August 5th, 2030

"The first thing we do when we get back..." Linka inhaled more than enough, and then- "IS TO GET THE DROP ON US?!"

Allie had somehow been on high alert considering she had been prepped with a special concoction, name sounding familiar to Leven after it left her lips. Next, the girl with the greenish-mustard hair dropped the syringe and took out a handgun, having no reluctance to bring it out like this. "For shame, Lemy, for shame-"

"Allie, put down the gun!" Lemy had a piece tucked behind him, but he wished for the situation to be diffused before it could possibly escalate.

"Sorry, Lembone, but I can't do such a thing..." Allie locked and loaded the sliding chamber back, clearly intending to fire. "You dare bring them to my doorstep, of course I'm gonna fight-"

"So..." Lemy kept his hand frozen, not moving it in any said direction. "It's true, isn't it? You're-"

"No fucking shit, Lemuel!" Allie confirmed her status as the true servant in league with the conspirators planning global genocide. "Uncle's going to spare me as long as I've proven myself to be just as strong as these super-powered phenos! And let me tell you-" The serum she had taken worked its magic; the veins around her face became viable, turning into a nasty, dark shade. Secondly, the color around her eyes darkened, as if she had activated an eyeliner feature out of nowhere. Her face had morphed into something hideous and ugly, and the further they stared, the more noticable Allie's skin was, going from its light orange to a decomposing version of green, a rotting color that put Leven on edge the most. And to top it all off, the pupils of her eyes disappeared, leaving nothing but pure, milk-white eyes that kept the trio on guard. "You've given me no choice but to level the playing field!"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Lemy shouted back, voice waving over Allie's.

In the midst of the confusion, Linka dashed right towards the now-mutated niece of the senator- and Allie fired off her gun, still having kept aim at Lemy. Linka might have been a ballsy clone, but she lacked the ability of a zoomer, and as such, she didn't stop Allie from firing and landing the only hit right at Lemy's head. Linka elbowed the weapon away from Allie's grip and grabbed her by her clothes to throw her backwards right into the building she had come out of. "GOTCHA!"

Leven had stopped Lemy from falling, but the poor, used boy had the bullet lodged upside the head, bleeding away while the older clone tried to stop the bleeding. "LINKA!"

"What-?" Linka didn't realize Allie had hit a bullseye until she had turned around to see Lemy dropped, damaged heavily. "Shit! Stay with the fucked, I'm not letting her escape!"

"Linka-" Leven was opposed to this, but this was the only window where they could gain the perfect advantage that could turn the tide of this long-running war. "Linka, you stay alive, you hear me?! YOU STAY ALIVE!" Leaving her on her own to fend for herself with no such back-up... Leven hated to even think about it. Hopefully, the little girl could manage it without a Leven to watch over her like a guardian angel. Don't let her beat you...

Allie's power-up boosted her strength and speed, enabling her to become the ideal goal of a soldier's dream. She had ran inside, running towards the back. And where she went, Linka followed, giving chase. Two augmented humans running right into the streets of the city, Allie pushing past hordes of people without a care in the world, and the younger, shorter Linka doing her best to keep up. Whatever it was that she injected in her body, Linka found trouble in, a challenge to know that it truly put Allie at an advantage. But only at physical levels.

They were half a block away from one another, give or take a few steps in between. Linka had to think outside the box for this, and lo and behold, she tapped on the outside parameters and called upon the very artificial intelligence she had not meant to create back in- THAT LINKAPACITY CHAPTER, MY DEAR READERS!

Next, Linka's body shut down on her, brain disconnecting from physical control to wander into the deep virtual sea.

Hello?! Hello, I need your help now! If you can pinpoint my location and stop the runner I'm after-

She sent it out to every phone within fifty miles, ringtones and vibrations going off in the pockets of pants and sweaters of the nearby civilians plowed down by Allie. Only a few had gone to tend to Linka's aid, shaking her to see if she was conscious or not. Surveillance cameras around the blocks suddenly swayed from side to side, the mastermind attempting to locate the person's of interest.

Found you, Linka. Continue on foot, I will provide my assistance.

The clone opened her eyes, confirming the back-up. She pushed away the good Samaritans, continuing after Allie. "FUCKIN' A! LET'S GET US SOME VALE OC!"

Allie raced through the crosswalk, running through red lights and avoiding any car that could knock her down. The special drug she has taken, she was told that it surpassed the effectiveness of steroids, but had the ability to permanently cause the side effects that came along with it. It was the last resort she'd been hesitating to use, but the pros of Medi-Sin balanced it out.

Wait, why was Allie running? She had the power to end Linka and Leven if she tried enough, and Allie was no runner. Tactical retreat was what Uncle Petey called it, in order to avoid capture and being used by the enemy. Yeah, that was smart of him to propose it, but Allie was not a coward who ran, but rather a fighter eager to jump into any and all fights that came her way. Two super clones versus one upgraded human, who could possibly be the winner of that bitch?

