《Our World- Season Two》


 S2E1: The Reality War

    ¡ªThe Reality War¡ª


    -Season 2, Episode 1-


    -Dimension 2-


    Second Verse, Same As The First-


    France, 1918-


    The cold wind bites at the young mechanic¡¯s skin. Her plane dodges nearby enemy fire, rocking the small aircraft with each explosion. She glances behind her, the Eiffel Tower lit up like a beacon of hope for the soldiers fighting below. Another plane suddenly appears right in front of her, firing their guns at her. The pilot checks her wings, noticing one has been blown off completely. ¡°FUCK!¡± She shouts as the plane starts to spiral out of control. She braces for impact as the ground rushes at her. After a while, she slowly opens her eyes. ¡°Fuck me¡­ how did I let that happen?¡± The young pilot asks, checking herself for wounds. Her brown hair brushes against her back, collecting the dust and debris on her green Army fatigues. She looks around the darkness, her brown eyes scanning the building she¡¯s found herself within. Pews, a pedestal, and some skeletons scattered among the rubble. ¡°Way to go, Abigail¡­ way to fucking go¡­¡± Abigail mutters to herself, climbing over some of the broken wood and stone. The church seems to be ancient, built long before the establishment of Paris itself. ¡°What the fuck¡­¡± She mumbles, spotting the strange wooden box resting on the pedestal where the Bible should be. A beam of moonlight seems to be beckoning her to examine it, to pry open someone¡¯s treasure. She shrugs, approaching the wooden box. Red velvet surrounds the interior of the box, with a golden and purple amulet resting softly within the velvet. She smirks, opening the box carefully. She looks around and snatches the necklace. She puts it around her neck, and a warm feeling of power flows through her blood. A mixture of arousal and anger overwhelms her, and she notices her wounds from the plane crash close. ¡°Score! This¡¯ll be worth a fuck ton!¡± She shouts, turning and heading for the door. Just as she opens it, several German soldiers are waiting for her. They open fire, the bullets ripping through Abigail¡¯s chest and stomach. She falls on her back, blood pooling around her. She notices a strange emblem on their uniforms, what appears to be a cross with their German insignia behind it. ¡°T-Thule¡­¡± She mumbles to herself, before passing out.


    A Second Chance-


    France, 1918-


    Abigail wakes up to find a German woman standing over her. ¡°Hello, American.¡± She says. Abigail sits up, rubbing the back of her head. ¡°H-How am I alive?¡± She asks. The German woman scoffs. ¡°You don¡¯t know? You poke your head into the world of the occult and yet you know nothing of it!? Ridiculous!¡± She exclaims. Abigail shakes her head. ¡°I¡¯m sorry?¡± She asks. The woman groans. ¡°Isabella Steiner doesn¡¯t need this type of SHIT! Give me that damn amulet!¡± Steiner exclaims. Abigail shakes her head. ¡°Fuck no, did you see the shit this thing can do?¡± She asks. Steiner nods. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s precisely why I WANT IT!¡± She shouts, but an explosion interrupts her. Several American soldiers burst in, firing at the Germans. A man wearing a General¡¯s outfit, bearing a strange emblem. ¡°Hello, Abigail Bright. I¡¯m General Brenner, and we¡¯re here to rescue you.¡± He explains. Abigail gets up, cautiously. ¡°Really? Me? Why?¡± She asks rapidly. General Brenner smiles. ¡°We¡¯re here for that amulet of yours, but instead of simply taking it, we¡¯d like to offer you an opportunity!¡± He says. Abigail narrows her eyes in suspicion. ¡°Go on.¡± She says. General Brenner smiles. ¡°Care to join The 18th Paranormal Regiment of The United States Military?¡± He asks. Abigail looks confused, yet slightly intrigued. ¡°The what?¡± She asks in response. General Brenner chuckles. ¡°Think of The Thule, but not as evil¡­ or German.¡± He says. Abigail smiles widely. ¡°Then count me in, Sir.¡± She exclaims, shaking the General¡¯s hand.


    The Visitor-


    Saint Louis, 1971-


    ¡°This is Abigail Bright, reporting to HQ on the mission to Saint Louis,¡± Abigail says into the radio. Her white tank top is covered by a white lab coat, and she wears grey carpenter pants holding an assortment of tools and weapons. A man responds, almost instantly. ¡°Go on Abigail. What¡¯s the situation?¡± He asks. Abigail looks out over the Gateway Arch, lit up a bright red. Lightning bolts strike the metallic frame of the structure, and a strange red portal is forming in the center of the building. ¡°Seems like some sort of portal, probably some sort of rift or fracture¡­¡± She says. Another lightning bolt strikes and the portal shatters, revealing what appears to be Hell. A woman stands in the center, and she falls. ¡°Getting a sense of Deja Vu¡­¡± The woman mutters to herself, stepping forward. Abigail rushes up to her, waving her down. The mysterious woman wears a white shirt, torn at the stomach to reveal her abdomen. A black hoodie is charred at the bottom, and short jean shorts barely cover her legs. She has red hair, and dark red eyes that seem to glow in the dark. Two horns protrude from her forehead, and a small tail whips back and forth. ¡°Can I help you?¡± The Demon asks, cautious of Abigail. Abigail catches her breath and waves. ¡°Hi. I¡¯m a doctor. Are you a Demon?¡± She asks. The Demon nods. ¡°Uh, yeah, I think so. I got two horns and a tail, so¡­¡± She says. Abigail nods and claps enthusiastically. ¡°GOOD! I needed a Demon!¡± She says happily. The Demon cocks her head to the side. ¡°Need a Demon?¡± She asks. Abigail extends a hand, revealing the golden chain from her amulet resting around her neck. The Demon¡¯s red eyes follow it down to her cleavage, where her golden and purple amulet rests snugly between her breasts. The Demon shakes Abigail¡¯s hand, staring at the amulet. ¡°I¡¯m Lucy Daemon, and I¡¯m guessing you¡¯re¡­ Doctor Bright?¡± She asks. Abigail nods. ¡°Yeperinos! Abigail Bright, Head researcher for The 18th Paranormal Regiment. Researching and understanding the paranormal!¡¯ Abigail says. Lucy continues to stare down at the necklace, and Abigail blushes. ¡°Hey, uh, Lucy, was it? Yeah, um¡­ my eyes are up here¡­¡± She says sheepishly, and Lucy¡¯s face runs red. ¡°WOAH! Sorry, you just remind me of someone¡­¡± She says, waving her hands around. Abigail shrugs. ¡°Oh well, you know how it is. Being a smoking hot chick with a good hefty rack and all, it¡¯s hard to ignore.¡± She says. Lucy raises an eyebrow. ¡°You think I¡¯m hot?¡± She asks. Abigail¡¯s face runs red. ¡°What!? No!¡± She says, covering her face with both of her hands. Lucy chuckles. ¡°Listen, take me back to your base. I can give you the rundown on Hell and whatnot.¡± She says. Abigail nods, leading Lucy back to the jeep she drove in on. Lucy smiles and looks over to Abigail. "Hey, do you think we could make a difference if we teamed up?" She asks. Abigail smiles softly at her in return. "Of course we can. If not, we just need to try." Abigail replies.


    Another Division-


    Wolfrun, 1980-


    Abigail and Lucy find themselves sitting in on a Paranormal Research meeting, when David Dragon, CEO of The Omega Corporation, makes an extreme proposal. ¡°What do you mean, Demonic Holocaust!?¡± Abigail screams at the board of directors for The 18th Paranormal Regiment. ¡°Simmer down, Doctor Bright.¡± The CEO says. Abigail flops down next to Lucy, defeated and annoyed. Lucy leans over to Abigail and whispers in her ear. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I know his type,¡± She says. Abigail looks over at her. ¡°Really?¡± She asks, confused and relieved. Lucy nods. ¡°Yep. He¡¯s all bark, no bite.¡± She responds. Abigail takes a deep breath and stands back up. ¡°Why don¡¯t you tell everyone your plan on this Holocaust?¡± She demands. Dragon stops talking. ¡°Go on, Dragon. Tell us.¡± Another chairman says. Dragon swallows. ¡°I¡¯ll need full control of the Division in order-¡± He¡¯s cut off by Abigail. ¡°And there it is. He wants to control everyone and everything, just to wipe out an entire species that¡¯s slightly different than us! He¡¯s no better than Hitler!¡± She says. The other chairmen nod in agreement. ¡°How about we elect a proper leader? We can either have Hitler lead us, or a bad bitch like Moi!¡± She says. The chairmen whisper amongst themselves. Everyone looks towards Abigail. ¡°Alright, it¡¯s settled then.¡± She says. She stands up and towards Dragon, narrowing her eyes. ¡°Guards! Arrest him. We don¡¯t need any usurpers in my ranks.¡± She says coldly. Dragon is taken into custody, and Lucy is awestruck. ¡°Holy shit¡­¡± Lucy says quietly. Abigail stands tall in front of her new board. ¡°I propose something risky, but something to benefit us!¡± She proclaims. ¡°I want to recede from the United States Government,¡± Abigail says. Lucy¡¯s jaw drops. ¡°What the fuck?¡± She asks. Abigail smiles. ¡°Look, all they do is restrict us, and stop us from really making a difference! We need to stretch out our wings and make some progress! America is the land of the free, after all.¡± She argues. The chairmen clap, and Lucy nods. ¡°I said I need to make a difference, and I guess Abigail really can help.¡± She mutters to herself.


    The Wolfrun Incident, II-


    Wolfrun, 1993-


    The skies are dark as rain pours down onto the streets of the overrun city. Abigail and Lucy sprint down the flooding streets as tornado sirens blare across the city, warning them of any incoming attacks. Smoke rises in the distance, as helicopters shine spotlights over the downtown areas of Wolfrun, Colorado. ¡°What¡¯s happening?!¡± Lucy shouts over the sound, knowing what''s going on all too well. Abigail looks around, panicking. ¡°I think an Outbreak of some sort, but I don¡¯t know of what!¡± She responds, almost being drowned out by the sirens. Zombies wander the street, disoriented by the sounds and sights of the flames rising from the buildings. ¡°If I remember correctly, I think I read somewhere in the files that this started in the Water Treatment Plant, so we should go there!¡± Lucy calls out over the noise. Abigail nods, heading out the the Facility. The duo arrives, where they find another scientist waiting for them. ¡°Gears! What¡¯s happening!?¡± Abigail calls out to the man in the doorway. Gears turns around, looking Abigail in the eyes. ¡°Nothing good! We think Omega might¡¯ve caused a mass outbreak to frame us.¡± He says. Lucy can¡¯t look away from the man proclaiming himself to be Doctor Edward Gears. ¡°I think it¡¯s stable, but we need to go, NOW!¡± Gears says. Abigail turns to run, and Gears follows. Lucy tails behind, and once they¡¯re out of the plant, Lucy stops Gears. ¡°Who the hell are you?¡± Lucy demands, scanning the scientist up and down. Gears looks confused. ¡°I¡¯m Edward Gears, head of R&D for Division 18?¡± He answers. Lucy looks him in the eyes. Her eyes glowing red ever so slightly. ¡°Harold Bright, Cass, and Richard Frost?¡± She asks. Gears¡¯ face instantly becomes relieved. ¡°Thank God, it is the right one.¡± He says. ¡°I couldn¡¯t tell if you were the same Lucy or some imposter.¡± Gears says. Lucy looks confused. ¡°You¡¯ve been to other realities?¡± She asks. Gears nods. ¡°Of course I have. Ever since Frost vanished, I decided that the building in The Euphoric Plain is worth investigating.¡± He says. The Water Treatment plant begins making a low rumbling sound, followed by alarms, causing him to cut himself off. ¡°We need to leave the city, NOW!¡± He says to Abigail, who¡¯s sitting in a nearby car she¡¯s been hotwiring while the two old friends were chatting. ¡°Gotcha, let¡¯s go!¡± She says, opening the doors for them. The sirens continue wailing as the trio flee Wolfrun. TLucy looks back at WOlfrun as memories of her previous life and time within the Outbreak flash in her eyes. The city flashes bright, and a mushroom cloud sits where the skyline once was. ¡°Damn,¡± Abigail says, a tear forming in her eye. ¡°There goes 100,000 people¡­¡± She says quietly, her voice shaking in fear and sadness. She calms herself and puts on a stern look. ¡°C¡¯mon guys, let¡¯s go to DC and speak with The President.¡±


    American Address, II-


    Washington DC, 1993-


    ¡°My name is Abigail Bright. I¡¯m the new leading member of Division 18, a newly created corporation built from the ground up with defense in mind. Division 18 plans to use your funding, along with the United States Military¡¯s budget, to create a safer America for all of us. I¡¯ll be working with my partner, Lucy Daemon, a woman with inside knowledge on how to destroy and defend against Demons, on a weapon capable of destroying any divine and paranormal threats looming over and within our country. We plan to build an orbital space station, running parallel to the Moon, to aim a space laser toward America in the last-case scenario of an outbreak unstoppable by anything we can use. The Frontier will disable enemy threats as well, and act as a base of operations for Division 18. Once again, I am Abigail Bright, and I pledge to stop all evil in the name of America!¡± She exclaims. After the cameras are off, Abigail and Lucy meet up behind the stage. ¡°I liked the speech,¡± Lucy says. Abigail smiles softly. ¡°Thanks, I put a ton of thought into how to phrase ¡®Hey, we¡¯re the dominant power in the world now. Hope you enjoy our reign!¡¯ without making it sound like I¡¯m a supervillain.¡± Abigail responds with a laugh. Lucy laughs too, shaking her head. ¡°You¡¯re not, right?¡± She asks. Abigail¡¯s face grows stern. ¡°Of course I am. After I build a space station, I¡¯ll stop world hunger. Then, I¡¯ll overthrow the Government and wipe student debt.¡± She says, breaking the evil character she made up. The two girls laugh as they head for Abigail¡¯s car.


    The Frontier-


    Hanover, 2003-


    ¡°Start with your name,¡± Abigail says to the man sitting across from her. ¡°My name is Brady Garrison, and I want to be Chief of Security,¡± Brady says. Abigail nods. ¡°Why should I allow you inside of my Division?¡± She asks. Brady swallows nervously. ¡°Because I want to make America safer, and I believe I can do that in your group.¡± He says. Abigail leans in close. ¡°What does ¡®safe¡¯ mean to you, exactly?¡± She asks. Brady straightens up. ¡°Safe is where my girlfriend can sleep soundly. Safe is where I can walk down the road without fear of another Zombie Outbreak. Safe is when America is the America I grew up with.¡± He says sternly. Abigail smiles. ¡°Welcome aboard!¡± She says, jumping up enthusiastically. She offers him a hand to shake, and Brady sighs while smiling. He shakes her hand while Lucy watches from behind a one-way mirror. ¡°I don¡¯t know about him¡­¡± She says to Gears. ¡°It¡¯ll be fine, I trust Abigail¡¯s intuition.¡± He replies. ¡°Isn¡¯t that what you said about Harold?¡± She retorts. Gears frowns, glaring at her from the side of his eye. ¡°Shut up,¡± he says coldly.


    Hellbreak-


    Mars, 2014-


    Heavy machinery clangs loudly as a soldier walks down a dimly lit corridor. ¡°Hey! Finnigan!¡± A voice calls out. Rev looks up, searching for the source voice. ¡°There you are, we need you in Section 12!¡± The man says. ¡°Yes, Commander Shepard,¡± Rev says. He heads towards a nearby elevator, and presses the glowing button reading ¡°S12¡±. At the bottom, Rev finds himself surrounded by miners working deep in the Earth. Rev shakes his head, chuckling. He¡¯s not on Earth. They¡¯re mining out Mars to find resources to rival Division 18¡¯s Space Station. Rev smirks as he falls asleep at his post. Alarms jolt Rev out of his blissful slumber. Rev jumps up, drawing his signature revolver, Ellie, and his radio from his vest. ¡°Commander? You copy?¡± He asks. Static answers him. He frowns. ¡°Guess I¡¯m too low, for fucks sake,¡± he mutters to himself. He readies his revolver and walks down the dimly lit corridor. A figure stands at the end of the hallway, kneeling over another figure lying down. ¡°Hey! You okay?¡± Rev calls out. The figure slowly turns, blood covering his face. He growls at Rev, lunging at him. Rev fires at him. The man falls to the ground, blood pooling around his head. ¡°A¡­ Demon?¡± He asks aloud. ¡°Yessir.¡± A voice says behind him. Rev spins, gun ready to fire again. ¡®Woah, calm yourself. I¡¯m here to help.¡± The man says. Rev shines his flashlight at the man. Messy brown hair, a halo, and pale white skin. ¡°The fuck are you?¡± Rev demands. The man sighs. ¡°I¡¯m an Archangel. Yes, we exist. I¡¯m like your guardian Angel of sorts.¡± He says. Rev lowers the gun slightly. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± He asks. The Archangel smiles. ¡°I am Alexander, Archangel of the Lord,¡± Alexander says. ¡°Just call me Alex. It¡¯s easier to shout if you¡¯re in trouble. ALEX, HELP!¡± He says, laughing. Rev rolls his eyes. ¡°Whatever. I need to get topside, okay? Can you help?¡± Rev asks. Alex nods. ¡°Of course! You know, you¡¯re more fun in the future.¡± He says. Rev stops. ¡°The future?¡± He asks. Alex nods. ¡°Of course, I¡¯m an Archangel. We can fly through time!¡± He says. Rev shrugs. ¡°Whatever. Let¡¯s go.¡± Rev says, boarding the elevator with Alex.


    Section 5. Rev checks both directions before stepping out of the elevator. Alex, however, doesn¡¯t care. The elevator falls shortly after that. ¡°Wow, that¡¯s not certified safe¡­¡± Alex comments. Rev shakes his head, pressing on. Fighting through Demons, Rev and Alex make it to Security Command, where Shepard is waiting. ¡°Finally, what took you so long?¡± Shepard demands. Rev looks back at the doorway. ¡°I was cornered by some Demons, but I had some help.¡± He says. Alex walks in. ¡°Who the fuck are you!?¡± Shepard shouts, drawing his pistol and aiming at Alex. ¡°Woah, simmer down. I¡¯m Alexander, Archangel of the Lord.¡± Alex says, smiling. Shepard frowns. ¡°No. Angels don¡¯t exist.¡± Alex laughs. ¡°Yet your people are being slaughtered by Demons? Funny.¡± He responds. Shepard considers this and nods. ¡°Fine. Welcome to The Omega Corporation¡¯s Mining Colony Beta.¡± He says. Alex looks disgusted. ¡°What a mouthful, why not just ¡®Colony Beta¡¯?¡± He retorts. Shepard shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t make the names, I¡¯m just stuck repeating them.¡± Alex chuckles. An explosion rocks the facility, knocking most of the survivors to the floor. ¡°The fuck was that?¡± Rev calls out. ¡°Hell,¡± Alex responds. ¡°Come on, let¡¯s go!¡± He shouts, running out of the door. Rev and Shepard follow close behind.


    Section 1. Alex, Rev, and Shepard have made it to the surface of Mars. They discover a large, blood-red portal in the center of the Mining Colony, where the mineshaft is. ¡°Holy shit¡­¡± Rev says. Alex nods and jumps in. ¡°The fuck are you doing?¡± Shepard calls after him. ¡°Going to Hell!¡± Alex calls up, dropping into the rift. Rev shrugs and follows. Shepard wants to, but he¡¯s stopped. Rev watches as Shepard is thrown aside by a large Demon with wings. Alex and Rev find themselves in Hell, and Alex¡¯s wings reveal themselves. As do his horns, and his blood-red Halo. ¡°The fuck¡­?¡± Rev asks. Alex puts his hand up to his mouth. ¡°Whoopsie Daisy, did I tell a little fib?¡± He asks sarcastically. Rev draws his gun. Alex flips his hand, and Rev is sent flying into a nearby rock. ¡°Well, not entirely. I AM an Archangel. Just not the one you wanted to see.¡± He says, walking up to Rev. ¡°I¡¯m the Fallen Angel. The one cast out by God, the one forced to be the bad guy. I am Lucifer, Archangel of Hell.¡± Lucifer says, smirking. He kicks Rev while he¡¯s down, and flaps his wings. ¡°Seeya, loser!¡± Lucifer calls out as he takes off. Rev sits up, looking around at Hell around him. ¡°Fuck.¡± He mutters.


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    Hellwalker-


    Mars, 2014-


    Wandering alone through Hell, Rev comes across a small portal. He peers inside, discovering a view of the Mars Colony. He jumps through, ending up in Section 2. Rev discovers that the Omega security forces have begun fighting back, and the large Anti-Spacecraft canon atop Section 1 is firing at the Mine Shaft where the Demons are emerging from. ¡°Good, now where do I go?¡± Rev asks aloud, noticing the bridge between Sections 2 and 1 has collapsed. He looks around, jumping across a small gap into the ventilation shaft.¡±Fuck me¡­¡± He mutters, crawling through the dusty vent. He drops out in Section 1, surrounded by Demons. ¡°FUCK ME!¡± He shouts, firing his gun at the swarm of Hellish figures. They tear him apart, and he wakes up once again Hell. ¡°God damn it.¡± He says, sighing. He emerges once again in Section 2. He crawls through the same vent and kills the Demons waiting there. He kicks in a door to find Shepard and some other soldiers waiting. ¡°Good, you¡¯re back. How the hell did you escape, well, Hell?¡± Shepard asks. Rev grunts. ¡°Fucking slowly, Sir.¡± He responds. Shepard laughs. ¡°At least your humor is still intact. We¡¯re gonna assault the Mine Shaft, you in?¡± Shepard asks. Rev smiles. ¡°Damn right, I¡¯m in.¡± He says. Shepard smiles. ¡°Atta boy, let¡¯s go!¡± He shouts, motioning towards the Hell Portal.


    Rev leads the charge and notices Shepard climbing inside the Anti-Spacecraft canon. ¡°You lure them out, and I¡¯ll blast those fuckers to Purgatory!¡± Shepard shouts into the radio, laughing. He stops once he notices an Angel rising from the rift. ¡°Hey, isn¡¯t that your Archangel friend?¡± He asks. Rev swallows. ¡°No. Alex never existed. I was following Lucifer.¡± He admits. Shepard¡¯s radio falls silent. ¡°Well, let¡¯s send his ass back to Heaven! Hiya!¡± Shepard shouts, firing at Lucifer. Lucifer catches the missile, smirking. ¡°Oh, nuh uh.¡± He says, hijacking the radio signal. He throws the missile back at Shepard, killing him and destroying the canon. Rev cries out, and fires at Lucifer. Lucifer laughs. ¡°Oh, you think that hurts? It just tickles!¡± He says, waving his hand. Rev doesn¡¯t move, however. Lucifer looks at him worried. ¡°Oh no, already?¡± He asks aloud. Rev growls. He aims Ellie at the Fallen Archangel, pulling back the hammer. ¡°Eat this, Fallen Fuck!¡± He shouts, firing. The bullet hits Lucifer in the forehead, not killing him, but knocking him unconscious. He falls back into the rift, with the other Omega security collapsing the Mine Shaft afterward. Rev sighs, falling down. He notices a small escape pod in a nearby building, and he crawls towards it. He fires himself at Earth but instead discovers himself hurtling toward a massive space station orbiting the planet. ¡°OH FUCK!¡± He shouts as he braces for impact.


    Releasing The Beast-


    New Reunion, 2014-


    The scientist scans his ID card as he enters the New Reunion Facility, disguised as a Wal-Mart. ¡°Morning, Sir.¡± One of the security guards says. Doctor Mark Holloway walks down the dark hallway, scanning the walls for a sign reading ¡®TMB-0002¡¯. He finds it and enters. The guard jumps up, grabbing his MP5. ¡°Hey! You can¡¯t be in here!¡± he shouts, aiming the gun. Mark grabs his pistol and shoots the guard, and his corpse falls with a loud thud. Mark walks over to the containment pod, holding a man wearing a gas mask fused to his face. A Division 18 straight jacket holds his arms around his body as he floats in the liquid keeping him pacified. Mark smiles, running out of the room as the bulkhead holding the creature back begins to slowly open.


    Tears-


    New Reunion, 2014-


    ¡°Mark! What¡¯s happening!?¡± Another soldier asks. Mark shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t know, but it¡¯s gonna be good!¡± He shouts, rushing towards Prisoner 0002. The duo arrives to find the bulkhead containing the creature is almost broken. ¡°Oh God...¡± the soldier says, and Mark leans in smiling. The door flies off the hinges, and the bulkhead crashes into the wall adjacent. A man wearing a white Division 18 jumpsuit emerges, his face obstructed by a gas mask grafted onto his face. He laughs, his voice distorted by the air filter. ¡°Holy shit¡­¡± the soldier says, running away. The creature snaps his attention to the man and snaps his fingers. The soldier explodes into a red mist. ¡°Foolish creature¡­ Fleeing from the new God of this damned realm.¡± The creature says. He looks down at Mark. ¡°Hello, human.¡± He says, raising a hand. Mark smiles. He raises his hand back. ¡°Hello, God,¡± Mark responds. The creature approaches the soldier. ¡°I am Veritas Deus. The Reality God.¡± The God says. Mark bows his head. ¡°Welcome to Earth.¡± He says. Veritas visibly smiles beneath his mask. ¡°Thank you. I must test to see how powerful I remain.¡± He says, placing a hand on Mark¡¯s head.


    Mark¡¯s eyes open to find himself alone at an intersection. He looks around and notices the street names are familiar. His dead wife and daughter¡¯s name are printed in white on the green metal. ¡°No¡­¡± He says, falling back. He begins sprinting down one of the roads. He slows down once he reaches the next intersection. He looks at the signs, only to stop altogether. His wife and daughter¡¯s names once again. ¡°How the fuck can this be happening,¡± Mark mutters to himself. ¡°Because I control reality,¡± Veritas replies, appearing behind the scared soldier. ¡°No¡­ Leave me alone!¡± Mark screams, busting inside a nearby house. His own home, where Sarah and Emily were murdered. Two shadows dance atop the staircase by the door. Mark slowly approaches, his pistol drawn. His wife and daughter dance together in the bedroom where they were killed, and Mark enters. The duo turn, their faces melting and their eyes lifeless. The zombies lunge at Mark, Emily biting his arm. Mark pushes them off and rushes to the door. He bursts out, witnessing a sight he wishes he had forgotten. The city¡¯s skyline burns, and sires blare across the city. Mark finds himself in Wolfrun, Colorado. ¡°How the hell¡­¡± He asks. Veritas appears once again. ¡°I control reality, so get a grip.¡± He says. Mark takes the pistol and shoves it into his jaw. He fires, and his vision goes dark.


    He awakens inside a hospital, a woman standing over him. ¡°Hey, you okay? We barely got you out safely¡­¡± The woman says. Her long, dark hair tickled Mark¡¯s face. ¡°Doc.. Doctor Bright?¡± He asks. Abigail smiles and nods. ¡°The one and only. Now, I need to ask you some questions¡­¡± She says. ¡°About Wolfrun?¡± Mark asks, raising himself in the bed. Abigail looks at him confused. ¡°Wolfrun? That case has been closed for 28 years.¡± She says. ¡°I wanted to ask you about New Reunion.¡± She says, facing Mark. ¡°And the Mind Breaker¡¯s escape.¡± She adds. Mark looks at her. ¡°Veritas Deus?¡± He asks. Abigail nods. ¡°Yep, that¡¯s what he calls himself. But he¡¯s just a mutant like the rest. He distorts reality to torture my victims.¡± She says. Mark nods. ¡°Yeah, he did that to me. First, a street repeating itself, then my dead family, and finally Wolfrun. Then I woke up here-¡± He says, stopping himself. ¡°My?¡± he asks, nervous. Abigail giggles. ¡°Yeah, ¡®My¡¯ bad. Guess I¡¯m not a great actor, huh?¡± She asks. She stands, her brown hair falling over her face. She pulls it back, revealing The Mind Breaker¡¯s gas mask. The hospital room falls, revealing a white void. ¡°Only one way out, disciple.¡± The Mind Breaker says. He hands Mark a pistol with one bullet loaded. He aims for his head but stops. ¡°I¡¯ll do it, but grant me a wish first.¡± He demands. The Mind Breaker sighs. ¡°This isn¡¯t a charity, what do you want?¡± Mark sits for a moment. ¡°My daughter gave me a music box that played my wife¡¯s favorite song. Can I hear it one more time?¡± he asks. The Mind Breaker nods, a music box appearing beside Mark. He winds it and listens. After a moment, he aims the gun and fires at his chin.


    ¡°GOD DAMN IT!¡± Abigail Bright shouts, arriving at Site 0002¡¯s main entrance. The entire armed force protecting the Mind Breaker all seemingly killed themselves, and she finds Mark slumped over in the Security Outpost. Gun in one hand, and weirdly, a music box in the other. ¡°There goes our only witness to his escape. Now I have no goddamn clue where Lucy is.¡± She mutters to herself. Brady steps behind her. ¡°Ma¡¯am, I have a report.¡± He says. ¡°Go on, Brady. And stop calling me ¡®Ma¡¯am¡¯, it¡¯s dehumanizing.¡± She says. Brady nods. ¡®Sorry, Abigail. And a strange spacecraft impacted The Frontier. It seems to have come from Mars, of all places.¡± He says. Abigail stands. ¡°Okay, what else wants to crop up during this stressful ass day!¡± She mockingly shouts. She sighs. ¡°I need a fucking drink.¡± She says. Brady stops her from leaving. ¡°Abigail, I think these might be connected.¡± He says. Abigail raises an eyebrow. ¡°Oh? How so?¡± She asks. Brady smiles pulling out a notebook and pencil. ¡°Oh my fucking god, not the notebook. Please.¡± She pleas, sitting down next to the body of Mark Holloway.


    Open Your Eyes-


    The Frontier, 2014-


    Lucy opens her eyes to find herself aboard a ship. She notices the lack of rocking, and she looks out the window. Space. ¡°Why am I here?¡± She asks herself. She looks in her breast pocket and finds a note. ¡°Meet me aboard The Frontier at 12:00- DD.¡± The note reads. ¡°Ah, that¡¯s right. Doctor Dragon wanted to discuss an idea for containing incidents like Wolfrun.¡± She tells herself, yet the feeling of uneasiness in her stomach doesn¡¯t go away. She enters The Frontier¡¯s lobby to find David Dragon waiting. ¡°Welcome aboard The 18th Division¡¯s crowning achievement!¡± He says, hugging his partner and co-CEO. Lucy smiles. ¡°I¡¯m glad it got up easily, I remember some trouble with Brady. Something about New Reunion?¡± She asks. Dragon shakes his head. ¡°Nah, don¡¯t worry about that. It¡¯s taken care of.¡± He reassures the Demon. Dragon and Lucy enter the main cabin to find a parasitic organism attacking the space station. ¡°What are they?¡± She asks. Dragon sighs. ¡°The sins of the past. The Spencer Virus has gone space-bound, attacking and infecting anything they come across.¡± He says. Lucy backs away, shocked. A sharp piercing pain cracks across her skull. She grabs her head in pain. ¡°You okay?¡± Dragon asks concerned. Lucy looks around the room, her eyes darting frantically. ¡°This¡­ This isn¡¯t right¡­ Division 18¡­¡± She says, fainting.


    Lucy opens her eyes to find herself alone in a dark spaceship, flying towards The Frontier. She looks around, discovering the station has gone dark. She lands, and The Frontier¡¯s empty corridors hum with dying electricity. ¡°Well¡­ Space is a great grave to rest forever.¡± She mutters, grabbing a flashlight and a small pistol. She ventures out into the derelict space station, its low humming growing louder with each step she takes toward the elevator shaft. Lucy peers down the shaft only to find the humming isn¡¯t the electricity, but the Organisms attacking the survivors holding out in the elevator. ¡°HEY! UP HERE!¡± She calls out, firing her pistol at the Organisms flooding the hallway she¡¯s running down. They catch up and trip her, her chin smacking the cold, metal flooring.


    Lucy opens her eyes to find herself aboard the small shuttle heading towards The Frontier, the 18th Division¡¯s orbital satellite. No. Lucy frowns. ¡°That¡¯s not right¡­ It¡¯s reassurance. Not a satellite¡­¡± She mutters. A nearby TV lights up, its white light blinding her. She squints and can make out several words on the screen. ¡°HANG TIGHT. IM COMING TO SAVE U- AB¡± The note reads. Lucy closes her eyes, as AB causes some memories to resurface. She shakes her head, knowing she needs to focus on Dragon¡¯s experiment. She looks out of the window, and spots what seems to be a meteor hurtling towards the Frontier. It impacts the hull, entering the loading bay. Lucy lands, immediately grabs a rifle, and heads off to investigate. Once inside the loading bay, she spots an Omega Corporation escape pod sitting amongst some debris. A man lies on the floor, a mere foot from the open door. ¡°Hey, you okay?¡± Lucy asks the man. He groans, rolling over. ¡°HEY! Wake up!¡± Lucy says, shaking him. Dragon approaches the duo. ¡°Who¡¯s this?¡± He asks, looking towards the man. ¡°I don¡¯t know, he crashed into the hull-¡± She says. Dragon reveals a loaded pistol, aiming it at the man. The man wakes up, his eyes immediately resting on the barrel of the gun. ¡°WOAH!¡± he yells, rushing to his feet. His hands raised high above his head. ¡°I¡¯m Rev Finnigan. I work for- Worked for Omega. Until my unit was wiped out on Mars by Demons.¡± He says. Dragon looks at him confused. ¡°Demons?¡± He asks, smiling. ¡°Demons don¡¯t exist, dumbass.¡± He says, cocking the gun. Lucy is alarmed. ¡°I¡¯m a Demon, David.¡± She says. Dragon looks at her. ¡°Oh yeah, I forgot. Silly me.¡± He says. Dragon turns towards the wrecked ship. When he turns back, a gas mask rests where his face once was. ¡°You got me.¡± The Mind Breaker says. Lucy steps between Rev and The Mind Breaker. ¡°Let us go, NOW!¡± She demands. The Mind Breaker laughs. ¡°Sure, you¡¯re boring anyway. Plus-¡± He motions towards Rev. ¡°-He ruined the illusion.¡± The Mind Breaker says. He snaps his fingers, and The Frontier falls away.


    Lucy opens her eyes. Rev is lying next to her, and the pair are stranded aboard a small shuttle. The Frontier is nowhere to be seen, and Lucy doesn¡¯t feel the uneasiness from before. ¡°Hey, wake up.¡± She says, nudging Rev. The young man opens his eyes, looking up at the beautiful Demon resting above him. ¡°Hello, gorgeous,¡± he says, sitting up. Lucy chuckles. ¡°Nope. I like girls.¡± Rev lays back down on the steel floor. ¡°Figures.¡± He says. The pair share a laugh as a Division 18 spacecraft approaches. ¡°Lucy, you okay?¡± Abigail asks over the radio as the spacecraft attracts the shuttle. Abigail boards, drawing her pistol at the sight of Rev¡¯s Omega Corporation jacket. ¡°WOAH! He¡¯s cool, trust me.¡± Lucy shouts, stepping between Abigail and Rev. Abigail looks at her, confused. ¡°You sure? He¡¯s working with the bad guys!¡± She argues. Lucy nods, slowly reaching for Abigail¡¯s pistol. ¡°Yeah, he helped me out of the false reality.¡± She says. Abigail nods, lowering her gun. ¡°Alright, I trust you.¡± She replies. She extends an arm towards Rev. ¡°Welcome to Division 18, man.¡± She says. Rev grabs her hand, shaking it. ¡°Rev Finnigan.¡± He says, introducing himself. Abigail smiles back at him. ¡°Abigail Bright.¡± She responds as the small ship they¡¯re on heads towards The Frontier.


    Veritas Deus-


    The Frontier, 2014-


    Abigail, Rev, Lucy, Gears, and Brady all stand around the desk. ¡°Well? Any suggestions?¡± Abigail asks aloud, with silence as her answer. Lucy looks over at Gears and smiles. ¡°Remember how we dealt with Harold?¡± She asks. Gears nods. ¡°Yes. What of it?¡± He asks in return. Lucy gets up, grabbing some notebook paper and a pen. She draws a schematic from memory, one of Frost¡¯s old inventions. ¡°This. With your ability to stall time with your Quantum Lock, we should be able to banish him to the gap between dimensions.¡± She explains. Brady shakes his head. ¡°What the fuck do you mean ¡®Gap between dimensions?¡± He asks. Lucy clears her throat. ¡°Gears and I are from another reality, one where Division 18 failed to save the world. I¡¯m here to stop that from happening again, and Gears¡­ I dunno why he¡¯s here. But this worked to stop another similar threat.¡± She says reassuringly. Abigail glares at Gears. ¡°I didn¡¯t know you¡¯re from another reality.¡± She says coldly. Gears nods. ¡°It¡¯s the same as being from a foreign country. It doesn¡¯t matter.¡± He says. Abigail nods. ¡°Whatever. Will this device work?¡± She asks Lucy. Lucy nods. ¡°Yep, and even better: We need Rev to get it working.¡± She says, looking over at The Hellwalker. Rev looks up, confused. ¡°I¡¯m needed?¡± He asks. Lucy nods. ¡°Hell yeah, you are! I need you to lure this asshole out of hiding with me!¡± She exclaims. Rev¡¯s face falls flat. ¡°You¡¯re fucking joking¡­¡± He says in disbelief. Lucy smirks. ¡°Fuck no, I¡¯m as serious as Hitler when he sees some jew walking on his lawn.¡± She says. Rev shakes his head. ¡°Weird comparisons aside, this sounds like a horrible idea. Nothing quite like handing him two previous victims to get his¡­ attention.¡± He stops, dropping his head. ¡°I see why I¡¯m needed now.¡± He says bluntly. Lucy smiles. ¡°I¡¯m glad you do. Let¡¯s move out!¡± She says, and Abigail nods. ¡°Exactly what I was gonna say!¡± She says, and Lucy¡¯s face glows red as she blushes. ¡°R-Really?¡± She asks. Abigail nods, smiling with confidence. ¡°Hell yeah, my little Devil.¡± She says, heading for the door. Lucy feels an attraction she hasn¡¯t felt since meeting Cass for the first time. ¡°H-Heh¡­ guess I still got game.¡± She whispers to herself.


    The Reality War-


    Hanover, 2014-


    Abigail, Rev, Lucy, and Gears all meet up in Hanover, where Division 18 last reported The Mind Breakers located. ¡°Alright, Rev and Lucy, you guys lure out The Mind Breaker. Gears, you tether him with the Gravitational Harness. Brady and I will work together to rip open time and space. We set?¡± Abigail asks. Rev and Lucy nod, and Gears smiles. ¡°Good. Let¡¯s kick this fucker¡¯s ass.¡± She says. Lucy and Rev arrive down in Hanover, the city barren after The Mind Breaker kidnapped all its civilians. ¡°Like a fucking ghost town¡­¡± Lucy says. Rev nods. ¡°Like Wolfrun.¡± He says. Lucy frowns. ¡°Yeah, like Wolfrun. But we won¡¯t let that happen again.¡± She says firmly. Rev smiles. ¡°I figured, I never blamed you guys, by the way,¡± he says. Lucy smiles back. ¡°Let¡¯s talk after the mission, we need to focus.¡± She says. The duo continues to search for The Mind Breaker. Gears, sitting outside the city limits on a motorcycle, complains into a phone. ¡°No, I know what I¡¯m doing. This won¡¯t affect the timeline. Trust me, I¡¯d know.¡± he says. ¡°No. They don¡¯t know yet, and hopefully, you didn¡¯t alert Hellwalker when you fucked with him. Well, WILL fuck with him.¡± He continues. Abigail clears her throat. ¡°Who are you talking to, Gears?¡± She asks over the radio. Gears swallows. ¡°Another contact, Doctor Philips.¡± Abigail scoffs. ¡°I don¡¯t know of any Doctor Philips. But just keep the chit-chat to a minimum, we need to focus.¡± Gears sighs. ¡°Yeah, gotcha.¡± He replies. ¡°Good. Rev and Lucy have spotted him, you ready to go?¡± She asks. ¡°Rarin¡¯ to ride.¡± Gears says, revving the motorcycle. ¡°Good. NOW!¡± Abigail shouts. Gears floors it, riding straight towards the center of town. Brady and Abigail watch from The Frontier, waiting. Lucy and Rev throw the harness over The Mind Breaker. ¡°This won¡¯t work. I¡¯ll see you all again soon!¡± He shouts. Lucy rolls her eyes. ¡°Yeah, fat chance.¡± She says. The Mind Breaker. ¡°You think I¡¯m bad? There¡¯s always a bigger fish. I¡¯m just a blip on the radar. Wait until you meet God-¡± He starts, but Gears pulls up, activating the harness. ¡°NOW!¡± HE yells up to the radio. Abigail and Brady activate their switches, and The Frontier charges up. ¡°NO! This is not how it¡¯s supposed to be! You can¡¯t be here!¡± The Mind Breaker cries out, looking at Gears. Gears smiles. ¡°Yeah? Neither are you, so piss off.¡± He says, watching as The Void opens up to swallow The Mind Breaker whole. The harness becomes loose, and Lucy notices. ¡°Hey! He¡¯s gonna escape!¡± She calls out. Rev tries to run for it, but Gears stops him. ¡°Relax, I got this.¡± He says, revving his bike. He rides towards The Mind Breaker, hopping off the bike and latching onto the harness. ¡°You aren¡¯t going anywhere, asshole.¡± Gears says. The Mind Breaker laughs, grabbing onto Gears¡¯ sleeve. ¡°Neither are you, Chronos.¡± He says as The Void swallows them both whole.


    Lucy, Rev, and Brady all meet outside Hanover. ¡°Did you hear him? The Mind Breaker called Gears ¡®Chronos.¡¯ Weird.¡± Rev says. Lucy shrugs. ¡°It¡¯s The Mind Breaker, so we can take anything he says with a grain of salt.¡± She replies. Brady looks up. ¡°He was experimenting with time, after all. The Mind Breaker probably just knew about that.¡± He adds. Abigail walks in, cracking open a few beers for her friends. ¡°To a job well done.¡± She says, holding her beer up in the air. The others clink their cans together. ¡°Still, I think it¡¯s odd. How the hell did you get through The Mind Breaker¡¯s illusion, Rev?¡± Lucy asks. Rev swallows a mouthful of beer. ¡°I¡¯m just that awesome, I suppose.¡± He replies. The group all laugh, happy the problem is resolved.


    Epilogue-


    The Institute, 2014-


    ¡°What the fuck were you doing?¡± The Director asks, slamming his fist on the desk in front of Gears. ¡°You almost blew your fucking cover, you dipshit! Hell, He even gave out your name!¡± The Director shouts. Gears shakes his head. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, He¡¯s a pathological liar. They won¡¯t trust his word.¡± He says. The Director leans back. ¡°And what about Lucifer? Does he know you¡¯re here?¡± He asks. Gears smirks. ¡°Of course not. He¡¯s a moron, you of all people should know that.¡± He replies smugly. ¡°Whatever. Just get back to where we need you.¡± The Director instructs. ¡°Yeah, I gotcha. Catch you later, Alexander.¡± Gears says, disappearing. The Director groans, returning to the screen to observe Lucy and Abigail. I¡¯m doing all this work for you, Mike. Dealing with these fucking morons ruining our plan, and this is the thanks I get? A two troublesome Gods Of?¡± He asks himself aloud. An Angel lands before him, her silver hair is messy from flying faster than the speed of light. ¡°You summoned me, Master?¡± She asks. The Director nods. ¡°Yes, Eris. Listen, I need you to help another of my subjects. I need you to help him find someone, so he can cause another massive outbreak. Worse than Wolfrun.¡± He says. Eris nods. ¡°Yes, Sir. Has my father reported back to you about my relocation?¡± She asks. The Director¡¯s eyes glow blue in anger. ¡°NO. Stop asking, please. Michael will respond when he finds time.¡± He says. Eris nods, flying off again. The Director sighs. ¡°Rather, when he feels like it. Smug prick.¡± He says to himself as he spins slowly in his chair.

 S2E2: The North Reach Outbreak

    ¡ªThe North Reach Outbreak¡ª


    -Season 2, Episode 2-


    -Dimension 2-


    The Day Before-


    North Reach, 2016-


    ¡°Jack, wait up!¡± A woman calls out, catching the attention of a man walking to his car. The rain pours down heavily, running down Jack¡¯s face. ¡°What, Liz? Isn¡¯t 12 hours enough of me for ya?¡± He asks. Liz chuckles. ¡°Of course not, handsome.¡± She replies, brushing the rain off of his forehead. She pecks him on the cheek, turning away. ¡°Let¡¯s go home and rest, up bright and early, right?¡± She asks. Jack nods. ¡°Yep, NRPD gets a makeover tomorrow. I¡¯m gonna fix all of the corruption caused by fucking Chief Marcus Stone.¡± He answers. Liz smiles. ¡°Good. His old ass needs to go.¡± She says, nodding in agreement. The duo share a hug and depart. After a short drive, Jack enters his small apartment. He tosses his police jacket over the back of a couch and flops down. He turns on the news, with reports of a strange virus washing over North Reach¡¯s Downtown. ¡°...This is NRNC, reporting live from the Downtown of North Reach. We have several reports of civil disobedience cropping up around the city, with NRPD Chief Stone claiming it¡¯s all well under control. Other reports claim that citizens have fallen ill after drinking murky tap water, with symptoms of a cough and discoloration of the skin around the veins and organs. We urge you to wear a mask if you must leave your homes for any reason¡­¡± She rambles on. ¡°Heh, just another pandemic I guess,¡± Jack says, drifting off to sleep.


    Jack wakes up to banging at his door. ¡°Hey! Get the fuck up, Hollow!¡¯ A man shouts. Jack checks his phone. 7:25 AM. ¡°FUCK!¡± He shouts, grabbing his jacket and rushing towards the door. ¡°Sorry, Chief Stone! I didn¡¯t mean to oversleep. That 12-hour-¡± He tries to explain. ¡°ENOUGH! You¡¯re the next Police Chief starting today. Showing up late isn¡¯t a good look, Hollow.¡± Stone says. Jack sighs, nodding as they walk down the flight of stairs leading to the parking garage. They walk up to Stone¡¯s squad car, and Jack clears his throat as they both climb inside. ¡°Sorry again, Chief,¡± He says. Stone responds with a lengthy sigh. ¡°Forget it. I was hungover for my first day. Nobody has a good first day in charge. Have you ever heard of Murphy¡¯s Law?¡± Stone asks. Jack shakes his head. ¡°If something could go wrong, it will. That¡¯s more or less Murphy¡¯s Law.¡± Jack is silent for a moment. ¡°That¡¯s foreboding.¡± He says as they pull up to the North Reach Police Department. The pair enters the main hall to find everyone scrambling, searching for weapons or radios. Jack looks around puzzled. ¡°Chief? What¡¯s happening?¡± he asks. Liz approaches. ¡°Hey, Jack. Chief Stone. We¡¯ve got some disturbing reports from Downtown¡­¡± She says, handing Stone a paper. Stone reads over it, and his face grows pale. He drops the form, and it flutters to the ground. ¡°Chief? What¡¯s up?¡± Jack asks. Stone swallows. ¡°Murphy¡¯s Law¡­¡± He says, grabbing his pistol and rushing towards his office. Jack picks up the paper, his eyes landing on four words. ¡°Cannibal¡­ Infection¡­Riot¡­ Biohazard?¡± He reads aloud. Liz looks at him confused. ¡°Yeah, something about some cannibalistic virus infecting people and making them eat each other, now they¡¯re all rioting in Downtown.¡± She says. Jack looks back at the page. ¡°This reminds me of Wolfrun, I read about that while in training.¡± He says. Liz shakes her head. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Division 18 took care of that. Abigail Bright said so, remember¡±? She reassures a worried Jack. He looks away. ¡°...Murphy¡¯s Law¡­¡± He mutters as the duo hops in their squad car to investigate the riots in Downtown North Reach.


    Reaching Skyward-


    North Reach, 2016-


    ¡°Oh my God,¡± Liz says, stopping in front of the police barriers strewn across the street. Hundreds of people pile up against large concrete walls bearing the Division 18 emblem. ¡°They¡¯re here?¡± Jack asks aloud. Liz nods, her eyes wide. ¡°I guess so. So it¡¯s legit, huh? Actual Zombies again?¡± She asks. Suddenly, static causes the duo to jump. ¡°Elizabeth Hanwell! Jack Hollow!¡± A voice calls out over the radio on Jack¡¯s shoulder. He quickly grabs the radio, holding it to his mouth. ¡°Yeah!? Who¡¯s this?¡± He asks. The radio is silent. ¡°Doesn¡¯t matter. Head to the Reach.¡± The voice says. Jack looks towards the center of town, where the tallest building in North Reach rests. ¡°Why?¡± He asks. The radio emits static. ¡°Clearly, he doesn¡¯t like stupid questions,¡± Liz says. ¡°She.¡± The radio responds. ¡°Listen, I¡¯ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. I just want to start righting some of them. Head to the Reach.¡± The radio says, falling silent. Jack and Liz share a glance and return to the car. Jack accidentally hits the siren as he climbs in, and the horde of Zombies trying to climb the concrete wall turns to face the squad car. ¡°Oh shit¡­¡±Jack says, setting the car to reverse. ¡°Jack¡­ Floor it!¡± Liz cries out, and the car¡¯s tires squeal. The incredibly agile horde of the Undead chases the duo down the street, illuminated by the burning flames rising from the skyscrapers. ¡°We need to call Stone¡­ He knows what to do¡­¡± Liz says, shaking. Jack rests his hand on Liz¡¯s thigh. ¡°Relax. We¡¯ll get through this. I promise.¡± He says, smiling gently. Liz smiles, blushing. ¡°If you say so.¡± She says. The interior of the car lights up as headlights flood the two cops. ¡°MOVE!¡± Liz shouts. Jack swerves as another car clips the back of the squad car with a loud BANG. jack grabs the wheel and yanks it as hard as he can in an attempt to straighten out the car, and he shares a glance at Liz as they veer towards a lamppost. The car impacts with a loud clunk, and Jack slams his head down on the wheel, knocking himself out.


    Jack wakes up to find the hood smoking. He swiftly jumps out, rolling towards the street. The car explodes. ¡°Fuck me, that¡¯s gonna draw some attention.¡± He mutters. He slowly gets up, dusting off his knees. He looks around, scanning the dark and bloody street for Liz. ¡°LIZ!?¡± He calls out. He notices a small light atop the Reach, circling the tower. ¡°If I were her, I¡¯d go there.¡± He says. He checks his pistol¡¯s ammo and sets off towards the haven. ¡°Liz?¡± He asks, peering inside a nearby mall. ¡°Jack? That you?¡± A familiar voice calls out. ¡°Marcus? Marcus Stone?¡± Jack calls out, shining his flashlight towards Chief Stone. ¡°Jackie boy¡­ Good to see you¡¯re well.¡± Stone says. Jack holsters his pistol. ¡°Don¡¯t,¡± Stone says, looking down at his bloody arm. ¡°Fucker got me right when I was talking to¡­ Doesn¡¯t matter.¡± He says. Jack looks at his former police chief. ¡°What do you know of the Reach?¡± He asks. Stone looks up. ¡°The Reach? It¡¯s a supposed evac point, though nobody ever gets close to the top. Some special kind of infected roam those halls. We¡¯re all dead men walking.¡± Stone says, slumping down against a wall. ¡°Get outta here, rookie. You might have a chance¡­¡± He says. Jack looks back at Stone solemnly. ¡°See ya, Chief.¡± He says, turning around. ¡°W-Wait!¡± He calls out, and Jack stops again. He faces the dying Chief and sighs. ¡°What¡¯s up, Sir?¡± He asks. Stone sighs shakily. ¡°I-If you meet a bitch¡­ with silve rhair and golden eyes¡­ don¡¯t¡­ talk to¡­ her¡­¡± He says, slumping forward as he finishes his sentence.


    Arriving in front of the Reach, he notices the front doors are surrounded by dead Division 18 soldiers. ¡°Fucking great,¡± Jack mutters. He steps inside and instantly is hit with the smell of rotting corpses. ¡°Holy¡­¡± He covers his nose and mouth. He presses on, looking up the staircase. ¡°Ugh, 100 fucking floors? God damn it.¡± He says, taking the first step. After 3 steps, Jack can hear the Undead banging on the glass in the lobby. Disturbingly, they go silent. Their low growls are replaced with a loud, inhuman screech. ¡°OH SHIT!¡± Jack shouts, running up the stairs. Zombies with several arms or legs begin climbing the walls and stairs after him, their heads twisted and contorted in a way a normal Human can¡¯t. They charge after him, and the sound of their nails digging into the walls and ceiling makes Jack sick. He fires his pistol at them, yet the bullets do nothing. After running for several minutes, Jack can hear a door above him slam open. ¡°YOU! RUN!¡± A voice shouts down. Gunfire erupts down the staircase. Jack sprints up the last couple of flights, tripping on the last step. He reaches out, feeling some kind of fabric as he falls. He latches on and can hear the sound of fabric ripping. ¡°Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you!?¡± A female voice says. Jack looks up to find a Demon staring down at him, his hand placed firmly on her chest. ¡°Holy shit, I-I didn¡¯t mean¡­¡± He stammers. The Demon rolls her eyes. ¡°Whatever. Just get to the roof.¡± She says, firing the machine gun down the stairs again. Jack opens the door to the roof and discovers another woman waiting. Her long, brown hair blows wildly in the wind, and her white lab coat is stained with blood. ¡°Howdy, I¡¯m Abigail Bright.¡± She says, extending out her arm. ¡°Jack Hollow. NRPD Chief, only for today, though,¡± he says, smiling. Abigail looks towards the helicopter resting on the helipad. Jack sits down, exhaling. ¡°So, any other survivors?¡± he asks. Abigail shakes her head. We can¡¯t wait around to find out. Plus, those Exquisite Corpses down there are a tough barrier for them and us.¡± She says. Jack looks back at the door. It swings open, and the Demon from before steps through. She slams the door, locking it as the Undead and Exquisite Corpses bang on the other side. ¡°Lucy! Anyone else?¡± Abigail asks. The Demon shakes her head. ¡°Nope. But I¡¯m sure happy he got through all right.¡± She says, glaring at Jack. Abigail looks between them, confused. ¡°Something happen?¡± She asks. Lucy stares at Jack. ¡°Yeah. Fucker decided to cop a feel while he fell on his ass.¡± She says. Abigail smirks. ¡°I can¡¯t blame him¡­¡± She says. Lucy blushes, storming off towards the helicopter. A man wearing a long coat hits her shoulder. ¡°Woah, watch out, hot shot.¡± The man says, his hands in the air. ¡°Rev. We good to take off?¡± Abigail asks. Rev nods. ¡°Yeah, Brady¡¯s set to fire at the city any second now. Let¡¯s go.¡± He says. His eyes stop at Jack. ¡°Hey, I¡¯m Rev. You?¡± He asks. ¡°Jack Hollow, Chief of NRPD,¡± Jack says. Rev chuckles. ¡°Wow. Sure hell of a first day. Something something Murphy¡¯s Law or another.¡± Rev says, climbing aboard the helicopter. Jack smiles, climbing aboard. They take off, and Jack watches as a giant laser strikes the center of North Reach, right where the Reach towered before. ¡°There she goes. A whole megalopolis.Eradicated.¡± Abigail says. ¡°Shame,¡± Lucy adds, almost nonchalantly. Jack watches the ruins of his hometown shrink as the helicopter flies away.


