...And thus the plot thickens. London is under siege, and more varieties of Beasts appear. And Trevor learns more about them than he ever wanted to know...
Flare rifle by  tawy!
And the cards idea by  glemegg! This will appear again.
And Bay is  lo-carbquine's!
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I was too eager. Too eager to fight back, to eager to save another city from destruction.
I sped the jeep down the street, flattening several Demons as I drove. The weak jeep rattled with every sharp turn or body crushed; I was afraid it was going to fail.
The walkie-talkie in the back seat said something, which sounded like my name.
‘General Trevor, please tell me you have a plan for going off like that.’ Peterson said.
‘To fight.’ I replied. ‘Most of you don’t act quick enough- I took that upon myself.’
‘You realize you don’t need to fight on the front lines anymore, right? You can stay back and let the troops take care of things, under your careful command.’
‘But they probably wouldn’t do it right. So its up to me.’ I replied.
‘At least call in some help, General.’ Peterson said.
‘Alright, what about some intel? Why haven’t you attacked the Eye yet?’ I asked.
‘Sending data to your inboard computer now.’ Peterson replied. I put down the walkie-talkie, stopped the jeep, and watched picture appear on screen. The Eye was badly damaged- actually, it wasn’t much but the stands, the wheel had fallen into the water- but Beasts swarmed around it. Some were carrying things- they seemed to be building something there. But what? Wait a minute...
'Peterson, were there any abnormal findings underground there recently before the attack?’ I asked. I slammed through a Hexed one, sending it flying into a wall.
'Let me check, Trevor.’ Peterson responded. A Goliath charged at me, rammed the jeep, and almost flipped it. I blasted it with the Revenge, but my Jeep was in bad shape. The engine was smoking.
'Huh, there is. How’d you know?’ Peterson asked.
'Let me guess- a large, metallic object with four wings and an odd etching that only one person could see?’
'Everything but the last one.’
'Well, I guess that means I won’t have to deal with a mad god again.’ I replied.
'Sorry?’
'Never mind, just keep reading me info. Were they able to move it?’ I asked.
'No, they were constructing a new line to the subway tracks, and the object was much, much larger. What was it?’ Peterson asked. I just narrowly dodged a charging Basilisk as I zoomed by.
'Tell me, have you moved the refuges that came here with me out yet?’ I asked.
'Only non-ADF personnel.’
'Find a crow called Natalie- she’s got as much info on the Beasts, the Seeder Ships, and everything else as I do. But she knows all the science stuff which I wouldn’t understand. Speak to her if you need to know how the shit works. I know how to kill it, and Nat knows why it dies.’
'Alright, will do. I’m sending in what help I can- some of our best men, equipped with fully automatic shotguns and a shit ton of ammo each. They’ll clear out some Beasts.’ Peterson said. 'Over, and out.’
I shut the walkie-talkie just as a wall exploded, showering bricks all over me and causing the jeep to spin out and send me sliding across the concrete. I got up, aching from the holes in my jacket and the scars that would leave. The Revenge was next to me, which I grabbed- just in time, as a Leviathan thundered out of the hole. This one was more bestial; it walked with a hunch, and its face and tail were longer. Yeah, this one actually had a tail. It carried a crossbar ripped from a building in one hand as a weapon. I reloaded, and the click the Revenge made alerted it.
'Alright fucker, bring it!’ I shouted. It roared, swinging the rusty crossbar. I dodged it and blasted its face, barely making it flinch. Damn it, I needed some heavier weapons.
I ducked into a building that some ADF personnel had been using as a stronghold, but were overrun. I kicked a Demon down and sliced its head off, then blasted another. I ran into the next room as the Leviathan started smashing down the walls.
Several dead ADF troopers were scattered around, and one was carrying a metal briefcase with him. I picked it up, hoping it to be something helpful. I got a flaregun with a design similar to a three-shot capacity revolver and a few dozen flares of different colors. I loaded in a few of colors- first a green one, then a red, then grey. There were also blue ones. Maybe this would daze the Leviathan? I took the ammo out of the case- it was in a handy container for itself- and strapped it to a bandolier that I had on. I peeked around the doorway to see the Leviathan with half of itself through the wall. The crossbar carved another chunk out of the wall with a massive crash.
