Liara gazed forward. Quickly noting not even one bulb was kindly left aglow along the lengthy narrow corridor. Everything around her was cold, unwelcoming and obviously pitch black. No complaints. Everyone for the most part, seemed to have turned in for the godawful hours of the wee morning. Hence the lack of, something so basic. Light.

Truthfully, none was actually needed when your DNA refused any such luxury. Even one which continuously and carelessly was taken for granted. Okay, maybe some people did not. But for the most part, something she deemed to be curiously overlooked in everyone else's everyday endeavors. And she knew all too well from experience when you take anything for granted long enough, it can and will get taken away.

Besides, Guerra was clearly familiar with this element all too well. All she had ever known since she could recall. She only wished she knew what it would feel like to have the burden of darkness to surround her, if only once. She saw the reactions before, yet it never could be as put on as others seemed to deem it. Could it?

The fear darkness installed into people was what she used to her advantage. It was all too easy. Across this world everywhere she's ever been, the inhabitants were all the same. Sudden darkness, unexplained or any other form of anything that goes bump in the night brings out the terror. So why not just use it to her advantage? Simplicity at its finest.

Not unlike her life at the current moment, this new ordeal seemed just another hurdle gifted in trying to push her over the oh so steep and quickly crumbling edge. Never mind the fact, what seemed completely out of the blue. Even still, she knew how to handle it… hopefully.

A steady pace of breath.

The action swiftly reminded this was not the worst problem right now in her life. Yet damn near close. The ache felt in her heart, only complemented the hurt in her throat. With each careful step taken, her mouth over salivated. Her mind knew better, hell even her senses. Yet her heart wanted. No, yearned all of it to be true.

Another slow rise of the diaphragm. The release this time much slower.

The Wolf hesitated. Everything within her, no take that back. Guerra was the one screaming to turn and go back. No, yet another lie she was gladly telling herself. It was Liara herself, which needed to go back. The monster inside was the one pushing onward. Guerra, the one with the taste for blood. She the one with the need to clench her nails deep in the tender meat around the throat of the impostor, not Liara herself.

Liara could live with the fact there was a clone of this particular man made. A quick constrict of the muscles around her eyes with the thought.

"Who the fuck are you even kidding? You want him dead as much as I do." The voice broke the silence in her mind.

Liara tightened her eyes completely shut. Trying to do away with the woman she could literally see. No, she really was not there. However, when your mind is broken it finds the weak cracks. Weasels its way in and plays with you at its will. "No. I first want it to answer something, then and only then we can kill it."

"You say the words, yet don't mean…no nevermind. You were the one who did give him a small tap. He wouldn't be breathing if you…" The personality residing in Liara's mind, was given enough freedom to at least voice her opinion.

She was not wrong. However as that may be, Guerra was not coming out.

In regaining her composure, the She Wolf continued her current path. Walking straight through the solid image her mind easily projected. The closer she inched, the more it was becoming just that much more apparent. The impostor truly lacked any scent. She could clearly hear the steady movements his body made in the process of living, yet. Yet, it was as if he was not really anything more than a waste of space. An empty shell.

"Something which won't take long at all. One little squeeze. And pop. Please let me do it. I promise it won't be messy." All Guerra wanted was for the sorry excuse of a whatever it was to be gone.

Liara once again closed glowing eyes, trying her best to cull the beast. "If anything, that's my job."

"NO! I've been playing by the rules. You only seem to manifest me when you are at some sort of jeopardy." The other persona residing within Liara's mind was going to make her point and be heard, one way or another.

A blue mane fell in defeat. "Look, you ain't doing it, plain and simple. But you can help. You did love Dizil after all."

"Now you are speaking my language, even though that was the both of us, just like that one time. .God." With the words echoing through her mind, a left cheek pulled tight as a bashful smirk came to Liara. Lowering her head in lustful appreciation following the images. Ones which were just as fluid as liquid, completely flooding her mind. A muted chuckle shook her body before she rather quickly gained her composure. "So, what do you say?"

"Nay." Golden eyes found their target. While her top lip wrinkled in a silent snarl.

The voice ringing in her ears was beginning to subside, just as the vision of Guerra had not too long ago. "I can if I wanted to."

A few last words were going to be exchanged, before she put an end to everything. This was going on long enough. Yes, both the mental conversation with herself, and the foe peacefully sleeping in a cage. "You can continue to remember that glorious time, sure. But you are not getting out, not no time soon. If you are nice, I'll let you ride… Jekyll. He's so sexually frustrated right now, he can't even think straight. I would say Hyde, but he's mine."