    The Day Before-


    North Reach, 2016-


    ¡°And with this, we should be able to stop this virus before anything too crazy happens,¡± Abigail says, holding up a vial of black liquid. She looks over at Lucy, who¡¯s examining a small doorway built into the wall. It¡¯s hooked up to several generators, each of them covered in warning labels. ¡°Hey, check this out. Did you know that The Euphoric Plain connects to here?¡± Lucy asks. Abigail looks over and spots a small rift the size of a golf ball. ¡°The Euphoric Plain?¡± Abigail asks, curiously. Lucy looks back at her. ¡°Yeah, didn¡¯t I tell you? It¡¯s the doorway to alternate realities. It¡¯s how I got here in 1971.¡± Lucy says. Abigail nods, turning back to her work. ¡°I need to focus, Lucy. This is super duper important. This is the next step of human evolution.¡± Abigail says. Lucy chuckles. ¡°Wow, that didn¡¯t sound menacing at all, Miss Not-A-Villian.¡± She says. Abigail sighs. ¡°I didn¡¯t mean it like that. I just meant-¡± She stops. ¡°Who the fuck are you!?¡± Abigail shouts, dropping the vial of liquid she¡¯s holding. Lucy turns, and an all too familiar face is looking at her. His green eyes burn behind the messy, dirty blonde hair hanging in his face. He has a beard and several scars around his eyes.  ¡°Hey, Lucy. Forget about me?¡± He asks. ¡°Harold!?¡± She asks, reaching for her gun. ¡°How the fucking FUCK did you get here!?¡± She shouts, cocking the gun. ¡°Now now, no need for that.¡± He says, smiling dangerously. ¡°Little buddy of yours, Abigail, he let me out of that damn Quantum Lock¡­ such a long time I¡¯ve waited to see you again, Lucy.¡± He says, slowly looking Lucy up and down. He turns to face Abigail, looking her up and down. ¡°My oh my, I¡¯m a smoking hot bitch in this universe¡­¡± He says, smirking. He licks his lips, his eyes resting on her chest. The amulet glistens in the yellow lights of the underground facility. Abigail shakes her head and smiles. ¡°Unfortunately for you, you weren¡¯t so hot in yours.¡± Abigail retorts, staring at Harold¡¯s face. Harold¡¯s smirk falls off and is replaced with a stern look. ¡°Wow. I¡¯m just as witty as usual. No wonder you love me. Her, I mean.¡± He says, looking at Lucy. She lights up red at the words. ¡°I DO NOT!¡± She shouts, drawing her pistol. ¡°Now, why wouldn¡¯t you want us to catch up? You and that stupid FUCK Edward Gears only locked me IN TIME!¡± Harold shouts. Lucy fires once, hitting the floor in front of him. ¡°Oh? Really?¡± He asks. He slowly begins mutating, a smile appearing on his face. His veins run black, and his eyes seem to fill up with a black liquid. Abigail shouts in rage, and with a meaty thwack, a metal pipe suddenly protrudes from Harold¡¯s chest. ¡°Huh?¡± He asks, looking down. ¡°Why¡­ Does that¡­ hurt?¡± He looks at his chest, noticing his amulet is gone. ¡°No¡­ FROST!¡± He shouts. He thrashes around, his Blight spreading everywhere. Some of the Blight connects with the vial Abigail dropped earlier, and the new substance slowly spreads toward the Reach¡¯s water supply. Lucy runs to Abigail, now on her knees over Harold¡¯s body. ¡°Did he mean it?¡± She asks. Lucy looks puzzled. ¡°Mean what?¡± The Demon responds. Abigail looks up at her. ¡°Do you¡­ like...me?¡± She asks. Lucy¡¯s face turns bright red. ¡°What? N-No, of course n-not-¡± She says. She¡¯s stopped suddenly as Abigail gently pulls her in for a kiss. After a moment of pure joy, She pulls back. ¡°Tell the truth, my Demonic friend.¡± Lucy looks Abigail up and down. ¡°Yes, I do. I think you¡¯re wonderful. The way you stood up to Dragon. The way you helped in Wolfrun. Everything. I love you.¡± Lucy says, smiling. Abigail smiles back, her face glowing red in embarrassment. ¡°I love you too.¡± The duo kiss again, and red lights begin flashing. Alarms start echoing around the facility, and Abigail jumps up. ¡°Shit! SHIT!¡± She shouts, noticing the vial is empty and a sludge-like trail leading towards the North Reach water supply. ¡°Lucy, we can continue this later, we need to get to the roof. NOW!¡± She says. She grabs a phone out of her pocket and dials a number rapidly. ¡°Rev? Get the helicopter to the roof of the Reach, NOW! The city¡¯s about to be infected!¡± She says, rushing up the stairs with Lucy. The two newfound lovers run up the stairs, the tower¡¯s hundred steps looming above them. As they run, Lucy catches Police Chief Marcus Stone speaking with an Angel wearing a black leather trenchcoat, with two large white wings, and golden eyes glowing in the dark. The Angel looks back at her and smiles. Lucy narrows her eyes at her, but the Angel just waves as the two lovers run up the stairs.


    The Day After-


    North Reach, 2016-


    ¡°Hey, sorry for being a bitch.¡± A woman¡¯s voice says. Jack snaps awake, his eyes meeting Lucy¡¯s. ¡°Don¡¯t apologize, I accidentally groped you. Which is definitely my bad,¡± he says, scratching the back of his head. ¡°What time is it?¡± He asks. Lucy checks her phone. ¡°9 in the morning. We¡¯ve been flying all night.¡± She says. Jack looks around. ¡°It¡¯s just us awake, besides Rev. He¡¯s a maniac,¡± Lucy says. Rev turns around, frowning. ¡°Shove it up your ass, Lucy.¡± He responds. ¡°Only if you watch, cuck.¡± Lucy retorts. Rev flips her off, turning back towards the controls of the helicopter. Lucy smiles, chuckling. ¡°Love that guy.¡± She says. Jack looks at Abigail, sleeping soundly in the makeshift bed next to him. ¡°So what¡¯s her deal? I know she¡¯s in charge of Division 18. But what¡¯s her story?¡± He asks. Lucy sighs. ¡°It¡¯s a long one. She¡¯s my girlfriend, and she¡¯s not a day over 116.¡± She smiles. Jack looks shocked. ¡°She¡¯s 116 years old? How!?¡± He asks. Lucy smiles. ¡°For the record, never, under any circumstances, ask a woman how old she is or how she stays so young-looking. But she has an amulet that regenerates tissue. She can¡¯t age unless she takes it off.¡± Lucy says. Rev looks back over his shoulder at the former North Reach cop. ¡°Yeah, we¡¯re all like that. Humans, at least. Lucy is over 1,000¡­ I think.¡± Rev says. Lucy rolls her eyes. ¡°I¡¯m 918, not a fucking thousand.¡± She says chuckling. Abigail wakes up, looking at Jack. ¡°Hey...Good morning¡­¡± She says, stretching her arms over her head. ¡°Morning, Abby,¡± Lucy says. Rev looks confused. ¡°When did you two get so comfy with each other?¡± He asks. Abigail smiles. ¡°I never kiss and tell.¡± She responds. Abigail looks back at Jack. ¡°How do you feel?¡± She asks. Jack notices his left arm is a bit sore. ¡°Did I get bit?¡± he asks, rubbing the sore spot. ¡°Nah, I gave you some of my blood. So you¡¯re one of us, and can¡¯t age. Unfortunately, the whole ¡®not dying¡¯ thing is only for me. Sorry.¡± Abigail says. Jack smiles. ¡°Thanks, I hope I can help some.¡± He says, somewhat bitterly. His life as he knew it was over, and he stifled a sigh of sorrow.


    The Dead Arise-


    Jacksonville, 2016-


    ¡°Brady! We¡¯re home! And we brought in a stray!¡± Abigail calls out, tossing her lab coat over a nearby office chair. Brady smiles at them, wiping some of the cream off of his lip. He puts down the doughnut and stands. ¡°Howdy, guys. Who¡¯re you?¡± Brady asks Jack. The former cop looks Brady up and down, judging him based on his outfit. ¡°Jack Hollow, former Police Chief of North Reach for one day¡­¡± he says. Brady chuckles. ¡°Rough first day, huh?¡± He asks. Jack nods, laughing with him. ¡°Yeah, suppose so¡­¡± He says. Lucy and Rev walk over and take a seat at the table behind the two men. ¡°So, what¡¯s new on the news, Brady Boy?¡± Lucy asks. He scoffs. ¡°Never call me that again, okay?¡± He asks. Lucy shrugs. ¡°Sure, whatever.¡± Rev chuckles, and Brady walks over to the computer he was sitting at before the others came back. ¡°I found this strange radio signal coming from London¡­ Someone seems to be calling for us to visit.¡± He says, pressing play. ¡°Hello, Division 18. Abigail Bright. I¡¯m cordially inviting you to the grand remergence of The Omega Corporation! London, England. January of next year, be there.¡± The recording stops, and Rev looks worried. Lucy glances over at him, confused. ¡°Who was that? You know him?¡± She asks. Rev nods. ¡°Yeah, I know him¡­ my old boss.¡± He says. Abigail walks in, shaking her head in anger and annoyance. ¡°Samuel fucking Kane. Smug bastard.¡± She says aloud. Rev looks over at her worried. ¡°Hey, for the record, I didn¡¯t like him when I worked for him.¡± He says. Abigail chuckles to herself. ¡°Yeah, me neither. Hence why he¡¯s got a hate-on for me.¡± She says. She looks over at Lucy. ¡°Fancy a trip to London for our first date, honey?¡± She asks. Lucy shrugs. ¡°I dunno, not much there I¡¯d care to see.¡± She replies. Abigail smiles. ¡°Big Ben is just a giant clock, wanna go laugh at it and make out in front of the Royal Guard?¡± She asks. Lucy¡¯s tail wags excitedly. ¡°Hell yeah!¡± She replies. Abigail smirks. ¡°Brady, buy us tickets before the plane takes off next month.¡± She demands. Brady sighs, opening a new tab on his desktop. ¡°Fine,¡± he says, annoyed.


    Detonation-


    London, 2017-


    Later that month, Abigail and Lucy sit together on board a small private plane bearing the Division 18 emblem on the wing. Lucy sighs. ¡°I¡¯m just glad we bought a personal jet before Brady ordered those nasty tickets for that disgusting airliner. I don¡¯t have fond memories of them¡­¡± Lucy says, shuddering at the memory of Hawaii. ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted to visit the United Kingdom¡­¡± Abigail says staring out of the plane¡¯s window. Lucy sighs. ¡°It looks like every other Human city, nothing to write home about.¡± She replies. Abigail furrows her brow. ¡°So? I think it looks nice for being just ¡®another Human city.¡± She says, slightly mocking Lucy. She rolls her eyes and falls back asleep while listening to Abigail gasp in amazement at the United Kingdom. Lucy snaps her eyes open and sits up. ¡°You¡¯re 116 years old and never left America!?¡± Lucy asks bewildered. Abigail turns suddenly. ¡°Yeah? I¡¯ve been busy.¡± She says sheepishly. Lucy chuckles. ¡°God, you¡¯re cute.¡± She says, drifting off to sleep.


    Almost an hour later, the distant sound of rumbling wakes Lucy up from her nap. She notices Abigail is missing, and stands up to begin her search. She notices the sky outside is a beautiful orange with a hint of red. She smiles, admiring the sunset. She checks her watch, and it reads 3:13 p.m. ¡°Wait¡­ what the fuck?¡± She exclaims, the realization of the strange sunset dawning on her. Lucy rushes to the cockpit of their plane to find Abigail sitting in the pilot¡¯s seat. ¡°Lucy! Hey! Do me a favor, please? Hop in the co-pilot¡¯s chair and help me land this plane.¡± She asks as the plane begins shaking violently. Lucy immediately jumps in the seat and puts on the headset. ¡°Try to signal London, tell them Division 18 Flight 815 is demanding an emergency landing.¡± She instructs. Lucy looks puzzled. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t we request landing?¡± She asks. Abigail gestures towards the window to her left. ¡°Look out there and see if it''s the time for requesting, dear.¡± She says. Lucy peeks around Abigail¡¯s head. The beautiful orange and red sunset she saw before turns out to be a mushroom cloud rising from where London was. ¡°Holy fuck¡­¡± Lucy mutters. Abigail points at the radio. ¡°Radio for an emergency landing, NOW!¡± She yells. Lucy jumps and grabs the radio. The ground grows rapidly, and Lucy fumbles for the button that allows her to speak. ¡°Hello? Division 18 Flight 815 is demanding, I repeat, DEMANDING an emergency landing. Are there any nearby airports?¡± She asks the radio. Static is all she gets in response. ¡°Yeah, here. Land at the open field right in front of you, we¡¯ll send some people out to help you.¡± A man on the radio says. Lucy looks at Abigail skeptical of this offer, but Abigail closes her eyes. ¡°Just accept it, we can¡¯t do anything else.¡± She says. ¡°Alright, we¡¯re coming down now!¡± Lucy says into the radio. Abigail tries to gently lower the plane towards the ground, but a missile strikes the right engine. Lucy and Abigail are thrown forward, and the plane begins a nosedive. ¡°SHIT!¡± Abigail shouts, attempting to level out the aircraft. The left-wing clips a tall tree, flying off into the tail. With both wings inoperable, and the tail damaged, Abigail and Lucy share a look of concern. ¡°BRACE FOR IMPACT!¡± Lucy shouts as the plane kisses the ground. It scrapes the ground hitting trees and rocks, eventually rolling to a stop in the open field. The last thing Lucy sees before passing out is a large black van bearing the Omega Corporation¡¯s emblem driving towards the wreck.


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    Samuel Kane-


    London, 2017-


    ¡°Well, well, if it isn¡¯t young-ish Abigail Bright and her Demonic cohort, Lucy Daemon.¡± A man says standing over the two unconscious women. Abigail slowly opens her eyes and looks up. ¡°S-Sammy?¡± She asks weakly. Samuel Kane grunts, looking away from her. ¡°Don¡¯t call me that. Not after what you did to me.¡± He says. ¡°Plus, just going by Kane sounds more menacing¡­ Which I¡¯m trying to be now.¡± He says. Lucy wakes up, and spots Kane wearing his black leather coat with his blonde hair styled up. ¡°Holy fuck, did the 1980s throw up on you?¡± She asks, laughing. Abigail snorts, and the duo starts howling with laughter ¡°He looks like a reject from The Outsiders!¡± Abigail adds, causing Lucy to laugh even harder. Kane grows annoyed, his face turning bright red. ¡°I did this! I nuked London! And you know what? I plan to do the same for America, so laugh at that! Fuckers!¡± Kane shouts, storming off. Omega soldiers follow him, leaving in the van they arrived in.


    After a lengthy session of laughing in the dirt and debris, Abigail helps Lucy up while dusting off her shoulders. ¡°You okay? That was quite the rough landing¡­¡± Abigail asks, examining Lucy¡¯s wounds. ¡°Relax, I¡¯ve been through worse from people I don¡¯t even love,¡± Lucy replies. Abigail smiles softly. ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re okay. But we need to warn Brady and The President that Kane plans on destroying the whole goddamn country.¡± Abigail says. Lucy looks towards the mangled and smoking wreckage of their plane. ¡®Wish we had a plane or something to fly back with.¡± Lucy says. ¡°Yeah, me too.¡± Abigail concurs. The duo begins to slowly walk back to London. ¡°At least we can¡¯t get lost on our way. There¡¯s only a giant beacon rising from London¡­¡± Abigail jokes. Lucy scoffs. ¡°You should be thankful I¡¯m a Demon because you¡¯re going to Hell for that one, asshole,¡± Lucy adds, and they laugh while they walk.


    Global Threat-


    Washington DC, 2017-


    ¡°This is why I didn¡¯t vote for you!¡± Jack shouts. Sitting across from him is President Scott, the current President of The United States. Rev slugs Jack¡¯s shoulder, clearing his throat. ¡°Forgive my temperamental friend here, Sir. What he meant to say was Kane poses a real threat to the free world.¡± Rev corrects Jack. President Scott nods. ¡°I¡¯m aware, we have experts on his trail.¡± Rev laughs. ¡°Sorry, Sir, but Kane¡¯s a charming bastard. Odds are the people you sent after him are working with him.¡± Rev says. President Scott looks at the papers resting on his desk. ¡°Fine. I¡¯ll grant you access to Roswell¡¯s nuclear payload so Kane can¡¯t get to it first. I¡¯m putting a lot of faith in you guys, don¡¯t forget that.¡± He says. Jack and Rev nod, standing. ¡°Thank you, Mister President. You won¡¯t regret this.¡± Jack says, smiling. The duo exit the Oval Office and walk down the hallway in silence. ¡°You¡¯re such a fucking dumbass.¡± Rev blurts out. Jack frowns. ¡°What makes you say that?¡± He asks. Rev faces him directly, stepping in front of him and stopping both of them. ¡°¡®This is why I didn¡¯t vote for you.¡¯ Ring any bells?¡± He asks. Jack looks down. ¡°Okay, maybe I was a little out of line.¡± Rev interrupts him. ¡°A LITTLE!?¡± He shouts. Jack shushes him. ¡°Remember, we¡¯re in the goddamn White House. Keep your voice down¡­¡± He says. Red lights suddenly flash down the hallway, and distant footsteps running towards the armory echo down the corridor. ¡°The fuck¡¯s happening?¡± Jack asks. The intercom answers his question almost instantly. ¡°We are now in DEFCON 1. London has been attacked with a nuclear weapon. I repeat: London has been attacked. The United Nations is planning a response. Repeat: We are now in DEFCON 1¡­¡± it loops over and over as Jack and Rev rush for the front doors. They arrive at Rev¡¯s car and start the engine. ¡°We gotta get back to HQ and warn Abigail about this!¡± Rev exclaims. ¡°Wait, we need to stop somewhere first, I have an idea,¡± Jack says. Rev rolls his eyes. ¡°We¡¯re on the brink of nuclear fucking war and you want to make a pitstop? Where?¡± He demands. Jack looks at a nearby sign. ¡°We need to go to North Reach, I think someone might be waiting for me with something to help us¡­¡± He says. Rev looks at Jack¡¯s phone, with a strange message from an unknown number resting on the lock screen. ¡°Murphy¡¯s Law: if something can go wrong, it will. Find me back home, JH. -L.¡± Rev sighs, turning the car towards the closed on-ramp. ¡°Fine, I¡¯m interested now.¡± He says, driving toward the abandoned ruins of North Reach.


    Frontier Fallen-


    Above North Reach, 2017-


    ¡°Hello? Is Brady Garrison in here?¡± A voice calls out from the Frontier¡¯s hallway. Brady is cowering behind the chair in the control room. ¡°Yeah, who¡¯s out there?¡± He responds. ¡°Doctor Samuel Kane of The Omega Corporation, formerly Division 18,¡± Kane responds. ¡°Open the door, I want to talk, that¡¯s all. I promise,¡± he says. Brady reluctantly opens the door, and Kane immediately pulls out a pistol. ¡°Yeah, I still want to talk. But I need some leverage, okay?¡± he says, slightly moving the gun in his hand. ¡°Listen, I need you to do two things for me. Kapishe? ¡° Kane says. Brady swallows. ¡°I-I guess so¡­¡± Kane smiles. ¡°Good! First-¡± He says, walking towards the controls for The Frontier. ¡°-Which one knocks this hunk of metal out of the sky?¡± He demands. Brady stays silent. ¡°I won¡¯t ask again,¡± Kane says cocking the gun. Brady points at a lever, and Kane flips it down. The Frontier¡¯s alarms start blaring, and Kane chuckles. ¡°Music to my ears. C¡¯mon, let¡¯s blow this joint.¡± He says, motioning towards the door. He drags Brady to an escape pod. ¡°Here, we¡¯ll discuss my second request on the way down.¡± He says, climbing inside. On the way down, Kane reveals a small parasite inside a sealed vial. ¡®I want you to open this and throw it on Abigail Bright. It¡¯ll turn her into a Zombie, which I think would be good vengeance for what she did to me and my family in North Reach.¡± Brady takes the parasite and tucks it inside his coat¡¯s pocket. ¡°Yeah, I suppose so. What do I get out I this?¡± He asks. Kane smiles. ¡°You get to be the start of a hierarchy shift across the whole world. Welcome to my new world order.¡± Kane says, smiling. Brady looks out the window and can see The Frontier hurtling towards Earth after entering its gravitational field. ¡°Brady, answer your goddamn radio!¡± Brady¡¯s radio says quietly. Kane doesn¡¯t notice as he¡¯s too busy watching the Space Station fall. Brady turns on the radio and taps Morse code onto the mic. ¡°..-. .-. --- -. - .. . .-. / ..-. .- .-.. .-.. . -.¡±


    The Horror Of North Reach-


    North Reach, 2017-


    The car drives slowly down the rubble-filled streets of North Reach. Jack spots the squad car he wrecked a year ago sitting where he left it: Wrapped firmly around a street lamp. ¡°That you?¡± Rev asks. Jack chuckles. ¡°Yeah, I never was a great driver,¡± he adds, laughing. Gunshots dart across the street in front of the duo, and they stop the car. ¡°GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR, NOW!¡± A voice calls out from a rooftop. Jack and Rev slowly get out, and Jack shows his NRPD Badge. ¡°Listen, I¡¯m a cop. We¡¯re here on a missing person¡¯s case¡­¡± he says aloud. The sound of metal dropping on cement echoes down the ruined streets. ¡°Jack?¡± The voice asks. Jack squints, trying to recognize the voice. ¡°L-Liz?¡± He asks. A door opens, and Liz runs out to embrace Jack. Rev stops her by drawing his revolver and aiming it at her. ¡°Woah, easy now. I¡¯d hate to kill the person who just shot at us.¡± He says. Jack steps between them. ¡°Relax, Rev. She¡¯s with me, we¡¯re good.¡± He says. Rev lowers the gun. ¡°Sorry, just can never be sure.¡± He backs up towards the car. Liz and Jack embrace tightly. ¡°I thought you left me behind!¡± Liz says, tears forming in her eyes. Jack pats her back gently, rubbing the back of her head. ¡°I didn¡¯t, Stone told me to head to the Reach and I thought you were heading there¡­ It all happened so fast¡­¡± He says. Liz smiles. ¡°No, dummy, I went back to the Police Station. The others all¡­ Those undead wore their faces like masks¡­ And took their arms to add to themselves¡­ It was horrific..¡± Liz says. Jack shushes her. ¡°Don¡¯t dwell, I¡¯m here for you now. Let¡¯s get the hell out of here.¡± He says, turning towards Rev. Rev, however, is looking up at the sky with his hand blocking the sun. ¡°That¡¯s funny, there wasn¡¯t any warning for meteor showers today¡­¡± He mutters. Jack and Liz look up and see what Rev¡¯s looking at. A large object is hurtling towards the Earth, with smaller parts surrounding it. Rev grabs the radio from the car, switching it on. ¡°Brady? It¡¯s Rev, do you copy?¡± He asks. No response. ¡°Brady, answer the goddamn radio!¡± Rev shouts. Instead, a string of morse code is heard. ¡°Oh for fucks sake¡­¡± Rev says grabbing a pen and some scrap paper off the ground. ¡°..-. .-. --- -. - .. . .-. / ..-. .- .-.. .-.. . -.¡¯ What the fuck does that mean?¡± Rev asks. Jack closes his eyes. ¡°I can understand it, say it again.¡± He demands. Rev repeats it and Jack¡¯s eyes shoot wide open. ¡°We need to get the fuck out of here, NOW!¡± He shouts, grabbing Liz and climbing inside the car. Rev jumps in and starts it, flooring it towards the highway. ¡°Well, what does it mean?¡± He asks while they race the meteor. ¡°Translating from Morse code, what Brady sent us roughly translates too-¡± He says when a giant piece of meteor lands in the path of the car. Rev, Jack, and Lucy can easily identify the Division 18 emblem printed on the burning piece of metal. ¡°F. R. O. N. T. I. E. R. / F. A. L. L. E. N. The Forntier¡¯s fallen.¡± He says. Rev looks back up at the meteor, and now that its distance has closed dramatically, he can spot the outline of the Space Station within the fireball it¡¯s in as it falls to Earth.


    Contagion-


    New York, 2017-


    Lucy and Abigail meet with Jack, Liz, and Rev in New York to talk about what happened across the world. ¡°It did what?¡± Abigail asks. ¡°Yep. The whole goddamn station fell to Earth and destroyed North Reach. Again.¡± Jack says. Brady kicks open the door with Kane¡¯s hand tied behind his back. ¡°Hey guys,¡± Kane says. Brady throws him to the floor. ¡°Found him crawling aboard The Frontier. He knocked it out of the sky, slimy bastard.¡± He says. Kane smiles. ¡°Yep, ya got me,¡± he says, imitating a shocked expression. Lucy grabs Abigail and whispers in her ear. ¡°I don¡¯t like this, it seems like a setup,¡± Lucy says. Abigail nods her head. ¡°With Samuel Kane involved, it¡¯s most definitely a con. Let¡¯s just play along.¡± Abigail says back. She pecks Lucy on the cheek before approaching Kane. ¡°What? You¡¯re a lesbian? Awww.¡± Kane says in a monotone voice. He rolls his eyes. ¡°Whatever, you always were a loser in University. No surprise you swapped sides since no boy ever wanted to fuck you.¡± Kane sneers. Abigail grows angry and kicks him in his chest. She draws a gun on him, and he laughs. ¡°WOW! Gonna kill your most valuable asset because I dissed you and your Demon fucktoy? How goddamn sensitive are you?¡± He asks. Abigail cocks the gun. ¡°Abby,¡± Lucy says loudly. Abigail sighs, de-cocking the gun and reholstering it. ¡°Thanks. Almost lost myself.¡± She says, kicking Kane¡¯s side instead. The group huddles in the corner to discuss where to take him. ¡°I think Wolfrun, they just finished rebuilding. Our prison is up and running too.¡± Jack says. Abigail nods. ¡°Good plan, let¡¯s get this homophobic piece of shit locked away.¡± She says. ¡°Where¡¯s Brady?¡± Lucy asks, looking around. ¡°Oh my fucking God, what the fuck is he doing?¡± Kane asks, looking out of the window. The group spots him opening the parasite vial, and it instantly infects him. He also immediately bites someone walking by. Soon, a whole Outbreak is occurring. ¡°Oh fuck, we need to go now!¡± Abigail says, climbing in the driver¡¯s seat of a small bus. Jack, Lucy, Rev, Liz, and a handcuffed Kane all board as well, and the duo begin to race for Wolfrun.


    Death Comes For Us All-


    Harrisburg, 2017-


    The bus is stopped by the National Guard on the way to Wolfrun, and the group is forced to wait in an outpost in Pennsylvania while their IDs are checked. ¡°I¡¯m so bored. Someone read me a story!¡± Kane whines. Abigail turns toward Lucy, and Jack puts on headphones. Rev cleans Ellie, and Liz is asleep. Lucy sighs. ¡°Guess I¡¯ll read the baby a bedtime story.¡± She turns to face Kane. ¡°Once upon a time, there was a little old lady who lived in a shoe. A big old mean Demon came along and took that shoe. She thought she looked so pretty in her new shoe, that she went to find her most hated enemy. She then shoved that lovely new shoe so far up his ass, it went from white to red.¡± Lucy says. She looks down. ¡°Oh! What a coincidence! My shoes are white too!¡¯ She says, glaring at Kane. Kane frowns. ¡°Fine, leave me alone, Bitch.¡± He mutters. Lucy turns around smiling. ¡°Nice work, dear,¡± Abigail says. They hold hands and can hear Kane gag behind them. She shakes her head, ignoring them. The duo fall asleep with their hands interlinked.


    They¡¯re woken up by the rapid sound of gunfire. ¡°THEY¡¯RE IN THE GATES!¡± A soldier yells down the hallway. Abigail and Jack are the first up, jumping out of their chairs almost instantly. The others get up too, and slowly creep their way toward the bus. A soldier stops them, holding their IDs. ¡°You¡¯re clear, get the hell out of here before the Undead are inside the complex!¡± he orders. Rev nods, and the group heads outside. The sky is grey with storm clouds, and rain pours down from above. The Undead swarm the facility, and the soldiers have long since abandoned the survivors. ¡°Damn, can¡¯t believe we pay these fucks with our taxes¡­¡± Kane says. Jack chuckles. ¡°Can¡¯t believe I¡¯m agreeing with a lunatic with access to nukes.¡± He says. ¡°Good thing I haven¡¯t paid my taxes in a few years-¡± Liz says, but is cut off when a Zombie grabs her arm. It bites her, and Liz screams. ¡°LIZ!¡± Jack cries out, rushing to her side. ¡°Sorry, Jackie. You know what this means.¡± She says quietly. She pulls out her gun and shoots herself in the head. Jack is standing there shellshocked when more of the Undead flood the base. ¡°JACK! Let¡¯s GO!¡± Rev calls out, climbing aboard the bus. Jack rushes on board, and they head off.


    The bus grinds to a halt near Wolfrun. ¡°What¡¯s the problem?¡± Rev asks. Abigail smacks the steering wheel. ¡°Out of fucking gas.¡± She mutters. ¡°We¡¯re on our feet from here.¡± She says, standing. Kane groans. ¡°Nooooo I don¡¯t wanna walk¡­¡± He whines. Lucy punches him in the gut. ¡°Tough shit, dude. Welcome to the team.¡± She says, grabbing him by the shoulders and dragging him off the bus. ¡°C¡¯mon guys. Let¡¯s move.¡± Rev says. They head off and immediately find themselves surrounded by the Undead. ¡°Are you fucking KIDDING ME!¡± Lucy shouts. Rev draws his revolver and looks at Lucy and Abigail. ¡°Get home.¡± He says, firing once at the horde. They break apart, and Rev sprints through them. His overcoat flutters in the wind while he fires into the air. ¡°COME GET ME! OVER HERE!¡± He screams, distracting the Zombies. One Zombie grabs Abigail and bites her arm, and she pushes it away. ¡°FUCK!¡± She shouts, covering the wound. Lucy looks at her, tears forming in her eyes. ¡°No, I¡¯ll be fine. I have this.¡± She holds up her amulet. Lucy looks relieved, and they make a breakthrough in the horde. Rev has stopped shooting, and his shouts have faded away. ¡°Rest easy, soldier,¡± Abigail says looking at the treeline Rev disappeared into.


    Abigail, Lucy, Jack, and Kane arrive outside Wolfrun to find the city fending off the Undead. ¡°Good thing we taught them defense,¡± Lucy says. Abigail nods, falling over. Kane gasps. ¡°No! How is SHE sick? Isn¡¯t she immortal or something!? He asks. Jack nods. ¡°Something like that. Lucy, what¡¯s up?¡± He asks. ¡°She¡¯s¡­ She¡¯s dead.¡± Lucy says coldly. ¡°Listen, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if the regular Zombies can kill off 3 of us within an hour, what do you think a Zombed-up Abigail could do?¡± Kane says. Lucy stands. ¡°I know. I¡¯ll do it.¡± She says, drawing a knife. She rests the tip of the blade at the base of Abigail¡¯s skull. She attempts to plunge it in, but Abigail¡¯s eyes shoot open. She jumps up, her eyes glossed over red. ¡°Oh fuck us..¡± Kane mutters. Zombie Abigail throws Lucy to the side and charges at Jack. Lucy hits a nearby tree, and Kane rushes to her side. ¡°Listen to me NOW. I¡¯m sorry for how I acted, I was just trying to piss you off. But I have people who can save you in Wolfrun. I need you and Jack to get there, safe and sound. Jack knows the Undead better than anyone, and you know the cure. I saw you and Abigail in North Reach. Now GO!¡± He says, standing. He charges at Zombie Abigail and drop-kicks her in the back. Jack gets up and rushes to Lucy¡¯s side. ¡°We need to go. Right now, we can¡¯t stop her.¡± He says. Lucy nods. ¡°Come on¡­ Kane says he can help us.¡± She says. ¡°RUN! WOLFRUN! GO!¡± Kane shouts as Zombie Abigail tears him open and begins eating him. Lucy and Jack run towards Wolfrun, and Lucy slows down. ¡°NO! Don¡¯t look back. Just don¡¯t.¡± He says. Lucy cries as they run to safety.


    Winning Death¡¯s Favor-


    Wolfrun, 2017-


    Wolfrun¡¯s streets are eerily silent. ¡°Where is the help Kane promised?¡± Jack asks sarcastically. Lucy spots a helicopter bearing the Omega emblem sticking out of a nearby building. It¡¯s flames billowing over the walls. ¡°There, I guess.¡± She says. Zombies lumber around the city, and Lucy leads Jack to their old HQ. On the way, a Zombie bites Jack in the leg. ¡°Fuck me, goddamn it.¡± He says. He gives a sad look to Lucy and draws his gun. ¡°Seeya, Lucy. Been a good ride.¡± He says somberly. He fires and falls limp on the pavement. Lucy screams in anger and sorrow. ¡°ALL OF THEM IN A DAY!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?¡± She screams. ¡°Nope, sorry. That¡¯s the way the cookie crumbles.¡± A voice says from behind her. Lucy turns to find a woman wearing a long, black robe and a plague doctor¡¯s mask standing amidst the flames of the wrecked helicopter. ¡°Howdy, sexy. About time I found you.¡± She says. Lucy grabs her gun and fires at the woman. ¡°Sorry, those only tickle.¡± She says. She vanishes before Lucy¡¯s eyes. Lucy feels cold hands rub her sides, moving slowly up to her shoulders. A cool breath accompanies the hands. ¡°But don¡¯t you worry, I like a little tickling. You know how to turn a girl on..¡± The woman says seductively. Lucy ducks forward, spinning on her heels to face the woman. ¡®Who the FUCK are you!?¡± Lucy demands. The woman walks slowly towards the Demon, her hands on her hips. She draws a katana with a sharp, black blade. Red lines flow across the steel, and the woman plants it firmly in the ground before Lucy. ¡°Who do you think? I show up, and almost 73% of the population of Earth dies. It¡¯s not a coincidence. ¡°You have the brains and the smoking hot body, try to put it together. Who am I?¡± She asks. Lucy stares at her. ¡°I don¡¯t know, the Grim fucking Reaper?¡± She asks sarcastically. ¡°I don¡¯t call you The Demon, do I? Say my name.¡± She says. Lucy¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°You can¡¯t be.¡± She mutters. The woman laughs. ¡°Yep! Bingo! Right on the money! I¡¯m Death, the one and only.¡± Death says. ¡°I came here to harvest all these yummy souls, ripe for the taking.¡± She continues. Lucy looks to the ground. ¡°But, I feel bad for you, so I won¡¯t kill you right away.¡± Death says. Lucy looks up at Death, tears in her eyes. ¡°I want a favor.¡± She demands. ¡°Death, I want you to revert time to before the Mass Outbreak. Please.¡± Lucy asks. Death bursts out laughing. ¡°You¡¯re not for fucking real, right? You¡¯re jerking my chains?¡± She asks. Lucy stands unfazed. ¡°I can give you my life in return. Give everyone a second chance, they deserve it. These people I¡¯ve come to know this past year are some of the most amazing people I know, and I¡¯ve been around for a long time. You must know this.¡± Lucy says. Death yawns. ¡°God, you sure yap a lot. FINE.¡± Death says. She raises her sword towards Lucy¡¯s neck. ¡°However, I¡¯ll let this deal simmer for a bit. Kneel.¡± Death commands. Lucy does as she¡¯s asked. ¡°Now, here¡¯s my counteroffer. I¡¯ll revert time, on one condition.¡± She says. Lucy looks up at the tall woman. ¡°I let you live, but I come to take your soul when I feel like you¡¯ve lived long enough. Deal?¡± Death says. Lucy nods. ¡°Deal.¡± Death smiles underneath her mask. ¡°Good. Now, I need to mark you as mine.¡± She says. She grabs Lucy¡¯s left horn and rips it off. Lucy screams in pain, falling to the ground and holding her head. ¡°There we go. Now, let¡¯s do what you wanted.¡± Death says coyly. ¡°See you later, hot stuff.¡± Death says, snapping her fingers.


    ¡°YOU FUCKING DID WHAT?¡± The Director asks Death, who¡¯s sitting in his office chair. She spins the chair around in circles. ¡°I reset the doomed timeline. Dimension 2 is back to normal, just after The Frontier falls, I believe.¡± She says. The Director storms over to Death and grabs the chair. It stops spinning, and he gets up in her face. ¡°Don¡¯t you EVER do that again, understand me? Don¡¯t make me send you to the Void.¡± The Director says sternly, his eyes glowing a neon blue. Death stands up, towering over him. ¡°Lower your tone, Alexander. You may be my boss, but you¡¯re just a man in over his head and drowning in power. Do not make me humble you.¡± She says coldly, her eyes lit by green flames. The Director stands down, sitting in his spinning chair. ¡°Sorry, I know I spoke out of line. But you can¡¯t do that again, okay?¡± He says. Death nods. ¡°I know, but I wanted to see what Lucy would do. Only she can remember the original outbreak anyway. Will she share her knowledge? Or will she keep it to herself? Let¡¯s watch like the loser you are.¡± Death says smugly. The Director frowns. ¡°Sure, whatever.¡± He says, looking at the screen showing Lucy, Abigail, Kane, Jack, Liz, and Brady lying in North Reach¡¯s Ruins.

 S2E3: The Father Knows Best

    ¡ªThe Father Knows Best¡ª


    -Season 2, Episode 3-


    -Dimension 2 (Reset)-


    Hard Reset-


    North Reach, 2016-


    Lucy looks out over the massive crater where North Reach once stood, the calmness of the surrounding area a stark contrast to the apocalypse she just left behind. Rev, Jack, Liz, Abigail, and Brady all lie beside her, unconscious. Kane is a good distance away, but Lucy can make out his black jacket and blonde hair among the green grass. Everyone rises from their sleep, one at a time. Rev is the first one up, looking out over the wasteland surrounding North Reach. ¡°I can¡¯t believe that happened¡­¡± Rev says looking towards the crater. ¡°I don¡¯t even know how that happened,¡± Abigail says, rubbing the back of her head in confusion. Lucy walks up to her and without saying anything hugs her tightly. ¡°What¡¯s up, Lucy? You okay?¡± She asks worried. Lucy silently presses her hand on Abigail¡¯s forehead, and she projects her memories into Abigail¡¯s mind. North Reach. Washington DC. London. Wolfrun. Abigail¡¯s eventual death at the hands of the NRV. She lets go, and Abigail¡¯s eyes widen. She turns and draws her pistol instantly setting her sights on Brady. The man¡¯s eyes widen, fear building in his chest. ¡°What¡¯re you-¡± He starts, but Abagail doesn¡¯t let him finish. She fires her pistol, and Brady drops dead. ¡°WHAT THE HELL!?¡± Jack cries out. Abigail turns to face the others. ¡°He was a traitor.¡± She tells the frightened cop. She glances over her shoulder, shouting over the soft breeze. ¡°Kane, if you truly want to turn over a new leaf and prove that you¡¯re not the arrogant asshole I thought you were, you need to tell us everything.¡± She shouts. ¡°Spill it.¡± She demands, her eyes narrowed on the former Omega scientist. Kane rolls his eyes with an exaggerated sigh. ¡°Fine. I wanted to kill everyone and everything on Earth for my own sick, twisted goals. I forced Brady to launch The Frontier into Earth, and I wanted to cause a mass outbreak across the world.¡± Kane says with a hint of annoyance. Jack and Rev look amazed, but Abigail and Lucy look content. ¡°There. My heart has been spilled, Does anyone care to join me in the confessional?¡± Kane asks sarcastically. Abigail steps towards the crazed man. ¡°No, Kane, we don¡¯t. We have nothing to admit to someone like you.¡± She says. ¡°Let¡¯s go back home, we need to rest.¡± She says, starting the long walk to the nearest highway.


    A Hard Truth-


    Hanover, 2016-


    ¡°So, why do you want the job?¡± Abigail asks the man sitting across from her. ¡°I wanna help protect the world!¡± The man says, a heavy accent causing her to tilt her head slightly. Abigail looks at him skeptically. ¡°And you¡¯re Irish, Mister Callahan?¡± She asks. ¡°Ay, Arthur, please. I''m not a fan o¡¯ formalities.¡± Arthur replies. Abigail blinks slowly. ¡°Alright, Arthur, welcome to Division 18?¡± She says as if she¡¯s asking. ¡°It¡¯s an honor to work with ya!¡± Arthur says. Lucy looks at Jack and Kane, annoyed. ¡°You¡¯re telling me some of your kind speak like that?¡± Lucy asks. Jack chuckles. ¡°Yeah, sadly. The British are even worse.¡± He says. Lucy and Jack look at Kane waiting for a witty response. ¡°Ortus est Lucifer, Infernus invadet.¡± He mutters, his eyes pure black. Jack looks back at Lucy in confusion. ¡°What the fuck?¡± He asks, scared. Lucy looks him dead in the eyes. ¡°Kane? You in there?¡± She asks. Kane¡¯s eyes are completely black, and he¡¯s unresponsive. ¡°Abigail! We got a problem!¡± She calls out. Abigail looks up at her, noticing Kane¡¯s strange condition. She jumps up and rushes for the door, with Arthur close behind. They enter the side room, with Abigail examining him closely. ¡°We need to take him to the Cold Blue, He¡¯s in trouble.¡± She orders quickly. The Irishman looks at her, confused. ¡°Cold Blue?¡± Arthur asks. Abigail and Lucy both look to Arthur, and Abigail decides to explain it. ¡°We have a maximum security facility deep in the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Only the worst of the worst reside down there, tucked away from good and bad alike. He¡¯ll be safest there.¡± Abigail finishes. Jack looks shocked. ¡°We have a fucking underwater prison?¡± He asks. Rev nods. ¡°We went over that in orientation¡­¡± He says. ¡°I never got orientation, asshole,¡± Jack responds, and Rev snickers to himself. Lucy and Abigail chuckle with them until Abigail gestures to Jack to follow her. ¡°Come, I can give you a tour as we find a safe place for Sammy boy here.¡± She says, guiding the nonresponsive Kane by the shoulders. Lucy looks at Jack with a pang of jealousy. ¡°Lucky¡­ getting to spend time with her at the most isolated place on Earth¡­¡± She mumbles. Jack shakes his head. ¡°Fear not, Lucy. She¡¯s not my type.¡± He says with a grin. Lucy nods, her eyes glowing red. ¡°Damn straight she¡¯s not, Jack.¡± She says. Jack feels the anger burning behind him as he turns away to follow Abigail and Kane. Rev looks back at Lucy, a concerned expression painted on his face. ¡°We need to go to Hell. I don¡¯t know much about Latin, but I know the name ¡®Lucifer¡¯.¡± He says. Lucy nods. ¡°Same, I kinda wanna see what¡¯s up with that.¡± She says, leading him out of the bunker. Lucy looks over her shoulder, remembering Arthur is still just standing there. ¡°Here, stay here and keep an eye on The Frontier.¡± She orders as she slowly rounds the corner of the room, exiting into the hallway.


    Prisoner 18-


    Cold Blue, 2016-


    The waves crash violently against the hull of the submarine, rocking the small vessel back and forth violently. ¡°You get seasick?¡± Abigail asks a visibly nauseous Jack. ¡°No¡­ Not at all¡­¡± He mutters, swallowing the vomit on the brink of erupting from his mouth. ¡°We¡¯re here!¡± The captain calls out, and Abigail stands up. ¡°Alright, Jackie-boy, buckle up!¡¯ She announces. She straps Kane in, and Jack looks around for a seatbelt. ¡°Uh oh, you don¡¯t have a seatbelt? Good luck!¡± Abigail taunts with a childish look in her eye. Jack looks at the floor nervously as sirens begin sounding, and he can feel the submarine tilt downward. ¡°Ready for the dive?¡± Abigail asks, smirking. The submarine dives down rapidly, causing the vomit to reappear almost instantly. After a quick 45-minute dive, Abigail, Jack, and the unconscious Kane arrive at The Cold Blue facility. ¡°Welcome to our little slice of Heaven,¡± Abigail says, looking out from the central watchtower. Reflections of the blue sea dance across the main floor, its beauty contrasted by the four floors of cells, each holding a human inside. ¡°We need to simulate natural light down here, or else the prisoners start to riot. If they riot, they might break the building¡¯s glass walls and floor. If THAT happens, well, it¡¯ll be game over for everyone down here. It¡¯s like an unwritten mutual agreement between staff and prisoners.¡± Abigail says. Jack scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. ¡°You sure put a lot of trust in these prisoners.¡± He comments. Abigail chuckles. ¡°Well, it¡¯s just survival of the fittest, and nothing can harm them down here except themselves.¡± She reasons. ¡°If everyone is at an equal chance of dying, nobody wants to one-up each other to thrive.¡± She says. Jack nods and pushes the possessed Kane into cell number 18. ¡°Heh, cell 18 for a member of Division 18. How fitting.¡± Jack says, smirking. ¡°Alright, I don¡¯t like lingering down here¡­¡± Abigail says, nervously glancing at the roof. The water dances above them, the sunlight false sunlight making it seem as if they¡¯re closer to the surface than they really are. ¡°Why? You scared of the water?¡± Jack asks. Abigail sticks out her tongue and frowns, walking back towards the submarine. ¡°Holy shit, you are!¡± He laughs as he chases after her, thinking of more things to tease her about. Kane suddenly wakes up and looks around. ¡°Where the fuck!?¡± he exclaims as he watches the waves crash against the glass ceiling. Abigail looks over at him. ¡°Hey! You okay? You¡­ hit your head pretty good during the outbreak, remember?¡± She asks. Kane rubs the back of his head, nodding in agreement. Jack looks at Abigail skeptically, but she waves him away. ¡°Come on, Kane. let¡¯s get you back to the surface. Your treatment went well down here.¡± She says, guiding him back towards the submarine. Kane looks lost. ¡°But¡­ why was I down here?¡± He asks. Abigail looks over at Jack for help, and he sighs. ¡°We wanted to keep you safe, so we brought you down here while you recovered.¡± He says. Abigail smiles at him. ¡°Let¡¯s get back to the surface.¡± She says, leading them into the submarine.


    When The Rain Falls-


    Santiago, 2016-


    ¡°Doctor Atkins!¡± a scientist shouts. Atkins looks over at her and smiles. ¡°It¡¯s fine. The SW-01 cannot harm us if it¡¯s properly contained.¡± He says reassuringly. She shakes her head. ¡°I don¡¯t like this¡­¡± She replies. Atkins walks over and rests a hand on her shoulder. ¡°Relax, dear. This stuff can¡¯t escape unless-¡± He¡¯s cut off by the sound of gunfire in another part of the facility. ¡°Fuck. Omega¡¯s here.¡± He says, grabbing a pistol from the counter behind him. The other scientist grows worried. ¡°Those don¡¯t sound like Americans¡­¡± She says. Several soldiers burst into the room, bearing a sigil reminiscent of the Soviet emblem. The hammer and sickle are covered partially by the letters ¡®R.R.U¡¯ and some Russian text underneath. Atkins looks at it, his eyes widening as he reads. ¡°Forwarding Our Future¡­ shit,¡± he says, realizing who this is. ¡°Give us SW-01.¡± one of the soldiers says with a heavy Russian accent. Atkins shakes his head. ¡°Fuck no. Take my dick back to Mikhail and shove it up his ASS!¡± he shouts, and one of the soldiers kills the other scientist. ¡°FUCK!¡± Atkins shouts in response, and one of the soldiers takes off his helmet. ¡°Do you know who I am?¡± He asks, his accent hanging heavy in the silence. Atkins glares at him. ¡°Am I supposed to?¡± He responds. The soldier smiles. ¡°No. But you will. Vladimir Reznov will be remembered in the history books. GATHER THE WATER!¡± Reznov shouts. The soldiers begin their work, throwing notes and computers into large duffel bags. Atkins glares at Reznov and the Russian notices. ¡°Sadly, we can not let you go. We need you to do something for us.¡± He says. He grabs Atkins by the arms and ties a zip tie around them, forcing him to his feet. ¡°Come along, now,¡± he says. Atkins looks back as the soldiers break the glass containing the SW-01, and it floods the room. Reznov seals the door as the other scientists are infected, attempting to kill themselves as quickly as they can. Reznov smirks. ¡°Sucide Water. Wonderful creation, Doctor,¡± he says, dragging Atkins out of the building. He watches silently as alarms begin sounding around the Division 18 facility, and water begins to seep out of the foundation of the building. Reznov throws him onto a helicopter, right next to a large canister bearing the RRU emblem. ¡°Now, detonate the nuke and wipe this town off the map.¡± Reznov orders as the helicopter takes off. Atkins sits in shock as the heat from the bomb washes over him, as they fly away from the small town.


    Hellbound-


    Saint Louis, 2016-


    Lucy takes a deep breath as they approach the Arch, memories of first meeting Harold Bright flooding her mind like a virus. ¡°So you really think this is him?¡± She asks Rev as they march onward in an attempt to take her mind off of it. ¡°Yeah, he was an Archangel and was Lucifer, so I think that was Lucifer,¡± Rev says. Suddenly, footsteps rushing up behind them trigger her fight or flight. She draws her shotgun from her side, aiming the barrel directly at Liz¡¯s head. She looks at Lucy, fear in her eyes like a deer in headlights. Lucy sighs, lowering the gun. Liz exhales in relief and walks over to Rev. She taps him on the shoulder, and Rev sighs in annoyance. ¡°So, if Hell and Lucifer are real, does that mean Heaven and Angels exist?¡± She asks. Lucy nods. ¡°Yeah. but they¡¯re so preoccupied with their own bullshit they leave the losers like us to play in the mud alone.¡± She says. Rev scoffs. ¡°My, someone¡¯s bitter,¡± He remarks. Lucy chuckles in response. ¡°Well, I AM a Demon, after all. I¡¯m not a pretentious, cock sucking, dick-licking fucking Angel.¡± She says angrily. They arrive at the Arch, and Lucy spills her own blood with a small dagger. Red lightning strikes the Arch, and the Hell gate opens wide for her. ¡°Ready?¡± Rev asks Liz. Liz nods, and the trio walks through.


    Entering Hell, the heat from the Dimension of The Damned blasts Rev¡¯s hair back. ¡°Smell that air!¡± Lucy exclaims, spinning around with her arms outstretched. Liz wafts the air away from her nose in disgust. ¡°What the fuck is this?¡± She asks. Rev glares at Lucy, her spinning kicking up dust from the red soil. ¡°Bodies. Demon and Human corpses ground up into dust after eons or decay.¡± He says coldly. Lucy stops and shrugs. ¡°Hey, we don¡¯t drag people here unless they deserve it!¡± She argues, walking over to Rev. She sticks a finger in his face, and takes a deep breath. ¡°I don¡¯t care if-¡± A screech cuts her off, and the low rumble causes them all to turn to face the bottom of the hill. Several hundred Demons charge at them, and Rev spins the cylinder of his revolver in response. He checks his pocket, feeling for the extra rounds. ¡°Fuck¡­ only sixteen shots¡­ Guess I¡¯ll use my knife!¡± he says, drawing his blade. Lucy nods, loading her shotgun. Liz looks between them, panicking. She takes several rapid deep breaths and rushes back for the gateway. ¡°Wait! No!¡± Lucy calls after her, but it¡¯s too late. As she exits Hell, the gateway vanishes, locking Lucy and Rev in Hell together. The Demon looks over at Rev and sighs. ¡°Well, guess we¡¯re on our own!¡± She says, charging at the horde. Rev nods, cocking back the hammer on his revolver. ¡°Guess so!¡± he calls out in response, joining Lucy in the fight.


    Legend Of The Hellwalker-


    Azureth, 2016-


    Lucy and Rev charge at the horde of Demons, their screams piercing the air around them. Lucy shoots a Demon in the chest, and he flies back into the crowd. Rev joins her, stabbing a Demon in the head. One of the claws at his head, scratching his face. He responds by kicking them in the chest, stomping down on their neck to kill them. He turns to face Lucy, who¡¯s vanished completely. He shrugs, turning back to another Demon. It charges at him, stabbing him in the stomach. Rev raises his revolver to the Demon¡¯s chin, and he smiles at them before blowing their head clean off. Another Demon stabs Rev in the thigh, and at this point, Rev is seeing red. He screams in rage, and the rest of the fight is a blur. After a short time, he regains concise, and he¡¯s aiming his revolver at Lucy¡¯s head. The barrel rests between her eyes, and the red glow reflects off the silver finish of his gun. ¡°Go on, pussy! Do it!¡± She shouts. Rev snaps awake and quickly lowers the gun. ¡°Sorry¡­ I just¡­ saw red. Fought until there was nothing left to fight¡­¡± He says, shaking his head. Lucy glares at him, her eyes fizzling out as she calms down. ¡°Whatever. Just watch where you point that thing, would ya?¡± She asks. Rev nods, a loud whoosh flying overhead. A hint of red and gold catches Rev¡¯s eye, and he remembers Lucifer. ¡°He¡¯s here.¡± He says bluntly, his face contorting into a snarl. Lucy looks up at him, and the fallen Archangel stops. ¡°REV! Lookie at you!¡± he says. He lands in front of Lucy, smiling. ¡°I haven¡¯t seen you in forever¡­ when was that? Jericho? 2005?¡± he asks. Lucy just stares at him. ¡°What the fuck are you talking about? We¡¯ve never met?¡± She asks again. Lucifer looks at her sadly. ¡°I¡­ never? Not even before I looked like this?¡± He asks. Lucy shakes her head. ¡°Nope. never.¡± She says. Lucifer looks around as if he¡¯s being watched. ¡°...Watch out for The Director. Do not go to Elysium, and don¡¯t take Abigail¡­ don¡¯t let him-¡± He¡¯s cut off by debris falling in the distance. ¡°Fuck¡­ She¡¯s here. Eris is here. Listen to me, I need you to listen closely!¡± Lucifer says. Rev slowly circles around him, checking the amount of bullets in his gun. One shot. He smirks, creeping up behind Lucifer. ¡°Several years from now, after you lose many, many people, you¡¯ll find the true mastermind. The puppetmaster¡­ He¡¯ll take something from you, but it won¡¯t be permanent. He¡¯s planning to do something evil.¡± He says. Lucy looks at him, listening intently. She nods. ¡°How do you know this? You work for him?¡± She asks. Lucifer looks upwards, scanning for anyone watching him. ¡°Because¡­ how do I put this¡­ I¡¯m-¡± Rev fires his revolver, killing the Archangel. Lucifer falls limp, his body catching on fire as he slumps against the red dust. ¡°WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?¡± Lucy screams at Rev, her eyes flaring up red again. Rev glares down at her. ¡°I don¡¯t like your tone, Ma¡¯am,¡± he says. Lucy glares up at him, enraged. Rev smirks. ¡°What? Gonna go full Demon mode on me? Rip me to shreds? I just killed LUCIFER! THE Demon! Someone like you can¡¯t do anything to someone like ME!¡± Rev says, grinning smugly. Lucy just glares at him in silence. Her eyes glow brightly, and black wings materialize behind her, spreading wide. Rev smiles at them and looks her in the eyes. Silently, he loads another six shots into his revolver. ¡°Let¡¯s do this, then.¡± He says, and Lucy at him, her knife drawn.