'Hey, over here!’ I shouted. It looked to me, and I fired the green flare at its head. It exploded in a brilliant green and created a massive noise, but also did something else- spilt acid on its face. A flaregun made for battle? Damn, ADF- you get me with these ideas all the time.
The Leviathan staggered around, screeching like a wounded, but massive, sparrow. It dropped the crossbar, which became embedded in the ground, leaving cracks everywhere. It crashed into the building on the other side of the street, caving in the wall. Rubble covered it.
'Hah, serves you right.’ I said. I groaned in pain, realizing that a chunk of metal from the jeep had left a deep gash in my side. I patched it up as well as possible and kept walking.
A few moments later, there was a rumble from behind me as the Leviathan got back up. Its face was gone, and the skull was shown in several sections. An eye was a pulpy mess, and blood dripped from its chin. It roared so loudly that I almost had to cover my ears.
'Damn it, die!’ I shouted at it, swinging around and blasting the red flare in its face. This flare was more conventional- it just lit the injured Leviathan’s face on fire. I loaded in two more flares- a green one and a blue one- as the Beast fell down, head melting from the sheer heat of the flare. I held the flare gun over it as it seemed to die, making sure it didn’t get up again. I stepped in a hot puddle of syrupy blood; it was dead.
A cold wind blew down the street, making me shiver. A storm was coming in.

A while later, I entered a much wider street that lead to a plaza of sorts. Cars were abandoned everywhere; I was prepared for Auto-killers and other sorts of Beasts.
A large diesel truck groaned as it moved slightly. Something was inside its trailer! I got the Revenge ready.
'Trevor? Sir?’ Peterson said through the walkie-talkie.
'Damn it Peterson, no need for the “sir” crap. What is it?’ I asked. 'Be quick, something’s here with me.’
‘I found reports of a Beast with regenerative properties- it was being carried in a diesel truck’s trailer- it was being hauled away when the attack started, and never made it to the ADF enclosure it was supposed to go to!’ Peterson replied. I looked to the diesel truck and its trailer, which was currently being rocked by whatever was inside.
'Did it go through...’ I looked over to the large sign that named the plaza. '...St. Helen’s Plaza?’
'Yeah, the path goes through there. Why?’ Peterson asked.
'Oh shit!’ I shouted, running down another road. The trailer got ripped open, and a Beast rolled out. It looked similar to a Demon, but it was extremely muscular, the hand-claws were twice as long, and tendrils of muscle just grew from its back, twitching like maddened snakes. It stared at me as I ran, and it roared, the lower jaw splitting in two, very sharp parts.
'What is it, Trevor?!’ Peterson shouted.
'You just had to mention this thing as I ran into it, didn’t you?!’ I shouted, leaping over a roadblock.
'Oh, fucking hell. I’m sending in something to distract it, just keep moving!’ He shouted. I heard a few grunts from his end.
'Hey, Trev! Rip out its tendrils- I’ve been studying what info on these things ADF had, and their tendrils connect straight to their spines!’ Natalie shouted through the radio. 'Just don’t let it hurt you, you big man. Get killing.’ She closed the communications. Tendrils. Alright, that would be easier if they weren’t on its back.
I blasted the flaregun right in its face, with the grey flare this time. It exploded in a puff of smoke, which spread. A smoke grenade, alright.
The Regenerator stopped, as it wasn’t able to see. I ducked into the smoke, my color automatically changing to the same grey as it was. That’s probably one of the reasons I’ve survived for so damn long- my species. I can conceal myself easily, and one other thing...
I had my aim on the creature with the Revenge, but then I heard something coming from the roofs. Without letting my aim go from the confused Regenerator, I aimed the Flaregun up at the Hexed one leaping at me. Independently movable eyes, haha. I may be cross-eyed sometimes but I’m badass.
The flaregun fired off, catching the Hexed one in the air and evaporating it with a massive flash. Too much acid for it.
The Regenerator focused in on me and roared, then charged right at me. I dodged and fired off the Revenge into its head. It tumbled over, like it was dead. Then the head pulled itself together again. I loaded in two more flares- both green, and then allocated the blue on to the firing slot. I dodged the Regenerator’s swing and grabbed onto a tendril. I then yanked with all my might, ripping it out. A vertebrae came out with it, attached to the end.
