AN: Hello once again. Hope y'all enjoy this chapter, thanks again for reading. Also Fridays chapter might be kind-of really gory (Or it might not be, I haven't decided yet (Seriously, I must have written at least half a dozen versions of that chapter and I have no idea which one I should use. It's like reverse writers block.))

Anyways, before I digress even more here's the story:

***Waylon***

I froze, Miles bumped into my back."Hey, what gi- Hi Sheriff Stiles." Miles skidded to a stop when he saw the lady.

"Get on the ground" she didn't shout but she was fierce, and I was tempted to do as she said.

"It's all right, nobody's going to do anything crazy here." Miles tried to talk his way out of it.

"I said get down!" she shook the gun in her hand for emphasis.

"Can you put the gun down? It should be pretty clear that bullets don't do much good buy this point."

"Miles, stop being a smart ass." I had to speak up

"Waylon's right Miles" that wasn't the sheriff.

After the voice had a chance to die away a man stepped around the corner.

It was that man. The man who killed my wife. The man that had to know where my kids were. That man.

"Drayer, what are you doing here?" the sheriff did not sound pleased.

"I followed you. I saw you leaving the hospital. I thought you would know where to find our convicts. I was right."

I needed to kill this bastard.

"Sheriff, I don't think this man is FBI."

"Shut up Miles." Both the sheriff and the man spoke at the same time.

"Drayer, this isn't your case and you have no right to be here, radio for backup."

"No."

"No?" the sheriff had a dangerous edge in her voice "No? You need to do what I say, this is an emergency situation."

"I don't think I will."

"Sheriff, he's obviously not real law enforcement" Miles wouldn't shut up.

"Talk all you want, no one's going to believe you" that man had no inflection as he spoke, he looked almost board; I wanted to punch his stupid face in.

"In fact, I think he works for Murkoff." Miles was still talking

What?

Stiles spoke up "You aren't getting anywhere by grasping at straws Miles. And Drayer, we'll talk later."

If this man worked for Murkoff than that would explain everything.

'agent' Drayer didn't listen to what the sheriff said and instead walked past her and towards us.

"You're in my line of fire, move." He didn't.

"You think you're real clever don't you Upshur?" He was close enough for me to reach out and touch.

Miles took a second to respond. "Where are the kids Drayer?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

To hell with silence "yes you do! You bastard! Where are my sons!" I jumped at him. I don't care if it was a stupid idea, he needed to pay.

I heard someone yelling, I think it was sheriff Stiles. There was a weight on me, under me was Drayer. I punched at him. I wasn't a fighter, but the blows had to be doing something. My hand made a solid landing on the bridge of his nose. There was a crunch and warm blood gushed, something popped in my hand as well. Before I got a second good shot in something pulled me up.

"Time to go" it was Miles.

We ran down the hall with him half way dragging me. Seconds before we turned to corner to run for the door a shot rang out. In the small hallway the sound of a single gunshot was deafening. I stayed standing, Miles went down. In the distance I could see Drayer holding a handgun.

Before I had a chance to get myself out of the line of fire Miles was already standing and facing away from me. There was a clear exit wound on his right leg, but it did not bleed. He took a step towards Drayer and the sheriff, both of whom lied crumpled on the ground.

The man took another shot at Miles, this time hitting his arm. Miles lurched to the side from the force of the blow. For a second he stopped, then faster than I thought was plausible he was on Drayer. He scooped the man from the ground and hoisted him into the air, holding him under the arms with all the ease of someone picking up a kitten.

Miles may have been bigger than me but there was no way he was that strong. He slammed Drayer into the wall. A sickly crunch rang out as his head made contact with the concrete. I didn't feel sorry for him.

"Put him down Upshur!" the sheriff was still trying to be a cop about this.

"We need to get out of here!" that was me yelling at her. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I ran towards the three of them.

"Let go of me" it was a command that I ignored.

Grabbing her I pulled away from Miles, who was having a great time treating Drayer like a rag doll. She slid over the tiled floor easily enough, I was back to where I had been before when she ripped free from my hands and stood on her own. She took a running step back to them but I grabbed her hand before she got far.

"You don't want to go there trust me." I hoped she heard the panicked edge to my voice.

