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Title- Inglorious Warfare
Rating- M for Violence Strong Language, and Adult themse {i.e.- Drugs, alcohol}

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"Taking blow after blow won't help us in this. We can't sit and listen as they lecture its become a fight or die situation. Battleing these bastards is going to kill us whether we want it to or not. We won't last long if we keep sitting.... We have over six thousands troops of four thousand men each with us. The Rest? Hell... They are the ones with the snipers planning our death... Take them out now that makes one less loose end... Vryllnithia is on the verge of destruction. This is our home. I won't watch it fall. Will you? Fuck your thoughts... We can't think.. We have to act... We have to take down the Legimont.... Or die."
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Chapter One
Determined

The skies were ready to bleed. The land was growing black. A march was coming... A march of a horde so vast it would cause the ground to shake and the souls of Vryllnithia to flee and wish for death. They say war will never end. Not until all are dead. Blood shed had become inevitable and it was upon that thought that the task team called Hallow was focused on. Hallow was based of seven men, each having a special quality that made the team an utter perfection, or so one would think. However we should back track. It is six men and one female. Taking orders from The Core. Just as Team alpha, Beta, and Slaughter were. The rest of the Troop belonging to The Core was settled deep down waiting on Hallow to lead the march forward taking down the enemy from the side lines. Vryllnithia had become part of tactical masquerade. It was not a live and let die. This had been going on for ages, since The Betrayer's first fall, the Legimont raising their own army of men and Dragon alike, holding the weapons of mass destruction in their clutches. Now it was time to for a rebellion. Being ordered by the laws of the Legimont was no longer an answer. Not for General Reves. Reves was determined beyond all hope to end this war. How soon: In a few days. He didn't want to ravage Vryllnithia's land more than it already was. It was not a great quality to be so fucking determined, but for him? He was leading thousands of men to their death. He had to be determined. He'd probably cave in from stress if he wasn't.

Troops that would never fall away.... Hallow team was making their own way down to the rendezvous point with Team Slaughter. It was on the border of Jánico, right at the edge. At that point they’d take an all out break into the city. Being calm at first, keeping the weapons hidden, then? Then the real fun would begin. Once they hit Jánico’s center all hell would break loose and shit would the fan. It would hit hard too. They’d take out any military official they saw, anyone from the government minus the double agent they had on the inside, Mychel Vorhys. Vorhys was part of the Alpha Team. Being assigned a special operation, he was to give all Intel to Reves who then gave it to the group that was storming a gate in which the Intel would be of value. Beta team was up above, watching the procession of Hallow and Slaughter as they reached by sides of the city and began to go in, being the air support to the whole lot. Beta team was set up to see that should any group fall short and miss a check point they could come in and take over till the team was up and going. Beta team was an utter air support group however and used the helicopters, which were few, and led the charges of air, either by Dragon or Helicopter, preferring the Dragon however. Alpha team was set up as an Assassination and Double Agent group. Always attacking from the inside, as Mychel was, he and ArchAngyl being ready at any moment to ‘hand over their life’ to the enemy, but then turning around and stabbing them right in the jugular vein. Then sit and laugh as they bled to death. Alpha team had become crucial… Slaughter however? Be glad they are on our side. These guys kill without mercy, being the very essence of decay. They jump right in and begin killing, being the sister to Hallow. However, unlike Hallow, Slaughter shoots… then asks questions.

Hallow was set up with a serial killer as the leader; isn’t that wonderful? James Ryan Jericho Lecter, son of Razen Jericho Lecter and Adam Lecter. Brother to Marcus Lecter and his two sisters, one deceased, the other reported missing. Possibly Dead as well. James was Classified as Public Enemy number one by the Legimont after his massacre of a Sylithean village, followed by a Mokyn Massacre. He had been fourteen years old, now he was twenty-two years old and Still looking young. James was not someone to toy around with. Not unless you wanted to die. He was made leader because he got the job done. Ranking top one in The Pits with his Dragon Azerbeyne, being forced to fight for his and Azerbeyne’s life in the pits or die… Reves had watched, with hatred, but searching for a fighter. He got lucky stumbling upon the two near death while fighting and then yanking themselves up from the bottom to a severe killing spree wiping out half the stadium. Reves went to James and offered and James could merely smile his own deadly smile…. He accepeted.

The Female of Hallow was named Alyssen. She was tricky to define on her own objective. No one was sure where she was found, but she was a damn good fighter. Wielding two deadly blades that were made so that the hilt of the blades wrapped around the wrist, able to be grasped by the hand and then as the dark crimson blade that curved slightly. Easy for an Assassination kill, or slicing someone’s head clean off. She was a very intelligent person, able to shut down an entire computer system within seconds. She was lethal and deadly… Having black hair and deep blue eyes. Her origins are unknown, she is age nineteen and nicknamed Alys. Alys the Bloody. Few mess with her and know to respect her. Alys’ Dragon is Fryctor.

Storm Recair. Aka Sharder Bloodrin. Being considered the next dangerous person on Vryllnithia, he’s titled Public Enemy number two by the legimont. His killing follows right behind James and the best part: they are the best of friends. Why this is ironic, Storm’s family was in the Sylithean Massacre, killed by James and Storm had vowed revenge. He never got it but learned that James was a lot more than just some slaughterer. He had a heart. Storm is lethal and powerful, Prefering to use his Demonic strength in taking down an enemy. Once in a blood rage, few things can stop him. One being James’ blood. The other being love. Storm’s dragon is Narasu.

The next four men are not ones to mess with, but who in Hallow would you want to mess with? Srysak, once a Syrask of Nyrvyria, but after the death of his Dragon he took on Anniba, a Avysira Dragon and friend to Azerbeyne. Srysak and Anniba were as well found in the pits, but escaping, not fighting. Anniba herself has a deep history kept locked in. A monster. Sargeant Simon Ree Dezaro. Simon was deployed from the Beta team and set into Hallow for his master at working with guns and electronics. His lineage is unknown. His dragon is a male, Dezora. The next man is one that tends to be a niucance. Seargeant Milik Raone Nakarove, He normally trries to be funny, but in the end pisses James off prefering to call James, Ryan, doing it just to piss James off. Milik was also deployed but from the larger army set as a reserve for D-Day. His Dragon Nemiclis is male. The last member of the group, and most silent, is Allyn Ristix Wilson. Being a strong man in every aspect he was taken off the streets after fighting off a group of Sears, since he’s been considered a danger to himself, having a strange reaction to many things. He jumps at slight sounds, as if hiding something… He has no dragon.

