Grrr! I hate myself! I am a very sorry person! I think my teachers are
purposely giving me a lot of homework so I won't continue this. That, or
I'm just a lazy loser. -.- In this case, we must choose choice B that I am
lazy. Sowwie. My life is becoming more dysfunctional. But, nobody cares
about me, only the fic, so, here it is. I'll just mourn to myself (goes
into a corner and cries a river).
Steffi-333: I think any person who says the guys aren't at all hot have got to be tripping. Unless they're men who are straight, I suppose they have the right to say the men aren't cute.
Clez: Thank you for saying the ending was funny! Don't worry! I'll try to have action in here!
Gijinka Renamon: Ohoho! Thank you for saying it was coolios! Or, actually, cool, but I like coolios. E-hem, anyways.
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Taking care of the two guards was extremely easy.
Skinner jumped in, though not at all voluntarily, aiming right at the mutant that seemed able to create vines from his fingers.
Of course, the thief was smart enough to take Tom's guns with him. Smirking to himself at the agent's distress, who couldn't yell out in protest, he strolled up to the guard. He could understand the look of horror on the poor man's face, who was gazing at two guns floating towards him.
However, the man soon composed himself, as let his hands right in front of him, his fingers becoming snake-like, green vines.
They stretched, aiming for the guns, wrapping them tightly around the weapons. Unfortunately, Skinner was unprepared, which made it so easy for him to give it up. He huffed, deciding to go for the full blow.
He might've not been built for physical activity, however he was a male, and would still hit pretty hard. He charged full-force at the mutant's stomach, proud to hear the grunt of the air getting pushed out of him.
His friend began to run to his aide, yet was stopped by the immortal Dorian. He had his sword in the mutant's path, just an inch from his foot. He was leaning on it casually, on leg crossed leisurely over the other, a pompous air around him.
He lifted his sword back up and slashed delicately at the leg of the mutant. Glowering back at his attacker, the mutant seemed not to care for his injury. Rather, he stood up straight, his arms held out as if he was going to chant. Fire suddenly burst right in the palms, flickering hazardously. It lit up the features of the mutant, which seemed deadly evil at that moment.
Dorian had only a minute to give a look of awe, before the fire-producer threw the flame right into his stomach. The immortal was thrown to the ground, heaving out air, as he struggled to his feet. However, the mutant was on him, trying to light up flames again. It was ironic Dorian's sword laid just a yard from him.
Skinner was having a little more luck. He began to throw punches rapidly into his opponent's face, trying to take the two guns again. However, the mutant regained himself quickly, as he let his vine-fingers wrap around the arms of the invisible man. How he found out where they were, the thief had no idea. However, he was soon lifted into the air, thrown down on the ground onto his back.
He lay there, groaning, for a few minutes. The mutant got to his own feet swiftly, as he turned to find Skinner. Trying to forget his pain, Skinner let a hand reach out to grab the mutant's ankle to pull him down. As the mutant tumbled down on the ground, the thief reached out again to grab the two guns, which were positioned a foot behind him. He took them and slammed them hard onto the mutant's head.
He gave a shriek of pain, clutching his head with his vine-fingers. Unfortunately, he was new with his fingers, so he entwined them around his own neck foolishly, which soon made him start to choke.
Grimacing at the sight, the invisible thief turned back to his other comrade to see how he was doing.
Luckily, Dorian was able to punch the mutant's face, allowing him to reach other and grab the sword. He plunged it right into the mutant's gut, clean and smooth. He pushed the mutant off of him, getting to his feet swiftly.
Mina was unable to compose herself. She glided from the forest's bushes where the other hid, allowing herself to sink her blood-thirsty fangs into the mutant's neck, sucking his blood and life out of him. Her demonic blood- red eyes flashed into the man's eyes, which he screamed in terror and in pain; his last words only came out in a gurgle.
Even with all their experiences with her, the League couldn't help but wince at the sight. Mina calmly wiped the blood from her face, putting herself back into her usual look of when she battled.
Tom walked over to Skinner, who tried to look smug. He somehow was able to slap the thief across the head, before leaning down to pick up his guns. "Ask, next time."
The others quickly stepped out right at the fortress's door, which seemed to be sealed shut that even Hyde wouldn't break down alone.
However, it still wouldn't hurt to try. After a nod from Quartermain, Jekyll stripped himself of his vest and white shirt, as he corked on vial and began to drain it down. He let it crash to the ground, screaming in agony, as he began his horrid transformation.
When he was completed, Hyde stomped to the door, pulling back his fists and letting them slam against the door. He grunted after the first time it didn't work, trying again. He growled darkly, cursing loudly, "What the bloody hell is with this damn door?!"
Edie didn't mean to smirk at the brute's attempts, yet she couldn't help it. Perhaps he needed help. She stepped back, knowing she would need space for this morph.