"As glorious as that sounds, I don't want it. My lovely will be thinking about that goddamned grandma. And ain't shit about me that screams nowhere near that." The voice was delivered with a bit of spite.

Liara's eyes dulled as she made fun of her other identity. "Bitch please, you thought. He is always thinking about me, but you tried it. It would be fun fucking with him though."

"Okay. Whatever. And as fun as that is going to be, cause it'll be soon enough coming. I' . ." The other voice still upset. Clearly showing as her words were more enlaced with a whine.

A shrug as Liara could care less in this conversation. "Okay, you can have Nicolas."

"Been there done that. I was looking for something a bit more…" Guerra took a fraction of a second for her tone to change. "Come to think of it, I need more iron in my diet."

This remark stopped the thick woman in her tracks. "That's never going to happen."

"I've already had him all up on us various times. He likes it." The smile was heard through every word delivered.

"Alana." Flatly stated.

"Doesn't really give a rat's ass about us currently, or haven't you figured that one out yet?" Even if Liara refused in allowing herself to mentally see her other half, she knew there was a huge better than you smirk worn.

She herself was fed up. "NOT. GOING. TO. HAPPEN."

Guerra continued to push. "I mean you say it…"

"Alana's." Liara repeated.

"Then we have come full circle with you letting me toy with what you are staring at." This time the Wolf within had rematerialized. "We share the same thoughts you are producing, or have you forgotten?"

A tear began to well up and trail down a plump right cheek. There were too many memories just staring at this creature provoked her into recalling. Ones she vowed never to speak of again. Ones which made her genially happy. Above that, free.

Guerra candidly walked up to the holding cage made entirely of glass. "What if it really is him? What if he IS here for me? And had to settle for your broke ass as a booby prize, like he always has? Just. What. If. Come on and think for half a minute Liara. I mean just really really think about it."

A fraction of a second, as her heart fluttered was enough time to know this conversation needed to come to an abrupt halt. Liara stood in place, frozen. Three feet away from the mental embodiment of her dark half, and the glass which held a slumbering male within. Cutting her eyes at both scenarios. "Those are a lot of what ifs. How about I add one? What if I close you off for good?"

"So, after I let you know about the weak piece of shit you are right about now, sure. Tune out the ONLY thing that gave you and continues to give you a backbone." Guerra turned. Pure evil expressed as she gloated with each word. Just knowing they would sting, more than she could have imagined. They always did. Liara tried to act as if she was void of emotions. But that woman wore her feelings on her sleeve. Besides, what better way than to wear her down again to be able to take control. A means to an end. "So, when you fail miserably at taking him out like you claim you want. And you let Dr. McSexy bend you over aaagain, don't forget you became their little bitch because you weren't woman enough to say no."

"Ummmm, that would be a yes to killing that soulless creature behind that goddamn glass. And getting some dick as a reward? Yes please. There is this scratch that he can so itch." There was a clear defiance. The little head jerk and smirk showed she was not as weak as thought.

"Fuck you! You been playing me this entire time haven't you." The Wolf was appalled with the sheer audacity of the surly inferior personality.

The chuckle was delivered mentally. However the left brow and taut cheek were her signature attitude. "I mean, you do love to talk. Besides, I just needed verification I was doing the right thing. Thanks for that sugar. But don't worry, I'll let you in on a little secret. I've already had the sexy doctor as you call him, rubbing that hard ass dick on me since coming back. But funny enough, as much as he has, and as good as we both know it is, he has yet to get any. And you even form your ass to even begin to ask why, you already know. Some things…" Liara's voice became almost a weak whisper as her words slowed in their delivery. "Some things the dark can't even hide. If he loses his shit over two little scars…"

"So, what you're really saying is, you had sex with the Hulk and I missed it? How on GOD's green Earth did you even begin to be able to take…"

Liara continued to hold a mental conversation with herself as a shrug found her shoulders. "A lot of soul searching. It's getting far easier to keep you out. Reason I ain't seen your ass in a long ass minute, not since it last snowed. Let's just say, I was hurt, he was scared. Eyes glow yellow, others turn green. Things happen in the night, annnnnd you missed it."

"In. my. man's. skin." Guerra could care less. However, highly upset Liara was gaining the ability to keep her far from anything. How much time has she been able to steal from her was the real question.

"Pffffft duuuh. I mean have you seen the size of that shit… LORD have mercy! Annnyhow," with chilled over skin, the mutated woman shook it off and pushed onward with her thoughts. "You used to do it all the time, I fail to see why you are upset or even screaming. I hear you clear as day. I'm right here you know."

