wow... 4419 words... Thats alot for me. I put all this stuff in 9 pages (just barely) on WORD. That's an acomplishment... I think.

On a side note, you can find out about the WEB SITe if you look on Wikipedia's kick ass, you can find out about anything, its soo cool.

Well. This chapter goes out to anyone who reads it. ENJOY it... Yawn.


"We're back," I said.

"Oh, thank god!" said Aya, moving to the two of us. I lowered Emilia to the ground, and she and Aya embraced each other in a heartwarming hug.

"Are you two alright," said Fisher.

"Well, I'm a little exhausted from the climb, but I'm okay." I said. Afterward, I quietly shut the door behind me, leaving the stairs to fade from my memory.

"I'm okay," said Emilia as she left Aya's embrace. "Daddy saved me."

"Aww, i-it was nothing," I said, feeling a little modest.

"Don't act like that, John." Said Anne. "You were really heroic."

I couldn't help but blush a little. Sure I've done some pretty crazy things and have acted cool, but no one has ever called me heroic. I kinda liked the thought of that.

"It's great to know that everyone is okay," said Maeda. "Come on, Dr. Pereira's office is just down the hall."

After hearing this, Fisher began to make his way down the hall, followed by Samantha and Anne. Emilia immediately began to go after the others, and Maeda followed Emilia carefully. Aya and I were left to the rear, which opened up a conversation between us.

"You sure are found of Emilia," I said, commenting on her sudden worry.

"I can't help that. She's my child, even if I never gave birth to her."

"Hmm."

I was a little intrigued by her words. Usually mothers become incredibly loving of their child during and after pregnancy. This was probably because it's raising a child, their child. And even though Aya had even been pregnant, or even really given birth, she suddenly became protective of Emilia. Perhaps it was just me, but I could feel a strong bond between her and Emilia.

"Besides," started Aya, "since when did you care so much? I thought you weren't ready to be a father?"

"Yeah, well, I can't hate her for being born like that. And besides… She kinda grew on me."

"That quickly!" said Aya, starting to head in the direction of the others. "You haven't even known her two hours."

"So what. I can be a kind hearted romantic gentlemen sometimes."

"Oh really? Maybe you should show me sometime."

"Diner?"

"After we get back to Los Angeles."

Our conversation fell silent after that, though Aya's next move caught me slightly off guard. As we walked she got just a bit closer, and then took a gentle on my hand with her own. Feeling her soft skin against mine, I couldn't help but give a little squeeze on her hand.

'I think I might be falling for her… still.'

"Hey, hurry up you two," said Fisher from up ahead.

"Aww, look at the love birds," said Anne cheerfully. Everyone who wasn't looking immediately turned around, staring us dead in the face. Aya, overcome with embarrassment, retracted her hand and kept it at her side as she walked ahead.

"We are not!" she said in her defense.

Everyone chuckled, including Emilia. After their little laugh, they turned around and followed Maeda, who had taken the early lead and was directing the tour group. Aya and I had managed to catch up to the group, yet Aya was blushing heavily once more, due to our new found publicity as a celebrity couple.

'Now or never, right?' I asked myself.

Taking my chances, I gently grasped Aya's hand. At the slightest touch, Aya, jerked her head in my direction, blushing even more then before, which I thought wasn't possible. I smiled at her, and she eventually toned down the shyness and opened up a little. Releasing the fist she had made with her hand, I took a gently grasp and walked gleefully next to Aya. After a little while, Aya came back to my side, and we walked like a couple.

This togetherness between us certainly uplifted my spirits. It's not everyday that my hearts feels so… fluttery. The feeling was very relaxing and peaceful, which was a welcome change from the usual adrenaline rush caused my danger.

'I wouldn't mind being like this for a while,' I thought.

The long hallway winded down to a halt. Now at the end of the line, Maeda pressed a button on the wall and called yet another elevator. There was enough room for all of us, so we all stepped inside and got ready for Dr. Pereira. Seeing as Aya and I were the last two to enter the elevator, I pressed the button to head down, closing the doors and lowering the elevator. Once inside, I released Aya's hand and went to work preparing for this little battle, if there was to be one.

"John?" said Aya, surprised by the removal of my hand. She looked at me with pleading eyes, but I simply smiled back at her. She must have realized what was going on just then, as she shook her head, then nodded and prepared her weapons as well.

