here is the next chapter original draft made by Black Pitbull remade into end result by Kazumi silverwolf hatake enjoy readers...

CHRISTIAN

As Christian zoomed down the busy highway, professionally maneuvering the bike pass ongoing traffic, he maintained the maximum speed of Elijah's motorcycle. He continued to fly pass several vehicles, unaware that he was coming up to a pair of squad cars that were heading in the same direction. It wasn't until the sound of sirens, along with the all-too-familiar flashing red and blue lights, that he realized that the unmarked cars were in fact law enforcement motor vehicles. Knowing that they weren't the only ones around, he took a quick glance behind him to find several cars hastily approaching him.

"The term "persistent" would be an understatement for these assholes." Christian growled under his breath as he continued to avoid the cars before him. As he did so, several of them honked their horns, sounding irritated. He simply ignored them as he disappeared down the interstate.

Taking the next exit, Christian continued to speed down the ramp but had to come at an abrupt stop. The ramp had split into two different directions, but the way he needed to go, traffic was almost at a standstill. Not feeling up to being stuck in traffic, especially not while he was on a motorcycle and being chased by the local police, Christian decided to take the other route. As he made a U-turn, he was careful not to hit any of the cars around him. Christian was being careful not to scratch, or crash for that matter, Elijah's motorcycle, which was a bit surprisingly. Normally, a soldier would care less about scratching a vehicle, let alone worry about crashing it.

After successfully making it out the traffic jam, Christian rode down the second ramp with the multiple police cruisers tailing him. Hoping to lose them, Christian ripped through a nearby mall parking lot, to which the police foolishly follow him through. Civilians, who were minding their own business, were startled as the vehicles whipped pass them at amazing speeds. Instead of returning to the main highway, or any street for that matter, Christian continued forward and eventually ended up driving along a dirt road which led him straight into a nearby forest. It was a miracle that he hadn't been knocked off the bike by any of the low hanging branches while he sped through the area. Eventually, he made it to the other side and found himself on a different section of the highway. Glancing back, he found no sign of any police cruisers, which told him he successfully lost them. Good.

Seeing that it was safe for the moment, Christian slowed his speed and matched it to the legal speed limit within that area. Now he just had to focus on the road and nothing more. After driving down the paved road in peace for a solid fifteen minutes, his silence was disturbed by a familiar ringing inside his mind.

He carefully lifts his hand to touch his ear while he used the other to keep the bike balanced. After tapping his ear, he placed his hand back onto the handle bar.

"Talk…" Christian answered in a stern, but somewhat laid back, tone. He had expected the individual on the other end to call after he drove up next to them.

"What the hell were you thinking!?" Raiden's mechanical voice yelled in an angered tone inside Christian's head, causing the young male to cringe in pain.

"Jeez… dad, calm down. If you wanted a turn, all you needed to do was ask." Christian joked, but he knew his adopted father wasn't laughing. He knew he didn't even allow a smirk to grace his lips.

"Otacon just informed me that officers reported spotting a blonde haired male, who ranged between the ages of seventeen to nineteen, stealing a red motorcycle and was currently resisting arrest." Raiden exclaimed in anger. It was clear that he was beyond aggravated by Christian's sudden actions. "You wouldn't happen to know of the one responsible for this, do you?"

"From the sound of that description, it could be anyone." Christian answered in a somewhat teasing tone. "Anyway, I'm going on ahead. I'll meet you at Ghost's." Christian added, his tone sounding more serious this time. After ending the connection, Christian sped forward. As he did, he was completely unaware of the three girls from earlier, who were currently following him. They kept a good distance, not wanting to tip him off and make him think that he was being followed.

ELIJAH (GHOST)

After being out for no longer than a few minutes, ten at the most, Elijah awoke to find himself in a bowing position. No doubt this made it hard for him to get a good look at his surroundings or the individuals responsible for capturing him. Seeing that it was close to impossible to see any of their faces, without alerting them, Elijah started focusing on the physical aspects of the one who was closer to him. He looked strong and a bit bulky, as if his body was sculpted by hand. He also noticed the handle of a sheathed knife that was secured around his thigh. Elijah quickly assumed that he must have been a trained mercenary. Hell, he had to be since he easily caught him off guard and knocked him out with just using a few moves. And it was because of this assumption that Elijah started weighting out his options. His instincts, which he had relied on in the past, started to kick in. Those instincts gave him one, endless thought… Kill them before they kill him.

Then, without hesitation, Elijah quick grabbed a hold of the trench coat wearing stranger's knife, snatching it out of its sheath in the process. The moment he did so, he also delivered a swift elbow to their jaw.