    Angel Of Death-


    Azureth, 2016-


    Lucy slashes at The Hellwalker, slicing part of his coat open. He smiles, kicking her in the chest. She flies into a wall, slamming her head into the stone bricks. Rev slowly strolls over and grabs her good horn, yanking her head back so she¡¯s looking at him upside down. A piece of cold metal presses against Lucy¡¯s neck, the cold contrasted by the warm breath on the top of her head. ¡°Know what that is?¡± Rev asks. Lucy growls at him, her eyes almost blinding him. He snickers and backs away. ¡°It¡¯s Oblivion, for you. Limbo. Purgatory. Wherever you Demonic fucks go when you finally bite the dust¡­¡± He says, his eyes shining in the darkness. Lucy suddenly pushes against him, knocking him to the ground. She lunges into the air, and she flaps her ethereal wings. ¡°Rev Finnegan. Enough of these fucking games!¡± She calls out, her teeth snarling against her lips. Rev looks up at her and laughs maniacally. ¡°Get down from there before you hurt yourself!¡± he shouts, aiming his revolver at her. One of the bullets clips her arm, and she cries out in pain. She falls to the ground, and Rev quickly jogs over. He aims the revolver at her head, and smirks. ¡°Do you yield?¡± He asks. Lucy looks up at him, the barrel blocking her partially. ¡°Fuck yourself.¡± She replies. Rev smiles, but before he¡¯s able to shoot, someone slams into his side. Lucy looks over, and a woman with long brown hair stands over Rev, an assault rifle aimed at his head. ¡°Stand down, Rev. I don¡¯t know what the fuck got into you, but you¡¯re going to snap out of it. Or never wake up again.¡± She says. Lucy squints at her, but before she can figure out who it is, she passes out.


    ¡°Hey! You okay!?¡± A voice calls out to Lucy from the darkness. She opens her eyes to find Abigail staring down at her, a look of worry spread on her face. She groans and sits up. ¡°Y-Yeah, I¡¯m fine¡­ Rev and I got into a little scuffle¡­ that¡¯s all.¡± She says, getting helped to her feet by Abigail. Lucy looks over at Rev, who¡¯s standing nearby with his head looking down to the ground. Abigail sighs and looks around for any threats. Lucy walks over to him and holds her hand under his chin. The hair on his chin tickles, but she keeps her straight face. She looks into his eyes, her red meeting his green. ¡°What the hell was that!?¡± She demands angrily. Rev takes a deep breath. ¡°I¡­I don¡¯t know. I killed Lucifer, and this feeling washed over me. It was as if I was entranced, forced to feel euphoria¡­ I¡¯m sorry I hurt you. I seriously didn¡¯t mean to.¡± He says, looking into Lucy¡¯s eyes. She scans his green eyes, peering into his soul to figure out whether he¡¯s lying or not. She decides to hug him, and she can feel him physically relax. He meant it, even if he sucks at conveying it. ¡°It¡¯s fine, Rev. Just don¡¯t try to kill me AGAIN, okay?¡± She asks. Rev nods. ¡°Okay.¡± He responds. She smiles as the duo follows Abigail back to the small rift she made to find them, escaping Hell and returning to Saint Louis.


    Invasion Of The Hayka-


    Hayka Space Station, 2016-


    The cold halls send a shiver down Jack¡¯s spine, and the view of the darkness of space causes goosebumps to rise on his skin. Suddenly, a hand slaps his back. He turns to find Kane smirking at him. ¡°Easy up, Jackie. We can handle this. This is nothing compared to North Reach¡­ just a little space station.¡± Kane says, reassuring him. Liz brushes up against him too. ¡°Yep. Just gotta sneak around and gather info on the Russians stealing our SW-01, or whatever.¡± She adds. Jack swallows his fear and presses on. He looks between the two walking beside him. ¡°Liz, didn¡¯t you go to Hell with Rev and Lucy?¡± Jack asks. Liz shrugs. ¡°I got scared and ran. Nothing wrong with running.¡± She says. ¡°So, this Hayka¡­ What¡¯s it mean?¡± Kane asks aloud, interrupting the two¡¯s conversation. Jack shrugs, and Liz perks up. ¡°I¡¯m glad you brought me too, I can actually speak Russian.¡± She says. ¡°Funny enough, Hayka means ¡®Science¡¯. Very on the nose of them.¡± She says matter-of-factly. Kane sighs, rolling his eyes. ¡°Great. We¡¯re dealing with some funny guys.¡± He moans. Jack chuckles. ¡°It¡¯s a little funny, actually. They name their space station ¡®Science¡¯ yet they have to steal our shit. Really doing their own science, huh?¡± He asks with a chuckle. ¡°It is not so funny.¡± A deep voice says, speaking in a heavy Russian accent. ¡°You take it from us. We take it back. Simple.¡± He says. A man with a long beard and a white lab coat emerges from the shadows. His dark red button-up and black pants complement his demeanor. He takes several methodical steps towards the trio. Liz holds a hand up to stop Jack and Kane and walks up to the man with her hand on her pistol. ¡°Listen, Commie, you shouldn¡¯t even be up here, the United Nations said only Division 18 can have orbital space stations, so if we were to go back and report you, you¡¯d be fucked!¡± She says. ¡°I am Doctor Vladimir Reznov. I am head of the Russian Research Unit. You do not speak to me that way on my station.¡± Reznov says. He looks Liz up and down. ¡°Plus, you are not good subject.¡± He says. He snaps, and a gunshot erupts from the dark corner behind him. Liz falls to the floor, blood pooling from her chest. ¡°LIZ, NO!¡± Jack screams, reaching for his gun. Kane grabs his arm. ¡°Dude¡¯s got hidden snipers, wait a second!¡± Kane whispers aggressively. ¡°You do well to listen to your comrade,¡± Reznov says. He draws a pistol from behind his back. ¡°You both make good subjects. Drop your firearms, kick them to me.¡± He instructs. Kane looks worriedly at Jack, dropping his pistol. Jack sighs but feels someone grab his gun from his holster. Kane fires at Reznov, hitting his shoulder. Reznov just stands up, holding the bleeding wound and shaking his head. ¡°You are brave. I like it. You have one more chance to surrender.¡± He says sternly. Kane sighs and tosses Jack¡¯s gun over to the Russian. ¡°Very good. Knock them unconscious.¡± Reznov instructs the shadows around him, and Jack¡¯s vision instantly blacks out. Liz, clinging to life, crawls across the floor toward one of the ejection pods she spotted earlier. ¡°Gotta¡­ let someone know¡­ about this station¡­¡± She says weakly. She slaps the ejection button, and the pod in front of her ejects towards the Earth. She falls silent as the blood loss claims her.


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    The Russian Research Unit-


    Moscow, 2016-


    Jack wakes up in a dark, sterile room. ¡°Kane?¡± He calls out weakly. ¡°Huh?¡± A voice mutters back as if he just woke up. In the darkness, Jack and make out the shape of Kane¡¯s hair and shoulders sitting up slowly. ¡°J-Jack? That you?¡± he asks slowly. Jack smiles. ¡°Uh huh, still kicking¡­¡± Jack stands up slowly, his head ringing and his vision fading in and out. ¡°The fuck did they do to us¡­?¡± He asks aloud. Kane grunts and hops up, slowly shuffling towards Jack. ¡°Something in my head¡­ Feel like shit¡­¡± Kane mutters. In the dim light, Jack can see Kane has a massive scar on his forehead, almost like a zipper holding his head closed. The overhead lights power on, blinding both Jack and Kane. The door to the room opens, and Reznov steps inside slowly. ¡°Good. Our guests have slept well and awoken without issue.¡± He says. Jack can see a sadistic smile form under his surgical mask. ¡°9. 12. 20. 37.¡± The Russian says loudly. Jack¡¯s ears begin ringing, and his vision goes red. The inhuman urge to spill blood overwhelms him, and He grabs Kane¡¯s throat and squeezes as hard as he can. Kane starts slamming his elbow into Jack¡¯s arms, eventually causing him to let go of Kane¡¯s neck. He crawls away from Jack and is pinned against a wall. Jack towers over Kane, the ringing getting louder. He can feel warm blood protruding from the wound he has on his head as he slowly walks toward the cowering Kane. Reznov whistles, and tosses Jack a metal pipe. He catches it and turns towards Kane, raising the pipe high above his head. Right as he¡¯s about to swing down, Reznov whistles again. Jack turns, looking at the Russian like a dog awaiting orders. ¡°37. 20. 12. 9.¡± He says, and the ringing in Jack¡¯s ears stops. He looks down at Kane and backs away slowly. He drops the pipe and falls to the floor, slowly contorting into the fetal position. ¡°What did you fucking do to me¡­?¡± he demands shakily. Reznov laughs, turning towards the door. ¡°You are now the proud owner of Russian Research Unit weapon. Enjoy it.¡± he says, exiting the room. The overhead light shuts off with a dull thud, and the darkness retakes them. Jack and Kane are left alone wondering when either of them will snap again.


    Cold Blue Sea-


    Cold Blue, 2017-


    ¡°So why the fuck are we here again?¡± Lucy whines, the waves crashing above them through the glass. Rev shakes his head in annoyance. ¡°We¡¯re here for Doctor Michael Atkins, he was the head of Abigail¡¯s SW-01 research. Apparently, a pod bearing the Russian Research Unit emblem crashed somewhere in America, Wyoming I think. He¡¯d know why they had OUR Suicide Water.¡± Rev explains. Lucy sighs, looking around at the dark and isolated prison. ¡°Could be worse, ¡®least it was just a town and not yer whole country,¡± Arthur says in an attempt to make her feel better. Lucy glares at him over her shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I REALLY don¡¯t like how you talk.¡± Arthur frowns, looking towards the ground. ¡°And I thought we had somethin¡¯ nice here.¡± He mutters. Rev looks back at the other two. ¡°Lucy, be nice to him. He¡¯s new here, at least treat him like a rookie and not some third-world monster.¡± He scolds. Lucy looks back at Arthur, who¡¯s now looking at her like a puppy after being scolded. ¡°Alright, fine. I¡¯m sorry fer talkin¡¯ to yeh that whey.¡± She says, mocking him with a smirk. Arthur chuckles. ¡°That¡¯s a bit funny, actually.¡± He says smiling. Lucy shakes her head as they approach the cell block containing the doctor. ¡°Alright, there he is. Doctor Michael Atkins, prisoner 17.¡± Rev says, looking at a long list of cell numbers on the wall. Lucy steps ahead, holding her arm out across Rev¡¯s chest. ¡°Relax, I got this.¡± She says. She slightly jogs down the row of cells, peeking inside each. ¡°FOUND HIM!¡± She calls out. She turns back and sees that Arthur¡¯s been knocked unconscious, and Rev¡¯s missing. ¡°REV!?¡± She cries out, attempting to turn to rush to the entrance of the cell clock. A hand grabs her arm, stopping her. ¡°Adam. Adam did this.¡± Atkins mutters. Lucy turns to face him, smacking his arm away. ¡°Adam? Who the fuck is Adam?¡± She demands. Atkins sighs. ¡°Let me out, and I¡¯ll tell you.¡± He bargains. Lucy looks back at Arthur, and back to Atkins. ¡°Fine, make it quick and we¡¯ll go.¡± She says, opening the cell door. Atkins dusts himself off, stepping out into the light. ¡°Adam. Russell Adam, leader of this stupid doomsday cult out in Paradise, Arizona. I only know of his bullshit because he¡­ bought me from the Russians. They nuked Santiago, not me! Those damn Russians took me, and Father Adam bought me like a slave! He turned me over to you guys, claiming I was a traitor!¡± Atkins explains. Lucy shakes her head. ¡°No¡­ I don¡¯t care about that. Where the fuck did you say he took Rev?¡± She demands. Atkins looks over at Arthur, who¡¯s slowly sitting up. ¡°Paradise, Arizona. That¡¯s where his stronghold is.¡± He says. Arthur walks over, rubbing the back of his neck. ¡°Arizona, eh? Fock me¡­ sounds hot as Hell out there¡­¡± He says. Lucy rolls her eyes. ¡°Yeah, let¡¯s go and find Rev before something bad happens to him.¡± She says, grabbing Arthur by the arm and running down the cell block with him. Atkins returns to his cell, but the door doesn¡¯t close. He looks up at the water and smiles.


    Unholy Leader-


    Paradise, 2017-


    ¡°Awaken, awaken, eggs, and bacon.¡± A man says coyly, waking Rev from his deep sleep. He slowly opens his eyes to find a man with long, curly hair and a black and brown trench coat looking at him. He¡¯s dressed like a preacher under the coat, with a radiation mask hanging from around his belt. ¡°Good morning, sunshine. Sleep well?¡± He asks. Rev looks around, scanning his surroundings for Lucy or Arthur. ¡°Relax, I didn¡¯t take your Irish friend. Or that Demon, not that I¡¯d want her anyways.¡± He says softly. Rev looks the man in the eyes, the deep emerald green staring back at him. ¡°Who¡¯re you? What do you want from me?¡± Rev asks. The man smiles softly. ¡°What do I want? I want world peace, like all the others. I want this country to grow into a wonderful place, like a phoenix. A paragon of beauty and grace, capable of accepting the end for what it is: A new beginning.¡± He says. The man walks over and stands in front of Rev. ¡°I am Father Russell Adam, proud leader of The Church of Phoenix, now reformed into The New Horizons.¡± Father Adam says proudly, bowing slightly as he introduces himself. Rev looks at him confused. ¡°Phoenix rise from the ashes, right? The fuck do you mean, America as a phoenix?¡± He asks. Father Adam chuckles. ¡°Foolish, insolent child. Roswell.¡± He says, gesturing towards a screen in front of the duo. The screen snaps on, and a map of the United States is shown. Roswell, New Mexico is marked with a star to signify its importance. Lines stretch across the map from Roswell to major cities across the United States. Wolfrun, Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, North Reach, Washington DC, Seattle. All are targets for whatever Father Adam plans to use Roswell for. ¡°Like a phoenix, America will burn. A painful death, to be sure, but one that will make an impact. Rising from its ashes, a New America will be born. One that only knows peace, if only by being beaten with it. This world will see peace before I die, rest assured.¡± Father Adam says. Rev¡¯s eyes go wide, realizing what Roswell holds. ¡°You can¡¯t use them! You¡¯d kill millions! Those missiles are meant for outbreaks!¡± He screams. Father Adam paces around the room slowly, his fingers resting on his chin as he thinks. ¡°I¡¯ve atoned for my sins, I acknowledge I will be judged for murder, but was Eve judged for biting the apple? Was she tried for her sins? Why should I fear doing what will save the lives of billions down the road? Look at what Eve¡¯s sin created! Humanity! What am I but another incarnation of Eve herself!?¡± Father Adam asks. He walks over to Rev, bending down slightly to get in his face. ¡°What was the death toll for Wolfrun? Hmm? I know it. 174,823 people. Wiped out because of Division 18¡¯s inability to stop Omega. How many innocent souls were lost in North Reach? 2,287,962 souls were taken prematurely, without warning. All because of Division 18. When I launch the Minerva Warheads, I will at least warn people as they launch. I will instruct my disciples to sound the sirens when the missiles launch, giving them ample time before the strike. They will have warning to reunite with loved ones. Time to pray for forgiveness for their sins. Time to accept. More time than in Wolfrun. North Reach. More time than Division 18 offered.¡± Father Adam says to a panicking Rev. ¡°You¡¯re fucking insane! BATSHIT INSANE!¡± Rev screams, attempting to pull himself out of his restraints. Father Adam chuckles, turning away from the Hellwalker. ¡°Perhaps. Yet Jesus was seen as a traitor, and Noah a fool. I am no different.¡± He says, walking towards the door. ¡°You¡¯ll come around, Hellwalker. I know you will.¡± He says, closing the door behind him gently. Rev takes deep breaths, slowly twisting his hand to try and widen the gap between the leather strap and his flesh. He takes a deep breath and yanks his arm in a way to break his wrist. He gasps in pain and grits his teeth. He slips his broken hand through the leather strap, loosening the other strap that''s binding his good hand. He reaches his watch up to his mouth, tuning the radio to Division 18¡¯s frequency. ¡°Lucy? Abigail? We have a situation¡­ Trace my signal, please. Someone¡¯s found out about the Minerva Warheads¡­¡± He says frantically, as his nerves are still shaken. Father Adam re-enters the room and claps his hands together. ¡°Ah, of course. Do you plan to bring Doctor Abigail Bright and Lucy Daemon to my base?¡± He asks. He approaches and rips the watch off his Rev¡¯s wrist. ¡°Hello? Does anyone copy? This is Father Russell Adam, of The Church of New Horizons. I am waiting for you with Rev Finnegan in Paradise, New Mexico.¡± He says, dropping the watch on the floor. He stomps down on it, and it shatters with a crunch. Father Adam looks back at Rev. ¡°there. I have no wish to keep you locked up here. When they come, I will release you to them. Consider what I said earlier, and when the time comes, you¡¯ll decide.¡± He says, walking over to Rev with a needle and hammer. ¡°Now, my dear Russian friend showed me a trick to ensure my disciples are loyal. Hold still, this will only hurt for a moment. Soon, you¡¯ll be among the strongest shepherds of my flock. Just remember the phrase I say, and when I say it, you¡¯ll turn into a devout Acolyte.¡± Rev rests his head against the chair, memorizing the cities on the screen before him. Father Adam inserts the needle into Rev¡¯s eye, hammering down on it and saying prayers under his breath.


    The Church Of New Horizons-


    Paradise, 2017-


    ¡°Of course, why WOULDN¡¯T the dumbfuck be locked away by a cult in the middle of the fucking desert¡­¡± Lucy whines. ¡°Ya sure do whine a lot, dontcha?¡± Arthur says, and Lucy glares at him. Abigail giggles, and Lucy¡¯s face grows red. ¡°Shut the fuck up, Arthur.¡± She responds as her eyes glow red. The trio walks for a while, eventually emerging over a small hill to find a small, abandoned church sitting alone in the vast desert. ¡°Huh, how nostalgic,¡± Abigail says with a grin. She takes a seat atop the dune and slides down. Arthur follows, and Lucy tries but gets her leg caught. She rolls down the dune, much to Abigail and Arthur¡¯s enjoyment. Her face now a bright red, she storms off towards the church. ¡°Shut the hell up, you two. Come on, let¡¯s get this dweeb.¡± She mutters. Abigail and Arthur follow close behind. Once inside, they find the church derelict. ¡°This really the place?¡± Abigail asks. Lucy checks her phone. ¡°Yeah, says these are almost the exact coordinates he transmitted from¡­¡± She says. A loud bang is heard from the basement. ¡°The fuck was that?¡± Lucy says, jumping. ¡°No focking way, the Demon gets scared of loud noises?¡± Arthur asks, taking deep breaths as he laughs. Lucy looks at Abigail, exasperated. ¡°Make him shut up!¡± She demands, pointing at Arthur. Abigail sighs. ¡°I¡¯m not your mommy, even though you may want me to act like it sometimes,¡± Abigail responds. Lucy¡¯s face is a brighter red than ever before. ¡°WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD!?¡± She shouts. Abigail rushes over and covers her mouth, looking her in her crimson eyes. Abigail¡¯s blue eyes pierce Lucy¡¯s gaze. ¡°Shhhh, We don¡¯t know if Rev¡¯s alone in here.¡± She says. Lucy¡¯s eyes shift from fear to arousal. ¡°Do that more¡­ make me shut up¡­¡± She whispers. Abigail rolls her eyes and looks at Arthur. ¡°Yer lovers?¡± he asks. Abigail smiles. ¡°Yeah, been that way since 2016.¡± She says. Arthur nods. ¡°Well, congratulations an all. Happy for ya.¡± he says. He looks towards a door behind the preacher¡¯s podium. ¡°Maybe Rev¡¯s behind door number 3?¡± He says, approaching. ¡°Wait!¡± Lucy whispers aggressively. Arthur opens the door, and the stairs greet him. ¡°Oh? He says, venturing down. Abigail and Lucy chase him and come face to face with Rev creeping towards them. He stops like a deer in headlights. ¡°Rev?¡± Abigail asks. Rev¡¯s eyebrows raise. ¡°Yeah?¡± he responds, confused. ¡°The fuck is happening?¡± Lucy asks. ¡°Well, you¡¯ve all accepted my invitation, of course.¡± Father Adam says, emerging from behind Rev¡¯s chair. ¡°Glad you all could make it, It¡¯s an honor. Truly.¡± Father Adam says, bowing. Lucy charges at him, and Father Adam reveals a bowie knife. He plunges it deep into Lucy¡¯s stomach once she reaches him, knocking her to the ground. She groans in pain as blood pours from her wound, and Abigail rushes over to tend to it. ¡°Hang on, dear! I got you!¡± She exclaims, pressing down on the bleeding wound. Rev sneaks behind Father Adam, knocking him the the ground and disarming him. ¡°Good job, Rev! Here, let me up.¡± Father Adam says. Surprisingly, Rev obeys and backs away from the priest. Father Adam stands up and dusts himself off with a smirk ¡°Once again, I¡¯m glad you all can witness my triumph as the New Horizon kicks off. Cheers!¡± Father Adam says. He quickly rushes up the stairs and slams the door closed. Once he¡¯s outside, he activates a switch and a large bulkhead slams down over the cellar¡¯s door, locking Abigail, Lucy, Arthur, and Rev under the abandoned church. ¡°Well, fuck me.¡± Lucy groans. Arthur smiles. ¡°Well that¡¯s good, there¡¯s that moaning and groaning yer known for.¡± He jokes. Lucy shoots him a death stare, and he stops smiling. ¡°Fine, sorry,¡± he mutters. Rev snaps out of whatever trance Father Adam put him under, shaking his head back and forth. He¡¯s dazed, looking around as if he was just hit in the head with a baseball. ¡°GOD DAMN IT!¡± He shouts when he realizes what happened. Abigail stands up after making sure Lucy¡¯s wound isn¡¯t bleeding anymore. ¡°Rev, what happened?¡± She demands. Rev looks down shamefully. ¡°He said he was gonna nuke everyone unless I helped him capture you. I¡­ I wasn¡¯t myself. He did something to me¡­ something in my brain. Like mind control.¡± He says. Abigail sighs and nods. ¡°Fine, what¡¯s done is done. We need to get out of here, as soon as fucking possible.¡± Abigail says. Arthur and Rev stand to attention, awaiting orders. ¡°Just tell us whatcha need, boss!¡± Arthur says. Abigail looks at the chair Rev was strapped in before his release. ¡°We need to throw that against the door, maybe it¡¯ll break the door down.¡± She says.


    Devils Amongst Men-


    Los Angeles, 2017-


    Reznov looks out over Los Angeles with a look of disgust spread across his face. ¡°Why have we met here?¡± Reznov asks aloud. Father Adam smiles, looking out over the same city with a look of anticipation. ¡°Because I want you to witness my cause. I want you to see I truly wish to help you.¡± He says. Reznov smiles. ¡°Fair. Show me your strength.¡± Reznov commands. Father Adam nods and holds up a radio. ¡°We¡¯re ready. Launch the warhead.¡± He orders. ¡°Yes, Father.¡± A voice on the radio says, and sirens begin sounding in the distance. A bright dot appears on the horizon, rapidly approaching the city. ¡°Hold on, Doctor Reznov. Here it comes, the purifying flames of a new horizon.¡± Father Adam says, holding onto the guard rail. The missile strikes downtown Los Angeles, a large shockwave leveling the city around the mushroom cloud. The wind blows both Reznov and Father Adam¡¯s hair back, knocking down trees and throwing cars in its wake. Reznov looks impressed. ¡°And this nuclear weapon is NOT nuclear?¡± Reznov asks, intrigued. Father Adma laughs. ¡°Of course not! How can America rise from the ash if it¡¯s wiped out and the soil poisoned? A strong oak cannot grow in corrupt soil! He says, looking at Reznov. He turns back to the mushroom cloud forming where Los Angeles once was. ¡°Oh, the city of Angels. May the 12 million souls rest easy amongst the Angels up in Heaven.¡± Father Adam says, his hands held to his chest in prayer. Reznov chuckles. ¡°May they all rest in peace.¡± He says, a sinister grin spreading across his face.


    Father Knows Best-


    Paradise, 2017-


    Rev and Arthur slam the heavy chair into the bulkhead, to no avail. ¡°She¡¯s not comin¡¯ down!¡± Arthur exclaims, out of breath. Abigail looks around, worriedly. Her eyes fall on the map of America shown to Rev earlier. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± She asks. Rev looks up at it and takes a deep breath. ¡°That¡¯s his plan to destroy America. Use Roswell to launch those bombs and wipe out the cities marked with an X.¡± He says. Abigail examines the cities closely. ¡°Why is this X tilted to look like a cross?¡± She asks, examining Los Angeles. Rev looks a the embark, and a look of horror spreads across his face. ¡°Purified¡­¡± he says in a low tone. Abigail¡¯s heart sinks, and she starts to shake. Tears swell up in her eyes, and she looks away. ¡°We¡­ we failed¡­ Los Angeles is¡­¡± She trails off, realizing what happened. Lucy walks over to her, resting her head on Abigail¡¯s arm. The Doctor throws her off of her, rushing over to a nearby wall to support herself. ¡°I.. No¡­ No no no NO NO NO!¡± She screams, turning around and punching the wall with her left hand. Lucy and Rev rush over to stop her, but Abigail reaches for her gun. ¡°Let me get this out!¡± She screams, slamming her fist into the wall. ¡°12 MILLION FUCKING PEOPLE!¡± She shouts, the wall getting stained with blood. The sound of flesh on concrete is drowned out by the sound of bones snapping and breaking. Abigail punches and punches, her blood splattering on her face. She rips off her amulet, not allowing herself to regenerate this wound. ¡°THIS IS MY FUCKING FAULT! I DIDN¡¯T THINK THEY¡¯D BE USED AGAINST US!¡± She shouts, resting her head against the wall. She slides down, sobbing. Lucy slowly approaches her, resting a hand on her back. Abigail sobs, nodding in permission. Lucy sits next to her, hugging her tightly. Abigail takes a shaky breath, wiping a tear from her face. ¡°I-I didn¡¯t¡­ mean to hurt¡­ anyone¡­¡± She says shakily. Arthur and Rev share a look and continue to try and open the bulkhead. Lucy sighs, holding Abigail¡¯s shattered hand up so she can see. ¡°You hurt yourself pretty good, dear.¡± She says. Abigail nods. ¡°I know. I needed to remind myself that I¡¯m not perfect¡­¡± She says while sniffling. Lucy smiles softly. ¡°Let¡¯s get you to a hospital then, dear. You¡¯ll need to fix this to do any good around here¡­¡± She says. Abigail nods. ¡°O-Okay¡­¡± She says quietly, the sound of her blood dripping from the shattered hand rhythmically syncing to the bashing of the chair against the metal bulkhead. Lucy nods, standing up. ¡°Move it, boys.¡± She demands, her eyes glowing. She braces herself, and charges full speed at the door, slamming through it with her horns. ¡°Holy fuck¡­¡± Rev says. Lucy chuckles and shakes her head. ¡°Nah, try Unholy fuck. Demons are better at it than Angels, anyway.¡± She says. Rev chuckles, and the group helps Abigail to her feet. They rush up the stairs and out into the desert, scanning the horizon for a nearby town.


    Director¡¯s Note-


    The Institute, 2017-


    The Director watches from behind his desk, smiling. ¡°A fucking non-nuclear nuke! Genius!¡± He exclaims. Death strolls over, her sword resting over her shoulder. ¡°I think I¡¯m owed something¡­¡± She says. The Director groans. ¡°Fine. Sorry for saying this was a bad idea. This whole cult thing is fucking awesome!¡± He says. Death nods, bending over so she¡¯s at eye level with him in his chair. ¡°Never question me again. I was here long before you, and I¡¯ll be here when you die, and even long after that.¡± She says coldly. The Director nods, rolling his eyes. ¡°Yeah, yeah, I know. You should consider yourself lucky I like older women.¡± She says seductively, running his hand up Death¡¯s stomach. She moans when he reaches her chest, and he squeezes. ¡°Now, Sir, can we pick this up later? As much as I¡¯d LOVE you to fill me up and all, I have a job to do.¡± She says, standing up. The Director sighs. ¡°Yeah, yeah, I know. Los Angeles needs you. Get it done.¡± He orders. Death smiles. ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± She says before vanishing. The Director turns back to his screen, looking out at the mushroom cloud. ¡°Lucy, Lucy, Lucy¡­ I don¡¯t know what to do with you. Always the center of attention, aren''t you?¡± he asks aloud. Eris appears in his office, her silver hair messy and her golden eyes glowing. ¡°Sir.¡± She asks. The Director groans. ¡°If this is about Michael I swear to GOD!¡± He shouts, turning around. She stands with another figure, one who The Director¡¯s seen before. ¡°You.¡± He says. Eris ducks out of the way, and a massive man approaches him. His silver and black hair is sharp and spiky, and the scar over his right eye unnerves The Director. His massive black and silver wings are spread wide, and his eyes glow gold. ¡°I heard you''ve been mean to my lovely apprentice.¡± He says, his halo glowing. The Director swallows his fear. ¡°No, Sir. Not at all.¡± He says. Eris looks away, and the Archangel leans over The Director¡¯s desk. His hands rest on the surface of the desk, and they tighten in anger. ¡°Treat her badly again, and I¡¯ll ensure you¡¯re not capable of forming another complete thought, let alone speaking a fucking word. Understood?¡± He demands. The Director nods. ¡°Yes, Michael¡­ sorry.¡± He says. Eris smiles softly, and Michael turns away. ¡°I came here to give you something. I know you lost Metatron a while ago, and I¡¯ve finally found you a suitable replacement.¡± He says over his shoulder. He snaps, and a woman appears beside him. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, and her mouth is covered by a black scarf. She wears a tight black jumpsuit, with her cleavage unzipped to lure in unsuspecting men. She has black boots on, with small spikes to ensure she never falls over. Her wings are folded neatly behind her, and her halo is glowing above her head. Her blue eyes pierce The Director, and she smiles. ¡°Hello, Sir. I have been given to you by Michael to help you control the population.¡± The Angel says. Michael nods, vanishing. Eris approaches the new Angel, her wings spread wide in suspicion. ¡°And you are¡­?¡± She asks. The Angel nods, turning to face Eris. ¡°I am Azrael, the Angel of Temptation for Lust. And you are?¡± Azrael asks in return. Eris can¡¯t help but look at her cleavage. ¡°Eris, Michael¡¯s apprentice and second in command to The Director.¡± She says, finally looking Azrael in the eyes. The Director smiles, turning back to his screen. ¡°You two girls get to know each other and meet me back here when you¡¯re done. I have a job for both of you to do.¡± He says, smirking.

 S2E4: The Lit Fuse

    ¡ªThe New Horizon (Remaster)¡ª


    -Season 2, Episode 4-


    -Dimension 2 (Reset)-


    When The Missiles Fly-


    Manhattan, 2017-


    A man wearing heavy armor stands atop a building, looking out to the horizon. ¡°How many were launched?¡± He asks, glancing over his shoulder. A soldier approaches him with a tablet in his hand. ¡°5 missiles, Commander Hawthorne.¡± The soldier responds. Commander Alex Hawthorne nods, a look of sorrow spreading across his face. A mushroom cloud rises over where New York City once stood. ¡°How could we let him do this¡­ we should have known!¡± he exclaims angrily. Alex looks down at his phone, his fingers tightening around the edges. He dials Abigail¡¯s number, holding it close to his ear. It rings for a moment until eventually, something answers him. ¡°Heya, this is Doctor Abigail Bright! I can¡¯t quite reach my phone at the moment, so please leave a message after the beep. BEEP! Haha, that was me! Anyway, leave a message!¡± Alex presses the button to hang up, scowling. ¡°Goddamn voicemail¡­ I¡¯ll try Lucy, then.¡± He mutters. He dials her, and the line rings for a moment. After what seems like years, the line connects. ¡°WHAT!?¡± A voice screams through the speaker. Alex jerks the phone away from his ear as she screams, eventually holding the phone back up to his ear. ¡°This is Commander Alex Hawthorne of The 18th Regiment of The Division¡¯s Army. Who am I speaking to?¡± He asks into the phone. ¡°Who the fuck did you call?¡± The voice asks in return. Alex is taken aback. ¡°I called Lucy Daemon, co-CEO of Division 18¡­ Is this she?¡± He asks. ¡°Oh my fucking God, yes, it¡¯s me! You pressed the fucking numbers, so I¡¯d fucking hope you fucking meant to call me!¡± Lucy says, annoyed. Alex smiles softly. ¡°There, was that so hard, ma¡¯am?¡± He asks. Lucy growls over the phone. ¡°The fuck do you want?¡± She demands. Alex¡¯s smile fades. ¡°I have a report. 4 more missiles were launched, at New York, Chicago, Washington DC, and Las Vegas. Included with Los Angeles, that¡¯s 5 strikes within the hour.¡± he says. ¡°Well, get on that, I¡¯m preoccupied!¡± Lucy says sternly. Alex presses his fingers to his temple to quell the headache and groans. ¡°Where¡¯s Doctor Bright? Why isn¡¯t she answering the phone?¡± He asks. Lucy shuffles the phone, and suddenly groaning emits from his phone¡¯s speaker. ¡°I¡¯m in the hospital, leave me aloooone..¡± Abigail moans. Alex grows irritated. ¡°Ma¡¯am, can you please-¡± ¡°NOOOOOO! Hospitaaaaal..¡± Abigail interrupts him. ¡°See? She¡¯s hopped up on Vicodin to keep her from feeling the pain! Now leave us alone and do your damn job!¡± Lucy shouts. Alex opens his mouth to argue, but the line disconnects. He growls, shoving his phone back into his pocket. ¡°WOLVES! Rally up! We¡¯re heading back to Hanover to figure out what to do next!¡± He orders, and his soldiers all head for the helicopter instantly. Alex sighs, boarding the helicopter last.


    Shock And Awe-


    Houston, 2017-


    ¡°What a dick,¡± Lucy says, shaking her head in annoyance. A wounded Abigail nods silently in agreement, groaning in pain at the movement. ¡°Anyhow, let¡¯s get you a surgeon,¡± Lucy whispers to her. She helps Abigail up into the bed in her room, and Abigail sighs. ¡°L-Lucy¡­ I¡¯m sorry I failed you¡­¡± She says weakly. Lucy shakes her head. ¡°Nah, you didn¡¯t fail anyone.¡± She attempts to reassure her. Abigail looks away. ¡°Los A-Angeles¡­¡± She mumbles, falling asleep. Lucy takes a deep breath, a tear rolling down her cheek. ¡°Maybe them.¡± She whispers to herself. After a short wait in the hospital room, Rev walks in followed by what Lucy assumes is Abigail¡¯s doctor. He¡¯s wearing a surgical mask and a bloody apron, but his eyes seem all too familiar to Lucy. ¡°This is Doctor Spencer, he can help,¡± Rev says. Doctor Spencer nods. ¡°I can fix you up, and even give you some experimental tech as a replacement.¡± He smiles, though Lucy can sense a foreboding tone to the Doctor¡¯s words. His voice suddenly trips the alarms in Lucy¡¯s mind. That damn house, and those poor kids. ¡°Ronald Spencer¡­¡± Lucy murmurs, her eyes glowing a bright red. Doctor Spencer shakes his head. ¡°Please. I went through HELL during med school, I think I¡¯ve earned the title of ¡®Doctor¡¯, don¡¯t you think?¡± He argues. Lucy glares at him. ¡°So help me, if you harm a single hair on Abigail¡¯s head¡­¡± She says, her fingers flexing in preparation for a fight. She snarls her teeth, showing her fangs. ¡°L-Lucy¡­ He can h-help me¡­¡± Abigail mumbles, waking up. Lucy looks over at her and sighs. ¡°Yeah, yeah¡­ new universe, new rules¡­¡± She says. Rev nods, exiting the room. Doctor Spencer looks at Lucy. ¡°I need you out. Patient confideatly.¡± He says sternly. Lucy growls, heading for the door. She stops to look back at him. ¡°If she doesn¡¯t make it out of this surgery alive, even God¡¯s strongest Archangel can¡¯t stop me from finding you.¡± She says coldly. Doctor Spencer nods. ¡°I¡¯m sure.¡± He says, slamming the door in the Demon¡¯s face. Lucy puffs out her chest and takes a deep breath, loudly sighing as the air comes out. She flops down in the waiting room¡¯s chair, and Rev joins her. ¡°Hey.¡± He says. Lucy looks over at him and looks down at her lap. ¡°Heya.¡± She responds. The two sit in silence until Rev clears his throat. ¡°You know that Doctor?¡± He asks. Lucy shrugs. ¡°I think so? It¡¯s hard to say. I¡¯m from a different Dimension, as you know. I¡­ found¡­ him in that timeline. Division 18 had an incident where they released a virus into his family¡¯s house, infecting them and turning them into monsters.¡± She explains. Rev nods. He looks up at her eyes. A deep sense of dread and regret rests behind her eyes, and she looks away quickly. ¡°Did¡­ did you do something, Lucy?¡± He asks. Lucy sniffles and nods. ¡°I¡­¡± She takes a shaky breath. ¡°I did some bad things¡­ I thought some bastard knew where my brother was¡­ so I crashed one of our planes and¡­ ruined the world.¡± She says, defeated. Rev looks at her, understanding her predicament. ¡°I¡¯m sure you thought you were doing what was right, yeah?¡± He asks. Lucy shakes her head. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t know¡­¡± She says. She begins to sob, and Rev leans over to hug her. She cries into his shoulder as they wait for Abigail to come out of surgery.


    The Upgrade-


    Houston, 2017-


    ¡°Miss Bright¡­ wake up, now.¡± Doctor Spencer says gently. Abigail opens her eyes, looking down at where her broken and beaten arm once was. A shiny metallic arm rests up against her side, the metal fusing to her shoulder in an unholy union of flesh and steel. She sits up slowly, the blood rushing to her head. She blinks several times in a feeble attempt to make the room stop spinning. ¡°Easy now, Miss Bright¡­ you don¡¯t want to pass out while the arm¡¯s calibrating.¡± Doctor Spencer says. She nods, forcing her headache to die down. ¡°Now, I need to explain this to you. So listen close.¡± He says, sitting on the bed next to her. ¡°The arm is connected to all of your nerves, I meticulously connected every single one. Your brain will take time to recognize them as part of you. You¡¯ll need to conduct mental exercises. Tapping your right pointer finger against your left pointer finger while remembering the feeling of the flesh of your left pointer finger. It¡¯ll be annoying, and exhausting. But it¡¯s needed. Don¡¯t rush it, okay?¡± He asks. Abigail nods. ¡°I¡­ I think I get it¡­¡± She says, flexing the fingers on her cybernetic arm. Doctor Spencer nods in approval. ¡°Just like that. Now get back out there and save the world, Miss Bright.¡± He says, opening the door for her. She gets up and heads out into the hallway to meet with Lucy and Rev. Lucy jumps up, wiping a tear from her eye. ¡°Woah, look at you! A fifth of the way to being a sexy robot!¡± She exclaims, hugging Abigail. Abigail smiles and hugs her back, and Rev examines the arm as they embrace. ¡°Wow¡­ that¡¯ll scare the shit outta that crazy priest for sure!¡± he says. Lucy nods. Abigail sighs. ¡°I fucking hope so, he deserves all the pain he¡¯s got coming.¡± She says. She lets go of Lucy, and heads for the hospital¡¯s doors. ¡°Come on, we¡¯re heading home.¡± She says. Lucy nods, and she and Rev follow Abigail out of the hospital.


    The WOLVES-


    Hanover, 2017-


    ¡°Well, well, if it isn¡¯t my lovely Generals.¡± Alex taunts as the group enters the HQ. Lucy glares at him. ¡°Can it, Hawthorne,¡± She says. Alex frowns, quickly looking away from the Demon. Abigail walks into the room, flexing her robotic fingers aggressively. ¡°Can it, Hawthorne.¡± She says bluntly. Rev notices that the arm is twitching, and Abigail smacks the shoulder piece of her upgrade. ¡°Fucking nerves, still need to calibrate¡­¡± She mutters, twisting some knobs on her forearm. Rev shrugs and leans back, his eyes drifting off to sleep after the long day they had. Alex clears his throat to attract attention. ¡°Anyway, Arthur and I have something to share,¡± He says. Arthur looks up confused. ¡°We do?¡± he asks. Alex rolls his eyes. ¡°Yes, dumbass. We¡¯re creating an elite Spec Ops Unit to help us fight against Father Adam and his psychopaths.¡± He says. Arthur continues to look at him in confusion. Alex takes a deep breath and sighs. ¡°The WOLVES.¡± He finishes. Lucy looks up at him, annoyed. ¡°We don¡¯t NEED a Spec Ops Unit, we need more close allies like Rev, Jack, and¡­. Him.¡± She glares at Arthur. The Scotsman sighs, throwing up his arms in frustration and defeat. Lucy chuckles and looks back at Alex. ¡°All I¡¯m saying is I think YOU should be out in the trenches with us fighting.¡± She says, looking down at the shotgun resting in her lap. Alex grows annoyed. ¡°I¡¯m not a soldier, I¡¯m a leader!¡± He argues. Abigail laughs. ¡°Sure, and I¡¯m a pretty princess with a nice, golden crown.¡± She says sarcastically. Alex sighs loudly, standing up and heading for the exit.  ¡°FINE! See how easy it is leading an army without a Commander!¡± He says, slamming the door on his way out. Rev snaps awake from the nap he¡¯s been in, looking around like a lost dog. ¡°Who pissed in his cereal?¡± he asks groggily. Abigail shakes her head and snickers. ¡°Everyone, it seems,¡± Arthur answers. Abigail shrugs. ¡°Oh well. Come on guys, let¡¯s go figure out how to topple this false prophet¡¯s empire.¡± She says, heading for the door. Rev follows her, and Lucy joins them. As she exits the building, a sharp pain splits through her head. She turns around and finds Alex standing behind her with a baseball bat. ¡°A-Alex¡­¡± Lucy growls. Alex shrugs. ¡°Sorry, Lucy Loo. Gotta make a deal or two to win this war, right? That¡¯s what you did.¡± He says, grabbing Lucy around the waist. The last thing she remembers before blacking out is the warm interior of a Humvee, and the back of Alex¡¯s head as he drives away from the HQ.


    False Flag-


    Hanover, 2017-


    Alex kicks open the door to the bar, Lucy slung over his shoulder. He enters, noticing a small group of men resting in booths across the room. He walks over and lets Lucy¡¯s body go over the pool table. Her head slams against the green fabric, and she groans. ¡°Commander Alexander Hawthorne. A pleasure.¡± A man¡¯s voice says, coyly calling out from the darkness of a nearby booth. Alex turns, squinting to see into the dark. A man with curly brown hair emerges, his green eyes glistening in the light. ¡°I¡¯m sure you know who I am already, don¡¯t you?¡± Father Adam asks. Alex nods. ¡°Yes, I do. Why did you call me?¡± He asks. Father Adam stands up, taking a small glass of whiskey with him. He takes a sip and grimaces from the burn. ¡°I wanted to discuss payment for her. I¡¯m against human trafficking, by the way. But we don¡¯t usually refer to Demons as Human, now do we?¡± He asks the other men, who nod and chuckle. Alex looks around at the men again, noticing the lumps on their thighs and backs. Pistols and shotguns. The Commander takes a deep breath and looks back at Father Adam. ¡°Why do you want her? I¡¯d be completely fucked if Abigail or Rev found out about this. Why risk both yourself and me for some Demon bitch?¡± He asks. Father Adam walks over, resting a hand on Alex¡¯s shoulder. He clears his throat and gives a fake smile. ¡°Because God told me she¡¯s more than just a Demon. She¡¯s something special, capable of destroying EVERYTHING. She¡¯s more important than even Archangels. Even Demi-Gods, maybe even God himself.¡± He explains. Alex scoffs and rests his hand on his pistol holstered on his hip. The moment his flesh touches the polyester, every single person inside the bar draws a gun on him. Father Adam smiles, raising his hand. ¡°Relax. He means me no harm, I know. God himself says even he has a role to play.¡± He reassures his cultists. The armed men lower the guns and return to their drinks and conversations. Lucy opens her eyes slowly, looking around. She notices Alex and Father Adam talking and quickly shuts her eyes to listen. ¡°Now, how much money was I going to get for bringing her here?¡± Alex asks. Father Adam laughs, walking over to Lucy¡¯s body resting on the pool table. ¡°Little Alexander, you silly man. What I offer you for trade is far more valuable than money. I offer you salvation.¡± He says. Alex¡¯s face contorts, and he grows angry. ¡°Fucking bullshit! Fuck you, you religious FUCK!¡± He says, drawing his pistol. Father Adam laughs, looking down the barrel of the gun back at Alex. ¡°Leave him, my children. I have a guardian Angel watching over me. Her iris follows my every step, and she shall not allow such a man to harm a single hair on my head. You¡¯ll get your payment soon enough, dear Alexander. Farewell.¡± he says, grabbing Lucy and picking her up. He slings her over his shoulder and heads for the door, stopping before leaving. ¡°And good luck in the new world, Alexander. This brave frontier will be scary for you, but I have faith in you, as I have in God. May he direct your life as he does mine.¡± He says, finally leaving. The men in the bar follow him, leaving Alex alone in the smoky bar. ¡°Fuck¡­¡± He mumbles, heading for the alcohol behind the counter to quell his anxiety.


    Captured-


    Moscow, 2017-


    Jack¡¯s awoken by the sound of gunfire. Alarms begin sounding, and red lights illuminate the room he and Kane are trapped in. Kane jumps up, his eyes frantic. ¡°Who? Where? Why?¡± He exclaims, looking around. Jack groans, jumping up as well. ¡°Don¡¯t forget how¡­¡± He says, checking the door. A woman walks up to it, her eyes glowing golden. ¡°Move.¡± She demands, forcing the door off its hinges. The metal cell gate clammers to the floor, and she enters. ¡°Doctor Samuel Kane. My Boss has a task for you.¡± She says, her silver hair reflecting the red lights almost perfectly, shining straight into Jack¡¯s eyes. Kane looks her up and down. ¡°Well, if that task is something a bit physical, I wouldn¡¯t mind too much¡­¡± He says, trailing off. The woman reveals a dagger from under her black trenchcoat, and she stabs Kane in the chest. He cries out in pain, falling to the floor. She removes the dagger, turning towards Jack. ¡°Wake up.¡± She says, her golden eyes almost controlling him. Jack awakes in the dark room, but there¡¯s no gunfire or alarms. He rolls over, checking on Kane. The man is fast asleep on the cot across from him, snoring loudly. Jack rolls back over, looking up at the cold cell¡¯s ceiling. He sighs, and gunfire erupts from the corridor outside his cell. ¡°Fuck.¡± Jack says, jumping up. He runs over and wakes up Kane, who also heard the gunshots. ¡°We being rescued?¡± He asks groggily. Jack shakes his head. He creeps up to the cell door silently, looking out into the corridor. A pair of blue eyes gaze back at him. ¡°Hello, Jack.¡± She says, blasting the door off its hinges. Jack grabs Kane as the strange woman watches them. ¡°Be careful of the guards!¡± She calls out, vanishing in thin air. ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± Kane shouts, taking the charge down the hallway. Jack looks over his shoulder to find the woman, only to spot the golden eyes from his nightmare watching him instead. ¡°You¡­¡± He whispers, feeling his foot impact a large piece of metal. He falls to the floor, and Kane runs ahead, not noticing Jack¡¯s no longer following him. Jack crawls under a nearby gurney to avoid the guards chasing Kane. He notices one is lagging, so he sticks out his leg. The guard trips over the former cop¡¯s leg, falling to the floor. He grabs the guard¡¯s gun from its holster, firing at the fallen Russian¡¯s head. Jack quickly scrambles up, firing the small caliber handgun at the other guards. They fall dead, except one. He turns around, removing his helmet. Jack aims the gun and fires, but somehow, is unable to squeeze the trigger. He tries repeatedly until the guard emerges from the darkness of the red corridor. ¡°Little subject, I am very fortunate to learn my conditioning has worked. Welcome to the Russian Research Unit, Agent.¡± Reznov says, his brown eyes gazing into Jack¡¯s soul. ¡°7. 19. 93. 102.¡± Reznov says, and an eerie silence hangs in the air around them. Jack turns around to find Kane standing there, his eyes pitch black. ¡°Heya, bud. Listen, I¡¯m gonna beat the shit out of you so it seems like Kane is under his little spell. Just play along.¡± The man possessing Kane says. Jack looks confused, and Kane punches him across the face. He falls to the floor, and Kane squats down. ¡°This isn¡¯t how I planned for us to meet, by the way. Sadly, this is how the cookie crumbles. I¡¯m sure you get it.¡± He says, punching Jack across the face again. Jack looks up at him, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. ¡°W-Who are you?¡± He asks. Kane laughs and punches him again. ¡°I¡¯m Alastor, and I¡¯m gonna get us out of here. Eventually.¡± He says, kicking Jack across the face. Jack is barely holding onto consciousness, watching as Alastor pretends to obey Reznov¡¯s orders. He passes out, alone and afraid.


    Phoenix-


    Paradise, 2017-


    The dust wakes Lucy up with a violent fit of coughing. She looks around, finding a ruined church and several broken pews. A large monitor rests on the wall, and Father Adam stands before her, his back turned as he types on his computer. ¡°No, not this fucking place again¡­¡± She says, annoyed. Father Adam looks up, turning to face her. ¡°Good morning, Demon,¡± he says, taking his overcoat off. Lucy¡¯s eyes widen in fear. ¡°No, you¡¯re a preacher, right? You wouldn¡¯t¡­¡± She asks, audibly worried. Father Adam sighs. ¡°No. I¡¯m a holy man. I have no desire to engage in¡­ relations¡­ with a Demon, much less without consent. I¡¯m not a monster, despite what you may think of me.¡± He says, pulling up a chair. He positions it across from Lucy, who finds she¡¯s been restrained by a set of advanced cuffs mechanically connected to the door mechanism. ¡°Twenty minutes is all I¡¯m asking for. Twenty minutes and I can let you leave, and we shall go our separate ways. I wish you no ill will.¡± he says, sitting down. Lucy glares at him, her eyes glowing red. ¡°Don¡¯t really have much of a choice, do I?¡± She asks. Father Adam shakes his head. ¡°No.¡± He answers bluntly. Lucy sighs. ¡°Fine. Speak.¡± She says. Father Adam smiles. ¡°I will, and I¡¯m sure I¡¯ll have you interested within the first ten words.¡± He says. Lucy shrugs. ¡°Try me.¡± She retorts. Father Adam nods, clearing his throat. ¡°North Reach, 2004. Abigail Bright ordered me to make the NRV.¡± He says. Lucy perks up. ¡°What? No, that came from another dimension¡­¡± She says. Father Adam shakes his head. ¡°Nope. Omega, under the watchful eye of Doctor Samuel Kane, found something under the ice in Alaska back in 1999. He found some man, infected with a virus capable of creating a massive mutation similar to clay. Combining itself with other corpses. It was horrific. I tried to defect to Omega in 2004, shortly after Abigail ordered us to replicate it, so¡­¡± Father Adam pauses. He takes a shaky breath. ¡°A year later, she killed my wife. Burned my house down. Nothing was left.¡± He says. Lucy looks horrified. ¡°S-She wouldn¡¯t¡­¡± She starts, but Father Adam politely shakes his hand to silence her. ¡°No. She did. She thought the ends justified the means, anything to stop The Thule or Omega from taking over America. You knew her from 1971, but you can¡¯t be with her every day. The same way that she couldn¡¯t have known¡­ known that¡­¡± He trails off, tears forming in his eyes. ¡°My son was in that house. He was only four.¡± He says loudly, kicking the dust at his feet. Lucy looks at him in shock, and tears form in her eyes. ¡°N-No¡­¡± She says. Father Adam nods. ¡°After that, I abandoned Division 18. I went to Kane and worked for Omega. Abigail knew of this and had me murdered. They invaded Omega¡¯s base in Hawaii, gunning me down in the process. I was saved by my guardian Angel and was even visited by God himself. It was divine.¡± He says, standing up. ¡°But enough of me. I am sure you cannot trust what I say, so I shall unshackle you. I know you have already heard this before, but I have a deadman¡¯s switch connected to all of Division 18¡¯s nuclear warheads. I trust you know of the repercussions in the event I die?¡± He asks. Lucy nods, remembering Dragon¡¯s gambit. Father Adam smiles. ¡°I am glad you trust me enough to believe my threats. Return to Abigail, and Division 18. When the time comes, I know you¡¯ll trust who you should. My God shall direct it.¡± He says, opening the large bulkhead that once sealed Abigail, Rev, and Lucy. He closes it and releases Lucy. She slowly gets up, looking around skeptically. She notices the front door is wide open, and she runs for it. Father Adam watches her with a slight smile, and she makes it out. She runs until she¡¯s as far from that church as possible. She breaks down in tears, unable to believe that Abigail could be so cruel.


