Chapter 8
Hello Old Friend
Belthazar hunched over the panel in Chronopolis. He had to do this quickly before The man came in to ask what he was doing. Quickly he pulled up the batch number and input his code. With a hiss the pod in front of him began to pressurize as an amber fluid filled the tank.
"Phase one complete," came the metallic voice of the computer.
From various tubes came various fluids slowly the coalesced into one small area. Hitting the go on button electricity was run through the tank causing the chemicals to mix and form the complex DNA strands that appeared on his screen.
"Phase two complete," came the voice again. Belthazar sighed. High Command wasn't going to like this. But at least he got R-246 to willingly help him. He hit the next sequence of buttons then pulled a very old key out of his robes. Putting it in the keyhole he turned it activating the last command string.
"Phase three complete, completing process," The voice said for the last time. Belthazar sighed walking over to a locker and pulling out clothes and a towel. He carefully pulled out a sword and placed it on top with a note.
"Lets hope you understand that. Otherwise I think Patrick will be more than slightly pissed," Belthazar mumbled before disappearing back to Viper Manor.
~*~
"Well Miguel. You ready?" Steena asked. Miguel nodded once as Christy waved her hands. The signal was sent off as Steena and Miguel charged the small encampment.
"So nice to see old friends." Came a cold voice.
"What?" Steena said realizing the voice as oddly familiar.
"What, you seem like you've seen a ghost." The figure said coming into full view.
"Eric." She muttered hotly.
"In the flesh." He replied snapping his fingers. Streaker and Draken walked up behind them.
"As always this won't be easy." Miguel sighed. He nodded to Steena and they both began to kick and punch the foes behind them.
"Figures.No one wants to talk anymore." Eric said coldly before a dagger was pressed up against his back.
"I thought you died." Christy growled.
"Well I was, but I'm better now." Christy was too late to realize the distraction as Eric whipped around and disarmed Christy. Miguel finished off Draken with a swift quick before Steena's body hit him. Streaker stalked over to them and he grabbed Miguel by the throat. He hoisted him up in the air with one hand and then slammed Miguel on his back.
"Pat won't be so thrilled to see you." Christy growled again.
"Who says I give a hoot about Pat this time. Actually all I was hired to do was, capture Riddel and kill the insane one." He backhanded Christy with his left hand before he tossed her in a pile. Eric walked up to Steena and picked her up.
"My boyfriend won't like the fact you're even touching me." she hissed. Eric laughed.
"Have fun thinking you'll ever see him again." Eric said coldly.
~*~
With a hiss the pod opened. Amber fluid promptly flooded the floor as somebody stepped out carefully. Flicking their head back they saw the towel and clothes.
"I'm back?" She said with a clear calm voice. She looked at her hands as if marveled by them before they went right to her neck. She could feel the scar from the slash that had ended her life twice. "Who brought me back?" Looking at the towel she quickly dried off and dressed. She frowned looking at the clothes. They were the same ones she wore when the Aryan had killed her. "What the hell?"
Putting them on, she hefted the sword. It seemed like an old friend to her as she put it in the sheath that she strapped to her back. It wasn't until then she saw the note, which read:
"R-247, For lack of a better name for you I apologize. You have been brought back as a Guardian Angel. I'm sure you know whom you're protecting as you already were protecting his life when you were killed. You killer is dead by the hands of The man you love. I have repaired your memory to be able to know everything from before the invasion to the time you died. Use this knowledge well. A Friend"
She nodded reading it slowly. "This person brought me back as a favor to Patrick. Well then, I guess I better pay off my debt. I'm coming Patrick," She said softly. A tear slowly crept out of the corner of her eye. Before she could stop it, it hit the paper smearing the ink. She continued to cry as she realized everything that had happened in both her lifetimes. She finally stood before exiting. She would probably have to fight her way out, but it would be a good chance to get back into shape so she could help Patrick.
~*~
Patrick woke up to hear someone yelling at him. 'Typical, I can't even sleep without someone getting upset with me,' he thought glumly. He opened his eyes to see Karsh staring at him red faced. Water slowly dripped down the sides of his face giving a clear indication of what Karsh thought was wrong.