Almost automatically her skin turned a dusty gray, fat replacing her thin figure. Her small human ears became large, as she herself grew in both height and width.
White tusks came at the corners of her mouth, which was changing abruptly as well. Her nose was becoming long and gray, a long trunk.
Quartermain seemed to notice some of the noises caused by the shifting of organs. He turned, and grinned at the creature in front of him. He knew what Edie had become. A full-grown male African Elephant.
She pawed slightly at the ground, slowly lumbering her large animal-self to the door. The combined power of the elephant and Hyde finally broke the sealed door down after two minutes of heaving.
Edie de-transformed, shaking her head before strutting in after the League passed her, Hyde in the front.
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'Oh, this'll be quite simple. A large castle, looking for an antidote Morse would most likely have guarded by elite guards, hidden in an impossible to find place. Guh, I swear Quartermain will pay for this,' Mina grumbled to herself, thinking quite ill of the old man.
Edie, who was in front of her, turned behind to glance at the vampire, a small, coy smirk on her face. "I suppose you have no optimistic thoughts on this mission, do you?"
A grim laugh surfaced from Mina's throat. "Do you expect me to have one?"
"No, it's just seems like the first challenge for you."
"Believe me, Ms. Donatello, I have had worse thrown at me that I had no chance of surviving, with only luck at my side."
A snicker came from Edie, as she turned back to look in front of her. She could feel a presence of healing around the area. The aura of humanity, of healing, barely lingered in the air. She felt it tugging at her, persuading her to take it.
She shook the temptation off. The sooner this was over, the sooner they were out of there.
Taking a sharp left in the path, which seemed to have no complicated paths really, she soon breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a room, with twin large pillars.
She stepped in swiftly, Mina right behind her. Sweeping into the room, she gazed at her surroundings. She had to admit, the room was very large; large enough for two battles to take place.
The twin, 16-feet-tall pillars were in the smack middle. Just a few chairs were placed here and there, which gave the room the heavy feeling of abandonment.
Her eyes darted around nervously, a suspicion of someone else in there in her heart. Mina seemed to feel it as well, since she whispered, "Does this area seem wrong to you too?"
The vampire received no answer. Frowning, she turned to her comrade, who seemed to have a difficulty with her mouth. Her jaw was clamped tight, as if something was holding it together. Her black eyes had fear in them, so she suspected the shape-shifter had no control of it.
Starting towards Edie, she whispered, "Ms. Donatello, what's wrong?"
Suddenly, the wind in her was knocked out, as a heavy blow from a metal pole was rammed into her gut. She gasped in pain, her arms flying to her stomach to try to comfort it.
She struggled to look up, gazing at a familiar pale figure clad in black. The girl, Willow, as just two feet from her, her black eyes glittering dreamily, as her head slowly turned towards Edie, glowing gold rocks.
The hybrid narrowed her own black eyes, yet no other action took place. An almost sly smile lit Willow's face, as she began to slowly walk towards her, her pole-arm raised. She slammed it across the cheek of Edie, receiving a sharp scream of pain, as the hybrid let a hand fly to cover her reddening cheek.
As Willow turned back to the struggling vampire, a deadly growl began to erupt slowly from Edie. A growl that always terrified humans and non- humans.
Taking just two steps towards Mina, Willow suddenly stopped, twirling back elegantly as her eyes were now narrowed, an angry look upon her lips.
Crouching in front of the psychic girl was a tiger. Edie snarled threateningly, taking slow steps to the girl. Soon, she broke out into a full gallop, more than ready to pounce.
Willow was not prepared for this. The large feline slammed against her, ramming her into the ground. The wind was soon knocked out of her, as well as the pipe out of her hands.
Clutching her precious daggers in her hands, Mina slowly approached the two, her hair becoming curlier, her face more bestial as it did when she turned vampire. She swiftly came to the side of the girl, whose throat was locked with the jaws of Edie's. Taking her daggers, she knelt down and began to slash at the face, drawing blood.
Blood. Magnificent blood, which she so desired. She dropped her daggers to the sides of her, as she let her vampire self take over. It was so distracting.
However, Willow was not the best of Morse's for nothing. Her eyes turned a fierce gold, as she force the heavy weight of the tiger off of her, taking her pale, weak hand and wrapping it around Mina's own throat.
This threw the vampire off track. Not that the girl was powerful, yet it just caught her off guard. Struggling, she snarled, trying to release the grip.
Her demonic red eyes glowered at Willow's golden orbs, as psychic power dominated physical power. She was finally able to throw the older woman to the side with quite a lot of strength, panting for energy.
Now, no smile or dreamy looks were in her eyes. Only a blank stare occupied her orbs, while her lips were drawn into a hated sneer. Her head nearly cracked at the speed of which she looked at the tiger, slowly turning into the hybrid Edie.