    God¡¯s Plan-


    Hawaii, 2004-


    The gunfire in the distance slowly dies down, and Russell Adam lies back in a pool of his blood. Tears stream down his bloody face as images of a young boy slowly fade into his mind. The boy¡¯s arms are outstretched, beckoning Russell to him. ¡°I¡¯m coming, Oliver¡­ I¡¯m coming¡­¡± Russell says, heading for the light. Two glowing blue lights stop him. ¡°No, you¡¯re not. I got something planned for you.¡± A man says. Russell opens his eyes, finding the burning building around him frozen in time. A man stands over him, a black suit and white undershirt complimenting the blue necktie hanging on his chest. His mouth smirks at Russell, and he waves. ¡°Hello, Russell Adam. I¡¯ve heard a lot of¡­ interesting things about you.¡± He says, reaching down and offering a hand. Russell glares up at him, refusing the extended hand. ¡°Well, will hear about you. You¡¯ve got some fun things coming at you in your future.¡± The man says. Russell attempts to get up but slips in his blood. He groans, looking over to the doorway. A woman stands there, her blue eyes looking at him curiously. ¡°Y-You always k-keep women like that as c-company?¡± Russell asks weakly. The man laughs. ¡°Even while you¡¯re dying, you still crack wise. I like that. You are dying, by the way. No way out of it¡­¡± he says. He turns away, a sly smirk on his face. ¡°Unless you make a deal with me¡­¡± he says. The man turns back around, with a toothy grin. ¡°I¡¯m as close to God as you¡¯ll ever get, Russ. Take it from me.¡± The man says. Russell looks over to the woman, who just stares back at him with a blank expression. ¡°I am Azrael, an Angel of Michael. And this is The Director, my Boss.¡± Azrael says, walking over to Russell. He watches her take methodical steps towards him, her eyes glowing blue as she reaches down to his wounds. She closes her eyes and grunts quietly, her palm glowing blue. Russell can feel his wounds closing, and the blood returning to his body. He feels alive again, however slightly. He looks back at the woman, who now has a glowing halo above her head. Large, white wings are folded neatly behind her back. Her cleavage is at eye level with him, and Russell can¡¯t help but stare. She smiles at him, and blushes. ¡°Do you like what you see?¡± Azrael asks. Russell shakes his head in confusion, turning back towards The Director. ¡°W-What did you mean, earlier, when you meant you had foreseen some things in my future?¡± He asks. The Director grins devilishly. ¡°Well, I can¡¯t tell you, but you, my good man, are destined to change the world,¡± he says coyly. Russell walks over to him, anger in his eyes. ¡°How will I change the world?¡± He asks. Azrael walks over to Russell, brushing her hand against his face. ¡°You are going to do what we tell you. We-¡± The Director cuts her off. ¡°We want you to burn it all down. Make America great again, in your image. Mwahahaha!¡± He says sarcastically. Russell nods, looking down. ¡°Yes, Father.¡± He says. Azrael glances nervously at The Director, who shrugs as a response. ¡°I kinda wanna see where he goes with that.¡± He says. Azrael looks over at Russell, who¡¯s pacing around like a madman. ¡°I do not know, Sir. He seems dedicated, in the worst possible way¡­¡± She says. The Director ignores her, handing Russell a bible. ¡°I wrote this JUST for you¡­ keep it close, and keep it safe.¡± He says. Russell nods. ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± The Director pats him on the back and walks towards the facility¡¯s door with Azrael. ¡°Sir, I do not think this is a good idea¡­¡± Azrael says. The Director looks back at her, his eyes glowing bright. ¡°Talk back again, and I¡¯m going to make you fucking regret it. Michael doesn¡¯t care what I do to you, and you better believe I can fix whatever I break. Don¡¯t fucking speak against me again, understand?¡± He says in a deathly serious tone. Azrael nods her head rapidly. ¡°Sorry, Sir. Won¡¯t happen again.¡± She says. The Director nods. ¡°Good. Now let¡¯s go, we got work to do.¡± He says. Azrael nods, heading out with him.


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    Father Adam looks up from the bible and takes a deep breath. ¡°I know not if what I do is just, all I know is I do it for the betterment of Humanity and America.¡± He says, opening the book. Inside the cover is a photograph, of a smiling woman and a young boy captured forever in happiness. The date ¡®11/04/2005¡¯ is written beneath them, and a tear falls next to the ink. Father Adam smiles. ¡°I do what I do for you. I miss you two.¡± He says, gently closing the book. He gets up and walks towards the door of his church, looking back at the altar. A small wooden box rests atop it, velvet fabric inside. He smiles, playing with the amulet in his pocket. ¡°I need to do this. For you, for her, and America,¡± he says aloud. Eris approaches him, her eyes glowing gold. ¡°You know that¡¯s dangerous, right? Especially if in the right hands¡­¡± She says, looking down at his pocket. Father Adam smiles. ¡°Relax, my Angel. I know what this can do, and I know the dangers it poses. I will put it to good use, I promise.¡± He says, walking out of the church. Eris sighs, flying away as he walks out into the desert.


    The Viatorem-


    Viatorem Space Station, 2017-


    Arthur watches out over Earth, the globe spinning slowly through space. The Viatorem floats silently around the moon, watching over Earth as its protector.  ¡°I can¡¯t believe Lucy put you in charge of specialists like US.¡± One of the soldiers says, the Division 18 emblem embroidered on his shoulder. Arthur glares at him. ¡°I got put in charge ¡®cause I¡¯m better than you. So grow up and follow orders.¡± He says back, looking back out over the Earth. The other members of the WOLVES snicker. ¡°You sure? How did you allow HIM up here if you¡¯re so much better than us?¡± One of them asks, motioning for the door. Father Adam steps out from the darkness, the amulet in his hand reflecting gold onto the floor of the steel space station. ¡°Hello, Arthur Callahan. I am Father Adam, and I¡¯m here to offer you a choice,¡± he says, his black combat boots clanging loudly on the floor. Arthur backs away from him slowly, reaching for his gun. ¡°I dunno how you got up ¡®ere, but you best be leavin'' the way you came¡­¡± He says, his fingers wrapping around the pistol¡¯s grip. Father Adam snaps his fingers. The WOLVES instantly bring up their guns, and their eyes glow a dull yellow. Arthur lowers his gun, looking at the six WOLVES in awe. ¡°H-How did he¡­¡± He asks, but FAther Adam already has an answer loaded. ¡°My guardian Angel ensured they¡¯d be loyal. Eris, dear, introduce yourself to our dear Scottish friend.¡± Father Adam says. Eris emerges from behind him, her eyes glowing a bright gold. ¡°I have a somewhat intoxicating effect on people¡­ watch.¡± She demands. She turns to face one of the WOLVES. ¡°Shoot this other soldier.¡± She orders. The WOLF turns his rifle at his fellow soldier and fires, killing him swiftly. ¡°Now, shoot in the air three times before twisting your own neck.¡± Eris commands. The WOLF nods, raising his rifle to the air. Three bullets pierce the ceiling, and Arthur watches in horror as the WOLF takes grabs his head, one hand around his left cheek, and the other under his neck, and twists his neck sharply. A sickening crack bounces around the near-silent atrium of the space station, followed by a dull thud as the soldier¡¯s corpse falls to the ground. Arthur looks back at Father Adam, who¡¯s found the controls for the Viatorem¡¯s controls. ¡°Now. I have no wish to harm you, but I will if I must. All I ask is that you show me which one of these buttons launches the Minerva warheads.¡± He says calmly. Arthur glances between Eris and him, thinking of what to say. ¡°Hell no, you¡¯ll have to kill me.¡± He says, puffing out his chest in an act of defiance. Eris grins, drawing an ornate dagger from under her trench coat. ¡°Fine by me.¡± She says, walking over to Arthur. Father Adam raises a hand, and she stops. ¡°No, dear Angel. Leave him alone. He will tell me, or this whole station falls on Saint Louis. The impact alone would wipe the whole state of Missouri off of the map, but what of the Hell Gate? Imagine the damage I could do if I dropped a nuclear-powered space station on a weak tear between our world and Hell! Hell on Earth!¡± he exclaims, grinning. Arthur sighs, walking over to the controls. He points at a small keyboard with a screen built in atop it, and Father Adam smiles. ¡°I knew you¡¯d be smart. WOLVES! Take our friend here to the teleporter, send him somewhere starting with an¡­ H.¡± He says. Eris nods, and the WOLVES grab Arthur by the arms and drag him out of the room. Father Adam looks out over the Earth, America resting directly in the line of sight. He sighs, closing his eyes and holding onto his bible. ¡°Dear Heavenly Director, forgive me of my sins. Forgive them for theirs, and allow them back into the beautiful Eden where they belong. I know what I do, yet they know not of their damnation. Punish me for their sins, and accept them into your loving arms. Hallowed by thy name, Amen.¡± Father Adam says. He inserts the amulet into a lock on the console and turns it. A glass container lifts, revealing a large red button. He glances snack at Eris, who¡¯s fiddling with her dagger. He smiles and presses it. A prompt appears on the screen, asking if he¡¯d like to confirm the launch. He looks out over Earth again and presses the Y key on the keyboard.


    Operation Scorched Earth-


    Hanover, 2017-


    Arthur opens his eyes. A bright blue sky, with fluffy white clouds, rolls across his vision. He sits up, looking around. He¡¯s in a green field, surrounded by woods. The trees aren¡¯t too dense, so he can easily spot a town in the distance. He suddenly remembers what happened moments prior. Father Adam. Viatorem. Minerva Warheads. He searches his pockets in a panic, finding his cell phone tucked away in his back right pocket. He opens it, fumbling with the passcode. Opening the contacts, he searched for Abigail. ¡°Fuck me¡­ come on¡­ pick up¡­¡± he mumbles as the line attempts to connect. Eventually, the line reaches Abigail. ¡°Arthur? What¡¯s wrong?¡± She asks. Arthur takes a shaky breath and sighs. ¡°F-Father Adam¡­ Warheads¡­¡± He stammers. ¡°Arthur? What is it? What¡¯s going on?¡± She asks again, fear hidden in her voice. Arthur wipes the sweat from his forehead, looking around nervously. ¡°Father Adam took over The Viatorem¡­¡± he says. Abigail goes silent. Arthur waits for her to respond, and she just hangs up after a while. Arthur looks back at the town again, and heads for it. As he walks through the woods, sirens begin sounding around him. Some distant, some near, and some within the town he¡¯s heading to. Finally emerging from the woods, Arthur finds a familiar town. A military humvee races towards him, a woman in the driver¡¯s seat with her hair flying wildly in the wind. The humvee screeches to a halt before him, and Abigail kicks open his door. ¡°Get in, NOW!¡± She shouts over the sires. Arthur follows silently, closing the door behind him. Abigail revs the engine and races down the streets of the derelict town. Arthur looks behind him to find Rev in the back seat, fiddling with a radio. Eventually, the machine sparks to life, and Rev hurriedly grabs the walkie-talkie. ¡°Alex! Alex, do you copy!?¡± He shouts over the sirens. Alex¡¯s voice quickly answers the question. ¡°Yeah, I copy! What the fuck is happening!?¡± he shouts back, sirens blaring from his end of the radio as well. Rev looks to Abigail, who swerves out of the way of a truck. ¡°It¡¯s Adam! He¡¯s got the Viatorem! He¡¯s launching the payload!¡± She replies. Alex goes silent, eventually returning to the speaker. ¡°Fuck me, it¡¯s true! Where the fuck are my WOLVES!?¡± He asks. Arthur speaks up. ¡°T¡¯was Adam, he bribed them, or brainwashed them! I dunno, they just turned on me!¡± he says. Alex sighs. ¡°Fuck, fuck¡­ fuck¡­¡± He says. Rev looks back at Abigail, who¡¯s visibly worried. ¡°H-How did this happen? How did I let this happen?¡± She asks. Rev shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t know, but we need to find that psycho and put him down before he does something really fucked!¡± Rev says. Abigail nods. ¡°All right, yeah. You''re right.¡± She says confidently. Alex speaks up again, the radio growing filled with static. ¡°Listen guys, I gotta go. Something¡¯s happening, and I need to figure out what. I¡¯ll contact you all later-¡± He¡¯s cut off abruptly, and the radio goes silent. Arthur takes a deep breath. ¡°Well, fuck.¡± Rev says, leaning back in his seat as they drive. Abigail looks out at the rising mushroom clouds. ¡°I¡¯m going to the Cold Blue. We¡¯ll be safe there, I know it.¡± She says.


    Freedom In Security-


    Washington DC Outskirts, 2017-


    Alex puts down the radio, his eyes focused on the Washington Monument in the distance. ¡°Listen up, soldier. Get me to the Pentagon as soon as fucking possible.¡± He demands. The pilot nods, tapping on the equipment keeping the helicopter in the sky. ¡°Uh, sir? Are you sure this is the right way? My systems are down, so I¡¯m flying blind.¡± He says. Alex groans. He leans into the cockpit and points at the Washington Monument on the horizon. ¡°Guess you¡¯re learning how to use a fucking sundial then. Look, we¡¯re facing East right now, right?¡± He asks. The pilot nods, checking the area around the helicopter. ¡°No, think of the area around the monument like a clock. The shadow points to the hour. Understand?¡± Alex asks, annoyed. The pilot shakes his head. ¡°Look, man. I¡¯m flying the goddamn helicopter. Just let me work please.¡± The pilot asks. Alex groans in frustration. ¡°JUST LOOK AT THE GODDAMN-¡± A bright flash blinds both Alex and the pilot. Alex looks away, shielding his eyes from the burning light. He looks back at the Washington Monument, a mushroom cloud rising where it once stood. The sky around the explosion seems to be stained red as well. The burning sky is almost gorgeous, and Alex can¡¯t help but admire it in a moment of weakness. The pilot lurches to the side, and the whole helicopter violently shakes. Alex snaps back into reality as the shockwave hits. He grabs onto the back of the pilot¡¯s seat as the helicopter spirals down to the Earth. ¡°Fuck me!¡± he shouts as the helicopter makes impact.


    Paradise Lost-


    Paradise, 2017-


    Lucy runs through the town of Paradise, searching for anyone to help her. She looks around only to find the town is abandoned. ¡°Hello!?¡± She cries out. No response. She runs towards the nearest building, scanning the inside for any sign of life. A thick layer of dust rests on all of the countertops and shelves. She backs away in shock. ¡°H-How the fuck am I going to get home?¡± She asks herself. A sickly feeling forms in her chest. ¡°What did he mean ¡®I¡¯d know who to trust¡¯?¡± She asks herself. She thinks to herself until her train of thought is derailed by the sound of a motor speeding towards her. She looks towards the sound of the engine and spots a small pickup truck racing through the town. A woman is driving it, and three men are latched onto the vehicle as she races down towards Lucy. ¡°Holy shit!¡± She shouts, jumping out of the way of the speeding truck. The woman driving it slams on the brakes, and the three men jump off. They start banging on the door and window, cracking the glass. Lucy whistles as loud as she can, and the three men stop. ¡°Oh? Another little fucktoy wanting to get it on?¡± One of them asks. He reveals a knife, and the other two reveal weapons of their own. One of them has a wrench, and the furthest one has a small revolver. Lucy smirks, her eyes glowing. ¡°Oh, if you manage to beat me, I¡¯ll let you do whatever you want, wherever you wanna do it.¡± She says smugly. The man with the knife charges at Lucy, and she easily moves out of the way. She grabs him by the back of his head, pulling his hair. She looks him in the eyes as he looks at her upside down. She kicks him in the back, and a loud snap bounces around the abandoned desert town. He cries out in pain, and the man with the wrench shouts in anger. ¡°What the fuck, you crazy bitch!? He screams, preparing for a brawl. Lucy laughs. ¡°Weak. You want all of this, but you can¡¯t handle the bottom of my fucking boot. Pathetic.¡± She says, rushing towards the man. The other man fires his gun at her, hitting her in the chest. She falls in a cloud of dust, and she lies still. The man with the wrench looks at his paralyzed comrade and slowly walks over to the corpse of the Demon. He kicks her shoulder, but she doesn¡¯t get up. He smirks, dropping the wrench and undoing his belt. ¡°Oh yeah, you got a pretty little face to fuck, don¡¯t you, bitch?¡± He asks. Lucy smirks and jumps up at him. Her fangs pierce his skin, and she rips the rapist¡¯s throat out. Blood sprays all over her face, and she laughs as he falls to the ground. She looks over at the final man, and he fires at her five more times. She smirks and starts to walk over to him. He looks between his friends and his gun. ¡°Oh, fuck this shit! The world¡¯s ending, and I''m going out on my fucking terms!¡± He shouts, putting the gun to his chin. He fires, and he falls to the ground in a heap. Lucy glances back at the woman in the truck, who seems terrified of the Demon. She slowly approaches the driver¡¯s side door and gently knocks on the window. ¡°Hey! I¡¯m Lucy, I saved you from them!¡± She says through the window. The woman slowly rolls down the window, looking back at the corpses anxiously. ¡°D-Don¡¯t kill me¡­ please¡­ I just wanna get somewhere safe¡­¡± She begs. Lucy raises her hands and shakes her head. ¡°No, no! I helped you! I¡¯m not gonna hurt you, I just need some help myself.¡± She says. The woman looks her up and down and takes a deep breath. ¡°O-Okay¡­ what do you n-need help with? I guess I owe you big time.¡± She says. Lucy looks around the town, the dust settled after the brawl. ¡°What¡¯s happening outside of here? Why did that guy say the world ended?¡± She asks the woman. The younger woman looks at her puzzled. ¡°You¡­ you don¡¯t know?¡± She asks. Lucy raises her eyebrows. ¡°Know what? If I knew I wouldn¡¯t be asking.¡± She retorts sarcastically. The woman sighs. ¡°The bombs¡­ someone took the American reserves or something¡­ they blew up the country.¡± She says slowly as if she can¡¯t believe it herself. A pit forms in Lucy¡¯s stomach. ¡°Mushroom clouds?¡± She asks in return. The woman nods, shedding a tear. ¡°I-It¡¯s over¡­¡± She says, quietly sobbing to herself. Lucy looks up to the sky, and her eyes flare red. She growls and looks back at the woman. ¡°Let me drive, I can take you somewhere safe. I need to get there, too. It¡¯s official FBI business.¡± She says, hoping the lie will work on the poor girl. She looks up at Lucy. ¡°The FBI allows¡­ Demons?¡± She asks. Lucy scoffs. ¡°Uh, yeah. We can even vote now.¡± She says. The woman nods and shuffles over to the passenger seat. Lucy climbs into the driver¡¯s seat and floors it, kicking up a cloud of dust. She turns the truck around and races toward the West Coast.


    Beneath The Tides-


    Cold Blue, 2017-


    After a long journey, Lucy and the woman sit in the submarine headed down to the Mariana Trench. Lucy looks out the window as the woman stares at the floor. The sound of the deep ocean helps keep the awkward silence at bay. ¡°The radiation wouldn¡¯t be able to reach down here. Now for a while, at least.¡± Lucy says, reassuring the woman. ¡°My name is Emma.¡± She replies. Lucy looks confused. Emma glares at her. ¡°You kill the men trying to rape me, kidnap me, and force me to go down to the fucking bottom of the ocean and never even asked me my name,¡± Emma says. Lucy looks down at the floor of the sub. She takes a deep breath and sighs. ¡°Look. I acted in the moment, and the moment I acted in didn¡¯t require formalities. If what you said is true, then America as we know it has been destroyed. Millions dead, and you¡¯re worried about my name?¡± She asks. Emma sighs. ¡°Look. I think I might be a little fucked up, okay? But trust me, shit¡¯s real. Higher powers are at work here. I know they are.¡± She says, a sly smirk spreading across her face. The Demon¡¯s eyes watch the gauge on the wall reading 4,450 Fathoms. Lucy looks away from the gauge for a moment, glancing at her with a concerned look on her face. A slight yellow glimmer shines from her eyes, and Emma looks away. Lucy shakes her head and looks back out the submarine¡¯s window. ¡°I wanna try something new. Look at me.¡± Emma says. Lucy looks over at her, and Emma¡¯s eyes glow a slight yellow. ¡°I am Eris. I am an Angel created to be the Archangel Michael¡¯s replacement in the event he¡¯s slain in battle. You will not remember this, but you will heed my warning. Continue down this path with Abigail Bright and I will kill her.¡± Eris says. Lucy nods, the red in her eyes mixed with the yellow. Eris snaps her fingers, and Lucy wakes up. She clears her throat, looking up at Lucy. ¡°I know it¡¯s a dumb question, but it helps me stay in the moment. Can you say my name? I don¡¯t know if you know it or not.¡± She asks. Lucy sighs. ¡°You¡¯re Emma. We just discussed this back at four thousand and¡­¡± She trails off, reading the gauge on the wall. 4,470. ¡°I¡­ guess we¡¯re moving faster than I thought¡­¡± She says, the sense of something being off growing in her chest. Emma nods. ¡°Yeah, you fell asleep for a minute or two.¡± She answers. Lucy nods. ¡°I guess I did.¡± She says.


    The submarine docks at the entrance of the Prison, the water crashing against the open floor. Lucy and Emma step out of the sub, and Atkins is waiting for them. The scientist¡¯s arms are crossed, and he glares at Lucy. ¡°Good to see you again, Demon.¡± He says sarcastically. Lucy looks confused. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen you before¡­ have we met?¡± She asks. Atkins sighs, shaking his head. ¡°You called me a fool for creating the SW-01, and said I should be hung for my crimes.¡± He says. Lucy shrugs. ¡°Well, maybe you should have been. But the past is in the past. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ve heard what¡¯s happening above us?¡± She asks. Atkins nods. ¡°I was told by Abigail. She¡¯s here with Rev and the Scottsman.¡± He says. Lucy nods, walking past him. She enters the main atrium of the prison, now turned into a survivor¡¯s camp. She looks around to find the stairwell leading up to the watchtower and heads off. Emma watches this, and she smirks. Her hair slowly turns from brown to silver, and her blue eyes morph into yellow ones. She laughs to herself as she slips into the shadows.


    Two Faced-


    Cold Blue, 2017-


    Lucy runs up the stairs and bursts into the main room, finding both Rev and Arthur sleeping on the couch and guard¡¯s chair, respectively. She looks around and discovers Abigail sitting in the corner, sniffling. ¡°Hey, dear. It¡¯s me. It¡¯s okay. I¡¯m here now.¡± Lucy says, walking over to Abigail. Abigail looks up at her, her brown eyes red and puffy. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. It never mattered.¡± She says to herself. Lucy sits down across from her, taking Abigail¡¯s hands into her own. ¡°Listen to me. I love you, and I¡¯m here for you. No matter what happened, or what happens.¡± She says. A strange feeling hits her chest, looking into Abigail¡¯s eyes. Lucy remembers what Father Adam said. Could those be the same eyes that killed an innocent woman and child? Lucy stares into the brown pupils of her partner, and Abigail looks worried. ¡°Did something happen?¡± Abigail asks. Lucy takes a deep breath. ¡°No. It can wait.¡± She replies. Abigail leans forward to hug Lucy, her mouth hovering close to Lucy¡¯s ear. ¡°You can talk to me. I trust you, and I know you trust me.¡± She whispers. Lucy shakes her head. She sighs. ¡°No, I can¡¯t. I need to ask you a question. Something important.¡± She says. Abigail leans back and nods. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± She asks, wiping the dried tears from her face. Lucy takes a shaky breath, tears forming in her eyes. A strange sense of rage growing in her heart. ¡°What happened back in Hawaii, in 2005?¡± She asks. Abigail looks away. ¡°Nothing.¡± She answers sternly. Lucy jumps up, her eyes glowing red. The rage is building, and she can¡¯t stop it. ¡°BULLSHIT! I know what happened! Omega found Harold in Alaska, and you attacked their base in Hawaii! I know you ordered those men to be murdered!¡± She shouts. Rev and Arthur wake up, looking around worried. ¡°Something happen? Besides the nukes?¡± Rev asks. Lucy glares over at him, her eyes borderline on fire. ¡°Go check out the prison with Arthur. Make sure it¡¯s structurally sound. Now.¡± Lucy orders. Rev glances over at Abigail, who nods. Rev shrugs and gives Arthur his gun. The two men leave the room, and Abigail stands up. ¡°Yeah, they found something! And we had to take it from them!¡± Abigail shouts back, her face getting red. Lucy shakes her head. ¡°And what about Adam¡¯s wife? His kid? Did they have to die so you could get your precious virus!?¡± Lucy screams out. Abigail¡¯s eyes widen, and she backs away. ¡°H-How did you¡­¡± She stammers. Lucy approaches her, her eyes burning. ¡°I read a file. The casualties were large in number. All of this so you could force Russell Adam to make your deadly virus!?¡± She shouts. Abigail backs up against the wall, her hands flat against it. She tries to walk away, but Lucy puts an arm up against the wall to block her escape. ¡°Answer me or I swear to God we are over!¡± She shouts. Abigail¡¯s face twitches, and she faces Lucy. ¡°I needed to get that virus so we could keep it out of Omega¡¯s hands! If you think North Reach was bad, imagine if the fucking virus got weaponized! Imagine the chaos then! I don¡¯t think a little deal with Death could fucking save us from that, could it!? I didn¡¯t fucking think so! Now how about you put yourself in my shoes! Imagine the weight of that choice! Save a few soldiers and scientists and let an evil corporation make a bioweapon capable of ending all life on Earth, or kill the scientists and soldiers and save the world as we fucking know it!? Huh!? PICK ONE!¡± Abigail screams. Lucy sits quietly and sighs. ¡°Neither. I¡¯d steal the virus, and destroy it. I wouldn¡¯t have developed it, and it would never have leaked into the water supply. I¡¯d have destroyed it!¡± Lucy shouts. Abigail starts to snicker. ¡°Oh yeah? That¡¯s what you¡¯d do? You wouldn¡¯t unleash it on a family and record the results? Because your actions prior have spoken for you.¡± Abigail says under her breath. Lucy glares at her. The rage inside has reached its limit. ¡°What the fuck did you just fucking say to me?¡± She asks, her face twitching. She snarls her fangs at Abigail, but Abigail just shrugs. ¡°Funny. You criticize me for being this evil scientist when you yourself worked for Harold Bright? Then when some sneaky politician lied about your brother you decide to ruin a family¡¯s life by infecting them with some virus? What about that? Is that not evil?¡± Abigail asks. Lucy stares at her in silence. The rage is overflowing, but Lucy can just stand there. ¡°Take that back. Right fucking now.¡± She says. Abigail shakes her head. ¡°I can¡¯t. It¡¯s something that¡¯s out there now. We¡¯re both awful people, so we need to accept it and just move on.¡± She says calmly, her voice coarse from screaming. Lucy looks away, tears streaming down her face. ¡°But I never killed an innocent child. An innocent, four-year-old child.¡± She says quietly. Abigail stops and looks down at the floor. ¡°I¡­ I didn¡¯t know he had a wife and kid. I had no way of knowing.¡± She says bluntly. Lucy stares at her. ¡°I¡­ I deal with it every fucking day. I¡¯ve killed hundreds of Nazis, Omega Soldiers, and even some civilians on accident. But Oliver Adam is always on my shoulder. I can¡¯t escape him, and I can¡¯t forgive myself for him.¡± She says. The two women stand in silence for a while, and they both calm down. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for claiming you are evil.¡± Lucy says abruptly. Abigail chuckles and looks at her. ¡°I get it. It seems like it without me telling you how I feel. But I deal with the guilt every day. It¡¯s why I get so worked up when I can''t save people¡­ I feel all of their souls on my shoulders.¡± She says. Lucy nods. ¡°I still have nightmares about the Spencers. What I did. I¡­¡± Lucy trails off. Abigail walks over to her and kisses her gently on the lips. She breaks away and looks Lucy in the eyes. ¡°We¡¯re trying to be better, right?¡± She asks. Lucy nods softly. Abigail smiles. ¡°Let¡¯s keep each other in check, okay? You call me out, and I¡¯ll call you out. No more Spencers, no more Adams. Okay?¡± She asks. Lucy nods, and the two hug as the waves crash above them.


    Return Investment-


    The Euphoric Plain, 2017-


    ¡°OH MY FUCKING GOD!¡± The Director screams. Eris flinches, and he spins around to face her in his chair. ¡°I was this close to breaking them up! UGH!¡± He exclaims. Eris nods, and steps forward. ¡°I told Lucy what you wanted me to say, and she won¡¯t remember it. Consciously, at least. She¡¯ll recall them in her dreams.¡± She says. The Director nods. ¡°Good girl. Get out there, and keep an eye on those two carpet munchers for me. OH!¡± he shouts, stopping Eris in her tracks. ¡°Check up on Azrael, see how she¡¯s handling those two lobotomized nutjobs in Russia.¡± He says. Eris nods. ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± She says, exiting his room. He leans back, closing his eyes for a quick nap. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t call them carpet munchers, Xander. It¡¯s offensive.¡± Death says, her green eyes glowing from the darkness. The Director jumps and faces her instantly. ¡°Holy fuck! You can¡¯t sneak up on me like that, man¡­¡± He says. Death smirks. ¡°First off, I can and will sneak around like that. Second off, I am not a man. Though I¡¯m more masculine than you, shriveled dick.¡± She says with a grin. The Director stands up, his eyes glowing blue. ¡°Call me that again and I¡¯ll show you how big it is.¡± He says, threatingly. Death bursts out laughing. ¡°You think that sounded tough!? You threatened to show me your tiny dick!¡± Death says between gasps of air and laughter. She calms herself down and sits down across his desk. ¡°Anyway, tell me what¡¯s up with my Bitch and her bitch.¡± She says, pointing towards Abigail and Lucy on the screen behind him. The Director sighs and sits down. ¡°I sent Eris out to plant subconscious thoughts into Lucy¡¯s head telling her to either break up with Abigail and run away, or Abigail¡¯s gonna die. As for Kane and Jack, well, I got something planned for them. It¡¯ll be fun.¡± He says. Death nods. ¡°I¡¯m with you so far, but why? Why torment those two?¡± She asks. The Director glances up at her. ¡°Because it¡¯s funny, that¡¯s why.¡± He answers. Death nods and stands up. ¡°Fair enough. I¡¯m leaving, I got a job to do. Another mass shooting in some school, I gotta go take care of those poor kids.¡± She says as she walks towards the exit. The Director smiles. ¡°Send them to Hell, they need more souls.¡± He says. Death stops and turns back around. She draws her sword, lunging at The Director. The red blade of her katana presses against his neck, and her eyes are glowing a light green. ¡°You don¡¯t tell me where my souls go. Michael is in charge, and you¡¯re his second-in-command, but don''t you fucking forget that I¡¯ll be here to reap you BOTH.¡± She says. ¡°Those poor, innocent kids are going to Heaven, where they¡¯ll play for eternity. Now, you tell me what to do again, I swear to myself that you¡¯ll enjoy your stay in Purgatory. There¡¯s some hungry things in there looking for their next meal.¡± Death says, lowering her sword. She vanishes, and The Director sighs. He turns around to face the screen once more. ¡°What a bitch¡­ she¡¯s so fucking hot.¡± He whispers to himself as he watches Abigail and Lucy hug it out beneath the waves.

 S2E5: The Truth Hurts

    ¡ªThe Nuclear Frontier (Remaster)¡ª


    -Season 2, Episode 5-


    -Dimension 2 (Reset)-


    (AH) Ashes To Ashes-


    Washington DC Outskirts, 2017-


    Ash and smoke. That¡¯s what Alex smells as he opens his eyes. He sits up, rubbing the back of his head. A warm liquid meets his palm, and he removes the hand to see what the fluid is. Blood. He looks around the wreckage for any other survivors. None. ¡°Shit¡­¡± He says under his breath. A piece of metal makes a sound behind him, and he jumps. ¡°Shit, indeed. You¡¯re lucky I was here when you crashed.¡± A man¡¯s voice says. Alex faces him, meeting eyes with the tall man. He has blue eyes, and long, messy brown hair. He¡¯s well dressed, with a black suit and blue necktie to compliment his hair and eyes. ¡°Nice to meet you. I¡¯m as close to God as you¡¯re ever gonna get.¡± He says, extending his hand out. Alex reluctantly takes it and gets to his feet. ¡°If you¡¯re as close to God as I get, what do I call you?¡± Alex asks. The man smiles. ¡°The Director, considering I direct your lives how they need to go. For example, I kept you alive just now.¡± He says. Alex looks at him, skeptically. ¡°Did you now? Because I feel fine, and the helicopter didn¡¯t break in a way that would have killed me.¡± He says. The Director glares at him. ¡°Okay, smart guy. Answer me this: If you were to die, would the world change?¡± He asks. Alex sits for a moment, and smirks. ¡°Doesn¡¯t matter. It already has while I was here.¡± He says. The Director smirks. ¡°Nice answer. Listen, I need you for something. Division 18 has fallen, and Lucy, Abigail, and the others are dead. I saw it. I need you to take over the remnants of Division 18¡¯s army and fight the Adam¡¯s Church. It¡¯s the way things are supposed to be, Father Adam changed the timeline and I need YOU to fix it.¡± He says. Alex looks at him coyly. ¡°And what¡¯s in it for me?¡± He asks. The Director groans. ¡°Fine. I can spare you from the bullet that¡¯s supposed to kill you.¡± He says. Alex jolts to attention. ¡°The what?¡± He asks worriedly. The Director chuckles. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it. Now, will you do what I ask?¡± He asks. Alex sighs, nodding his head. ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± He replies. The Director smiles. ¡°Good. Now, listen closely. You should know about this, and if you don¡¯t, you need to learn about it.¡± He explains. Alex listens to him, a look of disdain on his face. ¡°Operation Faded Glory.¡± The Director says. Alex looks up at him, the hatred on his face turning into excitement. ¡°For real?¡± He asks. Alex looks towards DC, the mushroom cloud still rising in the distance. ¡°I get¡­ to take over? Completely?¡± He asks. The Director nods. ¡°Yep, I expect great things from you. Get to work.¡± He says, and Alex jumps up. The Director is gone as soon as he looks back for him, and Alex sighs. He looks back to the mushroom cloud, and he finds the urge for power overwhelming. ¡°Hanover¡­ that¡¯s our main military HQ¡­¡± He says, looking around. He finds his way East and sets off.


    (D18) Peace And Mind-


    London, 2019-


    The airplane flies over the vast, blue ocean. Lucy, Abigail, Rev, and Arthur sit in silence as the plane heads towards London, where they hope to get some help. ¡°I¡¯m glad we finally get to visit here for real, being in that bunker for the last two years sucked ass,¡± Lucy says. Abigail nods. ¡°Yeah, hopefully, the plane doesn¡¯t get shot down this time. That would suck ass.¡± She adds. The plane jolts from turbulence, and Rev jolts awake from his nap. ¡°The plane¡¯s going down!?¡± He asks, alarmed. Abigail and Arthur laugh at this, and Lucy smirks. ¡°Yeah! Grab onto something, we¡¯re about to hit the water!¡± She shouts at him, and Rev latches onto the seat before him. She starts laughing too, and Rev frowns. ¡°Go back to Hell, asshole. You scared the shit out of me.¡± He says to Lucy, who¡¯s curled up in her chair laughing. Rev flips her off and leans back. ¡°If we¡¯re not dying anytime soon, I¡¯m going back to sleep.¡± He says. Arthur looks confused. ¡°How¡¯re ye tired? Yer sleeping all damn day now. Almost twelve hours!¡± He says. Lucy groans. ¡°You know, after two years of living and preparing in that damn underwater base, I would have thought you¡¯d have outgrown that speech impediment.¡± She says smugly. Arthur scoffs. ¡°It¡¯s no impediment, ¡®tis a culture.¡± He says proudly. Lucy rolls her eyes and turns back around. ¡°Plus, I¡¯ve been tryin¡¯ to use an American accent lately! Take a listen.¡± He says. Lucy groans and turns back around. ¡°Hello. I would like to use my five American dollars to purchase a hot dog and soda, please.¡± Artur says confidently. Lucy just stares at him. ¡°So you CAN control it, you just choose to sound like a moron.¡± She says with a smirk. Arthur frowns. ¡°Shove it up yer ass, Demon.¡± Rev sits up and glares at the two still bickering. ¡°Oi! Shove it up yer own ass, ye shamrock cocksucking WANKER! I¡¯m tryin¡¯ to get some sleep, and yer interrupting!¡± Rev shouts in a mock Scottish accent. Lucy bursts out in laughter and Arthur grows red in the face. ¡°Yer lucky t¡¯was funny, Rev,¡± he says, walking back to the end of the plane to grab a drink. Abigail takes a deep breath. ¡°I just hope Niall will give us some kind of help¡­ America is doomed without it.¡± She says. Lucy looks back at her, resting a hand on Abigail¡¯s thigh. ¡°He will. I know it.¡± Lucy says reassuringly. Abigail smiles and drifts off to sleep.


    Abigail and Lucy stand before the door to the Prime Minister¡¯s office. ¡°Glad we kept Rev and Arthur back at the plane. Rev would voice his political opinions on Niall, and I think Arthur would try and score a win for the IRA or something.¡± Lucy says. Abigail shakes her head. ¡°Just pretend to be mature when we get in there, please?¡± She asks. Lucy nods. Abigail smiles and takes a deep breath. She opens the heavy wooden doors, and Niall waves at them to come sit down. ¡°Prime Minister Niall, Sir. It¡¯s been a while.¡± Abigail says, extending a hand out to shake. Niall gently grabs it and kisses it, smiling. ¡°Indeed it has, Abigail Bright. Gorgeous as always, I see. Like you haven¡¯t aged a day.¡± He says with a smirk. Abigail chuckles. ¡°A girl has her secrets.¡± She responds. Niall nods, sitting down in his chair. ¡°I know you do. Hello, Lucy. A pleasure to finally meet you. Abigail spoke highly of you on the phone.¡± He says. Lucy smiles, revealing her fangs. ¡°Lovely teeth you have, Lucy. Tell me, and be honest: Do you bite things? Like wood, plastic? Even metal?¡± He asks. Lucy looks confused. ¡°Uh¡­ no? Not that I¡¯m aware of.¡± She replies. Niall laughs. ¡°Figures. A Demonic friend of mine recently got a dog. Labrador Retriever. He keeps trying to take the blame for my chewed-up furniture when I dogsit.¡± Niall says. Lucy chuckles. Niall shakes his head while laughing. ¡°Anyway, what can I do for you beautiful ladies?¡± He asks. Abigail clears her throat. ¡°I¡¯m sure you heard of the tragedy befallen America?¡± She asks. Niall nods. ¡°I have. I am sorry. If you need anything, please ask me. I value our relationship as allies, and our friendship even more.¡± He says. Abigail smiles softly. ¡°Our military was disabled when the bombs went off. I would like to ask, only for a short amount of time, that-¡± Niall raises his hand, and Abigail falls silent. ¡°Of course, you know I take the lives of my army seriously. I can¡¯t spare any ground forces, but if you can rally your soldiers you may have the Royal Airforce on your side. They will respect you as if I were commanding them myself. You have my word.¡± Niall says. Abigail jumps up and hugs him. ¡°Thank you so much! I¡¯ll repay the favor whenever I¡¯m able, I promise.¡± She says. Niall shakes his head. ¡°It¡¯s fine, Europe owes you after you dealt with those Thule bastards back in the War. I hope we¡¯re even?¡± He asks. Abigail nods. ¡°Of course we are! Thank you again, Prime Minister!¡± She exclaims. Niall shakes his head. ¡°Just Niall, for you. Friends help each other, right?¡± He asks. Abigail nods, and Lucy stands up. ¡°We should get going, we need to warn our troops. If any of them are left.¡± She says. Abigail nods, turning towards the door. ¡°Wait a moment, I need to ask a slight favor. There¡¯s something in it for you as well.¡± Niall says. Abigail turns back to face him. ¡°Oh? What¡¯s up?¡± She asks. Niall hands her a small envelope, stamped with the Royal Family¡¯s crest in wax. ¡°Give this to President Mikhail, in Moscow. He should help you too, maybe grant you some of the Red Army.¡± He says with a sarcastic smirk. Abigail nods. ¡°Yeah. Totally. I¡¯ll pass it along, I needed to visit him as well, anyway.¡± She says. Niall nods. ¡°And Abigail¡­ be safe.¡± He says. Abigail smiles at him. ¡°You too, Niall. See you later.¡± She says. Lucy follows her out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.


    (J/K) American Beliefs-


    Moscow, 2019-


    ¡°Now! Go!¡± Kane shouts, firing the pistol at the RRU Guards. Jack runs past him, fiddling with the keypad attached to the large, metal door. ¡°Do not be fools, Subjects. Return to your cells if you do not want me to contact the Spetsnaz. I still have use of you, even dead.¡± Reznov says over the facility¡¯s speakers. The bulkhead opens, and the lobby sprawls out before them. Several armed guards are waiting for them, tables overturned as makeshift cover. ¡°Fuck my life,¡± Kane says. Jack smiles, holding his hand out. ¡°Give me the gun. I¡¯m trained for this.¡± He says. Kane shrugs, handing him the pistol. ¡°Don¡¯t get yourself killed, kid. I enjoy your company.¡± He adds. Jack chuckles. ¡°You didn¡¯t have much of a choice, man.¡± He says, rushing out behind a large pillar. Machinegun fire follows him, and Kane hides behind another pillar. Jack takes a deep breath and charges out from behind cover. Gunfire sprays out at him, and he slides across the floor, stopping behind the table. He fires at the guard, killing him instantly. Another guard aims his rifle at Jack, and Jack throws the empty pistol at him. The guard drops the rifle, and Jack grabs it. He slams the guard¡¯s head onto the floor, and fires at the other guards behind other tables. ¡°KANE!¡± He shouts over the gunfire, sliding the other guard¡¯s rifle towards him. Kane grabs it and opens fire on the other guards. Jack crawls his way up to another table, checking the rounds in the rifle. Fully stocked. He jumps up, surprising the guards. He aims the rifle down and opens fire, blood spraying on Jack¡¯s face. Kane joins him, firing at the final table. He keeps the guards in cover as Jack slowly walks over to them. Blood on his face, he aims his rifle at the last two guards. Click. No ammo. Jack throws the gun aside and grabs the first guard by the neck. ¡°P-Please¡­ spare me¡­ American¡­¡± He begs. Jack grins and twists the guard''s neck. The second guard opens fire at Jack, and he uses the first guard¡¯s body as a shield. He charges at the second guard and grabs the first¡¯s pistol. He opens fire on the second guard, who falls limp. Jack drops the body of the first guard and sits in silence for a moment as the alarms blare. Kane approaches him, examining the bodies of the guards. ¡°Holy shit, man. You did that while NOT in kill mode¡­ impressive. I¡¯m glad I¡¯m on your side.¡± He says. Jack nods, panting. ¡°Let¡¯s get the fuck out of here,¡± Jack says. Kane stops him, handing him a shirt taken from another subject. ¡°Wipe your face off, don¡¯t wanna look like a serial killer out there.¡± He says. Jack nods, taking the shirt. ¡°Thanks.¡± He says. Kane nods and walks towards the door. ¡°No guards outside, I think we made it¡­¡± He says. Jack joins him, opening the door to the blinding sun above them. A man stands behind them as they escape the building, his white lab coat blowing in the wind. ¡°Sir, should we chase them?¡± One of the guards asks. Reznov shakes his head. ¡°No. Let them run, this experiment has gotten interesting.¡± He says, turning around and heading back into the depths of the facility.


    Jack and Kane emerge from the dark facility, finding themselves on the bustling streets of Moscow. People are chatting, and although neither of the Americans can understand them, they sound happy about something. ¡°The fucks got the Ruskies so happy?¡± Kane asks. Jack looks around, finding a shop nearby showing the world news. ¡°Kane¡­ come here.¡± He says suddenly. Kane approaches, and the news shows a woman speaking Russian. The words ¡®America¡¯ and ¡®Division 18¡¯ are brought up. ¡°What the fuck?¡± Kane asks. The woman suddenly leans out of frame, and whispering is heard. She returns and says something quickly. As soon as she finishes, Father Adam appears on the screen. Kane¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°Russell.¡± He says. Father Adam clears his throat. ¡°Is this on? Am I live? Good. Hello, I am Father Russell Adam, of the Church of New Horizons. I am speaking on behalf of America. We are undergoing a slight change of command, and I am acting as President of The United States. President Scott was unfortunately taken out by the bombs. My bombs. I¡¯m open to negotiating with Russia, China, and North Korea on new terms for previous accords.¡± He says. Kane backs away from the screen. ¡°What the fuck¡­ he did it?¡± he asks aloud. Jack turns to answer but stops. He spots a beautiful woman watching him from the crowd. Her blonde hair and blue eyes are unmistakable. ¡°We need to go. Now.¡± Jack says, grabbing Kane by the arm and pulling him away. As they run, several unmarked vans surround the crowd. ¡°Shit¡­¡± Kane mutters as the Spetsnaz pour out onto the street. The two Americans duck down to avoid eye contact, and slowly creep towards the nearest alleyway. ¡°We need to find the US Ambassador¡¯s office, they can help us¡­¡± Kane says. Jack nods, and the two rush away from the crowds. Azrael watches them from the rooftops, and she smirks. She spreads her wings and takes off to watch them from the sky.


    (AH) Doomsday-


    Hanover, 2019-


    ¡°Sir, we have reports of activity from the Church.¡± A soldier says. Alex nods, taking the tablet from him. ¡°It says they¡¯ve been seen traveling over the New York Wasteland in stolen planes. I think they¡¯re preparing for war.¡± He finishes. Alex studies the map and hands it back to the soldier. ¡°Good. Prepare the main unit for mobilization, we need to cut them off before they¡¯re able to find the facility beneath the Empire State.¡± Alex says. The soldier looks back at him, puzzled. ¡°What¡¯s in there, Sir? Abigail never allowed us to know.¡± He asks. Alex smiles. ¡°There¡¯s a ship in there capable of puncturing dimensions. It¡¯s how Omega was able to explore Hell, back in the day. Back on Mars, Division 18 stole the tech from Omega and built an airplane capable of doing the same thing, but while moving. If Adam gets his hands on that, the war is over.¡± He explains. The soldier nods. ¡°Yes, Sir. I¡¯ll get the troops ready for war.¡± He says. Alex smiles. ¡°I know we¡¯ll win, even if we lose. Father Adam hasn¡¯t been blessed like I have.¡± He says. The soldier nods in agreement, though he seems confused. Alex just looks down at his hands, a strange emblem on the back of his right hand. An eye within an aperture, the iris gazing up at him. ¡°I know I need to get that ship for you, Director. I will make sure of it.¡± He says to himself in a hushed whisper.


    (FA) Opening Up-


    New York Ruins, 2019-


    Father Adam looks down at his bible. The photo of his wife and son gazes back at him, and a strange feeling of doubt swells up inside him. ¡°Am I doing the right thing? Is this how I get justice?¡± He asks himself. He looks back out towards the ruins of New York City, the Empire State still standing tall. He sighs. He closes the bible and looks up at the sky. Since the bombs hit, the Earth has started to heal slightly. He can see the stars, twinkling and shining far away in space. He smiles, wiping a tear from his eye. ¡°Fear not, Oliver. Fear not, Anne. For when my job is done, and God lays me to rest, I shall be with you. Even if only for a moment before I¡¯m forced to be punished for my sins. I love you two.¡± He says with a shaky voice. ¡°Russell.¡± A woman¡¯s voice says. Father Adam turns around, and a pair of golden eyes glow at him from the darkness. ¡°Ah, my Angel. How may I help you, Eris?¡± He asks. Eris approaches him, her silver hair reflecting the stars above her. Her halo somehow doesn¡¯t emit real light, so it doesn¡¯t blind Father Adam as she grows close. ¡°The Director believes you¡¯re losing your resolve. Is this true?¡± She asks. Father Adam takes a deep breath and sighs. ¡°I can¡¯t lie, I have been¡­ thinking about what happened. What I did.¡± He says. Eris nods. ¡°But you¡¯re still sound in your faith?¡± She asks. Father Adam sits for a moment in silence and nods. ¡°Yes, I am.¡± He says. Eris nods. She looks around and sighs. ¡°Look, I¡¯m not supposed to do this, but let¡¯s have a chat.¡± She says, sitting down on a nearby bench. Father Adam looks at her, and she pats the bench beside her. ¡°Sit.¡± She orders. Father Adam nods and sits down next to her. ¡°I used to have little faith in my father, too. I know The Director isn¡¯t your father, but it¡¯s comparable. I didn¡¯t trust in his plan until his plan came to be. I know how it feels. I think getting to know me will help settle your nerves. Ask me anything.¡± Eris says. Father Adam looks at her, studying her eyes. ¡°Why do you follow someone who abuses you so harshly?¡± He asks. Eris¡¯ heart sinks. ¡°How did you know?¡± She asks. Father Adam smiles softly. ¡°I¡¯m a priest. I know a confessional when I see one, even with higher beings like you.¡± He says. Eris chuckles. ¡°The Director¡­ no. Xander abuses me when things don¡¯t go his way. His plans, the people he forces me to keep an eye on. Anything that goes wrong, I get the worst of it.¡± She says. Father Adam looks her in the eyes, the golden iris gazing back into his. ¡°Whatever you¡¯ve gone through, know this. You are strong. Stronger than Xander. I know he has to have Angels accompany him, as one did when he gave me purpose. You¡¯re stronger than him. Even if not physically, you are mentally. I trust you, and I hope you trust me. My faith is absolute.¡± He says. Eris smiles and stands up. She stretches her arms and back, and spreads her wings. ¡°I have to get going. The Director will send Azrael, the other Angel, to get an update from you soon. Please¡­ don¡¯t speak of this.¡± Eris says, flying away. Father Adam nods and smiles. ¡°I will keep my lips tight, dear Angel.¡± He says, looking back up at the stars.


    (D18) Negotiations-


    Moscow, 2019-


    ¡°Abigail Bright. And Lucy Daemon. I remember you both well.¡± The man says, a heavy Russian accent weighing down his words. Abigail looks at him with peaceful intent. ¡°President Mikhail, please hear us out. We were sent here by Prime Minister Niall in order to-¡± Mikhail raises his hand. ¡°Enough of him. Why are you here, really?¡± He asks. Abigail¡¯s mouth locks shut. Lucy clears her throat. ¡°We need your help. Niall gave us access to his Royal Air Force. We need some ground troops to help us reclaim America.¡± She explains. Mikhail laughs. ¡°Why would I want to help you rebuild and reclaim America? I much prefer how Adam is running it!¡± He says. Abigail¡¯s face grows red, and Lucy¡¯s eyes glow a bright red. Abigail takes a deep breath. ¡°You owe us.¡± She says firmly. Lucy glares at her, and Mikhail looks at her, curious. ¡°Oh? Do we?¡± He asks. Abigail swallows her fear. ¡°The Hayka. The space station where you sent the SW-01 you stole from us. We didn¡¯t send anyone after it, so consider it a favor. Now we¡¯re here to cash that in.¡± She says. Mikhail nods. ¡°Interesting¡­ you think I don¡¯t know of the Agents sent up, captured by Vladimir Reznov and his RRU?¡± He asks. Abigail¡¯s stern face drops. ¡°W-What?¡± She asks. Mikhail starts to grin. ¡°Oh yes, the police officer and the Omega scientist. I know of them, and how they¡¯ve been Doctor Reznov¡¯s most promising experiment¡­¡± He says. Abigail is furious.¡±We had a deal! After I dealt with the Thule for you¡­ you were supposed to release any Division 18 prisoners!¡± She shouts. Mikhail shakes his head. ¡°Yet you abandoned that deal when you sent up those Agents. Now, I could make you a counteroffer for my troops.¡± He says. Abigail looks at Lucy and sighs. ¡°Sure. What do you want?¡± She asks. Mikhail smirks. ¡°I can send you my troops in exchange for¡­ well¡­ three hours alone with you two.¡± He says, leaning back in his chair. Lucy glances up at Abigail, who¡¯s just staring at the Russian President. ¡°What the fuck?¡± She asks. Mikhail nods. ¡°Yes. You. Me. and the Demon, for three hours. Whatever I want you two to do, you do. Non-negotiable.¡± He says. Lucy jumps up. ¡°Go fuck yourself, you sick creep. Abigail, let¡¯s go. We don¡¯t need his army, and we don¡¯t need to have some gross threesome with him for anything. Fuck him.¡± She exclaims. Abigail nods, shaking her head. ¡°This discussion is over, President Mikhail.¡± She says, turning to leave. Mikhail laughs. ¡°You sway your hips a lot when you walk, Miss Bright. I can imagine how they¡¯ll sway without the pants¡­¡± He says. Abigail¡¯s face contorts into something beyond anger, and Lucy turns to face him. The expression on his face is disgusting, and Lucy just sees red. She lunges at him, digging her fangs into the Russian¡¯s neck. He screams in pain, and she rips his throat out. His blood sprays all over the ceiling, and Abigail¡¯s mouth twists into a slight smile. Lucy climbs off of him and spits his blood back on his face. ¡°That''s the closest you¡¯ll ever get to fucking either of us, you slimy sack of shit.¡± She says, walking back towards Abigail.


    The two women run down the corridors of the President¡¯s office, with armed guards firing at them from behind. ¡°GOD, YOU¡¯RE INCREDIBLE!¡± Abigail exclaims as they run. Lucy smiles at her, the blood on her face now dried. ¡°YOU TOO! I LOVE YOU!¡± She shouts back. Abigail kicks open the back door of the building, scaring Arthur and Rev. ¡°Fucking Hell!¡± Rev shouts, aiming his revolver at the guards. He opens fire, and Lucy quickly slams the door behind them as they exit. ¡°What the fuck happened!?¡± Arthur shouts, loading his shotgun as they prepare the helicopter for takeoff. The Russian soldiers break down the door and open fire on the helicopter. ¡°TAKE OFF, NOW!¡± Abigail shouts at the pilot. The aircraft slowly rises, and both Rev and Arthur return fire at the soldiers. ¡°Fuck!¡± Arthur shouts, grasping onto his side. Blood pours from the wound, and he slides down to the floor of the helicopter. ¡°Arthur! Rev, grab him!¡± Lucy shouts, and Rev attempts to lean down and grab him. Bullets cut him off, and Arthur is forced to let go. He falls a short distance, landing on the ground. ¡°Fuck!¡± Abigail shouts. ¡°We have to go back for him!¡± Lucy says. The pilot nods, but two Russian helicopters stop him. ¡°Fuck it, we need to go!¡± Abigail shouts, and the pilot nods. He takes off in the opposite direction, and Lucy just stares at the spot where they left Arthur to die. Abigail grabs the radio from the center of the pilot¡¯s dashboard and tunes it to the RAF¡¯s frequency. ¡°This is Abigail Bright. We¡¯re beginning the reclamation of America!¡± She says. ¡°Rodger, Ma¡¯am!¡± A man replies, and Abigail nods. She puts the transceiver back and sighs. ¡°Let¡¯s fix this world, yeah?¡± She asks. Rev nods, and Lucy takes a deep breath. ¡°We can try.¡± She says.


    (J/K) Cold War Blues-


    Moscow, 2019-


    ¡°Jack! Up there, look!¡± Kane shouts as they run down the alleyways. He points at a helicopter taking off in the distance, the Union Flag painted on the tail. Jack¡¯s eyes light up in excitement. ¡°Are we finally getting the fuck outta here?¡± He asks. Kane nods. ¡°If we make it there, we are! Let¡¯s go!¡± he says, rushing towards the building the helicopter left from. Kane rounds the corner to the building and is met with Spetnaz, guns aimed at him. ¡°Shit! Wrong way!¡± He exclaims, jumping back behind the corner for cover as the soldiers open fire. Jack peeks around slowly, his eyes landing on a man lying on the concrete. His orange hair is covered in blood as the puddle forming around him grows larger. ¡°Is that¡­ what¡¯s his name¡­¡± Jack says aloud to himself. Kane looks at the man, squinting at his face. ¡°Arthur!?¡± He exclaims. He grabs the pistol from his pocket and opens fire. The Spetnaz back off to find cover, and Kane rounds the corner. ¡°We have to help him!¡± He exclaims. Jack and Kane rush towards Arthur, firing at the soldiers behind cover. ¡°Arthur! Arthur, wake up!¡± Kane shouts. Arthur¡¯s eyelids slowly open, and he focuses on Kane. ¡°Ah, Samuel Kane, right? Hey, where am I?¡± He asks. Jack fires at the soldiers some more, and Kane smirks. ¡°Uh, we¡¯re in Russia and¡­ uh¡­ fighting them?¡± He answers. Arthur¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°Shit, that¡¯s right¡­ Abigail, Lucy, and Rev got in the helicopter¡­ I got shot¡­¡± He says, sitting up. ¡°They left me to die.¡± He says. Jack glances down at him. ¡°We know how it feels, but we need to get a move on! I¡¯m almost out of ammo, and they¡¯re not!¡± He shouts. Kane nods and helps Arthur to his feet. ¡°Listen, I can patch you up when we get on the boat! Just hold out until then!¡± He says. Arthur nods and joins the other two as they run away from the Spetnaz chasing them. ¡°Where are ye gonna get a boat?¡± Arthur asks as they rush towards the coast. Kane looks around, and Jack sighs. ¡°Uh, we¡¯re gonna steal one,¡± Kane answers. Arthur scoffs, and smirks. ¡°Sounds like a good plan.¡± He says, chuckling to himself as they run.