"Why the hell aren't you in pain?" Karsh yelled at him. Patrick only started chuckling then laughed harder and harder. 'I've lost it,' Patrick thought to himself. He only continued to laugh as Karsh continued to rage at him. "Why the hell am I yelling at you, I should be talking to Belthazar!"
"Yes Karsh, run along now. You don't want your toy to start playing with you!" Patrick said howling in laughter. Karsh emitted a low growl before he hit Patrick in the face. Patrick's mirth couldn't be stopped. He continued to howl in laughter as Karsh finally gave up and left. "Hey Karsh!" Patrick said to the retreating man's back.
"What?" He spun angrily on his heel. Patrick managed to calm himself down to a mere grin.
"I got a secret to tell you," Patrick said mysteriously wiping the grin off his face.
"Is it about Riddel?" Karsh asked incredulously.
"Yeah you could say that," Patrick said. He really had to keep a straight face. Karsh wasn't going to be happy with this one.
"Well what is it!" Karsh asked angrily. Patrick smiled.
"Come closer. I don't want anyone else to hear," Patrick said. It was getting harder and harder to keep the straight face. Karsh grumbled as he stepped up to him. "Closer," Patrick said moving his hand to beckon him closer.
"How close?" Karsh asked.
"I need to whisper it in your ear," Patrick said still fighting the urge to laugh. This was going to be great. Karsh gave an exasperated sigh before kneeling beside him. Patrick moved his Mouth up to Karsh's ear. "YOU AND DARIO BOTH LIKE RIDDEL!" Patrick screamed in his ear. Karsh jumped back in shock and surprise. Patrick was hitting his hand against the wall laughing hysterically. Karsh was infuriated.
"I swear when this is all over I will beat you to a small bloody pulp!" Karsh yelled before he left slamming the door behind him.
~*~
"YOU AND DARIO BOTH LIKE RIDDEL!" Came Patrick's voice from the next room. Kid looked at Serge frowning.
"Serge, what tha heck is going on?" Kid asked.
"I don't know, but it looks like Karsh isn't happy," Serge replied. Karsh kicked open the door as laughter echoed in the torture room. It was obvious who got off better in that encounter as Karsh yelled something at Patrick before slamming the door and stalking off. Patrick's laughter could still be heard. It was an odd noise but uplifting at the same time since they were in a rather bleak situation.
"Looks like Patrick gave Karsh something he didn't like," Kid said giggling.
"What's that?" Serge asked quizzically.
"Defiance, looks like Karsh isn't happy that they can't get Patrick the usual way," Kid said still giggling. Serge only shook his head muttering something about girls. 'What was that mate?" Kid asked hearing the end of it.
"Nothing," Serge smiled backing up from Kid.
"No mate, ya said something. I want ta know," Kid growled.
"I said 'Why do girls have to be so annoying?'" Serge said. That much was true but he had added something else at the end.
"Mate, we aren't annoying you just don't know how to treat one right!" Kid teased punching his shoulder playfully.
~*~
"Ughh" The man sighed dreary. "Bitten by a snake, plans sent into whack. It's crazy Lynx. What next, some crazy psycho chick trying to escape Chronopolis." The man slumped into a chair and checked the monitors. Most were down.
"Close. But not close enough. She's quite sane." Lynx said annoyed.
"Welcome to hell." The man muttered. He grabbed his spiked ball and walked out the door. Whoever was in his kingdom was going to pay for it. Lynx didn't join him as he usually did, but The man didn't bother. He knew Lynx was going to work on the FATE computer. He walked to the turbo lifts to see the woman invading his city before him. The woman instantly jumped into a defensive position.
"What the hell are you? Darth Vader?" She quipped.
"Darth what?" The man replied. He looked at the sword in her hands. His eyes shot wide open as he realized she held the Einlanzer. "How did you get that sword?"
"I like this sword, and you ain't taking it from me!" She growled. The man took out his ball.
