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Chapter Ten

Omega

The next two hours were a blur for me. Just endless walking, the occasional gunshot, and more walking.

That, combined with the exhaustion, almost crippled me.

Hours later, we stopped walking. And then a sharp pain erupted in the back of my head.

When I woke up, I was in a cell. I stood from the cot, confused. Where…? Am I?

Farell appeared sitting in the corner, knees up, hunched over, staring at the ground. ~Phantom HQ~

I started. "Oh fuck. Fell! Where's Fell!?" I shouted. I needed her. She was a pillar of strength. The calm in the center of a hurricane. And she. Was. Gone.

Farell shrugged. ~Not sure. We got put in this cell, and they led Fell somewhere else.~

Calm down. Calm down. I started breathing deeply, and thought things over. They want me alive. If not, I'd be dead. Realizing this, I exhaled in relief, and fell back onto the cot.

I hit my head on the wall. "Fuck!"

~Smooth~

"Shut up." I muttered.

I was still rubbing my head when Occam walked in. He was flanked by Letum, both of them wielding those nasty looking machetes. "Good morning, Mr. Shift. Having a case of Schizophrenia?"

I cocked an eybrow. "What?"

He sighed. "Talking to yourself? Or rather, somebody you, and only you, can see?"

I gulped. "You could say that."

He shrugged. "I don't blame you. After all, considering what you want through, it's impressive you retain your sanity."

"Thanks." I muttered, laced with acid.

"Now." He said cheerfully. "Why we're here. What do you know, and who else knows?"

I caught on quickly. "You mean the information on the Terminal?"

"Yes."

"Oh." I said. "I know. Fell doesn't know anything."

"Right. And what exactly do you know?" He asked.

"Um.." I started. "Who was sent to Ridgefield, who hired you, and why." Occam nodded. "Good, good." He walked out of the door. "Letum?"

She turned towards him. "Yeah?"

"Do with him as you will. That includes death." He said. I paled, and Farell jumped up.

Oh no.

~Fuck!! Do something!~

Letum turned towards me, twirled the machete, and grinned viscously. Like what?! I frantically thought.

~Something! Anything! Just get us out of this!!~

Oh hell.

She slowly advanced, and extended the machete. "You ready for this?" She asked.

"No." I answered. It was a slim chance, but It might work.

She smirked. "Too bad." She lunged forwards, swinging the machete in an overhand chopping motion.

I jumped to the side, and she missed by an inch. "Do you have to kill me?" I asked.

She tiled her head, as if in thought. "No. But you irk me. So I'm going to do it anyways." She laughed, and chopped at me again.

This time I was slower. I leaped backwards, but the blade caught my left arm, severing a tendon. I hissed in pain, and backed up to the wall.

"Trying to run?" She asked playfully. "No use. I'm going to cut you to pieces!"

I grimaced. "Ex-raider, huh?"

She grinned madly. "Bullseye." And she swung again. Time slowed. ~Fuck.~ Farell cursed. The flash of steel against the dark. Dark red gushing into the air. Numbness.

The hook caught me in my torso, under my armpit. She pulled slightly, and I screamed. ~Hang in there kid!~ Farell encouraged. Letum laughed.

"I've hooked your ribs. One yank, and I get to play with you while you bleed out." She laughed maniacally.

Her arm tensed, and time, literally, froze.

Farell was rigid with fury. ~Nobody. Messes. With. My. Host.~ He hissed. He looked towards me, grinned, and disappeared.

I felt an intense pain in my spine, and my eyes clouded over. When I could see, I tried to move. I couldn't.

"You made a mistake, raider girl." I muttered. Was that me? Jesus, I sound different. Of it's own accord, my body twisted. The hook slid out of me, and I spun and hit Letum's jawbone with my left elbow.

The hell'd I learn that?!

She started to fall, and before she could hit the floor, I plucked the blade out of the air, and slammed the blade across her neck. "Tell Satan Farell's coming for him." I growled.

Farell!?! Is that you?!

I grinned. "The one and only. I'm getting you out of here."

The next ten minutes were a blur- blood, cracked bones, sticking out of the body, flashes of metal, gunshots, all of it rushed through me. I reveled in the speed of my arms, the strength of my muscles, the adrenaline replacing every blood cell I had.

Many Phantoms littered the corridors behind us. All dead. Farrel's, My hands were coated in blood. A crazy grin on our face. And the bloodlust. The jolt of impact when the blade hit a bone. I-we, loved it.

Farell was panting, after countless kills, and half an hour. He growled. "How big is this place?"

He stepped into a room, as we'd been doing for the past while, and we froze. There was a cross.

Stained red-brown with blood.

With Fell on it.

In pieces.

Our body's eyes widened. I shuddered, the rage flowing through me. Fell was always there. Always. Bullet wound to the stomach, knife to the jugular, she was always fine. Always. And now. SHE'S. GONE.

~Kid?~

I only growled. I thought I was an animal before. And I was. Now I was a beast. The embodiment of Fury. Of Revenge. "Occam." I growled. "Where?"

Farell just laughed. ~Damn kid. Even I'm scared now. Only place we haven't been is the room across the ha~

Farell stopped because I sprinted out of the room, leaving him behind.

~Hey!!~

I raced into the next room, stabbed a Phantom, and through the wooden door. Occam was there, with his own machete. On it were two engraved words. Occam's Razor

"Occam." I growled.

"Shift." He stated in a matter of fact tone.

"Why?" I asked, barely containing my fury.

"Why? Because she was a woman. Because she wouldn't join us. Because it pleased me to do so." He laughed.

I lunged forwards with unearthly speed, and knocked the razor out of his hands. The adrenaline I felt earlier was replaced with a mixture of Psycho, Buffout, and battery acid.

I dropped my machete, and plucked his out of the air. I kicked him in the chest, and he fell backwards over a table. I jumped on top of it, then onto his ribs. I heard them crack.

I hauled him to his feet, shaking with rage. ~Whoa, Shift, you alright?~ Farell asked, concerned. I shook my head. It was all I could manage. She was like my sister, almost like a mother back in Ridgefield. I never got to thank her for all she did, keeping an eye out for me as a kid. And now I won't. Because she's GONE!!

I shoved him to the wall, and swung the machete in an underhand motion, then flicked my wrist. Shhkt The hook impaled itself under his chin. He screamed a wordless scream. ~Shift, Shift don't do it, even he doesn't deserve I planted my foot on his chest that Shift, nobo tensed my arm, and dy does, SHIFT DON-~ Farell stopped there. Because it was too late. Yanked with all the force in my arm. There was a sickening pop.

Blood splattered all over my face, and I removed my foot. At the hook, there was a jawbone, teeth still in their gums, and the skin from his cheeks. ~Jesus, CHRIST!~

Occam held his hands up to where his jawbone was, and spoke. "Naym'sh Kylar." He fell to the floor. "Shun."

My eyes widened. My name. I…I know my name. For in truth, Shift had forgotten his name after the Incident. My dad…was. Was. ~Shift? Shift, you'll be fine. Shift, stay standing man! Shift? SHIFT!~

I fell over, and heard no more.

Now you guys may not have liked the twist, but too bad. If you did, then I apologize. And no, Fell wasn't really his mom. Metaphor. Season Two, the Main Plotline, is coming soon. Take the little time it does to review. Enjoy!

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