I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I guaranteed that this one would have a twist, which it definitely does. It's basically a filler chapter, but one you might enjoy I hope you like it, and I'll be working on the next chapter within the next couple of days!

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"A Step into Darkness"

The dinner had not gone well, to say the least, and I now sat in what had become my room sulking over something I couldn't believe.

"No," I shook my head as I hit my forehead with my fists and paced back and forth in front of the open window. "He's lying, he's just trying to mess with my head-it's what he's good at."

I came to a stop halfway across the room and hit my forehead hard before wincing and wishing I hadn't done so. I rubbed my now sore forehead as I looked out the window, my heart beating fast and my mind racing. I could feel the poison of Creeds words still pumping its way through my body and corrupting my mind, but I refused to believe him-it just didn't make sense-it couldn't make sense, I wouldn't let it.

I let my hand fall and continued to stare out the window, feeling sick to my stomach as Creeds voice echoed in my mind.

There was no way he was telling the truth. Sven of all people would come help me, and Eve would follow him even if she'd rather leave me here for the time being. Rinslet? Well…Rinslet was another story. I had never been able to read her, and whether I annoyed her, or just challenged her patience was up in the air.

I turned away from the window, crossing my arms and thinking hard. The thought had already crossed my mind that Creed could have been lying, or over exaggerating. How was I to know if I'd really been here three weeks? And what if Sven, Eve, and Rinslet had come for me only to be defeated by his group of raving, not to mention insane, followers?

Sven also knew I could take care of myself for the most part, was it possible he was expecting me to get out of here on my own? But he had seen how badly Creed had beaten me, and though I didn't like admitting it I had been helpless in that moment, explaining my presence here.

I crossed the room slowly, still thinking hard as I opened the door and stepped out into the now dimly lit hallway. I knew it was late, maybe close to midnight as I wander down the winding corridor opposite the way I had gone to meet Creed for dinner.

I couldn't help walking as my mind fell deep into thought, the movement helped me to concentrate on the problems at hand-it always had. Back when I had been Number XIII of Chronos I had wandered the city streets at night, regardless the danger that might lie down every darkened ally. The cold air was always refreshing, and while that presence was absent from Creeds mansion the rhythm of my legs was all that I needed.

I rested my elbow in the palm of my right hand, and my chin in the palm of my left and thought hard. I knew somewhere Sven, Eve, and Rinslet were doing something-whether it was finding a new target, or thinking of a way to save me; I knew they were out there somewhere. It hurt to think that maybe they really weren't thinking about me, but then again I was used to abandonment, and this could end up being yet another time where I learned to move on.

I walked for what seemed to be an hour, the hallway growing progressively darker the further I went. I made my way down several flights of stairs, around too many corners to count, and entered a new corridor as the original one split into three.

As I rounded yet another corner in what had once been a straight corridor I found myself standing in front of a set of sliding, glass and metal doors, creating a dead end. I studied the doors for several seconds, wondering whether I should go in, or if I should leave well enough alone and make my way back to my room.

As they say "curiosity killed the cat", and in my case I had too much that hadn't managed to kill me yet. I pressed a button that lay in a metal plate on the wall beside the doors, and a few seconds later the doors unlatched with a loud click and slid open.

I looked over my shoulder cautiously before slowly stepped over the threshold and into one of the strangest rooms I had ever seen. Machines lines the walls with blinking lights, levers, and wide, flat screens filled with information that scrolled up and down the black surface. On one side of the room was a metal platform with what looked like arm and leg restraints, making me back away from that side and had into the other.

Where I now stood was where what looked like the main computer was. Screens full of information appeared then faded away only to show another. Beside the computer was a small table with a beaker hold that was filled with the glass vials, each one containing a different colored liquid.

I wandered further into the confines of the room, the sliding doors snapping shut behind me as I moved on. The further I walked the stranger the room became. Tall tubes full of strange creatures floating in a blue liquid lined one side of the room, and on the other was a much larger version of the tubes that stood atop what looked like a power source covered in controls and a small screen. At the far end of the room was, to my surprise, a greenhouse, causing the room to feel humid and almost stifling.