"You don't want me to use this." The man said coldly. The woman laughed.
"Oh no! Not a ball! Jeeze what do you think I am, stupid?" The man laughed as he launched the silver ball at her. She swatted it away quickly before charging. The man tugged hard on the chain as the spikes came out wrapping around her feet. She fell before grunting as the spike impaled her ankle.
"I warned you." The man said evilly. "I hope you won't take this one lightly." He growled as he pulled another silver ball out form his trench coat.
"How many Cracker Jack boxes did it take for you to get those?" The woman said coldly.
"YOU WILL LEARN TO HAVE RESPECT FOR THE ONE WHO CONTROLS ALL DESTINIES!" The man said loudly as if what she said insulted him.
"Ou, the ruler of all destinies, I could find a better prize in a box of kiddies cereal." She spat hotly. The man kicked her before he turned around to see a monitor flicker on.
"This might interest you." Lynx said quietly before his image shrunk to the corner of the screen as a 3-D model of Viper Manor rotating took his original spot.
"Yeah?" The man said stupidly. The woman began to wiggle her feet as she yanked the ball out from her ankle.
"We know Diss is there." Lynx said matter-of-factly. "But what you might not know is that somehow he has been able to withstand the water treatment they have been giving to him." The man nodded seeing why this was his problem.
"How did he get the pills?" The man said after awhile. The woman slowly got up and walked away towards the docks. Lynx replied in a hesitant manner.
"I." He began before he drew in a heavy sigh. "I don't have any clue what so ever."
"What." The man said slowly.
"I have no explanation for how he got the pills, unless we have someone supplying him. "
"Check the tapes. Let's see who visited us besides that clone." The man said looking at the woman boarding a boat and speeding away.
"Excuse me, but how did you know she was a clone, and why did we allow her to escape?"
"She regenerated, and very few things get by me, Lynx." The man said annoyed. "Which leads me to wonder why you wouldn't know, is perhaps your mind on something else?" Lynx began to shift from side to side.
"I'll check the tapes right away. Lynx out," The man growled low.
"Yes, and I bet you were secretly hoping for this. No doubt you are planning to take me out." The man said coldly. He would get Lynx back. It was all a matter of good time. He just needed to wait for Patrick to tap into his true masteries. He may be a master of his element. But to him, he was nothing more than a mere child playing with matches. As soon as he mastered everything, he would sick him on lynx. Once Lynx was gone, he would have his regenerating toy again.
~*~
Patrick sat back against the wall. He was going to die, but that was all right. He had accepted his The man. All he had to do now is to just wait. "Figures that I'd be the one to get my friends killed," Patrick said softly. If he hadn't run off maybe the group could have put up a better fight. He looked up as he heard the door opening, it was Belthazar. He sighed, yet another lesson in the already boring Aryan history.
"Hello there Patrick," Belthazar said smiling.
"Hi Belthazar, I'm not in the mood for another lesson today alright?" Patrick said leaning back against the wall.
"I came to tell you that the process was a success. Unfortunately I also saw that another clone had been made while I was doing the process," Belthazar said slowly.
"What are you saying? There is another one of her?" Patrick asked not sure what was going on.
"No, it was a different batch number," Belthazar said cryptically.
"Damnit Belthazar just tell me what the hell is going on so I can die in peace!" Patrick shouted standing up now. Since they no longer could weaken him by water he had regained his strength.
"Unfortunately, there is no longer two Patrick Eric Dissingers running around," Belthazar said slowly.
"Eric," Patrick breathed. His dark side had yet again come to cause more trouble. This time it had done something almost irreparable, since He and Diss were arrested for his crimes.
"You understand the graveness of this situation. I need you to leave here. Go after him," Belthazar said softly.
"No," Patrick responded sitting back down leaning against the wall.
"What?" Belthazar asked him nearly screaming.
"I said, 'no'. What part of that don't you understand? I won't cause more problems just because my dark side was once again released. I trust my fiancée and my friends to get him. They are probably right now dealing with him. I just feel sorry for the bastard," Patrick said sighing again. Belthazar merely handed him another small pill.
