Malconin could sense his creations, even in his now delirious state. He could sense Liam, could sense something else too, but Liam's panick at the new arrival blocked out much of the sense.
One thing Mal did know, however, was that whoever it was, they were not his creation. "And so the web expands," he croaked through his dry throat before losing conciousness again.
Travis finished off his food as he listened to Lianne's reply. He was relieved that she was not losing her mind over this, but he knew before this night was over she just might. "Well in that case we need to get ready to move out." Travis said as he rose and went straight to his armory. He opened up a smalle duffel bag and started to set in a few grenades and explosives. "Choose anything you want, because this place will probably be destroyed soon." Travis said as he exited the small closet with the bag and headed for his bedroom.
Inside along the furthest wall was a sword stand that held his three swords. Travis had taken up Kendo and Iaido at an early age, but had never expected to use the arts in combat. His swords were a regular Daisho (Katana and wakizashi) and An O-Dachi (Great Sword- Usually longer than a regular sword. largest on record is 12 feet long.) The O-dachi itself was six foot in length and would be difficult to manuver with, but Travis was not about to leave it here.
"Lianne, you ready?!" Travis called out as he walked out with the Daisho at his side and the O-dachi slung across his back.
The two walked down the hall, Chrys walking awkwardly with Kaseus, hands shoved deep inside her pockets, a prominent frown across her normally stony features. It bothered her that he was still here…still alive, but even more so, it annoyed the living hell out of her that they had been walking down the slowly dimming corridor for the past five minutes and he still hadn’t answered her earlier question. Clearing her throat, she looked ahead down the hall. “Well Kaseus, you’re dead, alive, what?”
Kaseus drummed his fingertips along the barrels of his Desert Eagles, humming a foreboding black melody that seemed to bring life to his dulling electrical eyes. Glancing to Chrys, finally acknowledging her existence, he looked to her in mock surprise. “I’m shocked Chrys. Thought you would have figured out the answer by now considering you look up everything on guys that you-”
“Don’t trust.” Interrupted Chrys briskly, narrowing her eyes.
His looked change to one of innocence. “Cut me off…? What did you think I was going to say?”
Biting her tongue, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Chrys held back a swear. Smiling eerily, she stopped walking, placing a hand on Kaseus’s shoulder to stop his meaningful stride. “Kaseus…don’t screw with me. I know what you were going to say, I can tell just by that demonic little glint in her eyes…”
Sure enough, his eyes gave off a scintillating glimmer, it only vanishing as he gave her a smile, a rarity in itself. Facing her fully, he shrugged. “So maybe you have the general idea…but you’re telling me you don’t know what I meant in the least by my comment?”
Chrys looked up thoughtfully, skimming her mind for the answer. ‘Kill what’s already dead…kill what’s already- wait…’ Raising an eyebrow, she started to speak in a professional tone. “Alright, considering you mentioned me looking up your file in Umbrella’s database, I take it this is in reference at it reading deceased under your status…for the past few years now though obviously that’s not the case. And considering I wouldn’t accept the fact that I was…well, since that was not true, it only took a few minutes to hack deeper into Umbrella into your little ‘secret file’.”
Smiling snidely at seeing Kaseus’s smile sink back into the realm of seriousness, Chrys continued confidently. “This file of yours had extremely restricted access, was to be kept off the record, as if you didn’t even exist. It made being one of Umbrella’s assassin lap dog b*tches quite easier, didn’t it…Kas?” Her expression turned cold and vindictive, blue eyes boring into the side of Kaseus’s skull.
Nodding, he strangely agreed with her, his eyes gaining a thoughtful look. Chrys looked to him peculiarly, impulsively pulling her beretta from its holster and in between Kaseus’s eyes, at the same time he took out a Desert Eagle, digging the barrel into her neck. Readying his gun, his gaze turned cold. “See, the b*tch comment wasn’t necessary. True…but unnecessary.”
