(a/n): Hello! Everybody!! How are you all doing?? I hope you are doing great!! Anyway here is a second part of the Once A Friend, Now An Enemy. But first, I want to thank my reviewers:

Cough: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. I do my best on all of that kind of stuff. Hope you keep reading, because more matches are coming up. ^_~

Fun: Oh my god!! You make me jump up and down every time I read your reviews! Yes, you are right. With a little practice and Zack might just be as cool as Dess.

Lacrease: Shame on you Dessloch.

Dessloch: What? It wasn't my fault!!!

Lacrease: As Fun colorfully put it; you need practice, practice, practice!!

Dessloch: I would've beaten him for perfect if it was a different author.

Lacrease: If it was a different author, you wouldn't exist, pal. Because you're not that famous in UT.

Dessloch:…..

Anyway, thanks so much for reading. And you'll find out what Trish thinks about all of this. The secret between Dessloch and Zack will be, also, revealed in this chapter. Enjoy!

Slash The Ironman: Yep, he did show him whose boss. I'm glad you liked it. Well here's the chapter you were waiting for. ^_*.

Chapter17: Once A Friend, Now An Enemy. Part II

            Dessloch was in the medical, getting examined by one of the doctors. "Now tell me again. From which floor you fell from?" Her raspy, old voice has perched when she put down the medical chart. "From the third." Dessloch didn't bother to sound polite to her either. She was growing on his nerves especially with her voice.

            The doctor took off her glasses from her beaky nose and sat them aside. "You should be careful in the future. You might not be so lucky. You—" "Look, I don't need you to tell me the information I already know. Just tell me my stats and I will leave." The doctor bored into his eyes and sighed. "Your stats are perfectly fine. You bruised a few ribs but they should heal soon." Dessloch nodded and got off the medical bed, relieved.

            Dessloch's eyes quickly fell on his opponent, Zack Vicklair. Oh he remembers him, alright. He was a good person, a really good person until that one day. That day that Dessloch will never forget. "How is he?" He asked as he found a shirt and put it on. "Vicklair's stats are stable. He should be able to go to his room today."

            "Good, good." Dessloch murmured under his breath and came over to him and saw him breath slowly, his chest going up and down, up and down, up and down. Dessloch wanted to kill that bastard right on the spot.

            "Stay away from the patient, please." Dessloch clutched his knuckles when he heard the doctor's voice ring through his ears. He took a step back and saw Kyla come in the medical with a nurse's garment through the entrance. Right on schedule. Dessloch thought as he smiled to himself.

            "Doctor, I am here to take over for the rest of the night." Kyla politely said to the old wench. "Right, thank you…" "Rosalinda." Kyla has said. "Oh right. You're that new nurse. Yes, very well. Good night." The doctor walked away and they were both silent, waiting for her to get far so she didn't hear.

            "I thought you wouldn't come." Dessloch said and saw Kyla smile. "Yeah, well. It was kind of hard to get past the Liandri Troops." "Those bastards." Dessloch growled and slammed his fist into the wall. "Now, now. Behave yourself." Kyla walked up to

Zack and took of the wires that were plugged into his skin.

            Kyla gasped when Zack grabbed her hand firmly and his brutal eyes shot open. Kyla wrenched her hand away from him and backed away as Zack stood on his feet and his eyes landed on Dessloch's. "Well, well, well." Dessloch said as he came up to him. "Isn't it the all time famous leader of the Omega team, Zack Vicklair?" Zack's eyes showed confusion and Dessloch smiled at Zack's question. "You know me?" Dess felt like laughing out loud. He has forgotten him. After all he has done to him. "What's the matter, Vicklair? Having an amnesia?"   

            Zack's eyes darken and he knotted his knuckles into fists as Dessloch continued. "Don't you remember me?" Dessloch saw Zack's eyes widen with surprise. "It can't be." He quietly said. "Oh, but it can." Dessloch came up to him face to face. "What the matter, Vicklair? Thought I died? Thought you got rid of me for good. Well guess again."