"Take that, it'll keep you safe another day. I thought you would be man enough to face yourself," Belthazar said turning to go.
"Belthazar, you stop right where you are," Patrick said. Ice was dripping from every word.
Belthazar turned grinning inwardly. "Yes?" He asked.
"My fight is over. If I go after Eric I risk everything you want. If you have a problem with that then take this pill," he threw it at Belthazar hitting him, "And shove it up your ass, because you can't use Samantha. She is not even close to me in power. That isn't boasting that is the honest truth. She has an affinity for melee combat, but that's were it ends. She is well versed in use of the elements, but I'm a master. You want this whole debacle to end, then you let the problem solve itself. I can't fight against Eric anymore. I won't fight against Eric anymore!"
"Very well, your angel is on her way to help you. Explain everything, and I mean everything to her. She might be able to help you out of this mess faster," Belthazar said before reaching into his pocket. Producing another pill he handed it to Patrick before picking up the old one putting it in another pocket. Patrick quickly swallowed the pill.
~*~
Serge looked at Kid. She was sleeping on the cot across from him and he had been sitting there forever. He sighed as he leaned against the wall. Apparently Viper was content to leave the two of them to rot in their cell. Serge lay back on his cot sighing. Banging could be heard around the corner. Probably from Paul hitting the bars again.
~*~
"Do we have requests for a song?" Miguel asked dumbly. Streaker jumped up full of excitement. Eric punched him down and forced Draken to take him away. Before they got out of seeing distance they heard Streaker yelling loudly.
"STOP CALLING STREAKER DUMB!" Draken's body flew into the clearing as Streaker lumbered forward about to kill his friend. Draken looked to Eric for help. Eric nodded and got between them calming down Streaker. Draken and Streaker then both left angrily. Steena nodded to Christy who got the idea. Christy would cloud Streaker's thoughts. Miguel began to sing.
"Ninety-Nine bottles of Fizz on the wall."
~*~
Patrick slumped against the wall after the hit. He groaned as Zoah continued the abuse. "Where is she?" Karsh yelled at Patrick.
"I told you I don't know!" Patrick yelled back hoarsely. Zoah continued to pummel Patrick each hit growing harder and harder. Patrick would only grunt with each hit. Not giving the satisfaction of having him scream.
Karsh motioned to Zoah who merely backed off. "You bastard, you've been holding out for weeks now. I want answers or I swear to God I will bring your friends in and start killing them one by one!" Karsh growled.
Patrick looked down, "I said I don't know damnit! How many times do I have to tell you before you get it right! I don't know a thing. I have never seen Riddel before. How the hell can I know where she is if I don't even know what the hell she looks like!"
Karsh grabbed Patrick by his hair and jerked his head up to look him in the eyes. Patrick could see intense hatred in those eyes. He could also see a murderous glare. He was all too familiar with that look. His own brother had given it to him until the last few months of his life. "You will then tell me everything you do know! If you don't know where she is then you must know who has her since five dragoons spotted you! I don't care how much you insist your innocence you were involved. Start talking!" Karsh growled dangerously.
"I came here from another Island. I was in Termina when you guys picked me up. I had no idea Riddel was captured until you so kindly slapped me with an indictment!" Patrick growled back staring Karsh right in the eyes.
"What Island," Karsh asked growling.
"I came from the Dead Sea," Patrick replied tersely.
"Liar! No one has gone to the Dead Sea and come back alive! Now I know your lying!" Karsh screamed as he picked up his axe. He swung it at Patrick hard. Patrick didn't even flinch as he watched it all. Zoah quickly stopped the axe's path.
"KARSH PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" Zoah boomed at Karsh. Karsh merely growled dropping the axe again. Zoah pulled Karsh off to the side and eventually they both left. Patrick dizzily made his way to his feet before he moved his shoulder. Pain shot through it as he realized it was dislocated. Moving it into position he gritted his teeth before ramming it into the wall. With a pop it went back into place, and Patrick barely suppressed the scream.
