I'm sorryyyyy! I made you wait again. Don't kill me!! xD And really, thank you everyone for the awesome reviews. XD I'm so damn tired right now i can hardly see straight, so i'll only answer to few of them.

Elunara: Thank u 3 It's hard to keep in mind how people could realistically behave in these kind of situations, but i try my best. And i know, i'm evil, sorry to make you wait. xP

Crooked: Waah, thank you very much, i really am hoping that my english is improving. Slowly but steadily. :p

blood predator: That's a really good point! And thank you. I'll try to think how to use that here. Though, i'll think that Scar was originally attracted to Lex because of her fighting skills. But still, a good point. :D

Bubbilicous Genious: Thank you! I'm glad that so many people seem to like it. And especially that one scene. XP

I do not own Scar or Lex.

The combispear was the only thing protecting Lex when Stealth swung his deadly wristblades at her. The woman barely managed to raise the weapon in front of her before the blades would have cut her. She, however, couldn't stop the heavy blow entirely and got knocked off her feet. In an instant the predator was coming at her again, as persistently as death itself.

Lex cried out in pain as the warrior kicked the spear off of her hand with brutal force. Not wanting to see what he was going to do next, she quickly pushed aside the pain and tried to get some distance between them. Staying in the reach of an angry predator would most likely have fatal consequences.

Lex got to the wall and used it to get on her feet faster. Stealth was still right behind her, impossible to lose so easily. A single thought almost froze the woman with its overwhelming finality.

She was going to die.

Indeed she would have died, if the hunter had then decided to finish her off. There was no way for her to get away anymore. Stealth grabbed Lex by her hair and dragged the resisting woman between him and the wall. She did her best to fight back, kicking and pounding the warrior as hard as she could, but he barely felt anything.

No, she couldn't die now, not yet!

As Stealth tried to get a hold of the woman's hands, she even bit him. All the useless attempts were only getting on the predator's nerves. He was starting to wonder if he should end the struggle right there or first take pleasure in the woman's suffering. Well, he was in no hurry.

A severe slap in the face with the back of his hand brought tears into Lex's eyes and would have made her fall over if she hadn't been held up painfully by the hair. Then the grip loosened and she had to lean on the wall to stay up. She didn't have to hang on for long, however. A large hand clutched both of the woman's wrists. Before she had time to realize what was going on, the warrior had pinned her hands above her head, taking away pretty much her last chance of defending herself.

Stealth was using only one arm to hold Lex, but it was more than enough. She wouldn't be going anywhere; he would make sure of that. Fear and anguish shone from the woman's face, making the predator grin maliciously behind his mask. No, he was in no hurry after all.

The grip around Lex's hands tightened, causing almost unbearable pain especially in her injured hand. Tears were escaping from under her shut eyelids. Every effort of freeing herself hurt too much.

"I warned you", a gruff voice stated with a deceitfully soft tone.

Lex knew what that tone meant. The hunter wasn't going to go easy on her. The woman gritted her teeth and faced her tormentor. A new feeling was rising alongside fear: desperate anger.

"Bullshit! Let go of me you sick…" Lex had to interrupt her defiant eruption when the predator flashed his wristblades in front of her face.

"Are you sure… you want to… continue that?"

Yes she was. At that point it felt pointless to watch her mouth.

"We wouldn't be having this problem in the first place if you and your kind wouldn't be so obsessed with killing everything that moves and can hold a weapon. Where the hell have you even gotten your name from, when you can't even sneak around in this kind of fucking poorly guarded building without being noticed?!"

The woman nearly yelled the rest, not caring how the warrior would react to her outburst. If she was going to meet her end, she would damn surely speak her mind before that. It was either a sign of bravery or unbelievable stupidity.

Preparing for the worse Lex watched as the predator moved the blades with his free hand, bringing them closer to the side of her face, until they lightly touched her skin.

"You're the one… with the problem here… not me."

Stealth ran the blades down the woman's neck and stopped around her shoulder.

"Why are you here… if our ways are… so horrible to you?"

Lex realized that he was now talking about Scar and the topic she had been avoiding in her thoughts. That made her lose the confidence that anger had given her.

"Scar is nothing like you. He… he…"

The tears were threatening to come again. She didn't know what to say. That Scar would definitely stop hunting just for her? She didn't believe that.

Stealth laughed at the woman's hesitation, clearly enjoying both the physical and mental torturing. He leaned a little closer and said the words that hit their target perfectly.

"Don't get your hopes up… inside he's… exactly like me… and he won't change."

Lex was left speechless, but her mind was one big chaos. Those words summed up her greatest worries. Somehow she had thought that Scar would do it for her. Change his normal hunting habits to for example chasing criminals that lurked in the streets at night. That she could probably somehow accept. But how far would the warrior be willing to go?

They had formed some kind of a bond between them when fighting against a common enemy. A bond that had brought two individuals from completely different species and backgrounds closer together. Still, it didn't necessary mean that it was a strong bond, like love or something like that. She couldn't tell what it was and that bugged the hell out of her. She had to find out how Scar felt about her. That was why she had to talk to him.

Lex found new determination from her thoughts and apparently it showed outwardly, since Stealth tilted his head in a curious manner. The woman didn't know what else to do so she cut straight to the case, surprisingly boldly for a person who was being hung helplessly on the wall.