The Wolf was racking her mind as to exactly why Liara would even fathom letting him in. Something happened, more than the surface was going on here. "Was it…"

Steadfastness came across as boasting. If it sent the other in her mind scurrying, it made no difference to her. "Blissful! You weren't there. And the fact that your stupid ass is falling for any of this is priceless as all get out. However, with all of that being said. If we could actually hold a bruise…"

Offended yet truly intrigued, "wait…"

"In his lap, thrown against a wall," a shrug. "The usual."

"We so gone fuck." A devious smile.

A lower of her head as she shook it. "Hard…."

"YES LORD JESUS!" With her remark, Liara clenched a fist. She knew it was this side of her person which would get her into trouble with the precious doctor and not she herself. She had already set too much of her own life at risk for a stupid slip-up. A line she somehow felt deep down had already been crossed.

"I refuse to let you or myself become foully to his charm. We are leaving soon enough and as soon as we ring this impostor's neck, I'm out. Ain't no seeing of appendages of any shade. That is final. Getting laid ain't on my agenda no time soon. No wait you ain't even heard the good part. Wait! No, where are you going? I'm not the scared little bitch anymore Guerra. That you are going to learn. I've had to." This mental setback was over. Both sides of her fragile mind knew this.

Now was the time for the blue haired female to regroup and continue onto what she had her mind determined on from the moment its existence became known. A painstakingly hard swallow gathered her wits.

Forgetting everything, which could and would possibly have her thrown in an adjoining container, Liara narrowed her large eyes. She pressed onward. The bed spanned the back wall, which was the only one not made to be transparent. As the sleeping surface and the so-called bathroom were connected to it. There was a partition between the items, sectioning off one from the other. Then the smoked glass encased the small area, creating a nice little niche for a small bit of privacy as one made their business.

The individual in the cell was lying on his left side facing the wall. The steady rise and fall only developed a deep revulsion within the woman. A deep horrible rage. If she could, she knew a transformation to huge and green would be currently transpiring.

Her hands clenched at her sides, before slowly lifting her right palm and hesitantly resting ever so gently on the glass.

A stuttered breath. One she knew all too well. Too many times it pulled at her heart strings while he slept. The same action which provoked tender kisses to his brow, was now the one going to make her want to punch this creature's face in.

"So, you just going to stand out there the entire time or are you going to jump on me like we want?" As a nose turned in disgust, and a lip rose in pure hatred, he was still facing the wall. Feigning slumber. Waiting patiently on her prompt arrival. He could feel Liara coming, he knew she would. She was pissed, his swollen black eye testimony to it.

Liara turned to leave, lowered her head as he began. His cockiness begging to be handled. She rolled her eyes shut. How could this creature be so careless around someone harnessing such a power as she? Was he clueless or just sheer stupid?

There was rustling behind her, as Liara made it her business to give the inhabitants a piece of her mind. She turned, opened her eyes to come face to face with a more than boastful male. His smugness, just asking to be knocked from under him. Yellow only stared at the green orbs behind the clear glass wall. A cocky smirk as the man caught Liara eyeing her handiwork. "You think you're…"

"The fucking shit. You damn right. I know for a fucking fact I'm more than whatever the hell you think you are and trying to goddamned be." Dull eyes narrowed as the man leaned down and inched closer to the glass, so much so his forehead now rested upon it as they were now eye to eye.

An acknowledging pucker of his bottom lip. "That's a lot of big talk from someone that can't even sort out which one of her was going to come and confront me."

A roll of her eyes. Pushing off his insults. "In all actuality you weren't good enough for either of us to be here, but the fact I really want you fucking dead, seems like a good enough reason to me that you have the pleasure…"

The man only stood there, unphased as he cut her off. "Displeasure of having to stand here and talk when Guerra could find out in other ways what you want to know. How about you let her out to play hum? Come on lil mama. I could, I don't know rub her belly and throw her a bone."

The undressing of her with his eyes, and his now raspy tone disgusted Liara. "You sorry son of a bitch." With her statement and resentment, a fist connected with the glass. Cracking the barrier between them.

"That's my girl." That chuckle, it was his.

"Stop looking at me like that! Bastard!" Liara deeply furrowed her brow.

A devious smirk. "Now how am I supposed to do that when you got me all riled-up baby girl?"

A disgusted turn of the lip "I swear…"

"To god? Ain't he the one that allowed this to happen to you." He saw it, even if it was a fraction of a second.

Liara was taken back by his statement, but instantly regained her control. "I was gone say I was gone come in there and kick your fucking ass, same fucking difference."