Hallow made it to the rendouzou. Dressed in black cloaks to hide the guns and weapons underneath. All hell was about to break loose and it was only going to take on gun shot. James being infront smiled, looking up as they made it to the center of the town he lifted his weapon from under his cloak, someone catching the glint of sunlight on metal and saw the Ak-47 right as it fired, striking a man dead between the shoulder blades. The man fell to his knees, then collapsed, twitching in pain as his blood poured from his body. Soon he lay still. A pool of blood around him. Mass chaos erupted, people screamed and ran. The police force, or Sears, showed up not long after. Looking for the corrupters. They didn’t find them. Srysak hissed to James, “Don’t kill civilians! We are trying to save them from the legimont, not kill them!”
“Does it look like I care? People are going to die, a lot of people, before this is over.” James snarled, he tugged the cloak off, dressed in padded armor and guns. He drew the sword at his side, the Ak-47 dropping to the ground. Srysak looked to Storm for some kind of help and Storm merely shrugged, “I’m not stopping him, we were sent to kill off as many as we could, at least he’s doing his job.”
“Yea… And more.”
“Aw let him be. He’s enjoying doing something for a change.” Alys said with a sinister smile and she went off into the crowd as well, swords latched to her wrists as she cut and hacked away at any idiot dumb enough to try and stop her. Srysak rolled his eyes, “This is going to get us killed…” Milik laughed, “That’s what she said!”
“Who?”
“You’re mom!”
“What the hell Milik?”
“You’re no fun…” Milik growled under his breath and he left. Srysak stood confused, “What the hell about my mom?” Five seconds later his eyes widened and he yelled, “MILIK YOU ASS!” Milik was far off, laughing as he shot someone in the back of the head.

Above the beta group was running a full scan of the area. The helicopter’s blades cutting through the air like a butter knife. The temperatures were moderate, warm; a good sign. For now at least. Cold weather was as well good, but they’d sooner be flying the giant metal bird in eighty-four degree weather than in negative thirty. The Dragons were told to stay away, despite their resitance. The mission was to crucial to let them in. they didn’t want to kill any civilians, only the legimont officials. And being stupid they were storming the very heart of the Legimont. A short little message that would be left, they needed one thing and at the signal, they would know to leave the message.

James looked up, smiling as he saw the helicopter he looked down and pulled a flare from his belt, cracking it he dropped it on the ground, dropping a smoke grenade by it. He backed off, turning and screaming, “STAR” five replies of “Texas” answered him and Hallow grouped up on the border once again. Looking to the sky as they saw a sudden shadow pass by, Beta had seen the flares and smoke and had called in the messenger… The shadow was massive on the ground, wings shown and James looked up, feeling the brush of his mind like a feather. The rush of adrenaline like an apocalypse waiting, there was no turning back. As James looked up at glittering scales, darker and darker, the violent color of an abyss, blocking out the sun… The creature’s shattering scream made many flee the area, but there were too slow. The boiling heat as the temperature of the city rose, nothing was going to save anyone. Not now, not ever. This creature, it was more than just a volatile beast….

The sudden fiery explosion, the flames licking the ground as the message seem to etch across the City, the smell of burning flesh and rotting decay filled the air with a putrid scent. Blood boiled and screams fled the throats of innocent victims… James just smiled…. He had no care for the lives that would die. That was what pissed Srysak off, he couldn’t take it. He grabbed James’ throat and slammed him into a wall, his eyes locking to James’ who seemed to stay still watching him back. Srysak snarled, “You don’t care do you?! That your… beast is killing them?”
“Why should I? And Azer is no beast.”
“You should care about these people. They are your people… “
“I told you, people will die.”
“But can’t we spare some?”
“No.” James snarled.
“I suggest you pull your own self together James! I’m not going to take this!”
“You are one to speak Srysak… Seeing as you wanted to kill me many a time.”
“And I learned not to try it.”
“Only in fear of Marcus,” James snarled, “You knew my death meant yours soon after, that he’d hunt you down, just as I would for him.”
“An eye for an eye makes the world blind James!”
“Fuck the world.”
“What’s gotten into you lately?”
“Should it matter my own means and stakes of survival?”
“This is madness, not survival.”
“No… This is not madness. This is my way of getting to where we need to be in this. We can’t win the war unless things as this happen. I know the legimont damnit..”
“Fuck you James.”
“You’re a tid bit late.”
“Huh… Yea sure. You’re going to kill innocent people for this?”
“You would do the same.”
“I would not.”
“You would if you had been put into what I was put into.”
“What do you mean?”
“Some things are better silent than said.”
Srysak backed off, letting go, his eyes locked on James and a cold shiver down his spine as he saw not just madness, but a killer. Storm looked to James with growing worry but knew better than to try and calm James down. James would calm down on his own accord. At this rate, it would be when this surge was done with. He looked to Alys and gave a smile, she glared at him, confused and angry with him with the way he seemed to treat her. As if she was fragile and delicate… She did not like that. She was the exact opposite, and if she was Fragile and Delicate, she sure didn’t Act like it. She looked away from Storm, who’s face went back to a sad look to it. He liked her, no doubt to it, but he also liked Shia. Love… So evil.

