Notice: This is written by both Flame800900 and I. Flame will be writing everything Cain and Thomas says and I'll be writing everything Abel says, same as our last story. You guys should know the rules by now... Right? And no we don't own Trinity blood.

Abel looked up weakly. Blackness threatened to take hold of him again but it continued filtering along the edges of his vision. He coughed, blood gathering in his throat making it hard for him to breath. Knowing his luck he had probably injured his back and pierced a lung. At least he could be happy they were on land… He needed to find Cain! Abel bolted up right but immediately doubled over as pain shot up his spine.

The last thing he remembered was the whale. Ignoring the fiery hot pain, Abel looked around. Small waves tumbled onto the sandy floor mere yards away from him. Reef could be seen jutting out of the currents as the waves subsided. Looking to his right a mountain started leaving a steep cliff that ended in a straight drop right into the ocean. If Abel turned he would see that the mountain covered nearly half of the island that he had ended up on.

A groan sounded close by. Abel looked around and saw Cain buried in sand and seaweed.

"Cain are you okay?" Abel asked, their previous argument forgotten about. Abel stood on unsteady feet and tapped his brother lightly with his foot. Right now bending over wasn't an option.

Cain didn't move. There wasn't even a sign of movement from his chest. He'd stopped breathing.

Terror course through Abel's veins. No! No, no, no! This just couldn't be happening! Abel dropped to his knees, ignoring the fire that shot up his back. "Come on Cain, wake up!" he growled as he rolled his brother over.

There was no response. Cain didn't register Abel. He didn't even move.

Gritting his teeth through the pain, Abel swung Cain's arm over his shoulder and began dragging him under the shade of a few tree's. Laying him back on the ground, Abel glared at him. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't run off!" he growled. At the moment he really wanted to kick his brother but that wouldn't get him anywhere.

"It might have still happened," a voice stated above Abel.

Abel looked up but saw no one. "Who's there?" Abel called cautiously, reaching for his gun but his hand fell on empty air.

"No, it would've still happened."

"Care to explain why?" Abel growled as he turned around slowly. Where the hell was that voice coming from.

"Because Cain's, Cain not matter what year it is," stated the voice.

"Year?" Abel repeated, confusion echoed in his voice. This voice was acting like he/ she knew everything but it didn't. Cain came from another dimension, not year! "I think you have your facts mixed up."

"He's always placed little value on his own life," stated another voice, this one was male.

"That time he got himself blown up should be proof enough of that," the first added.

Abel gasped it was- but no it couldn't be- unless- he was hallucinating? Abel turned in a full circle, half expecting a ghost of the past to appear out of no where. Of course no one appeared and the two voices continued taunting him. "Shut up! Get out of my head!" Abel crouched down and put his hands over his ears.

"I don't think we're going away anytime soon, sir," stated the female voice. "But I also don't think we're here to cause you problems."

"Perhaps you just need someone to talk to, or you've gone mad in the past nine centuries."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Abel growled, his voice getting quieter with each word. It was just a hallucination! They'd be gone as soon as he got a hold of himself!

"All right, but that doesn't mean Tabitha's going away," stated the male.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Nothing, my love."

Abel slowly moved his hands away from his ears. A slight buzz sounded, telling him that Tabitha or Kayson could start talking any minute they wanted. He shivered a little, it had been so long since he had a hallucination, last time it had been of Lilith blaming him for her death. They always started off happy but the longer they lasted the more horrible they got.

"Look, I'm not here to cause you grief. Perhaps your mind just wants you to have someone to speak with," Tabitha suggested.

"I'm not grieving!" Abel yelled even when he knew Tabitha spoke the truth.

"I didn't say you were," Tabitha stated with a huff.

"What do you want?" Abel spat. If she was going to accuse him of something he might as well get it over with.

"Just to talk."

Abel growled at that, he just couldn't bring himself to believe her. "I don't want to talk!" He growled as he spun around and marched up to the foot of the mountain.

"You're just going to leave your brother?"

"Of course not!" Abel spat. "But even if I did, he wouldn't be in any danger seeing as there's no one here!"

"But it still doesn't seem like a good idea," Tabitha stated.

"And I'm not going to listen to a voice in my head," Abel retorted.