Picking up her pole, she began to stomp towards the shape-shifter, who had noticed this action. Rising her own feet swiftly, ignoring her screaming pain, she charged.
However, in just a matter of minutes, she would understand what Morse's letter meant. What sight was a precious thing symbolized. With only a swing from the pole, her eyes were filled with blood, having been struck with a knife-sharp end of the pole.
Lifting her hands to her eyes, she cried as blood flooded through them. She was blinded. Her optic nerve had been cut off, so she screamed in pain. She screamed in pain and in doubt that it really did happen. She wanted it to not be true. It couldn't have been.
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To find a potion you would think should've been easy in Morse's fortress was starting to grind the last of Tom's nerves. And he was already impatient enough as it was.
Besides, being forced to work with Dorian didn't help that much either.
A small smirk twitched at the corners of Dorian's lips. They had just past a door where a room similar of where the antidote was kept had the aura of change.
Tugging on the American's sleeve in front of him, he used his thumb to indicate to go back. Nodding in silence, both men turned and ran back to the room. While they entered it, Tom fumed behind Dorian mentally.
"Well, this certainly is a cheery place," came the dry tone of Dorian. They were standing in a room filled with five, large pillars, filled with the potion. Ladders leaned against each pillar, which were at least 16 feet high.
Tom gave a low whistle. "Can you believe this? Huh, guess how long it took him to build all this."
"Actually, it took a few months."
A familiar, cold voice rang in their ears. Frowning, the two men took out their weapons, prepared for anything to be thrown out at them.
A familiar flash of golden-red hair gave them a good guess who the person was. Eve.
A coy grin was set on her lips, giving her a pompous air. Her head was thrown back, as if to say, 'I'm better than you will ever be.'
Slowly unsheathing his sword, Dorian had to admit how attractive she was. If she weren't trying to destroy them, he would've asked her out.
"So, it all comes down to this. Whether I am nice for weakness, or you two are actually stronger without your friends."
Unlike before, she had a large spear in her hands, rather than two swords. Both of the men could tell if she was difficult with swords, she was a hell with spear. Her relaxed pose, along with the almost bored way she held her spear told them she had experience and confidence in the javelin.
A smirk came across Dorian's lips, as he rose to his feet. "I hate to spoil your fun, Madam, however, I think ourselves worthy to give you a brawl for your life."
She laughed ruthlessly, which echoed in both men's ears. "Splendid! I always wanted a challenge!"
"Let's see if you're as good with your spear as you are with your words," smirked Tom, not really into old-fashion polite talk.
"Clever American, aren't you? With a sheer cockiness that always grinds my nerves. Nevertheless, I shall stop rambling and fight."
With that, she charged at Tom, who had his guns cocked and ready. He decided not to go with force, but with the quickness of his pistols.
He fired rapidly, not really caring where it hit. A bullet pierced the skin of Eve's long right leg. A snarl erupted in her throat, as she hoisted her spear and slammed the dull end right in the gut of the agent.
"Oof!" grunted Tom, as he was sent down to the ground. Eve turned, rounding up on the cocky immortal. He winked at her.
Then, with a flash of his glinted steel, he slashed at her other leg, causing more blood. She yelled in frustration, slamming the spear's sharp point in Dorian's chest.
He sighed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. When will they ever learn? He gave her a sardonic look, as he hit her in the face with his sword, creating a permanent scar on her.
She growled menacingly, ripping her spear out of his chest, as she made an advance on Tom, slashing at his right arm.
He yelled in pain, enraged at the fact he only had one good arm left. He needed both arms to grasp his Winchester to shoot her.
She grinned at her success, twirling her spear around her, ready to release another blow at the staggering agent.
However, the American wasn't quite finished. He slammed the butt of one of his small pistols in her face, as Dorian stepped forward to deliver a smooth slash at her back. Blood poured from the torn rags of her shirt.
Enraged at the damage of her skin, she screeched, going for a full out charge. She was insane. She didn't care about anything now.
She let the sharp spear jam into Dorian's ribcage, releasing a full-out blow into Tom's gut with her dull point. She twirled once more; trying to land a cut on Tom, while taking Dorian's groin with the wooden part now.
Tom managed to dodge the swipe, as Dorian was once again thankful for his immortality, since the wood made an impact. Dammit, that was the second time that happened!
He looked up to suddenly see her grinning insanely down at him. Her eyes glittered with menace, so happy to finally receive the respect she had been waiting for.
The sound of the pistol resting in the soft skull of Eve's head filled the hollow room. Blood began to bleed out continuously, as the proud Eve Reamers fell down on her scratched face, never to breath air again.
Both men's eyes flickered from the dead woman to each other. Was it good that she had died? Ending her long-suffering torment of taunts and the thought of never reaching success?
Whether they had seen death too many times and had committed more than enough for each other's own good, the eyes of betrayal would haunt their dreams.
