"GOD! HELP ME!!"

Selene was the first to react. "Happy!" she shouted, sprinting off in the direction Happy had.

She only ran a few feet, however, when a trapdoor opened under her, swallowing her. It immediately closed above her, separating her from Michael.

"No!" Michael shouted at the floor, as if he expected that to be his "open sesame!" Nothing happened.

Deciding his next action quickly, he ran in the direction Happy had just done moments before. It was to his utter horror as he turned a corner when Michael found Happy. In just a matter of minutes, he had been torn apart so violently that Michael wasn't completely sure it was him. His arms were hideously missing, his throat torn ajar, causing blood to spew out freely. His face was contorted in a look of pain, and his body was oddly twisted in a position that made the whole scene even more grotesque. Michael gaped at the body, forgetting about Selene for a brief moment. In his whole – what, three days? – immortal existence, Michael had never felt more horrified about someone's fate other than his or Selene's. Happy was the first immortal he really felt he trusted, though he'd only known Happy for a few short hours. Regardless, Michael felt like he could actually trust Happy without the distraction of ulterior motives, as he had with almost every other immortal he'd met (save Selene).

This mental lapse only occurred for a few tiny moments, and then Michael snapped back into reality. FIND Selene! His mind screamed at him. Now!

He left Happy's body behind, trying not to glance back. Michael did it anyway; a tear traveled down his cheek as he finally left.

Selene landed on the ground below with a thud. She groaned as she got up; she'd done a lot of falling lately, and none were exactly "graceful". She tried to figure out her surroundings, but it was bit hard due to the lack of light. In fact, there was NO LIGHT. Any source of light would've been where she'd fallen through, and that source was no cut of. Perfect. I thought sarcastically. She looked up, half-expecting for the damn trapdoor to open, but it didn't.

Disappointed, Selene reached out in front of her. She hit something solid – it was wet, clammy, and it felt rough. A wall? she guessed.

Suddenly, bright lights flashed on, like the ones in a football stadium. Selene had to squint before her eyes adjusted to the light. The first thing she was saw was Marcus.

"Hello, Selene. I love how the Lycans had this UNDERGROUND ARENA."

"What?"

"The Lycans, it would appear, built this for entertainment. Happy's memories tell me that when Lucian wasn't around, Lycans would spar in this arena. When one would die in battle, they'd tell Lucian one of you Death Dealers did it."

Marcus stepped within an uncomfortable distance of Selene. She stared into his eyes coldly.

He smiled an evil grin. "I guess it'd only be right if we honored what this arena was made for. Let's show it a battle like one it has never seen before. Only one of us gets out."

"Unless, of course, you happen to Resurrect YOURSELF."

"Of course." Marcus said, as-a-matter-of-factly.

Quicker than a flash, Marcus grabbed her by her arm and swung her into the center of the arena.

Michael was not having the best luck finding Selene. At all. Okay, I've seen that wall before… It seemed like he was going around in circles. Even my circles are going around in circles…

It was then he heard a roar. Although he'd only been at this whole immortal-slaying thing for a few days, he was sure he recognized that distinct roar. A Lycan! He began to transform. It was then he realized that the roar was an altered roar. But he had heard it before… so what was it? Now that Michael was fully transformed, some huge figure tackled him into the wall. It was then that he realized who it was. It was a Lycan, but not just any Lycan; it was William!

Hissing, Michael slammed William's skull into the ground.

"You should know something, Selene." Marcus said as he body-slammed Selene onto the ground. "Resurrecting seems to run in my family." He kicked her smack in the ribs. He smiled as she groaned in pain. "Guess who else was resurrected, Selene." When she did not answer, he grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground and held her against the wall. "GUESS!" he screamed in her face.

She coughed. His voice suddenly became gentler; earnest. "Just guess, Selene. That isn't that hard, is it?" After a few seconds, she spit in his face.

He blinked and stared at her for a long, awkward, silent moment. "How… disrespectful." He dropped her to the ground. She tried to trip him, but he easily dodged it and stepped on her hand, digging his talons on his toes into her flesh. She cried out in pain as the blood oozed from her hand. Acting as if nothing was happening out of the ordinary, Marcus continued speaking. "William. William resurrected himself, too." He stepped off Selene's hand.

Gasping in pain, Selene found her voice. "William? But his—"

"Head was chopped off. Believe me, I am quite aware of that. But my whole body was chopped up into little pieces, was it not? So it makes sense that he, with the Corvinus strain running through his veins, could come back from that, too."

Taking advantage of the fact that Marcus had dropped his guard, Selene punched with all of her might through his leg. He screeched in pain, throwing a curse in her face.

She cruelly twisted her fist and kept pushing her fist through his leg. His screeches became unbearable shrieks, as Selene finally withdrew her arms from Marcus's leg.

His eyes flashing with unspeakable rage, he struck at her with his talons, missing her each time by a quarter of an inch. With one lucky strike, however, he finally struck her right in her chest, barely missing her heart.

Panting, Marcus said, "Never, ever catch me off guard." Selene was gasping in pain as Marcus took his other talon and shoved it into her chest, too. This one, however, got her in the heart.

The last words Selene heard was, "When you do, you get me very angry. And you don't like me when I'm angry." And then blackness came.

Michael was digging his claws into William's back, with William roaring louder than Michael could tolerate. Spontaneously, a pain shot through Michael. But it wasn't one spot that he could pinpoint that hurt; it was everywhere. It was his heart, his brain, and very fiber of his being that responded with pain, at the same time. And it all told him one thing, loud and clear:

MARCUS HAD FINALLY GOTTEN SELENE.

Okay, so yeah, there's another chapter after this. I guess everything didn't go according to plan. I didn't mean for anything to happen with Selene, it just kind of happened. But going with my impulses always seem to work out in the end. So bear with me here…

IS MICHAEL ALONE? CAN HE HANDLE MARCUS AND WILLIAM?
Find out next time (::evil laughter::)
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