Looking at the trees around him none of them bared any fruit. As if hearing his mental complaint his stomach growled in hunger. There also wasn't any forms of life except for the birds that hovered over head. Great, just great. He was stuck on an island surrounded by water and his only source of food was birds! Most of a birds body mass was nothing more than it's feathers, and Abel couldn't fathom eating feathers. Then of course he could catch a few fish but that would mean getting wet!

"I'm going to die of hunger," Abel muttered to himself as he started hiking up the mountain. Hopefully there was something he could eat there.

"There's food higher up," stated Kayson.

"I thought you were going to leave me alone," Abel muttered darkly.

"I was, but you said you were going to starve to death," Kayson explained.

Abel groaned, "I wish it were that easy." If he could actually die of hunger he would have died ages ago! Unfortunately he hadn't starved himself enough to have died… if it was even possible for him to die of hunger.

"That doesn't sound like a pleasant way to go," stated Tabitha.

"I've gone through countless things and I haven't died yet," Abel pointed out. "If I can't die from having my heart blasted then I don't think I'll ever die. Besides, I may want death but death obviously doesn't want me. Plus I'm not suicidal."

"Really? One: that sounded as if you've tried several times. Two: what the hell?! Who ripped apart your heart? Point me at them and I'll kill them!" Tabitha growled.

"One: I didn't try... it just happened and two: I think you're forgetting that you're dead yourself," Abel replied imitating Tabitha's voice.

"Well, that's just immature!" Tabitha huffed.

"Thank you, I've been getting that a lot lately."

Abel rolled his eyes as Tabitha continued yelling in his ear... or was it his head? He wasn't sure anymore, it sounded so real. Sighing, Abel jumped over the next few feet since this part of the mountain seemed to have had a land slide. The sound of a water fall could be heard right behind a large shrub that blocked the rest of the mountain from his view.

"Sir are you even listening to me?" Tabitha asked as Abel began pushing the over grown bush, trying to get through it.

"Of course I am. It's not like I can just plug my head like I would to my ears," Abel answered.

"Ha-ha, very funny."

"I wasn't trying to be funny," Abel muttered, finally on the other side of the bush.

"I know that," Tabitha snapped.

"Whatever you say," Abel said. He took a quick glance around. The water fall pounded into a lake a little bit away, along the sides stood the tallest tree's that Abel had ever seen, they must have made up at least half of the mountains height. It was no wonder he got here so fast!

"Nice view, isn't it?" another voice asked. This one didn't belong to either Tabitha or Kayon.

"Oh, great. Another voice!" Abel yelled sarcastically, not even bothering to look for the source this time. "And to add to that the nearest fruit is about fifty feet up... Great... I thought you said there was food up here Kayson."

A dagger flew over Abel's head and knocked several fruits from the tree.

"Dad!" Abel yelped as he turned to face Thomas. "What... but I thought you were-" Abel cut off at the face Thomas was giving him. "Never mind."

"Back with the others? Or a voice in your head?" Both of Thomas' eyebrows rose. "Don't worry I am very real, my son."

"Both," Abel said after awhile, not really trusting anything or anyone at the moment.

Thomas sighed and retrieved his dagger. "Well, I guess I understand why you wouldn't want to trust me right now. Just know I wasn't expecting to see you here either."

"Why are you here then?" Abel asked as Thomas tossed one of the fruit at him.

"I was following someone else and lost him around here."

Abel nodded his head absently as he tossed the fruit up and caught it. Well at least he knew that Thomes was real now. After all he could touch the fruit and Thomas had thrown it at him... Now if only he could get Tabitha and Kayson to stop their chatter he wouldn't feel like a nut case.

"And that would be..."

"I saw Isaak head out this way, but lost him. I was trying to find him when I saw you heading up this way. Honestly I would rather run into you than Isaak."

"Okay..." Abel said uncertainly.

"How did you end up here anyway?" Thomas asked.

"Cain was being an idiot and decided to go swimming!" Abel growled.

"Perhaps he had his reasons for wanting to drown himself," Thomas stated.

"I can't think of anything."

"Nor can I, but this isn't our Cain and he..." Thomas trailed off. "Where is Cain?"

"He's sleeping at the base of this mountain," Abel replied, not understanding why Thomas seemed so agitated.