    (J/K/A) Oceanic-


    International Waters, 2019-


    ¡°IN! IN! IN!¡± Kane shouts, helping a wounded Arthur over the edge of the small fishing boat. Jack dives in and shoots the rope tying the boat to the dock, and the small ship slowly makes its way away from the shore. The Spetznas open fire on it, and Jack returns fire with Arthur¡¯s shotgun. ¡°We¡¯re getting out of here! Fucking finally!¡± Jack says, lying down on the boat¡¯s floor. Kane smiles widely, the cool ocean air blowing on his face. The three men sit in silence, enjoying their victory as the boat races away from Russia. After a long while, Kane perks up. ¡°Now, Jack, can we talk about Liz? You never got a chance to mourn or grieve. You doing okay?¡± He asks. Jack chuckles. ¡°I never stopped thinking about her. I just think I¡­ I don¡¯t really care anymore.¡± He says. Arthur sits up. ¡°Aye? That isn¡¯t healthy, my man.¡± He replies. Jack nods. ¡°I know, I just¡­ I don¡¯t feel anything anymore. Not since Reznov turned me into his weapon. I can¡¯t¡­ care enough to feel, I guess.¡± He says. Kane shares a worried glance with Arthur and takes a deep breath. ¡°Here, Jack. Go to sleep, Arthur and I will keep an eye out for Russians. We¡¯ll wake you up when we get to London.¡± He says. Jack nods and closes his eyes. Arthur looks down at his gunshot wound and smiles. ¡°Stopped bleeding.¡± He says. Kane nods. ¡°Good, I was hoping it would.¡± He replies. Jack suddenly sits up, his eyes alert. ¡°Do you hear that?¡± He asks. Kane and Arthur sit in silence, and the quiet sound of a helicopter approaching overwhelms the waves. ¡°Fuck¡­ fuck!¡± Kane shouts, grabbing the nearest harpoon. The Russian helicopter soon crests the horizon, and Arthur watches it closely. ¡°Hang on¡­ FIRE!¡± he shouts, and Kane shoots the harpoon at the chopper. It narrowly dodges the harpoon and approaches the boat even faster. ¡°Wait¡­ what¡¯s it doing?¡± Jack asks as the helicopter slowly hovers above them, lowering a ladder. Arthur and Jack look at the rope ladder skeptically, but Kane grabs on. ¡°I¡¯m gonna check it out, be right back.¡± He says, climbing the ladder. Arthur aims his shotgun at the top of the helicopter, and Kane crests the edge. ¡°Hello?¡± He asks. A man turns around from the cockpit, and smirks. ¡°Hello, Subject. I decided to help you out here, as would any good researcher when his subjects are in trouble.¡± Reznov replies. Kane attempts to crawl back down the ladder, but Reznov holds up a hand. ¡°Wait. I do not wish to return you to Mikhail, or the Russian Government. I wish to help you return to America and witness what you two will do in its ashes. As a part of my experiment.¡± He says. Kane shakes his head. ¡°What fucking test? What are you talking about?¡± He demands. Reznov chuckles. ¡°Do not worry, it is above your pay grade, as you Americans say.¡± He says. Kane looks at him, his eyes scanning the mouth of the Russian, searching for some sign of deceit. He sighs. ¡°Fine. Take us home.¡± He says, waving for Jack and Arthur to climb. Reznov smiles and prepares the helicopter to fly out to London.


    (AH) Invasion!-


    New York Ruins, 2019-


    Sirens sound across New York¡¯s dead skyline as planes swarm over the skies of the bombed-out city. ¡°Sir, we¡¯re being invaded!¡± A soldier shouts, and Alex grabs his binoculars to look at the incoming planes. ¡°It¡¯s the Church! Open fire!¡± He shouts, and the anti-air canons begin shooting at the incoming planes. They take evasive action, dodging the explosions. The planes continue onward, and the soldier looks at Alex confused. ¡°Uh, Sir? They¡¯re not fighting back¡­¡± He says. Alex nods. His radio sparks to life, and what seems to be a woman¡¯s voice emerges from the static. ¡°-Alexander Hawthorne- -Answer me!- -This is Abigail Bright!-¡± It says between bursts of static. The soldier reaches for the radio, but Alex grabs the pistol from his hip and shoots the machine. The soldier jumps back, looking at Alex with concern. ¡°They¡¯re trying to brainwash us, the same as they did with so many others. Disable your radios, and continue to open fire at those planes.¡± He says. The soldier nods, grabbing his radio. He speaks into it, and the planes suddenly open fire on the military base. ¡°Fuck! I want those planes GONE! NOTHING SHALL HURT MY COUNTRY AGAIN!¡± Alex shouts, heading down into his watchtower¡¯s basement.


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    (D18/AH) Reunion!-


    New York Ruins, 2019-


    Abigail storms towards the watchtower, and the soldiers around her salute as she rushes past. Lucy and Rev follow close behind as she kicks the door to Alex¡¯s watchtower. ¡°ALEXANDER HAWTHORNE! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I SWEAR TO GOD!¡± She screams as she kicks the metal door to Alex¡¯s basement. He opens it up and smiles. ¡°Ah, General Bright! I thought you had died!¡± He exclaims, climbing out of the bunker. She scowls at him as she pushes past him and grabs his walkie-talkie. She turns it on and raises it to her mouth in anger. ¡°This is General Abigail Bright of Division 18, contacting all Royal Air Force members and all Division 18 Army soldiers. You are firing on your own men. Cease all friendly fire at once!¡± She exclaims, and over a minute or so all gunshots and explosions on the surface cease. ¡°Alex, you¡¯re lucky I don¡¯t fucking execute you for treason, you arrogant son of a bitch!¡± She shouts, walking up close to him. She gets in his face. ¡°You¡¯re only the Commander, so don¡¯t let the power get to your head! Since I let you join the team, you¡¯ve been trying to usurp my power! Don¡¯t think I haven¡¯t noticed.¡± She says. Lucy walks over and grabs Abigail by the arm, slowly pulling her away from Alex. After a short distance, Abigail smacks Lucy¡¯s hand off of her. She glares at the Demon and takes a deep breath. ¡°What the fuck was that!? You don¡¯t fucking drag me away from anything!¡± She screams. Lucy just glares at her. ¡°Abigail.¡± She replies. Abigail ignores her and continues shouting. ¡°I don¡¯t care if we¡¯re dating, I¡¯m still your commanding officer! This asshole was trying to kill our only way of retaking America! And if he takes over, God help you! You¡¯d be shot on sight!¡± She shouts at Lucy. Lucy, however, remains calm. She looks Abigail in the eyes. ¡°Abigail.¡± She says again, to no avail. ¡°Look, this is not some back and forth, I¡¯m in charge and that¡¯s that. You can kiss me, fuck me, do whatever to me when we¡¯re not at fucking war, but guess what? We are! So you obey ME!¡± She shouts. Lucy¡¯s eyes suddenly ignite a bright red, and black wings appear from the air behind her. ¡°ABGAIL BRIGHT! YOU LISTEN TO ME, AND LISTEN GOOD! I¡¯m stronger than you in EVERY regard! I¡¯m faster, more nimble, and have years of combat experience! I love you more than you could possibly understand, but don¡¯t think I won¡¯t hesitate to hurt you! YOU DO NOT SHOUT AT ME UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO CRUSH YOUR PUNY HUMAN SOUL! BECAUSE THAT¡¯S ALL YOU ARE! A WEAK, LITTLE HUMAN WITH A GIFT!¡± Lucy screams in Abigail¡¯s face. Abigail¡¯s eyes grow wet from tears, and she backs away. Lucy, still enraged, closes in on her. ¡°You scream at me again, and I¡¯ll ensure you never use those vocal cords again! I love your voice, but Lucifer as my witness, I can make do without it. This is your LAST FUCKING WARNING!¡± She shouts, and after a moment, she calms herself down. Abigail is petrified as Lucy takes a shaky breath. ¡°So do NOT scream at me again. I love you, and I¡¯ll treat you with kindness. But do NOT mistake my kindness for weakness, because I¡¯m still a fucking Demon capable of ripping your throat out.¡± She says with a hoarse voice. Abigail nods. ¡°S-Sorry¡­¡± She whispers. Lucy nods, opening the door for her. ¡°Thank you. Now let¡¯s go meet with Alex and Rev and figure out what to do about this lunatic and his cult.¡± She says, her dark wings vanishing in the wind. Abigail nods, following her inside the watchtower.


    (J/K/A) War Torn-


    New York Ruins, 2019-


    Jack, Arthur, and Kane exit the helicopter, and Reznov smiles at them as he takes off. He flees towards the ruined city, and the trio slowly makes their way towards the nearest Division 18 output. ¡°Heya boys! I¡¯m Doctor Samuel Kane, a recent new hire and friend of Abigail Bright!¡± Kane says to the soldiers. They chamber a round in their rifles and approach the three men. ¡°Hands on your heads, all of you!¡± One soldier shouts. Jack obeys, and Arthur puts his hands out in front of him. ¡°Listen, lads, I¡¯ve been shot in me shoulder, can I just put them out like this fer ya?¡± He asks. The soldier nods, handcuffing him. Another grabs Jack''s hands and restrains them as well. ¡°What the fuck are you guys doing!? We¡¯re on the same side!¡± Kane exclaims as two soldiers force him to the ground. One of them restrains his hands and the other grins. ¡°We¡¯re taking you to General Hawthorne, he¡¯ll know what to do with you guys for going AWOL.¡± He says. Jack looks up nervously. ¡°We didn¡¯t go AWOL! We were kidnapped by Russians!¡± He argues. The soldier laughs. ¡°Save it for the judge, jury, and executioner!¡± He replies. Arthur glances worriedly at Kane, who groans. ¡°Great, he made himself the General¡­¡± He says under his breath.


    Book Of Revelation-


    New York Ruins, 2019-


    Father Adam sits alone in his small cabin on the outskirts of New York, staring at the fire he made in the fireplace. He takes a deep breath and clasps his hands together in prayer. ¡°Heavenly Director, please bestow your presence upon me. I have questions on my path, what I shall do, and how to complete your divine mission.¡± He says aloud. He feels a presence join him in the dark room, and he stands up. He turns around, and a pair of familiar blue eyes glow at him from atop his bed. She¡¯s lying on her stomach, and her wings are folded neatly behind her. Her golden halo shines above her head, and she¡¯s biting her lip. ¡°Be not afraid, Human. I mean you no harm unless harm is what you desire.¡± Azrael says seductively. Father Adam backs away from her. ¡°I requested The Director. Not you.¡± He says. Azrael jumps off his bed, her wings spreading wide to help her keep her balance. ¡°The Director sent me to help you. I am Azrael, I was there when you first joined The Director¡¯s plan.¡± She says. Father Adam nods slowly. ¡°I remember you. I need some help-¡± He¡¯s cut off by Azrael getting incredibly close to him. ¡°What do you desire? Something spiritual, akin to a wish? Or¡­¡± She trails off, grabbing his left hand. She presses it against her chest, forcing his fingers to squeeze her boob. ¡°...Something more sinful?¡± She asks in a seductively low whisper. Father Adam jerks his hand away from her, holding it with his right hand as though he burned it. ¡°No! I simply require guidance-¡± He¡¯s cut off again by Azrael groaning. ¡°Blowjob? Assjob? Not even a titjob would satisfy you? Maybe you need something more harsh. More¡­ feral.¡± She says, quickly rushing behind him. She presses against his back, squishing her chest on his back. She rests her left hand against his cheek, and slowly reaches her right hand down to his belt. ¡°We could fuck like rabbits if you so desire.¡± She whispers in his ear. Father Adam jolts forward, turning to face her. ¡°ENOUGH! I desire guidance on what to do after Division 18 is taken out of the picture! I¡¯ve done all you¡¯ve asked so far, so give me more guidance!¡± He exclaims. Azrael starts to snicker, covering her mouth to stifle it. ¡°You really destroyed America because¡­ you thought we wanted you to? Seriously?¡± She asks. Father Adam stares at her, disbelief in his eyes. ¡°You¡­ didn¡¯t want me¡­ to destroy it?¡± He asks. Azrael nods. ¡°Yeah, The Director was just being sarcastic. You¡­ could not tell?¡± She asks. Father Adam looks down at his bible and sees the photo of Oliver peeking over the top at him. His eyes fill with tears, and Azrael shrugs. ¡°Oh well, summon me again when you need more guidance.¡± She says, exiting through the front door. Father Adam opens the book, staring at the date inscribed on the page next to the photo. ¡°W-Why? Why did they take you? Why did I do¡­ this?¡± He asks. He looks at the fire and sighs. He starts to laugh, and he throws the bible into the flames. He laughs maniacally, breaking the cross above his bed and tossing it into the flames as well. He stops laughing, gazing at the flames engulfing the holy scripture. Oliver and Anna Adam stare at him, the flames closing in. ¡°NO! NOT AGAIN!¡± He shouts, diving towards the fire. He snatches the photo of his family, waving it around to kill the flames latching onto it. ¡°I¡­ I need to find Abigail¡­ I need to set this right¡­¡± He says frantically, rushing for the door.


    The Gang¡¯s All Here!-


    New York Ruins, 2019-


    Alex enters the prison cell, standing tall over three prisoners of war wearing sacks over their heads. A soldier approaches him, handing him a slip of paper. ¡°These them?¡± Alex asks. The soldier nods. ¡°Yes, Sir. They claim to know Doctor Bright, but we didn¡¯t trust them after what you said about the brainwashing¡­¡± He says. Alex sighs, taking off the hood of the man in the middle. Jack Hollow glares up at him, his eyes burning with rage. Alex groans. ¡°You fucking IDIOTS! Get Abigail in here, NOW!¡± He shouts, and the soldier hurries out of the door. He leans down and unties Jack and removes the cloth from his mouth. ¡°I¡¯m sorry about this, my troops thought you were CHurch Agents sent to brainwash them¡­¡± Alex says. Jack shakes his head. ¡°Whatever, man. Just get us free so we can find Abigail and the others.¡± He says. Kane and Arthur join Jack in freedom, and Alex removes the gag from Kane¡¯s mouth. ¡°Jesus, man¡­ couldn¡¯t you have at least bought me dinner before we got kinky like this?¡± Kane asks. Arthur rolls his eyes. ¡°Ye could¡¯ve at least kept ¡®em gagged, yeah?¡± He asks Alex, and Alex smirks. Abigail enters the room, followed closely by Rev and Lucy. Abigail hugs Arthur tightly. ¡°Thank God you¡¯re safe, I was so worried about you¡­¡± She says. Arthur hugs her back, smiling. ¡°Nah, I was fine. Kane and Jack gave me a ride back stateside.¡± He says. Abigail lets him go, and Lucy shakes his hand. Abigail approaches Jack, hugging him as well. ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re back, too. I missed you.¡± She says. Jack smiles softly, but his eyes can¡¯t hide the disdain in his heart. ¡°Me too, being in Russia sucked ass.¡± He says. Kane glares at them and groans very loudly. ¡°What? No love for me?¡± He asks. Lucy shoots him a thumbs up, and Abigail glares at him. Rev shrugs, and Alex approaches the group. ¡°Listen, guys. I got word that the Church is inbound, and they¡¯re going in for the kill. I hate to disrupt this lovely reunion, but we¡¯re in a war¡­¡± He exclaims, handing the group some weapons. Abigail gets a strange look on her face, and Rev looks concerned. ¡°What¡¯s that face for?¡± He asks. Lucy sighs. ¡°Russia might be coming back to kill us all.¡± She explains. Alex turns around, confused. ¡°Why? America¡¯s ashes, why would they bother coming here?¡± He asks in return. Abigail takes a deep breath. ¡°Lucy and I maaaaaay have killed the Russian President¡­¡± She says quietly. Alex¡¯s jaw drops, and Rev¡¯s eyebrows raise slightly in disbelief. ¡°You¡­ killed the Russian President?¡± He asks. Lucy nods, and Rev laughs. ¡°What the fuck¡­ okay. Fine. Guess we¡¯re at war with Russia now, too.¡± He says. A voice startles the group, and a shadowy figure emerges from the bunker¡¯s entrance. ¡°Indeed you are. It would seem as though you kicked the hornet¡¯s nest, as you American pigs say.¡± Reznov says. Abigail¡¯s eyes narrow, and Lucy¡¯s iris starts to glow red. ¡°Reznov,¡± Lucy says in a low tone. Jack and Kane slowly back away from him. ¡°I require my subjects, as my tests have concluded.¡± He states. Abigail smirks. ¡°Sorry, I may not like Kane that much, but he¡¯s mine. Jack, too.¡± She says, stepping between them and Reznov. Doctor Reznov smiles. ¡°I imagine you would think that, but perhaps Lucy and Rev have something to say about this?¡± He says. Abigail looks between the two he mentions, with Lucy and Rev sharing a worried and confused glance. ¡°Activation phrase: Phoenix. 2. 26. 9. 100.¡± He says, and both Lucy and Rev¡¯s eyes turn slightly yellow. Rev approaches Kane and Jack, while Abigail is approached by Lucy. ¡°Lucy? Dear? What¡¯s going on?¡± She asks. Lucy looks at her lover, a strange blank look on her face. ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t know¡­¡± She says. Rev hands Jack a small revolver and looks towards Reznov for further orders. ¡°Jack, shoot dear Abigail for me. Lucy, hold her tight.¡± He orders. Lucy grabs Abigail by the throat, her grip tightening around the Human¡¯s neck. Jack looks between Abigail and Reznov, a terrified expression decorating his face. ¡°Jackie, don¡¯t do it, boyo!¡± Arthur shouts. Reznov chuckles. ¡°Perhaps you need some motivation.¡± He says coldly. Abigail¡¯s eyes widen, and Kane attempts to charge at Reznov. ¡°Stop.¡± He orders, and Kane¡¯s feet halt instantly. ¡°Someone stop him!¡± Kane screams, and Reznov smiles. Arthur runs at Reznov, tackling him to the ground. ¡°9! 12! 20! 37!¡± He shouts, and Jack releases a blood-chilling scream. He raises the revolver, aiming at Abigail. ¡°Jack! NO!¡± Arthur shouts, diving towards him. Jack fires, and Arthur intercepts the bullet. His white shirt slowly turns red, and he falls to the ground. Abigail looks over at Kane, her face turning blue. ¡°Numbers¡­ reversed¡­¡± She gasps. Kane¡¯s eyes widen, remembering the facility, and how Reznov calmed down Jack. ¡°37, 20, 12, 9!¡± He exclaims, and Jack throws the gun to the ground. He cries out in pain and falls over. He stops screaming as he passes out, and Abigail looks into Lucy¡¯s eyes. The yellow tint flickers for a moment, and Lucy drops Abigail. She rushes to Arthur¡¯s side, pressing her ear up to his head. ¡°I hear a breath¡­ rattling and faint, but a breath¡­¡± She says happily, her voice tired from the strangulation. ¡°Lucy, can you-¡± She¡¯s cut off by Lucy¡¯s boot impacting the side of her head. Abigail falls next to Arthur, and Lucy looks down at her. ¡°Lucy¡­ please¡­¡± She begs as the Demon lifts her by the neck again. She rips off Abigail¡¯s amulet, throwing it to the ground next to her. Kane rushes her, but Lucy grabs him by the hair. She throws him across the room, and he slams into the wall. Lucy puts her other hand around Abigail¡¯s neck, and Abigail gasps. ¡°I¡­ love¡­ you¡­¡± She says weakly. Lucy has tears welling in her eyes, and she grimaces as Abigail stops fighting. ¡°If¡­ this is¡­ it¡­ I¡¯m glad¡­ it was¡­ you¡­¡± She says, closing her eyes. A slight smile spreads across Abigail¡¯s face. Lucy, now crying, glances over at Reznov. The yellow tint is overwhelmed by the red glow of her iris, and she drops Abigail. She charges Reznov like a bull, piercing his stomach with her horns. He gasps in pain, and Abigail screams in rage as she lifts him. She throws him against the wall using her head, and he slams into the nearby cement. Alex re-enters the room, aiming his gun at Reznov. ¡°Get the medic, NOW!¡± Lucy screams, rushing over to Arthur. Alex checks on Abigail, who¡¯s alive but unconscious. ¡°...Yes, Ma¡¯am!¡± He shouts, leaving. Arthur opens his eyes slightly, looking up at Lucy. ¡°Ah, Beautiful Lucy. Sorry, you have to hear me annoying voice again¡­¡± He says quietly. Lucy kneels next to him. She smiles softly, tears running down her face. ¡°No, it¡¯s fine. I think I like it now, actually.¡± She says softly. Arthur smiles, blood coming from his mouth. ¡°Yer only sayin that because I¡¯m¡­ dyin¡¯...¡± He says. Lucy shakes her head. ¡°Hey, I like it. I¡¯ve just been jealous, I guess. I¡¯m from Hell, and I get a basic American accent? Lame.¡± She says. Arthur nods while laughing quietly, grabbing Lucy¡¯s hand. ¡°That¡¯s true. Did I do a good job?¡± He asks. ¡°With Division 18¡­ even though I let ya down in Russia¡­?¡± He asks, his voice growing weaker. Lucy nods, wiping some of the tears from her face. Arthur sighs, turning to look at the unconscious Jack. ¡°Don¡¯t blame the boyo, He¡¯s not really ¡®imself at the moment¡­¡± Arthur says, his breathing strained. Lucy looks to Jack, then back down at Arthur. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Art. I don¡¯t. You did a great job with getting them back. Thank you.¡± She says. She kisses Arthur¡¯s forehead, and she looks him in the eyes. ¡°Rest easy, Arthur Callahan.¡± She says quietly. Arthur closes his eyes. ¡°Yes¡­ Ma¡¯am¡­¡± He says, and his breathing stops. Lucy leans back on her legs, sitting down next to the dead Scotsman. She looks around, all of her friends are unconscious except one. Rev approaches her, resting a hand on her shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m surprised he wanted to see you before he went¡­ He always liked you, you know.¡± He says. Lucy looks up at him, smiling softly. ¡°Let¡¯s get these three to some beds, maybe they¡¯ll wake up before the damn Church shows up.¡± She says, standing up. Rev nods, picking up Jack. Lucy walks over to Abigail, looking down at her. She kneels, grabs her amulet, and puts it back around Abigail¡¯s neck. ¡°Hang in there, dear.¡± She says quietly, picking up the unconscious woman.


    Redemption?-


    New York Ruins, 2019-


    Abigail jolts up in the darkness, woken up from a bad dream. ¡°Lucy!?¡± She calls out, to a deafening silence. She climbs out of bed, her throat still sore from the Demon¡¯s claws. She opens the door to the main room of the bunker and finds Lucy and Rev sitting at the table. Rev¡¯s cleaning his revolver, and Lucy is eating what appears to be a burger, but the ingredients are questionable at best. ¡°Lucy? Whatcha eating?¡± Abigail asks, sitting down next to her. The Demon smiles. ¡°It¡¯s a burger, with some fries, lettuce, tomatoes, and a couple of slices of bacon. Some steak as well, and a tiny, microscopic amount of pork inside.¡± She says, taking a bite. Abigail watches the juice run down Lucy¡¯s chin, and she sighs. ¡°Thank God you¡¯re good at cleaning yourself because holy shit that¡¯s vile.¡± She says, standing up. Lucy shrugs. ¡°I¡¯m an active lady, gotta get a ton of protein and stuff.¡± She says, taking another bite. Rev clears his throat from across the table. ¡°Finish your other bite before getting another mouthful, you¡¯ll choke.¡± He says without looking up at her. Lucy nods. ¡°Sorry¡­¡± She says, swallowing what she has in her mouth. Abigail takes a deep breath, and heads for the exit. ¡°I¡¯m going to take a shower, my body is sore and my head is killing me. I¡¯ll be back.¡± She says. Lucy waves and Rev nods. She takes a deep breath, and Rev sighs. ¡°What¡¯s on your mind?¡± He asks. Lucy looks up at him, setting down her burger. ¡°I just¡­ I¡¯ve been thinking about what Adam said. About his son and wife.¡± She explains. Rev looks up, curious. ¡°What¡¯d he say?¡± He asks. Lucy shrugs. ¡°He claimed that Abigail killed a ton of her own men, and attempted to kill Adam himself, but failed and got his family instead.¡± She says. Rev sits up, leaning forward. ¡°When? What year?¡± He demands. Lucy sits for a moment, recalling what Father Adam said. ¡°2005, I believe.¡± She says. Rev sighs. ¡°Then it¡¯s true. When I worked for Omega, there was an unexplained assassination run back in ¡®05.¡± He says. Suddenly, a loud knock on the steel bulkhead separating the group from the Wasteland makes both Lucy and Rev jump. ¡°What the fuck?¡± Rev asks as Lucy slowly gets up. She grabs her knife, slowly approaching the bulkhead. She opens it, readying her blade to kill whatever waits for her on the other side. Rev aims his revolver, and the duo waits in anticipation. A figure emerges from the rain, his hair wet and covering his face, but Lucy can recognize the green eyes. ¡°Adam! I should kill you just for being here!¡± She exclaims, but Father Adam raises his hands. ¡°I am unarmed. I¡­ I wish to come inside. I need to speak with you, Rev, and Abigail¡± He says. Lucy glares at him, and Rev looks confused. ¡°Let him in, I guess. The gun stays on you, though.¡± Rev says. Father Adam nods, entering slowly. Lucy lowers her knife, and Rev pulls back the hammer on Ellie. ¡°One move I don¡¯t like, and bang.¡± He says. Father Adam nods, sitting down at the table. ¡°What the fuck do you want? Lucy asks once he¡¯s comfy. Father Adam takes a deep breath and sighs. ¡°I¡¯ve given up on being a preacher. I¡¯m fucking done.¡± He says. Rev lowers the gun in shock, and Lucy leans forward. ¡°What did you say?¡± She asks. Adam clears his throat. ¡°I was acting out my beliefs, and an Angel came down and said¡­ She said I misinterpreted her words. I was a fool, and I¡¯m¡­ I¡¯m here asking for a chance to redeem myself. I know complete redemption is out of the picture, but I¡¯d like to at least get set on that path before I die.¡± He says. Rev puts the gun down, and Lucy leans back. ¡°Huh¡­¡± She says. Adam glances up at her. ¡°Nothing to say?¡± He asks. Rev gets up and silently heads towards the kitchen. Lucy shakes her head. ¡°No¡­ just, wow. I¡¯m sorry you were lied to. I¡­ I¡¯ll speak with Abigail about your chance of redemption.¡± She says, standing up. A woman clears her throat from the hallway behind them. ¡°No need. I¡¯m not helping him, and I¡¯m insulted you¡¯d even think I¡¯d consider it.¡± Abigail says, walking into the meeting room. She has a green towel around her body, and her hair is still wet. Lucy looks at her in shock. ¡°How could you? You ruined his life, set him on this path of destruction, and now decline his chance to change? No, not even change. He just wants to TRY to change.¡± Lucy argues. Abigail walks over, getting in Lucy¡¯s face. ¡°My decision is final. No.¡± She says, turning away. Lucy firmly sets her foot down on the cement, the footfall echoing around the room. ¡°No, I refuse to accept that. I¡¯m giving him a chance, whether you like it or not. You gave me a chance, and I¡¯ve done worse.¡± She says. Abigail sighs and turns around. She glares at Adam and approaches Lucy. ¡°What did I tell you before about arguing with me? I¡¯m the boss. You¡¯re stronger than me, but I OWN this company. This is NOT a fifty-fifty split.¡± She says. Lucy¡¯s eyes start to glow, but Rev clears his throat. ¡°Lucy, calm down. Abigail, just talk to the guy.¡± He says. Abigail turns to face him, but he whistles and looks down. His revolver sits in his hand, the hammer pulled back. ¡°Either of you try anything I dislike, this gun can kill both of you. Easy.¡± He says, looking between Abigail and Lucy.


    Ultimatum-


    New York Ruins, 2019-


    Abigail sits down in front of Adam, and she leans forward. ¡°Why are you here?¡± She asks. Adam looks down at her chest, which is more than visible at her angle. ¡°I¡­ um¡­¡± He stammers, glancing over at Lucy for help. She sighs and tosses Abigail a shirt she found in a nearby chest. Abigail puts it on and repeats herself. ¡°Why are you here, Russell Adam?¡± She demands. Adam leans forward and smiles. ¡°I¡¯ve made a mistake, and I¡¯m here for atonement. I¡¯ll happily go into custody when the time comes, but we need to fend off my Church. They won¡¯t like that I¡¯ve given up my role.¡± He says. Rev sits down next to Abigail. ¡°How could they know?¡± He asks. Adam points at his green eyes. ¡°It¡¯s in the eyes. They¡¯re a window to the soul, and they¡¯d know I¡¯m lying. Plus, The Director¡­ God¡­ wouldn¡¯t like that. I¡¯m here against his wishes.¡± He says. Abigail leans back in her chair, putting a hand up to her mouth in thought. ¡°The Director? So, there¡¯s a God, and you were truly visited by him? When?¡± She asks. Adam sighs. ¡°Hawaii, you sent your WOLFS to execute us. I was shot in the side, and he stopped me from going to Heaven. Sent me on a ¡®Divine¡¯ mission. Which was bullshit.¡± He explains. Lucy walks over, resting a hand on Abigail¡¯s shoulder. ¡°He¡¯s not lying. I¡¯ve heard rumors of a Director down in Hell. Even Lucifer knew of him, and worked for him supposedly.¡± She says. Abigail nods. ¡°Okay. I¡¯ll play ball. How can you help us?¡± She asks. Adam smiles. ¡°I know about your secret spaceship capable of piercing the Dimensional wall. We can escape this dying world, give us a chance to try again.¡± He says. Lucy closes her eyes and smiles softly. ¡°Another chance at doing the right thing¡­ heh.¡± She whispers to herself. Rev perks up. ¡°Wait, we have that?¡± He asks. Abigail nods, looking down at the floor. ¡°Yeah, we do. I may be your friend, but I¡¯m also your boss. Some things are above your clearance. Sorry, I lied to you all.¡± She says. She turns her attention back to Adam. ¡°So what¡¯s your plan? Ride out this apocalypse you started just so you can flee to another Dimension?¡± She asks. Adam shakes his head. ¡°No. I want to get out of here and serve my sentence in a proper prison. Somewhere not affected by this war-torn scorched Earth.¡± He says. Abigail takes a deep breath and sighs. ¡°Fine. I¡¯m getting Jack and Kane, and we¡¯ll go to the ship and flee.¡± She says. Alex peeks around the corner, his eyes wide in fear. ¡°The Director? How does he know¡­ no. No. It can¡¯t be¡­¡± He says, a twisted smile forming on his lips. ¡°We¡¯re nothing more than chess pieces¡­ pawns in his game¡­¡± He says, snickering to himself. ¡°All my life, I fought to get here¡­ to the final standoff¡­¡± He says, cackling. He watches as the group leaves the building. ¡°Checkmate, Abigail. I win.¡± He says, checking his pistol. One bullet left. He grins as he follows them to the strange spaceship¡¯s location.


    The Quantum Collapse-


    The Ultimatum, 2019-


    Adam, Abigail, Lucy, Rev, Kane, and Jack all enter the spaceship. The interior is built like a cargo plane, with a massive ramp acting as the only entrance to the ship. ¡°What the fuck¡­¡± Rev mutters, looking around. Kane smiles. ¡°I fucking knew it was real. Those Omega scouts know their stuff.¡± He says. Abigail looks over at Adam, who¡¯s smiling to himself. ¡°Whatcha smirking for?¡± She asks. Adam perks up, looking at her in surprise. ¡°Oh, I¡¯m smiling at this.¡± He says, handing Abigail a small piece of paper. A young boy and a woman smile up at her. ¡°Who are they?¡± She asks. Adam swallows his anger. ¡°Oliver and Anna Adam. My wife and son,¡± he says. Abigail feels a strange pain in her chest. In her heat. ¡°I¡­ Adam.¡± She says, looking up at him. He smiles back at her, even though he¡¯s on the verge of tears, he still smiles. Warmth is the only emotion he¡¯s showing. Abigail looks away, wiping the tear from her eye. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry¡­ I didn¡¯t know about them. I promise I didn¡¯t. If I did, I wouldn¡¯t have even thought of burning down¡­ I¡¯m sorry.¡± She says. Adam shakes his head. ¡°I know. If you didn¡¯t feel bad, you wouldn¡¯t have offered me a second chance.¡± He says. Abigail looks over at Lucy, who¡¯s currently examining the ship¡¯s cockpit with Kane and Rev. ¡°Can you forgive me?¡± She asks. Adam nods. ¡°Of course I can. I¡¯m a priest, even if I don¡¯t believe in God anymore. I still feel as though forgiveness is a valuable part of Humanity.¡± He says. Abigail nods and glances over at Jack. He glares at her, putting his head down to sleep. ¡°Do you have time for a confessional?¡± She asks. Adam nods and walks over to the entrance of the ship. Abigail follows, and Adam smiles at her. ¡°What is the name of this ship?¡± He asks. Abigail looks at it and sighs. ¡°The Ultimatum.¡± She says. Adam nods and clears his throat. ¡°In the name of God, Ultimatum as by grounds, and the Angels as my witness, I shall not judge thee for thy sins. Speak your heart, and be forgiven.¡± He says. Abigail takes a shaky breath. ¡°I¡­ I think Jack hates me. I know why.¡± She says. Father Adam nods. ¡°Why is that?¡± He asks. Abigail sighs. ¡°Wolfrun, 2016. I offered him¡­ No. I made him a part of my team without asking him. I got his girlfriend killed, I had his mind broken, and¡­ I never even got to say I was sorry.¡± She says. Father Adam nods. ¡°And how does that make you feel?¡± He asks. Abigail looks up the ramp at Lucy, who¡¯s laughing with Rev. ¡°Angry. It makes me angry, and I take it out on Lucy. I don¡¯t mean to, but¡­ I feel better afterward. I can always ask for forgiveness, and she¡¯ll supply it.¡± She says. Father Adam sighs. ¡°You know that isn¡¯t healthy, Abigail.¡± He says. Abigail nods. ¡°I know¡­ I just don¡¯t know how to deal with this.¡± She says. Father Adam opens his mouth, but someone cuts him off before he can speak. ¡°Hey, can I come with you?¡± Alex asks, emerging from the darkness around the Ultimatum. Abigail looks over at Father Adam and nods. ¡°Yeah, I suppose so. Follow me.¡± She says, heading up the ramp. Adam and Alex follow her into the ship, where Lucy looks at Alex confused. ¡°I don¡¯t mind you tagging along, but how are we going to fit ALL of your soldiers in here? It¡¯s already kinda cramped as is¡­¡± She asks. Alex laughs. ¡°No! Just us, they don¡¯t matter. Only the main characters need to move on!¡± He exclaims. Adam raises an eyebrow, and Jack lifts his head. Rev approaches him, his hand slowly reaching for his revolver. ¡°What do you mean, ¡®Main Characters¡¯?¡± He asks. Alex shrugs. ¡°I dunno, but¡­¡± He trails off as Kane approaches from the cockpit. ¡°Who says you get to decide who¡¯s important, anyway?¡± He asks. Alex stiffens, standing tall. ¡°The Director. We¡¯re all actors in some story, and He¡¯s writing it in real time. We¡¯re the main characters, and he¡¯s Directing us from off-stage!¡± Alex says. Adam¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°The Director! That¡¯s who lied to me!¡± He says. Rev raises his gun, but Alex has him beaten. He has a gun aimed at Jack. ¡°Woah, easy now, Alex¡­¡± Abigail says, stepping between him and Jack. Alex looks away, a shimmer of yellow in his eyes. ¡°We can talk about this, you¡¯re not too far gone. It¡¯s okay, Lucy and Jack snapped before, too. They came back. You¡¯ll be okay¡­¡± She says. Alex shakes his head, not lowering his gun. His other hand grabs his head in pain. ¡°No! It won¡¯t matter! He¡¯s given me something good! Something worth fighting for! SOMETHING WORTH SURVIVING FOR!¡± He shouts, aiming the gun at Abigail instead. Abigail opens her mouth, but Adam rests a hand on her shoulder. ¡°Let me talk to him, I can talk him down.¡± He says. Abigail nods, and Adam approaches the crazed gunman. ¡°Alex, listen to me. I made a deal with The Director too, and he lied. He cheated me out of a spot in heaven, he made me do awful things to the country I fought for. I¡­ I think he¡¯s doing the same to you, too.¡± He says. Alex forms an inhuman smile and chuckles. ¡°See, here¡¯s the thing¡­ I don¡¯t have anything to lose¡­ So, in short: I don¡¯t care.¡± He says, aiming the gun at Adam. Lucy and Abigail cry out in shock as Alex pulls the trigger. Adam¡¯s head flings back, blood spraying all over Jack. Adam falls to the floor, his face painted red by the blood pouring from his forehead. Abigail pushes Alex away, and Rev fires at him. He hits Alex in the knee, and the soldier drops to the floor. ¡°GO! NOW!¡± Abigail shouts at Kane, who rushes towards the cockpit. The Ultimatum screams to life, and Abigail grabs Alex by the collar. She kicks his gun away, and he laughs. ¡°Thought you wanted the enemy dead¡­ but even in the end, he managed to brainwash you¡­ all of you are traitors¡­¡± He says. Jack looks out the window as the ship takes off, and he notices the woman with silver hair and yellow eyes watching them. She smirks, and Jack looks back towards the others. ¡°LUCY! REV! LOOK!¡± he exclaims, the two rushing towards the window. ¡°What the fuck is THAT!?¡± Rev shouts, and Jack looks back. A small black spot seems to be floating where the woman stands, and the black dot suddenly starts to expand. ¡°What the FUCK!?¡± Kane shouts, forcing the ship to take off. Lucy looks back at Kane and rushes over to help him take off. ¡°Heh¡­ you¡­ r-really pissed¡­ Him off¡­ you¡¯re all¡­ FUCKED.¡± Alex says, coughing up blood. Abigail pulls him close. ¡°What the fuck do you know about him? Tell me!¡± She shouts in his face. Alex just smirks. ¡°Bite me, General.¡± He says. The black dot suddenly grows a strange axis across the center and begins warping the light around it. ¡°A fucking BLACK HOLE!? HE CAN MAKE BLACK HOLES!?¡± Jack shouts, and Alex laughs. ¡°You¡¯re all¡­ so¡­ FUCKED. Heh¡­ hahaha¡­ HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!¡± He cackles, and Abigail shouts in rage. She throws him out of the back of the ship. Adam¡¯s body slides out as well, and Abigail closes the ramp. She walks over and sits down next to Jack. ¡°You okay?¡± He asks. Abigail sits in silence, nodding. She puts her head down, and the ship flies away from the black hole consuming the Earth around it. Lucy looks over at Kane, focusing on flying the ship away from the all-consuming void. ¡°Guess we¡¯re lucky this ship has its center of gravity, huh?¡± She asks. Kane nods. ¡°Yeah, or we¡¯d all be dead.¡± He says, pressing a button that lights up once they¡¯re far enough off of the ground. A strange blue beam fires out of the front of the ship, and the sky before them seems to shatter like a mirror. A strange darkness rests behind it, and Kane shrugs. ¡°Allons-y, as they say.¡± He says as they enter the Void.


    Director¡¯s Cut-


    The Institute, ????-


    ¡°Sir,¡± Eris says coldly. The Director sighs, swiveling his chair around to face her. ¡°Yes, Eris?¡± He asks. She storms over, getting in his face. ¡°You never told me I¡¯d have to drop a black hole in their timeline! I didn¡¯t sign up for this!¡± She shouts. The Director¡¯s eyes glow blue, and he slaps her. ¡°Raise your voice again, and I swear to God¡­¡± He says. Death appears, her eyes ignited with lime-green flames. ¡°Knock it off, both of you. Eris, go take a break.¡± She orders. Eris nods, wiping a tear from her eye. Death approaches The Director, leaning down on his desk. ¡°You¡¯re getting too hands-on. Abigail and Lucy know of you now. They¡¯ll question everyone they meet. Both of your little henchmen are dead. Adam was shot by Alex, and Alex revealed you to them. Oh, yeah, almost forgot¡­ HE¡¯S DEAD TOO!¡± Death shouts. The Director stands up in anger and turns to face her. She towers over him, and he sighs. ¡°I know, I fucked up. Don¡¯t worry, I have something planned for them.¡± He says. Death groans. ¡°And what would that be?¡± She asks. The Director smiles and sits back down. ¡°Loki. I sent him to those Nazi fanatics, and they think he¡¯s some ancient Thulian God. It¡¯ll be entertaining, as well as hopefully something that gets rid of those little fuckers.¡± He says. Death shakes her head, walking towards the door. ¡°Whatever, man. He didn¡¯t kill them last time, I doubt he¡¯d kill them now.¡± She says. The Director flips her off and laughs. ¡°Hey, I¡¯m a man who loves second chances.¡± He says to himself, watching the group navigate the Void. He leans back and smirks to himself. ¡°Any second now, Azrael. Guide them into my trap¡­¡± He says. He watches as a blue beacon shines out across the Void, and the Ultimatum swerves towards it. ¡°Checkmate.¡± The Director says, smiling to himself.

 S2E6: The Return Of The Thule

    ¡ªThe Thule (Remaster)¡ª


    -Season 2, Episode 6-


    -Dimension 3-


    Rough Landing-


    Earth, ????-


    The ship shakes violently as it enters the white beacon shining through the void. ¡°Hang on to something!¡± Abigail calls out as they crest the event horizon of the strange light, emerging in a new world. Abigail, Lucy, Kane, Rev, and Jack open their eyes to find New York City, the skyline lit up in the darkness. They watch as the skyline approaches, but something seems off. Large black splotches litter the sky above the city. ¡°What the fuck are those¡­?¡± Jack asks, squinting at the black spots. Suddenly, an explosion ignites behind one of them. A large, metal zeppelin bearing a symbol of hate lights up, searchlights scanning the city below. The other black spots turn on their searchlights, scanning the city. Smoke rises from New York and small bursts of gunfire light up the darker part of town. ¡°What the Hell?¡± Kane asks, looking down at the city. ¡°Are those¡­ The Nazis?¡± Lucy asks. Abigail shakes her head, her eyes locked on the emblem on the side of the largest zeppelin. ¡°No. Worse-¡± She says, getting cut off by the sound of a loud jet. Rev perks up. ¡°A jet? Isn¡¯t this the 1940s?¡± He asks. Abigail glares at the symbol still. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s the Thule.¡± She says as the jet intercepts The Ultimatum. It fires at the plane, hitting the wing. It explodes, smoke and fire trailing the ship as it slowly descends. The Thulian Jet fires at the ship, and Abigail throws the ship into a downward spiral. The Thulian Jet continues to chase them, and Jack takes a deep breath. He rushes back to the end of the ship and hops inside the turret. He slams the door on himself, closing himself off from the others. He sighs, grabbing the control mechanism. ¡°Okay, Jack¡­ you got this.¡± He says to himself. He loads the bullets into the gun and stops. ¡°You sure?¡± A voice in the back of his mind says. He shakes his head and aims at the Thulian Jet. He fires and blows the wing clean off of the jet. ¡°Nice one, Jack!¡± Abigail shouts, leveling the Ultimatum as they glide down. Abigail scans the nearby buildings for enemies and finds nothing. She sighs in relief, looking back towards Lucy, Kane, and Rev. ¡°Guess we¡¯re clear, right-¡± She asks, getting cut off by the roar of another Thulian Jet. It shoots at them, and the Ultimatum shakes violently. ¡°FUCK! HANG ON TIGHT!¡± Kane shouts as the Ultimatum rapidly approaches the river below.


    Not Quite Right-


    New York, 1946-


    Lucy opens her eyes and finds a campfire before her. The fire dances around, orange and yellow hypnotizing her. ¡°Glad you¡¯re awake.¡± A man¡¯s voice says, distracting her from the flames. She looks towards the origin of the voice, a tall and muscular man aiming a Thompson machine gun at her. ¡°Who, and what, are you? And why were you inside that alien ship?¡± He demands. Lucy chuckles. ¡°Alien? Buddy, you¡¯re in the wrong line of duty for alien-¡± He slams the stock of the Thompson into her head, shutting her up. Her head throbs in pain, and she glares up at the man. Her eyes glow red, and she growls. ¡°That fucking hurt, asshole.¡± She says coldly. The man shrugs, pulling back on the charging handle of the machine gun. ¡°Yeah? A bullet¡¯ll hurt a whole lot worse. Now, who and what are you?¡± He demands again. Lucy takes a deep breath, and looks away from him. ¡°I¡¯m Lucy, a Demon from Hell. I was on that ship escaping a dying reality with my friends. Where are they, if you¡¯ve seen them?¡± She asks. The man sighs, lowering the gun. He sits down across from her, looking into her eyes. ¡°Hell isn¡¯t real. It can¡¯t be. God¡¯s abandoned us in this world, and Hell won¡¯t take any of those damn German fucks.¡± He says. Lucy looks confused. ¡°What do you mean ¡®Hell won¡¯t take them?¡¯ They¡¯re not dying?¡± She asks. The man shakes his head. ¡°No, we shoot one and they get back up. Saw one of those assholes eat an old friend of mine. Sometimes, when we bomb them before the war ended, they¡¯d combine into a massive¡­ thing, and eat more of my men.¡± He says. A pit forms in Lucy¡¯s stomach. ¡°Nazi Zombies¡­ and they turn into Exquisite Corpses¡­ awesome.¡± She says, annoyed. The man looks at her, squinting his eyes. ¡°You know about this?¡± He asks. Lucy nods. ¡°Yeah, I sure do. But how about I get your name since I¡¯m being so cooperative, huh?¡± She asks in return. The man sighs, leaning into the light. He has dark skin and brown eyes. His hair is long, messy, and dirty. ¡°Fine. I¡¯m Wyatt Carmichael, Shadow Company.¡± Wyatt says. Lucy nods. ¡°Shadow Company?¡± She asks. Wyatt nods back. ¡°After the war ended, the FBI needed a group capable of covert operations. Needed to move like shadows. I was part of that team.¡± He explains. Lucy interrupts him. ¡°Wait, the war¡¯s over? Nazis are everywhere!¡± She exclaims. Wyatt nods, looking away. ¡°I know. I assume they didn¡¯t win in your timeline, or whatever you said?¡± He asks. Lucy looks at him in awe. ¡°Yeah, we kicked their asses in 1945¡­ what year is this?¡± She asks. Wyatt sighs. ¡°46. How¡¯d you beat them?¡± He asks. Lucy looks around, the bunker room barren of any symbols or signs of life. ¡°Hitler killed himself when Russia attacked Berlin. What happened to your timeline? Why are they in America?¡± She asks, still in disbelief. Wyatt sighs, rubbing the back of his head. ¡°Well, we were doing alright, until 1942, when one of our scientists defected to Germany. Doctor Jacob Bright, I believe. Suddenly, they overwhelmed Russia. Then England. Soon, Canada surrendered to them and let them in. After that, the Nazi Empire slowly crept into America. New York and Los Angeles fell first, surrounding the central chunk of the USA. The Midwest put up the most fight. They¡­ dropped a nuclear bomb on the major cities. Detroit, Saint Louis, Minneapolis, and even fucking Milwaukee. All gone. Texas is the only state still rebelling, with some rumors circulating Florida gearing up to invade the other states of the south.¡± He says. Lucy looks down at the ground in shock. ¡°Listen, my friends and I are known to solve problems. We can help you get these Nazis out of America for good, and set things right.¡± She says. Wyatt nods. ¡°I know. I spoke to a few of your friends already. The one with the coat and the blonde one, mostly. I tried to speak with the brunette woman, but she instantly went to help some of my injured men.¡± He says, unlocking the restraints on Lucy¡¯s cuffs. The Demon smiles and stands up. ¡°Let¡¯s go get the plan figured out, then. Let¡¯s stop the Nazis for good!¡± She says. Wyatt smiles at her. ¡°I remember when I had that kind of enthusiasm¡­ the good ¡®ol days before they invaded. Let¡¯s send them back to Berlin with their tails between their legs!¡± He exclaims, and Lucy laughs in agreement.


    Alternate Outtake-


    Occupied New York, 1946-


    ¡°Lucy! There you are!¡± Abigail exclaims as Lucy emerges from the bunker with Wyatt. She hugs the Demon, who embraces her in return. Kane and Rev approach as well, offering sympathy for the crash. Jack, however, remains secluded from the group. He watches from a distance, his heart racing. ¡°You don¡¯t need them, Jack.¡± A voice in his head says. He shakes his head in disagreement. ¡°No, they¡¯re my friends¡­ I need them and they need me.¡± He argues. The voice chuckles in his head. ¡°Wrong. Abigail made you a monster, remember? It was her fault North Reach fell. Not yours. You don¡¯t owe her anything.¡± The voice says. Jack looks away from the group, instead looking down at the ground. ¡°I owe Kane, he was with me when Russia captured us¡­ I owe him for helping me get out¡­¡± He says. The voice groans. ¡°Kane was a victim too, remember? If anything, you owe a lot to Alastor. Not Kane.¡± The voice argues. Jack sits still for a moment. ¡°Y-You¡¯re right¡­¡± He says quietly. The voice chuckles. ¡°Of course I am, I¡¯m you.¡± He says. Jack closes his eyes, a pit forming in his stomach. ¡°You know what you need to do, Jack.¡± The voice says. Jack opens his eyes, gazing at Abigail. His fingers wrap around the grip of his pistol, and he flexes his trigger finger. ¡°Jack? You good?¡± A woman¡¯s voice asks, breaking him away from his thoughts. Lucy looks down at him, a worried look on her face. Jack nods, clearing his throat. ¡°Uh, yeah. Fine. What¡¯s the plan?¡± He asks. Lucy shrugs. ¡°Dunno, we¡¯re gonna figure that out with Wyatt in a bit. Come on.¡± She says, resting a hand on his shoulder. Jack nods, standing up. Lucy leads the way, and Jack slowly follows. ¡°Kill her. Kill Abigail Bright.¡± The voice says loudly in his head. Jack scratches at his wrist until it bleeds. As the blood pours from the wound, the voice dies down.


    ¡°So, here¡¯s the game plan. Isabella Steiner, the current leader of the Fourth Reich, or the Thule, will be in town tomorrow. Her zeppelin is docking at the Empire State Station right now. When we attack, Abigail, Rev, and Kane will sneak inside and disable the ship. Jack, Lucy, and I will distract Steiner directly to allow you three inside. Once inside, after disabling the ship, you¡¯ll find a vial of her newest weapon: ¡°Untoter Krieger.¡± Once you find it, escape the ship by any means necessary. Once you do that, we¡¯ll have killed Steiner and we¡¯ll meet up to discuss the next step before the Thule regroup.¡± Wyatt explains. Abigail sits silently, anger growing in her chest. ¡°Fucking Steiner. I knew I should have killed that bitch when I had the chance.¡± She says. Rev rests a hand on her back. ¡°Hey, this is a different timeline, it probably isn¡¯t the same one, right?¡± He asks. Abigail shrugs. ¡°Who knows? I won¡¯t get confirmation until I see her eye. I slashed that bitch across her face with my knife before she ran away like the coward she truly is.¡± She says. Wyatt smiles. ¡°I like that rage. Rage like that wins wars. Let¡¯s move out!¡± He exclaims, motioning for his troops to enter their vehicles. Kane approaches Jack, who is oddly quiet. ¡°You okay?¡± He asks. Jack shrugs. ¡°I¡­ Yeah, I¡¯m fine. Let¡¯s do what Americans do and kill some Nazis.¡± He says, loading his pistol. Kane nods. ¡°Fuck yeah, let''s end this war!¡± He shouts excitedly. Lucy whoops from another truck, and Kane chuckles. He slams his foot down on the pedal, forcing the truck to speed down the road toward the heart of Occupied New York City. Jack climbs inside Wyatt¡¯s truck, staring up at the dark sky above them silently.


    Sent From Above-


    Occupied New York, 1946-


    The streets are covered in wreckage and debris, forcing Lucy to look away from the chaos. ¡°Can¡¯t believe this is your New York¡­¡± She says somberly to Wyatt. He nods in agreement. ¡°Me neither.¡± He says bluntly. Lucy sighs, checking her shotgun to ensure it¡¯s full of ammo. Suddenly, an explosion rocks the truck. Wyatt is forced to swerve off the main road and onto the sidewalk. Kane¡¯s truck follows the course, avoiding the explosions. Several Nazis emerge from the buildings and open fire on the overturned truck. ¡°Shit! Everyone, return fire!¡± Wyatt shouts, tossing Jack an extra magazine for his machine gun. Jack and Wyatt return fire, killing a few of the Nazis. Lucy, however, takes a deep breath. She jumps out from cover, charging at the Nazis. Her eyes glowing a bright red as she charges, she lunges at the closest one. She rips the soldier¡¯s throat open with her teeth. Blood sprays all over, and she jumps to the next one. She grabs his MP40 submachine gun and bashes his head in with it. She turns to face the other nazis, opening fire on them with the SMG. With the ambushing group dead, Jack and Wyatt emerge from cover, with Wyatt smiling excitedly. ¡°Hell yeah! That¡¯s the shit I love to see!¡± He exclaims, high-fiving Lucy. Jack just stares at the blood, a strange look in his eye. ¡°Don¡¯t you just love the smell of it? The iron, tangy taste in your mouth¡­ amazing.¡± The voice in his head says. He shakes it away, rejoining Wyatt and Lucy as they approach the Empire State Building.