Once he saw the man was stunned, Elijah acted on impulse and stabbed the male straight in his chest a few good times. The action caused a horrible scrapping sound as strange silver/clear liquid splattered out of the wounds and onto his face. Not wasting any more time on the man, who he presumed was dead by now; Elijah aimed to stab the other individual who sat on the other side of the unconscious person he spotted earlier. He would have gotten them if the person hadn't caught his wrist, keeping the blade away from him.

Suddenly, the individual used his free hand to catch Elijah by his head, slamming it down onto the plastic arm rest that sat in between the passenger and driver seats. Elijah's head was brought up and the next thing he knew, something hard collided with his skull. It felt like a brick or a piece of cinderblock. (Kind of ironic that this all took place inside the vehicle.) Whatever it was, it did its job and knocked Elijah to the edge of losing consciousness. Elijah could only look through blurred vision as he fought to keep himself awake.

"Damn it… You didn't call him a savage for nothing." The male, who Elijah thought had killed, stated with a hint of surprise in his tone. "He was like some kind of provoked, predatory animal."

"Strange… that dosage we gave him should have kept in out for a least a couple of hours." Said a familiar rough voice he remembered hearing that morning.

"Ha! The savage got you, Raiden?" He heard someone asked, this voice sounding even more familiar then the last. If he didn't know any better, he almost sounded like Mr. Woods. "Wow, I'm impressed. Now I see why he was given the nickname Ghost. It's the perfect name for him."

As Elijah continued to drift out of consciousness, he started to hear the roar of an engine. That's when it hits him. That was the sound of his motorcycle, he was sure of it. And it was that sound that brought him back to reality, but for only a brief moment. Before long, he was out of it. The last thing he remembered hearing before he was sent to oblivion was the second man yelling angrily to no one in particular.

ERIN

Dream/Flashback…

Erin found herself roaming through a large tropical rain forest, and just like before, she wasn't alone. However, instead of seeing Elijah there, this time around, there were three strange girls following her as she led the way. She had no idea who these girls were or why they were following her in the first place. Hell, she had no idea where she was heading.

"Wolf, where are we going?" someone behind her asked in a complaining tone. Remaining silent, the group continued to trudge forward.

"Wewe huko….. Kuacha!" (You there, stop!) Yelled a young male. The group paused in their tracks as they spotted a couple of young boys standing before them. Both were brandishing AK-47s. They looked to be no older than fifteen.

The two were wearing berets and were dressed in clothing that would normally be worn during the summer months. One was carrying a belt of grenades that hung across his shoulder and chest while the other had a MP7 strapped to his chest. Erin noticed that their faces and arms had multiple scars, plus they were wearing silver dog tags around their necks, alerting her and the others that these just weren't some teens hunting for food. They were soldiers, that point was clear.

"Wewe Ni nani nne? Na unafanya nini hapa?" (Who are you four? And what are you doing here?) The tougher of the two barked at the small group of women.

"Wasafiri…." (Travelers) Erin heard herself answer. She could hear the hint of fear within her tone. Of course she understood why. She and the others were unarmed and giving the situation, there was no way they could fight off these boys while they held guns and grenades on their person.

"Yako katika Wakatili wilaya…" (This savage's territory…) the other male stated as he nervously started looking around the area.

"Msiwe na wasiwasi. Tutaweza kuwalinda nne, nzuri na salama." (Don't worry. We'll keep you four, nice and safe.) The male that spoke earlier assured them as a dark smile slowly appeared on his face.

As he stepped closer to the group, Erin could easily smell the foul stench of alcohol lingering off the young male. When she tried to take a step back to distance herself from him, the boy grabbed a fistful of her shirt, pulling her towards him, keeping her from moving any farther. With his attention on Erin, he wrapped his free arm around her waist, slightly touching her butt. Erin could see the uncomfortable look present on her visualization self's face. Not only that but she herself started to feel uncomfortable. The young male had completely forgotten all about his comrade, who was suddenly dragged into the nearby shadows. Before the harsh looking teen could pull even Erin closer towards him, he froze in his tracks as an ear piercing scream is heard. Swiftly turning around, releasing Erin in the process, the boy started firing random shots in the direction he heard the scream come from. The young revolutionary finally stopped shooting once he had emptied his gun of all its bullets.

"Wakatili ni kutopata nafsi yangu." (The savage is not getting my soul.) The male said with a sigh as he started to reload his gun. But as he took out a new clip, he froze when he heard something hit the ground before him.