I brushed past a leafy plant and let my hand brush over a bright looking rose bush. Above me birds twittered back and forth in the vines and trees, their branches intertwined and their leaves as broad as a dinner plate.

"I see you're enjoying the view," A voice came from behind. What was with people and sneaking up on me in this place?

I turned around quickly to see a tall, shady man dressed in a white lab coat, a strange smile on his face as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and eyed me.

"Doctor…" I said darkly as we watched one another.

"Hello, Black Cat," He said calmly, my old nickname almost making me flinch. "I didn't expect you to find your way down here so soon."

"I didn't expect to come here at all," I growled back, my hands tightening into fists.

"No need to be so hostile," He waved away my angry response with his hand and a soft chuckle. "You're simply here, and as for now there's nothing you can do about that."

"Is that so?" I inquired, my anger rising as he spoke.

"Well, you're standing in front of me, aren't you?" He asked me, his smile barely visible. "And after three weeks you haven't attempted to escape. Even though you just woke up, I half expected you to jump from the window the moment we left you alone. Though, you're still weak, aren't you? When I was healing you your body was barely functioning, I suppose it's still recovering."

I listened intently as he rambled on as if I wasn't there. He placed his fingers on his chin and studied me, his look disconcerting as who knows what went through his head.

"What?" I finally snapped, his gaze becoming too much for me to handle as my anger rose even higher.

"Nothing, nothing," He chuckled again, waving his hand in the air before turning and motion for me to follow him. "This way."

I followed him reluctantly back the way I had come from. We passed the tubes of creatures, passed the large computer screens, until he came to a stop in front of the main computer.

"You see that there," He gestured towards the flashing screen. "You could learn a lot from that."

"What is it?" I muttered as I stepped up behind him and looked up at the information.

"Everything you could want to know about yourself," He replied, his smile widening as he turned to look at me. "You see, Train, I find people fascinating, especially those with extraordinary power. Creed, of course, was one of my first individual studies and I used the information I was able to gather to implant the nanomachines within his body. I could do the same for you. I could make you as powerful as Creed, if not more, but I just need a little more information."

I backed away from him as he took a step forward, my glare strengthening.

"No thanks," I snapped. "Who would want to be like him anyways?"

"Don't you see, Train?" He asked, his hand pushing his glasses up again as he came closer and I continued to back away. "You would be like Creed; you would be stronger than him. You could defeat him, leave this place, or even take it over."

"I don't want to take anything over," I growled, taking another step back as he took one forward. "And I don't want to defeat Creed; I just want to leave here."

"I'm sure," He chuckled, pushing his glasses up one more time.

I only glared back in response as I backed away, my back suddenly hitting solid wall. I felt cornered as he continued to step towards me, but the computers on either side of me blocked any for of escape. I tightened my fists as he took another step forward and clenched my teeth together.

"You're quite the impressive specimen, Train Heartnet," He smirked as he came closer, leaving only a foot of space between us. "When you're cornered you act like a wild cat, ready to attack. You're always on guard, aren't you?"

"Only when I'm being cornered by a psychotic idiot like you," I shot back, but he only laughed in response.

"Psychotic idiot, am I?" He inquired as he closed the space between us and placed his hands on either side of my head. "I suppose you would think that."

"Stay away from me," I snarled through gritted teeth.

"A little late for that, isn't it?" He almost whispered, his face threateningly close as his hands slid closer to my face. "You really are fascinating, just looking at me arouses so many thoughts in me."

"Arouses" was not a word I wanted to hear coming from his mouth, especially when he was this close and breathing that fast.

"You're almost perfect," He said, his voice quiet as he brought his hand close to my face and ran his knuckles against my cheek bone. "And I could make you entirely perfect, if you'd let me."

I pulled my face away from his hand and attempted to knee him in between the legs but before I could get halfway there he grabbed my shoulders and whipped me around, slamming me face first into the wall, his body pressing against my back.

