Project, MalfunctionChapter Fifteen,Gaining the Losers Winnings

It burnt, deep inside his throat. Like something was ripping threw him, making him weaker and weaker…it made his body tremble; it made him cold. "Damn." Leviathan hissed, baring his teeth at his reflection. His emeralds eyes narrowed at the sight of blood dripping past his lips, dripping slowly towards the rippling waters.

They came so close to killing him…no! Tenain came so close. It was all his brother's fault. He had always been the source of every problem he ever had, the source of every discomfort, every pain.

"Its all his fault…" He hissed again, clutching his chest as he threw up into the water again. He'd been doing this for about an hour now…every ounce of strength in his was sued to push every last drop of the normally toxic dragon's blood out of his body. It was an awful feeling, to be loosing so much energy. "…its always been his fault…" Levi growled in frustration and suddenly grabbed the pendant that dangled form his neck, slamming it against the ground with a sneer.

"May this protect you, young demon, and serve as a shield…and help you well, for, it is easiest for you, to be steered down the road of temptation, he who so longs to be loved and accepted. Resistance shall be yours, only when you are ready to accept, and love yourself above all others."

That old woman…her face in his mind was very vague. "Resistance …resistance…resist from what?!" He screamed, slamming the pendant against the ground over and over.

Reaching up to feel his horns, Levi sighed in attempt to calm himself, unable to think strait with such a chaotic mind. He was a demon; he loved the feeling of being a demon…he loved it, for the power, for the self assurance…but, there he sat, weak, distressed. Why? All because he'd lost some blood that was not his in the first place? Rubbing his face now, Leviathan lifted the pendant up, cool green eyes narrowed and weak looking.

"What should I resist?" He asked himself calmly, weakly, like he was on the brink of death. Is that what he should resist? Death? No, that was to simple…should he resist being a demon? No, how could he avoid being who he was?

"Who, not what." Snapping his head around, Leviathan stumbled to his feet, bare tanned skin wet, bloody and stained in the acid like fluids he'd been spitting up.

Before him was the most beautiful of creatures, very calm looking, very collected. It was a female, yes…but Leviathan did not trust her. Still, trust or not, she slowly walked closer, pretty blood shot eyes narrowed, lifeless looking. On her body was a plain white shirt, plane white shorts; her hair, oddly enough, seemed to be cut very shirt on one side, while the other, was very long. N the side with the short hair, she seemed to be bleeding from her face…three, no, five jagged lines had been sliced over her eye, marking her as a Norman numeral 'III'. Her hair, which was pinned away from her face with bits of ripped off fabric, was a deep color of auburn, almost orange in he light. Sleek, but a little blood treated. Feet bare, skin tan, but not dark…she slowly stepped closer, showing no emotion at all.

"The question. You are a demon, this is your breed…however, it does not make who you are." She muttered blankly, stopping only when he stood, baring his teeth at her in a venomous way. "Will you attack me, demon, Leviathan? I wish only to help in return for protection…can you protect me?"

Leviathan grinned softly, eyes narrowed. "I would devour you, body and soul…" He muttered darkly, stepping closer with confidence.

"You will do no such thing." She replied quickly, raising one of her hands so that her palm was open towards him. Almost instantly, he was thrown back, body crashing into the water he had once been snarling and hissing at. "You see…as you are, you are no stronger then a baby demon. Appearance, means nothing. I know your insides, better then you known them yourself." she said with a distinct air of dryness in her tone, honestly not caring either which way.

Leviathan sat up in the shallow end, whipping his face clean of mud and water. "Then, why do you need my help, if your so much stronger then I?" He asked in an annoyed way, feeling every inch of him begging to eat something, anything…

"Because I can make you stronger…" She whispered, stepping closer again as she outstretched her other hand, this time, helping him up out of the water. "…the humans have made me ill, me and some others…I was looking for my accomplice, but he ran to fast in a different direction. We got separated…we where the only two who got out, but I'm sure he'll be caught soon." she narrowed her blank eyes.

What on earth was she? Leviathan looked her over, this time, out of more curiosity then hunger. At first, she seemed like a normal human girl…but, that car on her face…what was that about?

"It is my human brand." She muttered to his wordless question, eyes lifting to meet his own.

His gaze turned from curiosity to amusement, the smirk growing on his flawless face. "You can read minds." he mused softly, seeing her nod, but not actually answer. This was wonderful…Leviathan knew there where mind readers out there, but he'd never actually met one. She could be very useful to him…more so, then he himself probably knew at first glance. "What is your name?" He asked after a moment or so, smirking even more so his teeth where showing.

"I am Three. Or, that is my number." she subconsciously reached up, fingers running across her cuts so that blood was smeared across her nose towards her other cheek. "Myself and five others are human research experiments."

Leviathan ignored the last part, slowly slipping the scratched up pendant around his neck. "Yeah, yeah…so, how you going to make me stronger?" He asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed. Three also narrowed her eyes, clearly un-amused by his abrupt approach to the issue at hand. It was obvious that Leviathan now wanted to kill his brother…but, it was also apparently that he did not yet possess that strength. Three knew it would take some time. Leviathan, did not appear to be a patient man…

"Have some restraint…you are not yet mentally capable of grasping the importance of waiting, but I implore you, wait anyways. The right time will come…your brother, Tannin…he is also a ticking time bomb." Three said calmly, walking past him to look into the water.

Leviathan turned as well, looking towards the strange girl with cocky smirk. "Yeah? What about it? Are we supposed to just wait around till he snaps or something?" He asked, clearly un-keen to the idea.

"No." she turned to face Leviathan, expression as blank as her eyes always seemed to stay. "Your brother will be forced to snap."

Leviathan watched s Three took four steps back, then turned, walking towards Levi's right. The demon lifted a curious brow, but non the less, walked after her, his own bare feet throbbing as they stepped over many harmful things. "Forced, you say? By whom? When?" Leviathan licked his lips, eyes darkening at the very thought of making his brother pay for his betrayal.

"You will be the one who destroys his most beloved item." She muttered dryly, seeming to think nothing of such a cold hearted and conniving plan. Three, after all, was used to being around humans. Such things came naturally to them.

The demon shook his head, letting out a crackled laugh at what he thought was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever said. "You are mistaken, Three! I have already killed his beloved Tailz." He murmured with great glee and pride, following a half step behind her in what appeared to be mutual respect. "She was the only thing besides me he ever loved…ever."

Three was not amused. "You fool. What does he keep closest to his heart? What ever he keeps there…is his most precious…"