James walked forward, watching as the flames erupted around him, burning through the ground and smoke. He looked up, a smile on his face as Azerbeyne scorched the words into the grounds… Her wings creating the sound of drums, her humming throat, that of the orchestra… The Orchestra of Death. Her eyes locked down onto James as her jaws closed tight, her mind like an inferno, she growled the words that now burned in the streets… Slaughter’s Creed…
James looked up to her and smiled, Yes…A Creed it is…
Ah but boy, you need to calm down. Reves is breathing down our necks and waiting for a step across that well drawn line. Watch your movement and words, actions are louder than words and should you or I create and action to loud… We will sooner be killed before we can escape… Or worse.
Worse?
Yes, Worse, should we go back to the Pits? I daresay not. But If he does send us back, he’ll hand you right back over to the Project that broke the simplicity you had. That piece of you that Marcus knew very well. It is still there… But I won’t be surprised if it is hard to find. What they did, we can never forgive, and never forget. If Marcus knows about it… Then he knows your unstable. He knows one of two things- Stay away, or come to your aid. Which are you telling him James? Tell me, I wish to know…
To stay away.
Why?
I don’t want him hurt in this, Azer….
Its more than that, isn’t it?
I don’t want to talk about it…
As you wish.. She reverted her wings, her scales catching the bleeding sun’s light as she flew out of sight of the torn city. James looked to Storm who looked at him, concerned and knowing James was hurt on the inside… James had not told Storm about the Facility… He didn’t want to tell anyone, but Marcus always knew. James had disappeared from Marcus’ very mind for the course of a year… James hated those days… The most alone he’d felt in forever. They had called Marcus, Marc. James had gotten pissed every time and corrected them. Whether they payed any attention or not, He had never known. They treated him as a lab rat… And he had become as such unable to fight back, mainly for his fear of Marcus…. They had taken all liberty of a threat and used it on James. James once more, abided by their rules. The pain and hurt, he believed Marcus would not feel… Whether he was wrong or right, only meeting Marcus would tell, however he was once again able to feel the mental link, Brother’s Grimm, with Marcus once more. That much gave him hope and feeling, just as long as he could feel.
James walked back to the group and growled under his breath, “Time to go… Before we get into more shit.” And they left, careful, watchful…. Back to The Core…

Chapter 2
Infamous

December 3….
The Facility.

The darkness was only going to press in closer, He could try and fight it, try to break through that barrier in his mind… but he’d only fail. He could not feel anything but the numbness, and when they came for him, he felt agony. Twisted agony, like burning in a shell of fire while being branded with iron hot rods and stabbed multiple times. He’d grown to fear needles as a kid, then urging to use them to satisfy the hunger, to make the damn Bitch Snake in his spine shut the hell up. She’d never leave though, even when he had gotten as high and jacked up on Morphine and whatever Drug he got his hands on. He could not make the Bitch Snake shut the Fuck up. Ever. It killed him that he couldn’t make her shut up, and being in here? Hell, she was as awake and alive as ever. He? He was pain and unable to get her out. His little brother had been able to get her out, without doing much, just being there… Now? Hell, now she had control and his little brother was far away, or close, but in either stance, he could not feel him.

He looked up, his black hair overgrown and hanging in his eyes. The bright light making him flinch, he had no energy to shy away anymore or to hiss at the light. No sound that could come from his throat and jaws, he had no urge to fight anymore. They had him restrained and pinned, hurt and bruised… He had become their dog on a chain. Whipped and whipped each day, while he waited for his break point. It never came, not that easily. He only wanted to die now. For all he knew his little brother could be dead as well. No, he must not think that… That was his only foothold in this place and need of getting out. The Guards looked at him with a slight smile and came and lifted him up off the ground, dragging him from the cell, he tried to keep up as they pulled him down the hall and he stumbled, falling to his knees. They yelled and kicked him, forcing him to his feet once more, he unable to hold onto his own conscience much more.

Looking up as they dragged him into a room and dropped him, the chains clattering against each other and the stone floors, he tried to stand up but someone kicked him in the side and he fell over. Being nothing but bones from lack of food and little water, It only caused him to lie still and refuse to move, his breath ragged and rough, as if he was trying to breathe with lungs full of sand. The man who had kicked him turned him over and looked him over, hissing, “Damn, aren’t you a sight…” The broken and beaten man growled under his breath and then let his body fall limp as he tried to breathe easier. He failed miserably… But The Bitch Snake had her fun…
Worthless and ptifiul…. You’ll die down here. Die without Marcus and he wil come to find you dead and then they will kill him too… They’ll do the same to him that they are to you now. They don’t care. They only want to kill, to torment and torture. They could care less on your own thoughts or pleads. You’re screwed Ryan, Screwed to the wall.
Its… James… He hissed back at her. The Bitch Snake merely laughed and rattled down his spine, her tail hitting each vertebra making him want to cry out, but he held it in. She settled down in the bottom of his spine, her tail rapped up around the base of his skull, a low hiss in her throat as her tongue flicked out and tasted the juices of his body. The blood and make up of his system that was utterly unique and unlike any other thing in Vryllnithia. Tainted, tainted by the Nyrvyria blood of his Parents a hybrid so to say, a sort of demonic creature with no sympathy, ‘cept maybe for his brother and family and Dragon, close friends as well.

James looked at his tormentor, vision blurred and unfocused he growled under his breath again and tried to get up, but it felt like all the energy had been drained from him and he fell back. Leaving his own self to lie on the cold stone floor, the side of his face pressed to the cold, feeling something other than the numbness. The man stood, looking to the Guards he nodded and the grabbed James’ upper arms, dragging him up to his feet, their hold an iron grip as they locked him into the chains on the iron table. James once again, did not fight, he had no fight left in him. He was to weak and beaten, broken and dead beat down. He just wanted to lie there and refuse to move, to refuse to speak or scream… Even as he felt the needle seep into his arm, he felt the drug rush through his veins and his vision went black….

