AN: Alright folks, I know I haven't updated in such a FUCKING long time, but now...well...I'm a bit better about this. I hope to at least have chapter nine finished as well by tomorrow (or maybe even tonight...) Anyway, I am SOOO close to beating Silent Hill 3 (and I'm supposed to be working on a paper right now that my mum wants to check.) Anyway, I hope you people like this. Finally, Cornell gets some dialogue. I think it's about time for a little fight between the two, don't you?

This chapter is dedicated to Victor J. Cardigan, for all the help and urging he's given me to continue this story .

Chapter Eight: The Unrelenquished Wall

Ortega tore from the room he was in. The girl's cries falling dull and silently on his ears as an old and vexating acquaintance filling his being. Cornell, where the hell are you? He began to pick up an alarming pace the shadows all bleeding into one, the rancor of the bloody mass in bowels of his head was screaming. He wanted to kill Cornell now. Just to get the damn thing over with. Ortega hesitated, and even stopped where he was. No, he had to wait until he was in the height of his condition. He knew that he had to test his power, but on what? That could wait until later; he needed to see Cornell.

"Where are you going, man-wolf?" A female voice assailed his ears, which was pleasantly evil. He turned to see Actrise, and suddenly noticed he had been breathing irregularly as his visage met the ground. Her thin, pale face was that of confusion. "Cornell is here..." Ortega let his breath come off as a sigh and he looked back up into her dark eyes. The witch actually grinned genuinely for once. "Oh really? I shall be of some assistance, Ortega." She made for the entrance of the DeRais household, until she was stopped by his voice "No, Actrise. I must do this on my own." The witch turned, internally scowling at the sudden loss of a privilege to play a very good game. She just managed a nod of a bow. "Very well, man-wolf. I suppose your kind will do the best at any rate, since you understand one another so well." Ortega noticed a bit of envy in each word, but he merely preformed the same gesture "Thank you, dear witch." and headed out for the lobby of the household.

The man wolf's eyes contracted at the oncoming light. He had only been out here about a few days propr to this meeting. He noticed that now a sickly grey fog had been incarcerated inside the courtyard. The satiated pounding filled his head further, a dull numbing feeling that felt like after the pain had come. He gritted his teeth at the frustration filling his body. Not noticing even the very silence that was injected in the silencing corpse of space. He felt him close on the other side of the gate So...you've made this far, Cornell, have you?

He pulled along. His body now aching and feeling each capillary pulsating full with the fury of a man wolf; his lupine heard agitated full; frustrated in his being, gasping with every near step at which the foul earth could not comprehend. He had reached the gate, at which was closed. A fiery perturbation embraced his arms as he threw up the gate and dust was heaved from its rusty battlements. Rage now piqued, he suppressed a roar that only came out in a lamentable growl.

On the opposing side of the steely maws of the gates was a young man with silver hair, with a slightly muscular form. He appeared weary and his pale, but piercing blue eyes were alert. Ragged breathes shook his pale form, looking out into the darkness. The drawbridge behind him closed and he turned letting out an alarmed cry, futilely shaking the gate that had closed behind him. Ortega smiled to see his former friend in a fix. How charming.

Ortega advanced still smiling at his wretched kindred "Hello, Cornell..." Cornell whirled around, seemingly startled at the familiar voice "Ortega...?" he breathed "Ortega! How have you been? Why are you over there? Can you lift this gate?" Ortega scoffed "Such ignorant questions will get a man killed. After all these years and you still don't remember, do you?" Cornell hesitated, clearly perplexed at his comrade's sayings "Ortega, I–"

"You what, Cornell? I don't believe you remember a thing. No matter, really. I hope at least you remember your sister..." Ortega smiled briefly, remembering when the blood was oozing from her head. "Ada..." Cornell started, and the other man-wolf knew that he wanted to go through and kill him "What have you done to her?!" Ortega laughed Finally losing your temper, Cornell? "Such change of emotion, you backstabbing nuisance? You suddenly wanted me to help and now you want to kill me. How very honorable of you, Cornell."

