Chapter 14, let's see how this turns out.

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Venom Reasearch Facility Hallway 3-M

"Back down, I don't want to fight," commented Odin calmly, a hand on his stolen knife.

"Niether do I but seeing as where you stand in all this, I must," retorted Bill sharply, blaster at the ready.

Krystal couldn't break the silence charm that befell her, and she knew that if she got in the middle of this, then she was likely to die. Sean was watching, horrified, unable to speak. Fox however, was observing calmly, as if mildly interested at who would win. Bill felt a single bead of sweat fall down his cheek, while Odin was wondering the degree of combat he'd have to use.

No further delays occured, combat began in the space of a second, knife and bullet flared with soul-shocking force. Odin evaded the oncoming threat with so much ease that Bill flinched from suprise. Knife aiming for a vital vein in Bill's throat, the attacking member of the combat duo struck with such percision, that if Bill hadn't brought his gun up to his neck for protection, he'd most certainly be dead. But his gun snapped in two almost instantly, he was left without a weapon.

"H-H-How d-did...?" Bill stuttered, pieces of his broken weapon in hand. He could have sworn Odin had missed by a few inches.

"Look closer," was all Odin responded with.

Bill strained his eyes at Odin's knife, and he could have sworn he saw the faintest of auras extending past the tip. Just what the hell was this kid? Odin, meanwhile, was just suprised at his opponent's reaction time was enough to keep him alive during that last attack.

Krystal was flailing maddly vying for anyone's attention, she would kill Odin if he managed to live through getting out of here. Sean let his eyes wander to Krystal, who met his gaze and shook her head madly.

"What? This is no time for charades!"

Krystal was about to slap him two weeks into the past when an idea struck her. She tried to shake her head in a 'yes' motion.

"What? You WANT to play charades?"

Krystal continued to shake her head in a yes fashion. She hoped she remembered how to play, so she pointed at her ear.

"...sounds like?" *Odin evaded Bill's spare blaster*

Krystal frantically looked around for something that sounded like stop. When nothing came to mind *Bill sustained a small cut* she pointed to the ceiling.

"...ceiling?"

She was on the verge of pulling her hair out of her skull, but Krystal just shook her head no.

"...up...top?"

Krystal tapped her nose to show that was correct. *Odin nearly sliced Bill's ear off*

"...mop...crop....stop?" *Bill shot Odin in the shin, but only a grazing blow*

Krystal tapped her nose once more.

"Next word sounds like?"

The blue vixen raised her arm in a very cliche' muscleman pose. Ohhhh lord, she was going *Odin loses his knife* kill Odin for this.

"Strong...big...muscle...might?"

Krystal tapped her nose again, erratic over how slow this was going.*Odin starts using his fists and legs for combat*

"Stop...light...kite...fight?"

Krystal could kill them both without giving a second thought, she was that angry.*Bill gets socked in the nose*

"Wait...YOU WANT ME TO STOP THIS DAMN FIGHT? ARE YOU MAD WOMAN????!?!?!?"

Luckily Sean didn't have too stop it, Odin and Bill stopped cold when they heard the screaming.

"What's wrong Sean?"

"SHE WANTS ME TO KILL MYSELF BY STOPPING YOUR STUPID FIGHT!!!"

Odin looked momentarily shocked, like a deer in the headlights. A small motion of his left paw and Krystal felt her voice return.

"ODIN, BILL, STOP THIS FIGHT OR I'LL KILL YOU!!!" with that sudden outburst, Krystal darted forwards at blinding speeds, a blur to everyone's eyes.

She reached her target, stopping a few inches from where Odin stood, she wrapped her hands around his neck and begin attempting to strangle the life out of him.

"e-e-e-e-l-p-m-m-m-e-e!!!!" gasped and choked Krystal's victem, clawing at his throat and face turning a shade of blue.

"And you put me under a damn spell of yours, and you don't have any respect for me, and you...,"

Fox, meanwhile, was catching up with Bill, trying to get a better look on their situation.

"Is this a regular thing with them?" mused Bill with an amused look on his face.

"Yep, Krystal has tried to end Odin's life three times since I met up with them,"

Sean tried to pry Krystal off of Odin's neck, but her fists only flew faster, the choked was now on the floor not moving a blue tint that made his face look like a blueberry with ears. Bill and Fox went right on speaking.

"So Wolf is here?!"

"Sure as hell, that bastard's still stalling dumb and dumber a few halls back,"

"who and who?"

"Panther and Leon,"

"That fits them to a 'T'" Fox chuckled, Bill even cracked a grin, a great achievment, considering he was bleeding all over the place.

A few more freindly words were exchanged (and a near death experience for both Sean and Odin) but all was cut short as the building began to shake as if a bloodthirsty earthquake were raging.

"EARTHQUAKE, RUN FOR YOUR GOD DAMN LIVES!!!!" Bill bellowed motioning for Fox and the rest to follow.

"More like an Ivladiquake...," Odin was on his feet, unfazed and unriled, despite what had just happened, "I assume you know a way out, cause I sure as hell don't,"

Everyone begin to run in the general direction of the Starwolf team, much to Bill's displeasure.

"Wait up you guys!" called Fox, stopping suddenly and panting nonstop.

"Whatt the hell do you mean?! You never lag behind!" Bill hollared with obvious annoyane.

"I just feel a little...funny...let me rest for just a...minute," wheezed Fox, practically hyperventilating.

"Oh damn, I forgot about that," hissed Odin, spinning around on his heels so he was facing Fox.

"What?" said the remaining members of the group at once.

"I sense an parasite of some kind linking directly to his brain....Fox! Have you ever been in contact with Ivladi?"

"N-n-not that I k-know of....," Fox stammered, and though it wasn't immidiatly noticable, Krystal could tell that Fox had passed out while standing up.