"You just left him there?" Thomas leapt to his feet and started down the path Abel had taken up here. "Isaak might be after him!"

"No one else is on this island!" Abel defended himself. Plus his back was injured and he really didn't think he could have made it up here if he had to carry Cain.

"Isaak might be!" Thomas shouted as he raced down the mountain.

Abel grunted in response he picked up speed and raced past Thomas. He made a sharp turn, guessing that it would be faster rather than following the trail back. A scent hit him; Isaac was here. Cursing his bad luck, Abel entered haste and leapt into he clearing.

Isaak stood before Cain. He looked towards Abel as the ground began to vanish under Isaak. Cain and Isaak were vanishing. Before Abel could reach them, they were gone.

"Cain!" Abel yelled as he punched the ground. Damn it! He shed a few frustrated tears. "Damn it Cain!"

XXX

"I've got Cain my lord. I didn't think it wise to go after 02- Abel since he... had company," Isaac bowed to 01 but kept a weary eye on 02.

"Whoa! Really?!" 01 exclaimed and knelt down by the other Cain. Somehow he had a stick in his hand and started to poke that Cain with the stick. "He's out cold, no fun," 01 pouted.

"He did take quite a beating, Mein heir. From what I've gathered he may have broken his neck," Isaac commented. "He'll take quite a while to fully heal... without the use of blood."

"Go get some," 02 harshly ordered as he leapt from his seat and gathered Cain into his arms. 02 walked deeper into the dark chambers before laying him down on the bed.

"Ah, I wanted to poke him some more," 01 complained, sticking out his lower lip. "You're no fun 02. No fun at all."

"You're immature. If you must poke someone, go poke yourself," 02 retorted sharply. He then began chaining Cain's arms to the headboard. He didn't want anymore surprises like the last time.

"I was poking myself!" 01 exclaimed, throwing the stick at 02's head.

02 growled under his breath, why he put up with 01 was a mystery to him... "If you dare do that again I will-"

"The blood sir," Isaac chose then to reappear. He held a tray with a wine bottle and a glass cup.

"He-he," 01 laughed. "I'll let you have all your fun then 02." With that 01 stood and strode from the room. A few moments later Isaak joined him. "That 02's starting to get really annoying," 01 scowled. "I'm heading to the underground. Perhaps I'll find the blueprints there, and won't need to rely on 02 any more."

"If that's what you wish Mein Herr."

XXX (A day later)

Abel released his grip on Thomas and deactivated the crusnik. He really hated activating it for these types of things. It couldn't be helped though, Cain was in danger and the only way to get off that island fast enough was to fly. Of course Abel had his suspicions that Thomas could have just teleported them back to the inn but his father didn't mention anything. Plus Abel really wasn't in the mood to try it out anyway.

"Do you have any clue where Isaac could have taken him?" Abel asked hurriedly. If Thomas didn't know then Abel would need to go back to the bar and figure out where 01's hideout could be,

"If I knew that, I wouldn't need to track the man." Thomas paused before saying, "If our Cain has suffered damage in the past he might be looking to clone his body. To make one that isn't damaged he'd need the original blueprints. We could try the underground."

"You mean the sewers?" Abel asked dumbly.

"No, I mean the UN base under us," Thomas stated. "You honestly don't remember the base you were born in...?"

"Nope," Abel lied. Of course he remembered it! Pure hell is what it was. Tests, test and more tests! Oh, and he could never forget the needles!

Thomas sighed. "You've only gotten worse at lying, Abel," he stated before starting off. "If you want to avoid the base, I don't blame you. I just have a feeling that's where we'll find 01 and Isaak."

"Okay fine," Abel mumbled, "but I'm telling the truth when I say I don't know how to get in there." Abel shivered slightly, if somebody came at him with a needle right now, he wasn't sure what he would do. He silently followed Thomas threw the prongs of buildings, then it hit him. "Please don't tell me we're going to the underground ghetto," Abel begged. "There has got to be another entrance."

"There are very few ways to get there. The most direct route is through the ghetto."

Abel sighed, this was turning out to be one of his worst weeks ever. First he went swimming and now he's going to the UN's base. The only way this could possible get any worse was if scientists were down there.

"I know you don't have many good memories of the place," Thomas started. "But not every moment you spent there was bad."

