okay so this is how this chapter was written.

Me: huh I'll get on my fanfiction, don't think I've done that for a while

PS3: Nooooo play me~

Xbox: No ME! I have Skyrim

Tv: WATCH ME!

Me: how long has it been since I updated, lets see...TWO MONTHS!? #$*&%$

And that his how I started. This took me all day cause T.O.M. decided to pay me a week long visit starting today and my nephew needed a butt load of help with Mass Effect and then wanted food so it took a pathetically long time and I'm ashamed that it took so long.

But it's done now, sorry for any mistakes I'll probably fix them later though probably not.

R&R and Enjoy (not necessarily in that order.)

The soft crunching of leaves, wisps of wind, and the dragging of heavy metal through the dirt were the only sounds in the dead forest. Even the trees were not free from the decay and degradation the darkness brought. They still stood, but barely. The tall thin trunks were chipped away but there were enough of them for one to know that it was once a dense forest full of life. Now it is only a dense dead area of old thing trees and murky fog.

A soft grunt left the lips of the assassin as he jumped down from his perch on the top of a toppled over tree that was held up by another more stubborn tree. He dusted himself off and took a silent jog to his other two companions who were stiffly standing and waiting. As he ran up he gave a smile to the shape shifter who pushed off from leaning on a tree with his arm crossed over his chest and smiled back.

"How'd it go?" Alex asked drawing the full attention o Pyramid head. His large metal helmet turned with surprising ease as he regarded Desmond return and his lack of injury. Desmond nodded to them and got to business.

"I didn't risk getting close enough to see the apple, but there is a large concentration of them in the back of the cemetery. Several of them are walking around aimlessly acting as a guard I guess." He sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "There were a lot of them though. Like Alessa said, at least ten but maybe more."

"Shit." Alex hissed. "Not going to be as easy as we thought." Desmond looked at him like he was insane.

"You thought this was going to be easy at all?"

"Well..." Alex smirked and adjusted his jacket. "It is me remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. So how are we going to do this?"

The two of them took a moment of silence letting Pyramid Head get in a few small grunts trying to add to the conversation. Alex looked Desmond over to ensure that he wasn't harmed with new or past injuries. When he was satisfied with his observation he walked up and slung his arm over his shoulder.

"Plan is the same as before. You go around and snag your fruit of doom while Pyramid and I get their attention. Simple as that."

"Those things will over power you two." Desmond argued.

"Then move fast and get the apple before that happens." Alex patted his shoulder and gave him a small shove in the direction of the cemetery. "Go get into a good vantage point and we'll make some noise in a few minutes." Desmond sighed and nodded. He turned around and braced his hands on the tree trunk in order to jump up. But was stopped by Alex's hand on his elbow and a gentle tug that pulled him to his chest.

"Just be careful alright?" Alex said softly. Desmond smiled and placed a small kiss on his lips.

"Is that gushing sentiment I hear?" He chuckled making Alex smirk and push him again.

"Must be your imagination I'm just tired of saving your ass."

"Saving me?" Desmond jumped up to the high tree and mock glared down at Alex. "Pretty sure were even on the saving of asses here."

"Nah, I'm sure I've got a few on you." Pyramid Head started walking to the starting point with Alex in tow.

"We'll see about that Mercer." Desmond laughed as he disappeared in the trees.

"Yes we will Miles." Alex chuckled lightly and got ready for his fun.

Desmond slipped along the branches be sure that all of his foot placement was in the safest place possible. With all of his experiences with his ancestors, tree climbing wasn't the strongest point for him. In Altair's time tree's were almost never seen and he never even tried to climb one. As for Ezio there were a few times but not enough to leave a full impression. So he was being as careful as possible while being as silent as he could. He got as close as he could without gaining any attention. A high tree with some thick branches just outside of the cemetery is where he perched himself. The fog limited his vision still but he was just low enough to see the ground.

With a slow blink the world became black and white. He looked down and saw a series of red bodies slowing dragging their feet around. Desmond grit his teeth in anxiety and looked around the perimeter of the cemetery and saw two bodies of blue walking up from the south. The red bodies froze at their appearance and just watched them get closer.