Loving this. "You ain't got the balls nor…"

No sooner did his words leave his lips did Liara punch the glass once more, causing it to shatter around her as she reached a hand out, clenching the man's neck as she threw him backwards. Him landing oddly on the edge of the surface, causing his body to topple over itself onto the flooring. There was pained and forced laughter coming from the man. He tried to right himself, as he grabbed at his injured left rib-cage. Liara with crunching glass beneath her feet, sent the man into what seemed as scrambling away from her. This brought an evil smile to Liara. She reached a hand down to grip his wild hair. Thrusting his head back to be able to eye her as she stood over his hurt body.

"If I were you, I'd take heed the nature of which you speak to me. I don't know how strong you think you are clone. You are still not up to par with me. But any time you'd like to have a go, I'm right here. It would give me nothing but great joy to take your life from you."

"Then why not just do it now." The man forced out.

"You are so right, why just not do it now." Liara squatted down, slapped the man's left cheek twice as she spoke. "But then, where would the fun in that be?"

"You think you have this little shindig won don't you." A chuckle.

"Let me see," a finger rested on her right cheek before she gave him attitude. "You bloody on the ground me on top."

"The good old times." Now a cocky grimace.

A raise of a repulsed lip. "Something you know knowing about, you sorry excuse for whatever you are."

"Exactly who you know I am." His tone pained.

A roll of her yellow eyes. "A clone, yeah I know that already."

The man on the ground had had enough of this woman calling him this. "Why the fuck you keep calling me that huh now baby girl."

"I ain't your fucking baby girl!" Liara shoved the man backwards enough so his head crashed into the floor. She stood and turned her back on the impostor. "The only reason I ain't hurt you yet clone is…"

"Cause you can't." His tone was, happy?

A roll of her eyes to his words. Completely pushing off his tone. "You're right, and not cause it's against my will or anything. I can't because I was told not to. Stupid bastard."

Two arms pulled themselves around the reluctant woman. Enlarged yellow eyes glowed with their dissatisfaction. The voice that resonated now from her was wild, angry and more than that, menacing. "I was not allowed to kill you, but no one said anything about being able to hurt you."

As the woman within his capable arms began to thrash, he found a strength to hold her tighter. Much to her dismay, which she made sure to show by growling and snapping. The man tried his hand at leaning in and speaking softly. "Okay since both of you seem unable to cope with the fact I'm here in the flesh…"

"Motherfucker it ain't you!" There was another thrash, this time a jerk of the head was thrown backwards, as a failed attempt at a headbutt.

An amused chuckle, which was greeted by another growl. "Damn baby, who hurt you."

Liara tried to move, but every time the powerful arms only clenched and flexed around her tighter. Bearing it impossible to even squirm a bit to break loose. "This sorry son of a bitch that won't take his fucking non smelling hands the fuck off me, that's who."

"Must be a sick bastard then. Getting his kicks on being stronger than you," the man now lifted his arms, Liara still held within with ease. Raised her well enough from the floor to have her head dangerously close to his. However, he could care less. His woman was hurting, he knew it was his fault and there was no way she was going to leave this room tonight without knowing completely that it truly was him. And right on que, she was making her move to make her head give his, a blow. This was his moment, just as this his woman. As soon as she lowered her head to gain a little momentum, he delivered a soft, sweet kiss to the crease of her neck. It would work, it always did. "Having you rub all up on it. Trust me Lobita…"

This thing was getting on Liara nerves. She knew Nicholas would not let her kill him, but hurting him… He would be okay with that at least? Hell it might put her next to him in another cell, but at least she could get rid of some anger, right along with letting this creature know it could not play with her emotions. The ones that he was so gladly toying with ever since his brief appearance.

She made the plans in her mind as he lifted her from the ground, as soon as she was going to go through with connecting the back of her head with his face, there it was. A small tell-tale sign this thing really thought itself her husband. That kiss. That exact spot. The one Dizil found so long ago, to melt her to her very core. Unable to grasp her thoughts or breath, she could do nothing but relax in his strong sure arms.

"You done with the showing me you still get me off yet?" His husky words in her ear, provoking tears to burn her eyes. Her anger had now changed to that of pleading. "I mean it's been how long since I've been with a woman?"

"You know since you were created not too long ago, ain't no damn telling. If you were created in his likeness, poor excuse of a likeness might I add, you're too fucking skinny to be him. You probably ain't got no fucking dick to be honest. Cause honestly, I ain't feel shit. But let's be nice and say you do have a little Vienna, then you a hoe, just like he was. Stupid ass bastard, talking about trust him. Pendejo. Man, fuck you. Let me go."

