Well, I think we've reached the climax. Now, all there really is… is the resolution, and perhaps later a bit of experimentation. I might try to learn how to do lemony things with these two… or maybe play around with the over-used ideas I've always wanted to try. Like random turns-you-into-a-baby rays, gender swapping, body swapping, all that good stuff. Might be nice. It'd certainly be different from the damned angst-fest this fic is turning out to be.

For some reason this chapter deals more with Sinner-Kris. I appear to be dragging that particular idea out for all it's worth. It works though. I enjoy it.

Also, if you'll notice on my bio, I've changed some things. Please go there and check my new LJ for updates on fic progress and the like.

…it's come to my attention that one of my favorite DBZ authors, Chuquita, has had a story of hers removed for containing script/chat format. The author's notes at the beginning and end are in that format, HOWEVER, the story itself is not.

I'm sorry staff, does that mean doing THIS:

Me: Hi! I'm introducing myself! Lookit me! –waves-

… means that now MY story will be deleted for containing script/chat format? Fuck-tards. Look at the damned stories before you go screwing around with people's ART.

"I'm sorry, your painting contains the color blue. We'll have to be burning it now, and shall be taking your canvases away from you for about a month. Have a nice day!"

… what pisses me off even MORE however is that I know exactly who reported it. And I will make their life hell. More details on my LJ, go check it if you want to know more. Though I don't know why you would want to.

I did everything in this story with exact purpose. The conversation between the two scientists, the location of the new compound, everything. Try to keep that in mind while reading.

And We All Fall Down

'Oh. Oh! There it is. There we go.'

Energy tingled ominously at the back of her head, the base of her spine, up and down her back, tickled her tail so that it thrashed angrily and ruffled the fur.

'Now now tail, it's alright. There there. Calm down. I'm alright. Everything's gonna be good, isn't it? Yes…'

She landed in front of its doors. Oh, how it had been hidden! Just a little thing, a little Capsule house on the edges of a clearing, away from the rubble. Beautifully poetic, where it had been placed. How sweet. How very ironically sweet.

It washed over her mind and soothed and stung at once.

'Oh, oh, I remember, yes… he knew I would, didn't he? Hoped I would be so scared! So very very frightened, shaking and mewling, I would have! Oh yes, if only… foolish man, indeed…'

'Don't be so angry, little thing…' Sinner whispered soothingly in her ear. 'We must have fun, yes? Oh, remember? Remember how prettily they bled before? Such a pretty red, such a powerful smell, human blood. We must savor it little one. They will not allow it otherwise. Save your anger… it is useless. We must have some fun now.'

She grinned widely and giggled.

The door to the house was flung across the clearing with a wave of her hand. Small security cameras hung on the walls and in corners exploded, not wanting to witness what would come. It alerted security, who rushed above-ground to deal with whatever it was. They came up out of tunnels dug out of the ground. Not many. There hadn't been a need. But it didn't matter. If they had pit the entire population against her in that moment, it wouldn't have much mattered.

She grinned and bared her fangs at them.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" a man just below the surface commented.

"What?" his co-worker questioned. The first man was standing on a chair with one ear on the ceiling, listening.

"It… there's screams up there. Here, listen," and he moved off of the chair so that the other man could listen too.

"Like hell," he scoffed. "We're supposed to be dealing with work right now, not listening to what's going on on the surface."

Looking a bit concerned, but submissive, the first man returned to mixing various powders and liquids, labeling jars and whatnot.

"Hey," he said suddenly. "You married or anything?"

"Why?" he grunted back.

"Just curious. Are ya? Is she pretty?"

"…yes."

"Any kids?"

"… three. Two girls and a boy."

"Ah, good! Must be nice, being married," he said, idlly stirring a liquid in a glass container. "Myself… well, I wouldn't much know. Had a girlfriend once… but, it didn't really work out!" and he laughed a bit unconvincingly.

The only response was the clinking of glass stirrers bumping into the walls of glass containers.

"Ah… ha ha ha ha…" she grinned perversely, not bothering to wipe swiftly clotting blood off of her. She straightened up and stared at the ground contemplatively for a moment. Eyes quickly flicking over toward the still-open tunnel.

"Hnnnnnn…"

She sniffed the air, but could only smell the coppery smell human blood had. She snorted distastefully and swiftly descended into the bowels of a hidden compound that had been financed entirely by a certain doctor.

Ranu slowly woke up. The sound of rushing air alerted him to the fact that he still had a mask over his face that was sedating him. He would've stayed asleep, except for… there was something there… it screamed at his unconscious mind and roused him from his sleep. But… now that he was awake… it had faded. The tainted air reclaimed his consciousness.

She tore through everything. The electrical wiring, the furniture, anything she could reach was destroyed. Her heart beat frantically in her chest, fueling her, making her pant in excitement. She screamed an ecstatic challenge, and it echoed through the hallway; it made the walls tremble and alarms went off. She frowned at the tremendous noise the alarms made and sneered violently at them. A few wide ki blasts remedied it quickly enough, and left nice looking blackened craters in the wake. She regarded them for a moment, considering, then grinning widely again as a new game formed in her mind. They did look pretty, in a perverse morbid way.

"Stop it!"

She stopped, the grin falling to become a petulant frown. She turned to see who had disturbed her.

'Oh.'

"Stop this right now! Or you'll never see your companion again. You don't want that, do you?" he said, stretching his hand as far as the machinery would allow him. He was without an aide, so she assumed that he had been abandoned in her chaos. A pity. She would have enjoyed mucking about in more gore…

Well. There was still him after all.

"Don't grin at me like that now," he admonished, wheezing slightly.