I noticed Samantha from behind me tapping on Aya's shoulder. Aya looked at her, and then Sam said, "Lucky you." Aya blushed at her comment, but then went back to work reloading her weapons. Fisher and Samantha also went to work on their weapons as well, though they didn't produce as much noise as we did, seeing as we had the majority of the tools here.

Eventually, I finished reloading the F2000, my shotgun, and my revolver, so I was left with a little free time. Emilia touched my arm, and I looked over at her to see what she needed.

"Yes, Emilia?" I asked.

What's going to happen, Daddy?"

"I'm not sure yet, Emilia," I said. "Listen, honey. I want you to stay with Uncle Maeda, okay?"

"But I wanna be with you."

"I know, Emilia. But you'll be much safer with Uncle Maeda. So promise me you'll stay with Uncle Maeda, alright?"

"Okay…"

"That's a good girl."

Afterwards, the elevator fell silent, leaving only one thing in all of our minds. We awaited the opening of the elevator doors, which would then be followed by our questioning of Dr. Pereira.

This ever so desired moment soon came, as the door slid open, revealing Dr. Pereira office. His office was certainly far different from the rest of the facility. The walls had a homely feel to them, what with the beige wallpaper and impressive interior decorating. Low cost quality paintings littered the walls, along with a series of plants that needed water to survive. A waist high table greeted us immediately, with a simple vase on top.

"Who's there?" said a familiar voice.

"It's me, doctor," said Maeda. "And I've brought a few quests."

"Guests?" said Dr. Pereira, just as he entered the room from what looked to be his bedroom. He was dressed in a blue button up shirt and khaki pants, which were fairly simple, yet seemingly comfortable. Despite appearance, I still had an ominous feeling from him, so I decided to keep my shotgun at the ready, just in case.

"So this is what you meant by guests. Well, I suppose that I should entertain."

Though Fisher and Aya had their weapons pointed at him, Dr. Pereira moved to a nearby liquor cabinet and opened it up, revealing several glasses and a number of liquors, rums, brandies, the works. He reached for some brandy, then opened it and poured it into a single glass.

"Brandy anyone?"

"Sorry, I don't drink," I said.

"No thanks," said Fisher calmly.

Fisher and I were the only ones to reply, as Aya and the others preferred to just ignore is query.

"Would you like some coke, Emilia?"

"Yes, please," she said. She was polite to say the least, but she had no knowledge of what was going on. She started to head forward, but Maeda got a hold of her arm, and when she couldn't move, she stopped trying to go ahead.

"No, Emilia."

"What's the matter? It's just a drink."

"You know why we're here, Nathan," said Sam, her pistol in hand.

"I know exactly why you're here," he said. "I presume this has something to do with Deltacom, correct?"

"That is one item of interest we need to clear out," I said, keeping my anger in check.

"Deltacom is an inexistent company, and nothing more. I made a very in depth website and used it to acquire some of my employees, nothing more."

"That's it? There's just no Deltacom?" I said.

"Precisely."

"What about the research being conducted here?" Aya asked.

"Simple. It's all in the name of science," He replied.

"Horsecrap! No dignified scientist in his right mind would do this kind of experimentation," said Fisher.

"True, but they also wouldn't get the same kind of results that I have gotten."

"Then what do you plan on doing with all the NMC's here in the facility?" asked Samantha.

"Simple. I plan to sell them to the highest bidder, and then sell the plans to anyone who wishes to have an unstoppable army of mutant creatures."

"So you want money," I said angrily.

"As they say, money makes the world go 'round," he replied cheerfully. He then took a swig of brandy, which he had yet to due, though he had poured it some time ago.

"And what about me!" I said.

"You were a unique experiment, to say the least. I learned of several people who had the potential to use the mitochondrial powers, like Ms. Brea here. You were one of them. And to acquire such a talented youth, I orchestrated your failure in college and the death of your family, as well as the failures of a dozen other subjects. Unfortunately, the other subjects died within weeks of their first experiments. You on the other hand lasted years."

"And why is that!" I asked.

"Simple. You have spirit. You have natural strength and a higher tolerance to pain. This increases your survival in the real world exponentially, making you the perfect subject of self preservation and natural selection. However, you're potential eventually turned into failure, as the successes we got from you began to dwindle."

"And what were you trying to do with me? Why did you even experiment on me and the others!"

"There are two answers to that. First, I was curious. I wanted to know how you were able to wield such incredible power, and how the mitochondria interacted with your blood cells. The second reason was that I was trying to create the ultimate soldier, capable of wreaking havoc across the world while being controlled by a single person. Me."

"You sick bastard!"

"John!" said Aya, trying to remind me of Emilia presence.