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Skinner really had no idea why Big Allan paired him up with ole Boring Captain. Sure, they both were better with technology than the other members, but it didn't mean they would ever be seen working together all the time. Actually, the only people Nemo really was seen working side-by- side with most of the time was Allan and his crewmates.
Grumbling to himself about being the one who had to set the bombs down and turn them on, they were now looking for the one that would transmit the virus, hoping to turn that off. Not that they had too much experience with that skill.
At least the hope was it was close to where Sawyer and Gray were. You would think a bomb filled with the mutation virus would be near the place where it was kept. They had followed the two men for a while at the beginning, yet soon split up.
He sighed to himself. Already, they had set down two bombs just before. He actually was bored, which was normally a bad thing for the members of the League, since he often spent his energy into setting up new pranks.
"Alright. I believe we must be quite close to the bomb. Skinner? You sure you can manage?" Nemo asked, raising an eyebrow at where he believed to be Skinner's position.
"Sure. Dandy. I'm all set," Skinner blurted out, which made the captain realize his friend was scared.
Not that he could blame the thief. He wasn't used to risking his life, or putting himself up against as the protector of the human race. What if they failed?
These thoughts had tumbled into the captain's head. He did not wish to fail his people or even others for that matter. Yet, he was always able to contain his emotions, something Madam Mina had always found impressive, for some reason. He, like any other male, had often thought of females to always be showing emotions. Still, he liked the woman; she was hard, even cruel, at times, and didn't really wish for pity, even with her problems.
Skinner looked back in front of him, muttering at the fact Nemo and his mates were way ahead of him. Damn them for their energy!
However, he noticed something in the corner of his eye move. It camouflaged well with the wall, so he doubted it really was somebody. However, his suspicions were confirmed when a large hand reached out and clunked down on the one of the mates of Nemo.
His invisible would've widened if they were visible, as he gave a small gasp, soon covering his mouth. Good job, he grimly thought, give away your position.
Nemo turned and saw his fallen comrade, who was making an attempt to get back up. A large figure stood over him. The figure came back into the light to reveal a handsome, grim-faced man with large wings curved over his back, while a scorpion tail gleamed, it's blade poised.
While the captain pondered whom the hell this man was, the man sprung towards him, for once catching the trained pirate off-guard. However, Nemo still had his cool. He narrowed his black eyes, whipping his sword out swiftly, just in time to block the blow from the man's tail.
He guessed Skinner had gathered his courage, since he could come up with no other explanation for the floating gun that was snatched out of his fallen crewmate's hands.
He let multiple blows fall on the man's back, earning a cry of pain each time. He finally let one land in the face, as Nemo let his sword fly wildly.
The three standing mates, along with a groggy crewmate, cocked their rifles, ready to fire at the captain's command.
Nemo roared, "Fire!", as three bullets echoed in the long, hollowed hallway, taking their target in the two arms and a leg of the man.
While the man screamed in pain, Skinner stared down at the rifle he, too, held in his arms. Dare he try it for the first time? Should he see what was the thrill of using these ultimate weapons?
He let lifted the rifle, trying to point the end at the other leg of the man. The man already had blood trickling from him, not to mention have enough damage to also be called disabled. He wouldn't put up much of a fight.
He closed one eye, squinting in the other, trying to mimic Big Allan and Sawyer. He prayed the shot would hit, and pulled the trigger.
The mysterious man, known as Xavier (or even Theodore Wildly in his past), fell to his knees, screaming in pain. He grasped his hands right at the sides of where each bullet made its target.
He looked up at his two opponents and actually gave them a look never really expected to be given by an enemy like him: a pleading look.
"Oh God, please don't kill me! Please! I swear, I'll take up something else! I won't kill again! I didn't even want to be his slave in the first place! That's the truth! Just let me live, and you won't have to see me!"
Skinner was gaping at the man, uncertain of what he had just heard. Nemo glared at the mutant. This man was begging for pity?
The soldiers looked nervously at their captain. They would kill him or let him go at his command.
Nemo sighed. He knew he would regret it, never forgive himself, yet he still would do this. He walked over and helped the man to his feet. He gruffly muttered, "You may go. However, if I ever see or hear of you, I won't hesitate to search the entire globe and kill you of your miserable existence so you may spend an eternity in the hated Black Seas of Hell, where Morse will soon be joining."
A relieved smile broke Xavier's face. He chuckled almost insanely. "Thank you! Theodore Wildly, called Xavier here, praises you forever!"
Skinner's voice popped from mid-air. "Oi! T`ink you can tell us w`ere the bloody `ell t`e bomb's `idden?"
"Um, all I know was to just guard this hallway. I'm just guessing to go forward. I heard something about right," he murmured, as he began his way to stagger the opposite direction of the six people, trying to get out of the fortress.