Present Time
The Core

He sat in the chair of the office, looking around with hate, he wasn’t too happy to be here and he just wanted to go to Azerbeyne and go for a long ride. However, despite how much he wanted to leave, he was stuck here since Reves wanted to talk to him, about what he did not know, but he would soon find out. He muttered under his breathe, “Great…” Rolling his eyes to himself he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and stood up as a woman walked out of an office, nodding to him to go into the room. He walked in, letting the door close shut behind him, a man sat behind a large oak desk, his hair neatly cut and combed, wearing the General’s uniform he smiled to James,” Hello James.”
“Hallo Herr Reves.”
“No need to greet me as such.”
“It is custom of my own origin.”
“As you wish. You know why you are here?”
“Of course not…” James replied, his face calm.
“You killed civilians… James. We are trying to protect them, not kill them. What will they do if we just kill them? They will turn against us and fight us. We have enough to worry about then to have them fighting us too.”
“I’m sorry Herr Reves, but I was merely doing my job as you stated me.”
“I didn’t put you as a leader to kill off every person you meet, only the Legimont officials and those who resist you.”
James nodded, having no other words and wishing to not speak with General Reves anymore. He’d been bitched at before like this, plenty of time. Not just from Reves, and Reves knew James wasn’t listening, this was just so that no one could say Reves was playing favourites or not doing his job…. So that Reves could save his ass when James and his group were out on the front lines, waiting for the next order from some shit head behind a wooden desk.
“This is all well, Herr Reves, but I assure you I’m doing the best I can to go through with your orders. Its not very easy for me to do as told.” James said, gritting his teeth, wanting to beat Reves head into a desk multiple times over until Reves was bleeding out his won brain.
“Well your best is not good enough. We need one hundred and ten percent Lecter, we are only as strong as our weakest link.”
“So I am that weakest link?”
“No, I am no-“
“Seems to me that is what you’re saying. If it is, what are you? The man that sits behind his damn desk all day? The man who isn’t caring a gun out into the bone yard of waste and dust? The man who can sit at home and lie down his bed knowing he is safe and warm without any fear or thought that someone will come and slit his throat while he is trying to get rest for the next days bullet shells and smoke? Well, Reves?”
“You need Attitude Adjustment…”
“And what do you suppose you are going to do?”
“Threaten you.”
“With what?”
“Marc.”
“His name is Marcus.” James growled, putting the Emphasis on the ‘US’ of Marcus’ name, “And I suggest if you are going to threaten me with Marcus , you do it right. I’m not some fool, and I won’t hear of it that he’s in any kind of danger or trouble.”
“Well, you have learned a lot.”
“I was tormented and nearly killed, of course I learned a lot.”
“Oh, I know. I wouldn’t put you up into the Leader spot unless I knew you couldn’t handle it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Well, I preferred the politeness of before..”
“So? If you want respect, you have to earn it, it just doesn’t come on a silver platter.”
“Wise advice.”
James stood, “I’m going… You know where I am when you are ready to give Hallow our next mission…” With that, he walked out the door, slamming it on the way out….

Chapter 3
Before the Butchering Begins
Favelra, Valekava

Glistening scales in the dieing light of a setting sun. Her eyes strayed to the dark places, the shadows that moved in the coming darkness as the light refused to show. Her teth bared, the colors danced from her scales and she smiled, life was simple, you live, you die. In her book, it was a case of not living and dieing.. But killing and blood. Her tail lashed, she was an old one, one of the first, her mind was a closet full of dangers and deadly snakes, ready to strike. Her dating far back, but not far enough as Sangyne's. She was the dragon that Sethla pulled the genetic code from, her rules were what governed Valekava... Her mind was the very system. She seemed as the great wise one, her scales a glittering essence of every color, she was beauty, but underneath... She was a monster. A deadly creature waiting to strike. Soon however, she'd be in for a wake up call... Azerbeyne was coming...
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James ran beneath the shadow of the Dragon, her wings beating a rhythm at her sides, her shadow blocking the light as she smiled and tilted forward into a dive, wings clasped to her sides she grabed a hold of James, her scales bright, she lifted him, placing him on her spine, her dark black scales glittering, she cracked her jaws open, a low chuckle coming from deep in her throat. James clutched the spike infront of him and she spoke. Hold on! He did so as she dived, her full weight plunging into the ice cold water, James as well, she went deeper and Fear gripped at James, what if she kept going and he suffocated? What if the weight of the water crushed him? She did not hear his thoughts and she contiuned deeper, her tail striking from side to side like a rutter, her body swaying side to side like a shark's would. Her eyes jerked back to James and she cracked her jaws open. Spiraling upward she began to elvate the pressure, seeing the sunshine as she forced herself up... Her wings jerked open with a thunderous clap of sound and she took off into the air, James giving a whooping cry of joy and adrenline as she shot off.

Her wings sprayed water everywhere, the water dripping from her scales and claws as she climbed in the air, James holding on as she twisted and turned, then leveled out. Her jaws clamping shut, she looked below her and bared her teeth, her good nature gone in an instant. James followed her gaze, "What the hell is that?" She snarled, but gave no verbal response, her wings shutting to her sides halfway she tipped into a dive and reopened them, gliding across the surface, her claws skimmed the surface of the water and she looked ahead at the thing floating in the water... It seemed so inonnence..Dead almost really.. She lurched foward and the thing moved like lightning, snapping fast and almsot catching her, ripples rushing through the water, she jerked back as it lunged again. She bared her teeth and saw it... Her wings snapped open and she flapped them to her sides, jerking them open again, she arched her neck and spine, jaws cracked open fully, a scream feld her throat and James looked at the creature.

It rose from the water onto a rock, its hind legs gripping the ledge. it was a good thirteen feet in height, its length double that, no wings, lots of fins. Its jaws were unhinged and it snapped them back into place, it smiled a deadly smile and hissed between its jaws, frills opening along the side of its head and limbs, it bared its teeth at Azerbeyne, cracking its own jaws open he gave out a sound barrier shattering scream. Azerbeyne snarled and lunged, her jaws gaping as the creature backflipped into the water, the water splashed Azerbeyne in the muzzle and on her face. she wrenched back and gave a furious screasm as it lunged at her side, its claws digging into her scales and tearing flesh open. she jerked around, hovering above the water, she closed her wings and settled into it, James drawing Vor'Lorn from his side. Azerbeyne smiled and lunged at the creature, believing she had it now, but did she? The creature was toying with her, she could tell... She smiled a deadly smile and jerked free, her wings snapping open, she leapt into the air, wings heavy from the water, she leveled out a few feet above the water's surface, the creature looked at her.. she cracked her jaws open, the heat rising, it burst from her jaws and hit the water, steam and mist rising as it heated fast. The creature screamed... Then the scream died. Whether it was dead or not, Azerbeyne and James did not stick around to find out...

