His finger jutted out pointing at her. "You are a fake."

"I am a fake?"

Mathew swept his hands skyward then slammed them down on the desk. "Yes and you can drop the act whoever you are."

"What makes you think that I am not… me? And if you thought I was an imposter then why did you have such a grand party for me, Eleanor R. Lamb."

A new chair was brought to replace the one that had been splintered behind the desk. Mathew sat down in it and scratched his five o'clock shadow. "Well we did not actually know about your little scheme 'till the middle of the party. Poor timing to be sure but in retrospect I think it fits things nicely."

Mathew got up from his chair again and walked over to one of the brutes standing behind him. He plucked out a large glass shard out of the man's giant and deformed back. The brute uttered a small whimper that brought a smile back to Mathew's face.

"You see, after your little nosebleed I had made a call to Sofia Lamb to inquire about your health. The reply came from one of her subordinates saying that the real Eleanor R. Lamb had not left Persephone at all. And as for the party, well that was just a ploy meant to bolster the people's resolve in the total genocide of brute splicers- or so I wish them to think. You were just a showpiece for the party but now you shall be the centerpiece of the stage and its mastermind: the grand leader of the brute splicers and imposter of Eleanor Lamb hell-bent on the destruction of Rapture."

Eleanor's knees felt like rubber. She fell forward onto her knees. Her palms were wet with sweat and her hands shook at the simple strain of keeping herself upright. The world seemed to stop and everything was a blur. The real Eleanor had not left Persephone, she thought in horror and dismay. But it could not be true. Her memories could not be lies could they? She knew Aunt Gracie and Stanley and they knew, her loved her, remembered her.

She suddenly gripped her head. Something seemed to be forcing its way into her consciousness. Thousands of voice echoing in unison rippled through her mind.

"They are not fake memories dear child," the voices spoke in multiple volumes. "But unfortunately they are not entirely true either." The voices began cutting in and out. "Find (indistinct) …The Great (indistinct) …Futuristics. Do-not-tarry!"

The voices departed and Eleanor felt her head clear. Who ever had just contacted had bolstered her determination as well as her questions. Eleanor looked up from where she squatting as saw those same beady eyes from underneath the desk. With his victory at hand, Mathew strutted over to Eleanor. He grasped her chin and tilted it toward his own.

"I do not know who you are or what your end game is but in my territory, my house. And while you seem to have played your cards quite well, you would do well to remember that the house always wins." Mathew then tilted his head forward and brushed his lips against her. Eleanor tried to struggle but the affection she had felt before left her longing for more.

In return she passionately squeezed her lips against his and tasted the port he had been drinking at the party. The wine from the bottle they had shared during the banquet he had set up to fool the good people she had met. The thoughts of disgust rotted the passion within her heart and she broke the kiss first. Mathew tried to linger but Eleanor turned her face away as well as her heart.

Mathew stared at her for a moment longer then licked his lips still tasting the aura she had left. "Such a pity," he said heart fallen. "If there was a god I would pray that you were the real one." Mathew stood up and brushed off the kinks in his suit. He snapped his fingers toward one of the brutes and motioned towards Eleanor. The brute's feet echoed across the floor and before she could react, the brute had picked her up by the neck. Eleanor looked into the splicer's dull eyes as she gripped his fingers to help support her neck. Eleanor looked at Mathew who still had his back turned. She looked toward Markus who stood still but his eyes showed anguish.

"Do it," Mathew commanded.

The brute splicer who was suspending her midair gripped the top of her dress just above her chest. As he pulled back Eleanor felt the zipper seam in the back give way and the rest slip under her legs and arms. The brute splicer dropped her to the ground and handed the dress to Mathew. The horrible man ran his fingers across the warm fabric and brushed his face against the part that had graced her breasts.

"I shall consider it a memento of your brief visit. Anthony, take her away. She has a trial to attend to and seeing how that goes maybe we shall let her pick her own death. If she resists then you may restrain her in ANY fashion you desire."

Eleanor lay on the ground in her underwear. She felt blind rage creep under her skin. She fixed her bra strap and stared at Anthony. The man stretched his arms and rolled his neck. The same wicked smile returned to his face. "Payback is a bitch. I should know. I'm staring at her right now."

With no intention of going quietly, Eleanor jumped to her feet and prepared to fire any and all plasmids at the red haired animal.

"Resisting already? I like that. Doesn't make my job any easier but a hell of a lot more fun. Feelin lucky?"

The exact moment Eleanor shot electricity out of her hand, Anthony fired a spear aimed for her chest. Both were meant to maim or kill.

Author's notes: This is what happens when i'm bored out of my mind at an airport waithing 12 hours for my flight(do not ask me WHY!). Not to mention having to deal with haughty TSA officers. Sucks to be me but no you b/c it when i right my best. When i'm FREAKING BORED (sigh) oh well/keep reading...