Skinner sighed, wishing he was doing the same thing as Xavier, as he and Nemo made their way towards the bomb.
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Oh man! I am so sorry again about the delay! However, I am done. I know, long chapter!
Steffi-333: I think any person who says the guys aren't at all hot have got to be tripping. Unless they're men who are straight, I suppose they have the right to say the men aren't cute.
Clez: Thank you for saying the ending was funny! Don't worry! I'll try to have action in here!
Gijinka Renamon: Ohoho! Thank you for saying it was coolios! Or, actually, cool, but I like coolios. E-hem, anyways.
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Taking care of the two guards was extremely easy.
Skinner jumped in, though not at all voluntarily, aiming right at the mutant that seemed able to create vines from his fingers.
Of course, the thief was smart enough to take Tom's guns with him. Smirking to himself at the agent's distress, who couldn't yell out in protest, he strolled up to the guard. He could understand the look of horror on the poor man's face, who was gazing at two guns floating towards him.
However, the man soon composed himself, as let his hands right in front of him, his fingers becoming snake-like, green vines.
They stretched, aiming for the guns, wrapping them tightly around the weapons. Unfortunately, Skinner was unprepared, which made it so easy for him to give it up. He huffed, deciding to go for the full blow.
He might've not been built for physical activity, however he was a male, and would still hit pretty hard. He charged full-force at the mutant's stomach, proud to hear the grunt of the air getting pushed out of him.
His friend began to run to his aide, yet was stopped by the immortal Dorian. He had his sword in the mutant's path, just an inch from his foot. He was leaning on it casually, on leg crossed leisurely over the other, a pompous air around him.
He lifted his sword back up and slashed delicately at the leg of the mutant. Glowering back at his attacker, the mutant seemed not to care for his injury. Rather, he stood up straight, his arms held out as if he was going to chant. Fire suddenly burst right in the palms, flickering hazardously. It lit up the features of the mutant, which seemed deadly evil at that moment.
Dorian had only a minute to give a look of awe, before the fire-producer threw the flame right into his stomach. The immortal was thrown to the ground, heaving out air, as he struggled to his feet. However, the mutant was on him, trying to light up flames again. It was ironic Dorian's sword laid just a yard from him.
Skinner was having a little more luck. He began to throw punches rapidly into his opponent's face, trying to take the two guns again. However, the mutant regained himself quickly, as he let his vine-fingers wrap around the arms of the invisible man. How he found out where they were, the thief had no idea. However, he was soon lifted into the air, thrown down on the ground onto his back.
He lay there, groaning, for a few minutes. The mutant got to his own feet swiftly, as he turned to find Skinner. Trying to forget his pain, Skinner let a hand reach out to grab the mutant's ankle to pull him down. As the mutant tumbled down on the ground, the thief reached out again to grab the two guns, which were positioned a foot behind him. He took them and slammed them hard onto the mutant's head.
He gave a shriek of pain, clutching his head with his vine-fingers. Unfortunately, he was new with his fingers, so he entwined them around his own neck foolishly, which soon made him start to choke.
Grimacing at the sight, the invisible thief turned back to his other comrade to see how he was doing.
Luckily, Dorian was able to punch the mutant's face, allowing him to reach other and grab the sword. He plunged it right into the mutant's gut, clean and smooth. He pushed the mutant off of him, getting to his feet swiftly.
Mina was unable to compose herself. She glided from the forest's bushes where the other hid, allowing herself to sink her blood-thirsty fangs into the mutant's neck, sucking his blood and life out of him. Her demonic blood- red eyes flashed into the man's eyes, which he screamed in terror and in pain; his last words only came out in a gurgle.
Even with all their experiences with her, the League couldn't help but wince at the sight. Mina calmly wiped the blood from her face, putting herself back into her usual look of when she battled.
Tom walked over to Skinner, who tried to look smug. He somehow was able to slap the thief across the head, before leaning down to pick up his guns. "Ask, next time."
The others quickly stepped out right at the fortress's door, which seemed to be sealed shut that even Hyde wouldn't break down alone.
However, it still wouldn't hurt to try. After a nod from Quartermain, Jekyll stripped himself of his vest and white shirt, as he corked on vial and began to drain it down. He let it crash to the ground, screaming in agony, as he began his horrid transformation.
When he was completed, Hyde stomped to the door, pulling back his fists and letting them slam against the door. He grunted after the first time it didn't work, trying again. He growled darkly, cursing loudly, "What the bloody hell is with this damn door?!"
Edie didn't mean to smirk at the brute's attempts, yet she couldn't help it. Perhaps he needed help. She stepped back, knowing she would need space for this morph.
Almost automatically her skin turned a dusty gray, fat replacing her thin figure. Her small human ears became large, as she herself grew in both height and width.