Before she had the chance to let loose a harsh reply there was a snapping noise, like a twig breaking in a thunderstorm. Looking up I saw that Drayer's left arm bent in three places instead of just the one. The man slumped to the ground, looking like nothing more than a bloody pulp. His face was encrusted with red, the posh suit he wore came apart at the seams, limbs twisted like tree roots but he was still breathing, still muttering something below my level of hearing.

"Hey!" the sheriff spoke up.

What was she doing! Was she trying to get herself killed?

Miles looked up. I had my suspicions, but seeing his face made it clear that he wasn't the one in control right now.

"Run!" panic. My voice was sheer panic. I pulled at the sheriffs hand, somehow pulling her off balance. It must have been the adrenalin, but I made it out the door and kept running after.

"Stop." That was her absolute tone, but panic and instinct won out. I kept running, clutching her arm in my hand.

Only after we made it past the wood line and behind a gathering of bushes did I stop. I could hear my breathing and I was sure everyone in a mile radius could hear my heart beating. The sheriff made like a cop and pulled out a pair of cuffs.

"Hey, I-"

She cuffed my right hand to a low hanging tree branch.

"Stay here, no funny business."

"Wait! If you go in there you will die." It was a fact. With the Walrider set free in there anyone became fair game, Murkoff or not.

"You're in no position to be making threats"

"I'm not, I swear. Just- I can't explain it, look over this tape." I had grabbed one of the cameras on the way out.

She was about to object and turn away when a buzzing screech erupted from the station.

"What in the hell…?"

I took her moment of confusion as an opening "I can tell you what that was, but I'll sound insane, the proof is on the camera." I hoped she bought it, I didn't want to spend the night handcuffed to a tree.

"I don't listen to stories."

Another howl pierced the air.

"But this one's true"

She hesitated, maybe fighting the urge to run into the building or to run away from it, until finally she said:

"You get one chance, make it count."

I did. I told her everything about the company, how I had worked for them, what they'd been doing. I showed her footage from the camera, which was Miles's. The first piece of damning evidence was about five minutes into the video, with some sort of private security impaled in a library. He had filmed all the documents he found too, which backed up my story.

"…I'll be damned," the sheriff took a breath "but this still doesn't mean that you two were framed, Miles did just attack an FBI agent."

"That's not all" I was getting to the really crazy part of the story, "there was also something that came out of the experiments, something that Murkoff would kill to keep secret, and it also kind of explains Miles's behavior"

"Right." She had that flat commanding tone again "I can believe that there would be a cover up for something like that. But I'm not buying the idea that there's some sort of crazy ghost experiments that actually worked."

If only I'd had my camera I could show her the end footage, but Miles had to have something on his camera too, right? I mean the Walrider couldn't have just popped up and jumped into him with no build up.

"But it did," I set about fast forwarding through the video until something damning appeared.

"I'm starting to think that that place cracked you two wide open."

I didn't reply, I had gone through most of the tape and found only short sightings and glimpses. There were maybe twenty minutes of video left when something happened.

Miles was down in the lab, about to walk through a pair of doors and into the outside, when they shut and the Walrider appeared to chase him back down the hall. He ran, hurtled pallets of barrels, burst through some doors, got jumped by a large man, and was flung against a wall. That's when the proof I was looking for happened.

"Sheriff, take a look at this" I tiled the cracked screen towards her.

She begrudgingly gazed down at the screen.

The large man came towards Miles, muttering that there was "no escape now". When all seemed lost a low screech bubbled up, the man was flung to the side and into a wall, letting out a scream like a dying pig as he did. The inferred switched on, revealing the shadowed body of the Walrider clinging to the man. They grappled, the night vision flicked on and off, Miles's heavy breathing eclipsed most of the sound. Finally, in full view of the camera, the man was hoisted off the ground, bent back like a bowstring, ready to snap. The Walrider crushed his body into a vent, his flesh ground into a past as it went flying into a fan. The night vision went off, I flipped the camera shut. I had shown her my proof.

"The experiment worked." I told her.

She narrowed her eyes, as if taking it all in.

"You saw the lobby of the place, read a couple of the files, you don't think that they would think twice about silencing the two people who had proof?"

There were wheels turning, I could see it.

"They're not good people, they're barely people at all. Framing me and Miles is just a clean way of shutting us up, I'm sure they'd be just as happy with us dead."

