Ok, I finnaly got to work on this one. Man am I tired. It's like 2 in the morning, and I need my sleep.

Just a little note before I leave you with the short bit of weords ahead. I was checking chp6 earlier, and noticed a kinda big clitch. Ir's the part where John looks at the diner door and says that nothing is broken. First thing he says is that the door is broken. Really, my bad. I wanted to say the door is LOCKED.

Well, thats it. Enjoy.


I continued to press the up button, waiting to see if there was going to be anything of interest on the TV. From what I could tell, there were only about twenty channels, most of which were news channels.

"So John, what do you think?" Aya asked.

She was still in the shower, though I wasn't too worried. I was here to make sure that something didn't try to kill her while she was showering. Besides we were sharing the room, and since there wasn't too much to do out here, I was kinda forced to be here.

"About what?" I said plainly, still trying to find something to watch besides the news.

"About the sighting," said Aya, apparently annoyed by my forgetfulness. I'd be annoyed too, seeing as we've been talking about it for the last ten minuets.

"Let's see… There were only a few here, so either they went away from here and are chewing on people elsewhere, or Ms. Venuto killed most of them."

"Ms. Venuto said she had been taking them down for about two weeks, so maybe that's what happened."

By this point, I had turned my attention to the TV again. I had probably passed channel seventeen about two dozen times by now, but I figured maybe a commercial would pop up on one of the news channels.

"John…"

"Yeah?"

"Why was it that you were so excited when you heard that Pereira was going to be at the research site?" she asked.

"Simple," I said, looking toward the bathroom door. "I want to kill him."

"Why?"

"He put me through several years of torture, all for his research. Now it wouldn't have been so bad if he told me what he wanted to do from the get go, but he lied to me about it."

"Wait, he lied to you?"

"Yeah."

Taking a quick glance to the open bathroom, I found the steam still seeping into the room. Feeling a little more relaxed then before, I lied on my back, resting my head in my heads.

'For a run down motel, this bed is pretty comfortable.'

"What do you mean, yeah?"

"Well, it was about half a year after I got into college, which was in September of ninety eight. I had gone broke, and had been kicked out of college for being unable to make my payments. Soon I was living off the streets, doing what I could to take care of myself. I managed to pick up a construction job for a while, which not only got me some food but kept me in shape."

I paused and took a moment to rub my tired eyes. Remembering that it was about eight o'clock, I was surprised I was even tired.

"One day, just after work, I was eating at a McDonalds, when this guy comes up to me and sits down. He asked is I was a bum, and I just look him in the eye. He notices the way I was looking at him, and he suddenly pulls out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and hands it to me. I'm a little hesitant at first, but I take it. Soon he's asking me questions, I answer, and he then tells me that he wants to put me in an experiment."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I ask him what kind of experiment, and he says the kind that the government doesn't approve. I was kinda skeptical, but he said that there wouldn't be any side affects of pain, so I took his offer. He tells me his name is a Dr. Nathaniel Pereira, and that he was going to give me a hotel room for the week, plenty of spending money to get some clothes and food, then he was going to have me flown over to Nevada, where the research site was. A week later, I get to Nevada, and when I arrive, I practically get kidnapped. Next thing I know, I wake up in some weird tube and there are a bunch of scientists around me."

"Wow."

"Wow is right. I pretty much get tortured for two years. I'm injected with a bunch of things, like pain killers, tranquilizers, even blood, all for this… experiment."

"Wait, blood?"

"Yeah, blood. Your blood."

"What! You mean I'm the reason why you're like that?"

"No it's not your fault. Dr. Pereira took some of your blood somehow and replicated it somehow. After that, he put the stuff in me, and about twenty other people. The others all died from mutation, yet I kept my form and mind. I didn't notice any changes at first, but the scientists let me loose in some environment zone a few times, just to study me. I became faster and stronger because of your blood, and I only became stronger from then on."

"My god, I-"

"It's not your fault, Aya."

Aya stopped the shower, and then slowly walked out into the room, covered only in a towel. I looked away, and Aya soon changed into a large shirt and panties, which was much less revealing then the towel. She sat behind me on the bed, but kept a careful eye on me. I faced her, then sat down Indian style on the bed.

"About a year after I got there, a Samantha Locklier joined the staff, and after about two weeks, she started to try and get me a few liberties. She pulled that off quite well, what with the free time to roam in the environment zone and chill out. She even got the food to taste better. Well… After a few months of that, Pereira decided that the results of this experiment weren't coming out the way he wanted. He tried to have me killed, and used Samantha to do it. I barely managed to escape, what with the tranquilizer darts and all."

"Where did you go?"

"I was too busy to steal a car or something, so I ran out into the desert. I don't know when, but I soon fainted due to the heat, and somebody found me in the desert. They took me to some place called Dryfield, and from there, an old man gave me an old beat up car and sent me on my way."

"Wait, Dryfield?"

"Yeah, that's what that place was called."

"Then the old man you were talking about must have been Mr. Douglas."

"I don't remember his name. But then again, you went to Dryfield a few months after I left there."

"Yes, I did."

"Well, after I left Dryfield, I made my way to L.A., and I managed to find the FBI building, where I tried to file a report about the experiments. I ended up get hired there, but they wouldn't let me in until I had the whole training bit. Thus, you didn't see me until after you were re-hired by the feds."

"That was after Hal got fired."

"Oh, you mean that bastard Baldwin?" I don't see how he even managed to get up that high. I'd figure the military would have caught on to what he was doing before you were sent to Dryfield."

"Well, he leaked all that information, so it's a good thing that Rupert replaced him. He does a much better job Baldwin ever did."

"I hear ya."

There was a long pause between us. I was kinda telling my life story to her, so I was sure Aya was still processing some of the things I said.

"So… all this trouble is because of me."

"What? No, no. It's not your fault at all."

"But it's my blood they put into you."

"So. I'm alive right?"

"But you're not like you were. You're…"

"Different? I think you're forgetting that Eve was created using your blood too."

"I know, which is even worse…"

"Look, there's no need to beat yourself up about this. The human race owes you big time for the Big Apple, as well as everything you do while you're with the FBI. As far as I see it, there are just a few people that are trying to make some cash off of you."

"But-"

"No buts. It's not your fault."

Aya looked down to the bed, as if trying to forget. She shook her head, and then smiled. She didn't say it, but it was clear what she was trying to say.

"Ok. Now that all that has been sorted out, I'm going to take a shower."

I stood up from the bed, and then headed into the bathroom. I took my shirt off on the way, and then shut the door behind me.


Well, it was short. No action, no agnst, nothing but story filler. This is definitely not one of my favorite chapters, but it is good pratice. Also, one most of the chatter gets going, I just ditched the looking and emotion description. I'm sure most people can figure it out. I mean, they are human.

DISCLAIMER (thing): SQUARE... DON'T SUE ME, I DIDNT GET A BOOTLEG OF EITHER GAME.