Her wings jerking open she glided across the rest of the river, above trees, James holding on as the rush of energy left him breathless, he smiled then, looking down as he saw something run below... He knew immediatly though who it was. Azerbeyne jerked her wings shut, diving, she dove into the trees and landed on the ground, her claws digging in to stall her land and soften the impact. She shook her head, wings hitting the trees as well as her body. She snarled in a surge of pain from the hit, but calmed down soon off. James rubbed her neck and dismounted, looking to the person whom had been running and now stood a ways back, eyes locked onto Azerbeyne.. James rolled his eyes, "She's not going to eat you, you know that right?"
"I know... I just don't trust her."
"Why not? What has she done?"
"She does not trust me, Why should I trust her?"
"Storm you have issues, you know that right? Real issues."
"Look who's talking."
"I know I have issues, at least I admit them."
"Asshole.."
"Aww, how sweet, and you're the wise-ass right? What's that make the others.. Lets see, Alys is the Smart Ass, Srysrak is the Jack Ass, and Millik is the dumb ass! Aw, We are one big happy family! However we are missing the others, but, eh, they don't much matter do they?"
"I came to find you for a reason, James... Not for some chit chat."
"Well, tell me what you are trying to tell me."
"Reves wants us on our next mission."
"Which is what? Doing his dirty work?"
"James.... "
"What Storm?"
"It involves... "
"What?"
"It involves you...Dying." James eyes widened and Azerbeyne bared her teeth, her leg joints bending as she hissed in anger and protest, her tail lashed and struck one of the massive tree trunks, stripping bark off of it and breaking it nearly half way through as she wrenched her tail out, the green of her eyes going lambent red. She snarled and took a step forward, standing with her head in between James and Storm, her eyes locked onto Storm with a deadly warning, I will allow no such thing!
"We have no choice Azer... It has to happen... "
"Odd..." James said.
"What?"
"That you of all people... Would agree to this..."
"I have no choice..."
"Do you?"
"They took Narasu... "
"Why?"
"Because... I.... I have to kill you."
James froze... His world stopped, and Azerbeyne bared her teeth, the 'Oh Shit this will be bad' Look crossing her face. James spoke, "Storm.... I can't let you do that."
"You have no choice James... I'm sorry but I can't let them hurt Narasu... And its for the good of Vryllnithia..."
"Is it? Or is it a madman behind a desk? You dissapoint me Storm... Or should I call you Sharder?"
"James... I'm sorry, you know you are my friend..." James cut him off,
"Some friend... " He drew his sword, "I'm not going down without a fight."
"I didn't want to have to do this James... " Storm said, he took a step forward, Azerbeyne bared her teeth and snapped her jaws, eyes locked to Storm's every movement, he jumped, rushed under her before she could grab him and Storm Grabbed James by the throat, James hissed. Storm whisperd to James, "Forgive me..." Something cold touched James' flesh, he felt it, hard and cold, steal... It bit into his skin, and the next sound was muffled by his flesh... Eight shots fired.. All that was in the small revolver pistol... He felt warmth spread through his body, then the horrible thought that, now what? What would happen to Storm? He knew... Oh how he knew and feared... But Storm had betrayed him... Killed him.. he whispered his last words so only Storm heard them...
"Marcus..will..Kick your....Ass."
He went limp... Breath gone, voice dead, his eyes closed, he moved no more, a blood red rose blossoming from where the bullets had been loaded into his body. Storm backed up and James' dead corpse fell to the ground. Azerbeyne screamed, jerking back, her jaws expanded to their full length, her tail lashed and hit the ground, she lunged at Storm but he ran... If what James had meant was true.. Then Marcus already knew... Marcus could feel it... And bye God... Storm would not be there when Marcus showed up...

Azerbeyne screamed, the pain lancing down her sides and body, she curled up around what was dead, eyes glaring into the oncoming darkness, she would not allow the dead to be near, she bared her teeth. Storm had killed James... why? What had James done to make Reves want him dead? Was it the insubordination? Wasn't that what Reves had wanted? She snarled, seeing the movment first, it came from the darknes and then the rain poured. She lifted her head and tried to stand, stepping over James' motionless body, water dripping from her scales, she bared her teeth, but the voice yelled," Azerbeyne! No, its me Marcus!" She froze... Marcus? She backed up, and she felt the world grow dark, she lost her balance and the final thing she saw as she hit the ground, was Marcus running to what was left of James...
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Not done.{but having a hell of a time!! WOOT!}
Chapters-
[s]Determined
The Facility[/s]
Before The Butchering Begins
Last Day to Dream
Wakening of the Monster
Picture in Black and White
The Enemy of My Friend
Don't Get Mad, Get Even.
Revenge. Period.
You Killed Me.
The Heart of Hearts.
A Shift of Fortune.
Black Light.
Rescue.
Slaughter Chess.
Blood Red Heart.
It Was Not Meant This Way.
Accidents...
Ich Liebe Dich.
Forget Me Not.
Forever More, Never More.

Those are the chapters!!!

....What about my mom? OH YOU B**TED!! XD nice work, I'll read through the whole thing at some point, haven't got the time now

Haha, thanks! I love my Oc's bashing each other like that. I'm not done yet... I have to put in some parts and all, but I believe this, is the rest of chapter 3.. ^^


"Wake up..." the voice spoke and he stirred, a sudden pain jerking through his spine, words spilled in his head, things he had never heard before, the clicks, the sounds... Where was the hissing? He shuttered and tried to open his eyes, the voice came again, "Wake up..." Gentle... He jerked and his eyes opened, the scar along on his eyes bright, he tried to move... Restrained. A surge of pain ruptured in the back of his head and he cringed, thoughts thrown around his mind like a child's dirty room. He saw numbers... 53213... What did it mean? He struggled again, his eyes wide open, deep dark red... He gritted his teeth and saw people... Actual people. He jerked again, realizing it was not of his own accord. He looked to his arm, IV's stuck in it and a bright vermilion red surging into his arm, being pumped from some soundless machine... The voice belonged to a woman, her dark black hair like silk that fell over her face like a waterfall, "James?"
"What have you done to me?"
"We made you better."
"Better? No... What the FUCK did you do to me!?" He found muscle control, odd, he had to find it. He jerked on his own accord, his own will, "TELL ME!" Anger raged in him and another voice came, this one... He knew.
"Dad?"
James froze, looking to his side, he saw the boy.. Or was he a man? He looked alot like him... One name escaped his lips, "Sel?" The child nodded and James felt the hard lump in his throat, "Impossible..."
"We have done that and more... James...? " James looked at the woman, "How? What happened?"
"You died."
"And...?"
"Selec found you... He brought you here, to save you."
"What? I'm confused... How?"
"Welcome home, Dad.." Selec's voice responded and James felt the world grow dark... Where was Azerbeyne?