"Wait a second." She held up a hand "How does that explain Miles's behavior."

"What"

"You said that proving that the experiment worked would explain why Miles attacked an FBI agent." I gasped for something to say "Actually, I think it would be near implausible for him to have done that, especially after getting shot. Twice."

Uh-oh.

"Um… ok, this is going to be hard to swallow."

"Then you'd better spit it out."

"Would you believe possession?"

She glared at me and then at the station. "You're saying that the experiment from that video, is possessing Miles."

"Partially, I think. Ok, I'm pretty sure. Yes it is. But he's fine most of the time."

She was taking a long time to think this through, "this looks like it's a little bit outside my jurisdiction... But that doesn't change the fact that people are dead" she eyed me dangerously.

Bolts of searing emotion hit me, loss and regret for Lisa, fear and anger for my boys "I know people have died, but more will if we let Murkoff continue on."

"I can't let you go hurting innocent people."

"We won't, none of Murkoff is innocent."

See sighed "maybe. But I'm going to have to stop you"

I didn't like the sound of that "you can try."

It was strange. In that moment it was clear that I had made an enemy, but she understood what I was doing, she knew why. I supposed I knew why she decided we had to be stopped. She was a cop, through and through, and she might even agree with the ends but not the means. It looked like I'd have to find my boys and take down Murkoff without the help of the law.

Oh well.

It was only in the quiet that either of us realized that the screeching and buzzing from the station stopped. I looked to the door we had run out of, sheriff Stiles followed my gaze. There stood Miles. Miles with blood splattered over his hospital gown, Miles with a bullet hole in his arm and a second in his leg.

"Hey guys!" it was him yelling "I can see you, come out. The coast is clear!"

It looked like he was back in command.

"I'm sort of stuck!" I yelled back. The sheriff took a wild look at me, stood up, gun in hand, and yelled at the top of her lungs:

"Freeze!"

Oh god, not this again.

"Woah, slow down there cow girl" Miles had taken a few steps closer.

"Uh, Miles. This really isn't the time for witty banter"

"I can see that." He replied to me

"Down on the ground!" the sheriff stood stock still.

Miles gave a sigh "I've said it once and I'll say it again: it seems pretty obvious by this point that guns aren't doing any good, can you put that thing away?"

She didn't move a muscle to reply.

"Hey Miles, I kind of told her everything. Showed her some video too."

"I take it she doesn't want to help?"

"No, not really"

"Well this is awkward."

"I said get on the ground!"

"Ok sheriff. Let's think this through. I've been shot a couple dozen times, a few times more isn't going to do much." He didn't take a step despite what he was saying.

The sheriff noticed that too "If that's true, then why are you hesitating so much?"

"Because getting shot hurts." He told her matter of factly "That, and I have nanobot monster in my ear that really wants to kill something. I'd rather not do that."

Sirens were starting to wail in the distance, more officers were on the way.

"Hear that sheriff? That's more men who don't know what their walking into."

I was afraid to breath at this point, worried that I might cause the tension to snap and kill someone.

"Let's say they go inside, run out the back here, see this little standoff. With more people around here, yelling at me, causing a ruckus, I'm not sure I'll be able to ignore the voice in my head,"

The cars were getting closer, I could hear them.

"Your call sheriff, we can all walk away, or this can get messy."

Oh god, I couldn't watch.

But I had to.

The sheriff didn't falter. She didn't so much as blink, there was no telling what was going on in that head of hers. After an instant eternity she straitened up, stared, and pointed the gun down.

"These men have families, there doesn't need to be any senseless death here."

"Thank you" Miles took a step towards me "Let's go Waylon"

"I'm chained to a tree" the words came out a bit more shaky than I intended.

"Oh, um... give me a second." He took a tottering step past the sheriff and towards me. Looking at the cuffs he considered them for a second before simply reaching for the tree branch and snapping it.

The end of the cuff not attached to my hands slid off without a hitch. With the sheriff still watching us, with the sirens now blaring from the front parking lot, with fears of the future and hopes of revenge surging through my head, I followed Miles to the car and drove off into the night.

***Miles***

What the hell were you thinking?

That's sort of harsh, don't you think? It's not like I stopped you from getting me pumped full of lead. Again.

