With just a brush of her lips against another, their life force will gradually be swept away with only a fleeting minute. Death will greet them when she kisses them with her red wine lips, her soft and dangerous lips leaving them wide-eyed and lifeless. That's who she was, Eva Mortem, the bringer of death. She was The Death Kiss, and she led a group of evolved humans to mend the city of New York and to bring upon justice. Little do they know justice can bring upon destruction when one is intended to take over and create a new face of good. Eva Mortem… on the brink between good and evil, healing and killing, her power can do both; to heal the mind and the wounded. Albeit which one will triumph, will her good overpower the evil that exists within her?
The incident that arose in the Citibank was resolved, and they weren't identified because they had left the bank in a flash and had quickly fixed the situation with the burglars. The culprits were killed, the four burglars had made a mess and Eva's group had come to seek justice. The damaged was done; there were casualties. But always on the line of war there must be death in order for the war to end for the good side. But Eva would do anything for the good side to beat the bad. But why didn't she feel a flame of regret? Surely if you feel any form of remorse, you are human…
They all went home after that. If you could call it a home; they all resided in an underground abandoned station, south down Second Avenue and underneath the traffic across Queens Midtown tunnel.
The thoughts drained out of her mind as she sat back in the cool underground room, her fingers tapping on the table as she watched the unwired television – courtesy of Ben, 'The Electroman' (as she liked to call him) – the news was on, the reporter stating a demise that occurred in near-Pennsylvania, claiming that the death of the young man was unknown, although there had been a rapid increase of electromagnetic radiation and kinetic light that caused the train to partially be burned out. Many of the witnesses are treated for eye damage and the suspect is unidentified, though has been claimed to be a young woman.
"It's her," Eva whispered, her voice slightly echoing in the small, musty room. Her long dark brown tresses with streaks of silver fell down her shoulders as she stood up, clad in her best fighting suit – tight black halter top with a leather vest, tight-low rise hip hugging jeans, knee high black stiletto heeled boots and lips the colour of deep wine.
Just then, Ben entered the room. He held his helmet mask in the crook of his arm; wore dark cargo pants and looked dangerously attractive, his white-blonde hair falling into his crystal blue eyes. He was unnaturally pale. "Who's her? The girl you've been obsessing about ever since we formed this group?" Eva had her back toward him, watching the television.
Eva slowly turned around. Her eyes were two different colours; her right eye was a dazzling blue, and her left was muddy brown. She fixed him with a cold stare; Ben was used to her icy demeanour, and she said, "Yes it's her. She had killed someone, inadvertently of course,"
He grinned, his eyes twinkled. "So, who is this girl?" he ambled his way toward Eva, his boots clinking against the stony floor. He put both hands on her waist and leaned in, his breath hot on her face, "Huh?" he whispered.
She clutched his hands and pulled them away forcefully. "Stop," she said harshly. "Not now,"
His smile slipped and his fingers sparked a small bolt of blue electricity between them, playing with them. "What's wrong?" he frowned. "Is it because we were on the news? They didn't see us, c'mon, they're calling us vigilantes!" he chuckled uneasily as he searched her face; Eva's eyebrows were knitted together.
She turned away from his, pacing the room, remaining impassive.
Ben sighed as Meg (aka Stryker – she had an abnormal ability of rapid agility and strength) and Jeremy (aka Dasher – who acquired the ability to teleport) walked into the room, clad in their fighting gear. Meg wore a tight red jumpsuit which complimented her blonde hair and bright red lips. Jeremy wore his favourite black baseball hat, clad in his black leather jacket and jeans, a dagger in a hilt lay in his front pocket.
"What's up, guys?" Meg said, nodding to Ben. "What's with the serious faces?" she arched a perfect blonde eyebrow, exchanging a glance with her boyfriend, Jeremy, who matched her perplexed face.
` Eva turned toward them. "I have to find her, bring her here and tell her what she is, how powerful she is becoming."
"Im confused," Jeremy said dumbly. "She?"
"It's the girl… the one she ordered us to spy on for the last couple weeks, The one she's obsessed with," Ben replied, avoiding Eva's scowl.