'Disgusting.’ I said, flinging the limp object away. The Regenerator stumbled and stared at me, its back crooked. I fired the blue flare in its face, which exploded in a massive arch of electricity. The smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air, but not for long. Its skin regenerated quickly, but it remained crooked. Its bones don’t regenerate.
It swung at me with all of its might, leaving a large crack in the ground. I dodged, slammed the Revenge’s ax into its back, and then ripped the other Tendrils out as it was quivering. I then blew the head to shreds and then stomped the remains for good measure. It didn’t regenerate.
'Well, that’s dead.’ I said. I opened up the walkie-talkie.
'Damn right there, Natalie. It worked. The tendrils came out with parts of its spine, and thus slowed its regenerative abilities.’ I said.
'Well, I guess we won’t be needing that distraction then!’ Peterson shouted from somewhere away from the walkie-talkie.
'Hey, you’re understanding some of the scientific lingo!’ Nat responded.
'I guess I am.’ I said. A fighter jet flew overhead. 'Peterson, what the hell did you send?’ I then asked.
'I intended to send a plane, but You killed the thing too quick!’ Peterson replied. The plane flew past again, this time slower. A Harrier fighter jet- but it didn’t look right.
'So who the hell’s flying overhead?! It’s a Harrier!’ I shouted. It flew past again, and this time dropped a few small bombs which destroyed a wall on a nearby building.
'Fucking hell, there’s not even any planes out right now!’ Peterson replied. 'Get back to running!’
I did just as the Harrier stopped in the plaza, hovering in mid air. The cockpit on it was shattered, and flesh-like growths stretched from it and around the body. The nose-cone actually broke then and opened up, revealing a small mouth. An Auto-killer, yet this one could actually fly.
And it could shoot. A lot.
I just narrowly avoided a missile that impacted the ground behind me, blasting chunks of concrete high in the air. A massive roar echoed through the air, breaking glass and hurting my ears- it came from the Harrier.
Where the hell was a sports car when you needed one? I avoided a large missile that was aimed right at me, and it exploded a building in my way. I ducked a flying chunk of masonry and then leapt over a fallen body as I ran. Its Vulcan Cannons whirled up to speed when I took a corner, and the sheer amount of bullets started destroying the wall. Well, at least the thing will run out of ammo soon.
Something else exploded, tripping me up. I stood up, yanked the chunk of metal from my shin with a scream, and then kept running to the best of my ability. I checked my flare gun- it had two acidic shots loaded. I waited for the guns to start clicking due to the lack of ammo, then fired both flares at it. It tilted, screeched, but stayed up, even though the acid was eating through its outer metal plating. It was eating its way towards the engines, though.
A propeller on it stopped working with a loud groan, and it crashed to the ground. It started growing legs, but too late. It exploded.
'Ugh, fuck...’ I said, trying to bandage the injury on my shin. It was bleeding out. I collapsed.

I woke up with my leg numb and a Kisser staring at me. I kicked it off with my good leg and blasted it. I pulled myself up, leaning against the wall. My leg injury was bad. Looked like it cracked the bone and shredded the muscle. It stopped bleeding, but it still really hurt. I took a chunk of metal from the explosion and used it as a crutch. My walkie-talkie had been demolished in the fight. Damn.
But I wasn’t defeated yet.
I limped on, hoping for something that would allow for me to walk with this damn injury. I got my wish- sort of. I shouldn’t of gone out here without help, damn it...
A spier-like Beast started crawling along the ground, its mandibles clicking against each other. It used to be a canine, but the tail had swollen to a thorax-like shape, and the limps had turned into spiked legs. The head was warped and mutated to a gross visage of a spider’s. It hissed at me. I reloaded, then shot it. The worst mistake of my whole fucking ordeal.
The thorax exploded in a purple gas, which I quickly breathed in by accident. A sudden pain racked my whole body, making fall on my knees and scream. My god, it hurt. It really, really hurt. I didn’t know what was with that shit, but I didn’t want to know.
Hang in there, Hero. The thing you killed was a new version of a Kisser. But it works a shit ton better. I heard the Raevn whisper. Like always, he was watching, ready to help when needed.
So, this is it then? My last moments as a true man?
Not yet. This may actually help you. Just endure the poison’s effects as I work to stop it from altering you.
Great.

I didn’t know what was happening- it was conjuring up scenarios, things that never happened or almost did but never were. And I could hear the Trickster’s voice- it was a bit deeper this time, but it was him.
