Chapter 4
The elevator doors opened and Becket crawled out shakily from the impact the elevator made through the roof to reach the helicopter pad. As he stood up he looked around to see two operatives wearing Delta gear tied together with duct tape over their mouths. It was one male with black hair and a gruff beard on his face the other was a woman with the same hair color but appeared to be of Asian descent, both had seemed to be somewhere in their late twenties or early thirties he assumed. He quickly began making his way toward them until a red blast of psychic energy hit the ground in front of him making him stop.
"Michael Becket I presume. Heh, it's been a while." A man said as he appeared suddenly ten feet away from him. Becket's glasses were reading that this man's telesthetic energy was off the charts.
"Who are you?" Becket yelled at the man.
"Dear me have you forgotten me already? We've met before I assure you but I guess 'they' did some work to your memories. How about this? Do you remember a psyche ward belonging to Armacham?
As the last three words slipped from his lips, Becket fell to his knees clutching his head as another memory flashed in his head.
It was the man brutally and mercilessly killing Becket's original team in Fairport. He attacked them so quick and the sheer power emanating from his body was enough to disorientate them all as he began making their heads explode & slitting their throats with a bowie knife all except for Becket who he had sent into the wall of the room. His body was covered in scratches and slashes, his combat suit having had started falling apart. Becket spit out blood simply before standing back up facing the man.
"Go on. What are you waiting for? DO IT YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!" An angry Becket yelled out making the other man chuckled darkly.
"Oh, with pleasure." The man chuckled about send a blast to Becket to end him once and for all.
But before he could the sound of a loud explosion caught their attention from a lower part of the building they were in. The man paused and appeared to be thinking before yelling out.
"BROTHER NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
It was then that the building they were in began crumbling falling apart. The man simply just levitated above the falling floor letting Becket and his dead teammates fall below into the fiery darkness.
"Your Paxton Fettel, you're 'her' basturd son. I'll kill you, you sick fuck." Becket hissed.
"So you do remember after all, perfect. Mother always talks so highly of you though I can't see why as I almost killed you before."
"Keyword...Almost." Becket said as he sent a strong telekinetic push throwing Paxton on his back and skidding on the roof. He quickly got up and laughed.
"My my, you have gotten stronger since we last met. You think if I kill your new team that you'll get stronger?" Fettel mocked.
Becket grimaced and charged at Fettel at an inhuman speed while dodging his blasts. Fettel may be a powerful psychic but he was no soldier Becket concluded after landing four punches to his face. Fettel stumbled back from the ferocity of the blows before putting his hands together and pushed a charged blast at Becket. Unable to dodge the attack from such short of range, Becket put up a telekinetic shield that protected him but the blast was still strong enough to send him flying into the electrical letter lights spelling 'Armacham HQ.' Unfortunately the power was still running sending volts of electricity throughout his body before he dropped to the roof, his body armor smoking some. Fettel began levitating toward Becket until he was above him.
"Its unfortunate that you only live long enough to be killed by me. Mother will be so crushed but you're not worthy of her." Fettel said as he telepathically lifted the cables off the lights to wrap around Becket's body and shock him.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Becket cried out agonizingly.
After a few seconds of this shock therapy the pain in Becket's body had begun to change.
'Wh-why don't I hurt anymore? I actually feel…stronger.' Becket silently thought to himself before surrounding himself with psychic energy and blasted the cables restricting him to dust.
"What? How are you still alive?" Fettel yelled out angrily.
Becket ignored his question finding his hands to be far more interesting as they began having blue electricity course over them then made its way to his arms and shoulders. Becket only looked up and smirked causing an unfamiliar chill to run down Fettel's spine.
"Now it's my turn." Becket said darkly before raising both hands towards Fettel shooting powerful telesthetic lightening at him causing him to fall to his knees screaming and writhing out in agony.
Becket started moving in still keeping his onslaught upon Fettel before he spoke through the pain.
"ENOUGH!" Fettel growled before slamming his own fists together causing an area spread blast of psychic energy sending Becket flying in the air and on his back on the roof.