White tusks came at the corners of her mouth, which was changing abruptly as well. Her nose was becoming long and gray, a long trunk.
Quartermain seemed to notice some of the noises caused by the shifting of organs. He turned, and grinned at the creature in front of him. He knew what Edie had become. A full-grown male African Elephant.
She pawed slightly at the ground, slowly lumbering her large animal-self to the door. The combined power of the elephant and Hyde finally broke the sealed door down after two minutes of heaving.
Edie de-transformed, shaking her head before strutting in after the League passed her, Hyde in the front.
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'Oh, this'll be quite simple. A large castle, looking for an antidote Morse would most likely have guarded by elite guards, hidden in an impossible to find place. Guh, I swear Quartermain will pay for this,' Mina grumbled to herself, thinking quite ill of the old man.
Edie, who was in front of her, turned behind to glance at the vampire, a small, coy smirk on her face. "I suppose you have no optimistic thoughts on this mission, do you?"
A grim laugh surfaced from Mina's throat. "Do you expect me to have one?"
"No, it's just seems like the first challenge for you."
"Believe me, Ms. Donatello, I have had worse thrown at me that I had no chance of surviving, with only luck at my side."
A snicker came from Edie, as she turned back to look in front of her. She could feel a presence of healing around the area. The aura of humanity, of healing, barely lingered in the air. She felt it tugging at her, persuading her to take it.
She shook the temptation off. The sooner this was over, the sooner they were out of there.
Taking a sharp left in the path, which seemed to have no complicated paths really, she soon breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a room, with twin large pillars.
She stepped in swiftly, Mina right behind her. Sweeping into the room, she gazed at her surroundings. She had to admit, the room was very large; large enough for two battles to take place.
The twin, 16-feet-tall pillars were in the smack middle. Just a few chairs were placed here and there, which gave the room the heavy feeling of abandonment.
Her eyes darted around nervously, a suspicion of someone else in there in her heart. Mina seemed to feel it as well, since she whispered, "Does this area seem wrong to you too?"
The vampire received no answer. Frowning, she turned to her comrade, who seemed to have a difficulty with her mouth. Her jaw was clamped tight, as if something was holding it together. Her black eyes had fear in them, so she suspected the shape-shifter had no control of it.
Starting towards Edie, she whispered, "Ms. Donatello, what's wrong?"
Suddenly, the wind in her was knocked out, as a heavy blow from a metal pole was rammed into her gut. She gasped in pain, her arms flying to her stomach to try to comfort it.
She struggled to look up, gazing at a familiar pale figure clad in black. The girl, Willow, as just two feet from her, her black eyes glittering dreamily, as her head slowly turned towards Edie, glowing gold rocks.
The hybrid narrowed her own black eyes, yet no other action took place. An almost sly smile lit Willow's face, as she began to slowly walk towards her, her pole-arm raised. She slammed it across the cheek of Edie, receiving a sharp scream of pain, as the hybrid let a hand fly to cover her reddening cheek.
As Willow turned back to the struggling vampire, a deadly growl began to erupt slowly from Edie. A growl that always terrified humans and non- humans.
Taking just two steps towards Mina, Willow suddenly stopped, twirling back elegantly as her eyes were now narrowed, an angry look upon her lips.
Crouching in front of the psychic girl was a tiger. Edie snarled threateningly, taking slow steps to the girl. Soon, she broke out into a full gallop, more than ready to pounce.
Willow was not prepared for this. The large feline slammed against her, ramming her into the ground. The wind was soon knocked out of her, as well as the pipe out of her hands.
Clutching her precious daggers in her hands, Mina slowly approached the two, her hair becoming curlier, her face more bestial as it did when she turned vampire. She swiftly came to the side of the girl, whose throat was locked with the jaws of Edie's. Taking her daggers, she knelt down and began to slash at the face, drawing blood.
Blood. Magnificent blood, which she so desired. She dropped her daggers to the sides of her, as she let her vampire self take over. It was so distracting.
However, Willow was not the best of Morse's for nothing. Her eyes turned a fierce gold, as she force the heavy weight of the tiger off of her, taking her pale, weak hand and wrapping it around Mina's own throat.
This threw the vampire off track. Not that the girl was powerful, yet it just caught her off guard. Struggling, she snarled, trying to release the grip.
Her demonic red eyes glowered at Willow's golden orbs, as psychic power dominated physical power. She was finally able to throw the older woman to the side with quite a lot of strength, panting for energy.
Now, no smile or dreamy looks were in her eyes. Only a blank stare occupied her orbs, while her lips were drawn into a hated sneer. Her head nearly cracked at the speed of which she looked at the tiger, slowly turning into the hybrid Edie.
Picking up her pole, she began to stomp towards the shape-shifter, who had noticed this action. Rising her own feet swiftly, ignoring her screaming pain, she charged.