Her words did nothing but amuse him. "Four years haven't changed you lil mama in the least. Good. I loved that about you. Honesty. Speaking of which, how much stolen time do I have with you until they come down here."

"I can kill you and none would be the wiser." A narrow of her eyes.

"Which won't happen cause my girl needs answers." A small peck on the woman's right temple.

"Okay." A long huff after the lips touched her.

A release of his grip around her waist, allowing the woman down on the metal flooring. She raised a hand to her face before she turned slowly and completely to him. She was eyeing every inch of his person. What was it she was looking for exactly? Her eyes started at his feet, slowly inspecting every part of him. There was a squint on her part, faint as it was, but he saw it. Noted it in his memory, as he allowed her to completely drink him in.

She was not going to hurt him or try and run. She had come to a certain conclusion in her mind that she did indeed need information. Facts only he himself could give her. Dizil could see her mind hard at work, contradicting itself as she stood there. Drying eyes, hurt soul, jumbled mind, and a weak sense of pride. But the fact her eyes were dull spoke even louder than her demeanor.

The extremely tall man cleared his throat. "It was me." Before allowing himself the luxury of watching her reaction, he lifted a right hand to his unruly locks and ran his fingers through them. Closed his eyes tight, as he cussed himself for many things. One being the fact he hadn't the strength to hold his woman's gaze.

Liara furrowed her brow as she watched the man, she tilted her head to the right as she studied him. "That took a pulled punch, yes we all know."

That sarcasm brought a feeling over him, which manifested itself into a lick of his lips. "It still hurt."

A shrug, "it was supposed to, dumbass."

A slight smile. "On the balcony that night."

Liara was completely unprepared for that statement. Her reaction was of sheer fear as she stumbled backwards. Her hands trembled as they raised in front of her to extend a pointer finger upright on either side of her. Gasping air as she was unable to form words. The towering man stepped closer. This made Liara take a huge step backward. She was unprepared for the jolt her body gave as it collided with the glass behind her. Her body ricocheted right back into the tender arms of the impostor.

Wet eyes closed tight, as a whisper left her lips and found his chest. "Di…zil."

"I'm so sorry. I scared you. That was never my intention. I… I… I…" He felt the tense of the body within his arms. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

A turn of a lip. "I smelled him, I smelled my Dizil. A fraction of a second. But that was a lie, just like you."

"We all have lies we're keeping, now don't we mamacita? But I never meant to make you recoil as you did. I thought you were stronger than that." He knew she'd try and back away from him. He pulled her even closer.

"I… I lost control that night. When you smell what once meant the most to you, which you lost so violently… please let me go. I don't want to do this any longer. I need to go. I need to be away from what ever the hell you are. I know you ain't him, you are a cheap copy, one I find horribly done in fact and I cannot stand the fact you have no fucking smell. Please." Her words were tearing on his heart, but when she looked up to him with a tear forming in her right eye. That was his breaking point. He was hurting her, and that was not the way he was trying to go about anything.

There was a linger of his eyes into hers, a natural reaction to that of which he was always attracted. She was perfect, nothing about her wasn't in his opinion since day one. He took a long inhale. It was when he let the breath go when everything changed.

Liara's eyes reopened wide with a color he longed to see. However, they weren't from attraction, they were from… fear? Followed by a hard furrow. A broken breath. "What the fuck are you playing at?" A shake of her head, as she carefully backed away from the man.

"Look at me." Glowing eyes lifted to meet his.

A tense of her brow as she took in the eyes staring back at her. They were a creamy milky yellow, but this is not what was concerning. It was what was overpowering the room. "Di…zil." A hard swallow, as a hand lifted high to take in his cheek but stopped before touching him. "No."

Liara pushed him hard in the chest as she tried to run from the room. A large hand took hers and pulled her back into him. "Not this time."

"Prove it to me. You can possess every single one of his memories, all of his person." Liara yanked his vest open to see the wounds the man carried from the day he was supposedly murdered. Three shots to the heart and a stab wound for good measure. "Yet there are some things that he himself would never let anyone know. I need this. Please save yourself from being killed by my hands. I promise there will be no waking up from this one this time."

A contented huff contorted his body. "I love that you went blue for me. Funny you wait till I'm dead to give that to me."

A harsh tone to his dry joke. "I'm not playing with you. And I'm not going to…"

"Da..." With the beginning of his word cutting her off, she wore shock as she looked his eyes back and forth. She lightly touched his lips, stopping him before she ran from the glass holding cell completely.