Pyramid Head took point and dragged his sword around him, cutting deep into the earth, and pulled his head back in an ear splitting deep howl. The red bodies swarmed with their smaller knives and spears ready for the charge. Each letting it's own less impressive howl gaining more attention from the large mass of red further in. They parted from their closeness and Desmond was able to count out ten of them easily. He cursed under his breath and took a head count of the enemy.

"Fifteen...maybe sixteen... fuck." Desmond groaned lightly and stood form his perch. All the the fakes were now focused on Alex and Pyramid Head giving Desmond his opening. Soundlessly he dropped to the ground and hid behind a tomb stone. He looked over his cover and saw he drew no attention. With a quick breath and a stern hand he jumped out of his hiding spot and expertly made his way to his golden target.

Alex laughed when Pyramid Head made their presence noticed with his howl. He watched as all of the fakes froze in place then suddenly charged at them full force. With a blood thirsty grin he summoned his claws and his full body armor. He looked down at his mutated clawed hands and chuckled at the thought that in this form he looked as if he was from Silent Hill.

"How can he still be with me after all he knows of me...?" Alex mused quietly.

A shriek of pain and the sound of something wet got his attention back into the fight and looked up to see Pyramid Head with his big knife stabbing into one of the fakes bringing it to it's knees. Alex ducked as a spear lunged at his head. He grabbed the base and used his attacker momentum to pull him forward and off balance. The added weight with his own strength forcing his claws forward made the fakes muscled chest seem like butter. He tore his claws from the fake, cutting out from the ribs, and jumped to avoid several more attacks.

He was used to fighting large mindless numbers but the fakes had more force in their attacks and clearly worked better together than Greene's hunters ever did. Alex looked over his shoulder and saw his companion was having as much luck as Alex was. Both started off strong with a good kill but now that all of the fakes had made their way over the constant powerful attacks were putting them on the defensive. Alex used his mutated buster fists to slam one of the fakes that was coming up oh Pyramid Head's back, in the helmet causing a loud groan with a metal clang.

The Executioner of Silent Hill looked back at him and gave a nod before turning his attention back at their opponents. Alex pulled out his one big blade and sliced at some of them to get some distance and even placed a decent cut on one of their chests but it only deterred them slightly. Looking at their surrounding he hissed and cursed realizing that in almost all directions he saw the fakes. He counted out a total of sixteen fakes including the freshly dead one.

"Don't let them surround us or we're fucked!" Alex yelled and kicked a fake back to stop them form forming a circle around them. Pyramid Head gave his own distinctive growl and lifted his blade up horizontal with the flat side facing the fakes. He charged forward and pushed the fakes back just enough to throw them off balance and sling his knife. Two of them fell to the ground and the one closest to the tip of the knife during the push was now in two pieces on the ground letting out gurgling sounds until it stop all action.

The walking virus was very surprised at the display of pure power. He knew his companion was strong but forcing two of them to the ground while slicing one in two was a feat to see giving the fact that he could push one back with some difficulty. He could pick up a car but the cars didn't move and constantly try to grab at him in return with either bone crushing hands or sharp knives. A few cuts wouldn't hurt him normally but that was only cause a few guards would be absorbed and take care of the issue of blood loss. After the side effects when he absorbed those two small fires back at the hotel he sure as hell was not taking the chance of what he might do if he took in one of these fakes.

"Better hurry Little Birdie." Alex mumbled and making sure they kept all the fakes attention. "We can't keep this up forever."

Desmond slowly walked between the tomb stones and statues his expression stern and solid. His left hand was held out a bit further than the other hand from his side, ready to strike at a moments notice. His gold eyes scanned every corner as he passed and got closer and closer to his destination. Where the mass of fakes were before was apparently a large pavilion with a pedestal in the center. Why Alessa had put the apple here was beyond him but he had no time to debate over it.

