Elvis instantly realised whose the bullets were. dataDyne, the only other group that used that gun, were now no more...the corporation had been bombed by a Skedar ( a flawed corporation ). Jonathon. Was he still alive ?. Had he been captured ?. He couldn't have been. There was nobody who could have taken him. The Skedar were a fallen race. There were no signs of a break in, and it would be impossible anyway with the CI's new security system. Then he remembered, the jumpship had been missing from the hangar. Jonathon was the only one who knew how to fly it. But why would he do something like this, WHY ?!...



Elvis suddenly began to feel endangered. He ran through the silent, bloodied building, back to the deserted hangar. Heading to his ship, he reached into the weapons compartment there, he wasn't going to touch any of the CI's weapons. Grabbing a phoenix, he felt a lot more secure. Something bad was going to happen, he could sense it. A craft sounded just outside. Elvis dashed behind a pile of crates nearby, just as one of the hangar doors bleeped, registering security clearance, and began to raise. A yellow and red hovercar flew in with a broken window, landing clumsily, and fast. A familiar face appeared, bloodied and panic-stricken...



Jonathon leapt out of his last stolen vehicle, panicking, the reloaded gun still in his hand - he felt safer with it like that. He started to run towards the hangar exit ramp. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strange sounding shot smashed the glass ahead of him, and a familiar voice sounded out, echoing in the empty space of the hangar behind him.

'Stop RIGHT there, Jonathon Dark.'

This was becoming far too much for one man to handle. He froze. There was no time to turn and shoot, he had a feeling the gun that had just been fired was aimed at the back of his head.

'What the hell are you doing here, you screwed up piece of alien shit ?'...



Elvis had the gun pointed directly at the back of Jonathon's head. What Jon had just said gave the game away, it HAD been him after all

'Drop the gun, Jon, and tell me why you did it'

Dropping his magnum reluctantly, he replied;

'Did what, maggot ?'

Elvis fired just between Jon's feet as a warning, and began to walk slowly up to him.



Jon heard the stupid creature approaching him.

'You know what I mean', said the alien coldly, now directly behind him.

'You mean...the murders', said Jon, watching the aliens reflection in a fragment of shattered glass nearby.

'Yes', said Elvis firmly.

Jonathon summed up all the energy he had left.

'Aaahh...well-'

He quickly kicked backwards, as he saw Elvis' reflection turn it's head slightly, sending the small maian flying onto his back, winded, a few feet away. Lightning fast, Jon scooped up his magnum, and spun round, pulling the trigger rapidly. The gun didn't fire. The barrel had flipped out when he dropped it, d*mn. He ducked and rolled behind some crates as shots from what he recognized to be a maian phoenix whizzed past him. Reloading his weapon, he thought about what to do next...



Elvis recovered himself slightly, releasing a few shots from his phoenix at this traitorous human being. His stomach was in agony, Jonathans kick really had some power. Jon stopped fiddling with his magnum and rolled away, just in time to avoid the shots. Now Elvis was fighting for his own life, as well as vendetta for what had been Joanna and the others. He reloaded and switched to explosive shells, they would definitely be needed in this situation. Ducking and dashing behind what he assumed to be Jonathans hovercar, his mind began to puzzle again. Jonathon had always been so friendly and....sarcastic, but this ?. What had happened to him ?. He was so different...



Jon rolled out again, finger on the trigger. Where was that stupid alien ?. His question was answered as Elvis rolled out again, the phoenix making the sound that gave it it's name this time. The sound of the legendary Phoenix. Small explosions erupted around him, igniting a patch of oil on the floor nearby. 'Crap!'

Jonathon let his DY-357 roar. Two shots twanged off the hovercar, near Elvis' head. A third punctured the windscreen, cracking the glass. Elvis disappeared from view again, and Jon twisted back behind the crate, breathing fast and hard, and reloading the final bullets into his gun. Six shots. One to that green bastard's head and it would all be over. For a while. He started to come up with another plan...