She came slowing down, shifting direction towards a tiny alleyway, waiting for alvino duo to corner her for the fight. What she got instead was entirely something else out of the unexpected; three cars and a truck came revving right into the narrow alleyway, scraping against the sides of the buildings in a haze. "Oh, shit-" She had to act fast, or otherwise get crushed or run over by the mobile scrap metal.

Linka had caught up as the AI christening itself LinKAPACITY helped her corner their only lead to McMahon. "Get that bitch!"

Allie timed it, rushing forward and making a jump right onto the first car, a green Sedan of last year's model, rapidly and carefully moving as if she walked on a tightrope. This car stopped dead, only for the second one to collide right into it, the force being strong enough to propel Allie off her balance, sending her rolling down right in between both cars. The virtual controller gassed the first car forward to let Allie fall right in between thwm, activating the perfect trap for her. She had time to get up, but the trick was through it, and before anyone knew it, Allie had been pinned by both cars, crying out in anger and of the pain she had received. If not for the dose of Medi-Sin, she figured she would have died by now. Had LinKAPACITY known that Allie could withstand it? Or had it tried to deal as less pain as possible? Either way- "Wh-what the fuck?! I'll get you all for this!"

Linka made her entrance, dancing about upom the roof of the cars. "That's how you tango with the LK!"

Allie was the deer caught in Linka's headlights mow, when she believed she was the one hunter superior. "No! No, I should be stronger than this!"

Linka made a landing to the side and smashed in one of the windows, grabbing two shards of glass for the upcoming torture sequence. "Doesn't look like you are to me," Linka struck back, gripping the glass fragments like knives. "For the consolation prize, I don't expect you to be an easy talker, so I'll make you bleed for it all."

"Try if you dare, clone!" Allie's arrogance spoke. "Cut me up, slice me bloody- I won't talk, I won't spill my guts out to you!"

"THAT'S THE SEXIEST IDEA ALL NIGHT!" Linka smiled maliciously. "I'm gonna cut you open at the stomach."

Allie suddenly froze, gulping as the sadistic Linka more closer, swinging away the glass at her. That was the play. "Fooled you, didn't I?"

Linka's content state was then replaced by surprise; Allie had feigned herself being trapped, pushing the first car away with both arms and quickly acting to jump right onto Linka. "Shit-"

"MEDI-SIN, BABY!" Allie pressed her hands around the clone's neck, choking the life out of her. "NOW YOU GET THE HONOR OF DYING TONIGHT, YOU DUMB BITCH!"

Linka rammed the shards right into Allie's waist repeatedly, but that didn't seem to slow her down. Next, she started to lose consciousness, arms slumping down lifelessly.

RUN US OVER! HURRY!

LinKAPACITY backed its first hijacked car right into Allie and Linka, stopping the murderous Taggart girl from finishing off Linka. "NICE SAVE...!"

"Thank you!" Linka choked out, catching her breath while coughing roughly. "F-fuck!"

That girl and her ability to utilize automated vehicles... I won't be able to win like this! Allie sought out the only opening she could see, there was no winning against the clones, even when it appeared to have been Linka alone. She looked down to her sides and removed the glass shards, only pumping her blood out further. "Eurgh... I promise you'll-"

Linka came running at her, throwing the hardest punch she could perform tonight. "PROMISE THIS!"

It did the trick, knocking Allie right down to the concrete ground. From there, she emitted a faint groan, but didn't bother getting up. It looked like another trick, but Linka didn't have time to verify it. She closed in on Allie and kicked the side of her head. "Stay down this time, will you?"

Next course of action?

Linka let the nosebleed run while she stood in place.

Find Leven and take us to him, please.

Linka dragged Allie by her legs, entering the truck, a Tundra, as fast as she could.

Elsewhere

On Leven's end of the issue, the paramedics were called over, and Lemy had already been wheeled away to the hospital, where things would hopefully be better for him there, but the way it surely looked for him, and with a bullet lodged into his head... It left Leven feeling hopeless, even when they had not declared him dead on the scene. More death, just like before. Always someone to die along the way, on the very path they'd walk on.

Days ago, he was on a rooftop, helping them take out some mean, old insurgents on another country, not a single bullet had hit him. Here, a person he had trusted turned and pointed her gun at him, and with the first round in the clip, Lemy went down. Leven gained an itch by thinking about it, the unbearable one he could not simply scratch at to relieve it. Enemies proving to be closer than he thought, it was a scary concept to grasp, but not at all a strange one.

First the boy, now who else was destined to fall further down the line? Could it be anyone from the main group? Lola and Lana had fallen at a time when he and Linka were out doing their mission. Where was Lincoln? Where did the remainder of the Louds go? How close were they all to the final round orchestrated and played by McMahon? Even when or if they'd beat him, it could not be over. Not when the world had taken a massive blow, a new addition to society reforming old rules and establishing new rules.