The sounds of a bloody battle ran in the distance and he fought not to turn and look the the scene. Instead he pushed ahead and entered the pavilion. A very familiar hum entered his chest as he got closer to the pedestal. A soft glow of gold's and whites started to emit from the small dip in the center of the pedestal. With a few more steps Desmond was standing before the stone pedestal looking down at their reason for staying in Silent Hill for so long. He looked at the apple in distaste knowing it was the cause for so many of his problems but sighed heavily and reached to pick it up.

"As much as I fucking hate you, I'd hate it worse if someone else used you to gain their own ambitions." Desmond said as his fingers could almost feel the apples' warmth but he heard a shuffle and froze. He pushed his hand forward and against the far rim of the pedestal and jumped over it in a front flip narrowly avoiding a long spear about to impale him.

"Guess you managed to slip away." Desmond hissed in irritation and pain as he felt a sting from his side but didn't feel the excess warmth from bleeding. He took his stance in a crouch with his left hand out to the side and spit out a few Arabic curses. The fake held the spear out ready to fight as they circled the pedestal waiting for the other to make a move. A long slice was still bleeding across it's chest but it was clearly not bothered by it. Desmond knew he was at a disadvantage given his close range hidden blade and the fake's long range spear. The only way he could win was to eliminate the long range weapon. "Sorry pal. I've already been stabbed by one of those recently and I'd rather not take another thanks."

The fake let out a gurgled growl and stabbed his spear forward with one hand. Desmond side stepped it and caught the base under his right arm letting his hidden blade out and bringing the superior metal down on the dwindled wood. The wood didn't cut clean but made enough of a break for Desmond to spin with the end of the spear still pinned under his arm and snap it off using the fake's solid hold.

Both pieces of the spear fell to the ground uselessly and the fake made a grab for Desmond. The Assassin stepped out of his reach and grinned.

"Something wrong stronzo?" Desmond's voice thick in an Italian accent. "I don't have time to play fingere." Desmond waited for it to lunge again. When it did Desmond stepped up onto the top of the pedestal and used the height to step onto the helmet and flip to stand behind the fake. Before it could turn and grab him the Assassin pulled back his wrist and released the blade. He pushed it forward and up under the back of the helmet's harness. Blood gushed from the head wound letting Desmond know he hit his mark. He kept the blade in place until the fake stopped moving and pulled his hand back with a sickening slick noise. His hand was now covered in the fake's filthy black red blood as well as the blade but the worth in it was clear as the hulking body fell to the floor.

Desmond regarded the body for a moment until the blood started to pool around under the helmet. Satisfied that is was no longer an issue he moved back over to the now blood splashed pedestal. With his clean right hand he picked up the pulsing gold piece of eden and felt the energy flow into the limb and throughout his body.

He squeezed it in his tan hand and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he felt the pain in his side vanish as well as every ache and pain. He glared up at the continuing sounds of battle and went into a full force run. He used the tombstones as stepping stones and climbed around the statues as they got in his way.

"FUCK!" Alex yelled as one of the fakes grabbed him from behind and pinned him to his chest. He morphed large spikes out of his back and arms but even as a fountain of blood fell onto his back it did not let go. The spikes receded only to be forced out harder cutting right through the limbs and poking out the other side of the arms. It's grip faltered but didn't relent. Alex let out a long line of curses as the other fakes advanced on him ready to cut him to pieces.

The fake holding him screeched in pain and Alex could feel something lightly cutting into his back with only the tip. He pulled out of the fake's hold and slammed his mutated fists at the others making them fall back slightly. Alex used the chance and looked at the fake that was now covered in it's own black red blood as it fell to the ground with a gaping hole in it's back. Pyramid Head had stabbed his blade into the fake just enough to make it let go and not stab through Alex.

"If I knew you wouldn't give me indigestion I'd consume you just so I could fucking pull off shit like that." He laughed but Pyramid Head merely turned back to his opponents. Alex sliced at a few more of them as he steadily started to feel the weight of his own body dawn on him. His exhaustion was catching up with him slowly but steadily. The lack of proper consuming with the increases in adrenaline from both stressful and recreational activities as well as the fighting were taking their tole one the raging virus of New York. He shook of his exhaustion and took a head count.

