Author's Notes: Apologies to the people who liked the "Ask Lucian" fic I wrote, the administrators removed it because apparently interactive fics are not allowed. If I have the time I'll post it on another site.

Also, I forgot to add the rest of the cast in the prologue, who get introduced in this chapter. Here is the cast list.

Michael Ironside…Alex Ravel

Kane Kosugi…Dante

Hakim Alston…Razor

Max Ryan…Palmer

Jeremy Renner…Nigel

Andy Chen…Havoc

Danny Trejo…Luis

Silvio Simac…Gavin

Marshall Teague…Dorian

Well anyway, here part one

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Only Human

***

Alex Ravel was one of the few humans in the world that knew of the secret war that had been brewing for the past few centuries. And that wasn't just because he was sitting in a chair across from a lycan at that very moment.

Alex was in his mid fifties, and slightly balding. Despite his age, there was something about him that made Azrael tell that he could easily beat the shit out of someone half his age.

Azrael, who was very much alive, despite his almost fatal encounter with Lucian several centuries ago, at the battle of the Alps. He hadn't changed much since then, only now his hair was much shorter, and he had a neatly trimmed beard, but his icy blue eyes were just as cold as ever.

"I'm just curious," Alex said as he leaned foreword. "Just why are you helping me anyway? You know what I get out of this. But besides the money I'm paying you, what is the other reason?"

Azrael just sat there, smoking the cigarette before answering. "I get the pleasure of watching Lucian die a painful death," he replied with a smirk.

Alex nodded. "Fair enough. And, I trust that…"

Azrael snorted at that. "Trust…please. I haven't lived for almost a thousand years without learning a few things; one of which is not to trust anyone. I don't trust you, and I know you don't trust me, and not just because I could rip your throat out in less than a second if I wanted to. After all, you're only human."

Alex scowled at that, but he remained calm. "True."

Azrael nodded. "Yes, so anyway, once this is over, I'll have my satisfaction at seeing his death, and you will have the perfect weapon."

"Speaking of which, you're kind really had a lot of nerve coming here and stealing the ultra violet ammunition that was made," Alex said bitterly, while Azrael just chuckled.

"My kind does whatever it takes to win."

***

"KILL HIM!"

"GET UP!"

"KICK HIS ASS!"

These, and several more yells and curses were coming from one of the main rooms of Alex's compound, as the group of men he had hired to carry out his plan were now watching two of them beat the shit out of each other. All the people in the room wore similar clothing, all black, and the clothes were best suited for combat.

The first, Gavin, was a tall, buff man in his early thirties with dark hair and brown eyes. The second, Dorian, was in his forties with hair that was turning white, with black eyes.

Both men were moving across the fighting mattress, exchanging brutal martial arts blows. Finally, Gavin smashed Dorian with an open palm to the chest, stunning him long enough for Gavin to lash out with a crescent kick, knocking him to the ground.

Some of the men cheered, while others grumbled and handed over money to the ones who cheered. Luis, a Hispanic man in his forties, patted Gavin on the back. Another, Nigel, who had dark blonde hair and brown eyes, walked over to the man leaning against the corner.

He had been watching the fight with an incredibly bored tone. He had dark brown hair, that was sort of spiky, and brown eyes. He also appeared to have a bit of Asian decent.

"So, what'd you think, Dante?" Nigel asked as he walked up to him. Dante sighed.

"I thought they both couldn't fight for shit."

He said the last part particularly loud so the others in the room would hear him, which they did, and looked at him with disbelieving looks, except for Gavin and Dorian, who looked rather pissed off at that remark.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Gavin asked as Dante walked out of the corner.

"I said that you couldn't fight worth shit. Are you deaf, or just retarded?" he asked.

That did it.

Gavin lunged, attacking Dante with a snap kick and several punches. To his surprise, Dante blocked every single blow with ease before ducking and sweeping Gavin's legs out from under him.

"As I said: you can't fight." Dante said as he stood up and spat on Gavin. He turned towards the group. "Ok, now I'm in the mood to fight some more. Who else wants to get their ass kicked?"

Havoc (whenever he was asked why he was named that, he just said they didn't want to know), an Asian with blonde hair, walked over to him, squaring off against him. Dante liked Havoc, simply because he had seen the guy in fights before. He was precise, calm, and merciless.

Just like me… he thought to himself as Havoc took a combat stance. Dante attacked, launching a snap kick, but Havoc dodged and tried to sweep Dante's legs out from under him, but the other warrior turned the kick into a backflip, dodging the attack.