The sight before him caused him to tremble in fear. Curious, Erin looked over the boy's shoulder to see the other boy lying on the ground, dead. The boy's body was covered in bullet holes. It was obvious that the boy standing before her was the reason. Every single bullet he shot struck his partner. And that meant that whatever caused him to scream, was obviously still alive. And in addition to the bullet wounds, Erin also noticed the boy had stab wounds in his back. As they all stood there, a small dog like animal, that was covered in spots, came running out of the shadows and startled snarling at them. Something about the animal stroke fear into the young soldier, making him fall to the ground, cowering in fear at the sight of it.

"Hakuna… Hakuna… I hawataki kufa!" (No…. no…. I don't want to die!) The boy yelled as he backed away from the creature.

"Just what the hell is going on here!?" another one of her travel companions yelled in a very agitated and angry tone.

The screams soon started when a mysterious figure appeared behind the revolutionary, snatching him up off the ground, and placing him into a chokehold. He lifted his other hand, which was grasping a blood stained knife, and held it over the male's chest. Then, without hesitation, the individual brought the night down, stabbing his victim in the middle of his chest. Blood splattered from the wound, covering the individual's hands in the process. As he continued to stab the young male, his screams of pain slowly began to die down. Eventually, he went silent. When the body went limp, everyone knew it was over. The individual soon snatched off the dog tags from around his neck and carefully sat the lifeless body on the ground.

Suddenly, a slight whistle was heard. Whatever caused that sound caused the snarling animal to turn tail, disappearing back into the shadows. As Erin and the girls continued to look into the direction where the animal disappeared, once again, they spotted the figure. Erin could tell that the individual was male. And once he stepped into the light, revealing his face, Erin could only look at him in shock. It was none other than Elijah Carter. Seeing him only caused more questions to appear. What was he doing here? Ever since they met, why has she been having these flashbacks? What did these flashbacks had anything to do with Elijah and herself? It made no sense whatsoever. She knew there had to be some kind of connection that she was not getting.

As Elijah stood there, Erin noticed that he was topless and was only dressed in a plain pair of pants. Blood not only covered his hands, but some had splattered over his bare chest as well. But what really caught her attention was the expression he wore. It held no signs of remorse or regret, which was a bit strange since he had just taken the lives of two young boys. But in all honesty, they both had it coming to them.

"Who are you?!" One of the girls screeched as they slowly backed away from the heartless murder. All but Erin, who remained standing in the same spot.

Elijah stood there staring at them for a moment before he slowly started approaching them. He moved his hands slowly, not wanting to startle the girls, as he sheathed his knife. Once he reached the group, he slowly raised his hand and extended out before him. Instinctively, Erin flinched, thinking that he was about to do the same thing the revolutionary did merely minutes ago. She stood there for a few seconds… nothing happened. She cautiously opened her eyes and looked up, finding herself locking eyes with Elijah. When the two made eye contact, she saw something different in his eyes. Was it hope? Or was it something else? She wasn't sure, but the expressionless look from before had somewhat vanished. However, she still hesitated to move. And when she didn't react, Elijah just sat down before them.

"Ambao ni wewe?" (Who are you?) Erin heard herself ask him. It was obvious that she knew who he was, but apparently her visualization self didn't.

Elijah just looked at her for a minute before setting his sights to the ground before him. Using his finger, he wrote one simple word in Swahili into the dark dirt…. Roho (Ghost).

End of Dream/Flashback…

Erin awoke with a start and began to frantically look around, trying to figure out where she was. She found herself sitting inside a wooden chair inside a dimly lit room. Her arms and legs were free with no type of restraints in sight. And that's when everything started rushing back to her. She remembered Elijah and some idiot named Trent, she thinks that's what he's name was, in the middle of a heated confrontation. Then the next thing she knew, the idiot shot off a round that caused everyone to duck to the ground, covering their heads. And when the police arrived, everyone immediately started to panic even more. And it was during the chaos that someone had gotten behind her and dragged her away from the scene. She didn't get a good look at the person since they made sure they kept her eyes forward. But she was pretty sure the person was male.

Once they were away from the crowd, she remembered them slowly cutting off her air supply until she eventually passed out. That's when she started having that strange dream. Or was it a memory? Hell, she wasn't sure what to call it. And finally, she found herself sitting inside this room.

She could only wonder where the hell she was and why the hell she was here in the first place. Wherever here was. Those questions remained unanswered at the moment. As she continued to ponder her thoughts quietly, she was quickly brought out of them when she heard a rough voice come from somewhere within the room.