Learn your place, Hero. This is what you deserve for destroying my legions for so long... So join them, they are welcoming you with open arms! Join your friends...
I found myself without anything- not even any clothes- standing in a room with two doors. One door was at the other side of a massive chasm, and the other one had all of my lost friends standing around it. The room’s walls for perfectly white and so was the floor. My old friends were calling me.
'Join us...’
'Come back to us...’
'Give in, Trevor. You know the intelligent life on Earth is a goner soon anyhow. Join us, and lead the legions alongside our lord, the Trickster.’ A visage of Jack said.
'I would never call him that. I will never, ever give up.’ I said. ‘I intend to protect the innocents until my body is ripped and shredded, and until my last breath escapes my body. I will never surrender.’
‘Then let the poison consume your heart and soul! Fight us, Trevor. Fight us.’ The Jack visage said. The other ghosts of my friends vanished like dirt in a strong wind, leaving him. He looked similar to the last time I fought him, with the metal skeleton exposed in places. It dripped blood.
Hang in there, Trevor. Fight your ghosts.
Suddenly, I had some simple body armor, army fatigues, and the Revenge in my hand. A bandolier of shotgun shells was over my shoulder. I then aimed the Revenge at Jack, who hissed at me.
'You won’t destroy me.’ I said. I fired, and the visage was blown away. I reloaded, and the gap to the other door shrunk by a few feet. So that’s how it works... But wasn’t that kinda easy?
Another old friend of mine appeared. Shinji, but this one was the demonic form, like the one I met in hell. It said something in Japanese and swung its massive sword at me, which I dodged. It swung downwards, which I also avoided. It put a large gash in my leg though, which made me shout out. The injury healed quickly.
'See? You can’t destroy me. I have a job to do.’ I said. I blasted this Shinji, and he somehow reflected the buckshot from the Revenge. I reloaded and gave him the finger.
'Well, bastard? You going to attack?’ I asked.
'You’re honorable.’ Shinji said in English, somehow. 'I will not fight you like this. Draw your sword, Hero.’
I found a sword at my feet- a small katana. I picked it up and drew it.
'I learned some fencing in high school- probably not up to your skills, but I can fight. Bring it!’ I said. I carried the sword like an idiot- never carry a katana one handed. Shinji’s massive katana sent my little one flying. I fell onto the ground.
'Looks like I’ve triumphed another stupid Westerner...’ Shinji said.
'Ah, but this is my mind...’ I said. A giant sword blade slammed down, slicing the demonic Shinji in half. I got up as the body evaporated. 'You guys should seriously stop trying. My self esteem is too high- you won’t kill me. Ever.’
The gap shrunk to an almost jumpable distance. Almost.
'Come on, try harder. You don’t stand a chance in my mind!’ I shouted, holding the mental Revenge up high. 'I will never surrender!’
The gap shortened again, this time to about five feet. I leapt it and opened the door- then blackness.

You’ve done it. You’re still alive. The virus used to make the Beasts resides in your system, but it’s dormant. I’m not sure how it’ll effect you, so be prepared. Physically, you look the same. But otherwise... Ugh, Hero, WAKE UP!

I woke suddenly, my eyes snapping open. I scrambled for the Revenge, seeing that there were Demons awaiting me. I took aim, but then realized I was surrounded. There were growling and hissing things to each other. I made out words, somehow.
'What should we do, he is the Destroyer...’ One Demon said.
'Fight, rip his heart out, and let him watch as we feast upon it.’ A bulky Goliath said. It carried a massive plate of thick metal as its shield and a large jackhammer as its weapon.
'I wouldn’t suggest you try.’ I said, realizing that, without an effort, I spoke in the same growled language as they did. I could switch back and forth. Alright, effects of that gas shit. Interesting.
The Beasts stared at me, astounded. One roared and charged, but I quickly kicked it back into the circle surrounding me.
'...How, how do you understand us? The Destroyer can understand us! He is even more of a danger now!’ The Goliath said. It was obviously the leader of this pack.
'I do suppose I am.’
I fired at the Goliath, removing its head with a well-placed shell. The other Demons roared and charged. I swung the Revenge around, decapitating three and slicing another. I reloaded in the midst of the fight, blasting another two Demons with one shot. I then slammed the Revenge into a dead Demon, then quickly pulling out my flare gun. I fired an acidic flare into a crowd of them, damaging almost a dozen. I did the same to another dozen. Soon, only one Hexed one was left.