Both him and Pyramid Head had taken down one opponent each at the start of the fight and even with the difficulty in numbers they made some progress since. Pyramid got two more since the first kill and Alex had only gotten one more since his first. He growled as he side stepped another spear and made three deep gashes in the attacking arm. Alex remembered his first count was sixteen total, and after the few kills they managed they had five dead leaving eleven opponents.

"Wait a fucking second..." Alex quickly counted all the bodies around him, eliminating Pyramid Head from the count. "Why am I only counting ten standing... where is the one I sliced on the chest?" Alex's eyes grew wide as he realized the one he cut had slipped away. As much as he wanted to run after Desmond he knew that would only pin Pyramid Head to a dart board and draw some of the to Desmond anyway. Rage filled his veins at the thought of one of these things causing harm to Desmond again.

Summoning his one armed large knife he pushed muscle into his legs and jumped up. He pulled the blade back behind his head and grabbed a spike jutting out of the side with his other hand and pulled the blade down with his falling force and sliced right through the fake standing in front of him. He landed on one knee and swapped back to the claws on one hand and a shield in the other.

"There are nine left Pyramid!" He yelled over the sound of the howls and gurgles even though he had no idea of Pyramid Head had any concept of general math or numbers. He got the usual grunt/growl in return that was distinct from the other sounds coming from the impostors. One of said fakes managed to slam into Alex's defense and sent him back several steps giving a the perfect opening to another gaining the perfect chance. With a jab of his knife he sliced into Alex's arm drawing blood and pushing him back further until he fell back against a tree.

Alex cringed at the blood dripping from the cut and glared through his bio massed mask at the fakes that started to crowd him. He knew he was in a bad position right now and glanced at Pyramid Head futilely. The large muscled man of punishment was too far and too occupied by the fakes to assist. Alex grit his teeth and receded his bio massed armor. Sending extra muscle into his legs Alex jumped up into the air and then put his hands together above his head making a series of large and small spikes form. He dove to the ground and stabbed his spiked hands into the earth and in moments huge spikes rose out of the ground and pierced through the three fakes in front of him making them rise from the ground as they were impaled.

"How's that for power." Alex snarled. A few of the shorter spikes managed to work their way over to Pyramid Head's attackers and spook them enough to step back and distance themselves from their wanted kills and one another. Pyramid Head looked at the spikes that dusted around his feet but didn't touch his person. He helmet turned from side to side comically trying to figure out what happened knowing that Alessa had nothing to do with this type of display. His helmet finally looked over to Alex who grinned back. "Don't worry Pyramid I'm not much one for friendly fire."

Alex looked back to his opponents as well as Pyramid Head and saw that the remaining six had surrounded him and the only thing keeping them back currently were his spikes. Which were slowly trying to recede. Pyramid Head made his way over to Alex and let out a weak grown from clear exhaustion.

"I know what you mean. I can't keep this shit up much longer." Alex breathed hard and fought to keep his focus. Once these spikes fell he would be useless in this fight unless he consumed 'd have some indigestion at first but could fight, once the indention went away... the side effects could be anything. If armless acid spitting all skin women monster in stiletto heels could force him into a lust frenzy then he sure as hell didn't want to find out what these things could make him do.

The six fakes froze and looked around for a moment making Alex leer at the curiously and Pyramid Head tense. The soft sound of sliding metal was there for only a second before it was consumed my silence. Then a loud thud made them almost jump. They all looked off to the side at one of the fakes who had fallen to it's knees. It's head slowly shifted around, making look as if it was dizzy, and then just fell to the side motionless. The fakes looked at it curiously pulling everyone attention to the now dead body.

Another thud was heard from the opposite side. Everyone's head snapped to the other side and saw another new dead body of a fake. Alex didn't know what was going on but fought to keep the spikes up to keep whatever was going on away from them.

Thud.