"Now that you're finally awake, it's time for you to answer some questions." The rough voice stated. Well, now she knew she wasn't alone. But to assume if this was a good thing or not, she wasn't sure of that just yet. "Let's get started, Crying Wolf. Or should I call you Erin instead?"

Looking over to her right, Erin spotted a male hiding within the shadows. He was an older man, who looked to be around in his late seventies or early eighties. He was donning some kind of G.I. Joe attire and had a green bandana tied around his forehead. The old man had his arms crossed against his chest while he stood with perfect posture for someone his age. But for some reason, he had the air of being much younger than he actually was lingering around him. The thought seemed odd, but she couldn't help that it could be true in some way. While staring at the man, she couldn't help but notice the cold, calculating stare the man held the entire time.

"You're right about my name being Erin. But unfortunately, I have no idea why you're referring me as this Crying Wolf." Erin stated as she slowly got up from her seat.

Upon reaching her full height, she felt a small amount of weight on her feet. Glancing down, she found a small ball of fur snuggling right between her feet. The small creature stopped moving and lifted its head to look at her. Analyzing the creature, she found that it was just a puppy, which was looking at her with slightly angered eyes. But nonetheless, the puppy looked adorable. Erin ignored the impulse to reach down and pet the animal on its head and redirected her attention back onto the older looking male. The man was now staring at her with aggravation.

"What do you mean you don't know who Crying Wolf is?!" the man barked at her, causing the small dog to yelp and squirm at Erin's feet.

"Like I said, I don't know who that is. I don't know how I can be much clearer than that." Erin told him as she slowly sat back down into the wooden chair, placing her hands in her lap. The last thing she wanted to do was provoke her captor, no, captors. After taking her seat, she noticed there was another male within the room. The blonde haired man was sticking to the shadows while he stood on the other side of the older male.

"Do you take me as a fool?! Who do you think I am?!" the older man asked as he reached behind his back and suddenly pulls out a skinny handgun with a silencer attached to it. Erin wasn't sure why, but she had a feeling that gun wasn't meant to kill anyone. But she stayed cautious, not wanting to find out.

"She doesn't know who you are, old man! So leave her out of this!" a familiar voice stated from within the room, causing Erin to freeze slightly.

Once she regained movement, Erin snapped her attention towards the direction she heard the voice come from. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of Elijah. The young teen was handcuffed, which were chained to a bar that was attached to the wall, allowing him to hang by his wrists. His ankles were cuffed together and were chained to a bar that was attached to the floor. Every length of chain was pulled tightly, keeping Elijah firmly in place. He was only dressed in a pair of jeans and had gauze wrapped around his left arm. His pants pockets were pulled out, leaving nothing invisible. Erin found it a little strange that she didn't find herself in the same situation. Did they really trust her more than they did Elijah? Or maybe they thought Elijah was more of a threat than she was. Snapping herself out of her temporary trance, Erin turned back to face the older man.

"Why the hell is he chained up like that?!" Erin exclaimed as she looked at the men with anger. "What did you do to him?!"

"It's okay Erin, just calm down." Elijah told her in a surprisingly cool tone. He sounded as if he didn't care about the position he was in.

"Calm down? How can I calm down while you're looking like you're about to be beaten and tortured within an inch of your life for disobeying your master or something?!" Erin barked angrily at the boy. "How the hell can you be so damn calm in a situation like this?!"

"Heh… This is getting interesting…." Stated another familiar voice. Erin knew she only heard him talk for a little while, but she was sure who the voice belonged to.

Turning around, Erin found the boy named Ethan standing in the shadows as well. He was donned in a pair of army fatigue pants with black boots and a black sleeveless t-shirt. He had his gun secured inside its holster on the left side of his waist. He also wore a black beret, which kept his hair from falling in his face. Without the strands to cover his face, the three markings on his cheeks could easily be seen.

The first and second marks were paralleled to each other as they stretched horizontally across his face, the top upper one slightly edged toward his nose, the third and final mark stretched vertically down his cheek, down onto his neck and disappearing under his shirt. The entire time, Ethan wore a smile that looked like it belonged to a kid who had got lost in a candy store and was just told he could eat as much as he wanted.

Erin could only look at the boy with a shocked expression on her face. She wondered why the hell he was here anyway.

"Ethan? What the heck?" Erin gasped out. "What are you doing here?"

"Glad you remembered my name, Erin." He told her, sending her a small smile in the process.

"I saw you stealing my bike. Did you scratch it, you sneaky bitch?" Elijah snarled, which only amused Ethan (Christian).

"No, I didn't. But I must say; that baby can really fly down the highway." Ethan stated as he added a slight whistle at the end of his comment.

