-Chapter 23-










"Mike!" Kat screamed out, "Stop right there!" Surprisingly, he stopped in his tracks, showing a sorrowful expression on his mutated face. "KAT........" he lightly growled out with a tone of melancholy in his growl. She noticed that the man thing in the trench coat was lifting itself off of the ground, like Mike's form, but with thicker legs, a normal head and shorter claws; it approached him swiftly.

He noticed the reflection in her eyes, and he glanced back; as a humanly reaction, he pushed her carefully away and turned around to face the other Tyrant.

It dashed at him before he even had a chance to respond, shoving its claw into his stomach. He spat out some blood before he was struck again; and again for a few more times before he had a chance to think of a counter slash. Next thing he knew, the Tyrant was lifting him above its head and dropped him over the side onto a glass display conveniently setup to be used as a device of impaling. His body made contact with the glass; he landed stomach first, impaled by the sharp glass spikes. He choked up blood, and noticed that his vision was blurring.

"No! Mike!" she screamed as she saw him impaled on the glass; his blood oozing over the glass, painting it amethyst and crimson. The Tyrant approached his body, grabbed his impaled head as if to taunt him with its accomplishment. He lifted his left arm from off of the glass and thrust it into the Tyrant's chest cavity, ripping off the ribcage and ripping open the stomach, spilling entrails onto the marble tile.

He pushed himself off of the glass platform, feeling the glass spikes pass through and out of his body as he raised from the spikes. He staggered to his feet weakly, glanced at the body of the Tyrant. In his state of weakness, his diverse consciousness actually seemed to agree with each other for once; sending commands throughout his body to eat, to gain the nutrients and heal itself; he kneels down to the Tyrant, put one claw in its chest cavity, removined the still pumping heart. He licked his lips hungrily and bit into the pulsating muscle, staining his teeth and lips with green blood. He swallowed the heart after chewing on it; then went for the rest of the body muscle of the Tyrant.

Almost immediately as soon as he finished the last bite of the Tyrant's corpse; devouring every muscle, skin tissue, and organ on the body of the monster, leaving nothing but the skeleton and the claws.

Kat stood where he pushed her, opened mouthed, shocked that he had devoured the body tissues of the other thing like him in a matter of three minutes. She stared more as he stood up, making his whole body in her view.

He stood and stared back at her, his emotions hidden behind his disgusting transformed face and blood filmed eyes; but he still maintained a portion of his former human self in his heart. He tried to smile at her, but his genes interfered. His whole body suddenly felt like it was set ablaze, this burning was different from the other ones he had before; this one seemed stronger than the last ones.

His body started to steam from his internal body temperature rising to monumental levels. He slightly fell back; feeling as though he were punched in the stomach and chest by twin basketball sized wrecking balls. He felt his head become rounder in the front, creating an entirely alien form that he cannot identify, his eyes sunk deeper into their sockets; he felt his ribcage expand, he wailed in unearthly agony as he saw the ribs protrude from out of their place and out of his muscle and skin. The pale gray coloration to his skin darkened around his chest cavity, hardening into dark gray semi-scale structures.

He staggered toward the staircase, heading toward her and with a reasonable speed for something in apparent pain, holding out a now grotesque, scabbed, and scaled clawed hand to help her up from the ground.

Instinctively, she pointed her handgun at his now exposed black heart that was pumping vital blood into his body's various structures. He looked down at her weapon; his crimson eyes seemed to water as he realized that he could not get any sympathy from her, only death.

Knowing this; he let out a roar of anger and lunged at her. She dodged him, seeing him crash claw first into the wall, driving his whole arm onto the structure. She backed away, aiming at his seemingly soft back, and fired the whole magazine into him.

He cried out in pain as the bullets ripped through his body, painting the wall with his blood. He felt woozy, disoriented, and anguished; he withdrew his claw and turned around to face her, he narrowed his eyes at her. She reloaded and fired another magazine into him, this time into his chest. He staggered back off balance, and resumed his slow stalk towards her, already losing a small amount of blood. She reloaded again and fired another whole magazine into his chest, some piercing the heart. He cried out painfully and dropped to his knees, then collapsed before her. A puddle of blood formed under his body. She turned around and headed for the elevator.