Chrys didn’t back down, her eyelids fluttering slightly as he traced the gun around her collar bone, stopping at the center of her throat. Feigning seriousness, she looked to him with a mixture of apathy and pity. “Kaseus…what the in the hell did they do to you? You were always a coldhearted bastard but…” Unable to finish her sentence, emotion starting to creep in, she took a deep breath, eyes filed with rue. “So which virus was it? G…? No, you’d be mutating as we speak…and the T-Virus isn’t any better, highly contagious unless they, whoever the hell they are…managed to perfect it for you.”
Kaseus kept his Desert Eagle trained on Chrys’s neck, scoffing after a minute as he lost the glacial look in his eyes. Holstering his gun, he started to continue down the hall, shaking his head, a droll look across his face. “Please Chrys…I’m f*cked up enough as is…you think I’d let them inject a virus they’re still not certain about…into MY bloodstream?”
Chrys kept her beretta out, flipping it around her finger as she walked by him, nonchalant. “Hey, you’ve done every other drug under the sun, what’s a virus?”
Kaseus groaned, stopping frustrated in the hall. “For the last god damn time, I’ve never done drugs,” Running a hand through his hair, he started to mutter curses fluently in Italian, increasing his pace down the hall. “Sh*t, you always have to hope there’s something wrong with everybody-”
“There IS something wrong with you!” interjected Chrys, a tremble to her voice. Lowering her gaze, her voice came out testy. “Look, you were enhanced or something of that sort. Just tell me what…alright?”
“Why do you care?” mused Kaseus, wincing as the sun started to set, a screaming inferno orange in the corridor. At not hearing a sarcastic or cynical remark, he risked a glance to Chrys. Her fists were balled up tightly on each side, she walking almost robotic and keeping an unfocused stare to the spiraling black marble floor. His face broke for a minute, it unnerving him to see her acting in such a manner. It was one of the things he hated about her…the fact that she could make him care.
Rolling his eyes, he sighed. “Okay Chrys, I’ll play, just for the hell of it. You’re right…it is a virus, surprise, surprise. It’s more of a controlled variant of the T-Virus, related to it but not the exact thing. Courtesy of a company outside of Umbrella not goal orientated with changing the world…but of course, Umbrella found them out, shot them down, and got me as a neat little gift,” He scoffed. “The G-virus? I wouldn’t trust that with my-”
“How long?”
“Eh?” Kaseus raised an eyebrow, turning to face her.
Chrys closed her eyes, concentrating on getting rid of the misty look her eyes held. Fists shaking wildly, she stopped, stretching her hand out over the glass window. “How long, Kaseus? When did you give up your humanity to science?” She drummed her fingertips along the glass, grinding her teeth bitterly.
Looking out into the city’s landscape with her, his features grew reticent. “It’s been almost a year now…”
“Side effects…?” Her expression had turned vague, eyes sparkling in hues under the red-yellow sun, both palms now pressed against the cool not so shatterproof glass.
“…The gradual and complete loss of all my emotions, the temporary puppet phase, the virus eating at my sanity…and then,” He shrugged. “I become a psychopath, killing everyone and everything in my path. That’s life for you.”
Chrys glowered, pushing out against the window with a look as if she had tasted something bitter. “Life’s a f*cking b*tch…oh and Kaseus, sorry in advance but I just can’t help it.”
Suspicion grew in his eyes. “Help what?” In response, Chrys heaved out onto the ground once more, holding onto the wall for support. Kaseus closed his eyes, making a face. Sighing, he rubbed her back absentmindedly, whispering. “My poor little flower…”
"Alright then lead the way." Travis said as he unsheathed his katana and switched it to his left hand. Unholstering his desert eagle with his right he looked at Lianne. "I'll take point once we get there, but there is an UBCS Weapons Cache on the way. We may want to check it out. There may be some pretty heavy artillery there."
