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And now, here's the next chapter. Oh! I put a reference to something very familiar in this chapter (which the source belongs to it's rightful owners). XD Hopefully, it will be easy to catch. Enjoy! And happy Friday the 13th, everyone! :D


Nicole barged through the doors of the factory. "HELP ME!" she screamed with tears running down her face.

There was no answer.

"THERE'S A MANIAC AFTER ME! BILL? LÉON? KLAUS? PYRO? ANYONE HERE? HELLO?"

Silence was the only response.

"WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED HELP! PLEASE!" Nicole cried out over and over again, only to hear nothing at all.

"Are you lost, child? I am here to help and guide you to the right direction."

Nicole's hairs on her back stood straight up. She turned to see Damien decloak not to far behind her.

"Surprised to see me again?" Damien sneered, stalking towards Nicole. "Now, I bet you are wondering why I got here so fast, aren't you? Well, it's not that complicated. As you can see, no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I will always find you, ma chéri."

Nicole backed away. "I came here so I can get away from you! Why are you following me everywhere?" she demanded.

"I want to be with you, ma squatine. I want to spend time together." Damien answered, towering over her and grabbing her by the shoulders. "Now, where should we begin?"

Nicole squeaked. "What do you mean?"

"I believe it is time that we should start something together."

"Start what?"

Damien grinned. "A little affair."

Nicole instantly replayed flashbacks in her mind of when Léon wanted the exact same thing from her. "N-No…that can't be true."

"Oh, but it is, ma cher, it is very true, indeed. Let me explain something to you. When I first met you, I was thrilled to have you as my mate, but that didn't happen, did it? Non! So, I found Rose, the love of my life...but now she is gone forever. So I am left with two sons that I love very much. But…things do get lonely from time to time. Recently, I had discovered something. Without you, I just couldn't go on. Finding true love is harder than you think..."

Nicole frowned. "Are you trying to say something?"

Damien nodded, nuzzling his head against her neck. "Je t'aime…" he whispered in her ear.

"I…don't understand." Nicole pulled her head back from him.

"I love you."

Nicole's eyes widen in shock. "W-What?"

"That's right, ma chéri, I love you very much." Damien snickered, wrapping his arms around her.

Nicole squirmed. "Look, I understand that we're friends and all, but I don't think a love relationship between us is going to work. Besides, you're starting to scare me again."

"What's the matter? There's nothing you should be so worried about. This is completely natural. Just relax and I'll do the rest, ma amor." Damien started to nibble at her throat gently.

Nicole started to struggle, trying to pull herself away. "No, Damien, stop."

But the TentaSpy ignored her, continuing to nuzzle her neck and purring excessively loud.

"Damien! Stop! I don't want this!" Nicole begged.

Damien stopped and looked at her with a hungered glance. In one, swift move, he kissed her on the lips.

Nicole jerked back, managing to pull herself free. "I SAID STOP IT, DAMIEN!" she slapped him across the face.

Damien recoiled, hissing and snarling in pain. He glared at her, staring at her coldly with bloodshot eyes.

Nicole, realizing the mistake she made, tried to back off, only to find herself unable to. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" she pleaded.

Damien's right eye twitched. "You are sorry? YOU'RE SORRY? Then this is an accident!" he growled, slashing at her with his gloved, clawed hand.

Nicole yelped as the claws dug into her cheek. Blood dripped down from the gashes on her face.

Damien chuckled maliciously. "How does that feel, chéri? It hurts, doesn't it?" his crazed eyes glistened in the little sunlight streaming out from the windows.

Nicole made her first step away from the TentaSpy. "Please…leave me alone…"

"NO!" Damien snapped, approaching her, "Ma petite squatine, you denied me, you're turning from me. Ma petite squatine, do not shun me. Come to your strange master."

"Wait a minute, what?" Nicole inched away from Damien, heading closer and closer to the stairs.

"That's right, you must obey all of my orders from now on. You belong to me now, ma chéri."

From the corner of her eye, Nicole glimpsed at a wooden bat leaning against the wall. Quickly and without hesitation, she snatched the bat. "G-Get back, Damien!" she warned, slowly going up the stairs while facing the monster closing in on her.