He landed and then Havoc attacked with vicious punches and kicks. Finally he landed a blow, hitting Dante in the nose with an open palm, causing his head to snap backwards. He lowered his head, blood trickling out of his nose.

He was good…

…but I'm better.

As Havoc tried to kick him again, Dante sidestepped, dodging the attack. As Havoc turned, Dante lashed out with a kick, striking him in the stomach. As Havoc recoiled from the blow, Dante readjusted the kick, and struck him in the head, causing his head to snap backwards. Finally, Dante leapt up, lashing out with a jumping reverse thrust kick, smashing Havoc in the chest, and knocking him to the ground.

Dante landed and chuckled as Havoc slowly rose to his feet, coughing up some blood on the way up.

"Gentlemen."

Everyone looked over as Alex, followed by Azrael, entered the room. They looked at Azrael with varying looks of caution and hostility, except for Dante, who looked uninterested as he moved back to the corner.

"Tonight, you all move out. You will find Lucian, and you will bring him here alive. The rest are expendable, if you wish to kill them," Alex stated to the group, who nodded in approval. Azrael just rolled his eyes.

"Well anyway, I'm out of here. I'll call you if anything comes up," he addressed to Alex, who nodded.

After he had left, Alex turned back to the mercenaries. "So," he began. "How is our friend doing?"

They all shrugged and mumbled in response. Alex looked around the group with a confused expression.

"Wait a minute. Where's Nick?"

Razor, a tall and muscular black man with short dreadlocks, suddenly snickered. Alex instantly glared at him. "What is so funny?"

Razor shrugged. "…oh, we just…locked him in there with him."

Alex's eyes bulged out of his head. "You WHAT!?"

Razor slightly recoiled at the anger in Alex's voice. "I thought it would be funny."

Alex rolled his eyes. Un-fucking believable… he thought to himself as he walked towards a door on the other side of the room, opening it and walking through it.

***

In the nest room was a large empty room with a smaller room separated by a large panel of glass, the smaller room contained the door that Alex had just walked through. Inside was a male, who was impossible to identify since his body was mangled beyond repair.

The person standing above his body was huge, even larger than Razor. He wore a dirty and torn outfit, and his face was covered with a hockey mask. In one hand he held a machete, which dripped with newly-spilt blood.

He raised his head and caught sight of Alex. Raising his machete he walked foreword. As he neared the glass Alex pressed a button on a remote that he withdrew from his coat.

The hockey mask wearing man was shot back as what looked like an electric force field appeared in front of the glass. Alex chuckled.

"Sorry about that, Mr. Voorhees…oh wait, I'm not sorry. Now I know you are just dying to kill something, although that must have satisfied you a little. But don't worry, soon you will be allowed to shed more than enough blood to satisfy your lust."

Whether or not the giant known as Jason Voorhees understood him was unknown, but he back off and stayed still, so Alex figured he must have.

***

Michael slowly opened his eyes when he realized Selene was no longer in his arms. Sitting up, he looked around the room.

"Selene?" he asked aloud as he got out of the bed and put on a pair of pants. He walked into the main room of their apartment, and then the bathroom. She was nowhere to be found.

"She must have gone out for a walk," Michael thought aloud. This was a common thing for her to do now. She would usually walk around the city at night every once in a while. She said it was to think, but she didn't say what about.

***

Selene walked down the practically deserted street, lost in her thoughts.

Ever since that night fifteen years ago, when everything changed, when Lucian and Michael became hybrids, when she learned the truth about how Viktor killed her family, and how she and Lucian had killed him, she didn't know what to really think anymore.

She had thought of Viktor as her father, and had loved him as one, and when she found out from Kraven that he had killed her family, and only spared her because she reminded him of Sonja, had hurt her.

But Michael had helped ease the pain. He was always there for her, protecting her, saving her life. He stayed by her side night after night, with her body nestled in his arms.

She enjoyed the warmth that he carried with him from the sunlight; it was incredibly comforting.

She trailed off in her thoughts as she heard footsteps behind her, as she neared an alley.

Someone was following her.

She spun around and found herself face to face with a death dealer. He aimed a handgun at her.

Then, two more emerged from the darkness, both aiming weapons at her. Selene glanced back and forth between the trio.

"I should have known Marcus wouldn't have listened to us when we told him to give up. I should have just killed him," Selene muttered to herself.

"Actually, they're with me."

Selene froze at the voice, shock, disbelief, and horror filled her as she looked at the alley where the two other death dealers had come from…

…and as she watched, Viktor, who was supposed to be dead, emerged, wearing the clothing he had worn the night he had died.

"I think we need to have a little talk."