Linka, riding shotgun in the Tundra, and with Allie's ass knocked out cold in the back, crashed the scene, window opened all the way down. "GET IN LOSER, WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!"

"Linka!" Leven couldn't be more happy to see her. In he went, entering the driver's seat of the truck. "You got the-? Oh, you did!" Leven felt proud to know Linka could hold her own out there. "Good job, little sister."

"Hehe, thanks, big brother!" Linka grinned. "Where's the boy?"

"On his way to the hospital," Leven replied, manning the wheel. "They'll know what to do, I hope he doesn't die if anything."

"What, cause he's a youngling?" Linka sensed softness. "Aw, look at you being concerned-"

"He's a mere boy who got roped into this- I realize that we don't know how yet, but the bottom line is that he's just as much a puppet as we were before we switched over."

"Oh, ehhhhhh..." Linka nodded. "Yeah, I guess that's true, poor sucker must surely feel-

Act IV: Bloodier, Chapter... Uh, V? Betrayal! This chapter is called Betrayal!

-Linka

"-that right there, right atop in the broken title sequence."

"What?"

Linka leaned back, relaxing in her seat. "Just a joke, big brother. Anyways..."

Leven scanned his eyes at the front mirror, eyeing Allie. "We need to suck every bit of information out of her."

Linka nodded in agreement. "True that, I was planning to torture her myself but she was more stronger that I expected."

"Here-" Leven pulled out the handgun Allie had dropped over to Linka. "That thing she took, that... What, medicine, did it make her-?"

"She still bled, Leven," Linka shared. "All that blood on her isn't mine, it's hers. I stabbed the bitch! Hey, that Medi-Sin concoction does not give you indestructible skin! That means-" Linka waved the gun around. "Bang bang, kablooey!"

"Alright, so an interrogation will not prove futile for us," Leven decided. While on the subject, he had more questions than just the whereabouts and locations McMahon could very well be at, but the other thing that he'd never let go of was the mysterious identity of the fake McMahon they've captured. "Shapeshifter pheno, Linka. McMahon'a got one employed on the payroll, or some guy who he had put on a mask of his face..."

"I missed that, right? Linka recalled only being shot up by an MP5 by Allie. "Right, I figured it would be too easy. I missed out more than I thought... Shit."

"This isn't getting any easier, but with Allie here-"

"Find an isolated place," Linka snapped. "Gotta speed this up before we have more problems, and that's before adding that the creep in the iron skull mask. You know, the killer of the twins."

"That's concerning," Leven thought. "Radical people are stepping up to bat against phenos, good Lord." He shook his head profusely. "Civil war, Linka, like I've stated before. It's already begun, there's no stopping it now."

Elsewhere

Dylan Blood came quietly, entering the limousine without even a rustle or a peep. The vehicle was parked along the side of a barren road, and one could not help but wonder if it had broken down. It wasn't, the chauffeur had remained outside, standing firm guard while a special meeting took place. A small, quick get-together between client and worker. Dylan Blood had been moving about the pieces, but it wasn't just to his gain or agenda. In truth, the funding and resources he had at his disposal came from a special board of elites with the agenda to maintain the high class of society in the world where phenos had the chance to become the dominant human species.

The league of elites had surely loved Blood's performance on national television, hoping that it would put out the message they wanted. Right now, Cornelius Dietrich, an entrepreneur of old age, and long-time councilman of a town upstate, called upon the young man to update and deliver the next set of special instructions on the campaign against phenokind. "You've exceeded past expectations, my good man," Dietrich proudly bellowed. "I had my doubts, but not only did you shake the entire country, but you took out the damned goody two-shoes heroines Momentum and Velocity, and that's by far the best thing you've achieved!"

"I aim to please," Blood quietly exhaled. "How many more of these monsters will you have me take down next? Surely a lot, and let me tell you, Mr. Dietrich, public opinion can be swayed against them, that's what I believe."

"Oh? By all means, let me hear what you propose, Blood."

Dylan raised a finger, wagging it. "More crimes committed by phenos is the key to having the fine citizens turn against them. They were victims in all Vial Corporation facilities, but that stopped the minute just one particular beast took the initiative and showed them all to fight back, a dangerous sliver of hope that could become something else no one wants."

"The Superbeast of Dadetown-"

"Is a symbol, the beacon of hope to them whether they realize it or not. The freaks in Dadetown will forever know it, but the others..." He put his hand down. "Not so much, not yet anyway."

"So..." Dietrich believed he understood. "You're suggesting-?"

"Luna Loud is the next pheno to die, yes," the madman confirmed. "The face of pheno revolution started with her and she didn't even bother to see the mantle was there, even if she'd been told by someone. While I locate her whereabouts, you mind telling me about that St. Claire girl?"