"All I can remember are the bad ones," Abel replied. Sure he had a few good memories but all of them were crushed once he remembered what caused them or what happened before or after it. He couldn't name a single day when nothing bad happened in this base, or for that matter any UN base he had ever gone to.

"There was the time you threw Seth a little party. Do remember that?" Thomas asked.

"Of course I do!" Abel yelled, how could he forget? His eyes narrowed, "so maybe I have a few good memories..."

Thomas smiled at Abel. "Some of the best days of my life were in the UN bases with the four of you."

"Even though you needed to hide?" Abel asked quietly.

Thomas shrugged. "I'd hidden for most of my life. Being in the UN didn't change that fact. The four of you made the world seem all the brighter."

Abel snorted at that. "You can't be serious, with the way I used to act-" Abel cut off chuckling. "I probably made your life harder," Abel said between breaths, remembering the time he had ruined one of Thomas experiments.

"Hmm, not really," Thomas said, giving Abel a soft smile. "I never really cared when you wrecked something or were being difficult. It was just your way of saying you didn't like where you were."

"Sure," Abel smirked and rolled his eyes.

"We can take a back entrance in through the ruins," Thomas suggested. "I don't fancy going through the palace or the river to get there, do you?"

"Back entrance is fine," Abel agreed.

Thomas led the way out of the city and towards some ruins. "It's sad, I remember when this was actually a building," Thomas sighed as he approached the wall in question. "Would you like to do the honors or should I?"

"Allow me," Abel smirked. He placed a hand on the wall where the scanner was then lowered his head and opened his right eye. A bright blue light shined through, and it was almost impossible not to blink. "Lieutenant Abel Nightlord, ID: UNASF94-8-RMOC-666-02AK." The door slid open. "After you," Abel said with a mock bow.

Thomas moved into the shadows of the old base and pulled out one of his daggers. The soft green light filled the stairs which led downwards. "Hmm, it looks lower down there might be lights on. Odd," he muttered more to himself than to Abel.

Silence fell over the two as they continued down the dusty stair case, only broken by the echo of their footsteps. Cob webs littered the roof and floor. Abel smirked, it looked like the base had been uninhabited since the Armageddon. The buzzing silence filled Abel's ears, then something interrupted it.

Abel grabbed Thomas' collar and threw him into a smaller hallway. "Someone's here," Abel whispered. Judging by the smell and light footsteps it was a methuselah.

Thomas sighed and side stepped Abel. "Show yourself, we know you're there."

"If it's a scientist..." Abel murmured, just as a man with blond hair and grey eyes stepped into the hall. He eyed Thomas then turned his gaze on Abel's hiding spot. Sighing Abel revealed himself.

The new comer looked from Thomas to Abel and back again. He seemed to be sizing them up, taking in very detail. "Who are you?" he asked at last.

"I'm Father Nightroad and this man has a lead on the mission I've just received," Abel motioned toward Thomas. "We have reason to believe that the leader of a terrorist group is staying here. Now if you'll excuse me, we must get going."

The man's eyes narrowed. "How'd you get down here?" he asked.

Damn he didn't think about that. "Hacked the door," Abel said, deciding to go with a half truth. At least it was more believable then saying that the door had already been open.

"Right? So seeing the emperor's name and codes was just a mistake then?" the man asked, both eyebrows raised.

"Emperor?" Abel questioned, playing dumb. So maybe he should have said that the door had been open. "Listen Mr.-"

"Virgil Walsh."

"Right. Well Mr. Walsh, we really must get going. This particular individual is extremely dangerous," Abel explained as he grabbed Thomas' arm and began tugging his dad away from the man.

"Emperor?" Thomas also asked. "Dangerous?" he sighed. "Whatever."

"Hold it!" Virgil ordered as he stepped into Abel's path. "You might be a priest from the vatican but that doesn't give you grounds to trespass into the ghetto's, even if you say there's a terrorist here. Not to mention you're bringing in your lead source. Tell me; does the vatican usually put civilians in danger?" Virgil motioned to Thomas.

"One: I'm not in danger. Two: the ghetto as you called it was once a UN base. We're only here to go to the levels your people wouldn't be living on now."