Thud.

Pyramid now stood at his full height with his knife in one hand at his side and turned around to see two fakes dead, both with knife sticking out of their necks, and only two fakes left alive in front of them. The fakes seemed to panic and look around for the cause of everything. A shuffling was heard and they turned to look at a tall statue of an angel. They looked around at what they could see and nothing looked out of place. A soft whistle rang from above making all of them look up pointlessly at the top of the statue only to see part of it's torso before the fog was to much blocking the rest from view.

The fakes continued to look up and try to see the issue. They slowly moved closer and that's all that was needed.

With a steady leap a body fell from the top of the angel, ironically wearing a white hood, and landed on the top of the metal helmets of the fake, one foot down on one and his knee on the other, and stabbed a spear through each of the grates on the side that were used for sight. The surprise of the attack froze the bodies under his feet as he jumped off their helmets and landed gracefully in front of Pyramid Head and Alex. The two watched as the bodies fell to the ground with spears sticking out of the eye pieces.

Alex was still kneeling on the ground, even though the spikes had long receded, as he looked at the aftermath of his lovers display. Desmond pulled down his hood and smiled at the two of them. Pyramid Head was the first to move and nodded his helmet covered head with a soft groan. Alex slowly stood on tired legs. He looked at Desmond and saw the fresh blood on his person but could tell he was fine. He looked at him expectantly making the Assassin smile and fish something out of his pocket. He held up the gold ball with a satisfied smile.

"Got it."

Alex grabbed his outstretched wrist and pulled Desmond against him in a heated kiss. His hand was on the back of his head and around his waist as he forced his tongue into Desmond's mouth pulling a moan from the Assassin's throat. He could feel the Apple against his back as Desmond pulled him closer. His hand on the shape shifters' neck. They pulled back breathlessly and smiled at one another.

"I couldn't see a damn thing you were doing and yet it still turned me on." Alex grinned making Desmond chuckle lightly and pull back. "I liked the little skydive. So tell me, was that you or the fruit of doom there?" Alex glanced at it. Desmond shook his head and put the apple away in his backpack.

"Believe it or not that was all me, the apple glows too bright when it's used. Fog or no once I got close enough they'd see me so I had to get creative."

"Not going to lie that was fucking impressive." Alex let out a few more hard breaths before relaxing. "The two of us had trouble taking them out, but that was because of the numbers mostly."

"Understandable." Desmond nodded in understanding and looked at one of the dead fakes. "If there were anymore of them they would have been too close together to kill without being noticed. The fog did help." He looked back at Alex concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, mostly." Alex sighed and shifted his neck to try and work out a small kink. "Just out of energy, haven't consumed anything since...well you know." Desmond bushed lightly at the memory and coughed into his fist. Don't worry, once we deal with this church we can get the hell out of here."

Desmond walked up to Alex and pulled one of the shape shifter's arms over his shoulder by his hand and held his waist taking most of the other man's weight on his own person.

"Lean on me for a bit then." Desmond twisted his hand to hold Alex's hand more firmly over his shoulder. Alex smiled faintly and gave the other's hand a small squeeze letting him take his weight, glad or the help. Now that he had a moment to relax the exhaustion hit him harder, for the first time in a long time Alex was actually feeling tired enough to want to sleep.

"Sorry big guy, I'd offer you a shoulder too but he's heavy enough as it is." Desmond joked with Pyramid Head who in turn shook his head and let out a few small huffs that sounded almost like a laugh. "Maybe we should head back to the hospital so you two can rest, not like those church goers are going anywhere. Not to mention that the Darkness can't last much longer."

Neither of the other men wanted to admit their own limits but accepted Desmond's idea and took the shortest rout back to the hospital with Pyramid Head in the lead.

Translations:

Stronzo - asshole
Fingere - Fake/impostor

So there we go, I'll probably start to work on the next chapter soon, I can't believe that I waited so long to get to work on this.

Either way I hope you liked it, also this story hasn't been getting many reivews lately people! R&R Where is the love for the writer?