"Do you have the any idea what a right and moral standard is, my dear squatine? Do you? Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my precious future if I were to fail to live up to my responsibilities? I can't remain secretly depressed and care for my only two children at the same time! They are my life and I can't lose them like I lost Rose! Do you understand that I need you more than ever? Has it ever occurred to you? Has it?" Damien hissed, creeping up the stairs towards her.

"S-Stay away from me, Damien!" Nicole pleaded, swinging the bat furiously at the TentaSpy.

"What for?" Damien questioned.

"Y-You're confusing me! I just need a bit more time to think this over with."

"You had a long time to think things over. Why would a few more moments alone will do you any good at this point?"

"Just stay back! D-Don't hurt me, please!"

"Come here, chéri." Damien beckoned quietly with tentacles slithering towards her, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Stay away!"

"Nicole, sweetheart, the luminosity of my world," Damien called, "You're not letting me finish my sentence. I said: 'I'm not going to hurt you.' I will never harm you in any way, my child. I'm only going to dominate you! I will pin you down and overpower you!" he laughed with a sickening grin.

Nicole flinched, but continued to make her way up the stairs, still facing Damien with a fearful expression. "Leave me alone! Just stay away! Please don't hurt me!"

"I will not harm you, chéri."

"Get away from me!"

Damien avoided the swinging bat. "Stop swinging and hand the bat to me."

Nicole shook her head. "Get back!"

"Please stop, squatine." Damien frowned.

"Go away!"

"Lay your weapon down and walk towards me." Damien ordered.

"Stop it, Damien!" Nicole's tears streamed down her face as the poor girl trembled in fear.

"Hand the bat over towards me, Nicole."

"Just stay away!"

"That's enough. Now stop swinging the bat."

"Stop scaring me, Damien, and leave me alone."

"NICOLE!" Damien bellowed angrily with a deep and powerful voice. He took in a deep breath and sighed. "Chéri," he called again with a softer voice, "Give me the bat." He stretched forth his hand, reaching out towards the baseball bat. "Hand it to me."

Instinctively, Nicole swatted his hand with a short, but quick swing. "NO!"

Damien growled, pulling back his head. "Wrong answer!" one of his tentacles took the bat and yanked it from her hands, tossing it aside.

Nicole screamed and turned away, dashing up the stairs as fast as she could.

Damien cackled, disappearing in his cloak. "Nicole, I'm coming for you! You cannot run away! I'm right behind you!"

Nicole felt his closeness. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" She wailed, running up to the second floor. "Where's a door with a lock?" she found the bathroom door wide open. "Ah ha! That's it!" she raced for the door, lunged in the bathroom, and slammed the door behind her. "Gotta lock it! Gotta lock it!" she muttered, turning the little switch on the doorknob. She sighed of relief and slumped down on the hard floor, knowing that she was somewhat safe.

The bathroom was painted a light red with cream tiles. Although the shower corner, toilet and sink were not entirely polished, it was kept tidy and clean. The mirror was covered in dry water spots and the shower curtain was stained with mud at the bottom. The scent was a cross between cologne and cigarette smoke.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are, chéri."

Nicole gasped and jumped back on to her feet as she heard his eerie voice. She spotted a simple knife on the sink and grabbed it, getting away from the door as possible. She huddled in the corner by the left side of the door.

There was the sound of the knob trying to turn and a knock at the door. "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

Nicole remained silent, biting down on her lower lip and quivering in fear.

"Not by the hairs of your chiny-chin-chin? Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" From the other side, Damien held up an axe that he found in one of the rooms and started hacking at the wooden door.

Nicole cried out in astonishment, watching the axe break its way through the door. She pushed herself against the wall.

The hole gradually expanded as the axe smashed it way through as Damien continued to chop. Finally, once the hole was big enough, Damien placed the axe aside and peered into the hole, staring right at Nicole. "HEEERE'S DAMIEN!"

Nicole screamed as Damien reached for the knob with a tentacle. She lunged at him, slashing at the limb with the knife.

Damien snarled as he pulled back the bleeding tentacle. "You won't be safe for long, chéri! I will get you!" Another tentacle jumped out towards her and yanked her knife away, hurling it aside with great force, nearly hitting Nicole. He turned the knob with his hand and flung the door wide open. "SURPRISE! I'M BACK, MA PETITE SQUATINE! NOW I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU THE COURTSHIP OF YOUR LIFE!" he came right up to her, snatching her and pinning her against the wall.