"And what about Emilia?" asked Anne.

"Dr. Frank? Pardon, I did not see you there," he said, changing the topic.

"Answer the question," I said forcefully.

"Yes, well, Emilia was an attempt to create an ultimate being, much like the Neo-Ark program out in Nevada. However, instead of simply cloning the genetic code of Ms. Brea, I decided to create a new being using both Ms. Brea and Mr. Bale's DNA. Though you, Mr. Bale, had proven to be a failed experiment, your genetic code was compatible enough to provide the sufficient chromosomes, while ensuring the survival of the offspring. Like Eve in the Manhattan Blockade, I was ensuring that the fathers Mitochondria did not rebel against the mothers, and seeing as both you and Aya had compatible Mitochondria, it was only common sense to use the both of you."

"And what did you intend to do with Emilia?" said Aya, who was aiming at Dr. Pereira with her SOCOM pistol.

"I also wanted to create a destructive being capable of being controlled. This experiment was also a failure. I can only account this to Mr. Bales DNA playing a part in Emilia mental stability and will power. She prevented me from using her as a tool, and soon enough she matured to the age she is now. Seeing no need for her, I wanted to dispose of her and begin anew, however Dr. Maeda persuaded me otherwise, saying that studying her while she ages may provide useful information for the future. I bought into this, and seemingly enough, he began providing agent Fisher with the data he needed for his superiors."

"How did you know I was an agent?" said Fisher angrily.

"You haven't exactly been hiding that fact for the last few hours, now have you?"

"What about the NMC's that have been released into the open recently?" I said.

"Those were all accidents. My staff was too incompetent to keep the specimens in check, and the security was far too weak to handle them. I simply wanted them caught and examined, but they all ended up getting themselves killed."

Silence fell between us and him. Dr. Pereira took another swig of his brandy while waiting for us to come up with another question. I had nothing else to ask him, I just wanted to kill him, but I figured that maybe Samantha or Fisher had a question that they were itching to ask.

The silence continued, and with another swig of brandy, Dr. Pereira decided to head farther into the room. He stopped just after taking a few steps and began to look at the ceiling. Taking a look at where he was looking, I noticed a glass frame that showed the sky above. I was certain that we were several hundred feet underneath the ground, so I was fairly surprised to see the blue sky.

"What is that?" I said.

"That would be the sky."

"What!" said Fisher, seemingly stunned by the remark.

"I'm sure you noticed that the elevator seemed to have been moving to the side rather then down or up."

Thinking back to the elevator, I was sure it had been moving downward. I even pressed the button to move down, so I was confused as to how it was able to move to the side.

"I had this building built several hundred feet away from the main facility, this way if the government was to nuke to sight, my area would be kept intact. The elevator provides me access to the main laboratory, as well as a garage just under the ground."

Dr. Pereira then turned around and faced me. He pulled some keys out of his pocket, and then tossed them to me. I caught the keys, and was fairly surprised to find that they were mine.

"I took your keys, cell phone, glasses, and wallet from you when you were captured. I also took them from Ms. Brea."

"Where are they?" I asked.

"They are all in the center console in your Suburban. It's parked in my garage upstairs. I must say, you have good taste in vehicles. It's good for utilities, and the ride is very comfortable."

Dr. Pereira took another swig of his brandy, and short afterwards, the unexpected happened. The glass from the giant ceiling above collapsed, falling just behind him. Aya and I recognized what had happened immediately, and I quickly turned and began to yell to the others.

"Get out now!"

"What's going on!" asked Fisher.

"It's Eve!" Aya said.

"What!" said Fisher, confused.

"We can explain later," I said. "Just get out now! And make sure Emilia goes with you!"

Maeda nodded, and quickly hurried everyone to the elevator. In the mean time, I looked back to find Dr. Pereira bickering at Eve, complaining about his broken window.

"Be quiet, you stupid human," said Eve.

Eve was fairly different then I had expected, but she was Eve none the less. The immense power I felt from her could tell me no different, though I was confused as to how she survived the blockade.

Eve was human size, and had an extremely feminine body. She looked incredibly like Aya, with like colored hair and skin, as well as the size of her extremities. However, her skin seemed to be covered by some sort of aqua gelatin, which seemed to protect her body and also gave her the appearance of being in the nude. Two long, angel-like wings protruded from her back, enabling her to power of flight.

"But you are wreaking my home!" said Pereira, arguing with Eve. "I demand you leave immediately!"