“You’re up to something…”
“Hmm?” Kaseus raised his head up from the white frosted mini fridge, glancing back to Chrys curiously.
Sitting back in an office chair, eyes narrowed heavily in suspicion, Chrys crossed her legs. After her little moment of sickness, despite her complaints, he had insisted upon taking her into the closest room, finding her something so she wouldn’t get sick on him again. Crossing her arms, she sat up, eyes revealing her dubiety. “You’re being nice…so you must be up to something. What exactly, I’m still trying to figure out…”
Rolling his eyes, he leaned up, taking out two bottles from the still operating fridge. Tossing a can of cola to Chrys, he opened up his ginger ale, shrugging nonchalant as he leaned to the adjacent yellow wall. “Think what you want…when you’re all on edge makes it fun to be around you.”
Chrys looked at the unopened red can, grimacing as she pushed it in Kaseus’s direction. “I can’t drink this…I can’t even stand it.”
Kaseus stopped mid swig, speaking into the can opening. “Since when? That was almost the only thing you drank when we were together.”
“Yeah…” Chrys looked to the can dully. “Well, guess what?” Weighing the can in her palm, in a sudden movement, she threw it to Kaseus, he catching it automatically. Getting up from her seat, she walked over to him, snatching away his ginger-ale as he attempted another sip. Drinking meaningfully, she sighed in content. “I stopped drinking that stuff once I left you.”
At that point, Kaseus looked highly tempted to bash her headin with her unopened can of soda. Ignoring his impulse, he opened up the coke. “So now you’re obsessed with the soda that used to make you gag, no matter what I mixed it with?”
Finishing up the soda rather quickly, Chrys tossed it into an overflowing blue garbage bin, pushing open the door leading out into the corridor. “I wouldn’t say obsessed…I would just say I’ve taken a sort of liking to it.”
Kaseus downed half the coke, skidding the can across the solitary wooden table in the room and following after Chrys. She had already started to walk, looking at door after door in scrutiny. Walking to her side, he raised both his hands behind his head, lazily yawning as he let his guard drop.
Chrys gave a quick look to Kaseus’s tired figure, forming a wry face at seeing something glint from his open mouth. Closing her eyes in distaste, she shook her head. “Kaseus…please don’t tell me…what the hell is that…thing in your tongue?”
Stretching his arms to the sky, he glanced to her almost half asleep. Shaking off his weariness, he made a face. “What are you talking about…?” He rolled his tongue across his teeth, coming to a realization as he stuck out his tongue, showing a small silver stud. Chrys waved her hands for him to elaborate, him looking to her plainly. “First of all, in a manner of speaking, I’m off duty. Second of all, you never minded it before.”
“That’s because I was under your jurisdiction.” Chrys had already started to take out her beretta, waiting for his next response.
“No…that’s because you enjoyed it too much when I-”
Chrys pointed the gun deep into his cheek, smiling crossly. “Finish that sentence Kaseus and I think you’ll have enough holes in your tongue to get as much piercings as you wish…” Dropping her smile, her finger brushed against the trigger. “That is, of course, if you survived.”
Not yet able to look her in the eyes, Kaseus stared ahead solemnly. “Hey, Chrys, tell me why…tell me why it bothers you so much about our past? What’s done is done, believe it or not, we slept with each other.”
“I was on the rebound.” Responded Chrys coolly, pulling her beretta from Kaseus’s cheek and deftly placing it back into its holster.
Faking a pained look, he pulled back from Chrys. “That was cold…”
Chrys’s eyes widened in disbelief at hearing something like that coming from Kaseus, of all people. “That was co-, THAT was cold?!?” Pointing her finger hard into his chest, she spoke bitterly. “No Kaseus, THAT was justified. Cold was when you sabotaged your teammates and comrades…all those that trusted you, you betrayed because of your secondary objectives, because our lives didn’t matter. Cold was when you dared try to kill me so don’t you dare go on about anything I say or do being ‘cold’ Kaseus because you have no right!” Her voice was now a harsh shout, echoing out into the corridor.