"STOP IT, DAMIEN! LET GO OF ME!" Nicole struggled as the tentacles began snaking around her.

"Why should I stop something that I enjoy dearly?" Damien questioned, holding up Nicole to his eye-level, "It does not make any sense. So, shall we continue on with our business?"

Nicole shook her head. "P-Please, don't do this! I didn't ask for any of this!"

"Too bad, so sad, now stay still and enjoy, chéri! It makes things so much worse if you struggle. I'll be gentle, you must trust me."

"I don't t-trust you anymore!" Nicole began to tear up again.

"Well, you should trust me." Damien corrected her as he started to lick the blood and tears off her face.

"No! Stop it! Stop it!" Nicole cried, trying to shake Damien off of her.

"You sorry, malicious creature! I demand that you release her now!"

The two looked over to see Jèrèmie by the door with an Ambassador in hand. Damien snarled, glaring at the BLU Spy with a hateful passion. "M'sieur Jèrèmie, now's not the time for your worthless appearance. Right now, I have important affairs to do." He said, putting a tentacle up to Nicole's face and cupping it under her chin.

Jèrèmie glared. "You've gone too far this time, Damien! First, you convinced her that I was the bad guy…and now you try to forcefully take her for yourself! I cannot stand it any longer! I'll give you ten seconds to leave or you will be finding your guts spill out from you!" He warned, loading his gun.

"No need for such harsh words, m'sieur Jèrèmie, I was going to keep her as a virgin."

"LIES!" Jèrèmie barked, "Ten…" he started to countdown harshly.

"You are such an immature Spy to use that method." Damien rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Nine…"

"No need to worry, Mademoiselle Nicole is in good shape and she's quite healthy."

"Eight…"

"Why so stubborn, m'sieur Jèrèmie?" Damien taunted, "Don't you think being so stubborn is a terrible habit?"

"Seven."

"It was just a simple game we were playing. So it should be nothing to worry about."

"Six."

"You're completely overreacting, m'sieur. Just unwind and calm down."

"Five."

"You're very fortunate that she is all in one piece. I took good care of her."

"Four."

"M'sieur Jèrèmie, please stop this foolish nonsense."

"Three."

"I order you to stop!"

"TWO!" Jèrèmie placed a finger over the trigger, narrowing his brown eyes.

With a heavy sigh, Damien released Nicole from his tight, slimy clutches and pulled back. "There, she is out of my grip…Does that satisfy you in any way?"

Jèrèmie frowned. "No, I want you to get out, slither back from where you came from, and leave her alone."

Damien hissed, baring his teeth. "So be it. But mark my words, Jèrèmie, you may have won the battle, but you will not win this war. You both will see that it will be I that rules supreme! And there will be nothing that can stop me!" With an angry glare, the TentaSpy disappeared in his cloak.

Jèrèmie snorted. "Keep dreaming, m'sieur…" he tucked the Ambassador back into his coat.

"J-Jèrèmie…?" Nicole softly called, shivering and sniffling.

The BLU Spy glimpsed over at her. "Chéri! Are you alright?"

Nicole made small steps towards him, with tearful, regretful eyes. "I'm…sorry." She leaned against him, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm so sorry I panicked hid from you."

"It's alright, I won't hurt you Everything's alright now." Jèrèmie hugged back comfortingly.

"Why was I so stupid? I should have seen the signs that Damien was losing his sanity. I'm such and idiot letting him do this to me!"

"Now, now, no need to blame yourself. It is not your fault. But right now, let's not worry about any of this. What is important is that we need to get you cleaned up."

"Where's the RED Team?" Nicole asked.

"They are all out doing sightseeing or something, although I do not know what exactly they're doing. They'll come back soon, and I wouldn't want any of them seeing you with blood all over your face."

Nicole glanced over at the gapping hole in the door. "How am I going to explain that?"

Jèrèmie frowned and sighed. "I honestly do not know." He answered with a faint laugh, "Just try your best."

Nicole grinned as she hugged him again. "It's good to see you again, Jèr."

"It's good to see you again too, chéri." Jèrèmie's smile reappeared as he gently held her close to him.