Wuh-oh...a whole week without an update?! Man are things starting to get slow now. Dont blame me. It's school. AND I've been in a crazed Harry Potter mood since we're getting so close to the next film coming out. I won't be able to escape such a mood until after I see this movie dammit! So yeah...updates will continue to be slow.

The streets were dark and empty giving Emmeline her advantage. The only souls around were all inside of St. Genevieve's…mostly guards but not too many. Only four of them were in the lobby...

...which made it all the more easier for Emmeline when she pulled out her ray gun and swiftly executed them all without warning.

Peter snuck into the entrance as he watched her killed the last guard. He dove behind the receptionist desk so that Emmeline could not see him watching her as she pulled small device, one resembling a pipe bomb, out of her coat. She was standing on a chair in the lobby opening up one of the air conditioning vents.

A moment later, there was a hissing sound as Emmeline put on a gas mask. Peter covered his mouth immediately knowing what was coming. He then watched her activate a security device. The lights in the lobby began to dim and a clicking noise came from the hospital doors. Whatever Emmeline was unleashing through the hospital, she wasn't going to let anyone escape from it.

Peter tried to get up to follow but the white foggy substance seeping through the vents was making him dizzy. He feared it to be poison. But he wasn't feeling any pain, only sleepiness.

Emmeline had already disappeared down the hall by the time Peter had strength to get up again. He got to the main hall (finding more unconscious and dead guards) and went straight for the stairwell on the left…the only way in and out of the isolated hospital wing Olivia was resting in.

He heard a bang. At the entrance of the stairwell, Emmeline had killed one guard and was stabbing another with a syringe filled with a golden colored syrup.

Before Peter could reach out to kill her…Emmeline slammed the door on him locking him out of the corridor. Through the door window, Peter watched as the guard she injected fell to the ground dead

"HEY!" Peter banged on the door. Emmeline then pulled off her gas mask revealing a cold vicious smirk on her face. There was no sleeping gas on her side of the door. Much to Peter's relief, it meant that the sleeping gas wouldn't reach Olivia.

However, Peter was slowly starting to feel the gas on his side. He kept banging on the door determined to fight it. Emmeline pulled out another large syrup-filled syringe, and waved it mockingly at Peter through the window. Her cold vicious smirk had now turned into the most malicious grin Peter had ever saw, sending chills down his spine. She then proceeded up the stairs with her evil smile intact.

Peter was getting dizzy, and was slowly slipping to the ground as he desperately pulled on the door handle that wouldn't budge. "Olivia!"

It was hopeless to think that he would be able to warn her all the way from here. But there was no more he could do…

"OLIVIA!!!"

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It was strange how she could still feel herself being torn in two, amidst the doctors who were looking down at her, practically spitting their insults and disgust at her. The slight of the blue blob was still imprinted in her mind. Her focus came back at what sounded like the call of her name. She had to be dreaming though.

Then, Olivia realized that she had not gotten up at all. She was still sitting up in her bed. That's when she began to cry. She no longer had to be awake to see the twisted birth flash before her eyes. She felt less ashamed about crying knowing that Peter was not here. Every moment, every sight, every feeling was still in her mind consuming her thoughts even when she was wide-awake.

She had not seen that blob since her first glance. That was the one thing that would haunt her more than anything and knowing that it was lying next door. Even if the cult came to claim it, how was she going to go on with herself…knowing that her mind as well as her body seemed to be no more her own? One sight of that blob and she would regret that the birth did not do enough to kill her. It could've easily killed anyone else. She was just the unlucky one. That was the one thing she couldn't tell Peter of all people.

But eventually time would pass and she would have to move on. There were probably more horrible and terrifying things to experience and see out there…each case topping the previous one. She was never allowed to feel weak…even while recovering in a hospital room. She was never given that choice.

Carefully, Olivia reached over and slowly pulled out the catheter tube from her body…as well as the IV needles. It hurt like hell, but at same time, it was a bit relieving to not have those things stuck inside of her. She then swung her legs over until they were off the bed. Every muscle was sore but Olivia had to convince herself that it was just bedridden soreness. The coldness she felt as her feet touch the floor was nothing compared to feeling the stitch work that was done inside of her. It was far too soon to be getting out of bed but she couldn't take the lying down anymore. Her steps were very small. She could only advance a few inches without feeling incredible pain. Mentally, she would fight it off with every step she took closer and closer to the door.

Looking around the hall, she was surprised to find that the two agents who were supposed to be on patrol were nowhere to be found. She was only going next door anyway.

There was no time to breathe as she pushed her way into the small room. The ceiling light was dimly flashing revealing the incubator tucked away in the corner of the room…still running for what was resting inside of it.

Olivia couldn't believe that she was doing this but she felt it was the only way. This was how many people got over their fears, wasn't it…by facing the fear head on?

The blob was as she thought it was, alive and breathing…even rocking a little bit from side to side as if it really were a…

She was now looking down at the thing. The surface of the blob wasn't glistening as it first was. Gently, she laid a finger on its delicate surface. It was now tougher but still soft, like the skin on a fruit…almost like a plum. Above the umbilical cord, she could see a small crack amidst the layers of odd blue skin. It almost looked like an opening that was slowly peeling away. It never occurred to her how this thing was able to breathe. She was still in denial about the possibility of a real baby located beneath all of that.