Aloof during her outburst, he suddenly looked up in thought, fingers stroking an invisible beard. “Oh yes, Chrys, that reminds me,” One minute, Chrys had been staring to Kaseus coolly in the hall, the next, he had slammed and pinned her up against the window, one hand pressed to the glass, another holding a Desert Eagle beneath her neck. “I still haven’t killed you yet, now have I? What, you didn’t think I had just come to visit, now, did you?” Chrys raised her head up away from the barrel of the gun, more annoyed that she hadn’t seen it coming than frightened that he might pull the trigger.
Kaseus gave a startling smile, his free hand by her waist, eyes holding no warmth. “Though the question is how should I go about killing you…?” His hand slid up her vest, Chrys gasping as he ran cold fingers past her ribs and over her heart, he whispering as he looked down to her. “Should I be still thy beating heart?” Moving his hand from beneath her vest, he ran a hand to her throat, his gun aimed haphazardly into her shoulder as he breathed onto her neck. “Or should I slit your precious little throat, sink my teeth into your neck and act as if I have truly lost my humanity?”
At this and feeling herself start to shiver, Chrys had decided she had had enough. Gulping, her expression grew fierce as she stepped on his inner step, pushing him away and opting for her beretta instead a swift kick to the…well, you get the idea. “Have you lost your god damn mind?” She laughed sardonically despite her hasty heartbeat. “Did you think I would just ‘let’ you toy with me? Kill me even?”
Holstering his Desert Eagle, he examined her features before raising an eyebrow. “No, Chrys, as I matter of fact, I expected something like that. That’s why killing you is going to be so much fun. Just when you least expect it,” He aimed a finger towards her, firing off an invisible shot. “I’ll blow your f*cking brains out…” At this he smiled, starting down the hall.
Chrys didn’t bother to fire off her beretta, there wasn’t any need for her to provoke him. Baiting him wouldn’t work either as he would indefinitely shoot her…he was quite the ruthless character. Placing her beretta away, she walked ahead of him, shrugging. “Well Kas, as long as you kill me after I finish my objective, I don’t give a good god damn,” She smirked, her eyes cold. “I never thought Liam would ever serve to benefit my purposes but with him messing up Malconin it was all too helpful in getting the others as far away from me as possible. They’ll be so distracted working on him at the hospital that the wheels would have already been put into motion once I’m done.”
“The others…?” Kaseus looked out through the window. “Oh yes, I recall, that woman carrying Valious, along with his two comrades and the girl. And Paul, how could I forget him? I should’ve blew his brains out when I had the chance…” His tone turned bitter, filled with a cold malice.
Disdain flashed across Chrys’s features. “Why do you hate him so? Christ, you’d think he’d killed your family just by the way you say his name.”
“It’s too complicated for your simple mind to understand,” He turned from the window, his gaze now aimed at Chrys’s scorn ridden face. “So what exactly are you going to do here anyway?”
Waving her hands in the air, she mocked his earlier words. “It’s too complicated for your simple mind to understand.”
“Chrys.” He looked to her coolly.
Smiling deviously, she drummed the hilt of her katana, an ice blue spark to her eyes. “You’ll see…”
As Berina and the others approached the entrance to the hopsital, they froze at the sight of a figure standing within the shadows of the entrance. Berina dropped the unconcious Malconin to the ground, drawing her weapons, Darkes shot gun came up, intending to blast the figure to hell. Paul and Raine prepared to perform a similar act of violence on the unwelcomed visitor. Jason stood there with a half smile on his mangled face
"Now, now," said the the shadow in a startlingly familiar male voice. "You wouldn't want to kill the only man who can stop this whole situation, would you?"
