A/N: Sorry this took so long, I haven't had the urge to write lately, but here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 10

The silence lasted longer than anyone would care to keep track of. Alex dropped through the hole as well, followed by the ice monarch. Immediately, all Blackwatch weapons were on him. A random soldier shouted, "Shit, it's Mercer!"

They were, as a whole, ignored as Alex looked to Decker. He had already changed to how he had been last time. Decker didn't even stand like he naturally did. It was a lazy, lithe-looking stance; his arms hung down and he appeared to be leaning forward ever so slightly. Fury was laced into every inch of his features, topped off by a vicious scowl. Alex grasped Decker's shoulder and gave him a hard glare, to no avail.

The younger tensed immensely, the growling began once again. The glow of the veins intensified further. His voice nearly demonic, he called out to the soldiers, "Blackwatch. Let. Go. Of my sister."

The sleeker soldier, obviously the commanding officer, twitched his gun up to aim and spoke firmly, his voice heavily filtered by his mask, "Not a chance. Now, stay where you are."

Decker's growling became louder and he lunged forward. Alex yelled to the other's behind him, "Get down!"

Although startled by the new voice, they obeyed and hit the deck. The commander cried out, "Fire!"

Multiple consecutive bangs rang through the air. Finn, Fionna, and all the others gazed in horror as the fast moving projectiles hit Decker in rapid succession. He stopped dead in his tracks, his body convulsing with every bullet that made contact. Blood sprayed from every wound like a fountain, but Decker never made sound. All the while, bullets ricocheted off of Alex like he was made of metal, sparks flying from the numerous shots.

When the loud noise stopped, the teen fell face-forward to the floor, motionless in a pool of his own fluids. Ice Queen, completely horrified by the shooting of her best friend, cried out and made to run to him, only to be stopped by Alex. "You don't wanna be near for the next part," he informed cryptically.

Larkspur screamed Decker's old name, Jimmy, in anguish. No matter if this thing was a thing, it looked like her brother. The sight of her 'brother' being shot down was not a pleasant one. A small group of soldiers moved forward to observe his body. One poked the joint of his elbow with the muzzle of his rifle.

When a finger twitched, his form was shot in the face, causing another cry of anguish from Larkspur. There was hardly time for the Blackwatch to relax before the holes all over Decker began closing up. They tried to shoot him again, but he was regenerating biomass too quickly. His eyes shot open, still glowing that ungodly crimson, and he sprung into action. If Decker was ever human, he didn't act like it now.

He lunged at the soldiers, arms morphing into the Claws, which now appeared to be serrated, polished metal. Decker immediately began to make short work of a small group of Blackwatch with a flurry of spinning slashes. Each pair of claws had a job; the right one cleaved grown men in half, leaving them little more than puddles of warm blood and heaps of flesh. All the while, continuing to growl like an animal, his left snatched up men and fed them whole to the spiny Feeder Tendrils. The grotesque sight was nauseating even to Finn, even with his experience in adventuring.

After only maybe three minutes of ongoing slaughter, there were merely ten soldiers left, all of which were standing off with Decker. Decker stood there, motionless. His eyes held their savage gaze on the commander, who was thus far alive. Then, his mouth twisted up, into a sickening, crooked grin. The demonic voice spoke, "I've been meaning to try something..."

His Claws morphed back into arms and hands. Then, a crunch and a snap sounded with his shoulder as it dislocated from its socket. Swiftly, Decker used his right fist to smash upward into his left elbow. This effectively forced the dislocated humerus through the skin of his shoulder, sending blood spurting out, as well. But, he barely winced.

He gripped the bare bone and, with sickening ease, yanked the humerus from the rest of the arm and flesh. But, it came out looking more like a blade. Now, Decker's eyes were wide with madness, as as his already twisted smile. The voice that made Decker so terrifying had not laughed until this point, but all of the people in the room found that nothing would unsettle them more for the rest of their lives than the mad laughter of Decker's demon voice. The giggle turned into a cackle, the cackle turned into a laugh, and the laugh simply escalated until he was screeching with laughter.

His next words came with a sigh, "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Decker was now squared off with the remaining forces of Blackwatch. Behind him, Alex still had his arm stretched out to keep the others from charging forward. They continuously asked him if he would help the soldiers, to which he simply glared forward and replied a curt "no". But, when they asked if he would at least stop the slaughter, he said, "It's better he get's it out of his system now. Saves us the trouble of having to kill them ourselves."

First, Decker pounced onto the first soldier, running the light blade straight through his chest. Then, when another man came up behind him to ram the stock of his rifle into him, he let go of the bone handle momentarily to turn towards the offending Blackwatch, only to grasp it again with the opposite hand. The blade turned with him. It left the wound as, in one fluid motion, he slashed a large dent into the flesh of the soldier's torso. He cried out in agony and both bodies fell.

