Note- Ahhh… It feels good to be back in the groove… Thank you for the reviews! They mean a lot after so long. This reminds me Wolf, when are you going to write more on "A Companion for Life?" I want to know what happens with Lei and Foon! And don't think you're off the hook either Kurmoi! I will hunt you both down!

Kurmoi… If Ryu farted you would think it was sexy…

By the way, I do not own the characters of Dead or Alive. They belong to Tecmo!

Also about this chapter, I've never written anything with Helena or Christie, and I don't have any clue to how Donovan would act. All I have to go by is how I have seen other authors describe him. So please forgive me for any OOC.

Chapter 2:

"Damn it!" Various cursing and objects being thrown around made itself apparent outside the doors of DoAtech's CEO, "Who the hell is doing this?" It would've been suicide for anyone to enter his office, but this female entered it with ease.

It was a nice office, except that now it looked as if a tornado had hit it. Donovan's large desk was cluttered with things he had knocked over, as was the floor. The large skylight framed the night sky for them now that Donovan had ripped the curtains from it.

"Having a bad day, Donovan?" She set her lips against the mocking smile that she could feel rising to her lips in the dim room.

"Shut up!" He spat at her from behind his desk. The floor was cluttered with broken glass and papers he had flung to the floor in his rage, "There was another attack, another fucking attack!"

She now hid a smirk behind her hand; it wasn't often that one could find him pissed like this. He was so used to getting his way and now he yelled like a spoiled child because someone was getting the better of him, "Who did you piss off this time?" She bent down and picked up a chair he had kicked over so she could take a seat.

"I piss everyone off!" A lamp in the corner of the room was Donovan's next victim as he picked up the last paperweight on his desk and chucked it at the unsuspecting appliance. Now they sat in complete darkness save for the luminescence coming from the night sky.

"Yes and now you're acting like a child…" She crossed her legs as dark eyes turned on her but quickly turned away.

"What's the status on Fame Douglas's daughter?" He quickly changed the subject.

"Everything's going well. I've successfully maintained a position with her as her companion and access to the Douglas facilities is unlimited now."

"Good! Keep it that way! I've chosen Helena as the primary test subject for Omega, but it's your job to make sure she gets that far. If she doesn't enter this tournament then all bets are off… the same goes for if she loses... If that does happen…"

"I break her neck…"

"Exactly, now get lost…" Donovan turned his attention to his trashed office and gave a brief sigh, hitting a button on his desk, "Someone… send in the maid." The woman gave a short laugh as she exited the wreck site.

If only she could kill Helena now. Having to play babysitter with the stuck up blonde was going to drive her crazy sooner or later. The night before last she had to attend a dinner party with her.

Of course, Miss Helena was Miss Popular, leaving Christie to laugh at all her jokes, agree with everything she said, and play waitress for whatever she needed. It was hell, plain and simple, although the thought of someone screwing over Donovan would make the night easier.

That bastard, Donovan… He may be signing her checks but the man was a dick. Holding no regard for anyone, she may be an assassin at least she could understand that there were just some things that you shouldn't mess with.

Like experimenting on human life… Creating monsters like Omega for the soul purpose of turning them loose and laughing as it crushed lives. But this time he had crossed the wrong person, probably some big business owner, someone confident in their position for them to be attacking DoAtech facilities.

Checking her watch it was now time to return to that hell. Miss Helena had an opera to go to tonight. Oh joy…

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It was a beautiful night. The warm air carried the scent of roses from the gardens below the towers open windows. The Oprea house had been stuffy with so many people and this breeze was just what she needed. It was only too bad that winter would soon approach and take the life away from the land.

She had received yet another standing ovation for her songs, but she didn't feel as if she had done well at all. Could people really see the talent in her voice or did they only see her money and her father?

The sound of booted feet climbing the stairs became apparent to her. "Miss Helena…" Yes, it was Chistie, her latest companion. She had arrived to help her get ready for everything before the show.

"Miss Helena, Donovan would like for you to enter the Dead or Alive tournament once again…" The elegant blonde didn't bother to look away from the window.

"DoAtech is my fathers company. If he wishes it, I will enter once again, but only on his wishes." How odd for her to be talking about the tournament…

"But miss, wouldn't you like to compete?" She seemed so eager, just like the rest of the ones who surrounded her.

"Why? What possible reason is there for me to compete?"

"Well," The woman gave a smile, something that seemed to be a labor for her, "I'm just a really big fan of yours! You did so well in the last tournament maybe this time you can take the gold!" The white haired woman seemed out of place with this behavior… It just didn't seem natural…

"I have no use for the fame or prize money." She quietly stated to the nights breeze, "But I will think it over for you…" Helena allowed for a smile to grace her features as she stood from the windowsill, "Now I must retire, I have a busy day tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Miss Helena." Christie bowed as Helena walked past her and descended the stairs. Once she heard the towers door close below she walked to the window and watched as the blonde walked across the courtyard. With the dexterity any thief would kill for Christie pulled a knife from her inner coat pocket and flung it into thing wall across from her. The satisfying sound of it stabbing deep into the towers wall echoed throughout the high roof.

"Goodnight indeed…"

Nashi- Sorry for the shortness, but I can't seem to write anymore for now! Just trying to set the scene!