The figure stepped out from the shadows and Berina gasped in shock, a hand coming to her mouth. Drakes shotgun barrel slowly lowered to the ground as he stared in incomprehension. Jason chuckled loudly as Paul and Raine's eyes boggled.
Standing before them, his brand new black leather clothes shining under the lamp light, and with a cocky smirk on his face that caused his scar to crinkle, was Malconin Valious. Standing tall, light shining brightly in his eyes...unharmed...powerfull.
"No fu*king way!" Drake exclaimed. "How?"
Malconin pulled a gold plated Desert Eagle from his holstr and fired a shot into the unconcious Malconin's head. "Quite the diversion, don't you think? Though he is useless now."
The four of them stared at him blankly, while Jason kept on smiling.
"Oh come on. You don't think Chrys could really have beaten me in a fight?!" Malconin scoffed and shook his head. "Even my lovely wife couldn't detect the imposter. Neither did my enemies. And with them thinking me injured, I have the upper hand. Liam's time is running short, but it will be oh so painful."
"Well?" he prompted. "Some sort of reaction would be nice."
((OOC: Nice plot twist…))
Chrys blew a grey cloud of smoke from her face, trying to keep her focus on the large flat computer screen before her. Typing rapidly as she analyzed what appeared to be a series of numbers and letters to the casual observer, she stumbled on a blinking key, Kaseus letting out another cloud of heated smoke to the side of her face.
“Oh for the love of,” Chrys slammed her fingers down frustrated onto the keys, rolling her eyes upwards as if begging for God to intervene. After a minute and not receiving any divine help, she rolled her eyes in Kaseus’s direction. Snatching his cigarette from between his fingers, she placed it in between her lips, eyebrow raised. “What the hell is your problem? Smoking in front of a lady and not even offering?”
Starting to take a drag, Chrys got interrupted only a second later as Kaseus snatched the cig from her lips. Leaning back against the blue counter made up of mostly computer equipment, he let out a cloud into the air. “You explain what the hell we’re doing here and maybe I’ll let you take a drag…”
“Like I don’t have my own pack of cigs…don’t smoke Newports anyways…” grumbled Chrys, an irritated look crossing her features.
Kaseus looked to her impatiently. “Well, are you going to tell me just what the hell you’re doing here or do I chop off a finger, one by one? That would get you to talk, right?”
After walking around for a little more than a half hour, Chrys had finally found the room she had been looking for. Aligning one wall was nothing but computers as far as the eye could see, each one more advanced than the next and all connecting into the stations mainframe. The beige wall opposite the countless CPU’s had been plastered with charts and posters, a crude attempt to hide the slow chipping of cheap paint.
Chrys made a face in his direction, dropping her fingers down onto the keyboard. She hated being interrupted, even more so by her supposed murderer. Taking his cigarette from his lips, she started to try to take a drag once more, he pulling it from her lips as soon as she tried. Blowing an invisible cloud of smoke, her eyes flickered in aggravation.
Tapping the keys testily, she spoke lowly. “Alright Ice,” She was no longer in the mood to go by formalities. Glaring to him, apathy covered her expression. “This decision of mine does partially have an impact on you…along with everybody else so I should tell you something. I wanted Mr. Valious…Malconin, I wanted him to destroy everything in this city, every bit of research done, I wanted decimated. However, despite that, I doubt he would be willing to scrap away years of work…nor would he be willing to get rid of this biohazard of a city he created what with his ‘antivirus’ beneath the city…or wherever the hell it is,” She laughed to herself without any humor. “He probably has it inside some sort of holy vessel hidden by a sadomasochist cult that needs a human sacrifice or some crap like that…”
Kaseus gave a half smirk, with his free hand, rapping Chrys lightly in the head with his knuckles. “Sometimes I wonder what exactly goes on up there…but continue, you’ve managed to pique my curiosity.”