Elvis ducked down again. That had been way too close. He listened to the usual 'ssshrreeek' as he dissolved an orb into the gun. His final orb. He never had expected to need to use this weapon. Eight shots, and one needed to kill this traitor once and for all. He slowly looked up over the bonnet of the hovercar, and came up with a plan...



Jon automatically flinched as he heard the phoenix's cry again, distracting him from his plan even though he was behind cover. Suddenly a large explosion behind threw him back against the crates he was hiding behind.

'SHIT!', he cried, shocked and slightly burned by the heatwave.

Elvis had hit one of the oil barrels nearby with his explosive shells. Jon looked around to see if there were any more.

'OOOHHHHHH SHIT!'

There was one right next to him, why hadn't he thought of this before ?!. The phoenix screeched again. Jon leapt. The barrel exploded, propelling him forward across the floor. Shocked and temporarily deafened and burnt, he got up, sliding on more oil, and began to run frantically. He felt a strange hot sensation near his foot as he ran.

'AAHHH!'

His foot was on fire!

'Elvis you alien maggot SHIT!'

Jonathon began to run towards Elvis, firing off all his shots as he ran. As if in slow motion, the bullets all pounded around Elvis, each one missing him by millimetres. Elvis got up, took aim, and fired...

Jon went flying back as three orbs blew into his chest and abdomen, throwing him limp to the floor, a few metres back. A few slow seconds passed. Elvis walked towards the body, speechless. Jonathon was still alive, but dying, gaping holes in his chest. He coughed faintly, spewing blood onto the floor.



As he lay there numb, his life slowly escaping, something triggered in Jonathan Dark's mind. What have I done...? WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE ? The realisation of what he'd done slowly crept into his mind. He'd murdered everyone. Killed his friends. Killed his family. Killed innocent people from other innocent families. Killed every member of the Institute he had worked years for and would have done anything for. Killed himself. Why ? WHY ? What the hell for ? Because he had been jealous of his sister. A brave woman who saved the planet, narrowly avoiding death herself, until being killed by the person she trusted most. Her brother. He had destroyed himself, torn himself apart, because of jealousy. He'd been getting drunk and legless, being a lowlife, ruined himself, because of the one thing which had polluted him. Jealousy. He began to cry, as agony swept across his tattered body. The pain set in. He wa s paying for what he'd done. He slowly opened his teary, bloodied eyes. A black hole waited him. Behind it was the face that had given justice for what he had done. Elvis. He mouthed as best he could

'I'm sorry'.



Elvis pointed the gun directly at Jonathans contorted face, which was twisted in agony, as he half opened his eyes. He was trying to say something. Elvis ignored him.

'Shut up and die, Jon, you traitor. Go straight to the hell you came from. I hate you, and so does your sister, wherever she is now. So does the whole Institute'



That was the last thing Jonathon Dark ever heard.



Elvis breathed a sigh of relief as Jonathon Dark breathed out his final, long breath. He turned to walk straight to his craft, and inform the Maians about what had happened. Suddenly there was a voice from the hangar door.



'We're done, Sir.'

'Good, open it up'



Elvis didn't know what to do. He was standing in the middle of the empty hangar, nowhere to run. The huge hangar door opened.



'Holy...'

'What the hell...?'

'Shit'

'Oh my...'

'Jeeez'



The government agents were stunned. They had been sent to investigate the huge explosions heard inside after their calls weren't answered. The whole scene appeared infront of them as they finished hacking the door security system. A Maian was standing a few metres away, looking stunned, a phoenix pistol in his hand. Blood was everywhere, bullet holes filled the walls, flaming pools of oil were scattered around, and two human beings were dead on the floor, one with shredded clothes and burnt skin. Shattered glass was also all over the floor, and a strange looking craft was positioned next to a battered hovercar.



'Looks like the Maians have declared war on us, Sir...'

'Looks like they have...', said the commander, dazed by the sight.



One of them raised a Dragon machine gun and aimed it at the aliens head...