"Now, now," He chuckled in my ear, his disgustingly warm breath washing over my neck. "That was uncalled for, don't you think?"

"Obviously not," I growled as I struggled against the weight of his body, but he only pressed harder, his hands holding my arms and his legs holding mine. "Now get off."

"I don't believe you're in any position to be making demands, Mr. Heartnet," He whispered again, and with a cringe of disgust I felt his lips brush against my neck. "But I am, and like I said before, I still need a little more information."

I struggled against him as his hands left my wrists, leaving me wide open to attack at least with my elbows. But before I could wind my arm back for an attack his fingers wrapped themselves around my neck and something sharp sunk into my skin. I cried out in pain but refused to move, knowing that could be far more dangerous than whatever he was doing to me.

He took a step back and let me stumbled away from the wall, my body tingling all over. I turned to face him, breathing hard and ready to throw every insult I knew at him as I rubbed my neck when suddenly my entire body went stiff.

He took a step forward, that smirk on his face has pushed his glasses up and simply watched as my body shook and I fell to my knees, and shaking all over. I bit my lip hard as pain shot through my limbs and seem to contract around my heart before my arms and legs gave out and I fell on my side, hitting the tile floor hard.

I could barely breathe as the doctor knelt down beside me and pulled me up into his arms, my head falling hard against his chest as my body slowly lost all control and went mostly limp. He carried me across the room and lay me down on that hard looking table, his motions gentle as he pulled my arms up into the arm restraints and clamped them shut, doing the same with my ankles.

I groaned as a wave of pain shot through my body, seeming to exit through the tips of my fingers only to re-enter through my toes.

"The pain will subside soon," Doctor said calmly as he checked the locks on my wrists and ankles, then disappeared from my eyesight only to reappear seconds later with another syringe in his hand, the needle glinting threateningly in the bright lights.

"Wh-What are you doing?" I asked weakly as I eyed the object in his hand.

"I need more information, Train," He replied simply as he grabbed my upper arm and slid the needle into the crook of my elbow, making me flinch in my mind. "And I plan on getting it tonight."

"No," I half whispered as more strength seemed to drain from me.

"I can make you a god, Train," He whispered in my ear as he removed the syringe and placed it on a small silver table full of other sharp looking objects. "And whether you want it or not I will change you."

I gritted my teeth as another wave of pain swept through me before disappearing entirely, my body relaxing against the table and my limbs refusing to move even as I urged them to. I jerked as I felt his hand on my cheek again, brushing against my cheekbone, then my jaw line, and then finally over my lips. I wanted to pull my head away, to scream, to lash out at him, but I couldn't move-I could barely even breathe as his hands slid down my neck and to my chest.

He smirked at me as his hands slid lower, my mind screaming as I felt his fingers reach the waistline of my jeans, hovering over the button and zipper. I felt my heart race as I silently screamed for him to stop, nothing coming out but the jerk of my head.

"Don't worry, Train," He said quietly as his fingers undid my pants and went lower. "I only want to learn a little more."

But suddenly the smile faded from his lips and his eyes seemed to go dull as they rolled backwards. His hand was yanked from my pants as he fell and hit the floor hard, and beyond where Doctor had been standing, an almost frightening look on his face, stood Creed.

I have to admit, as much as I don't want to, that I was relieved to see him standing there. He stepped forward as he slid his sword back into place, no blood in sight, telling me he had only his Doctor of the head with its handle and thrown him unconscious.

"C-Creed," I stuttered as he stepped forward, almost terrified he was going to finish the job Doctor had attempted to begin.

"Sh, Train. I'm here," He whispered as he quickly undid the clamps around my ankles and wrists and pulled me up against him, reminding me of a day three weeks ago where he had pulled me away from everything.

My body fell limply against him, the drugs still coursing through my blood as he lifted me off the table and into his arms.