The other man-wolf was seething as he paced across the length of the makeshift hallway. "Tell me now, Ortega. What the hell have you done with her?!" Ortega feigned mock offense, even though he was disappointed how Cornell had managed to evade his reviling barbs. "With an attitude like that, you won't get anywhere, Cornell. But I suppose you were always like that; jumping into things head-long without even thinking about them, or the safety of your clan–our clan." He made sure to sharpen every word to a singular point, now satisfied at the look that Cornell was giving him "Well, to answer your question...not too much, Cornell. Just about at breaking point. Though I must say, she has really blossomed into a beautiful young woman." Cornell bristled with rage "I swear, by the Elders...if you've done anything to her–"

"You'll what? Bludgeon me to death? Oh how hedonistic of you, Cornell. But I'm glad you've finally come back to your lupine senses. I know, I wouldn't do anything to her. I can't believe you'd even think that I would. Although...I can't say the same for the other lustful creatures that reside within, and are supposed to protect her. " Ortega relished at Cornell incinerating at his quick remarks . Good, man-wolf, now for a bit of a guilt trip... Ortega let out a sigh and looked at him, leaning on the mesh of the portcullis "If only you had come sooner, you could have saved her from this fate." Cornell seemed to hesitate and Ortega was now laughing terribly within himself, but externally, he did not falter one moment.

Cornell finally could not take any more of this "Damn you to hell, Ortega! Damn you and your lies!" Ortega shrugged it off "Why would I have reason to lie? And, speaking about hell–"The man-wolf smiled smugly "I have a new power given to me by the Dark Prince."

"Dracula?!"

Ortega laughed "Who else?"

It was now Cornell's turn to scoff "And you'll think that by selling your soul to the Dark Lord, he will aid you fully? That he'll give you full support in every decision that you enact? Ortega, he'll kill you before you can have complete control over this 'power' you speak of." Ortega sneered as he walked closer to him "Well, at least he doesn't have an insane love for humans as you do, Cornell. He and I have a similar predicament with humans, which you have failed to understand." Cornell shook his head, his white hair hanging over his eyes "If you hadn't joined The Resistance before The Separation then you would have seen how good humans are."

Ortega laughed. Was Cornell that insane? "Cornell. I certainly hope that you do jest, and that you aren't telling me the truth. Humans are the most fallible creations in existence. They were meant to prey on." Cornell inched closer to the metal framework of the gate, the light shining into his eyes, which looked now on Ortega as they would some traitorous villain "Aren't all forms of life in some way fallible? We are the most to blame on that note, Ortega. The Elders understood what was best for the clan."

"And when you stayed with the Alliance, you were just an obedient dog, doing exactly what you were told. The Elders had become old and senile and had no sense of what they were doing whatsoever." Ortega stood firmly his loam eyes boring holes into the ice blue ones . Cornell quirked an eyebrow before finally closing his eyes "Even Ghe'henna?" Ortega nodded, still using that assertive firmness "Even Ghe'henna. She was the one for the most blame."

Cornell suddenly screamed out in rage "Why, Ortega?! Why did you join the Prince of Darkness?! Why are you against the Elders, when they had so much to benefit from, and all they wanted was peace?!" Ortega leered at him, not really noticing the violet aura gauzing about his form "You will see soon enough, Cornell. Soon enough".

As he walked away, he heard Cornell screaming out his name So it has begun. Ortega paused as a sudden pain filled his skull. He clenched his jaw against the pain. Black spots turning his vision to a small circle. He gasped as a high pitched hum filled his ears. His heart palpitating at unknown speeds. Something exploded in his head. Ortega paused for a moment and gasped again, clutching his head. What the hell is going on? He fell to his knees, curling into himself as much as possible. The pain subsided as he finally noticed the gate behind him rise up and a familiar howl broke the turbulence in his head.

Cornell.

Ortega ripped up and made a quick about face before seeing his hated kindred rush for him. Ortega lunged forwards and felt the violet aura encompass him again. He felt different, as if something that was incarcerated within his very mind, almost stronger. Cornell was flung back, sliding across the floor. He finally came to a stop and rolled up again and threw himself, snarling, at Ortega. Ortega dodged his assailant, finding pausing and lashing out at Ortega's back.

The man-wolf seethed with rage at the initial contact, feeling a warmth flowing down his back, letting those memories perpetuate through him. He let out a deafening roar as he violently lashed out for Cornell. The man-wolf with white hair cried out as he was thrown up against the wall; his chest throwing forward as he was thrown to the ground. He stood up once again, but the gate had already closed and Ortega was on the other side, gone. Ortega could hear Cornell screaming at him.

Ortega bit back a mix of sorrow and rage, as he ran for the DeRais manor. He had done it. Now Cornell would follow them through hellfire and brimstone. He knew well how strong Cornell actually was, and he knew that Cornell wasn't in the greatest shape. It seemed like he had fought something before they had their little meeting of sorts. Ortega tore around the fountain, past the freshly cut gravestones; ripped the mask of the fog away, lunged into the lobby and was promptly plunged into darkness once again. A surprised Oldrey DeRais blinked at the man-wolf, ragged of breath Cornell." DeRais face filled with understanding "Then we must move swiftly."