            Zack lowered his head, as he looked ashamed. "Luther…it wasn't my fault." He looked up at him. "I had to do what was right." "Nobody does the right thing!" Dessloch screamed out. "What was the right thing, Vicklair? Put an innocent man in prison? And then sell him off into the tournament?" Zack's eyes pierced Dessloch's. "Innocent? You weren't innocent." "What do you know!? Nothing at all! That's what! You don't know how glad am I that you're here. I'll pay you back all the hospitality you have given me."

            "The tournament has changed you." Zack simply said. "The tournament? No, no. You have changed me, my friend. You have destroyed my life, my future, everything!" Dessloch screamed out each of his words. "Just for what exactly, Vicklair? For money?" Zack lowered his head again and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Luther." "Sorry doesn't cut it." Dess spit back. "You have turned me into a monster! You have taken my vision from me!" Zack backed up a step as Dessloch approached him further. "You have taken my freedom. My life, my…everything." Dessloch quietly said. "And I haven't done anything."

            This time, Dessloch lowered his head and closed his eyes as he started to remember his brutal past. Bombs, everywhere. Feeling betrayed and no one on his side. Panting and sweating from heat and running. He almost made it out, he was almost home, almost escaped the torture. And there he was, Zack Vicklair, standing on top of that hill, pointing the gun straight at his tiring, bruised face.

            Dessloch snapped back into reality. "Why?" Dessloch quietly asked. Zack didn't have the answer for the youth in front of him, he, too, knew he was wrong. "Why have you done this? Couldn't you just have let me go? Couldn't let me slip by?" Dessloch was very quiet as visions from the past came back.

            He shot his head to Zack and fury was burning in his eyes. Dessloch punched Zack in his stomach and he fell to the ground. "Well, now that you're here. I guess I will have my vengeance." Zack stood up slowly. "Don't do this Luther, you're not like them." "Then why have you imprisoned me just like everybody else?" Dessloch asked as he curled his lip. "You have made a mistake coming here." Dessloch pulled back his hand to throw another punch but stopped at Zack's words. "I was forced to come here. Like you were. I was imprisoned as well." Dessloch put down his arm and stared at him with disbelief.

            "Then…how come you are on the Red Team?" "I was forced by this guy named Xan." Dessloch's soul burned with hatred at the mention of that name. "So why are you helping them out?" Dessloch plainly asked but Zack did not answer. "You have put my whole team in danger, you worthless piece of shit!" Dessloch punched him again but Zack ducked and his fist slammed into the wall, leaving an imprint of it.

            "Come here, you bastard!" Zack grabbed Dessloch's punch and hit him with his other fist. Luther backed off and grabbed his nose as blood ran from it. Kyla watched the two males exchange hits and kicks. She was amazed. She never expected this too happen. She couldn't help anyone of them out. It's their fight, alone.

            "Luther, calm down. I'm not helping them out!" Zack placed a data chart in front of his face as Luther's fist broke it. "Really?" Dessloch sounded pretty calm but he was acting berserk. "How else they knew where Trinity was!? She got shot, you son of a bitch!" Zack rolled of into the distance as he kept dodging Dessloch's hits. "Look! I'm gaining my freedom, alright!" Zack screamed back as he danced around the room. "I didn't even know you were here! Seriously!"

            Dessloch stopped and looked dead into his eyes. "So you're just helping yourself out? You don't care who gets hurt in the process!? You make a lousy soldier, Vicklair." Zack took a breather and shot back at Dessloch. "I am not a soldier. I was relieved from my command." Dessloch smiled which seemed very annoyed. "Yeah? Then why tell that fucking Liandri, about her suit!? How did you know in the first place? Why did you tell them where she went?"

            "So I could gain my trust from Xan and get closer to him. The minute I would, I would tear him apart." Dessloch's eyes fired up, as he was angered even more. "You put her life in danger just so you could get a chance to kill Xan!? Why, you bastard!" Dessloch climbed over the table and hit Zack in the face with his foot.

            Zack crumbled on the floor and coughed up his blood. "I will not let you hurt her, you MONSTER!" Kyla closed her eyes when Dessloch raised Zack's head by his hair. "You can go to hell!" Dessloch swung an uppercut at Zack's face and he spun across the room. "Maybe I could've forgiven you for imprisoning me, but Trish—Never! I will never forgive you."