He woke again... No IV's... but the memory was fresh. He sat up, his mind dizzy and fell, losing all sense of control he hit the floor. He groaned and opened his eyes. Black Combat boots entering his vision... He looked up, and hissed, trying to get up, the man took hold of James' upper arm and lifted him up, holding him up, "Long time no see..."
"What ...Who?"
"My name is Kyle... Kyle Reves."
"You are...Reves' son?"
"Sorta... More of his Brother if you wish to be sure."
"Never thought I'd see you... "
"Storm killed you James..."
"What?"
"you don't remember?"
"I can't remember anything... what has happened to me?"
"You've been... to put it simple, Bioengineered... The Perfect Fighting Machine."
"You are kidding me... Right?"
"You have to learn alot of things again.. Like walking. I'm suprised any muscle movement is responsive.."
"Who did this to me, Kyle?"
"Amazing... You are alot different from the other ones.."
"Who.Did.This.To.Me."
"We don't fuck with the system James..."
"Kyle! Tell me!"
"I can't."

James hissed, he lunged at Kyle, his fingers tightening around the man's throat he picked him up by his throat, eyes locked to his, Kyle's airway cut off, "Tell me."
"It was... It was Wright! It was fucking Wright now God please put me down..."
"I am not God... There is no God."
"No, but you can hold the power of one.."
"What do you mean?"
"You are 52313, the last of the make.. So far. One of Wright's projects, he has been engineering these... Super humans... So to say."
"I am not human."
"Then what are you?" James narrowed his eyes and dropped the man, "Where is my brother?"
"Marc?"
"Marcus." James growled.
"He... I don't know. "
"Damnit give me answers or I'll kill you!"
"I swear I don't know!"
"Then where is Storm?"
"Selec brought you in, Said Storm was fleeing..."
"Did he see Marcus?"
"You'd have to ask him. why do you want to know where Marcus is?"
"My own Reasons." James snarled, he clenched his hand, looking at it, each muscle tighening and loosening. He looked back at Reves... "Your duty is relieved."
"What?" James smiled and he looked to the camera sitting in the corner, "Lookie what we have here.... " He smirked, Looking back to Kyle, "Won't they enjoy a show? Its what they want... "
"What do you...Mean?"
"Like I said... You are relieved of your Duty."
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"what is he up to?" The Doctor asked.
"Talking.. He want's to know where his younger brother is. He doesn't seem to show much interest in Selec.. Yet." The man sitting behind the table, responding to Doctor Wright, had been watching all that was going on in the room, he looked to Doctor Wright, "Are you sure this is a smart idea?"
"I am... Selec did as told, brought us James..."
"What of Selec though?"
'He has his Father back, its all that matters for him right now."
"He will go unstable.."
"No, Selec won't..."
"I meant James..."
"Oh.. I'm counting on that."

Doctor Wright is one of those sinister men who have no pity... No mercy either. He is one of those who are extremly smart and have a good nack of knowing what was wrong and right... He looked to the video feed on the computer screen... Right as it was covered in blood.. He smiled, his little project had become his very child. He had had Staviskasta built to hold something like this, and he was waiting... Waiting, he wanted the world to see what he had done, but first.. Those closest must see... Fate was oddly strange.. And a Storm was on the horizon. And he was holding the detonator. a simple click of a button and the world was about to meet its fatal end. He smiled... All he needed, or really, all James needed, was a trigger...

He was a killing machine now.. But something about him was odd, strange, he fell to his knees in the blood, Kyle Reves' blood, feeling the pain endorce him, he looked around, what was odd was he remembered the pain... The needles, the knives... Something inside him... Something... Alive.
He smiled and said, "Bleed out blood."

Chapter 4
Last Day To Dream.
Staviskasta {AKA The Facility}

It was a complex system, this virus, it would dig under your skin and build up like building blocks. Growing and growing until it reached its breakpoint. At that point, when the user could no longer handle it, it either took more of the virus into its system, or it cracked under it, becoming a lifeless shell. The Virus fed off the host, but kept the host alive. A shell of distrubance... Really to be point blank. It would never end, five thousand gallons of the Virus, known as Aiviexia Virus, was pumped, churned, and born every seven hours. Staviskasta built to hold the entire thing. The Virus, the doctors, the Scientists, the Bioloigists, the labs, the Feeding, and of course... The Hosts. If you thought the world outside was a nightmare, then you have never seen Staviskasta. Over five hundred miles below the ground, it ranged a good twenty miles across at its tip. It was a drill like ship, spiraled down, it was held up by a strong structure of metals and woods, the top base being a lone building. Empty, desolate. Staviskasta was bullet proof.

The intellegance on the inside was strong. They knew all on the outside, had gaurds on the outside and inside. Some things would get in... But those things, would never get out. Doctor Ryan Wright... That was his name. He specialized both as a surgeon, and a simple doctor. His accomplice, Alice Egardiez, Was the mastermind behind the Aiviexia Virus. Just as well she knew what had to be done for it to work effiecantly in an organism's complex system, so that the Virus could work well with the Body's different functions. Alice was a mastermind.

