A/N: So it's been awhile since I have been able to write, fact is I've been too lazy to write anything. I know it's a shitty reason, but I felt like maybe it is better to take a break and let my mind work on other things(School, work, girlfriend, 'Input excuse here'). So now basically, I have am revamped and ready to continue (and hopefully finish) this series. I'm graduated from high school now! And I'm doing college now too. I know, jump from one hell into another right? Anyways, bear with me for the first couple of chapters. We are just going to call Chapters 1-10 'Season 1'. That's what helped me kind of cope with being gone for so long. So without further ado, here's the first, I'm going to say 'episode' of Season 2. As always, we start with a quote.
2 months after the events of Season 1.
"I see the line, in the sand. Time to find out, who I am. Looking back to see where I stand, Evolution…" "… Unforgiving, unforeseen, Evolution."
"I quit, Oliver, I'm done. I can't do this anymore." A shaky voice in the darkness spoke, his voice sounded worse than mauled glass. The pattern of his voice was hard to follow, sentences started strong and then faded into the same darkness that concealed the identity of the speaker.
"You don't have control over that, you're done when I say you are done." The opposite voice spoke in retaliation, the elder nature of his voice and the dominant tone overshadowed the request for resignation. Fear was an innate quality of his. "I've done this before, just a few more Cliques and we should be out of the brush." Oliver's voice stressed against his cords as he seemed to pull something of great weight.
"Like I said, I'm done. What do we do with the body? Because I want no further involvements than I already have. It's already gone too far; this was never part of the plan." The younger shaky voice spoke back with a hint of confidence, but wouldn't dare overpower that of Oliver's.
"I love how you feel as though you have a say in the matter, do you not forget your debt to me, whether you like it or not, you're in the for the long haul kid." He started in a round of chuckles, a round of which the younger tone was not a part of. "Come on Cerberus grab a leg, you're not going to let this old man carry all this weight on his own are you?" Oliver's voice began to gain shape, soon a middle-aged man with a dire need for a shave, gray patches covered his facial features. The male was in his mid-40's, towering at about 6 feet 2 inches and was of medium build, muscular but not well-toned due to years of low activity. His silver-like hair gleamed in the light of the moon, a runny liquid trail of blood followed behind the blonde female they dragged on the ground. Cerberus covered his face, a ski-mask to cover his features.
"So who was she? I take it she wasn't someone important." Cerberus took his position and began pulling the dead weight.
"You don't get paid to ask questions, remember that. Besides, someone of your services doesn't need to worry themselves over the small stuff such who someone is. What is it you do again exactly?" Oliver stopped in his tracks for a moment. "I know you told me, but this mind doesn't work like how it used to." He continued pulling the female's leg.
"Mercenary work, contract killings here and there, simple contract, payment, and then repeat." Cerberus grunted and then set down the female; they were close to a body of water. "Here?" He asked, rolling the body towards the water.
"Yeah, this will be fine. You're free to go. Thank you for your help. You know, for a mercenary, you really have a kind heart. You don't find that too often in something like this." With that Oliver kicked the female into the water; her lifeless and bloodied body sinking to the depths and letting the current carry her on.
"You could say I'm new to the whole thing. I'm sure I'll be getting a call about the payment and more contracts soon?" Cerberus inquired more on his financial standings.
"Yeah, about noon tomorrow…" Oliver began to walk away in the opposite direction, something kept bothering him in the back of his mind, something he had to ask. "Oh and Cerberus, what is your real name?" The moon shined on the two, no sign of any buildings, or civilization. The wind blew softly on their features as the two stayed deadlocked in silence for minutes.
"…It's just Cerberus." He replied plainly.
"Like the three-headed dog? Certainly that can be just all of it." Oliver's patience grew shorter with each moment.
"…Like a dog, we grow loyal to our owners. We serve, protect, but never do so blindly. It's always nice to have more than one pair of eyes on a situation, which is where the three heads come in. Who really is in control? You? Or me? There's a reason why I am who I am. Three heads, three personalities. Just be sure you get the good one. This world isn't for the weak, you either evolve, or you perish." Cerberus took his leave, putting up two fingers and then nodding them in Oliver's direction. "You know how to find me old man." He laughed sarcastically as he faded into the darker side of the moonlight. "But, you won't have to look far, chances are, I'm watching you."