Chrys widened her arms out to the computers. “That’s where these cold pieces of metal…and my hacking skills come into play,” Continuing on her work, she spoke distractedly. “If Mr. Valious won’t destroy the city…I will. All it needs is a few swift strokes of the fingertips and an idea of what the hell you’re doing…override any military security systems in my way and block out those who would stop me, get control over a precision tactical nuclear device yielding around 5 kilos…detonate it over this city and the cleansing will commence…”
Snorting loudly, a steady stream of smoke left Kaseus’s nostrils as he looked to Chrys, trying to see if he heard her correctly. “A what!? You mean a nuke…you’re talking about nuking the city…the one we’re in?”
Chrys merely glanced to him indifferently, turning back to her work soon after. At seeing she was serious, Kaseus rubbed his nose vigorously, her last statement throwing him off. He took a long drag, blowing a stream of smoke into the air coolly. “Chrys…have you lost your f*cking mind?”
Her fingers slipped on the keyboard, she stopping to think about the question. She nodded her head with a shrug. “Possibly…though in a few minutes, my sanity won’t really matter much, now will it?”
Slamming a finger down onto the enter button, a tight grip around her wrist instantly prevented her from doing so. Kaseus held onto her firmly without using much strength, looking to her through an impossible blue. “Sorry Chrys but I’m hoping you didn’t think I’d just let you destroy everything over your little issues…” His eyes then gained a surprisingly anxious glare, one almost filled with concern. “What about...”
“What about what?” Chrys could only summon bitterness, unable to pull herself from his grasp. She narrowed her eyes. “The survivors? The people who managed to survive through this hell? What about Valious? Raine? Paul?” She scoffed, slipping her wrist from his hold, keeping her hand still in the air as a sneer formed across her face. “Like you give a damn.”
Kaseus nodded in agreement. “True…” He snatched her arm from the air, twisting it to her back as he stepped behind her. Sighing, he took a drag, blowing smoke through her hair and across her neck. “But I wasn’t referring to them.”
“So it’s all about your fu-,AH!” Chrys let out a scream, Kaseus twisting her arm.
“No need for curses…”
Letting his grasp slip from her wrist, he only winced as she quickly struck him across the face with a heavy punch. Shaking out her fist, Chrys glared to him ruthlessly, hand falling down to the hilt of her katana. Gripping onto it tightly, she calmed down her anger, sticking with coldness as her open emotion. “So if it isn’t about you, Kaseus,” His name rolled off her tongue as if he were poison. “Then what is the issue at hand? Thinking once your dead you won’t get your paycheck for killing off your comrades?”
Looking to her tiredly, Kaseus leaned his elbow to the wall, taking a drag to get his attention away from his tender jaw and turning a glance to a raggedy blue poster on the wall. ‘The truth will set you free…huh, really,’ Focusing back to Chrys, he became solemn. “No Chrys…this doesn’t have a thing to do with me…well, part of it does. But most of it, no, everything has to do with you.”
Chrys gave a mock shocked expression, gasping loudly as she placed a hand over her chest. “Me?! Am I really the center of the universe like I’ve always dreamed?” She finished her exclamation dryly, a cold smile spreading across her lips.
Irked, Kaseus’s gaze turned sideways, he muttering beneath his breath indecipherably. She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Do you wanna speak up? Say it to my face…?”
Kaseus returned her cold leer, walking up to Chrys purposefully. Burning out his cigarette on a computer screen, he looked Chrys in the eye confidently, speaking clearly to her face. “You sarcastic…f*cking preñada b*tch.”
Chrys blushed furiously, at the same time slapping Kaseus with as much force as she could summon. Hand stinging from the slap, she looked to him with a cold fury and a tinge of embarrassment. “I may call myself a b*tch but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever let you do the same. And as for the Spanish…I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She brushed past him, heading to the door.
