenix exchanged brief glances. "Who was it...?"

Suddenly, the conversation was cut short when a disc of red and white came twirling through the air. Snake quickly dropped to the ground; the disc just barely missed him. Like some kind of boomerang, the disc spun back around and into the awaiting grasp of is owner, Captain America. The blue-clad super-hero's eyes glowed a deadly scarlet, and Phoenix felt his blood run cold as he stared at him. Captain America was one of the few members of the MvC that were under mind-control by machinery designed by Iron Man. He had been under this mental manipulation for so long that, according to Wesker, it had become permanent. Poor Captain America was nothing more than a weapon now.

"Shit...we've been found! We need to put this guy out of commission before he gives us away!" Snake exclaimed. At the same time, Chris took out his pistol and Pichu began covering itself in a veil of electrical energy. Behind Captain America, eclipsed within shadows, was another pair of ruby eyes staring at them like tasty morsels to soon devour.