The next three tried shooting him, only to find that their bullets weren't doing anything other than further enraging the adolescent. Two were decapitated with the bony blade, while the other was stabbed in the stomach and consumed, the Feeder Tendrils ripping him apart violently. The last four were a mix of three grenadiers and one soldier with an M72 LAW. Decker, even in his frenzied and insane state, analyzed the missile launcher with care. But, much more sentient thought was limited.

The bone in his hand melted into biomass and back into his body, the self-inflicted wound on his shoulder closing up. He lowered himself to his knees, his hands in front of him. "That's better, you little shit," the one with the LAW said.

As the commander advanced to nearly a yard from him, Decker's arms pulsed.

Suddenly, long, thick pikes of biomass extended from the ground below the grenadiers, effectively impaling all four of them as the pikes tangled together. As soon as the commander heard the ripping flesh and the splashing of blood, he sent numerous consecutive rounds into Decker's skull and face and chest. But, all of them failed ultimately when Decker reached up and grabbed the other by the neck and lifted him up off the ground. He spun around as he brought the soldier down hard, face down on the ground. He tried crawling away, only for Decker to grip the back of his uniform as he stood above him with his feet on either side of his back.

Decker brought him up and slammed him into the floor, once, twice, thrice, a fourth, and a fifth time. By then, blood was leaking from the commander's helmet. Then, Decker turned him over and glared into the Blackwatch's eyes, "Now, gimme your little secrets..."

His Feeder Tendrils wrapped around each of his limbs, his torso, and neck, the spines digging into the flesh through the armor.

He screamed in agony.

Meanwhile, Decker let the ecstasy of a worthy meal wash over him. The orgasmic feeling caused him to sigh heavily and smirk. The memories and entire being of the commander merged with him. Decker frowned when the soldiers voice joined the voices in his head. He gripped the sides of his head and snarled.

Then, for the first time in this whole ordeal, he turned to look at Alex and the group. He made for Alex, but his mentor would have none of it. Alex gripped him by the shirt and singlehandedly threw Decker into the floor, cause cracks and quite the indention around him, "That's enough, Decker."

The boy tried lunging at him, only to find himself unconscious by decapitation. The extra glow from his veins faded to a duller glow as his body hit the ground. Alex scoffed and picked Decker up, proceeding to throw him over his shoulder. Fionna, who had a bit of a concept of how Decker worked, asked, "Uh... S-Shouldn't you grab his head...? I mean, heads are kinda important."

Alex replied simply, "He doesn't need the biomass."

"What was that?" Finn asked.

Alex sighed and mumbled something that went unheard by the others. He nodded towards Larkspur's containment unit and, as they walked towards it, he explain, "That was something I discovered about the virus when my body was first destroy by a massive bomb. When my body regenerated from scraps of biomass, it expelled some sort or malevolence or natural desire to destroy in the form of unnecessary biomass. It eventually formed its own body in my image and reeked havok. Then, it was consumed by James Heller, the very person it had targeted to join forces with."

"What does this have to do with Decker?" Ice Queen asked.

"As far as I can tell, the DNA that made him into what he is now came from all three of us; me, Heller, and the, uh, 'Mercerganger', as Decker put it. Add that incarnation of desire for destruction with the fact that his virus hasn't evolved or mutated very much and you have what just happened. He goes into this fugue state where all he knows is kill, consume, and destroy."

Alex shoved his free fist into the thick glass of the cell, making Larkspur yelp and shield her face with her arms. Alex said simply, "Come on."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait! First off, who are all of you? Where am I? Why am I here?" she asked fervently.

He didn't answer her and turned around to leave, which left her fuming. She growled, but Finn stepped up, "Hey, I'm Finn. Sorry about him. This is kinda the most we've ever heard him talk," he chuckle nervously, "As for your question, you're in the Land of Ooo, I dunno why you're here, but I can introduce you to some people."

As Finn and the others walked to Alex towards the exit, it hit her. 'Finn? Ooo? Oh, God, it sounds like I'm in that idiotic show that Jimmy watches...' her eyes widened, 'Oh, shit.' She ran to catch up with the others.

When Decker awoke, it was nighttime. He groaned as he sat up and massaged his aching head, "What happened...?" Immediately, he noticed that everything were shades of black and grey, with the exception of his veins' bright red and gold glowing. "Oh..." he drawled, "Blackwatch must've done a number on me."

I'm back again. Yes, I'm alive. Lovely for you to ask... With Junior Year kicking off, it's hard to find time to think about my stories, for those wondering about both this and Autophobia. For Autophobia, don't worry, I'm not abandoning the story, I'm just having very bad writer's block at the moment. But, anyway, this story's back, so eat! Drink! Be merry! Until the next chapter, "keep your boots tight, keep your gun close, and die with your mask on if you've got to. Here is the traffic..."