Belthazar hunched over the panel in Chronopolis. He had to do this quickly before The man came in to ask what he was doing. Quickly he pulled up the batch number and input his code. With a hiss the pod in front of him began to pressurize as an amber fluid filled the tank.
"Phase one complete," came the metallic voice of the computer.
From various tubes came various fluids slowly the coalesced into one small area. Hitting the go on button electricity was run through the tank causing the chemicals to mix and form the complex DNA strands that appeared on his screen.
"Phase two complete," came the voice again. Belthazar sighed. High Command wasn't going to like this. But at least he got R-246 to willingly help him. He hit the next sequence of buttons then pulled a very old key out of his robes. Putting it in the keyhole he turned it activating the last command string.
"Phase three complete, completing process," The voice said for the last time. Belthazar sighed walking over to a locker and pulling out clothes and a towel. He carefully pulled out a sword and placed it on top with a note.
"Lets hope you understand that. Otherwise I think Patrick will be more than slightly pissed," Belthazar mumbled before disappearing back to Viper Manor.
~*~
"Well Miguel. You ready?" Steena asked. Miguel nodded once as Christy waved her hands. The signal was sent off as Steena and Miguel charged the small encampment.
"So nice to see old friends." Came a cold voice.
"What?" Steena said realizing the voice as oddly familiar.
"What, you seem like you've seen a ghost." The figure said coming into full view.
"Eric." She muttered hotly.
"In the flesh." He replied snapping his fingers. Streaker and Draken walked up behind them.
"As always this won't be easy." Miguel sighed. He nodded to Steena and they both began to kick and punch the foes behind them.
"Figures.No one wants to talk anymore." Eric said coldly before a dagger was pressed up against his back.
"I thought you died." Christy growled.
"Well I was, but I'm better now." Christy was too late to realize the distraction as Eric whipped around and disarmed Christy. Miguel finished off Draken with a swift quick before Steena's body hit him. Streaker stalked over to them and he grabbed Miguel by the throat. He hoisted him up in the air with one hand and then slammed Miguel on his back.
"Pat won't be so thrilled to see you." Christy growled again.
"Who says I give a hoot about Pat this time. Actually all I was hired to do was, capture Riddel and kill the insane one." He backhanded Christy with his left hand before he tossed her in a pile. Eric walked up to Steena and picked her up.
"My boyfriend won't like the fact you're even touching me." she hissed. Eric laughed.
"Have fun thinking you'll ever see him again." Eric said coldly.
~*~
With a hiss the pod opened. Amber fluid promptly flooded the floor as somebody stepped out carefully. Flicking their head back they saw the towel and clothes.
"I'm back?" She said with a clear calm voice. She looked at her hands as if marveled by them before they went right to her neck. She could feel the scar from the slash that had ended her life twice. "Who brought me back?" Looking at the towel she quickly dried off and dressed. She frowned looking at the clothes. They were the same ones she wore when the Aryan had killed her. "What the hell?"
Putting them on, she hefted the sword. It seemed like an old friend to her as she put it in the sheath that she strapped to her back. It wasn't until then she saw the note, which read:
"R-247, For lack of a better name for you I apologize. You have been brought back as a Guardian Angel. I'm sure you know whom you're protecting as you already were protecting his life when you were killed. You killer is dead by the hands of The man you love. I have repaired your memory to be able to know everything from before the invasion to the time you died. Use this knowledge well. A Friend"
She nodded reading it slowly. "This person brought me back as a favor to Patrick. Well then, I guess I better pay off my debt. I'm coming Patrick," She said softly. A tear slowly crept out of the corner of her eye. Before she could stop it, it hit the paper smearing the ink. She continued to cry as she realized everything that had happened in both her lifetimes. She finally stood before exiting. She would probably have to fight her way out, but it would be a good chance to get back into shape so she could help Patrick.
~*~
Patrick woke up to hear someone yelling at him. 'Typical, I can't even sleep without someone getting upset with me,' he thought glumly. He opened his eyes to see Karsh staring at him red faced. Water slowly dripped down the sides of his face giving a clear indication of what Karsh thought was wrong.