Sensing the other approaching soldiers of Becket's team Fettel took this time to escape, fading away with the blowing hot air from the wind proving that Becket was only fighting an apparition. Becket could only watch weakly as Fettel left right before the darkness of unconsciousness claimed him. As soon as he did however, Alma appeared kneeling over him and began stroking his right cheek with her right hand before claiming his lips to hers possessively. After five seconds had passed she finally pulled out of the kiss before smiling darkly, and spoke before her body turned to ashes and blew away.
"You will be mine...forever." Alma whispered as her last words began resonating inside the young soldier's head.
Becket's team came through the stairwell of the roof kicking the door in hard. Sheppard ran to the two 'packages' and untied them while Morris put the unconscious Becket over his shoulders. Once the recently freed operatives filled them in on what happened Stokes walked a safe distance away before making a private channel call to the 'Director'.
"Commander Stokes, how did subject Omega do on his first mission back?" the man asked excitedly.
"Far better than planned sir, from what I've heard from Morris about Becket's 'encounter' with Alma, she wasn't trying to kill but in fact was protecting him or at least we believe so."
"How very strange, this definitely doesn't sit well with me. Perhaps she's trying to corrupt him or trying to put him in a false sense of security or…"
"…or just trying to drive him insane." Stokes joked sarcastically
"Very possible, has he suspected anything suspicious?"
"Not at all sir, the second prototype was here."
"…"
"Sir?"
"You mean Paxton Fettel? The very one that was killed back at Origin?"
"Yes, that's who Alma sent him to the reason why is not clear at all. This all feels like a trap but for Becket."
"Do you believe by Armacham or Alma?"
"It's hard to say sir; it's still too early to tell who all is the enemy here."
The man sighed depressingly.
"And I am to presume the subject was killed by Paxton?" he asked as took a swig from the glass of Jack on his desk.
"No sir, Becket's alive but there's no trace of Paxton anywhere."
Stokes could loudly hear the 'Director' spitting out whatever he was drinking and then began coughing.
"HE SURVIVED!"
"Yes but sir I feel he's becoming to powerful and unstable to continue on this mission. He massacred the Armacham soldiers with ease in a manner that was to say the least…distasteful."
"We don't have a choice commander, you know that. Bring him back to base immediately; he may be the only key to taking down Alma and Armacham. If he succeeds we can control him and use him as a covert weapon."
"But sir what if he turns on us?"
The man paused before answering coldly.
"Then kill him like all the other failures, his DNA will still be a great asset."
"Understood sir, Stokes out."
Commander Keira Stokes was beyond pissed from the conversation she just had. Did he not care about what happened to her and her squad much like he is with Becket? She turned her head to see Morris making his way to the stairwell with Becket still over his shoulder.
'A job is a job and an order is an order, even if you don't want to do them.' (A/N: PM would have related to this quote.)
Elsewhere in a location Unknown:
Paxton exhaustedly walks toward his grandfather and mother in the cathedral part of their home still very much pissed about his earlier task that was given.
"Grandfather he's becoming a possible threat to our throne. This was could end before it even begins…all because of him." He spoke venomously.
"I trust you had 'fun' Paxton but you worry too much. Your mother and I already have our plans mapped out and in motion." Harlan replied rather calmly only to further infuriate the man.
"Must I kill that piece of trash myself?"
At this statement Alma turns to him and telepathically lifts Paxton in the air while using her powers to choke him. He struggles to breathe grasping at his throat.
"If you harm in a way not asked of you or if he should die I will see to it that your death is slow and painful." She threatened menacingly.
"Y-yes mother…" Paxton choked out before Alma released her hold on him letting him fall to his knees trying to catch his breath.
"Get the replica soldiers ready for battle; find a way to get Becket to Wade Elementary. Once the soldiers have killed his teams have them bring Becket back to us, alive." Harlan stated as his body flared up a red aura making him appear far more terrifying.
"As you wish."