At the moment Abel really felt like killing his dad. Instead he just settled for face-palming and shaking his head while he tried to get rid of the oncoming headache. Would it really kill Thomas to not be so blunt? Abel mentally groaned and felt both men's eyes on him. His life was officially over. If Cain made it out of this alive Abel would personally make sure his brother regretted running off on his own... then he'd give Thomas, his OWN dad, a lecture of the Empires history so nothing like this ever happened again! That was of course if he even lived long enough to see another day.

"You're him aren't you?" Virgil asked.

Abel slowly looked up and moved his hand away from his face. "I have no clue what you're talking about."

Somehow without Virgil noticing, Thomas passed Abel vial of red liquid. It was a blunt hint to knock Virgil out and perhaps even make the man forget about meeting Abel and Thomas down here.

"No, this priest isn't the emperor. He's more likely to trip over his own feet than be able to lead the Methuselah into battle," Thomas stated. "The knowledge of this place can be easy to come by. I stumbled on it awhile back when I was closer to the empire."

"Uh-huh," Virgil said with distrust.

Abel sighed as he glanced at Thomas who nodded his head, signaling for him to knock the man out. "Sorry about this," Abel mumbled as he raced forward. Virgil took a step back and his nails lengthened. Swerving away from the attack, Abel quickly caught the man's wrist and locked his head in a grapple hold.

"What!" Virgil growled as he struggled against Abel's grip.

Muttering another apology Abel uncapped the vile and put it to Virgil's lips. Virgil chocked on the liquid and tried to spit it out but Abel quickly clamped the man's mouth shut. Soon, Virgil's struggled became weaker and finally he slumped over.

"You know this could have been avoided if you just stayed hidden," Abel grumbled.

Thomas shrugged. "He knew we'd opened the door. He would've found us even if we tried to remain hidden. In the end coming out of hiding was really the only option. Though," - Thomas placed his hand on his chin - "I honestly didn't expect him to connect your last name to the emperor's. Even if you are the emperor, most people should believe the emperor dead by now."

"He is dead," Abel stated. He gently laid Virgil down and proceeded down the hall. Hopefully their wasted time wouldn't have put Cain in any more danger than he already was.

"No, he just won't remember running into us." Thomas shrugged again. "We should hurry. 01 might already be at the base if he's down here at all."

"Not Virgil, I meant the Emperor," Abel said quietly, but really didn't want to pursue the topic much longer. "By the way, were did you get that drug?"

"Ah," Thomas rubbed his head. "Should've known that was who you were talking about. Just hard to see you as dead now that I know you're alive... I'd just assumed the emperor was your son or something like that." Thomas paused, "As for the drug, I made it. I have two left."

"My son?" Abel chuckled at the thought of Aran or Azul being the Emperor. "I don't have any kids, at least not anymore. Both passed, a few centuries ago. I adopted them," Abel explained at Thomas' questioning look. "My kind can't have kids."

"Yes, but at the time I didn't know you were a crusnik. And I know you could have had children before being fused," Thomas stated. "Though, it's nice to know you adopted two kids." Thomas sighed as he started off down the hall. It was a heavy, warn sigh. "It would've been nice to meet them."

"Why? Want grandkids?" Abel teased. It was hard talking about Aran and Azul.

Thomas choked on a laugh. "I think we're both a little old for that, Abel." He sighed and looked around the old base. "Just being back here reminds me of how much the world's changed. Even if there's still no peace, it's far better than what the UN did to our world or what Isaak did."

Abel nodded his agreement. "Even if the Empire and Vatican never go through with a peace treaty at least the world today is better off than what it used to be like when the UN still existed."

"Though a peace treaty would be nice. It would be nicer if you no longer had to hid," Thomas stated, giving Abel a small, tired smile. There seemed to be something Thomas wasn't telling Abel, but Abel didn't know what it was his father could be hiding.

"It would be, but I don't think the world will ever accept me. Humans might except the existence of crusniks but they wouldn't accept me."

Thomas sighed. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, but saying more would be a waste of breath. I doubt you'd believe me no matter what I say."

Abel shook his head, signaling that the conversation was over. It had gotten much to uncomfortable for his liking. Hell, he almost told Thomas things that he hadn't even told Cain yet! Abel stopped at a fork in the hall before finally deciding to take the right side. He was slowly beginning to remember the layout of this base. If they were right, 01 would either be where they kept the blueprints or in one of the larger rooms that had rejuvenation chambers.