She sniffed the air again. Oh, how he reeked! Just like before, that one time before, when he screamed and she had reacted to it like a dog whistle, turning around so quickly her little feet had skidded across the slippery bloodied tile, and tore into him with fervor… oh, so much like before he was! Weaker, though. But that just made him easier prey. Saiyans were never much picky about whom they killed, weak or strong, old or young. Strong was preferred, but only because it amused them for longer. At the moment, in this circumstance, she didn't care. She had sensed, in some distant suppressed corner of her bent mind, that they were coming quickly. She had suppressed her energy at first, evading them, but they knew her now. The only thing that slowed them from catching her and stopping her progress was their own fear of what state they would find her in.

"My, my…" she purred finally. He raised an eyebrow at this. "How… the strong… have fallen…" and she taunted him, staring mockingly at him from beneath half-lidded eyes.

"Do you not understand me?!" he raged at the indignity. "I said, if you don't stop this foolishness right now, your companion dies! Do you want him to die?!"

She laughed at that.

"How will you kill him doctor? How? With no one to aid you, you are… helpless, yes? There is no one else left in this compound. I've killed any who remained…" she gestured vaguely to herself, as if the blood and gore dripping from her wasn't noticeable enough.

"Oh, did you know that I never forgave you?" she continued, sounding as if she was gearing up for a sob-story. "I never got those images out of my head, they were always there, making me guilty, making me unclean, and I knew this and tried to ignore it. I pretended I was innocent for so long!" she laughed at herself, finally having a captive audience to listen to her confession. "I pretended I was worthy, when I knew myself to not be… and I thought I would be safe. But you didn't forget, did you? You knew, how I had never repented for it, never cried near enough to make up for it. No tears shall save this little one now, no amount of crying can wash away this filth from me. And I don't care. You see? I don't care."

And he did listen to her confession, uncaring and cold of the Sinner's lamentations, damning her before she had sinned, and had created the duality of Saint and Sinner within her all himself. He had created her himself, this twisted little girl who had grown up without progressing in the least. Stunting her spirit's growth, constantly there, reminding her that she was his, only worth the joy he gathered from the data on her pain. He owned her spirit, always.

The grin returned to her face, and flames stirred themselves in her eyes as she rounded on him. She didn't care if he owned her soul, owned her very being. She would prove that she, at the very least, owned his life in return.

If she had to be the Fallen Angel, she'd drag God down with her into Hell.

Blood stained hands ripped apart plastic tubes and wires, flinging them away as the first sight of blood (what an ugly color of blood, so very dull, not that pretty bright living red at all) stirred the very core of her mind into a frenzy, and it all became a blur. A hand sinking satisfyingly into the gut, claws ripping the flesh away as it pulled back, internal organs spilling messily into his lap, leaking fluid all over the fabric of the wheelchair and dripping slowly to the floor. Removing one entire eye from its socket in a furious swipe of clawed hands, the sickening sound of it hitting the opposite wall wetly. The feeling of having cold teeth, being exposed to the air conditioned, sterile, cold air as her teeth had been bared the entire time and were unused to such treatment.

The burn of tainted stinking air that reeked of death as it was forced in and out of her lungs and throat made her pant. Somehow, during the chaos, his intestines had become splattered all over her feet. She stared at them dispassionately, eyes slowly dieing and fading back into the dull emotionless orbs they had been before. She turned around and began walking away.

Sinner stood blankly in an empty Afterlife, unsure of what to do now that his one mission had been completed.

Ranu groaned as he came back to consciousness again. Blinking slowly, he checked for the mask, wondering what it was that woke him.

The mask and the smell of medicine were gone.

He finally opened his eyes fully and saw something that would later give him nightmares. Kris was looking down at him while he lay there, her eyes staring holes right through him. A bloody, gore-spattered Kris who looked as if she were a zombie out of a horror movie.

He gasped and wished he hadn't. Not only did he discover that it was still difficult to breathe and hurt his lungs severely by gasping, he had inhaled the absolute reek of death and human blood and bodily fluids that Kris was covered in. He choked and started coughing.

Kris frowned and helped him sit up, dully noticing that where her hands touched him, a large stain appeared. She decided to ignore it for now while he hacked. After a minute or so, the coughing quieted.

"K-… Kris?" he wheezed, panting. He looked up at her from the bed he was on, eyes wide and, to Kris, innocent and trusting, and maybe fearful. Something in her mind shifted, allowing her to remember that she was still covered in filth, still the Sinner, and that Ranu himself was still mostly pure. She shouldn't be touching him. He would hate her.

She jerked back, eyes wide.

"N-no!" Ranu exclaimed, noticing the panic that had started to form in previously dull empty eyes. He coughed a couple times before continuing. "N-no, it's… it's okay… really…" And then he remembered that he had been drugged and confined to a bed for who know how long, and Kris had had to come and rescue him. Not only was he weaker than ever before, he had forced Kris deeper into this than he had ever wanted. She was hurt now, because of him. Because he wasn't strong enough to break free on his own, because Kris herself could never deal with her past traumas well, and his ineptitude had caused her to break. Again. Worse.

He had never failed at anything before. He was beginning to wonder if that knowledge would begin to break him as well.

Before he could say anymore, it was too late. Kris knew this as well, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she dropped to the floor. Ranu started and tried to move to catch her, but his limbs still wouldn't work properly and he only succeeded in making himself fall off the bed just as his uncle, Trunks, and Vegeta burst into the room.

"Ranu!" Goku exclaimed, rushing over to where he lay and propping him up. "Are you okay?"

'No,' he wanted to say. 'No, I'm not alright! Where's Kris gone? I don't know who that girl over there is! I think I hurt Kris-chan, Uncle Goku. I didn't mean to, but I did. I'm so stupid. I hurt her real bad. I don't think I can take that. I want Kris-chan back. Why can't she come back?'

But he just nodded jerkily.