"Please, let me go. I beg you; I have to talk to him. I'll prove how different you two are."

The predator couldn't have been more surprised by the woman's insolence. Lex wasn't sure how to interpret the silence, but tried to continue persuading. She never got past the first word. A sharp sting in her shoulder made all of her arguments disappear. The woman looked stupefied at the two blades that had gone through of her black sweater.

Then she seemed to grasp what had happened. Stealth's wristblades had sunk into her soft skin under the collarbone. Not that deep, but deep enough to hurt.

"Let you go?" The predator practically purred, seeing the shocked expression on the woman's face. "And why… would I do that?"

The blades went slowly a little deeper, forcing a pained moan out of Lex's mouth. She was taking quick, shallow breaths and trying to keep her thoughts concentrated, fearing for her life more than ever.

"I need… to… talk to him."

A little deeper.

"Let go of her you monster!!"

The shout took both of them by surprise. Stealth pulled his wristblades free and turned partly, holding the trembling woman still by her wrists.

Lex screamed as the blades came out, opening the wounds more. From behind the predator she saw a glimpse of blond hair and a thin arm. At first she was grateful for the interference, but after thinking again she started to feel frustrated for the young man's recklessness. She had risked her life to save him and now despite the fact that he had almost died a moment ago, he was seriously going to confront the warrior again.

"Let her go!" Mark repeated. "You haven't gotten rid of me yet."

Lex would have wanted to go and smack that fool. It seemed, though that Stealth was about to do that himself.

The predator answered the challenge with a growl. He cast one last look at the woman and let her hands fall down so he could focus entirely on the new challenger. Lex remained still, leaning against the wall and feeling her shoulder carefully with her uninjured hand. Her practical side was aware that the bleeding would have to be stopped soon, but it was overruled by her emotional side that insisted that she would help the young man. Except that now she was unarmed and injured. What could she do to get both of them out of there alive?

Stealth stepped towards the man, circling around him. Mark glanced at the woman, worried and obviously not knowing what he was doing. A nervous smile appeared on his face fleetingly, trying to convince them that everything would be just fine. Surprisingly it wasn't calming either one of them.

Lex felt slightly relieved, however that the man wasn't fighting with bare hands. He had picked up the combispear she had lost earlier and even though he didn't know how to extend it, it was definitely better than nothing. He had also something that looked like a weapon on his other hand. After pondering a while the woman came to the conclusion that it was a tazer. Not necessarily the most effective weapon against a huge and thick-skinned warrior.

But there was nothing else they could have used. For the first time Lex took a good look around in the hall they had come into. White was the dominating colour again, but here it was softened by black and metallic cables and pipes that were crisscrossing on the walls. Also several crates and tanks were lying around the hall.

Right then Mark charged forward, making the woman admit that at least he wasn't lacking courage. Common sense was another story. The predator didn't even flinch when the man started his attack; he simply stood with his hands down, as if mocking him. Just before the spear would have hit its target, Stealth dodged easily aside and stopped the young man by grabbing his head so that his narrow face was almost completely covered by the hunter's hand.

Mark yelped in surprise and started a panicked struggle against the firm grip. He was flailing blindly with the spear, making a small cut on the warrior's arm. The weapon was yanked off of the man's hand, leaving him only with the tazer that wouldn't probably do him any good.

"Mark!"

Believing that his end was near, the man turned the current on and as a last resort, stuck the tazer into the same arm. Something unexpected happened.

Lex watched, holding her breath, as the man accidentally made a brilliant move. Instead of uselessly hitting the predator with the small electric device, he hit his sensitive and very important wristcomputer. Sparks were flying and so was almost the woman as she sprung into action. Pain was meaningless, now they might have a chance to escape.

Mark realized that something had happened, but even though he could suddenly see again, he had no idea what he had done. He just knew that for some reason the monster wasn't attacking him. It was fortunate for the man that Lex was there; otherwise he might have kept on standing there and wondering. The woman ran as fast as she could to Mark and pushed him not very gently.

"Run! What are you waiting for?!"

Lex retrieved the fallen spear, hoping to have estimated the situation correctly. The warrior wasn't paying any attention to the anymore, that much she knew. How badly had the shock damaged his wristdevice? Time seemed to have slowed down dramatically, though in reality, everything happened in a few seconds. Even the injured hand didn't bother the woman for a while when she pulled Mark away from the predator. They ran without daring to look back; fearing what they might see if they did. Out of the hall and through a corridor that led deeper into the mysterious construction.

An annoyingly familiar problem was testing Stealth's nerves. The humans had managed to break his wristdevice for the second time in one day and he didn't have time to fix it now. He tried adjusting the vision settings a couple of times, but finally had to remove his mask to see something. By then, his prey had vanished.

Stealth retracted his wristblades and rubbed the shoulder that the woman had wounded. It was stinging a bit, but he knew it would heal soon. The injuries that the woman had suffered would bother her considerably more. The predator was half-irritated, half-amused by her peculiar ability to constantly get out of threatening situations. Or mainly getting away from him.

The anger caused by the woman's surprise attack had faded long ago. What was left were excitement from the hunt and curiosity. Stealth was eager to see how long the woman could keep on fighting him.