"It's a sports bike, dumbass. It's supposed to be that fast…" Elijah told him with a hint of pride in his tone as he talked about his prized machine.

"Christian….!" Said Mr. Woods with annoyance clearly in his voice. Erin glanced over to her left and found her so-called math teacher standing there. He was also donning pair of fatigues, which looked similar to those the old man was wearing. While he stood there, he was holding his hand close to his gun.

"Yeah? What do you want, Bear?" Christian (Ethan) asked Bear (Mr. Woods) as he continue to hold a smile on his face.

"Shut the hell up!" Bear barked angrily at the younger male.

"Yes sir." Christian answered as he kept his smile present on his face. He soon looked back over to Elijah. "Anyway…. we cool, Ghost?" he asked, causing anger to build up more inside Bear.

"Yeah… after I get these damn cuffs off and break my foot up your ass!" Elijah snapped at the blonde, making everyone within the room, even the ones who haven't been noticed, to start laughing. Even the old man, who looked like he never laughed a day in his life.

"Alright, that's enough of that. Back to business." The older man stated, causing everyone to stop laughing instantly. "So Ghost… are you going to join us?" He asked as he pointed his gun at him.

"Last time I checked, I've always worked alone. I never played for any side to begin with, so why should I start now?"Elijah stated in a smart tone at the old man, not showing a hint of fear even when he had a gun aimed at him.

The old man just stared at Ghost (Elijah); his snarky comment didn't faze him at all. He was about to ask again but was stopped when they heard someone knocking on the door. At first it was light but it quickly turned into furious banging.

"Who is it?" Elijah yelled into the direction of the portal to the house, which seemed to echo off the walls.

"Let us in Ghost!" An enraged feminine voiced yelled from the other side of the door, the mention of Elijah's supposed nickname shocked about almost everyone in the room. All except the old man and Elijah himself.

When the door finally opened, three sets of footsteps could be heard echoing off the walls of the room as the individuals strode inside. Elijah started to twist his body, attempting to position himself to see the newcomers as they entered. Sadly it was useless. Everyone just remained silent as they all stared at the group.

"This situation is getting weirder by the minute." Erin thought to herself as she tried to figure out just what the hell was going on.

Everyone inside noticed the three newcomers were all girls but of different nationalities. The first was of Asian descent; the second looked to be from South America and the third was a blonde Scandinavian, who was sending Christian a few interested glances his way. This also caused the small dog to let out a low but noticeable bark, as if it wanted to be acknowledged that it was still within the room.

"And who the heck are you three?" Bear asked. Christian wondered the same thing and was curious of the girls' sudden appearance.

"Screaming Mantis." The South American stated simply.

"Raging Raven." Stated the Asian, each word was spat out in anger.

"Laughing Octopus." The Scandinavian blonde stated last as she stuck her tongue out at Christian, giving him a quick wink as well.

Everyone within the room, with the exception of Elijah, Erin and the old man, looked at the girls as if they all had seen a Ghost. (No pun intended.) They were all shocked to hear those very names each girl introduced themselves as.

"The Beauty and the Beast Corps…" The old man stated in his rough, raspy tone.

"Hmpf…. Nice to see you too, Solid Snake." Stated Screaming Mantis as she set her eyes on the old man After a momentary stare down, she looked away and directed her attention onto the retrained Elijah.

Then without a single word, she slowly started approaching the young teen. "Unfortunately we don't have the time to catch up. For you see, I have business to discuss with Ghost and Wolf here."

The two widened their eyes in shock at the sound of their given nicknames, and just looked at the girl with confusion. Mainly Erin was staring at her with confusion since Elijah couldn't move his head far enough to look at the South American native. Erin still had no clue as to why these people were referring to her as this Wolf or Crying Wolf, but she knew the one who called themselves Screaming Mantis was talking about her and Elijah. And this so-called business she had with them, she had no clue as to what it could be about either.

As Erin stood there, listening to Screaming Mantis voice, she couldn't help but feel that she heard it somewhere before. That's when it hit her. The dream… err… flashback… whatever she had before waking up within the room. Even though some time had pass, it was still kind of fresh in her mind. She remembered hearing one of the girls with the same tone, only in her dream; they were complaining. She couldn't help but ask herself if these girls had anything to do with that flashback. And if they knew her and Elijah, then why don't they remember them? It was obvious that Elijah didn't know them since Erin noticed the confused look on his face.

But one thing was clear to her at this point. Things were just going to continue getting stranger from here on out. And she could only hope that she can figure out what was going on and why these people were after her and Elijah.

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