Author's Note: My utmost apologies for the long wait. It's just that I have another story and some other businesses to take care of. But anyway, the wait is over.

By the way, the USAASF does not exist. It is just my own invention... :)

And there's a surprise at the end of this chapter.

Blargh! Enough chit-chat from me... Here it is! Chapter 2! Enjoy!

Dealing with the USAASF

Scarlet has proven herself deadly and evil after what she did to those considerably helpless humans. Due to the machine's malfunction, it gave Scarlet a DNA overdose and therefore caused several mutations to her genes. She grew in size, her talons were bigger and more sharply hooked, and she had extraordinary strength.

Gabriel's goals were shattered after the machine's malfunction, and he won't be able to do anything about it. Why? Because he fell victim to Scarlet's reign of terror. How will she be stopped? Who will stop her?

Scarlet's POV

Damn it! I was wrong when I thought that I would be entirely free to start my carnage! Right after I busted through the ventilation systems, and after scouting the area a bit, I unfortunately found a lot of other avian creatures going about. And they were not your run-of-the-mill birds. I took a good look at the insignias on their uniforms, and they happened to be of the "United States Anthropomorphic Avian Special Forces". They're operatives who dedicated their lives to serving their country after they recognized their said outstanding abilities. It all started with that eagle known by the name of Alex Eisenhower, the first anthropomorphic being that I have heard of. The humans had observed him for some time, and that's what brought the USAASF to life. If I ever get my talons on that damn eagle, I will surely enjoy hearing his screams of agony as I shred him into pieces.

Eh… I can think about ripping him up later. For now, I've got to get rid of these guys.

I flew from the vent's location and made my way to the top of the building. I was planning to soar above all of them to escape from this damned place, but then I noticed one scanning the area. It was a Green-Winged Macaw who was geared up really well and was armed with a Remington ACR built for his size. He was standing next to what I believed was the building's radar. I quickly made my way to the right side of the roof before he cocked his head partly in my direction.

That was a fucking close one… I thought. If I get caught, I'll have the whole organization chasing my tail-feathers. I took several deep breaths before I thought of making another attempt to go around this guy. All of a sudden, I heard him sniff and say, "What the hell is that stench? It smells like rotting meat!

Damn it! He must've caught the scent of the blood I bathed in. Damn myself, and damn Gabriel! I was both infuriated and worried about being seen, so I eased around the radar housing. Pausing, I peeked around the edge; he was looking straight ahead. I swiftly but silently tiptoed up behind him, preparing to do permanently shut him up before he alerted the others.

Without hesitation, I willed my primaries to harden like steel, turning my wing into an array of deadly blades. I aligned them vertically and shoved them into his back. "Agh-" I quickly draped my left wing over his beak so he wouldn't yell out in pain. Too bad I had to, though. If we were alone, I would have enjoyed tormenting him until he screamed his lungs out.

I brought him quickly behind the radar so no one would see us. That's when I gave myself some brief fun. I removed my wing from his beak and he managed to squeak: "Y-you… Y-you're…"

I gave him an evil grin and dared to reply to his weak and useless being. "That's right. I am the bringer of death, and you are my fifth lucky patron." And with that, I snapped his neck, turning it a full 200 degrees. Thanks to the faulty machinery of those stupid and useless humans, it allowed their "special" DNA strain to merge with my standard makeup and boost my muscular potential. I wonder what other surprises await me, I mused darkly.

I simply let the dead operative's body drop to the roof as I licked his blood off my wing tips. I had killed humans without remorse. Birds were no different. I grew eager to dispose of the rest, and stepped out from my hiding spot.

All of a sudden, something tackled me from behind. The resulting impact caused us to skid across the rough surface of the building. As soon as we stopped sliding, I burst into action. I immediately rolled over and pinned my attacker beneath me. He struggled to rise, and I responded by stomping my foot on his chest – with my talons out, of course. "AAGH!" he yelled, staring up at me with eyes of hatred. His piercing look did not affect me. "You actually decided to strike me? You're the biggest idiot I've seen so far," I said with contempt. I was looking at a pinned Blue-and-Gold Macaw. Too bad he didn't know I was going to murder him. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, you little bitch!" I put more pressure on his chest, bearing down with decent force. I curled my claws inwards, and they sliced deeper into his skin. "AAH! GET OFF YOU WITCH!" He batted me with his wings and tried to squirm away, but I just laughed at how helpless he was.

"I don't think so. All of you worthless beings are going to perish anyway!" Before he could even reply, I leaned over and slit his throat, spraying more delicious life fluids all over me. Man, I loved doing that!

"Mmm… You taste delicious, just like the humans I killed. If only-"

I was cut off when I heard the flutter of wings, and they were coming my way. Shit, it's the rest of the group! They must've heard this guy's screams. I'm fucking screwed if I don't get out of here!

"Hey! There she is! Take her down!" one of the soldiers shouted. They all started spraying their bullets at me. I quickly grabbed the dead soldier's knife and dashed for the surrounding forest. I could probably pick all of them off one-by-one, provided I hid myself fast enough. I decided to leave one alive, so I could toy with him until he died.

A Soldier's POV

After spotting her, I saw her grab my partner's knife and dashed towards the forest. I told the other guys to pursue her while I checked on my partner. I hope to God he's alive.