Dietrich froze, surprised to find that Dylan had been going the extra mile for more credit. "Interesting, I didn't ever think you'd... Come across it."

"I find it interesting to learn the circumstances around her death, and especially when the papers tell of it being a bloody murder of some sort. Killed while on her bed, what was that, some angry boyfriend killing her? Or perhaps hiring a set of hands? I'd like to know, to hear it from you-"

"What in the devil are you implying, son?"

Dylan grew angry but only blinked casually. "Old man, don't you dare bullshit me- I can practically feel this is connected to the agenda. Also, she's one of you, I know that for sure."

"Was..." Dietrich suddenly spilled. "That girl was the granddaughter of-"

"I don't care about the relations, I want to know what she was doing prior to this, that's all..."

"Well..." The old man tugged the collar of his fancy million-dollar suit. "She had a pheno in hand, using her via blackmail-"

Dylan's eyes widened briefly, then went shut, followed by him laughing freakishly. "You old farts let someone that young run her own area? What, did this pheno in particular have friends that could take care of this blackmail problem? Because that's what clicks for me. Lacey St. Claire fucked with the wrong person and died for it. You've given me some useful hints as to who this pheno is and the fact that you guys utilize blackmail to get them to do your bidding."

"Dare you suggest we are scoundrels-"

"You are fools to believe they can be used that way," Dylan berated, shaking his head. "Frankly, that's disgusting. Phenos are all worthy of extermination, you've preached that, and you and your friends have laid it out on the table from start to finish. Got me in with the right money, the proper resources for me to move about where you can't afford to, but you just confirmed that you'll take phenos and push them towards one another?"

"I don't understand the issue here, nor do I like your tone-"

"You're gonna like it a lot less, you wrinkly bastard!"

"I beg your-?" Dietrich went quiet when Dylan yanked out a silver object. "Dear God!"

"And I'd be more than happy to freeze your legs, maybe your chauffeur out there. I am genuinely tempted..."

"Now hold on-" Dietrich implored, only for Blood to emerge back out, pull the pin on the grenade and push the unsuspected chauffeur down. "DON'T YOU DARE!"

"Hot potato!" Dylan tossed it after a delay, letting it fall onto the downed chauffeur's chest. It blew up right over him, emitting a pure white liquid that sprayed over him, suddenly encasing him in a layer of frozen ice. In seconds, the top half of the driver had now frozen to become a partial human icicle, and Dylan ensured death by cracking the head from the neck with a medium tug from both arms. "I dare because I can, Dietrich. I sure hope you weren't close to this-"

"Walter, y-you sick fuck!"

"Don't get angry with me, old man, we wouldn't want you to lose your head!" The decapitated frozen head was thrown like a basketball right into the limo, shattering away at Dietrich's feet, causing him to scream in a panic. "Hang on, I'm not finished with the questions."

"What more do you want?!"

"Lord Reginald Tetherby was killed some time ago by a shooter, never found the shooter, but all of that property passed down to next of kin. Two daughters and a son, split. Now, a man with a family, what gain could have been there that required him to be killed?"

"I- I don't understand- We brought you in after his death-"

Dylan smiled. "I was playing you, and here you are, affirming my initial suspicions that he was part of it. So then, McMahon..." He didn't need to say anymore than he had. "McMahon and Tetherby signed on to buy Kapacity Korp, then Tetherby dies- Come on, this is a conspiracy as clear as daylight, anyone should be able to see that."

"M-McMahon-" Dietrich stuttered.

"Tell me..."

Dietrich had gotten nervously spooked by the IQ the young man of pale skin had possessed. "We wanted Kapacity Korp, and so did he, but for different gains it appears. All- All of this talk about what he plans, these little deadly whispers that go around, feeding us what could be-"

"What you want is not what he wants..." Dylan began to conclude. "Because...?"

"If you're so smart, you Goddamn millennial-"

"I know what he wants now," Dylan cut off. "World genocide, recreate all targeted humans as genetically altered clones, meanwhile, you see that people higher than him are trying their best to distract everyone from that. I don't want that, that's why I threw McMahon under the bus on air."

"Y-you what?!"

"Sorry, I assumed you saw the footage..." He forced out a disappointed sigh. "Reading it in the papers does not suffice."

"You dare antagonize Peter McMahon, boy?!"

"I do it all to stop the dream of his if I'm to be honest," Dylan answered, not dealing out his hidden, suppressed fury. "Gotta wonder how deep this runs, its scary when all the opponents are lying in the shadows, waiting for the pawns to move in closer... Then, you're out."

"No, your job is to scare all phenos into silence!"

"And that's also what I'm doing, Dietrich, sir," Dylan assured, pulling out the same revolver used on the twins out. "You've given me everything I need to instigate war on both fronts."

"Both...?"