Eve, who was clearly fed up with Pereira, landed next to him, and then walked up to him. Pereira seemed almost fearless, but he was far more ignorant then brave. Once close enough to him, Eve used her hand like a knife and stabbed him in the stomach. She then retracted her arm, leaving an arm sized hole in Pereira. He fell over, apparently dead.

"AAAHHHHH!"

Emilia was screaming at the top of her lungs, mortified by the death of Pereira. I quickly assumed she hadn't seen death or blood, and was completely shocked.

"GET HER OUT OF HERE!" I yelled.

The door to the elevator just opened, and Maeda got everyone inside, except for Emilia. Yet before he could come back and get her, I sensed Eve's power rush past me and force the door to the elevator shut, trapping the others inside.

"You bitch!" Aya said.

"They are not dead," Eve said. "I have no need to kill weak humans."

I could hear the voices of everyone in the elevator, and a moment later, the buzz of electronics and moving parts came to my ear. The elevator was moving upward, most likely to the garage where my car is. By this time, Emilia had stopped screaming and was now against the wall, crying her eyes out.

"Come here, young one," said Eve. She extended her arm toward Emilia, and with a reach of her power she drew her from the wall. Emilia floated to her, and stopped a mere foot from her arm.

"Let her go!" I said, just before moving to the side to get a good shot at Eve. Once my view was clear of Emilia, I aimed at Eve with my F2000 and fired the entire clip.

"That is too weak to harm me, John," said Eve. Looking away from the sight, I saw all of the shots floating just in front of Eve.

A wave of her arm made the bullets head towards us, and I quickly dove toward Aya and brought her to the ground before she was impaled with numerous bullets. Once readjusted to our position, we stood up, and Aya began to speak.

"How are you alive! I killed you back in Manhattan!"

"That is incorrect," Eve said. "I am Eve, however I am not the same Eve you defeated, Aya."

"What!" Aya said.

"Before you killed my sister, I created a clone of myself, in case you were able to defeat my sister. This body incubated itself for just a few days, and once at full strength, I made my way into the place you call the Nevada Desert. From there, I went into hibernation to preserver my strength, and decided to awake now only because all three of you were together."

"What do you want with us?" I asked.

"I want to assimilate you all into my being."

"What! That's crazy!" said Aya.

"No. In assimilating the three of you, I will absorb all of your mitochondria, and thus gain all of your strengths. I will then be able to gain true immortality thanks to the increased power of your mitochondria, and will then be able to awaken all of the mitochondria in the world to join together and overtake your puny little world."

"You're fucking crazy!" I said. By this time, both me and Aya were standing upright again, and seeing as bullets would matter in this fight, I dropped all of my guns, and so did Aya.

"Perhaps in your eyes. How, I plan to become immortal, and I will start with this young child."

Emilia was silent, which was probably because she was confused and terrified. Eve began to move slightly closer to her, and refusing to accept assimilation for any of us, I charged at Eve to stop her. Aiming for a cold hard punch, I was blocked by Eve's telekinetic power. I was then tossed to the wall, though my distraction allowed Aya to get Emilia away from Eve.

I hit the wall like a ton of brick, and my back ached of baseball bats. Yet I rose to my feet and charged again. Eve was distracted at the time, as she was attempting to attack Aya. With her concentration elsewhere, I got a hold of Eve, and with a good grip on her face, I slammed her into the ground.

Eve somehow got a hold of my shoulder, and with abnormal strength, slammed me into the ground. My head ached and throbbed, though more pain soon followed. After the slam, Eve angrily threw me to the elevator. I spun madly in the air, and with the collision of the wall, I left an indentation in the sheetrock. My back throbbed as I hit the floor, and my weakened body could only take so much more pain. Yet I managed to stand, as I wasn't going to give up yet.

Looking up at Eve, I could see her Slamming Aya into the walls like a rag doll, just like me. Aya was taking quite a beating, and my angry only grew. I charged once again, this time using a drop kick to disable her. I planted her head into the ground, and then went to beat down on her face with a series of punches.

My upper hand in the matter soon crumbled, as Eve yet again threw me clear across the room. Breaking some more sheetrock through my impact, I was left fairly beaten, and my back was really starting to kill me. Yet I forced myself to stand up again. My knees gave a little, but I wouldn't stop, not yet.

Neither would Eve. She quickly came up to me and began to choke me with her left hand. She lifted me a few feet into the air, and with her tight grip, I started to lose some air. I tried to pry myself free, but I soon learned Eve's intent. I stabbed me in my side, as she had to Pereira. When her attack was finished, she let me fall, then went back to Aya.