I ran over to check on him if he was alive, and unfortunately, he wasn't. His neck was split open, and so was his throat. I felt like vomiting at the sight. His eyes were open, unblinking and full of despair. "At least your pain is over, buddy. Rest easy, wherever you are." I pulled his eyelids down and took to the sky. Scarlet's going to pay for the shit she did to him! Vengeance is a totally necessary action in this situation! I yelled mentally.

I was about to turn in the direction Scarlet and my other partners flew to, when I suddenly heard gun shots and shouting. They probably intercepted her. Good, I thought. She's got a price to pay.

After deciding that I would mourn for my partner as soon as Scarlet has been neutralized, I streaked through low branches and between hanging webs of vine. That bitch of a Scarlet Macaw's gonna pay for her crimes, I thought angrily as I remembered my partner's dead body and how she had left him.

As I hustled on, the gunshots faded, and so did the shouts. Silence had cloaked the jungle. Oh no… did she kill them all? Please, let them be alright! I landed in front of a thick bush and cocked my head, listening hard for them. What I heard instead made my heart sink to my feet: the sounds of tearing flesh and unnatural snarling flooded to me. I slowly parted the bush with my wings and poked my head in until I could see what was on the other side. When I was able to get a glimpse of what was happening, I realized there would be no hope for anyone who came across the demon.

I saw my other comrades scattered around the area, all dead and mutilated beyond recognition. Some even had either their wings or their legs severed. And when I turned my head slowly to the right, there was Scarlet. She was kneeling over a severely injured Hyacinth Macaw who was still breathing. I couldn't look away, nor could I summon the courage to save him.

He was doomed. I focused on Scarlet, who stared at my partner with a somehow sweet grin. She gently cocked his head to the side and caressed his neck with her blood-stained wing. I didn't know if I was supposed to be disgusted or confused by what I was witnessing. Why is that mutated murderer comforting him? What the Hell!

Suddenly, I heard her whisper, "It's alright. You'll be leaving this world before you can even say 'cookie.' "

Scarlet then opened her beak slowly and went for his neck. She began licking his neck gently, leaving trails of odd-colored saliva on his feathers. I couldn't help but notice him shiver in fear. I shivered moments later. Again, I wanted to vomit at the sight. Why is she doing that? Oh no… don't tell me she's going to…

Scarlet's POV

Killing the others sure was fun, but this was going to be fun as well. I knew I was going to enjoy feasting on this worthless being. His heart would soon be mine.

"P-please... I... I have a m-mate and t-three chicks back in S-Seattle. D-Don't kill me..." he managed to mumble. I loved how he begged for me to spare him. He was just wasting his precious breath.

"Ha ha ha! You know what? I don't give a shit about you and your family. Besides, you joined the USAASF. It was YOUR call to join an organization that was experimenting on a monster, and needed you to guard it. I guess they never thought I was going to break free. Well, look at me now!"

"I... I didn't even know… someone like you… could ever exist. Please… just end me q-quickly…"

I smiled at his choice. At least he accepted his obvious fate. "That's the spirit! I'll end it for you, alright… IN THE MOST PAINFUL WAY!"

"AAAGGH-unh-urghhh..." was all he could whimper as I dove for his neck. I dug my beak into it and started draining his sweet, delicious blood, chewing on his feathery skin at the same time. "Oh yeah... you taste so good... mmm... oooh..." His blood seeped into my beak like a raging waterfall, hot and rich. As I chewed on his juicy skin, the fluid that escaped spilled all over the jungle floor beneath us.

As soon as I was finished with his neck, I rolled him onto his back. Then I went on top of him and massaged his chest. His heart was the final prize I craved to claim. In fact, it was still beating beneath his skin. I was about to slowly delve my wing into his chest when he looked at me. The expression on his face pleaded for mercy. I gave him my special evil grin as I prepped my wing for the final move.

"No..." was the final word of the dying little bastard.

"YES!" I yelled victoriously as I plunged my durable wing into his chest. I twisted it sharply, then jerked it back out. He lurched and coughed desperately as I did so, his head rolling to one side. I shoved my foot inside him and shoved his lungs out of the way, caging his heart with my sharp claws. In one studious yank, I tore it clean out of him. A spurt of blood shot from his beak, staining the leaf litter. I held it up in front of me quizzically and thought, I wonder how this tastes? Well, no sense in wasting it now! I tossed the slowly-pulsing thing into my beak, and bit down ceremoniously.

A Soldier's POV

"(Humph... bleerggh... BLERGH!)" Shit... I just gagged!

"I cannot believe what she just did. That's it! I'm outta here! I need to call for back-up." I quietly said to myself. I quickly turned around and prepared to fly away, until I heard Scarlet.

"Huh? There's someone else out there, ISN'T THERE?" She growled with intense evil soaking her voice.

Author's Note: Does the description of the violence inflicted on Scarlet's new victims sound familiar? Well... I'll tell you the surprise behind it!

This chapter has been beta-read and improved by Rapture at Sea himself!

All the credit for this marvelously written chapter goes to him, and I give him my eternal thanks for offering to help me out with this story! We have agreed to work together on this story. So... expect more surprises, horror and gore in the next chapters. ;)