However, in just a matter of minutes, she would understand what Morse's letter meant. What sight was a precious thing symbolized. With only a swing from the pole, her eyes were filled with blood, having been struck with a knife-sharp end of the pole.
Lifting her hands to her eyes, she cried as blood flooded through them. She was blinded. Her optic nerve had been cut off, so she screamed in pain. She screamed in pain and in doubt that it really did happen. She wanted it to not be true. It couldn't have been.
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To find a potion you would think should've been easy in Morse's fortress was starting to grind the last of Tom's nerves. And he was already impatient enough as it was.
Besides, being forced to work with Dorian didn't help that much either.
A small smirk twitched at the corners of Dorian's lips. They had just past a door where a room similar of where the antidote was kept had the aura of change.
Tugging on the American's sleeve in front of him, he used his thumb to indicate to go back. Nodding in silence, both men turned and ran back to the room. While they entered it, Tom fumed behind Dorian mentally.
"Well, this certainly is a cheery place," came the dry tone of Dorian. They were standing in a room filled with five, large pillars, filled with the potion. Ladders leaned against each pillar, which were at least 16 feet high.
Tom gave a low whistle. "Can you believe this? Huh, guess how long it took him to build all this."
"Actually, it took a few months."
A familiar, cold voice rang in their ears. Frowning, the two men took out their weapons, prepared for anything to be thrown out at them.
A familiar flash of golden-red hair gave them a good guess who the person was. Eve.
A coy grin was set on her lips, giving her a pompous air. Her head was thrown back, as if to say, 'I'm better than you will ever be.'
Slowly unsheathing his sword, Dorian had to admit how attractive she was. If she weren't trying to destroy them, he would've asked her out.
"So, it all comes down to this. Whether I am nice for weakness, or you two are actually stronger without your friends."
Unlike before, she had a large spear in her hands, rather than two swords. Both of the men could tell if she was difficult with swords, she was a hell with spear. Her relaxed pose, along with the almost bored way she held her spear told them she had experience and confidence in the javelin.
A smirk came across Dorian's lips, as he rose to his feet. "I hate to spoil your fun, Madam, however, I think ourselves worthy to give you a brawl for your life."
She laughed ruthlessly, which echoed in both men's ears. "Splendid! I always wanted a challenge!"
"Let's see if you're as good with your spear as you are with your words," smirked Tom, not really into old-fashion polite talk.
"Clever American, aren't you? With a sheer cockiness that always grinds my nerves. Nevertheless, I shall stop rambling and fight."
With that, she charged at Tom, who had his guns cocked and ready. He decided not to go with force, but with the quickness of his pistols.
He fired rapidly, not really caring where it hit. A bullet pierced the skin of Eve's long right leg. A snarl erupted in her throat, as she hoisted her spear and slammed the dull end right in the gut of the agent.
"Oof!" grunted Tom, as he was sent down to the ground. Eve turned, rounding up on the cocky immortal. He winked at her.
Then, with a flash of his glinted steel, he slashed at her other leg, causing more blood. She yelled in frustration, slamming the spear's sharp point in Dorian's chest.
He sighed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. When will they ever learn? He gave her a sardonic look, as he hit her in the face with his sword, creating a permanent scar on her.
She growled menacingly, ripping her spear out of his chest, as she made an advance on Tom, slashing at his right arm.
He yelled in pain, enraged at the fact he only had one good arm left. He needed both arms to grasp his Winchester to shoot her.
She grinned at her success, twirling her spear around her, ready to release another blow at the staggering agent.
However, the American wasn't quite finished. He slammed the butt of one of his small pistols in her face, as Dorian stepped forward to deliver a smooth slash at her back. Blood poured from the torn rags of her shirt.
Enraged at the damage of her skin, she screeched, going for a full out charge. She was insane. She didn't care about anything now.
She let the sharp spear jam into Dorian's ribcage, releasing a full-out blow into Tom's gut with her dull point. She twirled once more; trying to land a cut on Tom, while taking Dorian's groin with the wooden part now.
Tom managed to dodge the swipe, as Dorian was once again thankful for his immortality, since the wood made an impact. Dammit, that was the second time that happened!
He looked up to suddenly see her grinning insanely down at him. Her eyes glittered with menace, so happy to finally receive the respect she had been waiting for.
The sound of the pistol resting in the soft skull of Eve's head filled the hollow room. Blood began to bleed out continuously, as the proud Eve Reamers fell down on her scratched face, never to breath air again.
Both men's eyes flickered from the dead woman to each other. Was it good that she had died? Ending her long-suffering torment of taunts and the thought of never reaching success?
Whether they had seen death too many times and had committed more than enough for each other's own good, the eyes of betrayal would haunt their dreams.
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Skinner really had no idea why Big Allan paired him up with ole Boring Captain. Sure, they both were better with technology than the other members, but it didn't mean they would ever be seen working together all the time. Actually, the only people Nemo really was seen working side-by- side with most of the time was Allan and his crewmates.
