Stuff: I apologise for being temporarily gone. I'm currently writing two new pieces for two different genres on fanfic and also I went on holiday coz I'm great like that. Anyway, this chapter has probably got a touch of X-men mutation about it coz I just watched the whole series and it was brilliant. Don't worry, it won't be like the butterflies grow claws and slash everyone...just one of the butterflies has been mutated so it's poi...just read the story HAHA!!! If you don't like X-men, then this story won't affect you...if you like X-men, this story won't affect you either...ANYWAY!!!...there is also a small dedication to one of the most silliest songs I've ever heard that came from the 1950s era, see if you can spot it (Lol, Where's Wally?) -_-, that was random so one with the show!!!

Peter frowned as he sat in the passenger seat of Olivia's car with Allan and Rebecca sitting behind him. Both of the virus survivors sat very distantly from each other, Rebecca still wary of Allan and her found knowledge of what he ordered his friend to do to her. "You do know about Mark, don't you?" Peter asked sternly.

Allan raised a brow and asked, "Did something happen to him?"

Olivia took over the conversation, getting straight to the point, and also because she could tell that Peter was getting agitated over the whole mysteriousness of the case. "Mark Young was found dead on top of a car outside ExtenzaLife. He was discovered having various gashes along his body with no explanation, nor was there a reason for him to jump from the window." Olivia glanced up to watch Allan's face turn from confusion to understanding. "Doctor Bishop told us about this…" Olivia thought about the type of toxin that Walter described to her. "…this psychoactive mix that a type of toad…"

"Bufo alvarius." Allan blurted out. Rebecca glanced at him through the corner of her eye. Peter turned his whole neck around to face the disheveled man in the backseat with curiosity written across his face whilst Olivia repeatedly flickered her eyes from the road ahead to him in the mirror above. Vipor looked at everyone guiltily but with a mischievous glint in his eye and continued with a stutter, "I-it's a rare amphibian that h-has a toxic chemical laced in it's usual poison glands that causes anything that threatens them to hallucinate various events before they die. I helped manufacture its poison into a stable yet powerful hallucinogen."

Peter lunged across the car and punch Vipor in his face. "You idiot! That was the exact toxin that killed your buddy Mark. So are you just leading us on a goose chase to find a dead body?"

"I didn't expect George to sell the potion to MassiveDynamic. But I don't blame them on using it on Mark. He was a shifty guy who couldn't be trusted with our secrets, and he wanting to get a high ranking job just made him more suspicious." Peter told him that George Morales also was killed by the poison but Vipor just shrugged. "L-look, I only made the thing stable enough to be used by human, I don't know anything about the victims and why they were killed. I didn't really like George that much anyway. He wanted Felix as soon as Jason's infection became known to him, but I told him that the only way he can get the birds venom was to get himself killed." Allan crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair, frowning.

Rubbing the kink in his neck, Peter turned back around to face the front. "Why do we have to see Mark anyway?"

"If he is still in the morgue, then we should be able to get his key."

"Key to what?" Rebecca asked surprisingly. Allan smiled, pleased that she asked him something instead of giving off vibrant cold waves of hatred.

"His butterfly room."

"You've gotta be kidding me? Are you serious?" As shocked as his voice, Peter's eyes were as wide as saucers.

"It's not full of live butterfly's, if that was what you were thinking." The young Bishop man in the front seat lowered his eyelids. "He has this special room in his house which he has all his precious rare butterfly's in. I don't know why he has an interest in them but it's extremely lucky for me to be his friend."

"So we have to get a key off a dead body and then go to the dead body's home to get dead butterflies which will do…what exactly?" Rebecca queried mockingly.

Vipor looked at her and answered matter-of-factly, "Make a bird dead."

Olivia's car rolled smoothly up the driveway of Young's house after they retrieved the man's butterfly room key from his right sock. "Not that it was strange or anything to get a key from a sock worn by a man who had been recently killed, but what makes it so special?"

Vipor gave them all a cheeky smile. "I'll show you."

