The gold and orange figure flitted down the hallway of the Assassin's Bureau. Her green faceplate shined momentarily in the fire light before she curled up into a ball and rolled silently down the hall to an open door. When she uncurled from her ball, she crouched to peek through the crack in the door.

"Mission Control," She whispered, "I have located the target."

"Roger that, Samus." A voice crackled, "Take her out."

Samus smiled inside of her helmet, and was about to bust open the door, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun and began to charge her gun. However, the green armored creature before her already had a laser pointed at her head.

Alex adjusted the Spartan Laser on her shoulder, rhythmically holding and releasing the trigger to keep it on a constant charge.

"Samus Aran... The first of many. To fail..." Alex said and smirked behind her faceplate, because Samus could TOTALLY see that.

Samus released the charge on her gun and looked around for an escape route. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a beautiful chance. It was a rainbow colored orb, bouncing around the ceiling. Like lightning, she jumped into the air, tucking into a ball, and hitting the orb several times. It broke, and Samus reveled in the power that flowed through her. Alex looked up at the glowing bounty hunter in astonishment. But before she could think to move, Samus landed before her and performed her Zero Laser. A great blue ball appeared at her gun and expanded, filling the Spartan's vision and blinding her. Suddenly, she screamed as the incredible pain filled ever part of her body, as though every nerve ending was touched by a searing rod. Then, she felt nothing. As the laser trailed away from her, Samus stood and sighed. Her armor powered down, and she felt it release from her body. She shook off some stray pieces and shook out her blond her. With a weary eye, she surveyed the damage. The hall way was no more, and she could see the city of Damascus beyond, a path through it burned by the laser. Before her, there was a smeared spot where Alex used to be, and behind her, the door slammed open, and Lanyalia stood framed in the light. Altair appeared behind her. Samus grimaced at them, quicker than thought, she pulled out her whip and slashed through Lanyalia's stomach. Lanyalia collapsed, holding her bleeding stomach, but looking oh-so-beautiful. Samus smirked at Altair and jumped away. He looked after her for a moment, an odd expression on his face.

"Mission Control?" She said, sounding miserable. She ran quickly over the rooftops, more agile than Altair could ever be.

"Don't worry about it, Samus. You've managed to delay it. That's what matters. Come back to base."

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Altair brought Lanyalia into his arms, holding her bridal-style, and looked at her bleeding stomach.

"You'll be fine." He cooed into her ear. It was only a flesh wound, and would probably leave an attractive scar.

Lanyalia opened her purple eyes, which flashed gold with the pain. "Al-Altair... Is that you...?" She whispered.

Slowly, Lanyalia's demon genes kicked in, and the wound healed quickly, leaving an extremely attractive scar that was in the shape of the crescent moon. Altair gasped.

"Lanyalia!" He whispered. She looked up at him, the gold fading from her eyes as the pain subsided. "You're... You're the prophesied one!"

"What...?" She said, looking at the scar.

"Yes! You're :insert bullshit prophesy here:!"

Lanyalia looked at him. "No! I don't want this power! No! I just want to get back to the real world! Even if my father beats me, and all the people at my school hate me-"

Dragonbater: Wait... in the last chapter, you made it seem like she was born in the Middle East, and suddenly, she's the Hot Topic Chick from the chapter before...
Dargon: :shrugs: I'm just trying to keep up with the Sue Theme. It's for continuity.
Dragonbater: ... Wait, what?

Suddenly, a great griffin appeared before Lanyalia and began to nudge her gently with its black beak. It had eyes that matched hers, and an amulet around its neck that matched hers as well.

"It's okay, Skull." She whispered to it. "I'm okay..."

Altair stumbled to his feet and drew his blade, looking at the griffin warily. "What is that thing?!"

Lanyalia looked at him, and getting up, she smiled. "Oh, this is my demon pet, Skull. He's a griffin cyborg of epic proportions!"

Altair sighed and held his head. "You certainly have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, milady... that's for sure..."

Lanyalia jumped quickly onto the griffin's back. "Now... :Insert (not so) awesome threat/challenge/epic statement here:."

The End.