"Everyone, get back," mumbled Odin, his eyes locked into a feirce gaze of pure resolve.

"What's going on? Tell us damnit!!!" demanded Bill.

"Just watch..in 5..."

Fox's body staggered for a brief moment, but took no further motion.

"4..."

Fox's arms rose in a zombie like fashion in front of his body.

"3..."

His head shot up, and a purple aura that sent chills down everyone's spin expanded in his eyes.

"2..."

The tranced vulpine's mouth opened and a deep sigh escaped his throat.

"1..."

An ear dangering scream exploded from Fox, and the man lunged forwards at blinding speeds, claws and fangs beared. He slashed at Odin and roared for blood to be spilt. Odin blocked with his forarm, which still had fragments of armor on it from his shattered armlet. Though he moved with ease, Krystal noticed he was struggling.

"ARE YOU GONNA HELP ME OR JUST FUCKING STAND THERE?!?!?" gaged Odin, his arm leaking blood like a faucet while the possesed Fox gnawed on his knife, slashing his tounge but still chewing away.

Bill darted to help, pulling on Fox's arms, attempting to pull him off of Odin.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" belowed Krystal, brandishing her staff and looking as if she was having a mental debate about cracking Fox's skull or not.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I'M IN ANY POSITION TO EXPLAIN?" barked Odin in reply, Fox now off his arm and coughing up blood like a waterhose

His vest was dyed crimson and his arm was cut to ribbons, everyone was in imidiate danger. He reasoned that none of them would dare kill Fox, and yet Fox wasn't going to pause for even a second.

"Guys...we have four options...," he said as he drew his knife, chipped and bloodstained.

Sean stood shuffling in place due to nervousness, Krystal was still debating, and Bill was dealing with Fox, but he could tell everyone was listening.

"Option one....Kill Fox..," Odin muttered with obvious regret, "Two...extract the parasite, Three, run like hell away from here...and Four, think of something freaking else to do,"

"I don't like the sound of option one..." said Sean

"Well damn none of us do!" Bill retorted.

"Option three just isn't my style," Krystal said with a hint of displeasure in her tone, "Odin, what would we need for option three?" She paused for just a moment to slam back Fox with the blunt side of her staff, in the same fashion as baseball.

"I can probably do that if I drew a preist circle, but that would require more tools then we have! Can't you do something with your Cerinian hocus pocus?"

"WHAT?!?! DAMNIT YOU'RE THE MAGIC ONE!"

"Oh yeah...,"

Fox dislodged himself from Bill's arm and snarled intently, picking from the remaining to attack. When his eyes set on Krystal, he rubbed the spot on his head where she had hit him and turned to Odin, who was still immobile. He lunged with a bloodcurling scream, and Odin who had been thinking on a way to stop this, was taken completely off gaurd.

"HEY, OH SHI--,"

Odin brought his forearms up in a last ditch effort of safety. Fox brought his claws up and thrust them forward, straight into Odin's gut, a fatal blow...If it would have hit. A gunshot rang out from behind the group, and Fox's arm was now hanging useless at his side, knocked out.

"Well, looks like we arrived just in time," snicered a voice from the gunshot's direction.

"Wolf? Where the hell were you ten minutes ago when we needed you?" Bill said, not bothering to hide his utter displeasure.

"Staling my idiot team, where do you think retard?"

"Oh...right...heh.."

"Um guys!" called Sean, frantically waving his arms in panic, "There's something moving over there...."

Everyone turned to look, but Odin, suddenly energized, shot up and grabbed Fox's uncouncious body and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"GET THE FREAKING LEAD OUT AND RUN FOR YOUR GODFORSAKEN LIVES, IT'S HER!"

"What?" was the universal response.

"She's sending in her pet, trust me! If you value your lives, RUN LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT DAMNIT!!"

"But they do depend on it...," Krystal mumbled.

"JUST RUN LIKE HELL!!!" Odin bellowed.

Odin and Krystal made a break for it in the opposite direction while Sean and Bill helped Wolf up.

"Where the hell are Panther and Leon?" said Bill, helping Wolf hobble as fast as possible.

"I told them to go warm up the fighters, I didn't need all that damn quabbling,"

"Good call, though I hate to admit it,"

"Shut up and help me,"

They ran, Wolf shouting directions at them for the exit and the low roar of...something....behind them.

"This next left will be it, pick up the pace damnit!"

"Don't need to tell us twice!"

The group piled out of the building like a trainwreck, Wolf howling in utter pain when Sean fell on his leg. To each and everyone of them, the sunlight was beauty never before seen.

"Oh god, I never thought I'd see the sun again," sighed Odin contently, standing up and streching.

"What about that...thing?" Sean questioned, averting his gaze from Wolf, who had been cussing him out good.

"It can't leave buildings, it's one fatal flaw, but I suggest we get off of this wrectched planet while we can,"

"Agreed, now where did we land the arwings...?" Krystal said to herself, "Oh..and Odin...do something about Fox....,"

While everyone loosened up their muscles and prepared for departure, Odin cast one last glace at the building.

"Well Ivladi, looks like you lose agian," He smirked and stuck up his middle finger.

"Bite me you bitch,"

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(Deep space)

"Krystal, ahh you look so ravishing in your...," Panther cooed softly to her through the com link the group had open.

"Can it you fat assed pretty boy," Krystal hissed.

"Your words, oh they pain me, however Panther will...,"

"Shut the hell up dude, she hates your fucking guts," snapped Odin.

"Guys, can you handle eachother for five minutes!?" said Fox.

"Not likely," sighed Wolf.

"Just freaking handle it for another hour, we'll be in Corneria's atmosphere in another hour,"Fox mumbled.

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