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5 – Revelation

Heresy pushed her mysterious stranger down onto a bed in the cheap motel rooms above the pub. He seemed to be enjoying the 'attention' but she was sure he wasn't planning on having sex tonight.

"Next," he demanded. He was trying to stay cool, calm and collected but his pants said differently.

"Mmm, female," Heresy said and pushed him onto his back.

"Thanks, that's a lot of help," he muttered. Heresy gave him a questioning look. "We've all go red stripes, except for one of us." The female refrained from telling him she'd met Two as well.

"I still get another thing from you," she said.

"You made me lie down," he said and smirked. Heresy almost omitted a girlie squeal but avoided doing so. "Give me something else."

"Quite strong."

"That's good. Almost there," he said knowing he'd be able to leave before she started having sex with him. Heresy looked at him. She saw he was trying to get out. "Next thing should free me from your demon claws." Heresy pulled his bullet belt off and his shirt over his head. She purred.

"You look much better without your shirt. Don't wear it," she suggested.

"Next."

"How many have you narrowed it down to?"

"Two."

"Crud, gotta be carefully with my information. She's got boobs?"

"Real smart." Heresy ran her tongue up his stomach and although it was faint she felt him shiver. "You're going too far." Heresy said nothing and ran her nails down his chest, causing him to shiver again. She kissed his neck and slowly moved her lips upwards. When she'd almost reached his mouth, he turned her around in a single swift move. "Too far," he repeated with a low growl.

"Dominant," she said with a grin.

"You always this horny?" he asked raising his eyebrows. She grinned at him.

"Pretty much. Say," she said slowly and pulled his face closer to hers. "What do I call you, 992?"

"They called me Hunter," he said.

"They?"

"My pack. Who's the girl?"

"We called me Heresy," the woman responded and let him sit up. She kept her hands around his hips to make sure he wouldn't run.

"The heathen vixen from hell," he said with a wide grin. She grinned back at him.

"What do you hunt?"

"Everything," Hunter responded. "And then I kill it." She saw in his eyes he was telling the truth. Suddenly she realized that he was not to be taken lightly. Heresy had seen from Two's injuries the power Blaze had and if he was anything like she was, she was in trouble. Hunter leaned down onto her right shoulder and took a deep breath. "Scared?" he whispered into her ear and Heresy's whole body tensed up. He was after all a wolf and she was just a cat. She felt his tongue cross her neck.

Then he got up and pulled his shirt back on. He grabbed his bullet belt and pulled it on, watching her with sin in his eyes.

"Last clue?"

"Runaway." Hunter stopped buckling up his belt and looked down at her. The ferocity in his eyes had intensified. "You want to kill her?" Hunter said nothing. "It would suit me very much if you did."

The door slid open and shut. Heresy tried to look aside but moving anything hurt so much. It felt like her veins were bursting open by the second. She heard someone walk over to her and cringed at the pain the steps omitted. It was like she had seven hangovers at once – although she wasn't sure what that felt like.

Then she saw his face looking down on her.

"Hello, 419," Ames White said calmly. Heresy choked and then coughed spilling blood all over herself. "I'd clean that, but we're going to kill you soon, so I don't think it matters." He saw the girl shivering at his presence. "Why didn't you tell me, 419?"

"H…" More blood. She turned her head to the side and Ames sighed as her blood covered his shoes. "Heresy. My name is Heresy."

"As far as my reports go, you're 333001027419," he said. Heresy felt a tear creeping down her cheek. "Did I get a number wrong?"

"Why?"

"Because you're transgenic filth, 419. You don't fit into the plan," Ames said viciously.

"Ames…" He looked down at her with disgust. She blinked, tears streaming down her cheeks now. Ames grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the tears off, making her wince under the force he was using. "I…"

"Spare me."

"I thought you…" He looked at her and then crouched down next to her.

Carefully he began wiping the blood from her face and neck. Soon his handkerchief was filled with blood and he was only spreading it out even more. He dropped the piece of cloth onto her chest and wiped new tears away with his thumb.

"I thought you loved me."

"People change. Just like you did."

Heresy's eyes snapped open and she heard a groan from beside her.

"Let go," she heard Hunter's vicious growl. She let her senses return and noticed she had him in a tight embrace. She let go slowly and shuffled back a bit. He didn't turn to ask nor make any sign of cheering her up.

Heresy looked up at the motel roof and remembered that the two of them had planned to stay the night there before rushing off to kill Blaze. Hunter had refused to sleep with her but had still lain down next to her in bed. She smiled slightly as she remembered him complaining about her pheromones.

"Hunter," she said quietly.