"It all comes down to the pro-phenos and the anti-phenos, not just one specific side. You're an anti, part of a league of antis prepared to correct what you deem as endangering to your life. It's selfish and disgusting at most, and right before I accepted, I just knew you all had selfish gains out of this, and here we are now, dancing that promised dance I hoped to have with the board."

"Dear Lord, y-you played us-"

"No..." Dylan pulled the trigger, shooting Dietrich point blank in the face. "I'm playing everyone, and you are the message."

Dietrich slumped back, tipping to the side and leaving behind a smear of a trail of his blood on the seats, and the mess to be made beyond that. Not the madman's problem, he didn't care, he didn't bother to clean up. The board of elites would see to it that he made them just mwre targets on the sight of this revolver, for all that they were worth. Greedy pigs intending to remain in the high table, paying for tiny wars from where they sat. Why was that familiar?

The St. Claire girl, the senior Tetherby... Two members of this little club of wretches acting from the comfort of their homes having acted since before the leaks came to light. Then that means that their intentions to use Kapacity Korp had to be as some special prison to hold them. The only reason McMahon wasn't killed by them is because he sweet-talked his way into the circle and fooled them into thinking he was onboard with him. A politician piece of shit among them, or another one if the elites made some serious friends-

Dylan had returned to the vehicle he left parked, concealed out of the roads, revolver at hand. The vehicle, a stolen DHL delivery van, was still there, undiscovered- and the three special guests in the back hadn't seemed to find a way to escape. He knocked a few times before he opened both back doors. "Hello, ladies-"

Leia, Gwen and Marsha were gagged and tied up, all of them conscious but bloodied up around their heads from his brutal knockout methods. He was interested in Gwen, the one who had so little will that made her the quickest to open her mouth. "Gwendolyn Harris, it is time to earn your life back-"

"EEEK!" Gwen screeched, fearfully alarmed at the gun that pressed against her cheek. "Y-you wouldn't kill a little girl, w-would you?"

"Let's play a game," Dylan switched, a wide grin forming right into his cold face. "Which girl of these two do you care for the most, Gwen? Marsha... Or little Leia?"

"What- I like them both!" Gwen replied without thinking. "They're my best friends!"

Dylan had only become unsatisfied with the answer, which drove him mad enough to pull Marsha right out by her feet. Gwen and Leia shook themselves to try and roll out of the van, sensing Marsha had just been placed in mortal danger. Seconds later, and while the coldness of the stiff breeze worked its way to their skin, Leia and Gwen were helpless to see the pale lunatic stomping right on the ground where Marsha was, and the sound of flesh being pounded on filled their ears, followed by the very faint moans the muffled Marsha cried out. He continued to beat the young black teenager to death before the two. Leia burst into soft tears and shut her eyes, unable to accept this madness. "NO! NO, DON'T HURT MARSHA!"

"Did I get the wrong one?" Dylan let his feet rest up, but he bent down and picked Marsha by her hair, showing Gwen the full force of his deviant might. "Look here! The concept of a bloody, broken face will be so horrendously scarred beyond recognition. You'll be ever so sorry you ran from home, you uneducated shit."

"M-Marsha-" Gwen shakily emitted. "Marsha?"

"For your life, do you solemnly swear that all you've told me is true? That the shooter behind Tetherby's death has their grip on you?"

"Had!" Gwen yelled out tearfully. "They framed us as the girls behind it! We don't know who but we know it had to do with that one guy, that senator with the glasses and funny moustache-"

"Peter McMahon!"

"WE TOLD YOU WHAT WE ALREADY KNOW!"

Dylan sighed, dropping his head. "And it's never gold enough for me-" He made his decision, redirecting his gun right down at Marsha's head, and then two more right for Gwen and Leia. Gwen, the only one who went with a scream, and then nothing- She went to heaven missing an eyes, or if if would be repaired as a ghost, then she was pretty much good, walking into the holy gates of the unknown heavens with the other two. He didn't treat their bodies in mint condition, however, proving to not care by tossing the corpses of the two girls out of the uellow van.

Stupid to use pawns like this, McMahon. Just plain stupid... I'm going to get you, and I'm going to get Lincoln Loud, and I'm going to make bloody examples out of you. I'll take down the worldbreakers before anyone can achieve devastating dominance.

The news reports told of Lincoln Loud working his way through members of Kapacity Korp, that meant that he'd be busy trying to reach McMahon's front door, but Dylan wanted to beat the Loud man to the punch, to take McMahon from under him and reel him in with the senator. Him and the remaining Louds, that is. Multiple birds, one stone. One more piece to finalize this chess game. See you soon, kids.

Back To Linka, M'dudes

Dead of night had nothing on the clones. They could be on a tropical island with bad weather, and they'd still go through with their plans. Allie was placed against a tree but hadn't been conscious yet until Linka slapped her hard across the face. "Oh, it worked! Girl's awake!"