The dream turned to darkness as the sounds of droplets hitting the windowsill became the point of focus. Each drop different than the one before it, soft rumbles of thunder in the distance broke the periodic silence that filled Cerberus' abode. Turned with his head meeting the pillow facing nothing but a dim phone screen, Cerberus' eyes laid open, staring out into the darkness of the window, rain droplets being the only thing visible. A lazy hand came to rub against his sleepy features, brushing the sleep from his eyes he turned to the opposite side of his bed. '1:00AM huh?' he thought as he slammed the back of his head down on the damp pillow, the mold of where his head had been for the past few hours causing his head to sink slightly. He grunted to himself in the darkness, slow creaking sounds of the house settling was the only reply. Shaking the remaining cobwebs from his mind he sat himself up, swinging his feet to the side of the bed and then lowering them onto the floor. His body bore no clothing as he preferred to sleep naked, he never gave a reason, nor did he feel like he needed to have one, it was his house.
For the courtesy of whoever would see him he did throw on a robe, one that covered his well-toned core and other masculine features. His home remained the same, it was a reoccurring theme that it was always clean, same layout, same smell, and oddly enough, the same temperature throughout. Even in what was supposed to be thought of as the colder areas, it stayed room temperature. The only exception was the porch area, which due to the season; it was rather warm, even in the night.
Making his way to said porch area he swung the door open quickly, and then silently closing it behind him, trying to avoid making much noise which despite his efforts still awarded him a squeak when the door slammed shut. He cursed the inanimate object under his breath and took a seat on the surprisingly dry chair. A perfect view of the backyard, which minus the fountain in the center that failed to spew water, was rather bare. A few flowers and other miscellaneous vegetation were the majority to be seen, but the purpose for this visit wasn't to admire the blankness of his backyard. It was more focused on his one of many guilty pleasures, smoking.
Tucked away from sight was a black box with a few Cuban cigars in them, slots for what seemed like five with two missing already he pulled out what would be the third one. A lighter was also in the black box, a zippo lighter with a dog on it, the lighter was normal in the sense of what it looked like, other than the occasional battle scars a lighter took from constant drops and water damage. The cigar fit comfortably between his lips and his hands covered the end of the cigar as he lit it and took a few long drags, before eventually releasing the toxins into the open air. It's not that he wasn't aware of the dangers of smoking; it was more like he didn't care.
'One last job and you're out. Yeah, I've heard that shit way too many times. Now look where we are Oliver.' He thought to himself, continually taking drags from his cigar he thought back to the man who seemingly taught him everything he knows, but what exactly did he teach him? It wasn't morals, it certainly wasn't respect. Sometimes he questioned why he left that life, but then again what was that life to him? Was it just a passing chapter in his long story? Or something he would genuinely miss one day when he was too old to do the things he wished? His hand clinched tight at the thought of ever going back, a promise he was forced to keep, but the thought was always tempting.
"Hard time sleeping?" A soft feminine voice called from behind him, completely knocking him from his trance-like state of deep thought and dwelling on things of the past. "It's been two months and I don't think I've ever seen you smoke before. I guess you learn something new every day." The feminine voice continued, the voice was lazy and sounded as though it wasn't completely there.
"Vi, you don't need to worry about me. No one is going to hurt me if I decide to step out for a few moments." He turned to the female who stood in the doorway that separated the house from the porch. Her clothing was just as simple as his own, black tank top that concealed her feminine features very mediocrely and some short shorts than even made Cerberus give them a second look. Although her appearance was attracting, it didn't hold his attention for very long.
"I'm going to go on a limb and say that you had a few bad dreams. Either that or the stress is really getting to you. Is it about that one thing again?" She moved from the doorway and took a seat beside him, slowly easing herself into the situation and finding herself rather comfortable. A few cracks of thunder continued on behind them, lightning occasionally flashing to reveal both of their features then immediate darkness to conceal them once more.