Doctor Wright walked down to the room, he opened the door, saw James, sitting on his knees, blood covering him, he did not move. Wright knelt down infront of him, giving a smile he said, "James? Can you hear me?" James averted his eyes, saw Wright and locked his eyes to Wright's. Wright smiled, "You want more of it... Don't you?"
James clenched his jaw in response and growled,"Yes."
"If you want more... You have to do something for me." Wright responded with a sly smile. James looked at him, lifting his head, his eyes dark, he snarled, "What?"
"Loyalty.. James. Give me your loyalty." James froze, thinking quick, he was unsure, but the craving for the Virus was killing him, "Where is Marcus?!" He snapped, his mind working to fast for his body to keep up. His mind said stand, he was stuck sitting.
"We are doing our best to find him, I can assure you." Wright responded. James licked his lips... He was thinking way to fast...
"Do you want more of the virus?" Wright asked. James could only say, his smile on his face, "Yes."

Wright walked down the hall, James was well taken care of for the moment. He went to the room on the left, Opening the door, he walked in, it was small, no lights except for the one chandilier hanging from the ceiling. He dropped a file on the desk, shoving it across the table. Wright looked to Alice sitting where the folder stopped. She looked at him, her dark black hair catching the light she did not touch the folder but merely hissed with venom in her voice, "I don't like what you are doing!"
"Never asked your opinion, Alice." Wright responded, a little more joyous instead of the bite Alice had. She snarled and got to her feet, "The Aiviexia Virus was Not meant for this, Wright! It was meant for something better, to help the world. Not hurt a Dragon and a little child."
"I needed Selec alive, otherwise finding James would have been harder. Besides, he is not getting any higher doses than he has already."
"I don't care. You are creating a monster..."
"James was already a monster."
"What of Azer?"
"She is a simple prodigy in my new world."
"I hate you..."
"But I love you." Wright said smiling.
"What happens when he snaps? A dog can only take so much of the whip."
"Yes, That may be true, but what dog ever bit the hand that feeds it?"



The Feeding Room.... A massive room, meant to hold the Aiviexia Virus. It was built with a massive abyss in the center of a ring around the walls, four doors sitting around the room, each one double. On all four sides were massive plasma screens, one having a keyboard infront of it. Each of these Screens showed the stability of the Aiviexia Virus, as well as the Viruses' Host. The plasma screens as well showed a camera feed from inside the cage hung from the rafters above abyss. In one of the areas of the room sat a Machine, it ranged from floor to roof, A large glass window sitting on it, filled with blood and of course, the vermilion colored Virus. This room was traced with cords and wires, some leading from the tanks inside the abyss to the machine, these were bright vermilion, lambent. Other Wires led to the Host sitting in the cage. Rods were in the Host's body, the wires sitting on them, draining and filling... A push and pull game.
Tug-O-War.

The Entire process worked flawlessly. The cage was hung by thick chains to the rafters and metal structures that held the above floor up. This was the bottom floor. Drop point, the tip of the Facility. The Cage was barred, the bars thick, considered unbreakable. It was congruent to itself, equal in all sides and angles. The bottom of the cage was not barred, but a sheer metal floor. Hinges sat on the floor, able to break away in case of an emergancy. Four doors sat on each of the sides of the cage, minus the top and bottom. In the center of the cage, was the Host: James.

Chains held onto his wrists, his legs, ankles, his neck and upper arms, chained to the metal bars sitting on the floor, one along the chains on his arms, the chain on his neck attached to this same bar, the chains on his ankles and legs attached to the other bar. Rods struck into his spine, sides, arms, and legs, each one being fed the Aiviexia Virus. James sat, head hung, motionless. The Aiviexia virus rendering him motionless. His eyes could move, blink, his mouth could twitch, but not open, and he could breathe. He closed his eyes, keeping his breath calm, letting the machine play its tug of war on his body as it mixed his blood with the Aiviexia Virus.

The doors cracked open and someone came in, James still sat motionless however. The person, a male, walked up to the rails, he placed his hands on it, looked to the control panel sitting next to him, saw the red eject button, then pushed the button next to it, this one green. It went lambent and he backed up, the railing folding on itself as a small walkway coming from the ring, to the cage, this copied on all four entry ways. The boy walked to the cage, the doors swinging open, clean hinges.. No screech or groan of metal. The boy climbed up into the Cage and moved his way to James. He sat beside him and whispered, "Dad?" Selec looked at James who averted his eyes to his son. He gave a twitch of his lips, a slight smile. Selec smiled back... He wanted to stay, but he could not. He whispered, "I'll see you later..." He went to leave, "I love you Dad.." James felt the tears, but he fought them... He missed Selec... A lot.