"Why the hell aren't you in pain?" Karsh yelled at him. Patrick only started chuckling then laughed harder and harder. 'I've lost it,' Patrick thought to himself. He only continued to laugh as Karsh continued to rage at him. "Why the hell am I yelling at you, I should be talking to Belthazar!"
"Yes Karsh, run along now. You don't want your toy to start playing with you!" Patrick said howling in laughter. Karsh emitted a low growl before he hit Patrick in the face. Patrick's mirth couldn't be stopped. He continued to howl in laughter as Karsh finally gave up and left. "Hey Karsh!" Patrick said to the retreating man's back.
"What?" He spun angrily on his heel. Patrick managed to calm himself down to a mere grin.
"I got a secret to tell you," Patrick said mysteriously wiping the grin off his face.
"Is it about Riddel?" Karsh asked incredulously.
"Yeah you could say that," Patrick said. He really had to keep a straight face. Karsh wasn't going to be happy with this one.
"Well what is it!" Karsh asked angrily. Patrick smiled.
"Come closer. I don't want anyone else to hear," Patrick said. It was getting harder and harder to keep the straight face. Karsh grumbled as he stepped up to him. "Closer," Patrick said moving his hand to beckon him closer.
"How close?" Karsh asked.
"I need to whisper it in your ear," Patrick said still fighting the urge to laugh. This was going to be great. Karsh gave an exasperated sigh before kneeling beside him. Patrick moved his Mouth up to Karsh's ear. "YOU AND DARIO BOTH LIKE RIDDEL!" Patrick screamed in his ear. Karsh jumped back in shock and surprise. Patrick was hitting his hand against the wall laughing hysterically. Karsh was infuriated.
"I swear when this is all over I will beat you to a small bloody pulp!" Karsh yelled before he left slamming the door behind him.
~*~
"YOU AND DARIO BOTH LIKE RIDDEL!" Came Patrick's voice from the next room. Kid looked at Serge frowning.
"Serge, what tha heck is going on?" Kid asked.
"I don't know, but it looks like Karsh isn't happy," Serge replied. Karsh kicked open the door as laughter echoed in the torture room. It was obvious who got off better in that encounter as Karsh yelled something at Patrick before slamming the door and stalking off. Patrick's laughter could still be heard. It was an odd noise but uplifting at the same time since they were in a rather bleak situation.
"Looks like Patrick gave Karsh something he didn't like," Kid said giggling.
"What's that?" Serge asked quizzically.
"Defiance, looks like Karsh isn't happy that they can't get Patrick the usual way," Kid said still giggling. Serge only shook his head muttering something about girls. 'What was that mate?" Kid asked hearing the end of it.
"Nothing," Serge smiled backing up from Kid.
"No mate, ya said something. I want ta know," Kid growled.
"I said 'Why do girls have to be so annoying?'" Serge said. That much was true but he had added something else at the end.
"Mate, we aren't annoying you just don't know how to treat one right!" Kid teased punching his shoulder playfully.
~*~
"Ughh" The man sighed dreary. "Bitten by a snake, plans sent into whack. It's crazy Lynx. What next, some crazy psycho chick trying to escape Chronopolis." The man slumped into a chair and checked the monitors. Most were down.
"Close. But not close enough. She's quite sane." Lynx said annoyed.
"Welcome to hell." The man muttered. He grabbed his spiked ball and walked out the door. Whoever was in his kingdom was going to pay for it. Lynx didn't join him as he usually did, but The man didn't bother. He knew Lynx was going to work on the FATE computer. He walked to the turbo lifts to see the woman invading his city before him. The woman instantly jumped into a defensive position.
"What the hell are you? Darth Vader?" She quipped.
"Darth what?" The man replied. He looked at the sword in her hands. His eyes shot wide open as he realized she held the Einlanzer. "How did you get that sword?"
"I like this sword, and you ain't taking it from me!" She growled. The man took out his ball.