Grumbling to himself about being the one who had to set the bombs down and turn them on, they were now looking for the one that would transmit the virus, hoping to turn that off. Not that they had too much experience with that skill.
At least the hope was it was close to where Sawyer and Gray were. You would think a bomb filled with the mutation virus would be near the place where it was kept. They had followed the two men for a while at the beginning, yet soon split up.
He sighed to himself. Already, they had set down two bombs just before. He actually was bored, which was normally a bad thing for the members of the League, since he often spent his energy into setting up new pranks.
"Alright. I believe we must be quite close to the bomb. Skinner? You sure you can manage?" Nemo asked, raising an eyebrow at where he believed to be Skinner's position.
"Sure. Dandy. I'm all set," Skinner blurted out, which made the captain realize his friend was scared.
Not that he could blame the thief. He wasn't used to risking his life, or putting himself up against as the protector of the human race. What if they failed?
These thoughts had tumbled into the captain's head. He did not wish to fail his people or even others for that matter. Yet, he was always able to contain his emotions, something Madam Mina had always found impressive, for some reason. He, like any other male, had often thought of females to always be showing emotions. Still, he liked the woman; she was hard, even cruel, at times, and didn't really wish for pity, even with her problems.
Skinner looked back in front of him, muttering at the fact Nemo and his mates were way ahead of him. Damn them for their energy!
However, he noticed something in the corner of his eye move. It camouflaged well with the wall, so he doubted it really was somebody. However, his suspicions were confirmed when a large hand reached out and clunked down on the one of the mates of Nemo.
His invisible would've widened if they were visible, as he gave a small gasp, soon covering his mouth. Good job, he grimly thought, give away your position.
Nemo turned and saw his fallen comrade, who was making an attempt to get back up. A large figure stood over him. The figure came back into the light to reveal a handsome, grim-faced man with large wings curved over his back, while a scorpion tail gleamed, it's blade poised.
While the captain pondered whom the hell this man was, the man sprung towards him, for once catching the trained pirate off-guard. However, Nemo still had his cool. He narrowed his black eyes, whipping his sword out swiftly, just in time to block the blow from the man's tail.
He guessed Skinner had gathered his courage, since he could come up with no other explanation for the floating gun that was snatched out of his fallen crewmate's hands.
He let multiple blows fall on the man's back, earning a cry of pain each time. He finally let one land in the face, as Nemo let his sword fly wildly.
The three standing mates, along with a groggy crewmate, cocked their rifles, ready to fire at the captain's command.
Nemo roared, "Fire!", as three bullets echoed in the long, hollowed hallway, taking their target in the two arms and a leg of the man.
While the man screamed in pain, Skinner stared down at the rifle he, too, held in his arms. Dare he try it for the first time? Should he see what was the thrill of using these ultimate weapons?
He let lifted the rifle, trying to point the end at the other leg of the man. The man already had blood trickling from him, not to mention have enough damage to also be called disabled. He wouldn't put up much of a fight.
He closed one eye, squinting in the other, trying to mimic Big Allan and Sawyer. He prayed the shot would hit, and pulled the trigger.
The mysterious man, known as Xavier (or even Theodore Wildly in his past), fell to his knees, screaming in pain. He grasped his hands right at the sides of where each bullet made its target.
He looked up at his two opponents and actually gave them a look never really expected to be given by an enemy like him: a pleading look.
"Oh God, please don't kill me! Please! I swear, I'll take up something else! I won't kill again! I didn't even want to be his slave in the first place! That's the truth! Just let me live, and you won't have to see me!"
Skinner was gaping at the man, uncertain of what he had just heard. Nemo glared at the mutant. This man was begging for pity?
The soldiers looked nervously at their captain. They would kill him or let him go at his command.
Nemo sighed. He knew he would regret it, never forgive himself, yet he still would do this. He walked over and helped the man to his feet. He gruffly muttered, "You may go. However, if I ever see or hear of you, I won't hesitate to search the entire globe and kill you of your miserable existence so you may spend an eternity in the hated Black Seas of Hell, where Morse will soon be joining."
A relieved smile broke Xavier's face. He chuckled almost insanely. "Thank you! Theodore Wildly, called Xavier here, praises you forever!"
Skinner's voice popped from mid-air. "Oi! T`ink you can tell us w`ere the bloody `ell t`e bomb's `idden?"
"Um, all I know was to just guard this hallway. I'm just guessing to go forward. I heard something about right," he murmured, as he began his way to stagger the opposite direction of the six people, trying to get out of the fortress.
Skinner sighed, wishing he was doing the same thing as Xavier, as he and Nemo made their way towards the bomb.
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Oh man! I am so sorry again about the delay! However, I am done. I know, long chapter!