14AmyChan: I don't own anything~! *^_^*

Eve: so this is where the 'Princess' nickname comes in… am I right?

Train: That's right, Princess~! XD

14AmyChan: let's get on before Eve kills someone… ^^;

"Wasn't that a bit much?" Sven asked the laughing idiot as the mountains of smoke cleared away. He put a cigarette in his mouth.

"Nah" Saya said, taking a part in the laughing. "Fireworks need to be showy…" Saya followed Train into the debris and was followed by Sven. They all got out their favorite guns and decided to run amuck. They were, after all, the distraction…

Rinslet smirked to herself, seeing as no one was watching her. As she breezed her way through the distracted security, she murmured, "While the entire mansion has their eyes on the sweepers, I'll take your research, mister Torneo~!" With that, she zip lined her way into the mansion and expertly slipped her way in and to the basement.

"Train, you're not taking aim, are you?" Sven asked, concerned with the rising number of guards that Train was felling.

"Of course not, they'd cut our fee if I did" Train answered with a smirk.

"THERE THEY ARE!" a guard shouted as a flurry of bullets sent the sweepers ducking for cover. Even as they returned fire, Sven couldn't help but worry over the girl-Eve. As his performance slacked ever-so-slightly, Saya and Train noticed.

"Didn't you want to come to tell that girl something?" Saya asked over the gunfire. "Like a piece of your mind?" Sven wondered how she knew that, but didn't dwell on it. She was right.

"We'll hold them off" Train shouted above the gunfire. "Saya and I are more than enough to hold off these goons!" Sven decided that if he was going to go ahead, it was now or never. As he ran to where Torneo and Eve were, he heard Saya and Train yell "YOU OWE US 10 BOTTLES OF MILK!"

"No, way!" Sven yelled back, gaining an aura of normalcy. "Three each, max!" Sven darted out of the hallway and ran to the patio. From there, he trusted his gut feelings. His gut was telling him two things: Eve is a human. She may not have been given the chance to act like it, but she is human. And they were waiting for him outside.

Sven rushed to offer a second chance.

Train and Saya were still under heavy gunfire back where Sven had left them. There's a lot of gunfire… Train thought as he reloaded his gun. Saya was still shooting. She was scaring some of them off with her reflect shot, too. Both of them knew that there was a lot of smoke in their little hallway, and it wasn't good for the lungs. But to Train, this reminded him of his days working in Chronos, more specifically, with the gay lunatic that caused them to go into hiding.

Gay lunatic… Train thought. The fighting style of these guys-shoot at a distance-was cowardly, just like him. Train heard Saya shoot off another shot. No, he wouldn't put her in that kind of danger again. There was a small break in the firing, so Train walked out from behind his pillar. He could feel his curiosity feeding his rage. Saya got out behind him, unable to be affected by the paralyzing effect that Train was putting on the guards.

W-what? One of the guards' minds was racing. How could one man paralyze all of them? There were thirty of them! No…the guard realized as he watched the monster and his girlfriend pass. Even if there were a hundred of us, we wouldn't be able to beat him! As soon as the enemy passed, everyone ran for the door. No way would they get killed for some guy and his twisted experiment…

"I've been looking for you, Torneo!" Sven yelled as he spat out his cigarette. He was looking at the nice man who had come out to welcome him. Under his fat arm was the little girl that Sven had met earlier that day: Eve. She looked confused, but relieved in some way.

"You brazen fool!" Torneo laughed at Sven. "Sneaking in here the same day Eve sliced through you… you're a monster!" Torneo laughed at Sven, who was feeling some pain from the wound. "But you're not immortal" Torneo sneered. "I can tell by your face, it's so drawn and pale. What's driving you, hm?"

Sven put his hand up to the wound, which was really stinging now. "Hm…" Sven pretended to give it some thought. A bit of sarcasm for the fat man. Then he got to business. "I saw the kid cry. I can't just turn my back…" all of a sudden, he could feel Eve's eyes on him. "That wouldn't be very gentlemanly, would it?"

"What?" Torneo was boiling like a crock pot.

"I'm taking you down!" Sven yelled. "And setting Eve free! That's what's driving me!" Sven stole a glance at Eve, the girl he had only met today. She looked confused. Torneo took use of her silence.

"Do you hear what you're saying?" Torneo composed himself enough to laugh at Sven yet again. "Eve is a product of my research. You can't liberate property." Sven was sure one of his veins snapped. You don't treat a little girl like that.

"Shut up…" he started out quiet to help restrict the rage. Torneo let out a small squeak. That just pissed Sven off even more. He glared at Torneo with every bit of hate and disgust from every edge of the world. "We each decide how to live our lives" Sven's voice dropped to a dangerous tone. Like, hide the children dangerous. "A scum bastard like you has no right to own anyone!"

"Eve!" Torneo was obviously trying to get control of the situation. "Don't listen to him! This man is going to die! Right now!" It was obvious that Torneo was panicking.

"I don't understand…" Sven heard the little girl's voice tremble. Almost as if she were afraid to ask something. "…this word…. 'freedom'…" Sven could see her trembling a little bit. "Does it… does it mean I do what I want?"

"Yes" Sven answered her question directly. Her shivering eased up a bit. Her next words were stronger.

"Then I…" she hesitated for a second, seeming to gather her courage. "wouldn't have to kill anyone anymore?"

"No more killing" Sven smiled in relief. As soon as Torneo went down, she wouldn't kill anyone. She was as scared of him as any child with an abusive father. But she called him an uncle.

"Then I want freedom!" Eve said with determination. Sven was glad. It meant that she could escape this life of killing and begin anew…

Torneo jerked Eve by the back collar of her dress. "As if I'd let you go!" he yelled, obviously pissed off. "I've invested BILLIONS in your creation!" Torneo whipped out a syringe. Something in Sven's gut told him that syringe was a bad thing.

"YOU-!" Sven yelled as he charged forward.

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Sven could tell the almost psychopathic dangerous tone in Torneo's voice. "You can watch from there as I inject the N-S drug into Eve" Torneo's voice was shaking with anticipation and hatred. Sven didn't know what "N-S" was, but he didn't want it anywhere near Eve.

"N-S is a drug that will cause the nanomachines in her systems to go wild" a voice said. Sven looked to the side to find one of Torneo's cronies pointing a gun at him. "It will maximize her transformative powers and her brain functions will slow substantially."

"She'll only follow my orders" Torneo chuckled. "An unstoppable power at my command…" Torneo moved the syringe closer, his hand as steady as his voice wasn't. "Now… Show me your true power!"

"NO!" Sven darted forward, knowing he probably wouldn't make it in time.

14AmyChan: CLIFFIE~! *^_^*

Train: What about the rest of us? Saya and I are hardly in this chapter!

Rinslet: well, at least you've got half-a-page. I've got only two lines!

14AmyChan: I like this part, though…

Sven: You're going to make the lady cry.

Train: cry? No, please don't…!

14AmyChan: T^T

Train: … *looks at Saya* help…

Saya: mint 'n chip?

14AmyChan: yay~! *^_^*

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