He carried me back to where I slept, his hold on my body gentle and the words he said to me blurring together as the dim lights of the hallway whirred past. My mind was so tired, and it felt as though I was swimming through murky water, with my oxygen slowly fading.

I finally breathed out a long sigh as he rested me on my bed, the mattress cushioning my aching body as he pulled the covers up over my chest. He sat on the edge, his fingers running through my hair as I lay motionless in front of him, no way to keep his hands away from me, but to tell the truth something about the way his hand felt in my hair and on my face was comforting-it drove away his words from before and let me feel at ease even for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, Train," He finally said, his words sad and his expression far worse. "I never intended to have that happen to you."

I looked up at him, unable to move but understanding his apology. I wasn't happy with him or the circumstance I had found myself in, but when I could resist there was no point in trying. Besides, Creed wasn't doing anything wrong, he was just apologizing….besides…I owed him one for saving my ass back there.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, before resting his head on my shoulder and wrapping my arms around my neck. I felt his breath against my neck as he breathed in, relaxing against me as my head fell to the side and against his.

"I missed you, Train," He whispered and suddenly I felt something warm, and wet slide down my neck…he was crying. He tightened his arms around my neck and as he spoke I felt his lips against the skin of my neck, making me want to pull away. "I know you don't want to be here, I know you don't want to be with me-but-but I thought…I thought if I could have you here, for just a moment I could be happy again."

He snuffled and pulled his head up to look at me, his hand brushing against my cheekbone. We studied each other, trying to read one another's emotions through our eyes.

"Creed-I-"

"Sh," He whispered, his fingers on my lips. "You're tired-let the drugs wear off…they should soon."

He was right. My body was tingling as I slowly felt the feeling return to my feet and legs; I was even able to move my foot, even though the motion was weak. I jerked as I felt the feeling return to my torso, suddenly realizing how close Creed's body was to mine. The feeling crept up my arms and into my shoulders, then up my neck and through my face, as if someone was pouring ice cold water over every part of me.

I coughed loudly and tried to sit up as the feeling breathing returned and I realized how dry my throat was, but Creed pressed his hands against my chest and pushed me into the pillow, his eyes full of concern for my well being.

"Please, Train," He said, his face looking sad as he ran his fingers through my hair again. "Relax, no one is going to hurt you here, you're okay."

I eyed him for several minutes before adjusting myself into a more comfortable position studying him again.

"Creed?" I pondered, and for the first time my voice wasn't harsh or cold, but rather curious.

"Yes, Train?" He asked, seeming surprised at the tone of my voice.

"I-um-why'd you help me back there?"

"Train," Creed laughed, seeming taken aback. "What a strange question."

I looked into his eyes as he laughed, before I inched back from him and sat up so that we were at the same level, the covers falling into my lap.

"You really don't understand why, do you?" He asked, almost sadly.

"I guess I do…" I muttered, looking down at my lap then back at him. "I just wish you'd realize that I don't want to be here."

"I realize that," He replied, his eyes falling from mine. "But I want you to realize why I want you here."

"I know why," I replied, the icy coldness returning to my voice. "And the answers no, no matter how many times you ask."

"Ask what, Train?" His voice whispered as he came closer to me, staring into my eyes.

"Ask me to-" But I was cut off as he pressed his lips again mine and leaned into me.

His mouth muffled my surprised cry as he pushed me against the headboard and pulled his legs up onto the bed, resting them on either side of my waist as he pulled the sheets off my legs, so that he sat on my lap. He slid his hand behind my neck and pulled me against him, deepening the kiss.

I felt his tongue slide against my lower lip as he continued to kiss him, his free hand sliding against my chest, his fingers sending shivers up my back. I don't know why I didn't push him away, or why I didn't try to escape…I just…sat there and let him do what he wanted. Yes, my body was weak, and yes I was still coming out of the haze that Doctors drugs had put me in, but I knew I had the strength to at least push him off me…but still…I just sat there and let his lips press against mine and his tongue slide into my mouth.