"You don't want me to use this." The man said coldly. The woman laughed.
"Oh no! Not a ball! Jeeze what do you think I am, stupid?" The man laughed as he launched the silver ball at her. She swatted it away quickly before charging. The man tugged hard on the chain as the spikes came out wrapping around her feet. She fell before grunting as the spike impaled her ankle.
"I warned you." The man said evilly. "I hope you won't take this one lightly." He growled as he pulled another silver ball out form his trench coat.
"How many Cracker Jack boxes did it take for you to get those?" The woman said coldly.
"YOU WILL LEARN TO HAVE RESPECT FOR THE ONE WHO CONTROLS ALL DESTINIES!" The man said loudly as if what she said insulted him.
"Ou, the ruler of all destinies, I could find a better prize in a box of kiddies cereal." She spat hotly. The man kicked her before he turned around to see a monitor flicker on.
"This might interest you." Lynx said quietly before his image shrunk to the corner of the screen as a 3-D model of Viper Manor rotating took his original spot.
"Yeah?" The man said stupidly. The woman began to wiggle her feet as she yanked the ball out from her ankle.
"We know Diss is there." Lynx said matter-of-factly. "But what you might not know is that somehow he has been able to withstand the water treatment they have been giving to him." The man nodded seeing why this was his problem.
"How did he get the pills?" The man said after awhile. The woman slowly got up and walked away towards the docks. Lynx replied in a hesitant manner.
"I." He began before he drew in a heavy sigh. "I don't have any clue what so ever."
"What." The man said slowly.
"I have no explanation for how he got the pills, unless we have someone supplying him. "
"Check the tapes. Let's see who visited us besides that clone." The man said looking at the woman boarding a boat and speeding away.
"Excuse me, but how did you know she was a clone, and why did we allow her to escape?"
"She regenerated, and very few things get by me, Lynx." The man said annoyed. "Which leads me to wonder why you wouldn't know, is perhaps your mind on something else?" Lynx began to shift from side to side.
"I'll check the tapes right away. Lynx out," The man growled low.
"Yes, and I bet you were secretly hoping for this. No doubt you are planning to take me out." The man said coldly. He would get Lynx back. It was all a matter of good time. He just needed to wait for Patrick to tap into his true masteries. He may be a master of his element. But to him, he was nothing more than a mere child playing with matches. As soon as he mastered everything, he would sick him on lynx. Once Lynx was gone, he would have his regenerating toy again.
~*~
Patrick sat back against the wall. He was going to die, but that was all right. He had accepted his The man. All he had to do now is to just wait. "Figures that I'd be the one to get my friends killed," Patrick said softly. If he hadn't run off maybe the group could have put up a better fight. He looked up as he heard the door opening, it was Belthazar. He sighed, yet another lesson in the already boring Aryan history.
"Hello there Patrick," Belthazar said smiling.
"Hi Belthazar, I'm not in the mood for another lesson today alright?" Patrick said leaning back against the wall.
"I came to tell you that the process was a success. Unfortunately I also saw that another clone had been made while I was doing the process," Belthazar said slowly.
"What are you saying? There is another one of her?" Patrick asked not sure what was going on.
"No, it was a different batch number," Belthazar said cryptically.
"Damnit Belthazar just tell me what the hell is going on so I can die in peace!" Patrick shouted standing up now. Since they no longer could weaken him by water he had regained his strength.
"Unfortunately, there is no longer two Patrick Eric Dissingers running around," Belthazar said slowly.
"Eric," Patrick breathed. His dark side had yet again come to cause more trouble. This time it had done something almost irreparable, since He and Diss were arrested for his crimes.
"You understand the graveness of this situation. I need you to leave here. Go after him," Belthazar said softly.
"No," Patrick responded sitting back down leaning against the wall.
"What?" Belthazar asked him nearly screaming.
"I said, 'no'. What part of that don't you understand? I won't cause more problems just because my dark side was once again released. I trust my fiancée and my friends to get him. They are probably right now dealing with him. I just feel sorry for the bastard," Patrick said sighing again. Belthazar merely handed him another small pill.