She took one finger, just one, to the opening. It felt more soft and squishy as she felt the opening. The feeling of nausea and discomfort consumed her so much; she didn't realize for a moment that her curious finger descended into the opening…

…until she felt something. She tried to slowly pull her finger out but it wouldn't move. Something within was grasping it. As soon as she started to feel whatever it was tugging her finger, trying to pull it close inside, Olivia pulled it out with all her might.

She couldn't exactly pin point what it was the grabbed her. Her thoughts were in a frenzy and then, the blob began to…well, Olivia didn't know how to describe it. It wasn't only rocking back and forth more violently, rapidly moving about. The opening in the blob was slightly tearing…getting bigger as well. That was enough to make Olivia turned away from the intense sight…

…only to see a familiar curly red-headed doctor standing before her, the one who forced the thing out of her. The one they were calling 'Dr. Brown'.

"Ghastly, isn't it?" she smirked as she slowly put down the strange duffle bag she carried. "With any luck, perhaps she might come out normal without a problem or deformity whatsoever. Not that it'll help you in any way. I still plan to kill you."

Olivia couldn't move…couldn't speak but she found herself slowly her fists without thought as Emmeline approached her.

"I also take it that your injuries are too severe for you to ever have children again, am I right? Well, no matter…you'll always have this one experience to look back on."

From the corner of her eye, Olivia could see an IV hanger the same time she saw Emmeline pull out a large syringe.

At the right moment, Olivia made her move…grabbing the hanger and striking Emmeline. She didn't even care for the pain of that quick sudden movement. Seeing that redheaded bitch fall to ground, was giving Olivia a restored adrenaline rush.

But Emmeline was still conscious. She lunged at Olivia's legs, trying to pull her down to the floor. Olivia kicked her in the face but she ended up toppling backwards to the floor anyway screaming in pain.

This fight wasn't over yet. A bloody faced Emmeline pushed herself up and attempted to lunge at Olivia once more…but Olivia lifted her foot to stop her…grabbed onto her shoulders and butted her head as much as she could.

Her leg gave way under all the stress and pain she was still enduring however, and Emmeline knew it as she fell on top of Olivia. Olivia tried to grab her hair…

But Emmeline grasped her neck first. The one hand was strong, crushing Olivia of air as Emmeline, swiftly pulled out the syringe. Olivia could no longer kick with all the weight crushing her.

The needle was aimed at her when a strong force struck Emmeline on her side, kicking her off of Olivia. The syringe flew out of her hands as Emmeline began to throw punches at her mysterious attacker.

But the attacker wasn't mysterious at all…

…it was Peter.

Olivia was still struggling to get up, but the other two in the room were both already back on their feet again, wrestling one another. Emmeline kicked Peter back against a wall, quickly pulled out her ray gun, and fired.

The thing struck Peter in the leg and he gave out a cry of pain that made Olivia speechless.

Realizing that she had missed, Emmeline aimed her gun, only to feel a sharp stabbing pain…and an arm wrapped around her neck. The pain of the needle didn't hurt nearly as much as burning pain of the poisonous liquid that was injected into the doctor's bloodstream.

But Olivia didn't care. She stabbed the needle harder into Emmeline's flesh…making her want to scream like Olivia did in the operating room. She tightened her grasp around the doctor's neck, making any possible scream of pain inaudible.

The doctor was long dead when Olivia yanked the needle out of her. But she couldn't help herself…she stabbed the dead woman hard with the needle once more. She was frustrated that there wasn't much blood spewing out, so she kept stabbing…and stabbing…and stabbing…

"Liv, stop it! She's already dead!"

A very weak Peter grip Olivia by the shoulders and pulled her back. Olivia was too sore and too exhausted to fight as she was pull into his arms. The rage was still consuming her as she breathed heavily against his chest.

She stopped when she heard something…Peter heard it too. All eyes turned to the incubator.

The blob was rocking and shaking more violently than before.

Both were amazed that neither of them threw up when they saw it…

…a tiny hand, emerging from the small opening of the thing…

…the blue skin was peeling away, falling apart more rapidly.

Olivia held her grip on Peter with much force than ever before. They were immobile stuck to the ground when the sound came, a sound that was too unreal, even in any hospital.

More of the blue skin peeled away, and from the layers emerged an infant's head...giving a surreal cry. Legs and arms were shoving away more of the blue covering. The strange peelings seem to collapse like gelatin. Olivia wanted to back away as she saw the last blue layers peel off but she had nowhere to go. Her eyes could not help but stare.

The blob was no more…

…a baby, an actual baby, had taken its place as if it had been hatched from an egg. The umbilical cord still remained intact and instead of blood, a strange blue gooey substance covered the baby's skin…almost like ectoplasm.

Still, neither Olivia nor Peter made a move. Nothing moved in that room at the moment except for the child in the incubator. The child's wail echoed the room, silencing the two souls who couldn't turn their disbelieving eyes away.

Vengeful Kickass Olivia!!! You know you miss her...admit it with a lovely review! ;)