For every word he had said about Sven, Eve, and Rinslet, for every time he had told me they weren't coming for me, this seemed to erase it all. The pain was fading, only to be replaced by a warmth filling my body that I couldn't explain-that I didn't want to admit felt somehow…good.

I leaned into the headboard, my body still stiff as I suddenly felt Creeds hips move against mine. I jerked against him as he pushed down between my legs with his pelvis over and over, grinding hard as he continued to kiss me harder and harder.

I had to pull away from his lips and he pushed harder in between my legs, the strange and new feeling making my body shake slightly. I felt Creeds other hand slide behind my neck before he pulled me into his arms, letting me figure out exactly what this feeling was doing to me without any distraction.

He bent his head lower and brushed his lips against my neck as his lower body began to grind even harder against mine, making my fingers dig into the mattress beneath us. I didn't know how to react to this-I didn't even know what was happening to me. Of course I knew what he was doing to me, I wasn't that dumb, but being in Chronos for most of my life had barred my mind from exploring this sort of thing.

I bit my lower lip as Creeds tongue trailed down my neck, making my body shiver. I should've pushed him off, I should've been telling him to stop, but something in my mind had clouded the reasonability in me and here I was, beginning to enjoy every movement, every feeling, and wondering what was coming next.

"Train," Creeds voice whispered as his lips brushed against my ear, his lower body still moving back and forth rhythmically, sending waves of heat through me. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

It was obvious he was trying hard to keep his voice from shaking, and somehow he was able to sound calm and composed.

"All those years," He breathed into my ear, his hand running up and down my side. "I kept wondering what this would feel like."

I wasn't sure how to react, but it wasn't as though I was reacting at all as I sat beneath him, his body pressed against mine as his motions began to slow.

He knelt over my lap and pulled me away from the headboard before leading me to lie down, my head hitting the pillow as he leaned forward and kissed me again, his tongue in my mouth and his hands wandering over my chest and stomach.

His fingers hooked under my shirt as he grabbed and slid it up, pulling me up slightly so he could slide it over my head. I lay there passively, not reacting, but not refusing his actions. He sat back and gazed down at my now bare upper body. His fingers ran down my tingling skin, the cold air making me shiver as his warm hands wandered from my arms to me chest, then down to my stomach.

I was breathing faster now as his lower body rested against mine and his finger tips grazed over my bare skin. He pulled away and slid his shirt off as well, dropping it to the floor, before leaning forward and kissing me again, his skin brushing against mine and making me jerk beneath him.

"Mmmm, Train," He murmured as he pulled away from my lips and brushed his lips against my collar bones. "You taste so good."

My breath hitched in my chest as he spoke and I wanted to squeeze my legs together as a feeling I couldn't ignore grew stronger and stronger between them. Creed seemed to notice my reaction to his words and smiled, thinking of something I couldn't quite understand.

"Train," He murmured again, leaning up and moving backwards so that he was kneeling over my knees. "I'm going to make you scream. I want to hear you moan my name, to beg for more."

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked at him, suddenly aware that I might not actually want what he had in mind.

"Creed-I-"

"Sh, Train," He spoke softly as his fingers barely touched in between my legs.

That was it-that feeling made me lose it. I fell back into the pillows, resigning to his every whim as he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants before sliding them down my legs and dropping them to the floor. I don't know why I gave in. It wasn't because I realized the situation was impossible to escape from, not to mention inevitable, it wasn't because he was using some sort of power over me-not one that consisted of Tao at least, I couldn't explain it, but somewhere in my mind I realized that what he wanted to do to me wasn't all that bad in the end.

My entire body jerked as his fingers brushed against my boxers, the fabric separating his fingers from me so thin it barely made a difference-I could feel almost everything. I had never let someone touch me there; I hadn't even been willing to let someone get close enough to kiss me-not even Saya. This was all new to me, and I wasn't sure how to react.