"Yeah, it's been on my mind more and more recently. It's not easy to leave something that you've known your whole life. You know?" He paused for a moment before he waved a dismissive hand. "Who am I kidding? You don't have the slightest idea as to what I am getting at." He took another long drag from his cigar. "What would you know? You're an enforcer who puts people behind bars, but do you ever once think about the person you're putting there?" He looked out to the increasingly faster dropping rain.
She remained silent for a moment, not saying anything for what seemed like minutes. A few cracks of thunder filled the disturbing silence. "I actually can understand…" She spoke out, then again falling silent. "…It wasn't too long ago that I was the one behind the bars, or at least, on my way to it." She admitted, keeping her head mostly down, her pink hair falling over her features. "But, I do know that anyone who goes behind bars deserves to be there. If I were to look back on my life, I would say that I'd deserve it, and sometimes I believe that I still do." She admitted as well. Cerberus stayed quiet, letting her metaphorically spill herself to him.
The end of his cigar lit up in a small ember before smoke was released into the air, "Yeah, well I believe people can change. People can evolve over time; they can grow strong, smarter and be overall better than they were before." His voice was deep, and it followed a pattern of confidence. "People either evolve, or they perish. Those who are locked behind bars chose to perish, those who walk amongst us, chose to evolve." He finished the cigar and put out the remaining flame.
"What did you evolve from Cerberus?" Vi spoke softly, unsure of if she really wanted to hear the answer.
He didn't give an immediately reply, instead he stood to his feet and walked towards the doorway. Stopping before he vanished from sight. "Let's just say that there are something's that are better kept as secrets, and that there are also lines we should never cross. As time progresses I shall tell you more. Take it as a line drawn in sand, I can erase the old one and create a new one at will." He took a pause and then cleared his throat. "I still don't know if I can trust you yet. I've allowed you and your partner to live in my home. Take that for what it is." He slowly made his exit.
"But wait, you didn't answer my question…" Vi followed behind.
Knowing that she would follow he held up the palm of his hand to her, causing her to stop in her tracks, the hand wasn't meant in a violent manner, it was to halt any act of following him. "I believe the last time I checked, you were protecting me, not interrogating me. Good night Vi." With that he dismissed himself and closed the door to his room, leaving Vi to ponder his mysterious words.
Caitlyn whom had come in at the end of the conversation stood behind Vi, both of them sharing a room she had felt Vi leave the bed and went to investigate, as well as find a midnight snack. "What was that about?" The brunette asked curiously, oblivious the events and words exchanged.
"You know, I wish I could tell you. But honestly, I don't know." Vi turned to her partner, her head held down as she slowly retired to her own quarters, leaving Caitlyn in the midst of the situation, confused about her own personal feelings along with the ones about the client they swore to protect.
A/N: Alright so there we go, Chapter 11 (or if you want Season 2: Episode 1) As always Review, comment and Rate it. Trust me, it means a lot to have feedback from you guys. If you guys haven't noticed I changed my writing style just a little bit, because I want to give Cerberus a better feel as a character (I know some people hate him.) But I also want to appeal to those who do like him, I know this one female PM-ed me and she was completely ranting about Cerberus and how much she hated him (Which I laughed the whole time.) But as many people who hate him, there's a significant amount that love him and want to know his backstory. Now I know that the problem with many Fan fictions is that people make their OC's really overpowered as far as love interests go. I'm trying to find the balance between putting in Cerberus whom I find to pretty interesting(little biased 'cause I created him x3) I mean everyone knows Vi and Caitlyn, but if you're going to create someone, you have to give them depth and that's what I'm trying to accomplish here with these next few chapters. So give me some feedback on how I'm doing with the balance as well. I do believe that I'm doing a pretty good job, I have a whole history planned out for him and don't worry, you guys will get the sarcastic, funny, Cerberus that you're used to. (Some people will hate that.) But he does have a completely different side to him that I would like to bring out. Also I don't know if I said this before but there will be a character death in this series. I thought about it for a long time and there is going to be a character death with one of the main three dying. (Can you guess who?) Of course to please both sides of the spectrum I will write an alternate ending to this. Before the chapter with the character death I will warn you guys and you can choose to skip to the alternate ending instead, or you could read both. But be warned, I don't believe in happily ever afters. :D Shout out to Motorhead for the song 'Line in the sand' which I had on replay the entire time I was writing. Until next time guys. See ya :D