"I'll check where the blueprints are and-and delete them if 01's not there," Thomas seemed to force out the fact he was going to delete the blueprints.

"Catch," Abel said as he tossed Thomas an ear peace, much like the one he was wearing on his own ear. "It's a radio. If you need help just put your hand to it."

"Thanks." Thomas put on the ear piece before clapping Abel's shoulder. "Just make sure you don't push yourself. You're still injured."

"How-" Abel asked, but Thomas was already heading in the opposite direction.

Shaking his head, Abel continued walking down the hall he was in. He made sure to avoid the halls leading toward one of the main exists as he knew he'd be met with the corpse of people from nations, pre-Armageddon. Rounding the corner he was met with a staircase leading to the basement.

"Well, this is a surprise, father."

Abel glared into the shadows, his eyes easily piercing it to see Isaak. "Where's Cain?" Abel demanded, getting straight to the point.

"Mein herr isn't here at the moment. Neither of them are. As to their location... well, I'd never give it away to you, Father."

"Tell me," Abel spat as he entered haste and slammed Isaak into a wall while holding the collar of his suit.

A demon took hold of Abel. They clawed at his hands and pulled him from Isaak. Isaak brushed off his clothes. "You know, I'd have thought Thomas would've raised you better, Father."

"He's taught me enough to know an enemy when I see one," Abel replied, wrenching his wrists out of the demon's grasp.

"Hmm, would you defend him if you knew the full truth behind your creation and his?" Isaak asked.

"If he wants to tell me, he will. I'll only judge him then," Abel growled.

"You know," Isaak started, "Thomas is the only person who's ever memorized your individual blue prints."

Edging away from the demon Abel said, "and your point?" before punching the demon, causing it to melt back into the shadows. Whipping back to the ridiculous man, Abel felt his claws rip through his fingertips. A small part of him wanted to listen to what Isaak had to say but he pushed the thought away. So what, if Thomas memorized his blue prints!

Isaak spread out his arms. Demons swarmed up from the shadows, surrounding Abel. "Come now, I know you're not as dim as you pretend to be. Just think one moment and you'll see my 'point.'"

"Nothing's coming to mind," Abel answered after a moment, slashing the demons one at a time. Damn it! If only he hadn't been injured! His eyes widened as one demon slammed into his back, pain shot through him as he flew forward. He only stopped when he crashed into the wall.

Isaak laughed as the demons pinned Abel there. "Honestly, think."

Pain spiked through his arms as they were crushed against the wall. His bone's gave a sickening cracking sound but he ignored it. "Go to hell!" Abel growled. He could feel the crusnik pushing against his mind, fighting for control. "So Thomas has the blueprints. What of it? They can never truly be destroyed? I already knew that, and I also know that Thomas would never give the blueprints to 01."

"That's what you think, but I know his weakness."

"If you dare hurt him..." Abel let the threat hang in the air. Fangs peeked out of his lips as he struggled out of the demons hold. Knocking them back with a sweep of his leg. It irked him that Isaak seemed to be playing with him. In the state he was in, the man could have easily knocked him out.

"You'll what? Right now, even you, a god, is in no state to be making threats."

"I'm no god," Abel stated as he inched toward another part of the wall. He made sure to keep all the demons in front of him, there was about twenty in total.

"What else would you call yourself?"

"Not a god," Abel said as his hand brushed against the cold metal wall. An extra compartment slid out of the wall just as Isaak ordered his ghouls to stop him. Abel smirked as he pulled out a dusty old relic, a rifle.

Isaak moved his hand. A shield appeared before him. The shot came to naught against the shield. "You're one of the four crusniks. The god the carnage."

Abel rolled his eyes, saving his breath. He could yell at Isaak all he wanted about not calling him a god but the man wouldn't listen. For someone who was supposedly older than Abel, Isaak was an idiot. All of this 'god' talk was nothing more than lies 01 had fabricated for him. Oh well. The rifle had served it's purpose. Isaak had raised his shields and now couldn't attack Abel.

