Hi there. Time to pick up the pace once more, as our two main characters meet again in battle. Will Catherine try to kill him again, or will something other than bloodlust rise to the scene? You can only read and see. And:

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-THAT AFTERNOON-AT THE METROPOLIS UNIVERSITY-

She sat on top of the roof of the building she'd just landed in. That guy... he's the first one who ever survived... but how? I'm sure I struck at his heart. She kept wondering how the man she now knew as Maxwell Strong could have survived her attack as she dropped down to the ground. She also wondered why her powers reacted to his. Why he stopped moving halfway when he had her right there. Well, now's the time to stop thinking about how's and why's. She unsheathed her staff and prepared. Time to lure out the target. She rushed in the direction of the cops nearby, ready to strike down her prey.

-MEANWHILE-IN MAX'S ROOM AT THE WATCHTOWER-

He laid back on his bed, eyes glued to the ceiling, not caring for the music coming from the radio he'd just turned on. He kept trying to relax, to say that the lashing out he gave to Wonder Woman was the right thing to do. She backed off after all. But still... he squirmed to the left, then to the right, not finding a good position to sleep in. God-damn conscience!

"Oh I agree. God-damned conscience." He raised himself from the bed, assuming a fighting stance.

"Who said that? Who's there?" The voice chuckled. Max didn't see anybody.

"Who do you think?"

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume you're Bael." Now the voice, identified as the demon Bael, laughed with glee.

"Correct! You have been a fascinating human to be around. Suffering through all those awful, painful deaths. Only to be reborn and killed again! HAHAHAHA!" Max glared at nothing, not amused with the sick "joke" Bael was laughing about.

"Is that supposed to be funny ass-hole?"

"Well, that and the fact that you still think you can actually stop me. Now THAT is a punchline! And before you keep on ignoring me or trying to get rid of me, I'll give you a little hint: you can't ignore me and you can't get rid of me. And by my count you still have 52 lives to live. 52 lives to be taken from you. You know what that means?"

"What?"

"That you and I are gonna become really close friends... Hahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"SHUT UP!" Max clutched aat his head, screaming, eventually hearing the voice of the demon lower and lower, until it was no longer heard. Oh thank God.

"Martian Manhunter calling Maxwell Strong, pease respond." Max moved his hand to his earpiece, taking the call.

"What is it J'onn?"

"You're lady friend from last night was spotted in the Metropolis University. Wonder Woman told me to let you know."

"Alright. I'm on my way. Prepare for teleport."

Max grabbed his utility belt, his car keys and ran to the Monitor Womb.

"I'm here."

"Very well. Get ready for transport." He nodded to the martian. He returned the movement and pressed the respective button to teleport Max.

-MEANWHILE-AT METROPOLIS UNIVERSITY-

She struck another officer in the face, all the while trying to wreak as much havock as she could. C'mon. How much more stuff do I have to wreck before he shows up? Sure enough as she finished that thought and flattened yet another guard, Maxwell Strong appeared before her. She looked his way, preparing for the fight. He had already assumed a fighting stance.

"Took you long enough to get here mister Strong." He looked a little surprised that she knew who he was, but pushed it to the side.

"I guess that means you were expecting me... Miss Cross." She, like him before her, was a bit surprised, but not shocked.

"Well now that we got the introductions out of the way, allow me to kill you at last." She rushed at him. He smirked and prepared. She attacked, this time she moved much faster than before, every hit was precisely aimed at his vital points. Than again, he was moving at his top speed as well, blocking and countering as much as he could. She struck him in the face, he kneed her in the stomach, they both flipped out of each others range, preparing for another round. He wiped the blood from the tip of his mouth. His eyes were fire-red now.

"I knew you weren't giving it you're all last time." She started feeling something. Her eyes went white.

"Apparently neither were you. I guess we both learned a lesson then." She was feeling something she hadn't felt ever since the exobyte bit her. She was feeling... hot.

"Guess so." They both rushed at each other once more, this time Catherine getting the upper hand, striking him first, dazing him for a while. She took advantage of his state to strike him down to the ground, having him land hard on his back. He squirmed a little from the pain. She remebered this feeling now: lust. She wanted him? Yes. That was it. She didn't understand where the feeling came from but she couldn't care less. She smiled. Well if I'm going to kill him anyway, might as well have some fun with him too. She got on her knees, and sat on top of him,with a tip of her staff at his neck. He grinned though the pain of the earlier impact.

"Getting pretty close there."

"I just wanna make sure I don't miss this time."

"Who said you missed last time?" She looked shocked, and he took the opportunity his words gave him to flip them, standing above her, with his hands at each side of her face. She grinned a little.

"Was that whole thing just to see how I would react?"

"No. You really did hit my heart yesterday. I was really dead." She thought about it for a moment, her lower lip in between her teeth to try and distract him. His attention did change to her lips, but he gripped her wrists before he did. Clever man...

"So you're immortal?"

"Something like that."

"So... do you intend to stay like this all day or what?"

"Why, you don't like it?"

"I prefer to be on top."

"Why does that not surprise me?"

"I have an imposing presence."

"You don't seem very imposing now." She smiled.

"Get us out of here." He went to his belt, took his grappling gun, aimed and fired at the nearest building, holding her by the waist. They flew to the top of the building, imediately landing in the same position they were in on the ground, only this time she was on top again. She raised her staff.

"Was THAT all to see how I would react?" She threw her staff to the side and smiled.

"No. I'm about to show you how imposing I can be." He grinned.

"I'm not seeing it."

"Yet." She quickly lowered her face to his, getting within an inch of his lips.

"Nope. Not feeling imposed."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"With pleasure." He did kiss her. She kissed him back ravenously. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, as he gripped her waist. He squirmed under her lithe, yet atletic form. He stopped kissing her lips. Something she pointed out with a low moan of disapointment. He brought her moan of pleasure back by kissing her neck, while slowly sliding her jacket's zipper down.

"Getting... ohhhh... brave are we?" To answer her he slowly started moving his hands down her chest, all the while moving his lips down... down until he reached the area above her breasts. He ravashed a spot there, living a hickey just out of sight. She noticed.

"That's gonna leave a mark asshole." He grinned and kept kissing her.

"Now we're even. You left a mark yesterday." His eyes were now small fires.

"I'm gonna have to see that." Her eyes were starting to irradiate small mists of cold air.

"Please do." And she did. And she saw much more than that. And so did he. They saw each other for hours of lovely, blissful sex.

So... what did you think? I know it's not lemons, but that was already in the blueprint. I don't think I have the skills to write a decent sex scene, so you're gonna have to wait on that. Please leave a review for this chapter, as it will most certainly leave me happy. Until then, keep on being awesome and, if you feel like it, move on to the next chapter.

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