    ¡°Steiner! Show yourself, you foul German!¡± Wyatt shouts, his voice echoing around the nearby alleyways. Lucy scoffs. ¡°You sure she¡¯s here? Why would-¡± She¡¯s cut off by the echoes of footsteps approaching from within the blasted-out doorway of the Empire State. A woman with blonde hair approaches them, her German uniform bearing the Thule¡¯s emblem. Her hat covers her eyes, and her gloves are stained dark brown with what Lucy can assume to be dried blood. ¡°Hello, General Wyatt.¡± She says in a surprisingly American accent. Lucy perks up, looking at the woman closely. A glowing Halo glows above her head, and white wings are folded behind her back. ¡°W-Wyatt, back away from her¡­¡± Lucy says meekly. Wyatt ignores this, approaching the woman. ¡°Steiner, I presume?¡± He asks. The woman chuckles, moving her hat higher up on her head. Her iris glows a bright blue, and she smirks. ¡°No. I am Azrael, and I think you are fighting something far beyond your capabilities.¡± Azrael says, shoving Wyatt backward. He flies and hits an overturned car, holding his side in pain. ¡°Fuck¡­¡± He says quietly as his palm is covered in blood. Jack rushes to help him, and Lucy stands up. Her eyes glow red, and she growls. Azrael laughs. ¡°Oh! I Demon! I have not fought one of you in ages!¡± She says, spreading her wings and drawing a sword from her hip. Lucy glares at her, reaching for her pistol on her hip. The two divine beings stare at each other, their hands hovering over the handles of their respective weapons. Lucy snarls her teeth and grabs her pistol. She fires at Azrael, hitting the Angel in the shoulder. Azrael gasps in pain, her eyes lighting up. She flies up into the air, readying her sword for a dive attack. ¡°Shit,¡± Lucy says, her gun clicking as Azrael dives towards her. Right as Azrael is about to skewer her, a figure jumps and intercepts Azrael by slamming into her side. Lucy quickly reloads her pistol and looks up to find Jack standing over Azrael. ¡°You¡­ fucking Human dare to attack me?¡± She asks. Jack looks down at her. He shakes his head, putting one of his hands up to his ear. ¡°No¡­ shut up, SHUT UP!¡± He shouts, plunging a knife deep into Azrael¡¯s chest. She gasps in pain once again, crawling away from Jack. She pulls the blade out, and the wound instantly heals. She looks between Jack and Lucy and flies away quickly. Lucy takes a deep breath to calm her nerves and sighs. ¡°Holy fuck¡­ Jack, you okay?¡± She asks. Jack looks at her, a look of yearning in his eyes. He clearly wants to say yes, but he can¡¯t bring himself to do so. He looks away, walking over to aid Wyatt in standing up. ¡°W-What the fuck¡­ was that?¡± He asks, his voice strained. Lucy looks up towards the sky, scanning for any other threats. ¡°An Angel. From Heaven.¡± She answers solidly. Wyatt shrugs. ¡°Sure, whatever. Fuck it.¡± He says, sitting down on a nearby tire with Jack.


    Steiner-


    Occupied New York, 1946-


    Abigail, Rev, and Kane sneak down the dimly lit corridors of the zeppelin. ¡°Wyatt¡¯s intel said the weapons lab should be right around¡­¡± Kane mutters, looking up at the signs on the wall. ¡°Here.¡± Abigail finishes, opening a steel door. Rev enters the room first, his revolver drawn and loaded to fire as soon as he needs it. Abigail follows, and Kane takes up the rear. ¡°Hello, beautiful,¡± Abigail says, approaching the small cylindrical device in the center of the weapons lab. She inputs the code Wyatt gave her before their espionage, and the cylinder opens. A small vial of a strange black liquid rests inside. Her heart sinks, realizing what it is. ¡°H-How the fuck did this get here?¡± She asks, bewildered. A woman chuckles from behind them. ¡°I simply took it from the source, if you recall.¡± She says, a heavy German accent draping her words. Abigail and Rev turn around to find Kane with his hands in the air. ¡°Sorry, fellas. She got me beat. A pistol doesn¡¯t beat a submachine gun.¡± He says. He steps aside, revealing a woman wearing an all-black Nazi outfit. Instead of the generic swastika on her red armband, she has a Christian cross with the German emblem behind it, and the Iron Cross hanging from the Christian cross. The iconic marking of The Thule strikes fear in Abigail¡¯s heart. She has blonde hair, almost turning silver with age, and a scar across one of her two blue eyes. ¡°Steiner,¡± Abigail says. Steiner smiles. ¡°You remember me?¡± She asks. Abigail glares at the German. ¡°Of course, it¡¯s hard to forget your first death.¡± She answers. Steiner blushes slightly. ¡°Aw, was I your first?¡± She asks in return. Rev clears his throat. ¡°Sorry to interrupt this joyous reunion, but what¡¯s happening here?¡± He asks. Steiner¡¯s smile fades. ¡°Rev Finnegan. I know about you, but I¡¯m honored to finally meet you in the flesh. The Hellwalker.¡± She says, approaching him. He looks to Abigail for help, but Steiner¡¯s MP40 aims directly at Rev¡¯s stomach. ¡°You killed Lucifer, right? How did it feel?¡± She asks, getting uncomfortably close to him. She brushes a hand against his cheek, slowly lowering it down to his chest. She presses against his muscles and smiles. ¡°Did it feel good? Like you were king of the world?¡± She asks. Rev just stares at her, worried and confused. Her hand ventures even further south. It cups his crotch, and he grows visibly uncomfortable. ¡°Hey, you¡¯re a little low there, miss.¡± He says. Steiner chuckles in his ear. ¡°No, you foolish American, I¡¯m exactly where I want to be. You can remain silent while I do what I want.¡± She says, squeezing his crotch. He grunts in pain, and Abigail clears her throat. ¡°Hey, you mind leaving my men alone?¡± She asks. Steiner groans, pulling away from her victim and approaching Abigail. ¡°Raise your hands. Now.¡± She demands. Abigail slowly raises her arms over her head, and Steiner cuffs them to the ceiling¡¯s pipes. ¡°You didn¡¯t like men. That is what my agents told me. So why, I must ask, are you referring to him as your ¡®man¡¯?¡± She asks. Abigail looks concerned. ¡°What? He¡¯s my soldier, under my payroll, he¡¯s literally my man.¡± She explains. Steiner suddenly wraps her arm around Abigail¡¯s waist, pulling her close. ¡°You¡¯re telling me you don¡¯t like this?¡± Steiner asks, groping Abigail¡¯s ass. The chained woman glares at her. ¡°No. I don¡¯t. You can stop now.¡± She says coldly. Steiner laughs. ¡°You¡¯re in no position to bargain in, my dear Bright.¡± She says, revealing a knife. Abigail¡¯s mind wanders to how she will carve her skin when she suddenly uses it to slice her tank top off. The cold air of the zeppelin bites at her bare skin, until suddenly, a warm hand caresses one of her breasts. She whimpers in pleasure, but it wasn¡¯t one she wanted to let loose. Steiner squeezes her chest and smiles. ¡°You really like this, don¡¯t you? I bet you¡¯re drenched¡­¡± She whispers, dropping her MP40. She grabs Abigail¡¯s cheek with her right hand, her left hand still fondling her chest. She kisses Abigail on the mouth, her tongue forcing its way inside. ¡°Hey, freak!¡± Kane shouts. Steiner stops and slowly turns around. ¡°What? You want some of this, too?¡± She asks. Kane laughs. ¡°Nope. I just wanted to ask if you should¡¯ve dropped that gun?¡± He asks, drawing his own pistol. He fires at Steiner, and the Nazi falls to the floor dead. He rushes over to Abigail, quickly grabbing the key to the handcuffs off of Steiner¡¯s corpse. ¡°Holy shit, are you okay?¡± He asks her. Abigail glares at him. ¡°The fuck do you think!?¡± She shouts in his face, covering her chest with her arms. Kane frowns. ¡°Sorry, I figured¡­¡± He says, tossing Rev the pistol. Rev quickly hands her his overcoat, and Abigail swiftly puts it on to cover herself. ¡°You wanna talk about it?¡± He asks, handing Abigail the gun Kane gave him. She checks the ammo and sighs. ¡°No. Don¡¯t mention this to Lucy either. It¡¯s¡­ something she doesn¡¯t need to worry about.¡± She says. Rev nods, and Kane peeks out into the hallway. ¡°Uh, guys? We got trouble!¡± He exclaims, firing at a group of Nazis running down the hallway. Abigail quickly grabs the vial of black liquid, stuffing it inside Rev¡¯s coat. The three swiftly escape the zeppelin out of one of the windows in the weapons lab, climbing out onto the roof of the Empire State.


    Azrael enters the weapons lab, inspecting the empty cylinder in the middle of the room. A pair of golden eyes peeks out at her from the darkness. ¡°Anything to report?¡± Eris asks. Azrael nods. ¡°Yes. A Demon is working with Abigail Bright and her group. Steiner is dead, but still unaware of her manipulation. Permission to revive her?¡± She asks. Eris nods. ¡°Granted. Keep up the good work, sport.¡± Eris says, vanishing into the darkness. Azrael looks down at Steiner¡¯s body and sighs. ¡°Foolish Human¡­¡± She says, reaching down to touch the dead Nazi. ¡°I¡­ feel wrong about this¡­¡± She whispers sot herself. She sighs. ¡°No matter,¡± Azrael says, her eyes glowing blue as she forces life back into Steiner¡¯s body. She gasps, sitting up. ¡°Thank you, dear Engel. Return to your post, we have some filthy thieves in our midst. They¡¯ve stolen your ¡®NRV¡¯, or whatever you called it.¡± She says, standing up. She dusts her uniform off and smiles. ¡°I need to get Abigail. Now.¡± She orders, storming out of the weapons lab. Azrael sighs, shaking her head as she flies out of the broken window.


    Untoter Krieger-


    Occupied New York, 1946-


    Jack, Lucy, Abigail, Kane, Rev, and a wounded Wyatt sit around the meeting table in silence. Wyatt looks down at his wound, slowly scabbing over as the bleeding slows, and sighs. ¡°What the fuck was that shit? That plan went south horribly fast.¡± He says. Kane shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t think so. Yeah, you got your ass kicked by a girl, but we still got that vial of shit for you.¡± He replies. Wyatt perks up. ¡°And you just now thought of bringing that up?¡± He asks. Kane shrugs. ¡°Technically, Abigail has it, but I didn¡¯t want to steal her thunder.¡± He says smugly. Abigail slugs him in the arm with her cybernetic one, and Kane yelps in pain. Lucy chuckles at this, and Wyatt stands up. ¡°Okay¡­ Rev. With me. Jack, Abigail, and Kane, you two head off to Texas.¡± He orders. Jack groans, and Kane shrugs. ¡°Whatever, Sir.¡± He says, saluting sarcastically. Abigail stands up. ¡°No. Not until you at least tell us why.¡± She demands. Wyatt looks her in the eyes. ¡°Because you¡¯re the strongest three. I need Rev with me to research this virus, and Lucy needs to be here in case something like that Angel attacks us again.¡± He explains. Kane smirks, tossing the vial over to Rev, who barely catches it as he fumbles around to get a grip on the glass. Abigail sighs. ¡°Fine. We¡¯re heading out.¡± She says, leading Kane and a reluctant Jack out of the bunker. Wyatt leads Rev and Lucy down the corridor, eventually arriving at a large, empty gymnasium. ¡°Where the fuck are we?¡± Lucy asks. Wyatt sighs. ¡°This was my old high school. Before I enlisted to help fight those bastards.¡± He says. Rev looks around. ¡°How old were you when you enlisted?¡± He asks. Wyatt looks over at him sadly, a look of remorse in his eyes. ¡°Too young. I enlisted when I was only sixteen. I lied about my age to fight the good fight.¡± He says. Rev sighs. ¡°I was nineteen when I enlisted in 2008. Our timeline. I wanted to fight those bastard who attacked America.¡± He says. Wyatt sighs in defeat. ¡°Even after we defeat the greatest evil the Earth¡¯s known, the fighting isn¡¯t over?¡± He asks. Lucy nods. ¡°The good fight never ends. That¡¯s why we¡¯re here, helping you. We¡¯ll never win the war, but we can still fight and win the battles.¡± She adds. Wyatt nods. ¡°I like that. I saw the writing on the wall for America in ¡®33. When Germany started changing¡­ morphing under Hitler¡¯s reign. Steiner was right there by his side, the bitch. I¡­ want to rest.¡± He says sadly. Rev nods. ¡°I know, I ache with the same pain. Wanting to serve the country you love, only for it to spiral out of control quicker than you can prepare for.¡± He says solemnly. Wyatt smiles. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, I¡¯ll either save the world or die trying. Let¡¯s test out this black shit.¡± He says, walking towards the gym¡¯s storage area. He opens the door, revealing a Nazi commander tied up and gagged. ¡°Woah, what the fuck!?¡± Lucy shouts, her voice echoing around the room. Wyatt raises his hands. ¡°Easy now, relax. This isn¡¯t one of those cases where I¡¯m just as bad as them. Let me explain who this scumbag is.¡± He says. Lucy calms down slightly, and Rev tightens his grip on the vial. Wyatt looks down at the officer and scowls at him. ¡°This fuckface is the man responsible for invading America. Steiner¡¯s right-hand man, Commandant Heinrich Winkler.¡± He says. Lucy looks down at the German, who¡¯s more angry than scared. Rev sighs. ¡°Fine. Here.¡± He says, walking over to Wyatt. He hands the vial to the General. Wyatt eagerly opens the vial, removing the Nazi¡¯s gag. ¡°FUCK YOU! American PIG!¡± Heinrich screams, and Wyatt sighs. ¡°Be a good boy and take¡­ your¡­ MEDICENE!¡± He shouts, forcing the liquid down Heinrich¡¯s throat. After a short while, Heinrich starts to choke and gag. Wyatt steps back towards the other two as Heinrich vomits. The color of his puke slowly shifts as more emerges from his mouth. First, it¡¯s normal, then slowly turning red. Finally, it turns black. Heinrich¡¯s veins shoot black from the liquid, and Lucy¡¯s heart sinks. She gets flashbacks to The Spencer Family and their fate. She watches as Heinrich flails around, the virus tearing apart his body. Finally, he goes still. ¡°Is that bastard dead?¡± Wyatt asks, slowly approaching the man. Lucy reaches out, but it¡¯s too late. ¡°Stay away from him, Wyatt¡­ I¡¯ve seen this before¡­¡± She says, but Wyatt dismisses her warning with a wave. As he kneels to inspect the dead Heinrich, the Nazi springs to life. His eyes are a glossy black, and they glow a faint white. He lunges at Wyatt, climbing on top of him. Wyatt holds him away by pushing on his chest, but the Zombified Heinrich is relentless. A gunshot echoes around the gym, and the Zombified Heinrich falls atop Wyatt. The American General throws him off, and Lucy helps him up. Rev stands tall, his revolver smoking. Heinrich bleeds from the wound on his forehead, and Wyatt sighs. ¡°Well. I know what it does now.¡± He says with a chuckle. Lucy shakes her head as Wyatt leads them out of the gym.


    Rebellion-


    Dallas, 1946-


    Abigail, Jack, and Kane race down the empty highways towards Dallas, the city in the heart of Texas growing on the horizon. ¡°So, what¡¯re we looking for?¡± Kane asks. Jack sighs, and Abigail rolls her eyes. ¡°We¡¯re looking for a resistance, remember? Wyatt said one of his old buddies from high school is holed up here with his own small army known as ¡®The Texan Outlaws.¡± She says. Kane shrugs. ¡°I bet we won¡¯t find them ¡®cause they¡¯re all dead.¡± He says matter-of-factly. Jack glances over at Kane, annoyed. ¡°It doesn¡¯t hurt to be optimistic.¡± He argues. Kane shakes his head. ¡°Hope doesn¡¯t win wars.¡± He says. The trio enters the city limits, and the streets of Dallas are unnervingly quiet. Kane chuckles to himself. ¡°Seems as though I was right-¡± He¡¯s cut off by a loud explosion, and a nearby Thule zeppelin bursts in flames. It quickly falls out of the sky, and gunfire erupts across the city. ¡°HOLY SHIT!¡± Jack exclaims as Abigail swerves the truck to avoid incoming debris. Several armed men jump out from behind cover, and Abigail is forced to stop the truck. She raises her hands and slowly turns off the engine. One of the men approaches the truck, opening the door with his other hand, his pistol still aimed directly at Abigail. ¡°Listen, that won¡¯t do anything to me. So we can just talk this out instead of you wasting precious ammo on something that¡¯s impossible to kill.¡± She says bluntly. The man sighs, lowering the pistol. ¡°Stand down! They¡¯re with us!¡± He shouts. The other men lower their rifles, and the man removes his mask. He reaches out a hand, and Abigail clasps it tightly as the two shake. ¡°The name¡¯s Marcus. Nice to finally meet you, Miss Bright.¡± He says, kissing her hand. Abigail laughs. ¡°Guess you¡¯ve heard of me. Nice to meet someone with manners, at least.¡± She says, glaring at Kane over her shoulder. Kane flips her off, and Jack chuckles. Marcus points over at a nearby diner. ¡°That¡¯s our current HQ. Not for much longer, since we a made a fuckton of noise. But you can meet some other soldiers of mine there. Come on, quick.¡± He says, quickly trotting over to the diner. Jack, Kane, and Abigail shrug at each other and follow Marcus to the diner.


    The Order Of The Thule-


    Dallas, 1946-


    Marcus, Abigail, Kane, and Jack enter the diner to find several armed men waiting for them. ¡°At ease, gentlemen. These three are with us.¡± Marcus exclaims, and the men sigh in relief. Jack finds a seat next to Kane in the back of the diner, and Abigail approaches a group of soldiers. ¡°Heya, I¡¯m Doctor Bright, I heard you¡¯re still fighting these Nazi shitbags?¡± She asks. One of the men nods. ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am. Eric and Hansen are tired and constantly whining, but I¡¯m still good to go. Got a lotta stamina, my old coach used to say.¡± He says with a wink. Eric and Hansen laugh, and Abigail smirks while shaking her head. ¡°And what''s your name, handsome?¡± She asks, sitting down next to him. The man blushes. ¡°I¡­ uh¡­ my name¡¯s¡­ Klaus-Kevin. I¡¯m Kevin Macintosh.¡± He says. Red flags sound off in Abigail¡¯s head, and she looks over to Jack and Kane, who both are now asleep. ¡°Fuck, Goddamn it. Where¡¯s the restroom?¡± She asks, looking between the three men. Eric looks confused. ¡°Why? You just got here.¡± He asks. Abigail shrugs. ¡°You know, I forgot what time of the month it was. Please, bathroom?¡± She asks again. Hansen stares her down. ¡°You don¡¯t seem any different. Besides, you aren¡¯t acting like you¡¯re on your cycle.¡± He says. Abigail frowns. ¡°The fuck does that mean?¡± She demands. Hansen shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t know. All I know is that you¡¯re not the only doctor here, Miss Bright.¡± He says, revealing a stethoscope around his neck under his military jacket. Abigail sighs, undoing her belt. ¡°Okay, asshole, you want proof?¡± She asks. She reaches down into her pants and slices a thin line on her thigh with a hidden knife in her pocket. She stands up, showing the boys the blood forming around her inner thighs. ¡°See? You want me to strip and show you where it¡¯s coming from, too!?¡± She asks, annoyed. Hansen shakes his head. ¡°No, I believe you¡­ it¡¯s in the kitchen.¡± He says. Abigail nods and steps out of the booth. She shakes her head as she walks away. ¡°Fucking unreal.¡± She whispers to herself. Upon finding the restroom, she locks herself inside. She climbs on top of the toilet, placing a device in the air vent on the ceiling. She reaches into her back pocket and opens her phone, dialing Lucy¡¯s number. After a short time of the line ringing, she answers. ¡°How the fuck is our phone working in 1946?¡± Lucy asks. Abigail sighs. ¡°I don¡¯t have much time. I¡¯m compromised, and so is Jack and Kane. You need to convince Wyatt to chase down Steiner and go to Berlin, it¡¯s where I think she¡¯s taking us.¡± Abigail says quickly and quietly. Lucy stays silent for a moment and laughs. ¡°You seriously think I¡¯ll believe that? What¡¯s your real name anyhow? Some German name I can¡¯t pronounce easily?¡± She asks with a chuckle. Abigail sighs. ¡°Just fucking do it. I love you.¡± She says, hanging up. She sighs, flushing the empty toilet and washing her hands. She takes a deep breath, opening the restroom door to find a group of soldiers holding their rifles at her. ¡°Hey, Doctor Bright. Guess we have new orders, you¡¯re coming with us.¡± Marcus says with a grin. Abigail looks over to the door, spotting Kane and Jack tied up and unconscious on the floor. ¡°Let me guess. Marcus is spelled with a ¡®K¡¯ and not a ¡®C¡¯?¡± She asks. Markus nods. ¡°Yeah, Erik and Klaus too.¡± He says. Abigail nods, holding her hands out to be tied up. ¡°Figured as much.¡± She says before Markus knocks her out by slamming his rifle into the side of her head.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Isolation: Abigail-


    Berlin, 1946-


    ¡°Wake the fuck up, American,¡± Steiner demands, throwing a bucket of ice-cold water on Abigail¡¯s face. She opens her eyes, finding Steiner standing before her with another woman. ¡°Tell us where the rest of you are.¡± The German orders. Abigail glares up at her. She starts to laugh, and Steiner slaps her across the face. ¡°Tell me. Now.¡± She demands. Abigail just looks up at her. ¡°I¡¯m not telling you a goddamn thing, you fucking bitch.¡± She says. Steiner growls in frustration, slamming her fist against Abigail¡¯s face. She grabs her head by the chin, forcing Abigail to look up at her. ¡°Listen here, you ungrateful little piece of shit. I own you right now. You¡¯re locked in here with me, and if you ever even want to think about feeling sunlight again you¡¯re going to fucking answer my questions.¡± Steiner says in an aggressive whisper. Abigail suddenly feels a pang of fear when she looks into Steiner¡¯s eyes. ¡°It¡¯s you. The same one from before¡­ when I got my-¡± ¡°Amulet.¡± Steiner finishes. She reaches down, sticking her fingers between Abigail¡¯s cleavage to retrieve the amulet. The purple gem glistens in the dull light. ¡°There it is. Azrael, leave us for a moment. I must acquire this amulet alone. Go deal with the other one¡­ the non-Aryan.¡± Steiner orders. Azrael nods, looking sadly into Abigail¡¯s eyes. She sighs, and Azrael leaves the room. Abigail looks back at Steiner. ¡°Why? Why come here?¡± She asks. Steiner sighs. ¡°I realized your world was¡­ impossible to conquer. No point in fighting when you¡¯re working with America.¡± She says. Abigail scoffs. ¡°It wasn¡¯t too hard to destroy, some preacher who went psycho managed to destroy America. I managed to weaken Russia, and Great Britain was destroyed afterward as well.¡± She says. Steiner laughs. ¡°God, you¡¯re so fucking hot when you sound like a villain.¡± She says, kneeling down to look Abigail in the eyes. She glares back at Steiner. ¡°Sounds like your flirting needs some work. I¡¯m not available anyway.¡± She says coldly. Steiner grabs Abigail by the neck, forcing her close. ¡°I¡¯m not flirting, and I¡¯m not asking.¡± She says, using her other hand to rip Abigail¡¯s shirt off. Azrael listens in from the hallway, and sighs deeply. ¡°I have made a mistake. I do not belong here.¡± She says to herself quietly as she heads off towards Jack¡¯s cell.


    Alone: Jack-


    Berlin, 1946-


    Azrael opens the cell door to find Jack in the fetal position. ¡°Hello,¡± Azrael says. Jack looks up at her and frowns. ¡°Go away, Angel.¡± He says. Azrael sighs, closing the door behind her. She looks up at the door behind her, closing the window from the inside. She sits down across from him, looking him in the eyes. ¡°I am sorry for attacking you.¡± She says. Jack looks up slowly, his eyes cautiously trained on Azrael. ¡°You¡¯re¡­ sorry?¡± He asks. Azrael nods. ¡°Yes. I am.¡± She answers. Jack stretches his legs out, sitting up. ¡°Why?¡± He asks. Azrael looks away sadly. ¡°I am¡­ on the wrong side.¡± She says bluntly. Jack leans forward, his eyes gazing into her own. ¡°I need help, Azrael.¡± He blurts out. Azrael looks confused. ¡°You are asking¡­ me? I am your enemy.¡± She says. Jack looks around, shaking his head. ¡°No no¡­ you said you¡¯re on the wrong side. I get it. I have this¡­ other voice in my head. Something bad, telling me to do bad things. I need help, and maybe someone divine like you could help me. Please¡­¡± He begs. Azrael takes a deep breath, holding out her hand. ¡°Fine. Rest your forehead against my palm and I shall venture into your mind.¡± She says. Jack enthusiastically leans forward, pushing his head into Azrael¡¯s hand. Azrael closes her eyes and quickly gasps in shock. She jumps back, falling on her ass. ¡°W-What the fuck is in there? Who did you talk to?¡± She asks, fear dripping from her voice. Jack looks scared. ¡°W-What the fuck do you mean!? I didn¡¯t talk to anyone! It just showed up!¡± He argues. Azrael jumps to her feet and quickly unlocks the cell. ¡°You need to see some serious help, Jack. What is in your head is something unholy. Something I can not deal with alone. I am sorry.¡± She says quickly, forcing the cell door open. ¡°NO! WAIT!¡± Jack calls out. Azrael quickly slams the door on his voice. ¡°PLEASE HELP ME! PLEASE!¡± Jack cries out behind the steel door. Azrael shakes her head and walks towards the final cell door.


    Freedom: Kane-


    Berlin, 1946-


    Kane sits quietly in his cell, glaring at the door. It opens suddenly, and Azrael walks in. ¡°Hello, beautiful,¡± Kane says, sitting up the moment he sees her. Azrael blushes. ¡°What?¡± She asks, closing the door. Kane smiles. ¡°It¡¯s something Americans say when we see a pretty lady,¡± Kane answers, standing up. He reaches for Azrael¡¯s hand, but she quickly pulls it away. ¡°I am here to torture you. To get information out of you.¡± She says, looking away. Kane chuckles. ¡°No, you¡¯re not. If you were, you wouldn¡¯t have bothered waiting outside for the guard to walk away. That, and you¡¯ve got no tools.¡± He says smugly. Azrael sighs. ¡°Fine. You are right. I came to talk to you.¡± She says. Kane nods, smiling at her. ¡°That¡¯s what I figured. So, what brings a pretty Nazi like yourself to a rugged American like me?¡± He asks. Azrael¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°Oh! I am not a Nazi! Wait one moment!¡± She exclaims, ripping her jacket off. She removes every piece of her Nazi outfit, and she stands in Kane¡¯s cell completely naked. He¡¯s just staring at her, his jaw agape and his eyes wide. Azrael sighs in relief, kicking the clothes into the corner of the room. ¡°There we go. I am no longer a Nazi.¡± She says smiling. Kane stares at her in awe. ¡°Oh, yes, introductions. I am Azrael.¡± She says. ¡°Yeah, nice to meet you. You¡¯re naked.¡± Kane says. Azrael nods. ¡°Yes, I am. I refuse to wear those clothes while I speak to you.¡± She says. Kane shakes his head. ¡°Yeah, okay. Whatever. What¡¯s up?¡± He asks, looking at the ceiling. Azrael sits down on his bed and pats the spot next to her. Kane looks around, sitting down next to her. ¡°I want to know where the Demon is. I would like to speak with her.¡± She says. Kane frowns. ¡°Liar, this is you getting information out of me.¡± He says, looking away. Azrael sighs. ¡°I do not want to hurt any of your allies, I only wish to help. Steiner has gone too far and has forced herself on Abigail. I want to see her die. Please let me help you.¡± She begs. Kane shakes his head. ¡°No, fuck that. How can I trust you?¡± He asks. Azrael sighs deeply. ¡°Fine. I shall tell you the truth. I am an Angel.¡± She says. Kane laughs. ¡°Yeah, you¡¯re pretty and all, but an Angel is a little self-absorbed, no?¡± He asks. Azrael groans, resting her hand on his own, and suddenly he can see her wings and halo. Azrael smiles softly at him. ¡°There. See? I did not lie to you, so please let me help you.¡± She says. Kane sighs. ¡°Fine. New York, or maybe Boston. I don¡¯t know exactly. But if I learn you harmed anyone, you¡¯re dead. It doesn¡¯t matter if you¡¯re an Angel, or if I¡¯m cast down to Hell for it, you¡¯re dead.¡± He threatens. Azrael nods, grabbing her clothes. ¡°I know. I will see you later, Kane.¡± She says as she gets dressed. She opens the door to find Steiner waiting for her. The Nai laughs. ¡°Ah, you had the same tactic I did? Did he give it all up when he realized he was fucking something Divine?¡± She asks. Azrael swallows her rage and smiles. ¡°Of course. He said that the Demon and Abigail¡¯s friends are in California or Nevada. Somewhere in the West.¡± She says. Steiner smiles, nodding. ¡°Good girl.¡± She says, walking away. Azrael watches her walk, her urge to flee greater than ever. As she heads for the exit, she secretly releases the locks on the cell doors.


    Airborne-


    Occupied Boston, 1946-


    ¡°Heya, Wyatt? Got a minute to talk?¡± Lucy asks. Wyatt stops, slowly placing the large box of ammunition on the ground before him. He turns to face the Demon and smiles. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± He asks. Lucy looks around worriedly. ¡°I think something happened to Abigail when she met up with those guys in Dallas¡­ She sent me a radio message saying she was compromised and needs us to go to Berlin to rescue her.¡± She says. Wyatt shakes his head. ¡°No can do, she¡¯s on her own sadly. This plane is heading for Las Vegas. Some rumors of American soldiers still fighting the war are circulating and I need to help them any way I can.¡± He says. Rev approaches, waving his hand slightly. ¡°Sir, if I may interrupt, you said the Outlaws were in Houston, right?¡± He asks. Wyatt nods. ¡°What of it?¡± He asks. Lucy looks up in shock. ¡°They met up with them in Dallas, not Houston. If the Thule get their hands on that amulet, this war¡¯s over!¡± Lucy exclaims. Wyatt¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°Fuck! You¡¯re right! We gotta go!¡± he exclaims, rushing towards the plane. Rev and Lucy follow closely, but a loud bang from behind them stops them in their tracks. Wyatt and Lucy turn around to face the new threat, and Rev climbs inside the plane to start the engines. Standing in a cloud of smoke is the Angel that defeated both Lucy and Wyatt in battle before.


    Divine Warning-


    Occupied Boston, 1946-


    ¡°Wait. I do not mean to cause harm or initiate a fight. I am here merely to talk.¡± Azrael says as Lucy charges towards her, knife drawn. Wyatt loads his submachine gun and readies to fire at Azrael. She sighs, and her eyes ignite a bright blue. She grabs Lucy¡¯s wrist, squeezing it hard. She yelps in pain as the flesh under Azrael¡¯s hand both burns and twists. She drops her knife, and Wyatt pulls back the primer on his SMG. He opens fire, and Azrael uses one of her wings to shield herself. She gently sets a wounded Lucy on the ground and picks up her knife. Azrael throws it at the SMG, hitting the barrel. Wyatt drops the gun, raising his hands in surrender. The Angel sighs, brushing the dust off of her wing. ¡°Now. If I wanted you both dead, you would be dead. Can we talk now?¡± She asks. The door to the plane bursts open, and Rev stands with an MG42 light machine gun mounted on a tripod. ¡°After this, maybe!¡± He shouts, opening fire. Azrael stands still as the LMG tears apart the boxes and wall behind her. Several bullets pierce her pale skin, and she sighs. She flaps her wings, sending the bullets everywhere. She leaps into the air, flapping her wings again to gain height, and prepares to divebomb. She lunges down at Rev, drawing her sword as she races down towards him. She slams the blade against the MG42, slicing the LMG in half. Rev frowns and slowly stands up. ¡°Alright, I said my piece. What¡¯s up?¡± He asks. Azrael rolls her eyes, sheathing her sword. ¡°Listen to me now. Your friends are in danger, yes, but not as immediate as you are. Steiner plans to release a Thulian God on America, and she says he is buried deep beneath Wolfrun. Go there to fight him or else this whole dimension is in danger.¡± She says. Wyatt shakes his head. ¡°You work with The Thule, how the fuck am I supposed to trust you?¡± He asks. Azrael groans in annoyance. ¡°You Humans and your trust. Just please listen to me. I know I am working for the wrong side, please just listen to me so I can start to do some good. Please. I need to go now.¡± She says, turning around and preparing to take off. Lucy scoffs. ¡°Goody two shoes over here wants to play both sides. What a bitch!¡± She exclaims, and Wyatt laughs. Rev sighs. ¡°Maybe we should at least monitor the situation at Wolfrun?¡± He asks. Lucy laughs. ¡°You seriously trust her?¡± She asks. Rev shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t know, but she didn¡¯t kill any of us, and you seriously think Steiner WOULDN¡¯T release some sort of fucked up God on us?¡± He asks. Wyatt sighs. ¡°Good point. Let¡¯s check out Wolfrun. It¡¯s on the way to Vegas anyway.¡± He says, climbing inside the plane. Rev nods, and Lucy shrugs as she boards the plane. Azrael smiles, knowing she finally did some good.


    Thulian Lies-


    Berlin, 1946-


    The alarm is deafening. Abigail and Kane run down the cell block, stealing the pistols off of two unconscious Thule guards. ¡°Ready?¡± Abigail asks. Kane smirks. ¡°This ain¡¯t my first escape from an evil facility.¡± He responds, pulling back the slide on his pistol. Abigail smiles. ¡°Alright, good. We need to clear the way for Jack, whenever he finds his way out of the maze of prison cells.¡± She says. Kane nods, and the duo kicks open the door to the main lobby of the facility. The elevator to the surface is across the large entrance hall, and several Thule are between them and freedom. Abigail and Kane nod at each other, and they charge out into the lobby. Gunfire erupts from the Thule¡¯s MP40s, and Kane hides behind cover. Abigail tanks the shots and charges at the first row of Thule. She kicks one¡¯s gun away and grabs another Thule by the throat. She squeezes and uses his body as a shield against the MG42 on the balcony above the elevator. Kane searches the nearby Thule corpses and finds a grenade on one of their bodies, and he smiles. He jumps out and throws the grenade, and it lands on the floor next to the MG42 gunner. The balcony explodes, and the last of the Thule begins to retreat while firing at the two. Kane grabs two of the MP40s and opens fire on them, killing the rest of them. He sighs, dropping them, and Abigail cheers. ¡°Woohoo! We did it! JACK!¡± She calls out to the hallway they came from, to no response. ¡°Maybe he already found his way out?¡± Kane asks. Abigail shakes her head. ¡°No way, this is the only elevator leading to the surface, and there¡¯s no way he¡¯s climbing those stairs on his own.¡± She replies. As they stare down the hallway, the elevator dings. They turn around, spotting a figure in the elevator. She spreads her wings wide, and her eyes glow a golden hue. ¡°Fuck, it¡¯s her,¡± Kane says quietly. Eris steps out of the elevator. ¡°You know me?¡± She asks. Kane chuckles. ¡°Yeah, I saw you back in Moscow. You were doing the same thing here, weren¡¯t you? Watching over us while we suffer!?¡± He shouts. Eris shakes her head. ¡°No, I¡¯ve been dealing with more important things. Azrael was meant to watch over you two, but it seems as though she has failed us. Failed The Director.¡± She says coldly. Abigail perks up at the name. ¡°The Director? Steiner working for him too? Like Alex and Adam?¡± She demands. Eris chuckles. ¡°Fuck no, The Director doesn¡¯t deal with scum like Nazis. She¡¯s just a pawn. In fact, her role is coming to a close soon as He awakens.¡± She says, checking her watch. Kane steps forward. ¡°Who?¡± He asks. Eris rolls her glowing gold eyes. ¡°The Mind Breaker, duh. Who else would be a fucking Thulian God? Ridiculous.¡± She says. She stretches her arms behind her head, popping her back and groaning in the process. ¡°Oh well, not I gotta kill you two before The Director kills ME. So, lie down and die already.¡± She says, charging at the two. Kane jumps out of the way, but Abigail is caught by the Angel. She looks into Eris¡¯ eyes and gasps. ¡°You¡¯re no Angel!¡± She exclaims. Eris nods, her eyes glowing. Abigail¡¯s eyes faintly glow gold too, and she relaxes. Eris sets her down. ¡°Knock Kane out and drag him out of here. Unharmed. Pretend you¡¯ve been beaten and barely escaped alive.¡± She orders. Abigail nods. ¡°Yes, Ma¡¯am.¡± She says, her voice monotone and dull. Kane looks confused. ¡°What the fuck?¡± He asks. Eris sighs. ¡°Sorry for the lies, I had to put on a show for The Director. He¡¯s not here anymore, so shows over. Pretend you got hurt. Please? Okay, thanks.¡± She says, vanishing in the dark. Kane looks around confused as Abigail approaches him. ¡°Woah, hey, I can pretend to be knocked out?¡± He bargains, but Abigail kicks him across the face, knocking him out cold.


    Alone And Afraid-


    Berlin, 1946-


    Jack slowly wanders the facility¡¯s corridors alone and afraid, checking every corner for Thule guards hiding. ¡°Hey, buddy, how¡¯s it been?¡± The voice in his head asks. Jack sighs. ¡°Leave me alone.¡± He replies. The voice chuckles. ¡°Look, you¡¯ve been through a lot, but don¡¯t you get it now? Kane and Abigail left you alone down here. You¡¯re on your own, with nobody to help you.¡± It says. Jack sheds a tear, grabbing his hair with his hands. ¡°I¡­ I know. Just leave me alone¡­ please¡­ even an Angel was scared of you¡­¡± He says weakly. The voice makes a strange noise as if intrigued at what Jack said. ¡°An Angel, you say? Hmm. Odd. No matter, I seem to have forgotten something involving what I previously said. Abigail and Kane left you alone down here, abandoned you, and left you for dead. But I am here with you, aren¡¯t I?¡± It asks. Jack sits silent for a moment. ¡°Yeah¡­ you¡¯re right.¡± He answers slowly. The voice moans in appreciation. ¡°Good. Now, check around the corner. I sense someone.¡± It says. Jack peeks around the corner, finding a wounded Thule soldier. He¡¯s grabbing his stomach in pain, and blood pools around his wound. ¡°Look at that, I helped you more than Abigail and Kane did. Aren¡¯t I amazing?¡± The voice asks. Jack nods. The soldier looks up. ¡°Hallo! Ich brauche Hilfe!¡± He says in German. Jack shakes his head. ¡°Uh, I don¡¯t speak German¡­ uh¡­ Ich spreche¡­ Amerikanisch?¡± He replies. The soldier looks around frantically. ¡°American! Is fine enough. Pressure on wound, please?¡± He asks in broken English. Jack looks down at the wound, the sight of blood activating something deep in his soul. ¡°I uh¡­ can try¡­¡± He says, kneeling next to the Nazi. He presses on the wound, and the soldier reaches for a medkit. ¡°Tear him apart, Jack.¡± The voice says. Jack denies it, shaking his head slowly. The German finds gauze inside the medkit and reaches down to start applying it to his wound. ¡°Ah, Vielen Dank, American¡­¡± He says. Jack looks down at the wound, releasing his hand from it. The blood begins to pour again, and Jack starts to smile. ¡°Tear him apart, Jack.¡± The voice demands again. ¡°No¡­ no no NO! I¡¯m not doing it!¡± Jack shouts., slamming his head with his right fist. The blood from the German gets on his face, and the warmth is overwhelming. ¡°Tear him apart, Jack. Now.¡± The voice demands for a final time. The German is looking up at him in fear. ¡°Was ist los mit dir!?¡± He asks in shock, and Jack plunges his fingers deep inside the Nazi¡¯s wound. He screams in pain, and Jack violently begins tearing his stomach out from inside. The flesh rips, and blood sprays all over the wall. The German¡¯s screams slowly die out, and all that¡¯s left is the sound of flesh ripping and blood oozing. Jack falls back, away from the Thule¡¯s corpse. The mangled pile of remains stops twitching, and Jack starts crying. He covers his face with his bloody hands. He sobs uncontrollably and starts rocking back and forth. He screams as loud as he can, his cries bouncing around the halls. ¡°Good job, Jack. Now let¡¯s get out of here, right?¡± The voice asks. Jack¡¯s scream turns to maniacal laughter as his mind seems to slip through his bloody fingers.


    Friendly Fire-


    Occupied American Skies, 1946-


    ¡°Hello, Azrael.¡± The Director says aloud. Azrael instantly stops flying, turning to face him directly. ¡°Hello, Director. I was just on my way-¡± He cuts her off by clearing his throat. ¡°I know where you were going, dear Azrael.¡± He says. He walks towards her as if standing on nothing. ¡°You were off to betray me yet again.¡± He says coldly. Azrael¡¯s eyes widen and her pupils shrink. ¡°What? No! You know I would never¡­¡± She trails off as he smiles. ¡°You warned Lucy and Rev of Steiner¡¯s plan. You freed Abigail, Rev, and Kane. You¡¯ve been reluctant to obey Steiner¡¯s orders.¡± He says, holding Azrael¡¯s head in his hand, his palm resting on her cheek. ¡°This cannot stand.¡± He says, his hand gripping her face. He forces her to be still as he throws a punch at her stomach, sending her flying. She recollects herself, drawing her blade to defend herself. ¡°You do not need to do this.¡± She warns. The Director laughs, opening several portals around her. ¡°Oh yes, I do.¡± He says, opening a portal behind him. He snickers mischievously as he backs into it, vanishing inside the blue rift. Azrael looks between all of the portals nervously. He could appear out of any one of them. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She listens to the sounds of the portals, the sounds of flames engulfing life itself. One portal sounds different, similar to an object in the way of an echo. She quickly turns to face that portal, her sword ready to pierce The Director. He flies out of the portal ready to kill, and Azrael stabs her sword through his hand. ¡°OW! You little fucking BITCH!¡± He shouts, grabbing her by the overcoat. ¡°Oh, no. This is gonna hurt and you¡¯re gonna TAKE IT!¡± He shouts, punching her in the face. Blood pours from her nose, and she smiles. ¡°Fuck you. You are nothing but a false God. An imposter.¡± She says. She rips her overcoat and shirt off, revealing her bare skin to get away. The Director grunts, throwing the torn Nazi outfit down into a rift. ¡°Fine. Bare yourself all you want, you can¡¯t beat me like that anyway.¡± He says. She takes a deep breath and charges at him, her blade hitting his arm. He laughs, and grabs the small sword with his other hand, breaking the dagger in two. Azrael drops it in shock, the broken dagger quickly falling into the ocean. Azrael looks up at him to try and block his attack, but it¡¯s already too late. By the time she notices his approach, he already has his hand around her neck. ¡°Director¡­ do not do this¡­ Michael will have your head¡­¡± She says between rough gasps. The Director laughs. ¡°I don¡¯t give a fuck, man. I¡¯m your boss, and he gave you up. Your own Savior abandoned you with ME!¡± He says, raising her higher into the air. He stares at her large breasts, and she tries a last attempt. ¡°You like them? You can do whatever you would like to them if you let me go.¡± She says in a seductive whisper. The Director smirks. ¡°They are some nice big naturals. Double D? Lovely.¡± He says, looking up into her eyes. He gently removes his hand from around her throat, and she backs away slowly. He smiles, grabbing onto her wing as it flaps. He pulls on it, lifting her into the air. ¡°I don¡¯t need anything from you, Azrael! I can conjure up my own fucking homunculus if I really need to!¡± He shouts, bodyslamming her into the ocean below. The surface of the water feels more solid than concrete, and Azrael is gasping for air as she floats. The Director lands on the water, walking towards her. ¡°You forget, dear Angel, that I am capable of so much more than you. Michael gave me complete control of reality. Now, back in your cage, little pigeon!¡± He exclaims, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her into a blue portal back to The Institute.


    Trouble On The Homefront-


    Wolfrun, 1946-


    Wyatt, Lucy, and Rev quickly land the plane in Wolfrun, Colorado, to find The Thule excavating outside of the town. ¡°What the fuck is this?¡± Wyatt asks. Rev spins the cylinder on his revolver and slams it shut by flicking the gun to the side. ¡°This is them searching for a Thulian God. Whatever they¡¯ll find most definitely WON¡¯T be what they¡¯re looking for.¡± He says. Lucy nods. ¡°Agreed. We need to stop these fools, now. Wyatt, we specialize in dealing with threats like this. You just stick surface level and get civilians out of here!¡± She exclaims, jumping out of the plane. Rev follows closely, and Wyatt nods. ¡°Yes, Ma¡¯am!¡± He exclaims, grabbing his rifle and running into town.


    Wyatt rushes down the streets of Wolfrun, the ancient city still gorgeous to look at, even covered in Nazi banners. He looks around frantically, spotting the church in the center of town. ¡°Bingo.¡± He says, heading for it. On the way, he comes across a Nazi Commandant bearing the Thule¡¯s emblem. He crouches behind some debris, aiming his rifle at her. ¡°Commandant Steele, the device is complete.¡± One of the regular soldiers says with a heavy German accent. She smiles. ¡°Good. Let¡¯s try it out on these pathetic ghouls.¡± She says, her voice distinctly midwestern. Wyatt frowns at her. ¡°Fucking traitor, I should cap you right here, right fucking now.¡± He says, reaching to unlock the rifle¡¯s safety. He stops. ¡°No. I can do something even worse.¡± He whispers, rushing past them and continuing towards the tower. After a quick jog dodging Thule trucks and guards, he reaches the church. He gently opens the door, finding a man inside. He looks up, his face distorted and his eyes red. ¡°Sir, are you alright?¡± He asks, lowering his rifle. The man nods. ¡°Y-Yeah¡­ those damn Nazis took my fucking daughter¡­¡± He says, wiping snot from his nose. Wyatt nods, approaching him. He kneels down before the man resting on his knees. ¡°I-I was praying for her safety¡­¡± He says. Wyatt smiles softly at him. ¡°No need to explain yourself to me, I¡¯m not one of them. Shit, look at me. I¡¯m one of the worst people they could see.¡± He says, gesturing to himself. The man laughs. ¡°Good point, a black American General. Yeah, the Nazis would love to see you hung from a tree.¡± He says. Wyatt chuckles, resting a hand on the man¡¯s shoulder. ¡°I know, they did it to my¡­ my family. Wife and son.¡± He says. The man looks up at him, wiping tears from his eyes. ¡°Oh¡­ I¡¯m sorry. I hope you avenged them¡­¡± He says. Wyatt nods. ¡°I¡¯m working on it. Hey, think you could do me a favor?¡± He asks. The man nods. ¡°I need you to run to the top of the church¡¯s bell tower and ring it at exactly¡­¡± He checks his watch. ¡°... 16:00 exactly. I¡¯m activating the air raid sirens to force everyone out before the Nazis release some sort of weapon.¡± He says. The man nods, his face turning from sorrow to resolve. ¡°Yes, sir. I¡¯ll do anything to fuck over these German fucks.¡± He says, jumping up. Wyatt pats him on the shoulder. ¡°You¡¯re doing America a great service, Sir. Godspeed.¡± He says as the man turns to run up the stairs. Wyatt sighs, looking around. ¡°Resistance mainframe¡­ resistance m mainframe¡­ the organ!¡± He exclaims to himself, rushing over to the keys before large pipes. He looks at the keys, noticing they have letters written on them. He sighs, closing his eyes. He gasps, hitting the keys marked ¡®B, I, T, U, and S¡¯ and the organ plays a loud melody. ¡°Heh. Born in the United States.¡± He says to himself. Just as the song ends, air raid sirens begin sounding off across the city. The church bell rings loudly as well, and Wyatt smiles. ¡°I just hope people take the hint¡­¡± He mumbles. Suddenly, the ground violently shakes, the tremors seeming unholy in a strange way.


    The Mind Breaker, II-


    Wolfrun, 1946-


    Lucy and Rev rush down the small, cramped dirt tunnels held up only by wooden planks. The earth around them shakes, covering both Lucy and Rev in a thin layer of dirt. They eventually arrive in a massive room, with a stone obelisk in the center. The strange obelisk is a man reaching for the sky, almost as if frozen in time. ¡°Creepy, I feel like I recognize that pose. I can¡¯t remember where¡­¡± Rev says, ducking down as several of the Thule enter the chamber. Some of them carry large sticks of dynamite, and the soldiers place them around the base of the obelisk. Lucy gasps, noticing Steele commanding them. ¡°Isn¡¯t she American?¡± She asks, squinting at the woman. Rev nods, and she turns around. ¡°You two can come out now. I¡¯ve known you have been here since I saw your little black rat running around the city.¡± She says. Lucy and Rev slowly emerge from the tunnel, their hands raised high. Steele smiles. ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re here, though. I get to show you my new toy!¡± She says, clapping her hands. The Thule quickly lights the explosives and runs away, and Steele kneels while covering the back of her head and neck. A massive explosion sends debris flying, and Rev is struck by a small piece of wood. His forehead bleeds, but he stands back up. Lucy watches in horror as the statue starts to twitch, the stone shaking off with every move. Steele smiles widely, laughing as the statue¡¯s hand bursts out of the stone. He flexes his fingers and snaps. Suddenly, the whole statue is gone, and a man remains. He laughs, his voice all too familiar to Lucy and Rev. ¡°HA HAHAHAHA! Welcome, one and all, to the grand return of ME!¡± He shouts, floating into the air. His tattered and torn Division 18 straightjacket is covered in dust and his gas mask still burned onto his face. Lucy looks down at Steele, who¡¯s still laughing. ¡°You fucking IDIOT! Do you know what THAT is!?¡± She asks angrily. Steele turns to face her. ¡°Yes, I do! Steiner said it''s an ancient Thulian God! This is Barbarossa reborn!¡± She shouts. The Mind Breaker laughs at this, slowly raising his hand. He forces Steele up to him, lifting her off of the ground with his powers. ¡°I am no Thulian God. I am Loki, God of Mischief. And I do NOT appreciate being called something I am not!¡± He exclaims, snapping his fingers. Steiner suddenly contorts, strangely twisting her body. She screams in pain and suddenly explodes in a spray of blood and guts. Lucy gasps, and Rev aims his revolver at Loki. The Demi God smiles. ¡°Don¡¯t you dare shoot that thing, Hellwalker. I have no desire to kill you, so don¡¯t give me a reason.¡± He says threateningly. Rev silently lowers the gun. Lucy clears her throat, stepping forward. ¡°What do you plan on doing to us? Trapping us in another reality created to torment us?¡± She asks. Loki chuckles. ¡°No, no, I¡¯ve had my fun with you. I¡¯m going to kill you sometime, but I have some scores to settle first. Mostly, these Thule taking centuries to dig me up. So, on that note, bye-bye!¡± He says, vanishing into thin air. Rev sighs. ¡°Motherfucker¡­ I knew we should have fucking killed him right away. I fucking knew it!¡± He says. Lucy nods. ¡°I agree¡­ damn it.¡± She says, rushing out of the tunnels to reunite with Wyatt.

 S2E7: The Invasion of Purgatory

    ¡ªThe Invasion Of Purgatory¡ª


    -Season 2, Episode 7-


    Within-


    ????, 1946-


    The plane roars across the sky, blowing over the amber waves of grain as it passes. Abigail sits behind the controls with Kane next to her, terrified. ¡°Listen, I know this is a Nazi jet, but please try not to kill us!¡± He exclaims as Abigail spins the plane in the air. She laughs as she performs tricks. ¡°Relax! Only you¡¯ll die!¡± She shouts as she sends the plane into a nosedive. ¡°Holy fuck you¡¯re an asshole!¡± Kane shouts. Abigail laughs, and suddenly the world goes black.


    ¡°Kane? KANE!?¡± Abigail screams out into the darkness. No response. She slowly stands up, looking around the wreckage of the plane. He¡¯s nowhere to be seen. She sighs. ¡°Good, at least he got up. That¡¯s a good start.¡± She says to herself. She walks through the darkness, silently listening for any signs of life. ¡°Hello?¡± A voice asks, and Abigail quickly turns to face it. A young boy stares up at her, his blue eyes meeting her brown eyes. ¡°Hey, what¡¯re you doing here?¡± Abigail asks, cautiously approaching the child. He looks around, his eyes filling with tears. ¡°L-Looking for my mommy and daddy¡­ have you seen them?¡± He asks. Abigail shakes her head. ¡°I haven¡¯t, but I can help you look if you want.¡± She says. The boy nods, reaching up his hand for her to hold. ¡°Okay, you can help me.¡± He says. Abigail grabs his hand with her left arm, and she notices that it¡¯s made of flesh once again. She looks down at it, staring at her palm. ¡°Miss? Are you okay?¡± The boy asks. Abigail nods. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m fine. Don¡¯t worry about it.¡± She says, grabbing his hand. The two walk alone, the darkness surrounding them. After a while, the boy perks up. ¡°Mommy!¡± He shouts, letting go of Abigail¡¯s hand. He rushes towards nothing, falling to his knees as he grabs at an unseen figure. Abigail approaches, looking down at the boy. ¡°Is she there?¡± She asks. The boy nods, his eyes full of tears. ¡°Mommy! Look, this nice lady helped me find you! Come on, Mommy! Wake up!¡± He says, gently shaking the figure. Abigail kneels next to the boy, resting her hand on his shoulder. ¡°Hey, if she¡¯s not waking up, she¡¯s probably just really tired. We should let her sleep, she probably needs it.¡± She says. The boy jumps up. ¡°That¡¯s a good idea! Say, you¡¯re smart!¡± He says, grabbing her hand and dragging her through the darkness again. Abigail sighs as she walks alongside the child, her heart sinking as she realizes what he saw. After another short while, the boy stops. ¡°Daddy?¡± He asks. Abigail looks up, this time spotting the man the child spotted. ¡°Daddy! Mommy is asleep! You should kiss her to wake her up! Like Snow White!¡± The boy says, running over to the man. He just stares down at something, and the boy stops dead in his tracks when he spots it too. Abigail slowly approaches, and she sees it too. A woman with blonde hair, her eyes gouged out, and her throat slit. Blood is pooled around her, and her wrists bruised by a rope. ¡°Mommy?¡± The boy asks, his voice cracking. The man sighs, his breath uneasy. ¡°If you didn¡¯t say that¡­ FUCK! Why did you have to say that!?¡± He screams, kicking the woman¡¯s body. The boy falls back in fear. ¡°Daddy? What happened to Mommy?¡± He asks. The man looks down at the child, his fists clenched together in anger. ¡°You. Ever since she had you, she¡¯s been different. You took her from me! GIVE HER BACK TO ME!¡± He shouts, slamming his fist into the boy¡¯s face. The child falls to the ground, his cries drowning out the man¡¯s shouting and blood pouring from his nose. Abigail roars in anger, lunging between the man and his son, shielding him from the blows. ¡°Get the fuck out of the way, you roadside skank.¡± He says. Abigail jumps up. ¡°No! You can¡¯t blame him for something your wife said!¡± She shouts. The man laughs, cracking his knuckles. ¡°Sure I can. Want to know what she said? She said she loves the fucking bartender more than me! She said she wished that he was his son, not mine! Sammy belongs to ME!¡± The man shouts, throwing a punch at Abigai. She gets hit across the face, but something appears to stop the abusive father. ¡°Dad. Enough.¡± A familiar voice says. A sickening gushing noise surrounds Abigail¡¯s ears, and she looks up to find the child standing before the father, a knife stuck deep into the man¡¯s stomach. ¡°S-Sammy? W-What did you d-do?¡± He asks. Sammy pulls the knife out, his tears covering the large blade. ¡°D-Daddy¡­ I-I¡¯m sorry!¡± He says, collapsing onto his knees as his father falls to the floor, dead. Abigail watches in horror until she jumps at the touch of a warm hand. She looks up to find Kane standing there, his nose bleeding just like the boy¡¯s. ¡°That night, you weren¡¯t there to stop him. He nearly killed me.¡± He says. Abigail stands up, holding Kane¡¯s hand as they watch the boy sob hysterically. Abigail looks at Kane, tears streaming down his face. ¡°The cops said it was postpartum psychosis. She lied to my Father, who snapped after losing all of his money after drunkenly inputting an extra zero on his wager for the football game. Two avoidable events, occurring at the worst time.¡± He says, his voice cracking slightly. He takes a shaky breath, looking over to Abigail. ¡°Why are you here?¡± He asks. Abigail looks confused. ¡°Here? Where the fuck is ¡®Here¡¯?¡± She asks in return. Kane shakes his head. ¡°My trauma. What made me who I am, the hateful bastard I was. Dad claimed a Demon possessed him, so I believed all Demons are bad. No Demon touched the bastard. He was just angry.¡± He says. Kane clears his throat. ¡°When I was younger, I dealt with this abuse every day until college, where I met you. Remember? You stopped that asshole from stealing my bookbag full of random blueprints and other shit. A strong, smart, confident, sexy guardian Angel sent to rescue me from my own pit of despair. It was unfair of me to see you that way, but I couldn¡¯t help it. I fell in love, and you broke my heart. I don¡¯t blame you, at least not knowingly. I¡­ I¡¯m sorry for how I treated you, up until the massive outbreak that killed me. I¡¯m sorry.¡± He says. Abigail nods, and Kane looks into her eyes. ¡°Wake up.¡± He says. Abigail suddenly opens her eyes, flames and embers blowing around her. Kane stares into her eyes, his hands pressing down on her chest. ¡°Come on, wake up! Damn it, Abigail!¡± He shouts as he presses down. She coughs, and Kane leans back. ¡°Thank¡­ Thank God you¡¯re okay¡­ you took too long to wake up, so I got worried¡­ sorry¡­¡± He says, wiping sweat and blood from his forehead. Abigail just stares at him, her eyes empathic and heart shattered. ¡°I¡­ Kane, I didn¡¯t know¡­¡± She says, tripping over her words. Kane looks confused. ¡°What? Sorry? I mean yeah, you wrecked the plane, but whatever¡­¡± He says. Abigail just looks at him. ¡°Your Father¡­¡± She says. Kane¡¯s eyebrows dip into an angry expression. ¡°Don¡¯t fucking mention him.¡± He says, getting up. He holds out his hand to help her up, and she accepts. ¡°Kane¡­¡± Abigail says. Kane shakes his head, ignoring her. ¡°We have a decent hike, so let¡¯s get going. Wolfrun won¡¯t wait.¡± He says. Abigail sighs, following Kane. From a distance, Loki watches and smiles.