Swinging the rifle over his shoulder, Abel pulled out a grenade and launched it over Isaaks head, right at his shields bald spot. "See yah later!" Abel called as he sprinted toward the exit. His hand slammed against a panel and the door shut right when the grenade went off. The base shook and dust cascaded to the ground. The sound of the explosion was dimmed thanks to the enclosed area, but if anyone else was down here they would have heard it.

Not a minute passed when Abel skidded to a stop. A dark spot appeared on the ground and from it a figure grew, trailing black liquid. It dripped from his long hair. "You shouldn't be so quick to leave, Father," Isaak stated as he straightened before Abel.

Abel fired the gun on Isaak, each bullet being deflected by his shield. "Going to scold me about my manners now?" Abel taunted as his eyes searched for any means of escape.

Isaak didn't reply. The man only raised the demons from the shadows once more. It was as if Isaak wasn't trying to kill Abel or even capture him. There was no reason behind the man's moves.

The only way to escape was to get past Isaak and continue down the hall, the nearest fork was over thirty yards away. Abel backed against the wall as the demon's advanced on him. He aimed the rifle at them but didn't shoot. He only had a few cartridges as it was. If he destroyed these demons then all he'd succeed in doing is creating more since Isaak seemed to have an infinite supply of them.

What did Isaak want!? The question was practically screamed into Abel's mind. What did he want! If he had wanted to capture him or kill him Isaak could have done so already! A growl grew in Abel's throat as the shadow creature neared him. He knew they were just mindless drones that wouldn't understand the meaning of the growl but he did so anyway. Without warning, Abel lashed out at the nearest demon making it fade back into the shadows.

"Stop toying with me!" Abel snapped. His eyes narrowed on Isaak who coldly smiled at him. It was do or die. Abel glanced toward the hall. He hated running but in his condition he didn't have many options.

"No matter how far you run or where you go, I'll find you," Isaak stated seeming to read Abel's mind. "It doesn't matter where you go in this base."

"Go to hell," Abel growled but his resolve was already fading. The crusnik whispered to him, telling him to activate it. No! He wouldn't do that, it was too dangerous. The crusnik could easily take control in his condition. "If you're going to do something then do it already, damn it! Tell me what the hell you want!" his patients were wearing thin.

"What would you do if we got ahold of the blue-prints?" Isaak asked.

What kind of question was that? Obviously he'd go after them to destroy it. Not to mention they still had Cain. "Depends on what blueprints you're talking about."

"Ah, yes, that."

"That what?"

"You would destroy the blue-prints even if it meant killing Thomas?"

"So you are after Thomas then?" Abel asked.

"Could you really kill your own father?" Isaak asked in a bored voice.

"Shut up!" Abel growled. He fired off a round at the demons as he charged at Isaak, only for the shield to intercept his fist. "I won't kill Thomas, or any other human for that matter."

"You don't consider yourself human. Why consider Thomas human? He based your blueprints off of his."

Abel wasn't human, how could someone like him be considered human? True, Thomas was enhanced and had been born that way. However the main difference was Abel wasn't born, he was created... but then were did that put his siblings? And Lilith? He couldn't file them under the same category as he did himself.

"Thomas is human," Abel stated with a slight growl. "The way he came into this world was natural, mine was not."

"Natural?" Both of Isaak's eyebrows raised. "He was created through the same methods used to create you and your siblings. The only different between you and him, is the fact he ended up being an immortal instead of aging at a slower rate. True his 'father' and 'mother' used some of their gentics to create him, but if you're not human than neither is he."

"You act like you're bothered by my belief," Abel stated a smug look on his face. If he couldn't hit the man at least he could irritate him mentally. "Let's say he isn't human, then would he be a god like how you seemed to believe I am?"

"No, he's imperfect."

"No ones perfect. The Vatican's God isn't perfect, Christianity started off as a cult. Greek gods had their faults, and killed their own children. Buddha-" Abel was cut short as he was slammed against the wall.

"Not what I'm getting at. A god, a true god, must first feel the cold, harsh truth of death before they're reborn as a god. They can't be born immortal. They must first suffer as they see everything they know being ripped from him. Plus be genetically perfect like you are."

"Then what about Jesus?"

"A simple story, but the method is mostly there."

"You're insane," Abel grumbled.

"Am I?" Isaak asked in a bored voice. "Perhaps it's just enlightenment."

