Chapter Fifteen:
Epilogue
Cole MacGrath swung his AMP and hit a Militia machine-gunner for the last time. He panted and slid the AMP back into the holster on his backpack.
"We made it," Cole gasped as he took a breather. "Where do they get all these guys?"
Lucy Kuo came up beside him and sat down. "I don't know," she replied. "But at least we got them all."
Cole nodded. "Yeah, but…"
"But they had no supplies with them. They were a diversion."
Cole nodded again. "Then that means that they're headed for the cathedral!"
"I'm going ahead," Lucy said. "You catch your breath and hurry. We have to help Joan!"
Lucy left before Cole could argue. As soon as he'd gotten his breathing back to normal, he used his Lightning Tether to quickly catch up with Lucy.
"Knowing her, she probably wouldn't have called us, even if she was in over her head!" Lucy said as she started running beside Cole.
"Yeah. But she'd still let us know if an army of Militia came there," Cole replied. "Something's not right.
Lucy nodded. "I'm getting a bad feeling. We should hurry!"
Cole agreed readily and ran flat-out, using his Lightning Tether when needed and using the ice powers he'd gotten from Kuo to jump when it was too far for his Lightning Tether.
When the two finally reached the cathedral, they kicked the doors open, only to find a single candle lit on the altar, and a figure standing before it.
"Joan!" Cole exclaimed. "We got worried when we found out that we only fought a diversion. How're things here?"
"Fine," she replied curtly.
One of Lucy's eyebrows shot up. "Um… Joan? Are you okay? Your voice seems a little… off." She chuckled. "Did all that shouting finally come back for revenge?"
"I'm fine," she said again. "But you're wrong about one thing…"
She turned to them, all of the candles in the cathedral suddenly lighting up. There on the altar laid Joan, eyes closed and arms lying at her sides. But she was breathing. The person who stood before them, however, looked exactly like Joan, but she had midnight-black hair, eyes that were even darker, and the colour scheme for her outfit was the complete opposite of Joan's.
"I'm not Joan," she told them, smirking. She lit her arms on fire, but the colour was black, not silver. "I'm Kayce. And I'm here to destroy you, Cole. In the name of my father, Kessler."
To Be Continued…