    The Final Solution-


    Wolfrun, 1946-


    ¡°Goddamn it, why him!?¡± Lucy shouts over explosions as she runs through the collapsing mineshaft tunnels. Rev, not too far behind, shouts in agreement. ¡°Yeah, why the fuck didn¡¯t Gears kill this fucker!?¡± He asks in return. Lucy shrugs, and the two emerge from the darkness as the tunnel collapses. She sighs, rolling over onto her back. She looks up at the blue sky, and Rev joins her. ¡°So, how fucked do you think we are?¡± He asks. Lucy scoffs. ¡°I think we¡¯re fucking fucked.¡± She answers. Just as she does, an explosion rocks the city of Wolfrun on the horizon. She sighs, jumping up onto her feet. She extends a hand to Rev, helping him up. ¡°Not a moment to rest?¡± She asks. Rev smirks. ¡°Not for the damned.¡± He replies, drawing his pistol. They turn to head for the city but are stopped by a bright, golden light. ¡°I heard you could use some assistance.¡± A voice bellows. Rev raises his revolver, and Lucy draws her shotgun. ¡°We¡¯re fine, who the fuck are you?¡± She calls out in return. A man steps forward, a white labcoat blowing in the wind. His silhouette contrasts the golden light, and he extends a hand for Lucy to shake. Lucy cautiously approaches, and the man¡¯s features become more distinct as she does. He has long, brown hair covering one eye, and a flannel under his overcoat. He has brown eyes, just like Abigail¡¯s, and a purple and gold amulet around his neck. ¡°I¡¯m Jacob. And I think I could offer you some help.¡± He says. Lucy stares at him. It¡¯s almost like Abigail had her gender-swapped, the way he looks almost exactly like her, just male. ¡°I don¡¯t need your help,¡± Lucy says firmly. Jacob shakes his head. ¡°You sure? Your little ¡®Demigod¡¯ problem is destroying my city.¡± He says. Lucy sighs. ¡°Fine. How can you help us?¡± She asks. Jacob smiles and claps his hands. A man appears from the golden light, the bright energy fading as he does. He has large, white wings and white hair. Blue eyes glow white in the iris, and he smiles. ¡°Hello. I am Ezekiel. I can help you stop Loki.¡± He says. Lucy frowns at him, but Rev smiles. ¡°Holy shit, an actual Angel! One that doesn¡¯t want to kill us, I mean!¡± He exclaims, approaching Ezekiel. He examines Ezekiel up and down, from his hair to his feathers. ¡°You know I can feel where your eyes wander, yeah?¡± Ezekiel asks, his face turning red. Rev shrugs. ¡°Relax, I¡¯m not gay, just wondering how these work¡­¡± He says, touching Ezekiel¡¯s wing. The Angel jolts away, his face bright red. ¡°OKAY! Enough of you, wandering hands!¡± He shouts. Rev frowns. ¡°Fine.¡± He says, walking back over to Lucy, who¡¯s just staring at him. He crosses his arms, and Lucy slugs him in the arm. ¡°You finally meet an Angel that doesn¡¯t want you dead and your first thought is to TOUCH HIM!?¡± She shouts. Rev shrugs, and Jacob chuckles. ¡°When you two are done, I have a plan in mind for how we stop this Loki friend of yours.¡± He says, a smile forming on his lips.


    Nazi Zombies-


    Wolfrun, 1946-


    Wyatt approaches the city of Wolfrun, his sights locked on Steiner¡¯s zeppelin. As the city grows closer, his fears begin to swell as the sounds of society within the city are nonexistent. ¡°Fuck, what happened?¡± He asks himself as he runs towards the city limits. He finally enters and finds Wolfrun in complete disarray. ¡°Fuck¡­ FUCK!¡± He shouts as he watches a humanoid figure sink its teeth into a survivor. The Zombie looks up at him and screams, the voice of the beast bloody and wet. Wyatt grabs his pistol and opens fire, and the Zombie charges at him. He lunges at him, and a figure appears to stop it. ¡°YOU! RUN!¡± She shouts, her silver hair blowing in the wind. Wyatt obeys the command instantly, running from the two. He watches over his shoulder as the woman grabs the Zombie by the neck and rips the head and spine out of the body. The undead falls to the ground, dead once again. She turns around to face Wyatt, her eyes glowing gold. ¡°You. Come here.¡± She demands. Wyatt obeys once again, approaching the woman. ¡°Hello. I am Eris, and I was sent here to¡­ you know what? Fuck it. I¡¯m Eris, and I¡¯m here to help you.¡± She says, extending a hand. Wyatt stares at her. ¡°You think I¡¯m gonna trust some random Angel?¡± He asks. Eris smiles. ¡°Oh, darling, I¡¯m no ordinary Angel.¡± She says. Wyatt narrows his eyes. ¡°Prove it.¡± He demands. Eris rolls her eyes and bows her head to focus. Her hair suddenly turns red, and two horns grow from her forehead. Her eyes remain gold, but everything else about her resembles Lucy. ¡°There. You know any Angels that can do this?¡± She asks, using Lucy¡¯s voice. Wyatt shakes his head. ¡°No, Ma¡¯am. I don¡¯t know many Angels to begin with.¡± He says. Eris laughs, morphing back into herself. As she does, a sickening screech echoes around the ruined city. They both turn to face the threat, and an Exquisite Corpse lunges at Eris. ¡°Go! Find Abigail and the others! They can aid you!¡± She shouts as she wrestles the six arms away from her, Wyatt nods, running the other way. Eris struggles a bit more, eventually grabbing hold of a small piece of rebar. ¡°Eat this, you overgrown FUCK!¡± She shouts, jamming the rebar into the Exquisite Corpse¡¯s eye socket, She grabs the monster¡¯s head and forces the rebar out through the other side. The Zombie screams in pain, and Eris jumps into the air. She flaps her wings and swiftly grabs the other end of the rebar with her other hand. She flaps again, putting a foot on the monster¡¯s back, and yanks the metal out through the top of the Exquise Corpse¡¯s skull. The bone fights back, but her Angelic strength overpowers the bone. It rips apart with a sickening crunch, and the beast falls limply. She releases a long sigh of relief, collapsing to her knees. ¡°Fuck my life¡­¡± She pants, wiping the sweat from her forehead. After a moment to breathe, she stands up, heading out into the city to search for Abigail.


    Dial-


    Berlin, 1946-


    Jack walks down the streets of Nazi Berlin, alone. He ventures into a cafe, the scent of coffee luring him in. The woman behind the counter perks up at the chime of the little bell above the door, and she smiles at Jack. ¡°Hallo! Was kann ich f¨¹r Sie machen?¡± She asks. Jack looks around, standing before the front counter. ¡°Uh¡­ I nein Deutsch?¡± He asks. The woman peers at Jack, her eyes scanning him. ¡°Ah! You are American?¡± She asks. Jack nods, slowly reaching for the pistol he stole from the German soldier. ¡°Is okay, Americans are welcome here.¡± The waitress says. She gestures for Jack to sit down, and he slowly does. She hands him a cup of water with a smile. ¡°I am Ella. What are you doing in Nazi Germany?¡± She asks. Jack looks up at her, confused. ¡°Nazi Germany? Isn¡¯t it just Germany for you?¡± He asks. Ella laughs. ¡°If I agreed with Nazis, of course. But I do not. Here, you hungry?¡± She asks, handing him a menu. Jack looks it over and sighs. ¡°I don¡¯t speak German.¡± He says, setting the menu down before him. Ella nods, picking it up. As she walks back behind the counter, the phone begins to ring. She walks over and picks it up. ¡°Hallo?¡± She asks, listening to whoever is on the other end. ¡°Bube? Wer ist Jack?¡± She asks, catching Jack¡¯s attention. She glances over at him and smiles. ¡°Ah, er. Ja, ich gebe ihn dir. Here, it¡¯s for you!¡± She exclaims, handing the phone to Jack. He gets up and cautiously approaches. He grabs the phone, pressing the receiver to his ear. ¡°H-Hello?¡± He asks worriedly. ¡°Ah, Jackie boy! Lovely to finally speak with you. I am The Director, and I¡¯ve been meaning to speak with you.¡± The Director says. Jack looks around the cafe. ¡°Why do you want to talk to me? Who the hell are you?¡± He asks. The Director chuckles. ¡°I¡¯m an observer, simply put. I was watching Abigail and them when I noticed you weren¡¯t there. So I sent my little Angel out to find you. One of them, at least. Not the one you stabbed.¡± He explains. Jack looks back up at Ella, whose face has changed. Her hair is silver, and her eyes a glowing gold. She looks away sadly, and The Director continues. ¡°That¡¯s Eris, she¡¯s an Angel like the one you stabbed. Except she can change her appearance. Sorry I had to trick you, but listen to me. Some Thule are coming to pick you up, and you need to just go with them. They¡¯re going to take you back stateside, just with a catch. Play along. I¡¯ll be watching.¡± The Director says, hanging up as soon as he finishes speaking. Jack looks up at Ella, who is now wearing a black trenchcoat and a black sweater underneath. She looks at Jack, a hint of remorse in her eyes. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Jack,¡± Eris says, vanishing into the shadows. Just then, the door to the cafe is kicked open, and several armed Thule surround Jack instantly. He just raises his hands as one of them slams their gun¡¯s stock into the back of his head.


    Reunion-


    Wolfrun, 1946-


    Abigail and Rev sit before Jacob, who shows them some photos. ¡°I recently learned that our resident Demigod here, Loki, is weak to water. There¡¯s not any actual proof or any tests done, but considering where he goes, he sticks to mainland places like the Midwest. He¡¯s never gone to Europe, or either Canada or Mexico. He sticks here, mostly near warm areas away from water. Plus, whenever rain is falling, he¡¯s gone.¡± Jacob says. Lucy glares up at him. ¡°That¡¯s it? You come to us with a solution, and you give us crackpot theories?¡± She asks. Abigail nods. ¡°Crackpot or not, it¡¯s the best we got.¡± She says. Lucy sighs, standing up. ¡°Yeah, I guess so.¡± She says, walking away. Jacob sighs. ¡°Okay, fine. I read it in a mythology book.¡± He says. Abigail chuckles. ¡°Yeah, fair enough.¡± She adds, following Lucy out of the room. She approaches Lucy, who¡¯s overlooking the city below. ¡°So, there¡¯s a Zombie outbreak apparently. Rumor has it that Wyatt¡¯s been dealing with them.¡± She says, handing Abigail the binoculars. Abigail takes them, peering out into the city. Lucy sighs deeply, looking over at Abigail affectionately. ¡°I¡¯ve missed you.¡± She says, reaching over to touch Abigail¡¯s arm. She reacts instantly by jerking away from Lucy''s touch. The Demon looks upset, glancing away from Abigail. She sighs. ¡°Listen, I¡¯ve missed you too, but¡­¡± She trails off. Lucy looks at her. ¡°What is it?¡± She asks. Abigail looks away. ¡°I¡­ I just don¡¯t want to be touched right now. Steiner¡­ She¡­¡± She trails off again. Lucy nods. ¡°I get it. Sorry, you can touch whenever you¡¯re ready, dear.¡± Lucy replies. Abigail smiles softly. ¡°Thanks. I love you.¡± She says. Lucy nods. ¡°I love you too, dear.¡±


    ¡°Kane! Now!¡± Rev shouts, tossing Kane a detonator. Kane catches it and looks towards the bomb. ¡°Bye Bye, you fucking ugly statue!¡± Kane exclaims, pressing his thumb down on the detonator. The statue of Jacob explodes, and the ruins cover the cavern entrance leading down to Loki¡¯s chambers. As the ground stops shaking, the Zombies quickly swarm the duo. Rev fires his revolver at the horde, barely making a dent. Kane laughs to himself. ¡°God, isn¡¯t this just our luck? Trapped in Wolfrun while fighting Zombies. Just like the good old days.¡± He says sarcastically. Rev chuckles, reloading his gun. ¡°Something like that,¡± he replies. As the swarm grows closer, a spray of bullets erupts from the rooftop of a nearby building. Wyatt stands with an MG42, the barrel smoking. ¡°Heya, boys! Get up here! I got new orders from Abigail!¡± He exclaims, waving them up. Rev and Kane share a glance and rush towards the building¡¯s fire escape. After climbing up, they meet with Wyatt. ¡°Heya boys, so get this: They¡¯re fighting a Demigod, Loki. So, according to Abigail, he¡¯s weak to water. And we just so happen to have explosives near the water tower.¡± Wyatt explains. Kane chuckles. ¡°So we¡¯re going to flood the town?¡± He asks. Rev nods. ¡°Sounds like it. Good, let¡¯s take out this damn Demigod once and for all.¡± He says, grabbing the C4. Kane nods, and Wyatt smiles. ¡°Alright, boys. Let¡¯s get this done!¡±


    The End Of The Thule-


    Wolfrun, 1946-


    While Kane, Rev, and Wyatt work to destroy the water tower, a massive zeppelin arrives over Wolfrun. Abigail looks up at it, and her heart breaks. ¡°Fuck.¡± She says. Lucy looks up at it, her eyes glowing red. ¡°Steiner.¡± She says coldly. Abigail nods. ¡°Let¡¯s go get this bitch.¡± She replies. Jacob emerges from the bunker and sighs. ¡°Son of a bitch, she¡¯s here already?¡± He asks. Lucy nods her head in response. ¡°Yeah, seems so. What¡¯s the plan?¡± She asks. Jacob looks around, scanning the city. ¡°So, if your boys are working on sealing Loki away once again, we should deal with Steiner. EZEKIEL!¡± Jacob calls out. Ezekiel lands next to him. ¡°Yes, Sir?¡± He asks. Jacob looks up at the zeppelin. ¡°Would you mind taking Abigail and Lucy up there? They have a score to settle with Miss Nazi.¡± He asks. Ezekiel nods. ¡°Sure thing, Sir.¡± He says. He rests a hand on Abigail¡¯s shoulder, and Lucy grabs onto Abigail¡¯s arm. ¡°Ready?¡± Ezekiel asks. Abigail nods, and Ezekiel flaps his wings to take off. After a very short flight, the two women are aboard the zeppelin, with Ezekiel nowhere to be found. ¡°W-What the fuck happened?¡± Abigail asks. A low humming sound suddenly breaks the silence, and Steiner laughs. ¡°I snagged you before he took off. My lovely scientists built me a short-range teleporter. Fancy stuff, those guys make.¡± She says, emerging from the shadows. Abigail¡¯s hair stands on end. ¡°Y-You¡­¡± She says, reaching for her gun. Steiner laughs, waving her hand in the air. Several armed Thule emerge from around them, their guns pointed straight at Abigail. ¡°Don¡¯t even try it, dear girl. These bullets are poisonous and will keep the blood still in your body once injected. If I can¡¯t kill you, I¡¯ll keep you unconscious.¡± She says. Steiner smiles sinisterly. ¡°Actually, that''s better. Less resistance this time around.¡± She adds, an evil look in her eye. Abigail¡¯s face turns red, and she glares at her. ¡°Say it to my face. Keep my hands free and I¡¯ll show you a good time.¡± She says through gritted teeth. Steiner smiles and enters the line of fire. She gets in Abigail¡¯s face and grins. ¡°Maybe you¡¯d want that, maybe I¡¯d like that, but I¡¯m afraid you¡¯ll have to turn your little Demoness here into a cuckold for that to happen. Unless you already have?¡± She asks, peering over at Lucy. The Demon¡¯s eyes glow brightly, burning as she stares down Steiner. Steiner approaches Lucy, reaching a hand up to touch the Demon¡¯s face. Lucy shows her fangs and snaps at Steiner¡¯s hand. ¡°Oh! Bad girl!¡± Steiner exclaims, looking over at a Thule soldier. He nods, shooting a tazer at Lucy. Lucy yelps in pain, falling to the floor as the electricity flows through her. Steiner stands over her, looking down at her. ¡°Feeble little Demon. You¡¯re nothing. I¡¯m so much more, and I could please Abigail more than you could. Abigail swiftly turns. ¡°Steiner! Don¡¯t!¡± She shouts. Steiner smiles. ¡°I had her leaking like a faucet. You know whose name she moaned? Guess.¡± She asks, kneeling to look Lucy in the eyes. Lucy glares at her, her eyes igniting a bright red once again. ¡°Mine,¡± Lucy says, grabbing Steiner by the throat. She slowly stands up, lifting Steiner into the air as she gets to her feet. ¡°You raped my girlfriend. The one person I love. You hurt her. You made her feel dirty. Guess what? It¡¯s your turn to get hurt.¡± She says sternly, slamming Steiner down onto the floor. The Thule opens fire, but something stops the bullets from impacting Lucy or Abigail. A giant pair of white wings, and a golden halo. Ezekiel looks between them. ¡°What the fuck are you two doing? Kill her and get the fuck out of here!¡± He shouts, the bullets hitting his wings. Abigail looks at Lucy, and Lucy glares down at Steiner. ¡°Fucking Nazi cunt. Rot in Hell, and I¡¯ll be down to play some more, you stupid bitch.¡± Lucy says coldly, slamming her foot down on Steiner¡¯s skull. Lucy stares down at the dead Nazi and shakes her head. ¡°Good fucking riddance.¡± She says. Abigail stares at her, enraged. ¡°She was MINE! I WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL HER!¡± Abigail shouts. Ezekiel looks between the two and walks away with a sigh. Lucy looks back at Abigail, confusion clouding her face. ¡°What? I thought you wanted her dead¡­¡± She says. Abigail walks over, pushing Lucy aside. She grabs her pistol, firing into Steiner¡¯s dead body repeatedly until the gun clicks. She throws aside the empty pistol and begins stomping down on Steiner¡¯s corpse. Lucy rushes over, grabbing Abigail by the shoulders. ¡°Hey! HEY! Calm down, dear! She¡¯s dead, she¡¯s dead¡­ she¡¯s gone.¡± She says, calming Abigail down. Abigail, however, starts sobbing. She buries her face into Lucy¡¯s shoulder, sniffling and crying as the Demon consoles her. Lucy looks around for a way out and finds the teleporter that Steiner mentioned. ¡°Here, let¡¯s get the hell out of here.¡± She says, walking over to it. Ezekiel notices this and spots the frayed wire. ¡°NO!¡± He shouts, but it¡¯s too late. The machine explodes, enveloping the trio in a bright, white light. The now empty zeppelin erupts into flames, spiraling down towards the city below.


    ¡°Ready!? NOW!¡± Wyatt shouts, and Kane presses the trigger on the detonator. The water tower collapses, and the area is almost instantly flooded. Loki looks up at the duo, mask somehow displaying anger. ¡°You sacks of SHIT!¡± He exclaims, teleporting up to them. He smacks Kane across the face, sending him flying. Kane slams into the wall of the next-door building. Rev grabs a water gun from his bag and sprays Loki with it. He growls in pain and vanishes. Wyatt helps Kane to his feet, and the three men notice the massive zeppelin above them exploding. ¡°Son of a BITCH!¡± Kane shouts as a strange, white light envelops them. Rev looks around, a glimpse of a forest in his view before he¡¯s knocked out.


    Temporal Displacement-


    Denver, 1946-


    Lucy, Abigail, and Ezekiel open their eyes to find a strangely wooded area around them. Abigail sits up, her eyes still red and puffy from crying. ¡°W-What the fuck happened?¡± She asks. Ezekiel gets up, dusting his wings off. ¡°Short-range teleporter blew up, and now we¡¯re somewhere else.¡± He explains. Abigail looks around, spotting Lucy still unconscious nearby. Kane, Rev, and Wyatt join them, a fair distance away from the trio. She looks out towards a craving in the trees. A city stands tall in the distance. ¡°Denver.¡± She says, looking over at Ezekiel. He nods, turning away. ¡°Seems so. I wish you all luck. I must return to Jacob, before¡­¡± He says, shaking his head as he flies away. Abigail looks back at her friends and notices that almost everyone is awake. Only Kane remains asleep, with Rev kicking him in the arm. ¡°Wake the fuck up, we got a Demigod to kill!¡± He exclaims. Kane jolts awake, his eyes wide and sporadic. ¡°No, we don¡¯t! We need to run!¡± Kane exclaims. Rev looks back to see what he¡¯s looking at, and he grabs his gun. ¡°You!¡± He shouts, aiming his revolver. Lucy grabs her shotgun, and Wyatt grabs his SMG. Loki floats above them, visibly bored. ¡°Look, I know you want me dead. You can¡¯t do that. But what I CAN do, is offer you a way out of this predicament. Denver is over that way, but here¡¯s the catch: It¡¯s a Thule hotspot. Considering you just murdered their wonderful leader and the Fuhrer has long since given up on this war, they¡¯ll most likely gun you down without a second thought. So, here¡¯s my proposal. You let me go, and I leave this reality. In turn, I teleport you all a few years in the future so they won¡¯t care much anymore, if at all. Sound good?¡± Loki asks, reaching out his hand. The broken chains dangle, and Abigail meets his gas mask with her own brown eyes. ¡°Fine.¡± She says, shaking his hand. ¡°NO!¡± Lucy exclaims, but it¡¯s too late. A bright green light surrounds them, and they all vanish. Loki sighs, turning away. ¡°Nuh-uh, you come back here, you rapscallion!¡± The Director shouts, grabbing Loki by the back of the neck. He yanks the Demigod through a blue rift, back into The Institute.


    Not The Plan-


    The Institute, 1995-


    ¡°You¡¯re unbelievable.¡± The Director says calmly. Loki stand before his desk, his head hung in shame. The Director stands up, his eyes glowing blue. ¡°Look at me when I speak to you.¡± He demands. Loki looks up, his face grinning underneath the mask. ¡°You can¡¯t stop them. They¡¯ll fucking kill you.¡± Loki says quietly. The Director cocks his head to the side, a twisted smile forming on his lips. ¡°Oh yeah? And what do you think they¡¯ll do to you?¡± He asks, approaching Loki. He grabs the Demigod, dragging him by the neck towards the cell blocks. He passes a dark cell, a pair of blue eyes glowing in the shade. ¡°Heel, girl! Bad! Bad girl!¡± He says, kicking the metal bars. Azrael growls like an animal, and her eyes fizzle out. The Director smirks and throws Loki inside a cell across from her. ¡°Now you sit there until I decide you¡¯re ready for another mission.¡± He says, slamming the door on Loki. He heads back to his office, arriving to find Eris waiting for him. ¡°Oh, Sir!¡± She exclaims. The Director sighs. ¡°Yes, Eris?¡± He asks, sitting down. She hands him a piece of paper with a strange insignia on the page. ¡°Aphrodite and Dionysus want to know if you¡¯re attending her party later this year?¡± She asks. The Director looks up at her, his eyebrows furrowed. ¡°Why the fuck would I go to those sex-crazed psychopath¡¯s party? I haven¡¯t gotten my asshole fucked yet, nor do I ever plan on it. So, no. I¡¯m not going to that quote un quote ¡°party¡±. Not now, not ever.¡± He says, crumpling up the invitation and throwing it away. Eris nods. ¡°Understood, I shall return to them with your answer.¡± She says, turning away. ¡°Wait, don''t bother going. They might drug you. Or worse.¡± He says. Eris stops, shaking her head. ¡°No, they wouldn¡¯t. They enjoy my company.¡± She says. The Director chuckles. ¡°That¡¯s what they said to Sisyphus. Look what they did to him.¡± He adds. Eris turns around completely. ¡°W-What did they do to him?¡± She asks nervously. He smiles back at her. ¡°I can¡¯t tell. Too graphic. But I can act it out for you.¡± He says. He pretends to push a boulder up a hill. He then holds up both hands. His right hand forms a ring, and his left makes a fist. He then shoves the fist inside the ring, and both explode. ¡°Yeah, I was there. It¡¯s why I haven¡¯t gone back. Hell, I think I still find bits of Sisyphus in my hair.¡± He says, shaking his head. Eris nods. ¡°Noted. Thanks for the warning, Sir.¡± She says, leaving.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Voicemail-


    Denver Airport, 1995-


    Jack slowly creeps around the corridor of the newly opened Denver International Airport, his senses on high alert. ¡°Jack, you need to answer the phone.¡± The voice in his head says. Jack ignores it, heading towards the lower level. He spots a guard wearing a bright blue shirt and dark blue pants. ¡°Fuck, it¡¯s a cop.¡± His inner voice says. Jack nods. He slowly creeps towards the officer, and he can almost make out the golden badge. He stops dead in his tracks, the badge now clearly visible. The Thule emblem, with the swastika replaced with the American flag. ¡°They¡¯re American?¡± He asks aloud. The guard turns, grabbing his gun. ¡°Stop! Who the hell are you!?¡± The Thule asks, and Jack lunges at him. He grabs his gun, yanking it out of the guard¡¯s hand. He bludgeons him to death with the handle, the blood getting on his face. Jack stands up, panting. ¡°Good boy, Jack. Now, do you hear it?¡± The voice in his head asks. Jack closes his eyes, and the guard¡¯s phone starts ringing. ¡°Jack, answer the phone.¡± The voice says. Jack, against his better judgment, reaches down to the guard¡¯s pocket. He grabs the radio, looking at the device. It rings like a telephone, confusing him. ¡°I-It¡¯s a radio¡­ h-how? He asks aloud. ¡°Don¡¯t think about it. Just answer the phone, Jack.¡± The voice in his head replies. Jack looks around, searching for any sign of another device capable of making the ringing sound. No luck with his search, as the radio goes silent again. Soon, it begins ringing again. ¡°How? He asks, examining the radio. He holds the radio up to his ear and listens. ¡°ANSWER THE PHONE, JACK!¡± The voice screams. Jack tunes the radio, and a voice starts speaking. ¡°Heya, Jack. Director here, again. I heard you LOVE numbers! Wanna hear my favs? 9, 12, 20-¡± Jack slams the radio into the floor, shattering the device. ¡°Jack, you know you can¡¯t get rid of him that easily.¡± The voice in his head says. Jack grabs his head in agony as the voice laughs. ¡°Now listen here. If you don¡¯t want me finishing that little string of numbers, you¡¯ll do what I say, when I say it. There¡¯s a machine in the basement of this airport. Activate it, and venture through the doorway it opens.¡± The voice says. Jack looks around and nods. ¡°O-Okay¡­ just¡­ leave me as me, please. I don¡¯t wanna turn into¡­ H-him.¡± He pleads, venturing down the nearby stairwell.


    Something Evil Underground-


    Denver Airport, 1995-


    ¡°Move! Now!¡± Abigail whispers, motioning forward. Kane and Lucy enter the dark building, their guns drawn and ready to fire. She glances over her shoulder, Wyatt and Rev following closely behind. They enter the Denver International Airport, the dark halls sprawling out before them. ¡°Jesus Christ¡­ I¡¯ve heard some horror stories about this place¡­¡± Kane whispers. Rev looks over at him. ¡°Shh, don¡¯t spoil it for Wyatt.¡± He replies. Wyatt shrugs. ¡°Ya¡¯ll are fine, I don¡¯t care for spoilers, tell me more about this place. It seems pretty new.¡± He says. Kane sighs. ¡°Fine. Apparently, this place has a lot of¡­ interesting design choices.¡± He starts. Abigail rolls her eyes and groans. ¡°Not this whackjob shit again.¡± She says. Rev shushes her. ¡°Just listen, it¡¯s interesting.¡± He argues. Kane smirks. ¡°Yeah, so there are paintings in here depicting images of the Apocalypse, as well as some New World Order shit. Secret tunnels running to NORAD, even some underground bunkers for the one percent should shit hit the fan.¡± Kane explains. Wyatt stares at him in awe. ¡°People believe this shit?¡± He asks. Kane shrugs. ¡°Hey, we¡¯ve dealt with the unbelievable before. We just fought a Demigod, remember?¡± He asks. Wyatt shrugs. ¡°Fair.¡± He adds. Lucy snorts, bending over to catch her breath. Abigail jumps at this, rushing over to see if she¡¯s okay. ¡°Hey! You good?¡± She asks, helping Lucy recompose herself. Lucy, with tears in her eyes, looks over at Rev. ¡°A-Ask about the fucking statue!¡± She exclaims through laughs. Rev smiles. ¡°Kane, what¡¯s the deal with the Blue Devil?¡± He asks, feeding the rant. Kane smirks devilishly. ¡°The Blue Devil. The statue made in 2008, killed two of the people that worked on it, including the main artist. The eyes glow a deep red at night. Some even link it to the Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse.¡± He says. Abigail shakes her head, and Lucy bursts out laughing. ¡°Listen, man. This whole thing sounds cool and all, but we need to figure out why The Thule teleporter sent us here. How are they connected?¡± Wyatt asks, looking around the lobby. Rev spots an elevator nearby. ¡°Well, probably down in the basement. That¡¯s where I¡¯d do evil shit.¡± He says. Abigail nods. ¡°Good. Let¡¯s head downstairs then.¡± She says, walking over. Kane looks around, smiling. ¡°I can¡¯t believe I¡¯m finally here¡­ awesome.¡± He says, following Abigail.


    Down Below-


    Denver Airport, 1995-


    ¡°Maybe we should split up?¡± Rev asks after a while of creeping around the basement. Abigail nods, and Rev heads off with Lucy while Wyatt remains with Kane and Abigail. Wyatt approaches Abigail, a curious look in his eyes. ¡°So, what¡¯s the deal with you and Jack?¡± He asks. Abigail looks over at him, a strange look in her eye. ¡°What do you mean? He¡¯s gone, simple as.¡± She answers. Wyatt shakes his head. ¡°Lucy said you left him behind before. Just like now. What if he¡¯s trapped somewhere? Being tortured by the Thule for information? What if they¡¯re already on their way? He asks. Abigail glances over at Kane for help, and he sighs. ¡°Wyatt, my man, just leave it. She¡¯s got plenty of shit on her plate as it is, Jack¡¯s a strong boy. He¡¯ll be fine. I know he will.¡± Kane reassures him. Wyatt looks away. ¡°I don¡¯t know, man. Something seems off with him. From what little I interacted with him, he seems like he¡¯s got a lot of demons. I¡­¡± He trails off. Abigail looks back at him. ¡°What?¡± She asks, a look of annoyance in her eyes. Wyatt stiffens his spine, staring down at Abigail. ¡°I never really liked leaders who leave soldiers behind, is all.¡± He says firmly. Kane¡¯s eyes widen, and he backs away. ¡°Easy now, he¡¯s not left behind. He¡¯s most likely taking care of his own shit. Relax.¡± He says. Wyatt exhales deeply and looks down at his rifle. ¡°Fine. Let¡¯s just figure out what these wannabe Nazis have down here.¡± He says, heading forward down a hallway. Kane catches up to Abigail, concern spread across his face. ¡°What was that about?¡± He asks. Abigail shrugs. ¡°Dunno.¡± She answers bluntly, eyes forward. The man shrugs. ¡°Whatever. I did notice that you¡¯ve¡­ become rather relaxed about Jack. Especially since he was your hire, your prodigal son.¡± He says. Abigail snarls a lip and glares at him. ¡°Fuck you, Kane. I worry about everyone on my team. You least of all. If you fucked off, I don¡¯t think anyone would really care. All you do is instigate and pretend you¡¯re some part of our team. You¡¯re not. You¡¯re a tumor that¡¯s gone into remission but won¡¯t vanish. Just fuck off. I don¡¯t love you, I never loved you, and nobody here likes you. Or did you just forget about the whole nuking of London thing? When you destroyed a city over your one-sided love for me? Or when you actively demeaned me for being gay? Or your xenophobic remarks about Lucy?¡± She asks. Kane just stares at her, his eyes wide. ¡°I¡­ W-What?¡± He asks, his words escaping him. Abigail looks him up and down, shakes her head, and turns away. ¡°Just fuck off, Kane.¡± She says. She follows Wyatt down the hallway, leaving Kane alone in the main room, enshrouded in darkness.


    Rev and Lucy explore the dark basement of the Denver Airport in silence. Eventually, Lucy almost falls down a flight of stairs. She shines her flashlight down the stairwell, her spotlight landing on the Thule emblem. The swastika is replaced with the American flag, and the stairs are dusty. A single set of footprints heads downwards, and Rev smirks. ¡°Guess this is a pretty obvious sign to venture down, huh?¡± He asks. Lucy nods. She steps down to the first step, and Rev clears his throat. ¡°Heya, Lucy? Can we chat for a second?¡± He asks. Lucy stops, turning to face him quickly. ¡°Yeah. what¡¯s up, you okay?¡± She asks. Rev nods. ¡°Yeah. Well, maybe. Listen, I¡¯ve been replaying our fight in Hell over and over for a while now. Why didn¡¯t you kill me?¡± He asks. Lucy shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t know. I wanted to, of course. Survival and all that. But it wasn¡¯t really you I was fighting. Something was wrong, right?¡± She asks. Rev nods. ¡°I mean yeah, but you could¡¯ve killed me. Why didn¡¯t you?¡± He asks again. Lucy sighs. ¡°Because you¡¯re my friend, Rev. I love you, and would never want to kill you. Never. Now, that¡¯s not all on your mind, is it?¡± She asks. Rev nods. ¡°When I killed Lucifer, he was in the middle of his sentence. Talking about some puppetmaster. I think he may have been talking about this Director person both Adam and Alex mentioned before they died. I think he¡¯s the master, and we¡¯re pawns.¡± He says. Lucy nods in agreement. Suddenly, a noise echoes up from the lower level. ¡°Hello!?¡± Lucy calls out, her flashlight shining down the stairs. A man peers up at her, his dirty brown hair messy and greasy. ¡°H-Hello? Who are y-you?¡± He asks. The voice is unmistakable. ¡°Jack? JACK! It¡¯s Lucy! Holy shit!¡± She shouts, running down the stairs. Jack rushes up to embrace her, and they share a hug. ¡°Rev! It¡¯s Jack!¡¯ She calls up. Rev quickly rushes down, examining the poor man. His hair is dirty, his clothes torn and worn, and his eyes. Rev has seen the look once before. He slowly reaches out to Lucy, grabbing the back of her shirt¡¯s collar. ¡°Lucy¡­¡± He whispers, gently pulling her away from Jack. Lucy swats his hand away. ¡°Bro, you can just tell me. No need to get handsy.¡± She says, turning to face him. Rev¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°Get away from him!¡± He shouts, grabbing her by the horn and yanking her towards him. Lucy flies into his chest and punches him in the arm. ¡°Listen here, asshole!¡± She says, breaking away from him. She turns to face Jack and her face drops. He wields a knife with several runes carved into the blade. His eyes are fierce as if something is controlling him. Lucy backs up against Rev, and he puts his arm in front of her. ¡°Jack, what happened? We can talk about this.¡± Rev says coldly. He pulls the hammer back on his revolver, the metallic click echoing around the basement. Jack just glares at them. ¡°I¡­ I¡¯m sorry¡­ H-He told me¡­ to k-kill you¡­ I¡­¡± He says, his breath shaky. He turns around, vanishing into the darkness. ¡°...I need to open it for them.¡± He says. Lucy looks up at Rev, who stares into the darkness. ¡°We need to find the others, now.¡± He says.


    Dark Skies-


    Denver Airport, 1995-


    Jack enters the main room beneath the airport. A massive machine rests in the center, and several round parts surround it. The machine is roughly the size of a semi-truck cabin, with round parts adding another six feet around it. ¡°This?¡± Jack asks aloud. The voice in his head chuckles. ¡°Yes, Jack. This is it: The day Humanity ventures into an alternate reality. Activate the machine.¡± It says. Jack sighs, reaching for the power switch. ¡°What do I do?¡± He asks. He looks around, and the voice speaks up. ¡°Turn on the power and press the large, red button. Simple.¡± It replies. Jack flips the switch, and the lights around the basement suddenly switch on. The light is almost blinding, and several alarms start sounding as the machine slowly turns on. Just as he reaches for the button, a voice interrupts him. ¡°Jack! Jack, wait!¡± Lucy shouts, her arm outstretched to stop him. He looks at her in fear. ¡°Lucy, help me!¡± He shouts over the machine. He tries to pull his hand away, but can¡¯t. ¡°Jack! Move your hand!¡± Lucy shouts, slowly moving towards him. The voice laughs. ¡°Yes, Jack. Do as she says. Move your hand down and press the button!¡± It shouts. Lucy¡¯s eyes widened, and her hair stood on end. ¡°W-What the fuck!?¡± She shouts. Jack turns to face her quickly, his eyes filling with tears. ¡°Y-You heard it!? You heard the voice too!?¡± He asks, tears now streaming down his face. Lucy looks at the machine, her eyes scanning the intricate wires. ¡°This¡­ opens something, doesn¡¯t it? What do the Thule want this for?¡± She asks aloud. Jack shakes his head. ¡°I-I don¡¯t know!¡± He answers. Lucy¡¯s eyes narrow at the machine. ¡°I wasn¡¯t asking you.¡± She says bluntly. The voice replies. ¡°You should know, Demon. Angels have long since abandoned it. A realm from before even Hell. The Prison Land. The Inbetween. It goes by many names.¡± It says. Lucy looks at the machine, noticing the room has a strange indentation behind the machine. A massive cylinder stretches beyond sight, and a peculiar humm emits from the device. ¡°Particle accelerator. Opening a rift in the fabric of reality? What could you gain from this? Just quit the damn games and tell me already!¡± Lucy shouts. Rev arrives with the others as she asks this. The machine¡¯s lights glow green, and alarms begin sounding around the airport. ¡°Lucy! Shoot the machine!¡± Abigail shouts. Lucy grabs her gun, but it¡¯s too late. A massive rift opens inside the round machines, and the voice laughs. ¡°Jack! Come on in! We would LOVE to meet our savior!¡± It shouts. Jack looks back at the group and frowns. ¡°I-I¡¯m sorry, guys.¡± He says, jumping into the portal. Wyatt scoffs. ¡°Fuck this, we need to warn the civilians of Denver NOW!¡± He shouts, running up the stairs. Kane and Rev follow him, but Abigail just stares at the rift. Through it, she can see trees. A forest. However, the color¡¯s been drained, leaving the trees looking like they¡¯re from an old film. ¡°Abigail? We need to go.¡± Lucy says, gently putting her hand on Abigail¡¯s shoulder. She jumps at the touch and looks into Lucy¡¯s eyes. ¡°I¡­ I know where that leads¡­¡± She says quietly. Lucy looks back at the rift, slowly growing in size. ¡°Yeah, okay, cool. We need to go!¡± She exclaims. She looks back at Abigail, whose eyes are filled with fear. ¡°I¡­ I¡¯m Icarus¡­ I fucked with things I can¡¯t imagine¡­ now¡­¡± She trails off. Lucy looks into her eyes. ¡°Abigail.¡± She says. The woman suddenly hugs Lucy. ¡°It¡¯s over. Purgatory. It¡¯s fucking Purgatory.¡± She says. Lucy looks back at the massive rift. ¡°Upstairs, NOW!¡± She shouts, pulling Abigail up the stairs after her.


    Code Black-


    The Institute, 1995-


    The Director sits at his desk, his eyes closed as he snores softly. ¡°DIRECTOR!¡± Death screams, forcing The Director¡¯s eyes open. He jumps up, almost falling out of his seat. ¡°W-What!?¡± He asks back, looking around frantically. Suddenly, alarms start blaring across The Institute. The white halls flash a dark red as the shrill sirens screech. ¡°What¡¯s happening!?¡± he shouts, looking over at the screens behind him. Death walks up to it, resting a hand on one of the screens. The Director examines the screen, and he freezes. The screen shows the particle accelerator underneath the Denver Airport, and a strange, black ooze creeping out of the basement. ¡°...Fuck¡­ is that¡­?¡± He asks, his voice shaking. Death nods. ¡°Yeah, it is. Purgatory.¡± She answers. The Director nods. ¡°We need to take care of this, NOW!¡± He shouts. Death nods, and a loud whooshing accompanies her nod. ¡°Michael!¡± Death exclaims. The Director turns around shocked. Michael glares down at him. ¡°You realize you let Purgatory seep into my perfect world? You better fix this. NOW.¡± He says. The Director nods. ¡°Yes, Sir. I¡¯m heading down to take care of it now.¡± He says, trying to walk around the Archangel. Michael grabs him by the neck, pulling him up to look Xander in the eyes. ¡°Alexander Philips. You need to understand. If what resides in Purgatory manages to escape into the real world, the whole fractured multiverse is doomed. I can¡¯t stop them again. Not anymore.¡± He says. Xander looks into Michael¡¯s eyes. The bright golden glow nearly blinded him. ¡°Sir, if you¡¯d let me down, I can go fix it right now. Please.¡± He begs. Michael sneers at him. ¡°Oh yeah? Like how you fixed the North Reach Outbreak? Or how you fixed Russell Adam¡¯s nuclear holocaust? Or dare I mention the Thule¡¯s world war? With how reliable you¡¯ve been, I should just kill you now.¡± Michael says, his hand reaching over his shoulder to grab his sword. He slowly unsheathes it, the thin blade making a sharp sound as it drags alongside the metal scabbard. ¡°Michael. Wait.¡± Death says. Michael raises an eyebrow at her, glancing over to look at the Horseman. ¡°I can guarantee he can fix this. I¡¯ll go too.¡± She says. Michael shrugs and drops Xander to the floor. He sheathes his sword and spreads his wings. ¡°You¡¯re on your final fucking chance, Alexander. Don¡¯t disappoint me.¡± He says, vanishing. Xander looks up at Death, who offers him a hand. ¡°I don¡¯t need help getting up.¡± He says coldly, jumping to his feet. He brushes past Death, and she sighs. ¡°You¡¯re welcome for saving you.¡± She says as she follows him out of the room.


    A Greater Evil-


    Purgatory, 1995-


    Jack walks around the dark woods, his footsteps absent as he ventures through this twisted, messed-up world. ¡°Jack, you¡¯re getting close now. Watch for the lights.¡± The voice in his head says. Jack nods, looking between the trees. Two faint orange lights follow him, and Jack narrows his eyes at them. They blink, and the voice in his head chuckles. ¡°Hello, Jack.¡± It says. The eyes approach slowly, and several white teeth appear underneath them. ¡°Welcome to Purgatory, Little Human.¡± It says. Jack¡¯s eyes widened, and he started to run away from them. ¡°Do not run, Human. Accept the reality you¡¯ve been given.¡± It says. Suddenly, a strange woman appears behind him. Her white hair blows in the wind, and her eyes glow a sickly green. She draws a massive black and red katana, and she smirks. ¡°Leviathan. I haven¡¯t fought one of you in eons.¡± She says. The Leviathan chuckles in the darkness, the orange eyes following the woman as she slowly backs toward Jack. ¡°You! What¡¯s your name?¡± She asks. Jack looks at her, speechless. She groans. ¡°Whatever. I¡¯m Death, and you need to do what I say if you want to survive, understand?¡± She asks. Jack nods. ¡°Yes, Ma¡¯am.¡± He replies. Death smiles. ¡°Good boy. Now, grab a branch or stick or something. You¡¯re going to draw its attention for a split second, okay?¡± She asks. Jack nods. He grabs a branch from a nearby fallen tree and smiles. ¡°Ready.¡± He says. Death nods, vanishing. The Leviathan looks down at Jack and growls. ¡°Jack, what do you think you¡¯re doing? Don¡¯t you know death is inevitable?¡± It asks. Jack nods. ¡°I know she is.¡± He answers with a smirk. Just as he says that Death¡¯s katana shimmers in the darkness, and it falls into the Leviathan¡¯s neck. The orange eyes widen and fizzle out. Jack looks back at Death, who now stands atop the colossal corpse. ¡°Why did you rescue me?¡± He asks. Death chuckles. ¡°Oh, I didn¡¯t do it for you. In fact, given everything you¡¯ve done for that beast, I should kill you now.¡± She replies, pointing her katana at him. Jack laughs. ¡°Oh yeah? What have I done that warrants my execution?¡± He demands. Death sits for a moment. ¡°The RRU Massacre, the murder of several innocent civilians during your escape from Russia, all the deaths you indirectly caused by having Abigail distracted with following you, and the murder of an innocent German soldier a few weeks ago. Those all are little tallies against you, but the biggest one is activating the rift between Earth and Purgatory just a few minutes ago. That¡¯s worthy of execution in my books.¡± Death says, jumping down from the Leviathan¡¯s corpse. She approaches Jack, her sword dragging along the grass. ¡°All of which wasn¡¯t my fault! Abigail allowed me to get captured! She never bothered to save me! She led us to this fucked up world where the Nazis won the war! If anything, she deserves the death sentence, not me!¡± He argues. Death laughs. ¡°Go ahead, absolve yourself of all the blame. You act like she¡¯s the reason your life went to shit. It wasn¡¯t. You were going to get fucked over anyway. Here, let me lay it out for you. You would¡¯ve been police chief at the NRPD, and you would¡¯ve been in that position for years. Until a disgruntled officer would kill an unarmed man, and you¡¯d be forced to resign as an act of apology from the NRPD. You¡¯d drink your life away, drifting further and further from your girlfriend, Liz. She¡¯d wind up cheating on you, and you¡¯d kill her in a fit of drunken rage. You¡¯d then kill yourself out of guilt and fear. None of which would have involved Abigail!¡± Death shouts. Jack¡¯s eyes widen, and he drops to his knees. ¡°I¡­ I was always g-going to get s-screwed over?¡± He asks. Death sighs and puts her sword away. ¡°Get out of here, Jack. Before the rift is closed for good.¡± She orders, vanishing. Jack takes one last look around the black-and-white landscape before heading back towards the rift.


    Close The Rift-


    Denver Airport, 1995-


    ¡°Son of a BITCH! This thing¡¯s scary as fuck!¡± Wyatt exclaims as they arrive outside the Denver Airport. The sky is oozing a strange, black liquid from cracks appearing over the airport, and the clouds around the building are a strange, sickly orange. ¡°What the fuck?¡± Abigail asks, looking up at the sky. The building seems to be leaking this liquid as well, the depths of Purgatory creeping out through the cracks in the walls. ¡°Fuck! Lucy, Kane, and I will try to figure out how to stop this slime! Rev and Wyatt, try to shut down that tower! The rift seems to be emitting from the traffic control tower!¡± She shouts. Wyatt nods. ¡°Yes, Ma¡¯am!¡± he shouts, rushing for a large plane. Rev follows him, and the duo encounters Thule as they rush for the hangers. They open fire, and Abigail motions for Lucy and Kane to follow her. They push forward towards the building, and several Thule soldiers open fire in return. ¡°PUSH ON!¡± Abigail shouts as bullets whizz overhead. Kane nods, jumping out from cover to open fire on the Neo Nazis. Several of the enemies fall to the floor dead, and this allows Abigail and Rev to rush onwards. They reach the main door, sludge slowly oozing out from the cracks below. ¡°This is disgusting¡­ fuck this!¡± Lucy exclaims, gagging as the smell of the slime reaches his nose. Abigail scowls down at the black ooze, and gags. ¡°Death. The smell of decay. Wherever this shit is leaking from is probably worse than Hell itself¡­¡± She replies, kicking down the door. The inside of the airport is almost akin to an alternate reality. Strange, black tendrils line the floor, and strange sounds echo around the halls. ¡°What in the fucking hell?¡± Abigail asks as they venture inside the building. Kane quickly rushes inside, closing the door behind him. Lucy yelps in fear, and Abigail groans. ¡°Jesus, you¡¯re a fucking Demon from Hell, and you¡¯re scared of a door slamming?¡± She asks. Lucy shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t know, man. Loud noises with no warning are scary¡­¡± She replies sheepishly. Kane smiles. ¡°Sorry.¡± He says, reloading his assault rifle. The trio begins to explore the halls of this corrupt airport. They venture back down to the depths, eventually stumbling upon the ruined remains of the particle accelerator. ¡°This fucking machine,¡± Lucy says spitefully, approaching the control panel for the device. Abigail and Kane approach where the rift was formed, and find a torn jacket lying beneath the burnt floor. The North Reach Police Department emblem is stitched onto the sleeve, and the burns on the fabric are still warm. ¡°Thank fuck, he¡¯s still alive¡­¡± Abigail says with a sigh of relief. Lucy taps on the keyboard, and suddenly, the particle accelerator activates again. The tendrils quickly slither back into the rift, and the portal closes. ¡°That was¡­ easy?¡± Lucy asks, looking over her shoulder to Abigail, who shrugs. ¡°I won¡¯t complain. C¡¯mon, let¡¯s see what Rev and Wyatt have done while we saved the world.¡± She says, leading Kane and Lucy up the stairs.


    Sacrifice-


    Denver Airport, 1995-


    Wyatt and Rev rush across the tarmac, several Thule soldiers firing at them as they sprint. ¡°THERE!¡± Rev exclaims, pointing up at the air traffic control tower. Jacob smiles down at them and waves them up. Wyatt growls and Rev nods. ¡°Let¡¯s kill this son of a bitch!¡± Wyatt says. Rev smirks, and the duo rush up the stairs leading to the airport. They eventually begin the climb up the ladders up to the control center. After a few minutes, they arrive in the hallway outside of the main control room. ¡°Ready to shoot this fuckface?¡± Rev asks, handing Wyatt a pistol. Wyatt grins. ¡°Ever since this bastard handed America over to those Nazis.¡± He replies. Rev smiles and kicks the door in. Jacob smiles and raises his hands over his head. ¡°Easy now, gentlemen. Maybe we could strike a deal?¡± He asks. Wyatt grunts and raises his pistol. He shoots Jacob between the eyes, and Doctor Jacob Bright falls to the floor, dead. Rev chuckles. ¡°That was easy enough. Now, how do we shut this thing down?¡± Rev asks, looking at the device Jacob was standing behind. ¡°Now¡­ what? What the fuck?¡± Rev asks, typing away at the computer quickly. Wyatt approaches, his eyebrow raised. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± He asks. Rev shakes his head, slowly backing away from the console. ¡°I-It¡¯s bound to his DNA¡­ no way to stop it¡­¡± He says. Wyatt sighs, walking over to one of the large windows overlooking the tarmac. ¡°I have an idea¡­ Rev, get out of this tower as soon as you hear the siren. Until then, keep the rift OPEN!¡± Wyatt shouts, running towards the exit. Rev nods, watching the energy shift as the rift pulses. Wyatt runs across the airstrip, the voices of his deceased friends echoing in his mind. ¡°You got this, man. I got faith in you.¡± One voice says. He smiles, closing his eyes as he jimmies the door open to a small plane. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, Wyatt. Momma loves you, no matter who or what you grow up to be.¡± A woman¡¯s voice says. He blinks, shedding a tear. He starts the engine, the jets revving to life. Several sirens begin to sound around the airport. Rev perks up, his eyes scanning the area around the control tower. His eyes fall on Wyatt¡¯s jet slowly taking off. ¡°What the fuck¡­¡± He says, quickly running to the exit. Wyatt¡¯s eyes lock onto the tower, the strange arcs of lightning attacking the orange clouds around the airport. ¡°Remember, Son. I don¡¯t think you¡¯ll enjoy the war, but if it¡¯s the goal you aim to reach, I¡¯ll support it, no matter what. I¡¯m not your dad, but I love you all the same Wyatt.¡± A man¡¯s voice says. Wyatt tilts the control stick towards the tower, and he closes his eyes. ¡°Thanks, Coach. I¡¯m going to save this world, or fucking DIE TRYING!¡± He shouts, opening his eyes as he dives towards the tower. Rev exits the airport just in time to watch the small plane impact the tower, exploding in a fiery inferno. ¡°WYATT!¡± Rev shouts, and several footsteps approach him from behind. ¡°W-What the fuck was that!?¡± Lucy shouts over the falling debris. Abigail watches as the clouds dissipate, and Kane looks around. ¡°No more Thule, thank God¡­¡± He says, lowering his gun. Lucy approaches Rev, looking at him in fear. ¡°Rev, what was that?¡± She asks. Rev takes a shaky breath. ¡°Wyatt, saving the world and dying to do it.¡± He says softly. The group looks around as the local police approach the airport, and Rev, Lucy, Kane, and Abigail lower their weapons and surrender to the police to explain the situation.