"Take that, it'll keep you safe another day. I thought you would be man enough to face yourself," Belthazar said turning to go.
"Belthazar, you stop right where you are," Patrick said. Ice was dripping from every word.
Belthazar turned grinning inwardly. "Yes?" He asked.
"My fight is over. If I go after Eric I risk everything you want. If you have a problem with that then take this pill," he threw it at Belthazar hitting him, "And shove it up your ass, because you can't use Samantha. She is not even close to me in power. That isn't boasting that is the honest truth. She has an affinity for melee combat, but that's were it ends. She is well versed in use of the elements, but I'm a master. You want this whole debacle to end, then you let the problem solve itself. I can't fight against Eric anymore. I won't fight against Eric anymore!"
"Very well, your angel is on her way to help you. Explain everything, and I mean everything to her. She might be able to help you out of this mess faster," Belthazar said before reaching into his pocket. Producing another pill he handed it to Patrick before picking up the old one putting it in another pocket. Patrick quickly swallowed the pill.
~*~
Serge looked at Kid. She was sleeping on the cot across from him and he had been sitting there forever. He sighed as he leaned against the wall. Apparently Viper was content to leave the two of them to rot in their cell. Serge lay back on his cot sighing. Banging could be heard around the corner. Probably from Paul hitting the bars again.
~*~
"Do we have requests for a song?" Miguel asked dumbly. Streaker jumped up full of excitement. Eric punched him down and forced Draken to take him away. Before they got out of seeing distance they heard Streaker yelling loudly.
"STOP CALLING STREAKER DUMB!" Draken's body flew into the clearing as Streaker lumbered forward about to kill his friend. Draken looked to Eric for help. Eric nodded and got between them calming down Streaker. Draken and Streaker then both left angrily. Steena nodded to Christy who got the idea. Christy would cloud Streaker's thoughts. Miguel began to sing.
"Ninety-Nine bottles of Fizz on the wall."
~*~
Patrick slumped against the wall after the hit. He groaned as Zoah continued the abuse. "Where is she?" Karsh yelled at Patrick.
"I told you I don't know!" Patrick yelled back hoarsely. Zoah continued to pummel Patrick each hit growing harder and harder. Patrick would only grunt with each hit. Not giving the satisfaction of having him scream.
Karsh motioned to Zoah who merely backed off. "You bastard, you've been holding out for weeks now. I want answers or I swear to God I will bring your friends in and start killing them one by one!" Karsh growled.
Patrick looked down, "I said I don't know damnit! How many times do I have to tell you before you get it right! I don't know a thing. I have never seen Riddel before. How the hell can I know where she is if I don't even know what the hell she looks like!"
Karsh grabbed Patrick by his hair and jerked his head up to look him in the eyes. Patrick could see intense hatred in those eyes. He could also see a murderous glare. He was all too familiar with that look. His own brother had given it to him until the last few months of his life. "You will then tell me everything you do know! If you don't know where she is then you must know who has her since five dragoons spotted you! I don't care how much you insist your innocence you were involved. Start talking!" Karsh growled dangerously.
"I came here from another Island. I was in Termina when you guys picked me up. I had no idea Riddel was captured until you so kindly slapped me with an indictment!" Patrick growled back staring Karsh right in the eyes.
"What Island," Karsh asked growling.
"I came from the Dead Sea," Patrick replied tersely.
"Liar! No one has gone to the Dead Sea and come back alive! Now I know your lying!" Karsh screamed as he picked up his axe. He swung it at Patrick hard. Patrick didn't even flinch as he watched it all. Zoah quickly stopped the axe's path.
"KARSH PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" Zoah boomed at Karsh. Karsh merely growled dropping the axe again. Zoah pulled Karsh off to the side and eventually they both left. Patrick dizzily made his way to his feet before he moved his shoulder. Pain shot through it as he realized it was dislocated. Moving it into position he gritted his teeth before ramming it into the wall. With a pop it went back into place, and Patrick barely suppressed the scream.