“The hell you don’t,” Kaseus snatched her wrist, whipping her around to him and looking to her gravely. He sighed. “While I’d love it if I were naïve, stupid even, I’m not. It’s been a year when you decided to reduce how much you smoke, then all of a sudden you try and stop completely…and when you do catch yourself, you’re fake smoking. Taking a puff but not inhaling. Then,” He laughed to himself, shaking his head. “The little nauseous bits at work, recovering from food poisoning, didn’t eat enough that day, ate too much that day, any little excuse you could come up with…although,”
At seeing her start to turn away, he pulled her close, bringing both hands behind her back in a swift movement. “The foods you ate…mysteriously enough, everything you hated, you started to love. That should’ve given it away, no?” A vague expression in his eyes, he twirled her around, her back now to his chest, one hand binding both of hers together. “So it would have to be four months…after all, that is the last time we were together…” He slid his free hand beneath her vest, a cool hand brushing against her stomach. She felt a slow helplessness beginning to overwhelm her, she unconsciously leaning her head back and closing her eyes as he spoke softly into her ear. “No wonder it doesn’t show…can’t even tell,” Sighing, he rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Chrys, I’m sorry about the b*tch comment but you have to tell me something and tell me honestly considering you’ve never had to lie to me before so you shouldn’t start now…” Loosening his grip on her wrists, he stroked her cheek, speaking unnaturally gentle. “Am I going to be a father…?”
"I don't know. Haven't you lived here for six years?" Lianne said sarcastically as she watched the buildings in front of them. Travis nodded as he threw a look behind them and saw a Giant Figure moving towards them. "Uh, Lianne? I think you should run ahead and find the others. Take Fiftieth Street about a hundred yards up then go down MLK Avenue. You'll come across a small bakery. Inside in the kitchen there is a large walk-in fride. that is the armory. The hospital is only a few blocks up and to the left of there. Go Now or our new friend may have something to say about it."
Shocked Lianne turned to look at Travis and then followed his eyes to the Giant Figure. "Oh shit! Come on we're both going!" She shouted as she tugged on his arm. "No. I'll stay and slow it down. If we let it be it could ruin everything. Besides it won't stop unless it is killed. You'll be fine, just go." Travis said as he set the duffel bag on the ground.
"Yeah, but what about you?! That is an improved bioweapon! He will tear you to pieces! I just got you back, I am not going to lose you again!" Lianne shouted at Travis as she kept leading him towards Fiftieth Street.
"Lianne, you love and trust me right?" Travis asked calmly as he stopped her and looked into her eyes. "Yes, I do." Lianne said knowing there was no stopping Travis. "Then Please go. I will be fine. I don't know if Mal's plan will work so take the explosives with you." Travis said as he looked Lianne over. "I love you." he said as their lips locked. For a moment everything disapeared and it seemed as if Travis was floating in space, only him and Lianne. A loud crash caused the two to break the kiss and turn to the giant figure. He was only a hundred yards away. "GO NOW!" Travis said as he walked towards the Giant figure. Lianne Grabbed the back and ran towards Fiftieth.
Berina almost flinched as the 'real' Malconin shot the unconcious one in the head, she sniffed the air and sheathed her kitana, and walked passed Drake, right to Malconin and sniffing him over, making a full circle she stopped and grabbed his hand, licking the face of his palm and waiting a moment, then stepping behind him and pulling up his clothes a little to look for something only they knew about on his back. It was there, the small little inking she'd done so many years ago. She stood and smiled a little, "Its him."
The figure walked under a working streetlight, allowing Travis a few view of its gruesome inhumanity. The Figure was over eight feet in height and was cover in muscles and large scars all over its body. Its skin was a pallid grey, and Travis thought the creature was a new Nemisis Model. The modifications were of course two eyes, a lipped mouth, and no tentacles that Travis could see. The Nemisis was wearing Black leather Pants just like the older model and it was also smarter. The Creature saw the Sword in Travis' hand and pulled a streetsign from the ground and slammed it against a car. The block of concrete disentegrated and Nemisis wielded it like a sword. 'Great this thing knows what I had in mind.' Travis told himself as he ran at the Nemisis, ready for his last stand.