His fingers pushed closer to my body until the warmth of his hand was suddenly all too close. He moved back and forth between my legs, spreading them apart so he could get closer, so he could touch more. I jerked and bit my lower lip as his hand moved back and forth, feeling where he wanted, and pressing as hard as he wanted, not that I was about to stop him.

He stopped momentarily as he undid his own pants and slid them off, tossing them to the floor before moving closer and kneeling over me. Is was all I could do not to make some sort of noise as his lower body suddenly pressing against mine, the thin fabric magnifying every feeling-the friction almost unbearable.

I gripped the bed beneath me as he began to grind back and forth over me, his upper body held above me with his hands as he moved faster and faster, back and forth as if his life depended on it. I arched my back as he pushed harder and moved faster, the feelings unbearable to the point where I felt as though I needed to scream to get out how it felt.

"Train," Creed moaned above me as he pushed harder and harder, grinding so fast I could barely control myself as I lay beneath him. "Oh, Train."

I bit my lip harder as the feelings strengthened, his body moving faster and faster until suddenly, he stopped. My body jerked as he pushed himself off me and lay down beside me. Part of me, some sort of animal instinct wanted to jump on top of him and do to him what he had just done to me.

But I barely had any time to think before I cried out in surprise as his hand slid down my boxers and in between my legs. I didn't know anything could feel this good-that someone could do something like this to someone else. He wrapped his fingers around me before running them back and forth, a strange feeling beginning as his movements quickened their pace.

"C-Creed," I whispered as his hand moved faster.

He watched me, his legs squeezed together as his hand moved back and forth faster and faster, my body shaking as his hand worked harder and faster. I spread my legs willingly as the feelings increased, making me arch my back slightly and dig my fingers into the bed.

I wanted to scream as his pace increased in between my legs, moving faster and faster against me and tightening his grip to a point that was far from painful. My legs shook uncontrollably as he twisted his hand and let his fingers linger over the end of me, circling it quickly but lightly, before running up and down me again.

"Ah-ah-ah-" My voice came out in sporadic cries as he worked faster, a smile gracing his face as if he had reached some sort of goal.

I bent forward then fell back against the pillow as my body escalated to some form of pleasure I couldn't even begin to describe. He moved his hand even faster, if that's possible as he moved closer to me, his head on my shoulder and his arm beneath my neck, as his other hand slid back and forth, squeezed harder in between my legs, and made me want to scream.

This wasn't right, I shouldn't have been letting him do this-or acting like this, but something somewhere in me couldn't even fathom stopping him and everything he was doing to me-all the feelings he was giving me. It felt too good-so good in fact that I never wanted him to stop. My body was shaking with pleasure, feeling this for the first time, and he knew it-he knew this was the first interaction like this that I had ever had and he was enjoying every second knowing he would always be the first.

I focused on the feelings between my legs, the pleasure that shot through me and took over my mind-turning me into someone I had never been before. I didn't know it was possible to feel this sort of pleasure yet here I was lavishing in it, twisting with every form of ecstasy that existed, and there was Creed, smiling as he watched my body twist and shake, watched his hand working back and forth between my legs, and listened as my breath sped up.

I couldn't help crying out as something rushed through my body, and pleasure beyond all pleasure took over. I jerked and my back arched as his hand slid up and down once, twice, three, four more times.

"Oh, Creed!" I almost screamed as his hand brought me somewhere I didn't know I could go.

With a jerk and one last cry I fell back into the bed, my body still shaking and sweat beading on my forehead. I breathed in and out, gasps of air filling and exiting my lungs as Creed brought his hand from between my legs and licked the sticky substance off his fingers, smiling at me as he did.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as I watched him, not sure of what had just happened. Why had I let him do that? Now that it was over, now that the feelings were gone I was regretting every moment of it-I was sick with myself, and I wanted to get up and run but my body felt so tired, so weak, that lying there seemed like a much better option.

"Thank you, Train," he whispered as he pulled me against him, my body letting him as my cheek rested against his collar bone. "I've always wondered what you would sound like-how you would feel. There's other things I've wondered about, but for now, let's just sleep."