It wasa few more hours till the doors opened again. This time, Doctor Wright came in, followed by a few collegues, Three of them, each with a clipboard and pen. A thought crossed James mind, They have pens because they never make mistakes... He looked at Wright who seemed to know what James was thinking, giving the look of, 'Until-Today.' James gave another half hearted smile, knowing what Wright meant. Wright turned to his collegues and spoke, a formal tone, but a hint of humor in his voice, "This is Host 52313. He is currently found in Vault 230 and is on stable terms."
"Sir, Doctor Wright, You told us that while in the Feeding stage they were considered unstable?" The tallest one spoke, his blond hair almost white. James kept his eyes on him.
"I did say that didn't I? My bad, he is unstable, but while not being fed he is stable. More clear?"
"Yes, very." A red haired man spoke, a smart tone in his voice.. James felt a growl in his throat. The black haired one nodded to James and said, "Is is possible to ask him some questions?"
"Yes." Wright responded.The black haired man walked closer and James could read the visitor's tag on his shirt, A.H.Wiferin. Wiferin looked to James and spoke in a clear tone, "What is your name?"
James bared his teeth, Wright walked to the control panel and said, "My bad.. Give me a second... " He hit the red button, it flared a turqoise blue and James caught his breath, the bottom of the cage jerked away, and he fell, held up by the chains and bars... He hissed, able to move as the rods withdrew from his body he gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes.
The blonde asked, "Does that hurt him?"
Typical of a blonde. He did not recieve an answer.
Wiferin spoke, "What is your name?"
James responded, "My name is James Ryan Jericho Lecter."
"You think you are human?"
"No."
"Do you know who made you?"
"What kind fo question is that?"
"Who made you."
"Well, see when a Mom and a Dad Really Love eachother-"
"I get the point." Wiferin cut him off, "Any siblings? Brothers, Sisters?"
"Two dead Sisters, a Brother who is alive. Any idea where he is?"
Wiferin wrote something on his clipboard, then, "What is your Dragon's name?"
"Azerbeyne."
"What's your Favorite food?"
"What the hell is this, twenty-twenty Questions?" James snarled.
"Just answer."
" I don't eat."
"Why?"
"I don't need to."
"I see..." Wiferin nodded, "How do you feel about this...Testing?"
"Now you are my therapist... Wonderful."
"52313, Answer the question."
"It is JAMES!" James yelled, jerking, the chains rattled and Wiferin took a step back, "Obvious anger problems.."
"OBVIOUS?!" James screamed, the Aiviexia Virus building on the rage, his voice lowered, "Wiferin? That is your name?"
"Yes.."
"What is your first?"
"I thought I was asking the questions?"
"Answer. Me."
"Adam."
"That's my Father's name..."
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"Amazing... Nice memory. Do you remember how you died?"
"Yes."
"how?" A pause... James glared, then said," My best friend shot me eight times."
"Interesting.." Wiferin walked away and James jerked against the chains, hissing in rage, the chains rattled in protest and he fought against them. Eyes locked onto the back of Wiferin's head. Wiferin looked at his clipboard, then to Wright, "I want this place shut down. Now."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Doctor Wiferin." Wright responded with a grim smile.
"And why not?"
"Because that means flushing over seven years of research down the drain. Wasting billions of dollars, I can't do that."
"Then I will."
"I don't think So. Not on my watch."
"And who is going to stop me?" Wiferin asked.

Wright pressed a smaller button, above the Eject one, that created a series of clicks, he then pressed the button the Selec had, the walkway opening up, each one meeting at the center, the clicks turned to loud cracks of sound and the chains let go, James dropping to the floor. He stood up, cracking his neck, he looked to Wiferin, a sinister smile on his face. Wiferin narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing Doctor Wright?"
"James?" Wright asked.
"Yes?" James responded, his now bright ice blue eyes locked onto Wiferin, the red streaks in it as it held a reflective Cornia.
"Teach Doctor Wiferin what happens when someone fucks with the system."
"My Pleasure." James answered. Wiferin backed up till his back hit the cold wall, he watched as James came forward, so lithe, a strange movement, he was fast, but graceful in each step.... Power radiating like aurora. He was soon so close to Wiferin that Wiferin could catch the smell of blood from James. He stuttered, "B-Back O-Off from... M-M-Me..." James smiled,
"I can smell your fear..."Wiferin cringed, "I know how you think, as for this place shutting down? Oh no... I'll tell you what though... It can shut down for you.. Everything will shut down for you."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know what death tastes like, Doctor?" James said, mocking the word Doctor.
"No.."
"Would you like to know?"
"No."
"I don't take no as an answer." James snarled, he grabbed Wiferin by the throat, his nails digging into Wiferin's jugular vein, he lifted him off the ground, "I don't play around, Endangering my survival is something I won't allow. Endangering the hand that feeds me... Hell no. You don't fuck with the system, Doctor Wiferin. Or should I call you Adam?" He Dropped Wiferin to the floor who was caughing, a small trickle of blood from his throat where James' nails had dug deep into the Jugular vein. Wiferin looked up at James, "You... Your fucking Crazy."
"CRAZY?!" James yelled, a laugh in his throat, a fit of hysteria, "Crazy? Oh I'll show you fucking crazy!" He grabbed A hold of Wiferin's arm, dragging him to the chains that now hung above the walkway. He dropped Wiferin and grabbed one of the rods, looked to Wright, and snarled, "Shut it off."
Wright nodded, pulling down a lever, smiling as his little child did the dirty work...
James held the rod, looking at Wiferin, "Here's fucking crazy for you!" He dragged the Metal rod down and it sunk into Wiferin's flesh, into the back out of the chest. Wiferin screamed in pain and struggled against James who bent the rod so Wiferin could not get free, He let go and grabbed another, pulling this one through Wiferin's Arm, he repeated this with both the legs and arms, as he had been... He looked to Wright when he was done with that part and smiled, Wright nodded, and James walked back to him, "Allow me?" James asked witha smile. Wright nodded, "Its all yours." The other men watched in shock, James pushed the button for the Walkways and they folded in, the railing closing up, and wiferin, now hung suspended in air by the rods, "How is that for fucking crazy, eh Doctor?" James said with a smile. Wiferin screamed in agony and James snarled, "You do NOT fuck with the system. Hear me?"

Wiferin screamed, "I hear you!!" James smiled,
"Good." He pushed the eject button, holding it down, a sudden loud CRACK Exploded and the rods broke off the chains... Wiferin falling into the abyss.. To his death. James looked to the other men, "Who's next?" Both backed up, the blonde shook at his knees, screamed and tried to run, James rolled his eyes as the man ran forward, grabbed the railing and tried to run to the other side of the room, James hit the button for the walkway, the railing gave way, and the man fell, having put his whole weight on the railing, he fell into the abyss as well. The other, the red head, was smater. He put down the clipboard, walked to James and looked him dead in the eyes, "I am ready." James smiled, but it faded, "You don't fear me?"
"No. I know what you are."
"What am I?"
"You are-" He was cut off by a sudden Crack of thunder... A bullet shattering his skull. He fell to his knees, James stood still as the man fell completely. Tilting his head to the side as the blood pooled around him. James looked at Wright who said, "Some things are best to not be known."
"where is Marcus?"
"You will soon find out. You should fine the connection you have with him is coming back."
James struggled in his mind, it was a mess of memory and blood. He found it... His Brother's name, face, voice... The Brother's Grimm. He grasped the link with everything he could, but his mind would not form words... All there was, was the feeling, that he was there... James could Feel.... He smiled, it faded...
What would Marcus think of him?