We would have survived.

That's not the point, you can't go on a cop killing spree using my body.

I was asleep again, or at least I think so. There was a good chance I was sort of awake looking, but just zoned out. Either way my conversation with my dear pal and friend the Walrider took up most of my attention.

No one can stop us, we're practically invulnerable.

Enough of that 'we' crap. Besides, you're invincible, I am not. You should know that whoever you're stuck to isn't immortal, I seem to remember killing Billy, who was already on massive amounts of life support.

You're so picky, we would have been fine.

No, I would have gotten my ass handed to me.

You say that, but you were more than glad to face the Murkoff dog.

He shot me, it was self-defense.

Either way I barely had to do anything. It was all your idea.

Says the one who keeps possessing me and playing merry hell with other people spines. Besides I don't need a lesson in morality from a murderous ghost. Actually, I didn't need to be talking to you at all.

Don't be so crass, you know we have more to say.

Leave me alone.

You just don't want to admit that you agree with me.

You're really starting to piss me off.

You want to crush the breath from every Murkoff employee just as badly as I do.

Go away.

Admit it Miles, we're exactly the same.

Shut up.

There was a long pause in the Walrider's talking, for a moment I thought that it had stopped talking, then:

…you didn't deny any of that.

Then it was gone, buried deep in the back of my brain. For a moment I seethed at what the Walrider had said to me. I was a person damn it, not some murder machine. How dare it act like I was anything like it.

And yet.

And yet I did want to burn Murkoff to the ground. I wanted to crush the corporation into dust that would scatter to the far winds. I wanted the heads of everyone involved with Mount Massive on a silver platter. I wanted to break the bastards and leave them wondering in the dark just like I had been.

I took a breath in and tried my best to leave thoughts of revenge away from the rest of my mind. I would look around, ya that would distract me.

I sat shot gun in the 'borrowed' car. Waylon was driving, looking twitchy as usual. I stole a glance downward, only to see that I was in a blood speckled hospital gown. I had to stop waking up covered in blood and sitting in strange places.

"Waylon."

He jumped in surprise, but managed not to jerk the steering wheel like last time.

"Oh, you're up." His words were shaky, but suspiciously lacking in emotion.

He's judging you

Not now.

"Yep, wide awake." I righted myself in my seat "where are we going?"

"Don't know"

"Ok, which way are we going?"

"West."

The short answers grated at my nerves a bit more than they should have. Either way I took the time to think if I knew anyone who owed me a big favor out west.

There was Tim, in Utah, he owed me more than he could ever repay but he had a family, so he was out. Maybe I could hit up Kelso, he owed me for rooting out that smuggling ring. Ok, maybe that wasn't a great idea, I didn't want to get shot again. There was always Chelsey, but that would get real complicated real fast. If I could find them I could ask-

"What happened?" Waylon derailed my train of thought.

"What?"

"You know what I mean, at the station." His voice was worrisomely flat.

"Um, I don't want to talk about it?"

He stayed staring straight ahead "Really?"

"Yes really"

A silence thick enough to suffocate a man settled in the car. We drove maybe five miles before Waylon spoke up.

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"For killing him." Flat voice again.

Caught off guard, I sputtered "…say what?"

"Thank you for killing him."

How does one react to that?

"You're welcome? I think."

Out of all the things that have happened in the last night, this might have been the most disturbing of them, until:

"He killed my wife"

"Oh. Good riddance to the bastard then"

See, even the weakling thought that it was a good idea.

I bit my tongue down, talking back to the swarm was exactly what it wanted.

With little else to do I talked on "first off we need a game plan, we can't be running around with our heads up our asses."

"You're right" he sounded like he was getting some inflection back in his voice "finding Connor and Garret is goal one."

"Ok, fair enough, goal two is destroying Murkoff."

"Agreed"

"Step one, I think, should be information gathering"

"Ok"

"I know from earlier that their corporate offices are in Salt Lake City, Utah, that should be our next stop"

"Sounds good."

For a second there I had been on a roll with all the official revenge planning. With the authoritative tone, I sounded like you average mastermind, then Waylon went on talking.

"Hey Miles?"

"Ya?"

"Shouldn't step one be getting some different cloths?"

We were still in hospital gowns.

"Ok, step one: get some normal clothes"