Comprehension dawned on both Meg and Jeremy's face. They understood. "So, who is she, Eva? You haven't told us yet and Katsu and Johnny have theorised she's your ex-lesbian lover," Meg said, rolling her eyes. "They seriously have started to ship you both, I don't even know what shipping is!"
Jeremy suddenly appeared behind her, not even seconds ago he was by the table. "You don't know what shipping is?" he demanded. Meg yelped and clutched at her chest, "JER!" she screeched and brought her hand to slap him, although he took it as a high-five and teleported across the room, next to Eva. Eva didn't flinch.
"Anyway," Ben said. "What's so important about her? Are her powers even more powerful than ours and yours?"
"Yes," Eva said with no hesitation. "Much, much more powerful… and I am Life and Death itself,"
Jeremy rolled his eyes. Eva could be so poetic.
Electricity cackled between Ben's fingers. "Really?" he said gravelly. "I beg to differ, honestly Eva, you are…" he grinned, "Much more gifted than anyone in our squad."
"Don't say that," Eva warned, her blue and brown eye flashing despite the different colours.
"Yeah," Jeremy added, and teleported behind Ben and swiped his helmet mask.
Ben growled at him and brought both hands up, electricity playing between his splayed fingers. Jeremy paled and winced, handing it back with caution. "Relax, buddy," he cooed shakily.
Meg yanked Jeremy back, shooting him a look. Meanwhile, Eva had been standing there watching with amusement. Then she remembered about the girl, and what she was going to do about her. She pushed the thought away and brought up the topic of what was more important.
"You all on track on the whereabouts of Emma Coolidge?" she asks them with an air of determination and power.
Meg spoke, her back straight. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail. "Yes, still working at the hospital with her mom," she said. "Her power has been growing ever since that wretched Samuel Sullivan and his carnival escapades," she sneered. "When do we plan on killing her? Honestly, she's her Father's daughter after all, his blood running in her veins,"
"Not now," Eva snapped. "It's too early and please don't bring up her Father, that bastard is thankfully long gone."
"Yeah, you killed him," Ben said simply.
"Yeah, he had it comin.' That swine doesn't get away with using an innocent baby as a lab rat and stealing her away from her parents," Jeremy seethed. "Eva is strong and all these years she has helped us from The Company's eye, we should be grateful."
Meg inched uneasily on her foot. She felt an involuntary stab of jealousy. "Yeah…"
"Alright," Eva says, pacing around again, and then she stops, facing them all. "Don't worry about me, I will get rid of her soon enough. But first… there is someone you must be aware of, his name is Peter Petrelli."
"I know him," Meg said. "Nathan Petrelli – the Senator that died – that's his brother, right?"
Eva nodded. "He is a powerful evolved human, and I have a feeling that soon enough he will gain what he has lost… and he will ruin us all. Either you get rid of him, or persuade him to join us. I know that he wants to do good, and I admire that."
"I can do it," Ben grunted.
"I'll come too," Jeremy supplied. Ben shot him a questioning look. "In case we need to flee, I'll be the quickest you'll ever get."
Ben nodded silently. "Okay, then," Eva said, looking up at the television which was now turned off. "That's settled."
"What of Sylar?" Meg asked. Ben and Jeremy glanced at Eva curiously.
Eva chuckled, though there was no warmth in it, only sheer amusement. "Oh, don't mind him, he is long gone," she said, smiling. "He is deluding himself into thinking he can change. He's no threat, he's nothing."
Meg bit her lip and nodded. "Oh – and did you see the news? Of the girl? I think she's one of us."
Ben looked at Eva. "Who is it, Eva?" he said quietly. "Who is the girl you've been so obsessed with? All she ever does is go home to her parents who are frail and ill, takes care of them. How is she any special?"
Meg said squeakily, "Oh. That's her?"
"Who is she, Eva?" Ben repeated, walking toward her.
There was a stretched silence. The only sounds were the rumble underneath where all the others were. Probably fighting with their newly acquired weapons. Eva stood, clad in black, her red wine lips and eyes staring at – if possible – all at them once. Then she spoke in her ethereal and cold voice, though this time her voice was laced with an odd affection, one Ben hadn't heard before –
"She's my sister,"