"Uh...?" Allie moaned. "Wha- Lemy?"

"Peekaboo," Linka joked, waving casually.

Allie jumped up, freaking out and swiftly moving forward to attack, but only to have some weak legs that made her fall back down. Looking at them, she knew why; Linka had already cut them up in bad shape, and she hadn't felt it happen while knocked out. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Linka had the gun in her hands kiss upon Allie's head. "You're so gonna die, sexy mama."

"Don't think you've gotten me beaten!" Allie grunted. "However it was that you've escaped my uncle, we'll make sure it won't happen again, you hear me?! It won't happen again!"

"Because we won't be caught, hehehe," Linka egged on. "Same can't be said about you, now-"

Leven moved in, grabbed the transformed Allie and slammed her right back into the tree. "Where can we find your dear old uncle?"

"B-bite me-"

Leven repeated the process, harder this time. Instead of asking again, he dug his hands into the wounds of Allie's legs, scratching all over hard enough to make her scream in displeasure.

"Why don't we just put one in all of her limbs?!" Linka opted.

Leven ignored the clone, still persisting to get the truth right out of Allie. "The longer you'll make us wait, the more likely you'll die here in the cold."

"I'll beg to differ-" Allie suddenly coughed violently, dripping out blood from her mouth and nostrils. Another closer look at it showed Leven and Linka that it wasn't red blood, but a dark green ooze. "M-my fucking lungs-"

"Shit..."

"What the fuck- Is she bleeding vomit?!" Linka cupped her mouth. "Ew!"

Allie ran her fingers across her face, taking a sample of her blood in between her fingers and gasped when she saw the color was not red. "Oh, no..."

"Side effect of that serum?" Leven guessed.

Allie's heart elevated past its hundreds, beating out rapidly again. "My buh- My body, it's being rejected- You..."

"Rejected?"

"Y-you made me incompatible!" Allie reached out to grab Leven, only for Linka to fire off a shot right at her chest. Allie slumped right back, gurgling out more blood than before. She wheezed, taking slow but painful breaths. "No-Not now- Not now..."

"Linka!" Leven took away the albino girl's toy away. "Sit in the corner."

"We're doing a shit job as it is, it almost akin to lazy writing!"

"Allie, is it?" Leven snapped his fingers at her when it looked like she had frozen up. "Hey, look at me-"

The Taggart girl exhaled slowly, her cold breath all but visible. "Its gonna k-kill me..." The darkened veins on her skin began popping, and the darkened blood flowing through oozed out, dropping all over her face. The white pearls of her eyes degraded its pure form, being joined by red, waving lines that implied a heavy state of decay. "No, no, no, no- You have to help me- Antidote- The antidote is Calantine X-" Again, she vomited intensely, this time hoarding out a red chunk of flesh. "Hurggghhhhhh-"

"You won't make it like this," Leven addressed, not sugarcoating her declining lifespan. "Tell me where- Tell us and we'll be sure to-"

"What- What can you possibly do?" Her breathing rate had declined by then, which could have only signified her heart was dying out. "Oh, G-God- Antidote- Antidote too far away..."

"This isn't what you wanted, is it?" Leven figuratively offered a hand to her. "He made you do this, he gave you that drug- And now you're going to die for the cause that he didn't start. Why would you bother giving your life? Did you even know you'd be dying?"

"Oh, f-fuck off-" Allie spewed more blood from her mouth, gasping away. "Fuck everything- He- He promised me-" She broke like a pregnant woman's water, bursting into tears but tightening her face. "Oh, that piece of shit granted me immunity- A- A free fucking pass if I gave it my all-"

Leven moved closer and leaned against the tree next to her, sitting down right beside her. "Tell me, is it betrayal that you feel?"

"Betrayal-" Allie snickered amidst the pain. "Stabbed in the back, tossed under the bus- You can call it whatever you want, but I served my p-purpose-"

"So, what, you think yourself as trash?" Leven unearthed. "A nobody that will go down without-?"

"D-don't you dare judge me, fah-faggot!" Allie lost her strength and feeling in her arms and legs. "Right down to my own death, I- I've learned the hard way that everyone is a traitorous maggot-"

"Everyone, huh?" Leven reached a hand over to Allie, setting it on her shoulder. "Or is it that you've hung with the wrong crowd all this time?"

"Wrong crowd?" Allie shook her head. "All crowds, all insects and I'm not an exception."

"You could have, Allie," Leven lamented. "You could have stepped out of the field, lived a life, married a nice man-"

"O-or woman-" Allie added in.

"Yeah, or woman-"

Linka wandered away from the pair, moving around and further into the dark woods on her own in utter silence.