"What?" he growled. It was strange. Around this vicious beast of a man, she felt more female than ever before. Sure she'd felt like a real girl when she'd had sex the first time or when she dressed up and got catcalls, but now she felt vulnerable and all the things those girl magazines talked about suddenly seemed vitally important.

"Turn around."

"Not having sex with you, stupid cat," he muttered and didn't moved. Heresy rolled her eyes and the weak girl disappeared. She crawled over him and ended up lying on twenty centimetres of bed. Hunter glared at her, then shifted back so she would have space. "Next time you do that, I will let you fall off," he said and tried to turn around. Heresy stopped him and then moved in to his body.

She placed her head just under his chin and placed an arm around him.

"What are you doing?" he growled again and placed his arm around her. It was just more comfortable that way.

"Sssht," she said and closed her eyes again.

Two regretted coming back to the farm. Now he was in close vicinity of the person he considered a mortal enemy and would try his best not to rip the bastard's throat out. Partly because of Styl's calm manner and the way he felt she might break without him and partly because he knew Zack was stronger than his sister.

Zack watched Two carefully and the latter did the same to the prior. They were having supper with Styl, Markus, Delilah and Trent. Delilah and Trent, the owners of the farm, were pleased that Zack had found other friends than Styl and that Styl was talking more than usual, even if it was only a few words. Markus was quite suspicious of the new guy, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

Later, after dinner, Styl and Two went out for a walk. Zack had refused to go because he really didn't like Two that much.

"Ben seems like a really nice guy," Delilah said when she joined the men in the living room. Two had gone under his human name here, Benjamin Jensen, which was another thing Zack didn't like. One of his brothers had been called Ben and now there was this guy.

"Real great," Zack muttered. Delilah was used to Zack's grouchiness and didn't think much of it at the time.

"How long is he staying?"

"He's leaving tomorrow," Zack said sounding like it was a good thing.

"He's welcome to stay as long as he likes, Zack," Delilah said with a smile. Zack gave a brief nod. "Will he be sleeping with you then?"

"Mm," Zack responded and Delilah left having had enough of Zack's sulking.

"You seem like a good person," Styl said softly. Two snorted.

"You don't know me, girl, so there's nothing you can say about me," he said gruffly. Although he felt comfortable around her, he felt like something was wrong as well.

"You haven't tried to kill me, so that makes you a good person." Again Two snorted. "Or Zack."

"I will. Eventually, I just have to work on my strategy."

"Zack likes strategies too," she said with a soft smile. "You're a lot like him."

"I'm nothing like him," Two growled viciously baring his teeth. Styl looked back at the ground and the two of the continued in silence for a while. Two felt he had been harsh and decided to be a bit… nicer. "You're like someone I know."

"Who?"

"My sister. She's the youngest in the pack, 19 years. Her name was Tia. You have the same voice," he said.

"I feel glad I remind you of someone you love."

"I never said that."

"Even if you tried to convince me otherwise," she said with a smile. Two looked down at her and then stopped. "I'm glad you're here, but also think it's a bad thing."

"How so?"

"You give Zack and myself a memory of what we really are," she said. "But Zack has had bad experiences with Manticore." Two gave her a look. "Worse than others."

"I was trained to kill my sister," Two said. The person I love the most. "She broke most of my bones. Twice."

"Zack ran away from Manticore and looked after 11 of his brothers and sisters for 12 years. Then he killed himself for the girl he loved and she got his heart. He's had his heart, brain, liver and kidney's replaced with biochemical engineering and lost his memory. Twice."

"He's the one who's fault it is that my sister is my prey."

"I'm sure he would never intend that," Styl said.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

"I was a normal cat gene X5 until Lydecker realized that I couldn't cope with the others in my group. I was sent to solitary and from thereon trained on my own. Look," she said and turned around pulling her hair up. Two looked down at her silver barcode. "The only X-series with metal in her blood and trained to do nothing."

"Manticore doesn't make failures," he said. And he believed it. No matter how much he hated Manticore, he was sure that everything they made had a purpose and was useful.

"Not me. I can fight, sure. I can use my super-cat-ness, great. But that's where it ends. I was messed up, Two, I'm a failure."

"Don't lie."

"Ain't."

"You can fight, which makes you better than anyone else already. We're stronger and more superior than other humans and if it weren't for the human compassion most of us feel they'd all be gone within a few years, or slaves."

"It's not like that," Styl said.

"We're not normal humans, Styl."

"We're not humans at all, Two. We're different but we can fit in."

"Sure, whatever."

I know nothing is happening there with Styl and Two, just talking that is lame… Heresy's is more interesting. Are ya confused? Huh, huh, are ya? I sure am.

Next chapter we get to see Luxie and Blaze again, and Alec grins