Becket didn't know if he was dreaming or if it was real. The scenery looked like Alma's world but with one key element missing…Alma. He walked aimlessly through the wrecked city until he came across an elementary school. For some reason he seemed to be drawn to it. As he approached it he saw the figure of an adult female through the glass doors then disappeared. He quickened his pace and ran into the school only to find what appeared to be a heavy weight man facing away from him. Due to the darkness he couldn't really make out what the man was wearing.
"Hello? Sir I'm here to help you, where are we?" Becket said as he cautiously walked to the man and stopped a good safe distance in case it wasn't what he thought.
The so called man twitched then turned to around towards Becket, it was then Becket could see clearly what it was. Its face was disfigured and skin a burnt brown, its teeth were yellow and sharp, and its eyes a piercing red.
"What the f…?" Becket couldn't even finish his sentence before the creature roared and charged him.
On instinct, Becket lifted the beast with his left hand then clenched his fist completely obliterating the beast.
"Yep, definitely in her world." He spoke to himself.
"What tipped you off?" a female voice asked from behind him.
Becket turned around only for his jaw to hand down low at what he saw. It was an adult Alma, nude and slowly walking towards him seductively swaying her hips as she did. Becket grimaced as his started charging with electricity.
"What do you want?" he hissed.
Alma stopped in front of him and Becket couldn't help himself but too look over her flawless figure. She had perfect curves, perfect sized breasts and her gorgeous hair reaching down covering the nipples on her breasts.
"To see you of course." She replied in a mock tone. At this, Becket put his arms down.
"I take it were not fighting?" he asked and Alma only shook her head.
"Of course not."
"Why do you follow me in my head?"
"Isn't it obvious?" she giggled.
"No, a psycho like you would typically kill but for whatever reason you won't kill me."
Alma's smile disappeared and got serious.
"Your one to talk. Had you been weaker I would've found it pleasurable to torture you." Replied Alma bringing her smile back. "But as fate has it I find you of great importance." She says while tracing her finger down his chest causing him to flinch. Alma only smiles and presses her naked body to his clothed one.
"But I see you're in no mood to fight either."
"Maybe I'm giving you a chance to explain why you're doing all this before I end you." He replied darkly, his eyes meeting with hers.
"We are rare Michael and never throughout my existence have I desired a man such as you. How could I kill someone of such power without remorse?"
"Powerful or not what difference does it make to you?"
"Perhaps I want to make an accept ion." She said before she kissed him.
Becket couldn't help himself and wrapped his arms around her waist while kissing her. Alma moaned as Becket began sucking on her tongue but was soon shoved away.
"Fuck, what are you doing to me?"
"Only bringing forth what you truly desire."
"You're insane, everything about all of this is." Becket exclaimed.
"You're just afraid…" she cooed.
"Yeah, of what?"
"Of becoming what you are." At this Alma turns and raises her left hand, opening a small portal showing an image. Becket moved closer to see and what he saw was a man, it was him but different. His eyes were a glowing red and his hair grew to his mid back but there was someone else sitting behind him, a woman with dark hair and blood peppered all over her black tightly fitted dress. This woman was Alma and the vision showed her resting her head on his shoulder whilst her eyes slowly closed. The darker version of Becket smiled darkly at his mate before turning to kiss the top of her head.
"I love you." He whispered as the portal closed.
"Our destinies are linked and our bond is strong. Do you see Becket?"
"All I see is a killer, a temptress. Someone who's heart is too dark to ever know love."
Alma's face turned rigid and then turned with anger. As if reading her mind Becket put up a shield around him as Alma used telekinetic push. Becket forced the shield out knocking Alma back.
"Let's get one thing straight Alma; I will kill you, your father, and your basturd son. Whatever future you've dreamed of, I promise to not let it come true." Becket said darkly, his eyes turning a blood red. Alma only smiled.
"You're becoming more like us every minute. It won't be long until you give into me.' She replied fading away with the rest of the scenery.
"Becket. Wake up!" A voice yelled out through the darkness.
A/N: Yeah this is a way different outtake of the game but eh whatever, I'm making this a good one.