"Not for me, I can't be allowed t-to have that-" Allie turned her head to him. "Uncle Peter gave me a home, gave me a purpose, helped me redirect my anger for his cause-"

"I don't get your message, you're angry at him but you're-"

"He isn't going to save me, now I can finally die-" Allie smiled. "I didn't want to, not now. Not today, and I feel like a fool, accepting all of his own ideas and life lessons, all p-pointless-"

"You wanted to make it to the end, to see the world fall," Leven realized.

"For all my suffering..." Allie whispered out. "My mother, that damn whore of a woman made it clear I was an unwanted brat- Could you ever bear the thought of knowing you were a mistake? Unplanned p-pregnancy-"

"Dude..." Leven pulled Allie close to him, then laying her right onto his lap. "That's so unfair, Allie. That really is-"

She continued to cry right under him, and he helped wipe her tears away. "The- The moment I shot him, I felt... I felt like her, in the- The sense that I just pushed him down, broke his heart-"

Leven lend her his undivided attention. "Yeah?"

"The dude- Lemy- Lemy had feelings for me, I know it's not the same type of love that was shattered- B-but I hate myself for it-"

"You did it anyway-"

"Oh- Oh, yeah, I did-" Allie hiccuped. "I killed him... No way I wanted him to live with-" Then, it made sense to her. "Oh, God, I don't want to disappoint those who t-trust- I deserve this..."

"Hey, no you don't," Leven protested. "You've just realized your mistakes, and you're human, you have the right to live just as we clones do- And by God, you reject it because you've been made an undesirable by the person, maybe more, who were meant to love you. I get it, I do, but that does not make everyone the same type of individual."

"Y-you're the first-" Allie wept. "You're the only one...!"

"Had I met you before all of this..." Leven then leaned in and kissed the dying girl's forehead. "Maybe it could have been different."

"Don't- Don't you dare lie to me-"

"You won't die alone, Allison," Leven promised. "I'll hold onto you-"

"Y-you fucking asshole..." Allie had then a change of heart. "My hands- My hands are c-cold..."

Leven honored her request and held both her hands.

"Mansion-" Allie finally talked. "North Carolina private estate he runs off to."

"North Carolina?"

"L-listen, he's- He's going to level the playing field. Th-they're coming, they're coming to combat the pheno threat directly-"

"What- Who?" Leven's eyes widened with concern. "What's going on?"

"Uncle P-Peter and his friends within the government are going to sanction th-the-" Then, she trailed off, finally succumbing to the nasty side effects of this toxin Medi-Sin. Allison Taggart was no more in this world, and as such, Leven had the honors of closing her eyelids. And then he closed his own eyes to mourn her in a moment of disheartening silence for the person she was underneath all of that shell, and the person she could have been.

He kept her body warm, and, not being a cold type of person, he took her body with them, covering up her face with his sweater only, and Linka didn't say a word to question it. "Did she talk?"

Not only did he not, but his answer was, "She did more than that, Linka. She got to express her true self right before she fell into the abyss. I just hope that God bestows His mercy on her soul."

"Hmph..." Linka maintained silence instead of being silly and full of jokes. "What now?"

"Girl said something," Leven informed, getting back on the wheel. "She said that McMahon was trying to sanction something, I don't know what it is. She... Passed before she told me, and I didn't get to ask about the decoy McMahon... Damn it all, we got nowhere."

"Hey, so... I saw that video of that dude, that Dylan Blood creep and the twins-"

"What, why?!" Leven was outraged. "Not even I-"

"Not to see them die, dagnabit-" Linka puckered her lips. "Got me feeling like grandma Linka! Anyways, I had to see it for myself for analyzing purposes, and you know what I've found?"

"No, what'd you find?"

Linka snapped her fingers and pointed right at his face. "Black Network, ladies and gentlemen! The background room matched one of them, my memory isn't a shit unlike Salvo's! Now, that's where the fuck we have to go!"

"Two stops left into this little road trip..." Leven nodded. "Yes, it's settled then!"

"We need to find the others," Linka suggested. "Luna and that Sam girl. God knows where Caroline, the Lynnfag zoomer and Bobby are! Lyle and Lindsey can't be too hard to find! Hmm, the other three clones are scattered in the wind..." Linka really tried to pinpoint allies.

"Where would Lincoln be, sis? Any ideas?"

"He could be anywhere, spilling blood, obviously," Linka believed. "But I can guess is that he knows. I feel that he knows about the twins, about Blood, and if he saw what I saw, he'll be heading straight to the Black Network."

Far Away

Lincoln Loud and Darceline "Darcy" Holmandollar sat across from each other, digging into special platters at a diner. The albino man used the utensils to pick up the scrambled eggs on his plate, ingesting it away. Meanwhile, Darcy had only held onto her fork and knife but did not make a move. "You're joking, you've gotta be!"

"Dead serious," Lincoln confirmed, only wishing he were playing her. "I'm right in the middle of it, and I'm stripped away of any likely allies to cover my six."