Abel shook his head, signaling that he didn't care. His guns had been wrenched away from him by the demons and he honestly didn't want to try pounding on Isaak's shield. He didn't know how many more times he could get thrown against the wall before he lost consciousness. Then again the only time Isaak really attacked him was when he attacked first. "Are you going to tell me what you want now? We've wasted a good hour on pointless talking." Abel frowned, it shouldn't have taken Thomas that long to delete the blueprints.

Isaak smiled. "'Wasted' is a matter for debate, Father."

God, Abel wished Thomas was here right now. He just didn't know how to deal with this lunatic. "I learned what a perfect human is, big whoop," Abel scoffed.

Isaak ignored this and lifted his hand to the radio. "Yes, Mein Herr," he stated. Lowering his hand, he looked at Abel. "It would seem my time here is at an end. I must say it wasn't a disappointment to see this side of you, Father." Isaak bowed as the ground began to swallow him. Before Abel react, Isaak was gone.

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"Oi! We've got him! Didn't I tell you we could, I did, I did!" an overly cheerful voice sang. It was hazy thanks the to the pounding in Cain's head but he could still tell it was 01.

"Very good, 01," 02 stated.

Did they have Abel? Dear Lord, he hoped not. If they got Abel it would be the end. Cain slitted open his eyes. What he saw in place of his brother was - was Thomas. Why the hell were 01 and 02 after Thomas?

"Yep!" 01 sang happily but then frowned, he turned to Isaak. "It would have saved us a lot more trouble if you caught the other 02 as well, Isaak," 01 said pointedly with a slight pout.

"He can wait. With the doctor and the DNA of my 01, you can make yourself a new body."

"I suppose," 01 sighed, but immediately perked up soon after. "Hey, hey, when do you think he'll wake up?" 01 pointed at Cain, but didn't bother turning his head toward him.

Cain forced his eyes to remain closed even as he heard 01 move towards him.

"Leave him be for now, 01," stated 02. "We need to finish the labs before bothering him as it is. Leave the human here as well."

01 huffed. "Fine," he whined and Cain heard him kicking the ground as if disappointed. The sound of footsteps grew distant and soon Cain could only hear the light breathing of Thomas.

Cain opened his eyes. His arms were bound at an uncomfortable angle and his wrists were starting to go numb. Laying on the ground by the bed was Thomas. His hands bound to the bed as well and blood trickling from a head wound.

"Thomas," Cain hissed.

Thomas groaned. He moved before opening his eyes into slits. "Where-" he looked around before a small breath escaped him. "Cain, do you know where this base is located?"

"No," Cain stated. "Like you, I was unconscious when they brought me here." Cain hesitated, "We might be able to escape." He hated using his other form, but their might not be another way out of this mess.

Thomas looked at him. His light green eyes were clouded with thought and a small frown pulled at his lips. "No," he said at last, "I would rather you save your strength then waste it now. We'll think of another way and only use the crusnik as a last resort."

Cain nodded.

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Abel collapsed onto the couch, ignoring the look of horror on Lilith'f face. William and Asthe were there too, but he was only bothered by the fact Lilith had to see him like this. Somehow he had managed to get back to the inn without any incidents.

In his life, he had been stabbed, burned, shot at, hanged, and many other forms of bodily harm, and yet this must have been the worst pain he had ever felt. It wasn't the fact he was loosing a lot of blood that hurt, but the fact he had let Thomas down. He couldn't find his father anywhere, and now he had to deal with his worried friends. Emotional pain sucked the most.

"Abel what happened!" Lilith asked as she abandoned her conversation with William and Asthe and rushed over to him. She lightly dabbed a cloth over his bloodied cheek. Abel tried sinking further into the couch, wishing it would swallow him whole.

"Cain and Thomas were captured," Abel muttered and Lilith gasped. Abel clenched his eyes shut, he let all of them down.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, that was mostly my fault. I'm really hating sports right now, especially pools! I nearly got drowned during water polo the other day. Anyway, thanks for the wait.

Reima-of-the-kells: Thanks for the review. Yes, its a whale! And I'm also hoping that the siblings relationship will heal with time... and I would tell you if it'll happen or not, but~ that would ruin the whole story. As for the dying? Well, Cain sorta half died in this chapter.

Mokatty: Hmm, does this count as a cliffhanger? I'm not really sure.