    The Director-


    The Institute, 1995-


    ¡°You proud of yourself?¡± Eris asks aloud. The Director sighs. ¡°No. That shouldn¡¯t have happened. At all.¡± He says, glaring at a dark corner in his office. Two golden eyes ignite in rage, and Michael emerges from the shadows. ¡°The fuck did you just say to me?¡± He asks, his wings spreading. The Director¡¯s eyes glow blue, and he puffs out his chest. ¡°You¡¯re my boss, and much stronger than me. But you should heed my warning. Close. The. Gateway. Purgatory serves no purpose in this reality, or any of them. Look at how easy it was to open the gateway. Loki did it. Those Nazi assholes did it. Hell, I¡¯m sure I could open the door to Purgatory. Close. It.¡± He says. Michael growls, grabbing The Director by the neck. He lifts him, pulling him close to his face. ¡°I will close it when I feel like it should be closed. Your advice is sound, but in my eyes, you¡¯re disobeying orders and getting in the way of my plan.¡± He says. He throws Xander across the office, and The Director slams into the screens. They shatter, sparks flying around him. Michael approaches him, drawing his blade as he slowly steps towards the wounded Director. ¡°I¡¯ve had enough of you. I¡¯m tired of your shit.¡± He says, raising his blade. ¡°FATHER! NO!¡± Eris shouts, jumping in the way of his blade. Michael stops and lowers his blade. ¡°Eris¡­ I¡­¡± He says, stammering. He vanishes, and Eris turns to face Xander. She offers him a hand, and he reluctantly accepts. ¡°Sir, I¡­ I¡¯m sorry for him.¡± She says. The Director sighs, wiping the blood off of his face. ¡°I¡­ Thanks.¡± He says, brushing some of the glass off of his coat. Eris looks at him, her golden eyes examining every injury on his face. The Director meets her eyes, and he sighs. ¡°Thank you, Eris. I¡­ don¡¯t know how to repay you. He would have killed me.¡± He says. Eris smiles, her face turning red. ¡°You don¡¯t have to.¡± She says, grabbing The Director by the cheeks. She kisses him, and he kisses her back. They sit for a moment, and Eris wraps her wings around his back. He pulls away, and Eris smiles. ¡°I¡­ I wanted to thank you, actually. I finally had a way to stand up to him. You needed me, and I needed you too.¡± She says sheepishly. The Director smiles softly. ¡°We need each other.¡± He says. She nods, and they kiss once again.

 S2E8: The Unmarked Grave

    ¡ªThe Unmarked Grave¡ª


    -Season 2, Episode 8-


    Search And Destroy-


    Elysium, 1998-


    ¡°Are we even sure he¡¯s still alive?¡± Kane asks, bored at the table. Abigail glares at him, her lip snarled in disgust. ¡°We need to try and find him, at least. What kind of leader would I be if I left a man to die?¡± She responds snidly. Kane smirks, glancing over at Rev. ¡°Why, you¡¯d be Doctor Abigail Bright, of course.¡± He answers. Abigail slowly walks over to him, and his face shifts from smugness to fear. ¡°Mind repeating yourself, Samuel?¡± She asks, leaning down to look him in the eyes. Kane glances over at Rev, who smirks at him. ¡°Go on, Doc. Tell her what you told me.¡± He says. Kane looks back into ABigail¡¯s dark brown eyes, a sinister hint of evil within those pupils. ¡°N-Nothing, sorry¡­¡± He says sheepishly. Abigail giggles slightly, standing back up and walking back towards the projector. ¡°Anyway, now that we¡¯re all back on track, we¡¯re going to search for Jack. I believe he should still be somewhere within Denver, but we need to be careful not to attract more attention from The Thule. They already want us dead after the whole Airport fiasco, and I¡¯d rather them NOT get ahold of my amulet.¡± She says. Rev nods. ¡°So who¡¯s going with you? Kane, Lucy, or myself? All three of us?¡± He asks. Abigail glances at Kane. ¡°Kane is. He¡¯s joining me so we can let you deal with trouble around here.¡± She says. Rev nods. ¡°Aye, Captain.¡± He says. He looks around, his eyes falling on another empty chair. ¡°Where¡¯s Lucy?¡± He asks. Abigail sighs. ¡°She said she went to ¡®relieve stress¡¯, and is supposed to be taking a shower. That was over an hour ago¡­ Rev, go check on her. Keep an eye on her. Kane and I are leaving.¡± She commands. Rev sighs. ¡°Yes, Ma¡¯am.¡± He says, getting out of his chair. ¡°Anyway, now that he¡¯s gone, I need to know: Who the fuck are you?¡± She asks, looking into Kane¡¯s eyes from across the room. Kane looks confused. ¡°What?¡± He asks. Abigail walks over to him, revealing a dagger from between her breasts. ¡°You know what this is? This knife was crafted by some of the most ruthless Demons in Hell. It¡¯s capable of wounding even the strongest denizen of the Land of The Damned. Tell me who else is in your skull, or I¡¯ll force him out.¡± She says coldly. Kane looks around while laughing nervously. ¡°W-What are you talking about?¡± He asks. Abigail leans over, grabbing his face with her left hand. The cold metal gives Kane the chills. ¡°Fine. Play it this way.¡± She says, stabbing the dagger into his thigh. Kane cries out in pain, and Abigail covers his mouth with the metallic hand. ¡°Silence. The only thing I want to hear is a name. Who the fuck are you?¡± She demands. Kane¡¯s eyes gloss over, and a strange smokiness covers them. ¡°Who do you think you are, daring to summon ME!?¡± He shouts, his eyes completely black. Abigail smiles. ¡°I¡¯m Abigail Bright, and I demand to know who you are, and why you¡¯re riding shotgun inside one of my employees?¡± She asks. The man smiles, sighing deeply. ¡°Fine. I am Alastor Morningstar, and you¡¯re about to have a crazy revelation.¡± He says with a smirk.


    The Blood Of A Demon-


    Elysium, 1998-


    Lucy stands in the shower, the warm water running down her body. She looks at herself in the mirror stuck to the sower¡¯s wall. Her eyes seem faded, and the bags under them weigh heavy. She sighs, looking away from the mirror. Her eyes wander to the shelf, the shampoo and conditioner resting beside a razor. She looks down at her body, the scars and bruises from her years of fighting flashing before her eyes. The Spencers torturing civilians. Gears sacrificing himself to stop Loki. Rev running off into the woods firing his revolver. Jack shooting himself in the head. Zombified Abigail lunging at her. She shakes her head, looking away from her wounds. ¡°Stop it¡­¡± She whispers, leaning against the wall. Tears well up in her eyes as she thinks of more of her friends. Frost exiting through a door, never to be seen again. Arthur getting shot in the back. Jack standing before the particle accelerator. Wyatt¡¯s plane hitting the air traffic control tower. ¡°Stop it!¡± She exclaims, sliding down the wall. She curls up under the water, the warm water slowly turning cold. She looks up, and a familiar face is looking back down at her. Green eyes flowing with binary code, and a half-shaven head look down at her. ¡°Heya, Lucy.¡± She says. Her voice sounds distant, almost like the wind. ¡°C-Cass?¡± Lucy asks aloud. Cass nods. ¡°Hi. It¡¯s been a while.¡± She replies. Lucy slowly stands up, but Cass rests a hand on her shoulder. ¡°Don¡¯t. Stay sitting, I need to tell you something.¡± The ARC says. Lucy nods, sitting back down in the lukewarm water. Cass smiles down at her. ¡°You know it¡¯s your fault, right?¡± She asks. Lucy¡¯s heart sinks. ¡°W-What?¡± She asks. Cass smirks. ¡°All of us. Arthur. Jack. Wyatt. Frost. Myself. All of us are your fault. Do you think Abigail would have had to recruit any of them if she hadn¡¯t met you? Be for real, Lucy.¡± Cass says snidely. Lucy just gazes at her. Cass kneels down, her green eyes meeting Lucy¡¯s red. ¡°You know what I think would help your guilt?¡± Cass asks her, the ARC¡¯s voice surprisingly low and serious. Almost threatening. The Demon looks around, covering her ears. ¡°D-Don¡¯t say it, please¡­ P-Please don¡¯t s-say it¡­¡± She begs, her tears mixing with the cold water running down her face. Cass closes her eyes and sighs. They open, and they glow a deep red. ¡°You should join us, honey. It would make me happy. Make ALL of us happy.¡± She replies. Lucy looks around, and the faces of all of her dead friends surround her. ¡°You should join us,¡± Wyatt says, his voice echoing. ¡°Ye should, ¡®tis finally quiet and peaceful,¡± Arthur adds. Lucy looks around at all of them, her eyes overflowing with tears. ¡°I-I¡¯m sorry! Please!¡± She says, the faces glaring down at her. A set of hands rests on her shoulders, and she looks up at the man. ¡°F-Father Adam?¡± She asks. Father Adam smiles softly down at her, and he starts brushing the hair out of Lucy¡¯s face. ¡°Easy now, dear Demon. You should rest now. You¡¯ve earned it. Here.¡± He says, handing Lucy the razor. Lucy looks down at it, her vision fuzzy and sporadic. ¡°Take it, hold it tightly. Think of it as a key. A key to peace. Peace and silence.¡± Father Adam says. Lucy looks up at the apparition. He smiles. ¡°Would a Priest lie to you?¡± He asks. Lucy¡¯s eyes fall back down to the razor. She looks around and finds Cass next to her. The ARC looks at her softly, smiling as she speaks. ¡°Lucy, you¡¯re almost a hundred years old. It¡¯s high time you rest. Take that razor, and slit your wrist. Join us. Join me, please.¡± Cass begs. Lucy looks back down at the razor and presses the blade against her wrist. Cass and Father Adam smile happily as she breaks the skin. Suddenly, a loud pounding distracts her. Cass and Father Adam are gone, and Rev¡¯s voice is muffled by the door. ¡°Lucy? You okay in there?¡± He asks. Lucy remains silent, and she looks over at the door. She can see his boots covering part of the light peeking through the bottom of the door. ¡°Go away¡­ please just go away¡­¡± She whispers. Rev finally sighs, turning around and walking away. Lucy exhales in relief and looks down at her arm. ¡°No¡­ this needs to hurt. I need¡­ I need to feel what they¡­ felt.¡± She says, her eyes glowing. She stands up, looking at herself in the mirror once more. Her eyes seem hollow, the sparkle of life missing. She looks tired, and her face is pale. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t even¡­ look like me¡­ anymore.¡± She says, remembering that scrappy little short-haired Demon who planned to conquer Earth so many years ago. She turns her arm over, and slices at the skin deeply. One large cut across her forearm, and blood spills down her leg. The blood mixes with the water collecting at the base of the shower, and she sighs. She prepares to slice again when the door is suddenly kicked in. Rev stands there, his bootprint right above the lock. ¡°LUCY! NO!¡± He shouts, lunging at her. He wrestles her to the floor, and she stabs him in the back with the razor. Rev grabs her arm and applies pressure to the slit. Lucy¡¯s tears cover his face, and she climbs on top of him. He lies in the pool of her own blood, and she snaps out of it. Her eyes regain their color, and she looks down at him. She drops the razor and climbs off of him. ¡°R-Rev¡­ I¡­¡± She says, her voice cracking as she cowers in the corner of the bathroom. Rev stands up, applying a towel to his wound. He walks over and wraps Lucy¡¯s arm in another towel, and the white fabric is painted red by her blood. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Rev¡­ I don¡¯t¡­¡± She stammers, but he just helps her to her feet in silence. ¡°Rev¡­ I didn¡¯t mean to h-hurt you¡­¡± She says through sniffles. He just hugs her. Tightly. Lucy looks down at his wound, and she hugs him back. She applies pressure to his back, and eventually, the bleeding stops. Rev breaks away slowly, and he looks into her eyes. She stares back into his eyes. She kisses him on the cheek and rests her head on his shoulder. ¡°Thank you, Rev¡­¡± She says softly. He smiles. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it, Lucy. Are you feeling better?¡± He asks. Lucy nods, and he sighs. ¡°Why didn¡¯t Abigail come to find me?¡± She asks slowly, looking up at him. He looks away. ¡°She¡­ She¡¯s busy right now, I¡¯m sorry¡­¡± He answers. Lucy frowns at him. ¡°Tell me the truth, Rev Finnegan.¡± She demands. Rev takes a deep breath. ¡°She went with Kane to look for Jack. She thinks he might be alive, and she pretty much told me to babysit you.¡± He replies. Lucy looks down at the floor. ¡°Hmm.¡± She replies. Rev chuckles. ¡°¡®Hmm¡¯ indeed.¡± He says, and they both giggle.


    Tension-


    Elysium, 1998-


    Lucy and Rev sit in silence at the main table of the HQ, Rev drinking a beer and Lucy sipping on some hot chocolate. A knock echoes around the facility, and Lucy glances nervously at the door. ¡°I got it, you keep relaxing,¡± Rev says, standing up. He slowly heads over towards the front door, his hand resting on the revolver on his hip. He slowly opens it to find a young man and woman standing there. ¡°Hello, is this the current headquarters of Division 18?¡± The man asks. Rev glares at them skeptically. ¡°It is. Who¡¯s asking, exactly?¡± He replies. The man smiles softly. ¡°A friend.¡± He answers. The woman smiles, and a familiar sound hits Rev¡¯s ears. The hammer on a pistol being drawn. ¡°Are you going to let us inside?¡± She asks. Rev growls. ¡°Sure, please come in.¡± He says coldly, opening the door all the way for them. The man barges in, his brown hair covering his forehead. He has a slight goatee and wears what appears to be Vietnam-era military wear. The woman joins him, her blonde hair waving as she walks past. She glares down at Lucy, who glares back up at her. The woman scoffs. ¡°Can¡¯t believe I¡¯m stuck working with one of them¡­¡± She mutters. Lucy jumps up, her eyes glowing red. The man reaches for his gun, but another man¡¯s voice stops him. ¡°My God¡­ it¡¯s you¡­¡± He says. This voice causes Lucy¡¯s ear to twitch. She turns around and finds a familiar face looking back at her. ¡°Holy fuck. Lucy Daemon¡­¡± He says, rushing over to hug her. Lucy gasps, hugging him back. ¡°Richard Frost¡­ I can¡¯t believe you¡¯re alive! How?¡± She asks. Frost smiles. He reaches into his shirt and reveals Harold¡¯s old amulet. ¡°This little thing kept me safe all these years. How have you been?¡± He asks. Lucy remains silent, looking over at Rev. Frost clears his throat. ¡°Ah, where are my manners? I am Doctor Richard Frost, I run a small faction working against the Thule known as The Osiris Project. Leon, Riley, this is the old friend of mine I speak about.¡± He says. Leon lowers his guard, and Riley continues to glare at Lucy. ¡°You never mentioned she¡¯s a filthy brimstone bastard¡­¡± She says with disgust in her voice. Frost frowns at her. ¡°We¡¯re fighting the Nazis, not speaking like them. Check yourself before I do it myself.¡± He demands. Riley sighs. ¡°Fine. I¡¯m sorry. The name¡¯s Riley Thompson, I¡¯m a reporter working with Doctor Frost.¡± She says. Leon approaches Lucy as well, extending a hand. ¡°Leon Chambers, I work as head of the army for Doctor Frost. A pleasure to meet you.¡± He says. Lucy shakes his hand, and Frost smiles. ¡°But enough about me, what¡¯s happening with you? What have you done since we parted ways?¡± He asks. Lucy glances at Rev sadly. ¡°Oh? Is he your boyfriend? Husband?¡± Frost asks. Rev smirks, but Abigail clears her throat. ¡°No, that would be me.¡± She says firmly. Frost turns around, and smiles. ¡°Ah! Doctor Bright! It¡¯s truly an honor to meet you in person!¡± He exclaims, walking over to Abigail. She stops him. ¡°No, you can tell me exactly how you know my girlfriend. Or I can force it out of you.¡± She demands. Lucy steps up next to Frost. ¡°Abigail! Don¡¯t threaten my friend!¡± She says sternly. Abigail glares at her and brushes past them. She rests against the table, and Kane walks in. ¡°Doctor Richard Frost. You told me you had information on Jacob?¡± She asks. Frost nods, and Kane speaks up. ¡°Do you know about a police officer named Jack? Any info at all?¡± He asks. Frost looks over to Riley, and she shakes her head. ¡°No, I¡¯m sorry. I only know about Jacob Bright.¡± He says. Kane sighs, sitting down in a chair. Rev sits next to him, and Lucy just stares at Abigail. ¡°When the fuck did you change?¡± She whispers to herself as she sits down for Frost¡¯s briefing.


    Not Hallucinating-


    Wolfrun, 1998-


    Jack runs down the highway, his hair getting in his face. ¡°Gotta run¡­ gotta get away¡­¡± He pants as he sprints towards the nearby city. He finally stops, falling to his knees. ¡°Please¡­ please go away¡­¡± Jack begs. A woman kneels before him. ¡°C¡¯mon now, Jack. You know you can¡¯t shake me that easily.¡± She says. Jack looks up at her, his eyes red from sleep deprivation. ¡°L-Liz? Is that y-you?¡± He asks. Liz smirks down at him. ¡°Of course it is. Now, how about we go and get even with that fucking Division, huh?¡± She asks, offering him a hand. He smiles weakly. ¡°No thanks, I just¡­ I want to rest.¡± He says. Liz groans. ¡°You won¡¯t rest until they¡¯re all dead. Abigail. Lucy. Rev. All of them. Now, we need to start small. Hit some scientists. That¡¯ll get their attention. Let¡¯s go, Jack.¡± She says. Jack sighs. He slowly gets to his feet and looks up at the city before him. ¡°W-Where is this?¡± He asks. Liz drapes herself over his shoulders, resting her head against his. ¡°Wolfrun, Colorado.¡± She replies in a hushed whisper. He smiles. ¡°Fine. Let¡¯s get to killing.¡± He says with a twisted grin. Liz smiles as well, and he slowly lumbers towards the city.


    Not Alone Anymore-


    Wolfrun, 1998-


    ¡°Detective! Sir, someone¡¯s called in about a breaking and entering!¡± The secretary shouts. Vincent Price opens his office door, his brown hair covering one of his eyes. ¡°And this concerns me how?¡± He asks. The secretary looks over at him. She rummages around for a folder and tosses it towards him. ¡°It follows the same pattern as those Denver murders. For The Ripper.¡± She says. Vincent¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°Oh? Then, I¡¯ll have to take a peek!¡± He says, returning to his office. He closes the door and studies the folder. ¡°The Ripper, huh? Let¡¯s see where you¡¯re at right now¡­¡± He says, opening the envelope inside with a transcription of the 911 call. He slowly reads the transcript, and his eyes narrow as he continues. He suddenly jumps out of his chair and rushes out of the door. He quickly opens his car door and climbs inside, flooring it out of the parking lot. After a quick drive, he arrives at the building the caller gave the address for. He slowly approaches the door, his weapon drawn and flashlight aimed at the doorknob. The door is busted off of its hinges, and the dark lobby of the apartments looms over Vincent. ¡°WPD, show yourself!¡± He calls into the building. A strange, inhuman gurgle answers his call, and he takes a sharp breath. He bursts into the lobby, and his flashlight finds a trail of blood leading up the stairs. ¡°Fuck.¡± He mumbles, slowly climbing the large staircase across from the landlord¡¯s office. He reaches the first floor, and the blood trail takes a sharp right turn. He peeks down the hallway, finding an open door with a dim light shining from the furthest part of the corridor. ¡°Fuck this¡­¡± Vincent says, reaching for his radio. ¡°Dispatch, this is Victor-04. I need backup at 1888 Hemsworth Way, the apartments. Over.¡± He says, lowering the radio. He catches his breath and calms his nerves. He slowly walks down the corridor, his feet slipping in the blood now and then. As he walks, the dimly lit apartment door slowly opens. Vincent looks down at his pistol worriedly and enters. A dull thud bounces inside his skull, and he falls to his knees. He looks up and finds a strange man standing over him. In one hand, a baseball bat. The other, some rope. ¡°W-Who are y-you?¡± Vincent asks. The man shakes his head, kicking him in the side of the head.


    The Real Resistance-


    Elysium, 1998-


    Lucy, Frost, and Abigail sit at the table, Abigail glaring at Frost. She looks down at his amulet, and back into his eyes. ¡°Where¡¯d you get it?¡± She demands. Frost smirks. ¡°Lucy told me you dealt with a guy back in North Reach¡­ blonde hair, blue eyes, psycho? That was Harold Bright. You were able to kill him thanks to me stealing his amulet. So¡­ what I¡¯m trying to say is you¡¯re welcome.¡± He says. Abigail narrows her eyes at him. ¡°So, what? You managed to steal a Bright¡¯s amulet without them noticing?¡± She asks skeptically. Frost nods. ¡°Well, he turned himself into a monster and was so focused on taking down the last of Humanity to care. We froze him in time, the same way Lucy said you dealt with that Mind Breaker freak. With Gears.¡± He says, looking over at Lucy. ¡°Which reminds me. You cannot trust him. Something¡¯s not right with him. He¡¯s not of this world¡­ not like me or you.¡± Frost explains. Abigail scoffs. ¡°You seem to keep forgetting I¡¯m here. I run Division 18, not her. So warn me. I can deal with him.¡± She says, standing up. Frost jumps up. ¡°She¡¯s stronger than you. She¡¯s been through more than you know. Hell, I personally don¡¯t think you¡¯re that special. I¡¯ve met two other Brights when it took me to find you. One of them was Jacob, and the other was a schizophrenic freak. And you¡¯re the least interesting of the four I know.¡± He says coldly. Abigail¡¯s face turns red. ¡°What the fuck did you just say to me?¡± She shouts. Lucy winces at the screams, and Frost instantly picks up on it. ¡°You¡¯re capable of making a Demon cringe in pain. How often do you shout? How often is it directed at her?¡± He demands. Abigail glares down at Lucy and sighs. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t mean to. I never do. It¡¯s just¡­ I have a lot to deal with, and she knows better.¡± She says sadly. Frost frowns at her. ¡°Bullshit. Lucy¡¯s last lover was dealing with a lot as well. She was finding herself, dealing with her previous owner dying, and figuring out what it meant to be Human. And she was a fucking robot. You, a Human by design, have no fucking excuse.¡± He says, storming away. Abigail looks down at her feet and sighs. Lucy slowly stands up, reaching for Abigail¡¯s shoulder. Upon contact, Abigail slaps her hand away. ¡°...okay.¡± Lucy whispers before walking away. Abigail stands alone in the room, until a sudden jolt of static surprises her. She walks over towards Frost¡¯s radio setup, and tunes it. ¡°Dispatch, this is Victor-04. I need backup at 1888 Hemsworth Way, the apartments. Over.¡± It says. Abigail looks up at the map nearby, and Wolfrun catches her eye. ¡°Hemsworth¡­ that¡¯s where he lived¡­¡± She says, looking over at the door. ¡°KANE! We got a lead! Wolfrun, Colorado!¡± She shouts, heading for the front door. She looks back at Lucy¡¯s room and wipes a tear from her eye.


    Dark Passenger-


    Wolfrun, 1998-


    Vincent opens his eyes slowly, a bright light shining in his eyes. ¡°W-Where am I?¡± He asks aloud. A man stands over him, the crazed individual gazing down at him with vacant eyes. ¡°The apartments. I need your help.¡± He says softly. Vincent looks up at him. ¡°S-Sure! What¡¯s your name? I¡¯m Vincent!¡± He replies. The Ripper smiles down at Vincent. ¡°I need your help learning about human anatomy! Coach over there was a fine start, but one body only gets you so far!¡± He exclaims. Vincent looks over to where The Ripper mentioned, and a disturbing sight waits for him. A human has been turned inside out, his arms and legs ripped off and nailed to the wall. He feels vomit rise in his throat, and he looks away swiftly. The Ripper smiles at him. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, man. I¡¯ll take good care of you.¡± He says softly. He walks towards his cart of tools, and Vincent¡¯s heart sinks when he walks back over with a surgical saw. ¡°Now, take a deep breath. This may hurt a bit.¡± He says, pressing the saw against Vincent¡¯s right wrist. Vincent closes his eyes, and a sharp burning sensation explodes from his wrist. He opens one eye to find The Ripper slowly and carefully sawing through his wrist, blood running down both The Ripper and his arm. Vincent tries to scream in pain, but The Ripper shoves a dirty rag in his open mouth. ¡°Can¡¯t have the neighbors here this¡­ that would be awkward.¡± He says with a cheery smile. Vincent¡¯s pain only worsens as the sawing gets louder. Eventually, The Ripper sighs in relief, and the pain in Vincent¡¯s wrist slowly lowers. ¡°F-Fuck¡­¡± He says, looking over at his hand. It rests on the ground below his bleeding wrist, the rope now almost completely red with his blood. ¡°W¡­Why?¡± He asks, looking up at The Ripper. The killer looks down at him, and with a smile, says: ¡°Because the voices in my head told me so!¡± The Ripper then tosses aside the saw and grabs Vincent¡¯s left arm with both hands. ¡°H-Hey¡­ w-what are you¡­¡± But he¡¯s cut off. The Ripper tears his arm out of its socket with one strong pull, and the flesh holding the mangled arm to his torso is shredded with a disgusting tear. Vincent blacks out from the pain, and he goes limp. When he wakes up again, he finds he can¡¯t speak. A disgusting gurgle is produced from his mouth instead, as he quickly finds out his tongue is torn out. He weakly looks up at The Ripper, who¡¯s now covered in Vincent¡¯s blood. The killer smiles down at him and mocks him by pretending he can''t speak. He shakes his head and grabs a railroad spike from his cart. Vincent watches as he places the spike right between his eyes, and grabs a large hammer. ¡°Another one to add to my collection¡­¡± He says, slamming the hammer down on the spike.


    The Snake-


    Elysium, 1998-


    Lucy emerges from her room, only to find Abigail missing. ¡°Where¡¯d she go?¡± She asks Frost, who¡¯s sitting across from her fiddling with his radio. He clears his throat. ¡°Well, I¡¯m assuming she went to Wolfrun to search for your missing friend.¡± Frost replies. Lucy sighs and sits down at the table. Rev and Leon enter the room, with Rev smiling and Leon laughing. Frost perks up at this, and raises an eyebrow. ¡°What¡¯cha guys laughing about?¡± He asks. Leon waves his hand, dismissing the suspicion. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Boss. Rev was telling me about his time in Hell. He¡¯s made some pretty good stories, and they got me so pumped to stop these bad guys!¡± He exclaims. Rev smirks, and Frost sighs. ¡°Just don¡¯t get too headstrong. He¡¯s been to Hell and survived, He¡¯s far stronger than you.¡± He reminds Leon. The young man nods, and turns as Riley enters the room as well. She¡¯s drying off her hair, and her clothes are still partially wet. ¡°Enjoy the shower?¡± Lucy asks. Riley looks down at her, rolls her eyes, and sits down next to the Demon. ¡°Yeah, it was warm.¡± She says coldly. Lucy sighs and stands up. ¡°I¡¯m going for a walk.¡± She announces. Rev looks up at her, and their eyes meet. A look of desperation hits Rev like a brick, and he takes a breath. ¡°I¡¯ll join you. We need to discuss some¡­ stuff.¡± He says. He walks past Frost, but the current man in charge clears his throat to stop him. ¡°Talk about what?¡± He asks. Rev looks over at Lucy, and sighs. ¡°I wasn¡¯t going to tell everyone¡­ but Lucy¡¯s pregnant. With my child.¡± He says sternly. Everyone¡¯s jaw drops, including Lucy. She stares at him in disbelief. Rev continues, much to Lucy¡¯s dismay. ¡°It happened right around the murder of a previous foe. We found ourselves in a spaceship¡¯s restroom together¡­ and Lucy and Abigail had a big fight¡­ one thing led to another, and now we need to discuss what comes next.¡± He says, grabbing Lucy¡¯s hand. Frost shakes his head and chuckles under his breath. ¡°A decent lie, Rev. Come back safe, please.¡± He whispers to the Hellwalker. Rev nods, and he takes a surprised Lucy out of the building. Stolen story; please report.


    After they¡¯re out of earshot of the building, Lucy punches Rev¡¯s arm hard. ¡°Dude! What the FUCK was THAT!?¡± She whispers aggressively. Rev stammers, waving his hands around. ¡°I needed a decent lie¡­ and I thought that would¡­ work?¡± He answers, almost as if asking her. Lucy just stares at him, the shock still plastered on her face. ¡°Frost knows I¡¯m gay!¡± She says. Rev¡¯s face turns red. ¡°O-Oh¡­ that¡¯s what he meant about a l-lie¡­¡± He says sheepishly. A twig snaps nearby, and both Lucy and Rev draw their weapons in response. ¡°Jesus fucking Christ, I could hear you two from almost a mile away!¡± A voice says. Her voice is low, almost threatening. ¡°Who are you? Show yourself!¡± Lucy says firmly. A giggle bounces around them, and two golden eyes ignite in the darkness before them. ¡°Hello, Rev Finnegan. Lucy.¡± She says, the two golden lights slightly dipping in a cordial bow. Lucy narrows her eyes, and they spark up into a bright red. ¡°Show yourself.¡± She demands. Rev pulls back the hammer on his revolver, and the unknown female laughs. ¡°Fine.¡± She says. A tall figure emerges from the darkness, with silver hair messily draped over her shoulders. She wears a black sweater, with a large black trenchcoat over it. Dark grey jeans and black boots complete her outfit, and a golden halo floats above her head. Two large wings are folded neatly behind her back, and a grin adorns her face. ¡°It¡¯s nice to finally meet you.¡± She says. Lucy frowns. ¡°Angel.¡± She says, firing her shotgun at her. The Angel quickly dodges it, rushing at Lucy and grabbing the shotgun from her hands. She tosses it aside and returns to her previous spot. ¡°I don¡¯t want to hurt you, Lucy. Just to speak with you.¡± She says. Lucy looks over at her shotgun and sighs. ¡°Fine. Rev, stand down but be on guard.¡± She orders. Rev nods, lowering his gun. The Angel sighs and looks between them. ¡°I am Eris, and I work for The Dolus Institute.¡± She says. Lucy growls at her, but Eris raises her hands to show peace. ¡°I want to tell you about it. I imagine you want it gone?¡± She asks. Lucy nods silently. Eris continues. ¡°Well, you can only access it if you are approved by The Director himself. I¡¯m offering you an ally within the walls of the impenetrable Institute.¡± She says. ¡°And what¡¯s the catch?¡± Lucy asks immediately. Eris nods. ¡°I¡¯m sure you think there is one, and there definitely is, but it¡¯s not much. I need you to kill that bastard when the time comes. Don¡¯t fuck it up. I¡¯m risking my life to help you, and if you fuck it up, we¡¯re all dead. Deal?¡± She asks, extending a hand towards Lucy. The Demon looks down at Eris¡¯s hand and sighs. ¡°Fine. Deal.¡± She says, shaking the Angel¡¯s hand.


    Attack Of The Institute-


    Elysium, 1998-


    ¡°Leon. Come here.¡± Frost exclaims, hovering over a monitor. Leon arrives a moment later, with Riley close behind. ¡°Did we call for reinforcements¡­ did Division 18?¡± He asks, pointing at a group gathering outside the base. Leon frowns, drawing his pistol and loading it. ¡°No, Sir, we did not.¡± He replies, rushing for the door. Riley grabs an assault rifle and joins him at the door. Frost loads his light machine gun and kicks over the table. He rests the barrel of the LMG on the table for support as the enemies begin to try and kick in the door. The door bursts in, and several armed soldiers swarm. Leon and Riley open fire, with each of them taking out large amounts of soldiers. One of them enters, his eyes glowing a bright blue. Riley shoots him, but he simply tanks the hit. ¡°Heheh¡­ Now, I¡¯ll consider that as a simple mistake. Lower your guns and say ¡®Thank you, Director. Thank you for sparing me!¡¯¡± The man says. ¡°Sir?¡± Riley asks, looking back at Frost. He nods, standing up from behind the table. ¡°So you¡¯re him,¡± Frost says, approaching the man. The Director smiles. ¡°Uh, yeah. I¡¯m him. And you¡¯re Richard Frost.¡± He replies. Frost nods. ¡°So. What¡¯s the deal? Are you gonna kill us violently? Maybe even parade us for Lucy to find?¡± He asks. The Director looks back at the soldiers behind him. ¡°Guys? Cuff these fools. Leave the Boss for me.¡± He orders. The soldiers enter the room, restraining Leon and Riley. ¡°Just go with him. If he wanted us dead, we¡¯d be dead.¡± Frost shouts at his followers. The Director smiles down at Frost, his feet levitating off of the ground. ¡°Now, I need to ask you: Why are you helping that Demon bitch?¡± He asks. Frost glares up at him. ¡°Because she¡¯s my friend.¡± He replies coldly. The Director sighs. ¡°Whatever, dude. We¡¯ll get the info out of you one way or the other.¡± He says, snapping his fingers. Frost looks confused. ¡°What information? That¡¯s literally all I¡¯m doing. I¡¯m helping out a friend.¡± He says. The Director smirks, and the duo teleport away.


    The End of The Thule-


    Elysium, 1998-


    ¡°So, why are you helping us, exactly?¡± Lucy demands as the three walk back to the headquarters. Eris sighs. ¡°I can¡¯t say much, but¡­ I¡¯m tired of The Director¡¯s abuse. He hurts everyone. Civilians, employees of The Institute¡­ even me.¡± She says. Lucy shakes her head. ¡°Bullshit. It¡¯s worrying, though. If someone can hurt and abuse a fucking Angel like you¡­ fuck me, he must be strong.¡± She replies. Eris nods. Rev holds up a fist, stopping them in their tracks. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± Lucy asks. Rev pulls out his revolver and motions towards the front door of their base. Eris¡¯s eyes light up a bright gold, and she cracks her knuckles. Lucy glances over at her, worried. ¡°What, no weapon?¡± She asks. Eris smirks. ¡°Don¡¯t need one.¡± She replies, spreading her wings. She charges inside the building, and the sound of a sonic boom knocks both Lucy and Rev off of their feet. After regaining their balance, Lucy enters the room first. Eris stands over a corpse, with a giant hole in its chest. ¡°W-Who was that?¡± Rev asks, looking down at the pile of gore. Eris wipes her hand on her overcoat. ¡°An enemy. This base is compromised.¡± She answers coldly. Lucy narrows her eyes at the Angel. ¡°How do we know you didn¡¯t just kill Leon, or Riely, or even Frost?¡± She asks. Eris scoffs. ¡°I¡¯ve been watching you guys since the Nuclear Frontier. I know your allies and your enemies.¡± She answers. She looks down at the body and kicks it over, revealing a familiar emblem on his coat. ¡°Thule,¡± Rev says with disgust. Lucy sighs, and Eris smirks. ¡°I guess they scared off your buddies. I bet we¡¯ll meet up with them. I must return to The Institute, but you guys search for your friends. I¡¯ll meet up with you guys when I can.¡± Eris says, vanishing. Lucy throws her hands into the air in frustration. ¡°Sure, fuck it. Why not.¡± She shouts, annoyed. Rev kneels next to the corpse, taking his Nazi insignia off of his coat. ¡°Maybe we could infiltrate them¡­ I bet they took the others.¡± He says. ¡°I¡¯m sure I can be of some help.¡± A voice says from the doorway. Lucy and Rev turn to find another Angel staring at them. Ezekiel.


    The Ripper-


    Wolfrun, 1998-


    ¡°Alright, Squad. Listen closely.¡± Abigail commands, and several armed Wolfrun Police officers gather around. Kane stands among them, listening for orders. Abigail nods. ¡°Inside this building is a dangerous threat. We need to take him out, dead. Not alive. If he manages to escape again, he could be gone for good. We don¡¯t want that kind of threat running loose in America. Now, here¡¯s the plan.¡± Abigail says. She reveals a small hand-drawn map of the apartment complex. ¡°You two, head around back to cut off his escape. You three, with me and Kane. And for you, guard the door. Nobody escapes alive without my say-so. Copy?¡± She demands. The officers nod, unholstering their guns. Kane nods, a grin spreading across his face. ¡°Let¡¯s put this monster to rest.¡± He says. Abigail nods and kicks the door in. The officers follow her and Kane up, eventually coming to the same hallway Vincent peered down a day ago. She motions for one of the officers to open the door, and he obeys. He creeps up to the door, his gun drawn. Suddenly, a meathook comes swinging around the door, piercing the officer through the eye. He screams, and his finger spasms, firing a shot. This prompts the two officers behind the building to rush up the fire escape. Jack laughs, opening the door for them. ¡°Stop! It¡¯s a trap!¡± Abigail screams, but it¡¯s too late. The officers enter Jack¡¯s room and are met with massive handcrafted spears flung through the neck. One of them ducks down just in time, grazing his ear. ¡°Now! Get him!¡± Abigail shouts at the other two officers, and the three remaining officers attack Jack. He dodges a bullet, grabbing the gun from one of them. He shoves his fingers inside one of their eye sockets, and he screams. He puts the other finger in his other eye socket, and a third finger up his nose. A sickening squelch fills the room, and the officer falls limp. Jack lifts him and throws him at another officer. His comrade¡¯s dead body pins the cop, and Jack jumps on top of him. He smiles widely, putting his hand inside the surviving cop¡¯s mouth¡ªone hand on the roof of his mouth, and the other on his lower jaw. Jack shouts and rips the cop¡¯s head apart. The final officer manages to wrap his arms around Jack, restraining him. ¡°Sir! Now!¡± He shouts at Kane, who aims a shotgun. He fires, but Jack leans forward. The cop¡¯s head rests exactly where Jack¡¯s did a moment ago, and Kane¡¯s shotgun blast bursts the officer¡¯s head. ¡°NO!¡± Abigail shouts, and Jack shakes the officer¡¯s dead body off of his shoulders. ¡°You should¡¯ve sent your Demonic fucktoy after me. Or that fool with his flaming coat. Not these chucklefucks.¡± Jack says, his voice dry and heavy. Kane takes a step forward, his blue eyes locking with Jack¡¯s brown. ¡°You get me.¡± He says, preparing to charge at the former NRPD Officer. Jack smiles and draws a knife. Kane charges, revealing a knife of his own, and the two stab each other. Jack¡¯s smile fades as he feels his stomach getting warm. He looks down, finding Kane¡¯s hand resting around the hilt of a dagger, the hilt protruding from his stomach. ¡°But I got you¡­¡± He says, looking at the knife sticking out of Kane¡¯s back. The burly man falls over, and Jack glares at Abigail. ¡°You. I¡¯ve been wanting to talk to you.¡± He says coldly. His eyes are vacant, his hair messy and bloody. He¡¯s frail, and his face is sunken in. ¡°Y-You¡¯re a mess, Jack¡­¡± Abigail replies. Jack chuckles, dropping his knife. ¡°I wonder who¡¯s fault that is.¡± He says, approaching Abigail.


    You Don¡¯t Know Jack-


    Wolfrun, 1998-


    Jack smirks at her, his eyes staring at the amulet hanging from the golden chain. ¡°Eyes are up here, buddy.¡± She says sternly. Jack scoffs. ¡°As if I¡¯d want you. You¡¯re dirty. Tainted. We saw that look all the time in the precinct. Some poor lady comes in, crying about how either Daddy or her mean boyfriend raped her. You know, you think you¡¯re all this. A genius. Inventor. Savior of Humanity. Hell, you thought you could stop a nuclear fucking war. But guess what? You got raped. You got stabbed. You got hurt. You¡¯re nothing special. In fact, you¡¯re just. Plain. Ordinary.¡± Jack says with a sinister look in his eye. Abigail¡¯s face turns red in anger. Her fists ball up, and her knuckles crack. ¡°For your sake, stop it.¡± She demands. Jack laughs. ¡°Oh, I know who¡¯s special. One of a kind. Never met anyone quite like her.¡± He says. He grins and stares deep into Abigail¡¯s eyes. ¡°Lucy. She¡¯s something special. I would have loved to have tried that one on for size.¡± He says. Abigail frowns. Jack chuckles, wiping some of the blood away from his eyes. ¡°Oh¡­ yeah. I know she only swings one way, but I bet a strong hero like me would persuade her. Especially since I don¡¯t abuse her. I don¡¯t scream at her for my faults. I don¡¯t slap her away when she only wants to help. I most certainly do NOT force her to rely on some other guy for emotional support. You¡¯re an awful girlfriend, Abigail. Let me take your place. Come on, tag me in, Coach! I got you! I can make her swoon!¡± Jack shouts, lunging at her. She jumps out of the way just in time, and Jack quickly hops on his four limbs like an animal. He snarls at Abigail and laughs. Abigail, however, is reaching for one of the fallen officer¡¯s pistols. Jack jumps over her and swats the gun away. ¡°No, we¡¯re not done talking, sweetheart.¡± He says, standing over her. He kneels down, holding her arms down as he looks her up and down. ¡°Oh, yeah. With those curves, I see why it happened.¡± He says. Abigail tries to push him off, but he slams her back down. He leans down, sniffing her neck. ¡°Hmm¡­ I¡¯d say it was¡­ German? Female? Who touched you, Abbi? Show me on the doll where she did it!¡± He shouts, grabbing one of her boobs. She looks away, tears welling in her eyes. ¡°J-Just get it over with¡­ p-please¡­¡± She begs. Jack scoffs, jostling her chest. After a slow and painful few seconds, the amulet emerges from between them. He grins, yanking it off of her. He jumps up and laughs. Abigail sits up and sighs. ¡°You wanted to talk? Fine. Let¡¯s talk.¡± She says. Jack looks down at her and smiles. ¡°Thank you.¡± He says.


    He Who Rests Under The Unmarked Grave-


    Wolfrun, 1998-


    Jack stands across the room, looking down at the weak and powerless Abigail. She looks up at him, the most dangerous thing she¡¯s ever faced: A Human with a vendetta against her, with her amulet in his palm. ¡°Jack, please. Just talk to me. Who made you like this?¡± She asks. Jack¡¯s eyes suddenly dart to her mouth. ¡°Who did this? W-WHO DID THIS!? YOU!¡± He screams, rushing over to her. He grabs her by the straps of her tank top, lifting her. ¡°YOU TURNED ME INTO¡­ INTO THIS!¡± He screams, throwing her back to the floor. She grunts as she lands, and she looks back up at him. His face isn¡¯t angry. It isn¡¯t thirsting for blood. He¡¯s crying. His eyes are soft, yet still angry. But not at her. ¡°Y-You¡­¡± He says, falling to his knees. ¡°You f-forced me to join¡­ I j-just wanted to g-go home¡­ I just¡­¡± He says, sobbing. He falls to the ground, his arms holding him up as he cries. ¡°N-North Reach¡­ gone¡­ You took it from me! I HAD A LIFE! I HAD A JOB! I HAD-¡± He stops himself, shaking his head violently. ¡°E-Elizabeth¡­¡± He says softly. Jack can feel a hand rest on his shoulder. He looks up at her, and Liz smiles down at him. ¡°You¡¯re almost there, Jack. I know you can do it. Kill her and you can rest.¡± She says. Jack looks back down at Abigail. She slowly looks up at him, blood running down her face. ¡°Jack¡­ I didn¡¯t know¡­ If you had said something, I would have let you go!¡± She protests. But Jack just glares at her. ¡°No, you wouldn¡¯t have. You¡¯d have kept me on my leash as long as Father Adam was around. As long as Steiner was around. Hell, we could fight GOD HIMSELF and you¡¯d yank on my collar like a hound. You¡¯re a lying, abusive, manipulative asshole, Abigail.¡± He says, standing up. He grabs a hammer and a railway spike. ¡°Time to die, Abigail.¡± He says, grabbing her by her hair. She¡¯s dragged to the wall, where she notices Vincent and another victim hanging. Their limbs were torn apart, and pinned to the walls by massive pikes. Abigail looks at him, her eyes watering. ¡°Jack, please. Please just talk to me. Please.¡± She begs. Jack stops and drops the tools. He looks at Abigail, and his eyes shift. ¡°H-Huh? A-Abigail?¡± He asks, his eyes hazy and tired. She leans forward. ¡°Jack? Jack?¡± She asks. He looks around, noticing the bodies of the cops and previous victims. ¡°O-Oh my God¡­¡± He stammers, falling to the floor. Abigail stands up, raising her hands in surrender. ¡°Easy, Jack. It¡¯s okay¡­ it¡¯s okay¡­¡± She says, slowly hugging him. He sobs into her chest, and she looks away. ¡°I¡­ I¡¯m so¡­ oh my God¡­¡± He says between deep breaths. He lets go of the amulet, and it rolls away for a moment. Abigail grabs it, and her bloody wounds close up instantly. She stands up, looking down at Jack. He looks up at her, his eyes still sad, but more angry. ¡°You did this to me. You ruined my life. You turned me into this. If you hadn¡¯t forced me onto your team, I wouldn¡¯t have been taken by the Russians. I¡¯d never be a weapon. I wouldn¡¯t be¡­ be¡­ THIS!¡± He shouts, jumping up. Abigail looks at him intensely. ¡°Listen to me. I¡¯m sorry, but you need to let go. Move on. We have bigger threats-¡± ¡°There you go! All you do is deflect! NO! WE¡¯RE TALKING ABOUT ME FOR A FUCKING SECOND!¡± He shouts, grabbing a knife from a nearby table. Abigail quickly gets into a defensive stance. ¡°Jack, drop it. We¡¯re talking about you, so you don¡¯t need to fight.¡± She says. Jack grins. ¡°Oh, yeah, sure. You¡¯ll beg and bargain when I¡¯m armed, but the second I let my guard down, you steal the amulet back from me. It¡¯s all about control, isn''t it, Abbi?¡± He says, vitriol dripping from every word. Abigail glares at him, her eyes darting between the knife and Jack¡¯s face. ¡°Jack. Drop. It.¡± She says slowly. Jack just tilts his head and smiles. ¡°You¡¯d like that, huh? Yanking my collar for the final time?¡± He says. He tightens his grip on the blade and lunges at her. She quickly intercepts his arm, forcing the knife out of his hand and into hers. Jack¡¯s eyes widen, and Abigail pushes him away. He catches himself on the table and laughs. ¡°What? Gonna kill me? Make me bleed?¡± He asks. Abigail just stares at him, her eyes narrow. ¡°Go on. Stab me. Pierce me. Kill me. End it.¡± He says, standing up tall. ¡°Gonna get me? Better make it quick!¡± He says, rushing towards her again. Abigail takes a sharp breath and plunges the knife deep into Jack¡¯s stomach. His blood covers her hand, and the blade is pulled upwards. His flesh rips as the blade carves into it, and Jack¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°A-Abigail¡­¡± He says. She looks into his eyes. Finally, after all they¡¯ve been through, his eyes look normal. The boy she met all those years ago in North Reach. ¡°I¡­ You stabbed¡­ me¡­¡± He says weakly. Abigail¡¯s eyes widen, and tears overwhelm her eyes. ¡°I know¡­ I know¡­¡± She replies. Jack sighs, coughing up some blood. ¡°I-It¡¯s¡­ okay¡­ I needed¡­ to go¡­ this i-isn¡¯t a¡­ a life¡­¡± He says, his breath growing hollow. Abigail just looks into his eyes, and they slowly gloss over. ¡°I¡­ No. I d-don¡¯t forgive you¡­¡± He says, his eyes finally losing their sparkle. He sighs and finally goes limp. Abigail stands over his body, the blade still resting in his stomach. She looks around and vomits next to him. She stops, coughing and wheezing, and wipes the tears from her eyes. She looks back at Jack, into his dead eyes. And she screams. She screams as loud as she can, all of her pent-up anger exploding in a war cry. She finally stops and catches her breath. She looks back towards the door to find Kane standing there, watching her.


    The Witness-


    Wolfrun, 1998-


    Kane looks at her, disappointed. ¡°How are you gonna lie to me and cover this up? Huh?¡± He asks. Abigail just looks at him. He sighs, sliding her a gun. ¡°Here. Let¡¯s get the fuck out of here.¡± He says coldly, turning away. Abigail slowly reaches down and grabs the pistol, and she narrows her eyes at him. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± She says, aiming the gun at him. Kane chuckles and quickly spins around. A pistol is already aimed at Abigail by the time she realizes it, and he fires. The bullet hits her in the shoulder, knocking her to the floor. She groans in pain, and the amulet slowly begins to heal. Kane walks over to her, gazing down at her. ¡°I won¡¯t tell anyone about this. Trust me. You helped me all those years ago, now let me help you. We need to get rid of Jack¡¯s body.¡± He says. Abigail nods, and Kane helps her to her feet. She walks over, giving one last look at Jack¡¯s body. ¡°Alright. How do we do it?¡± She asks. Kane smiles. ¡°Bury him.¡± He replies, heading out of the apartment. Abigail sighs, squats down, and hoists Jack¡¯s body over her shoulder. She carries it out of the building, and around the corner. She follows Kane to the back of the apartment complex, where she finds him waiting with a shovel. He starts to dig, and the two work in silence for several hours. Finally, after the work is done, and the sun is slowly peaking around the trees, the grave is dug. Abigail tosses Jack¡¯s body into it, and Kane starts to move the dirt back in place. Abigail heads off, looking for anything to mark it. Kane scoffs. ¡°Don¡¯t bother marking it, we¡¯re never coming back here.¡± He says. Abigail sighs and returns to the small dirt mound where Jack¡¯s body once was. Kane looks at her and sighs. ¡°Why did you do it?¡± He asks. Abigail looks confused but never looks at Kane directly. ¡°W-What, killed him? He was a threat¡­¡± She replies. Kane shakes his head. ¡°No. Had him join our team.¡± He corrects her, and she wipes a tear away. She takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh. ¡°I¡­ He knew about all those awful things that happened in North Reach. Plus, he worked with the police, who most certainly trained him about Wolfrun. He was¡­¡± She stops, shaking her head. She smiles. ¡°He was useful. That was all. He knew about us, and we couldn¡¯t have him living with that knowledge.¡± She answers firmly. Kane groans. ¡°So you ruined a young man¡¯s life because you were sloppy, and Lucy wanted to help him. No wonder he hated you. He only hurt me because I attacked him. He wanted you dead from the start.¡± Kane replies, turning away. Abigail reaches out to stop him, but her words won¡¯t come. She sighs and silently follows him back to the car.


    Freedom?-


    The Institute, 1998-


    Frost, Riley, and Leon are thrown into a small holding cell, with large metal bars locking them inside. ¡°Great job, Sir. You let him capture us.¡± Riley says, sarcastically. Frost sits in silence, and Leon sighs. ¡°Let¡¯s keep the bitching to a minimum, Riley, and instead find a way out of here,¡± Leon says. Frost smiles. ¡°I know you¡¯re watching me from over there. You have two big giveaways, you know.¡± He says rather loudly. Leon looks over to where he¡¯s looking and finds two little blue lights in the cell across from them. They flicker, and Leon realizes that it was a blink. ¡°Introduce yourself. If he locked you up too, then we must be on the same side. I¡¯m Doctor Richard Frost, and these are my associates, Leon Chambers and Riley Thompson.¡± Frost says, standing up. The glowing blue eyes carefully scan each of them, darting between the three prisoners. They rise and slowly head towards the light. A naked woman, with shoulder-length blonde hair and glowing blue eyes. She looks at them and softly smiles. ¡°Hello. I am Azrael, an Angel. I was trapped in here after I betrayed The Director to help¡­ a Demon.¡± She says slowly. Frost perks up. ¡°A Demon? What was her name?¡± He asks. Azrael stops for a moment and looks down sadly. ¡°Her name was Lucy.¡± She answers bluntly. Frost smiles widely. ¡°So you know her too? She¡¯s an old friend of mine.¡± He says back. Azrael smiles and looks around. ¡°Listen. I heard some rumors from the guard over there. Apparently, someone is trying to break into The Institute, and they are getting close. They might set you and me free.¡± She says. Riley jumps up. ¡°Freedom? Already?¡± She asks. Azrael nods. ¡°Indeed. Though it is but a rumor.¡± She says sadly. Riley sighs, slowly sitting back down. Frost smiles softly. ¡°I have an idea of who would be crazy enough to break into a supernatural Dimension¡­¡± He says, and as soon as he does, a loud bang explodes from a nearby cell. Azrael smiles but slides back into the shadows. ¡°My time will come. You guys go ahead and leave, just be sure to unlock my cell. I will help anyone who remains or is captured.¡± She says. Three figures emerge from the smoking cell, one of them bearing horns. ¡°Frost! You in there?¡± A familiar voice asks. Leon leans into the hallway, poking his head out from the cell. ¡°Hi, Lucy!¡± He says. Lucy rushes over, Ezekiel and Rev close behind. They break the lock on Frost¡¯s cell, and he, Leon, and Riley exit the cell. Frost subtly breaks the lock on Azrael¡¯s cell as well, and he turns to face his savior. ¡°How¡¯d you even know where to break into? This place is massive¡­ infinite, even.¡± He asks. Lucy sighs, and a fourth figure steps into the light. ¡°She got it from me.¡± A familiar voice says. Jacob Bright steps into the hallway with a sinister smile.


    Rouge Agent-


    The Institute, 1998-


    Eris sneaks into the cell block, only to find Frost¡¯s cell empty. She growls but smiles subtly at his escape. ¡°You knew they escaped,¡± Azrael says from the cell behind her. Eris turns, facing the Angel. She shrugs. ¡°Maybe I did, maybe I didn¡¯t¡­ What¡¯s it matter to you?¡± She asks. Azrael smiles, her eyes glowing blue softly. ¡°I care because it shows that you are conflicted. You want to help them but are scared to fully commit to either side.¡± She replies. Eris sighs. ¡°Look. You won¡¯t tell The Director, will you?¡± She asks. Azrael nods. ¡°He and I are through working together. Look at where I am.¡± She answers. Eris nods. ¡°Okay. I want his spot, his power, so I can truly live up to my father. I want to be the true owner of this Institute like my father runs Heaven.¡± She says. Azrael groans, rolling her eyes. ¡°But why own it? Why not install someone under you so you can go explore the vast universe? Why lock yourself away?¡± She argues. Eris takes a moment, pondering. ¡°Because why explore when you can control?¡± She replies. Azrael nods, judging but understanding. ¡°I know what you mean, but I have met some wonderful people when I was free¡­ Lucy, Kane¡­ even Remiel was wonderful¡­ why not go explore? You had to have met some fun people while you were out and about?¡± She asks. Eris looks down to the floor. ¡°I¡­ must leave.¡± She says, storming away. As she walks, she runs directly into The Director. He looks down at her and smiles. ¡°Hello, Eris. I was looking for you.¡± He says. Eris looks up at him. ¡°Yeah? What for, Sir?¡± She responds. The Director looks into the cell block and smiles. ¡°I wanted to congratulate you. You pretending to work with that Demonic bitch will lead us right to her. I¡¯m proud of you, and actually wanted to invite you out to dinner¡­ or something¡­¡± He says, looking away shyly. Eris, realizing what he¡¯s asking, smiles slyly. ¡°Sure, where would we go?¡± She asks in return. The Director thinks for a moment. ¡°Ever had pizza? I know a wonderful place in New York, they¡¯re known for their solar-baked pies!¡± He offers. Eris looks confused. ¡°Um¡­ what year is this place opened?¡± She asks. The Director grins. ¡°2097.¡± He answers. Eris smiles. ¡°Sure. Let¡¯s go, we can talk about you if you want. I don¡¯t really know much about you.¡± She says. The Director laughs. ¡°HA! That sounds amazing! I love talking about myself!¡± He says, leading her down the hall. She glances back at Azrael and winks at her. Azrael smiles and sits down in her cell.