After not being disturbed for more than a week, dust had finally begun to settle permanently on the oak tables and intricate ornaments scattered through Mark Young's home and the foreign sounds of new footsteps tapping gentle against the hardwood echoed throughout the house was alien, the old house becoming unused to the footsteps after a short time of being apart from noise. "Down here." Allan purposely strode across the hard floor towards one of the rooms on the opposite end of the house, his dark suit making him more like a shadow with his unheard footsteps. He stopped just outside a closed off room. "Here it is!" He exclaimed obviously.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Do you think anything will be in there besides the butterflies?"

Vipor scoffed sarcastically. "Mark wasn't too bright a fellow so I doubt he would booby-trap the place." Slowly but surely Vipor unlocked the door with a deafening click against the silence and pushed it open, revealing a room which didn't seem to have seen daylight, or any light in that matter, in quite some time. The switch for the rooms light popped out of its socket once the door had released its pressure on it and activated the various lights dotted about the ceiling.

"Oh, my God." Olivia gasped, her frame sliding past Vipor with ease, her gun raised just in case. As everyone entered, the butterfly relics that hung eerily on every inch of space on the walls seemed shimmer with every step they took. Rebecca shook her shoulders, thinking that the small angelic insects were fluttering their wings in attempt to escape but concluded it was just her own shadow playing light tricks on her. "Look at this."

Peter wandered across to his female agent companion, still mesmerized by the vast collection hanging on the walls, and questioned her. Olivia pointed to the small frame directly in front of her. Inside was a very large and majestic red winged Monarch butterfly. Its usual breeds trademark orange and brown colour had been altered and changed into black and red. "It looks like it's been experimented on, don't you think?" Olivia nodded silently and gazed deeper into the vibrant red patterns on the insect's wings.

Peering over their shoulder, Vipor laughed. "No, no, that's its real colour." The two observers turned around for a following explanation. "It's still a Monarch but it seemed to have mutated whilst still in the cocoon, which is lucky for us."

"What do you mean 'lucky for us'?" Peter questioned.

"This butterfly is one of two super bugs that is able to poison and kill even the largest on its predators, which is sometimes the falcon."

Rebecca frowned at one of the displays and turned to look at Allan as well. "Where's the other one then?"

"Mister Young was fortunate to have documented and filmed the other butterfly and captured its death and the animal that ate it death too." Rebecca made a look of disgust. Vipor chuckled lowly. "Don't worry, it died peacefully…just a few convulsions."

"Can we go now?" Rebecca asked queasily.

Olivia agreed they leave and snatched up the Monarch's frame before Allan could. The Englishman looked at her with slightly vehement eyes with gave off a wave of strong curiosity. "I'll keep it safe. It's just better I have it than you." Allan smirked and left. Peter brushed lightly past her but stopped once he felt her hand on his arm. "We're practically going to kill an animal; don't you feel anything about that?"

"I won't be the one killing it, so no." Peter continued his return back to the green car waiting outside leaving Olivia to contemplate about whether or not she should keep the butterfly. Her love for animals was too high to allow even the dreaded falcon named Felix to die.

Down the hall she heard Allan reply to something unheard by Peter. "…the butterfly should be an enticing treat for Felix, better than peanuts coated in cyanide, if you ask me." Olivia clutched the butterfly closer to her chest and hoped she was doing the right thing.

Meanwhile back at Walter's lab, the said man was catching up on a few Z's when his computer began to whir into life and disturb him. Walter rubbed his eyes tiredly and sauntered over to the offending computer, gazing into it's screen. He had received an email from Peter. "Hello, Peter." The eccentric man greeted the email with a smile and read it quietly.

Walter, what do you know about poisonous Monarch butterflies? Red with black edged wings and black body. Tell me when we get back.

Walter's grin spread into a very, very cheerful smile. "Some dinner for Felix, I presume, Peter?"

See, that wasn't too bad. The mutation was just a poisonous butterfly, nothing too serious. I probs made some people a bit wary of this fic if they didn't like X-men. Hehehe, did you spot the lyric? If you did, kudos to you and your love for random music...if you didn't, I won't be like other people and say review to find out so I'm just going to tell you in this random memo that I like putting at every end of my chapters. The song is Poisoning Pigeons in the Park by Tom Lehmr (I think that's how you spell his last name) and the lyric in the story was "Peanuts coated in cyanide" A subtle lyric but I thought it was fun to put it in.
Later Taters...and if want (well, I want you to but it's up to you) review :D