I know the previous few chapters were shorter than most other chapters I wrote, but it's because of school stuff and the fact that readers might get angry at me for updating so late. But when spring break comes (which is in 1 more week for me), I'll make a longer chapter… this chapter sadly is the length of the previous ones, but next one might be longer. Enjoy.

Chapter 13: Jankowski

We tried taking the elevator from the previous room… but boy we were out of luck. The elevators were offline for some reason. Probably a surviving Armacham employee just turned it off so no one can kill them… because Alma and Fettel wouldn't have done that; they would use elevators to kill people that went inside. And Replica Soldiers would have used elevators regularly so it couldn't be them either.

We went back to where we saw the Replica soldiers coming to kill us. They actually came from the next room… They somehow blew a huge hole on the wall and proceeded this way. The hole actually led to the stairs! That was awfully convenient…

The staircase was… filled with blood though. In fact there was still blood dripping from the walls. And even worse the blood was on the ceiling as well. There was a lot dripping from them too… By the time we got to B5, we saw a HUGE pile of corpses, some bodies of SFOD-D soldiers, ATC security, ATC employees, and even Replica soldiers. The pile was so big it could even compare the size of a book shelf. That would've somewhat explained the reason why this place was so messy…

We descended one more flight of stairs…

We're almost there Richard… hang in there…

As I was, the stairs suddenly broke as I stepped on it.

"DASH!!" Holiday shouted at me as I fell down. He tried to reach down and catch my hand, but with no luck. I fell down to what felt like a bottomless pit… I landed with a loud thud and everything became darker…

I suddenly woke up in a small room. I didn't have my rifle with me… this room was completely empty, with an exception of a door. I rushed to try and open it… but it was locked. I tried kicking it open but the door didn't budge one bit.

I felt hopeless… I rested my head against a wall… not knowing what to do.

That was until I heard footsteps coming towards the door. I got ready and walked towards it. I leaned right next to it in case anything entered. But that was when I remembered my rifle was gone… damn it…

While I was alert on the door, something disappeared from the corner… I couldn't quite get what it was so I decided to check it out. But I soon changed my mind… if it already disappeared, why take a look?

I turned back, and Alma was there, just three inches far from me.

I panicked a bit and leaned to the corner. She approached me… closer and closer…

"I know who you are."

She reached out her hand for my throat. As the hand got closer… she turned into the teenage Alma… the one I saw at Mrs. Freddericks' house. She was chocking me again… but not for long. She then threw me aside to the opposite wall, where I banged my back on it. I got back up and tried to defend myself this time… But she was lightening quick. She was right in front of me and hit my face. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would…

But while I was still down she stepped on my chest. She was pressing it really hard. I tried to let go but she just kept squeezing it even harder as I kept struggling.

"Mother… please… let me do my part too…" I heard Fettel as he came in from the door too.

Alma said nothing, and she simply left the room, but not after glaring at me for a few seconds. I was at least thankful she didn't kill me… at least for now.

"I won't bother you about your past, brother… I'll let you figure that out… but I cannot say that my mother… no, our mother would let your friends have the same mercy she gave you just now." He said as blood drooled from his mouth.

"You and Alma killed those people… not to mention my comrades, and even YOUR SOLDIERS with your own hands…!" I yelled at him angrily.

I tried punching him in the face but he blocked it, then he kneed me in the stomach and kicked me in the face.

"I am a little confused… those people are not killed by me… neither are my soldiers… Besides… they were like this anyway when I was here. It's a disappointment… not just that my soldiers are dead, but you're a lot weaker than the brother I thought you were." Fettel kept thrash talking.

"You can't fool me…!!! Don't lie to me!! I'm NOT your brother whatsoever!! And who else would kill those people other than you or Alma??" I got extremely pissed off and blurted that out of frustration.

"You'll find out sooner." He said as he began to disappear.

I walked out of the room quickly only to realize there were those spirit thing again that I fought last mission… those that Alma sent. I didn't have a weapon so I definitely couldn't use my fists, but they rushed at me pretty quickly and I had to act quick.

But when they got really close, they disappeared.

However, my rifle was still there, laying on the floor. I picked it up and proceeded. I was back at the stairs… I had to climb quickly. I had to find out if Richard and Holiday were okay.

I climbed pretty fast and B6 was right there for me already… I went inside and quickly checked around the first room… equipments and bodies of ATC security guards were all that was there. But I was aware of what might have happened if I went in without watching my back. I kicked the next door open…

Holiday was there, and he aimed his weapon straight at me.

"You're alive… just as I thought." He grinned and playfully punched me in the arm again.

"Sir, have you found Richard?" I asked.

"No… I had to deal with THESE guys over here." He said as he directed me towards a stack of corpses of Replica soldiers.

"You killed them by yourself?? Wow…" I commented.

"Let's move on, shall we?" He said something quite obvious and kicked the door ahead of us. The next room had crates and a desk with a pistol on it.

We did, however, hear moaning from the next room…

I opened the door quietly and saw Richard, coming in from the other side of the room while clutching his arm full of blood.

"Richard!! Are you alright??" I rushed towards him as he sat down.

"Dash… g…get out of here… this laboratory… is a killing zone…" Richard moaned as he kept struggling to fight the pain.

"Richard…!!! You're gonna be okay, just hold on!!" I encouraged him to stay strong.

"The F.E.A.R. operative Jankowski… he's… more than just… an ordinary person… he's super strong… take my word for it." Richard added when he suddenly looked shocked, "DASH!!! BEHIND YOU!"

I looked behind me, and there was a bald F.E.A.R. operative, about to rifle butt me on the head. I rolled out of his way and he only hit a crate instead.

"YOU'RE Jankowski…?" I questioned.

"Spen Jankowski… yes. But I now serve Alma… she's the one that brought me back to life… in exchange for me to serve her and Fettel… and believe me, it's great this way." He replied.

"So YOU killed those Delta force soldiers… you… YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

I knew I wasn't supposed to say that to an adult, but at times like this I lost my temper.

"Heh… Dash Parker… so now you're the F.E.A.R. Point Man huh? Well… when you see the F.E.A.R. Point Man someday, tell him to go to hell… the Point Man was the one who killed Fettel… and Alma would not forgive him for that. Besides, I never liked him myself anyway." Jankowski snapped as he pointed his submachine gun at me.

"Serving Alma for her mad quest for revenge is something bad, but hating the Point Man and killing our own comrades is despicable you bastard!" I angrily replied to his remark.

Holiday walked in too… he must have been checking what exactly would've been in that room with crates… there may have been something important.

"Jankowski… long time no see." Holiday sarcastically greeted.

"Hmph… well, if it isn't Holiday AKA my patrol partner from SFOD-D before I was transferred to F.E.A.R." Jankowski grinned and aimed his weapon at Holiday.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but if you insist, have it your way." Holiday replied and raised his weapon too.

I couldn't kill Jankowski… or let Holiday die. I had to do something about this… he may have been a total bastard doing all this, but if Alma was behind him killing other people then he must be stopped.

To be continued…

A weird chapter but more or less… by the way… I saved this when it was my BIRTHDAY! But I had a party and stuff so I couldn't submit it that day. But oh wells, that's that. R&R!