Malconin folded his arms over his chest and raised a brow at Berina's animal-like scrutiny.
"Oh, that was me who saved your arse," Malconin said in answer to Drake's question. "Why wouldn't I take the opportunity to have you in my debt?" He smiled sadistically. "Though I suppose the fact that I let you live in the first place put you there. As for when the switch took place, well, that's irrelevant now. If you really need to know, then figure it out for yourself."
Malconin turned to Jason, who was still smiling, and frowned. "Find something amusing, cousin?"
"I knew it wasn't you all along."
"Oh, how?"
"Because, you were far too nice. In reality, you have always been a prick. That imposter wasn't."
Malconin grinned. "You're right, I have always been a prick. And do you know what pricks do when they are disrespected?" He asked, drawing his second gold plated Desert Eagle.
"Now, now-" Jason began to raise his hand, but two shots rang out, the bullets lodging between his dead eyes, the mass of rotting flesh dropping to the ground in a stinking heap. Malconin clenched his teeth, grimicing against the invisible enrgies that rocketed from Jason's dead body into his own. He dropped to a knee, breathing hard. "Prick indeed."
Malconin stod again and stared down Drake. "Whatever bond you formed with the Imposter, you can forget it continueing with me. In fact, should you show yourself to be usless from this point on, you can expect a bullet to be lodged between your eyes. The key must be strong, I will remove any weak links."
He glanced at Berina, knowing that he wouldn't kill her, and smiled. "You have changed much since I last saw you. Your enhancements are coming along nicely, perfect for you to destroy that pest Liam for me. That will be my task to you, my love. Destroy Liam, and I shall think of a suitable way to reward you."
He turned back to Drake. "You have a loftier goal. Together, you and I will hunt down and kill Chrys. She intends to destroy this city with a Nuke, but what she doesn't reallize is that such a plan is not fool proof."
"How do you know all this, if you've been away?" Asked Drake.
"I have been watching everything that you people have been doing. You'd be surprised where my secret Umbrella security camera's are...and besides that, I sense things...I know what she is up to." his brow furrowed. "There is another with her...though...I can't tell who it is...whatever, the stranger is powerful...he will be an even bigger threat than Chrys."
Malconin turned to Paul and Raine ad offered a sadistic smile. "And you two will be our bait, especially you, Paul." Malconin walked to him casually and plucked the gun from his hand. "Smart lad. I'm glad someone isn't foolish enough to deny me." Raine let off a shot into Malconin's head and Mal turned and punched her in the stomach, grabbing her guns as she doubled over, Paul rushing to hold her upright, glaring daggers at Malconin.
"Jason was right, you are a fu*king prick."
Malconin smiled. "I know you love her, Chrys I mean, and I know that she still loves you." Malconin's smale broadened and his eyes sparkled. "I know a secret about Chrys, something that you would be very interested to know, though, I am not giong to tell you. But beleive me, if you knew, you'd want her to live even more so." Malconin chuckled. "That is why you are going to co-operate. You see, if you do as you are told, I may...and I stress the word may, decide to be leniant and let the both of you live. Oh, you will never again be 'free', but you will live. Defy me," Malconin narrowed his eyes and leant in close to Paul's face. "Defy me, and the three of you will die a most horrible death." Malconin chuckled, knowing that the three Paul thought he was referring to was Himself, Raine and Chrys. Malconin, however, was referring to Chry's unborn child as the third party.
"Oh Chrys, Chrys Chrys," he muttered to himself as he walked away from Paul. "This is what you get when you sleep with multiple men. So who's child is it, sweet Chrys? Paul's? Or that stranger who seems oh so dangerous to my cause? Either way, you little sl*t, it is just another thing to use against you. You will be mine," he glanced off in the direction he could sense she was in, "whether you come to me allive...or in a body bag."