"Well..." Darcy processed his speech-sized explanation. "As much as I'd hate to get involved into something that runs deeper than a garbage chute, you scratched my back and I owe you for that, so you've got yourself an ally."

"That's appreciated," Lincoln thanked. "Had I more of them-"

"Yeah, yeah, a badass team of unstoppable, indestructible warriors or something. I oughta kill you and claim the money-" She joked, laughing hoarsely. "Not gonna lie, it's more than I figured I could chew. I have a hard time believing it but I know you can't be lying, you're no bullshitter. Hey, if you make it out alive, write up a novel about this, or, get into the comic book industry."

"Man, I loved comics..."

"Who doesn't?" Darcy finally jammed her fork onto one of the sausages on her plate. "Hey, you said your sisters- Two of them, twins- They're really the speed queens with those generic superhero names?"

"Basically, yeah, why?"

Darcy studied him, trying so hard to pinpoint the faint glimmer of knowledge. She saw the special, explicit broadcast not suitable for kids. "Lincoln, you don't know?"

"Hmmm?" He chewed on his second bite, swallowing it down. "What are you on about?"

"Jesus, Linc, you're still the same, purposely ignorant about the world's current dealings..." Darcy took out her phone and searched for that very special video. "Days ago, some dude hacked his way into the television networks, and I mean all of the channels- It sounded like a declaration of war- Whatever, here, watch this."

The white-haired pheno took her phone, flipping it sideways to see the full screen of this video. And he saw it, he saw the young man of pale skin and spiky hair. The political message, the stone-cold double headshot execution. And it happened some days ago. Not an hour, not a day, but more than that. And it happened while he wasn't around them, when they were- He let go of the fork, sulking to a ravenous rage. They were vulnerable without him, guards down and defenseless without the gunner Lincoln. He knew it, and he felt he had all the reason to force it down Luna's throat. "And they had the balls to reject me and my other sister," he mocked. "They'll surely need me now, they have to."

"So they are-?"

"Yeah, they're my sister's- Or... Were my sisters..."

"Small world, Linc, small world indeed... So, what's the next move? Where will you lead us?"

On the next table over, Lori Loud, dressed in a dark blue sweater and khakis, had an idea. "Rememeber what we used to to? Scope it out, take a look at the surroundings. This is the digital age, we can find out where this was filmed, you know?"

"That'd be impossible," Lincoln brushed away. "What good would that be? Bastard has probably left there by now."

"Again, you're not seeing what I see," Lori lectured. "There's always more than what you see at first glance. That's the Black Network, Lincoln. I've been there long enough to recognize it."

"What...?" Lincoln rewinded the footage. "This is-"

"The guy killed Lana and Lola, but he's also telling us where to find him, you get me?" Lori turned, directing her words in his earshot. "Good to see you again, Darcy. How've you been?"

"Still up to your C4 crap?" Darcy challenged.

"Keeping tabs on me, Lori?" Lincoln chuckled.

"The minute I found about that vile person taking the life of my sisters, I've been trailing you all. Just know that I can trace you by your scents- Luna and the blonde girl are by themselves now, don't know what happened to everyone else. Now I can ask you the whereabouts to Lynn-"

"She's been captured, there's a base in Los Angeles, that's all I know," Lincoln shared. "That means we're stripped of all zoomers."

"So we are," Lori sighed out. "So we are."

Lincoln raised his eyes upwards, suddenly remember the zoomer in green and black- The Lynn fangirl- Was still around, an actual thing in existence. "No, no we're not, there is another zoomer I've come across, busted me out out of containment. Quite possibly..."

"I need a scent to track her, but a zoomer-" Lori shook her head. "Won't be easy or fast..."

"I'd say we need to reunite you scattered phenos, whoever can help, no?" Darcy tossed in. "That's... Who, Luna, this Lynn girl- Sorry, too many L names, uh, Lani?"

"Lincoln, what about the clones?"

"Sheesh!"

Lincoln rubbed his chin. "The ones called Link-A and Link-N have added themselves into Luna's group, last I've seen. Why, you didn't see them?"

"No, it was just Luna and that blonde girl I don't know. Wait, what about the other three clones?"

Lincoln shook his head. "Way too far out of reach."

"What- What the hell happened while I went into hiding?"

Lincoln blinked once, then- "Everything."

"Only you, little brother, only you..."

"Its settled, we find Luna first, get them both onboard before we go knocking on the Black Network. McMahon can wait as long as he doesn't have the clones- Which I'm in the dark about."

"I'm with you," Darcy agreed.

"Third."

"That Dylan Blood won't know what hit him, you can be damn sure of it."

AN: The Kapacity Korp saga conclusion ends in this act, but another will start. Everyone's totally in for the big surprises coming down, the aftermath of which will leave your beloved protagonists in shambles. Next in the storyline, Blood Hunt, followed by Blood War!