            Zack got up and wiped his mouth with his backhand. "You're berserk, Dessloch." He angered him more and Dessloch ran straight at him and tackled him. "You will pay for this." He snarled and swung a punch at Zack. Zack caught it and rolled over, forcing Dessloch into the floor. "I tried to be nice to you, Luther." Zack said and this time he punched him.

            Dessloch tilted his head to his right and Zack's knuckle shattered the plates in the floor. Dessloch put a knee between him and Zack and pushed him off into the wall. Luther quickly got up and slammed him into the wall with his body.

            Dessloch held him by his throat and took a surgical blade from a berth and forced it against Zack's neck. "I knew I could never trust you, Vicklair. I spent years in my CAGE mourning about that day. Thinking if I should forgive you. You've proven me wrong. God have mercy on you, because I won't."

            "What the hell is going on here?" Dessloch whipped his head at Trinity standing in the entrance hall.

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            Trinity, alone, came into the medical, wearing an official Blood Reavers suit with a mask and glasses covering her face. Dessloch dropped the blade he was holding along with Zack.

            "Trinity! What are you doing here!? Its dangerous!" Dessloch ran up to her and held her by her shoulders. "I…" She slumped her head on her collarbone. "I came to see if you were okay." She quietly said. Dessloch only frowned. "And you didn't care if you were in danger?"

            "It's not dangerous." Zack said as he stood up slowly and rubbed he neck. "The Liandri Troops are waiting for her in the West Wing of the Blue Bunker. I know because I told them she'd be there."

            Dessloch's eyes burned. "Why you bastard! You led them straight to our Bunker!" He made a move just when Trinity grabbed his arm. "You're wrong, Dess. Our Home is not there anymore. We are now in the North Wing, next to the Necris. Zack told me that they'll be waiting for me there, so the Necris were kind enough to lend us free space."

            This time, Dessloch's eyes shot up at her. "Zack told you?" He shook his head and tried to confirm it but couldn't. "You are telling me that this slagger—" He pointed at Zack. "—teamed up with you? This man is dangerous!" Trinity put a finger to his lip which shut him up. "You're wrong, Dessloch." She said in a soothing voice, that didn't make feel better at all.

            "He is the one who gave us the room to get patched up." Dessloch's eyes widened in disbelief. "And you don't even think he's a spy? What if there were cameras? What if he's gaining our trust? Didn't that slip your mind?"

            Trinity lowered her head, she had no words. Luther was about to blow up. All his time in the tournament, he fought against Xan. Trinity thought of him as a spy, no matter how many times he has proven her wrong. And now, she will trust this Vicklair with her life and she doesn't even know him.

            "Tell him." Zack said from behind as he came up towards the two. "Tell me what?" Dessloch asked, confused as he looked at Zack and then back at Trish. She seemed to slump her shoulders in defeat.

            "I haven't been quite honest with you, Dess." Dessloch's eyes widened even more with shock. He didn't know what to expect from her now. He had no clue of what she might say. She might tell him that she's the spy or that she works for Xan. She might say that she was ordered to kill him.

            More and more thoughts came into his mind, each getting uglier as they kept coming. He shook his head to shake the feeling. No he was wrong. She can't be any of that, he loves her, and she loves him back.

            Dessloch looked at Trinity. "Tell me." She seemed to hesitate and he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked carefully into her eyes. "Tell me." He said it quietly. Trinity slowly looked at Zack and he nodded. "I…" She started as she sounded very hurt and uncomfortable. "Zack, here." She turned to look at him. Dessloch followed her gaze as she continued on. "Zack was my trainer before I entered the tournament. Zack is my friend, Dess." Dess's eyes were widened as he was just mentally hit in the gut and he was beyond shocked.

(a/n): Well now you can guess what Trinity thinks about all this, huh? Well anyway. I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry if its not posted very soon but my phone line is not that good. I can't get on the Internet because of it. So pardon me for the delays. Please review.