I lied there on the ground, trying to get back up. I was tired and hurt, and my strength was fleeting. I managed a glimpse of Aya, and she was huddling over Emilia, trying to protect her.

Anger boiled in my head, and I forced myself to stand up again. I wouldn't accept defeat, not now, and I would use every last blood cell and mitochondria in my body to keep fighting. I began to walk toward Eve, and my body began to heat up. I could feel my wound healing, the blood burning away. Then, just as my wound finished healing, the aqua goo that covered Eve began to seep out from under my fingers, trailing over my skin. The goo went everywhere, and it added another layer of protection to by beaten body. My sore muscles healed, and I soon felt stronger then I ever have.

Now directly behind Eve, I gripped her shoulder with my new strength, and threw her across the room. I could hear her body slam against the wall, and I quickly dashed at her to ensure another painful attack on her part. She was shocked to see me get up again, let alone to find a fist blasting her in the face at sixty miles an hour.

I continued my onslaught of punches, leaving no part of her torso undamaged. After a good fifty punches, Eve managed to push me away, and while airborne once more, I stopped myself in mid air thanks to a set of wing I did not know of before.

Marveling at my new abilities, I became too distracted and received an incredibly damaging blow. Eve flew by me at an incredible speed, and had used her wings like a sword, slicing a number of gashes across my body. The instant pain knocked me to the ground, and the aqua goo began to leave me. I could see the blood drip from my body, leaving a pool of red on the floor beneath me.

"You are strong, John. But I am stronger."

"How do you know my name?" I said, just before coughing up some blood.

"We are connected by our mitochondria. I can hear what you body says, though your ears are not attuned to such a sound."

I looked over to Aya and Emilia, who were just a few feet from me. Aya was still huddled over Emilia, breathing heavily. She also bled profusely, cuts from Eve's wings all over her body. Emilia stared fearfully at Eve, silent tears running down her cheeks.

'This is bad…' I thought to myself. 'I have to protect Aya and Emilia.'

With the remaining strength in my bones, I crawled to them. My legs wouldn't move, so I used my arms to pull at the floor.

"Oh no you don't," said Eve.

I was pulled off of the ground, only to be thrown once more to the wall. Now on the opposite side of the room, I lied on the floor, my belly to the ground. I was drained of all my strength, which had seeped through my wounds. Looking over to Aya once more, I saw another angering sight. Eve, in her psychotic-ness, stabbed Aya as she had Pereira and I, leaving as bloody scream to echo through the room. Aya cried out in pain, but she continued to huddle over Emilia, trying to protect her until the end.

"That's… It," I said quietly to myself.

Raising up as much anger as I could, I forced myself to stand once more, and with a fury I have never known, I charged at Eve, punched her in the face then kicked her in the abdomen, then hurried to Aya.

"Aya! Aya answer me!"

"John… Protect…"

"You'll be alright, Aya."

Taking another look at Emilia, she was crying even harder with my presence. There was blood on her cheek, thanks to Eve.

"It's going to be okay, Emilia," I said reaching to wipe away the blood.

I touched the blood with my fingers, and suddenly, a… strange sensation came over me. I wasn't sure what had happened, but I saw a brilliant flash of white come over me. The white faded to black, and then to nothing.


The fighting took me like an hour and a half to really get it done. It probably sucks, but I am not rereading that stuff right now. I already did spell check, and I re-read it while I was typing, to ensure that I didnt right I hit the wall, and then I punched her in the face, or something stupid like that. As for the WHITE BLACK NOTHING thing at the end... you'll find out in the next chapter.

Now I will REMIND you yet again. 1st, I can't do a booty scene (as says the official rules of the site). 2nd, REVIEW PLZ I WANT THEM SOMETIME, ya'know!

O YEAH, before I forget, I'd like to thank anyone who's still reading the story up until this point.

No really, thanks. I only really write this stuff cuz it pops up in my head at first, but after a couple of chpater, I put it on the web, and then I have to finish cuz someones reading. Well, I thanks ya'll really cuz you take the time to read, ya'know. As for me... well it depends on the quality, and I mean grammer here. I can't say I have the best, but I try to be a bit better then some of the stuff I tried to read. So.. I kinda have problems reading ff's, cuz sometimes... they just aren't good, or they just aren't what I'm into at the moment.

So if I lost you somewhere in there, I'll shorten it up. Thanks for reading.

Now I'm tired, Later.

ZF.