'Why- how are you so strong?’ It hissed.
'Because I have a reason to live.’ I leveled the Revenge to its head. 'You aren’t even truly alive.’
I fired.

As I walked on towards my objective, I clenched my fist, wondering what the hell happened. I could understand them now- were they always intelligent to this degree? And what else had changed with me?
I then realized the massive injury on my shin was gone- not even a scar. So that’s what happens.
I entered a residential area- rows of look-alike houses that seemed to go on for ages. Cars were wrecked in the road, and dead bodies were scattered about like bloody confetti. A few Beasts charged at me from the bodies, enraged. They didn’t last long.
I picked up more ammunition from some fallen troops, along with a few grenades. That was a good thing.
I watched a Demon dash into the nearby building, seemingly with a purpose. I ran in after it, then watched it go up some carpeted stairs. I noticed the dead bodies in the living room, bloodied and missing parts.
The Demon ran into a room, and I heard a small girl scream. I entered the pink-painted room and blasted the Demon, painting parts of the walls red. I could hear sobbing.
'Hey, it’s alright, I’m here to help...’ I said, looking around. The shuttered closet door opened up and a young Blue Jay girl crawled out, wearing some jeans and a torn purple t-shirt. She looked very young- Elementary school years, probably. I got down on my knees and put the Revenge down, smiling.
'What’s your name, little girl?’ I asked. She fell into my arms a few seconds later.
'Alexia.’ She said through her crying.
'Dry your tears, young Alexia. I’ve found you, you’ll get out of here. My name’s Trevor. This your room?’ I asked.
'Uh-huh.’ Alexia replied.
'It’s a good room for a girl like yourself. But sadly, we’re going to have to leave it for now. Got anything you want to take with you?’ I said. Alexia nodded and walked over to her bed, where she picked up a battered stuffed dog that had been sown up from several injuries. She held on to it with all of her might.
'What’s his name?’ I asked, trying to do my best with the young girl.
'Billy.’ Alexia replied. The name almost made me laugh.
'Well, make sure to keep ahold of your friend there.’ I said. I put the Revenge on my back and reloaded the flare gun. 'Will you hold my hand and be a brave girl for me?’ She nodded and held on tightly to my left hand. She held onto Billy with her open hand.
'Did your parents keep any guns?’ I asked.
'Uh-huh, under the sink in a lock-box.’ Alexia replied. 'But we’re not allowed in there, we’ll get in trouble!’
'These are the circumstances that need them.’ I said as we walked down the stairs. 'How old are you?’ I then asked.
'6 and a quarter.’ She said. We entered the kitchen, avoiding the door to the living room where her parents’ bodies were. I opened up the cupboard doors under the sing and found a large, black lock box, which I opened with a swift smack from the flare gun. Inside was a 9MM pistol with plenty of ammo. I took the pistol, loaded in a cartridge, and stashed the rest away in my belt. I slid the flare gun away into its container.
'But what about mommy and daddy?’ Alexia asked.
'They... They’ve gone somewhere else, my brave girl. We might not see them for a long time.’ I replied hesitantly. As we walked past the living room I closed the door. 'Be brave, Alexia.’ I said as we stood next to the outer door.
'Are you going to get rid of the boogymen?’ she asked.
'Yes, yes I am. I won’t let them touch you- but it may be loud. Just stick with me, and don’t let go of my hand.’ I responded. She nodded, and then I opened the door. She buried her face in my shirt when we exited to see the carnage in the street. A Demon rushed us, and I shot it down. A Hexed one came from the other side and almost injured Alexia. I pulled her away and riddled the damn thing with bullets.
'Just stay with me, Alexia.’ I whispered in her ear as we actually stepped into the street. I found another walkie talkie on a dead soldier, which I activated.
'Peterson, someone, respond!’ I shouted. 'I have a young survivor here, and she needs evac! Do you read me?’ I shouted.
'We read you, Trevor, but your signal is faint.’ A crackly Peterson said. I breathed a sigh of relief. 'There’s a evac chopper coming your way with just one space left. Glad to see you alive, Trevor- we feared the worse.’ Peterson’s signal faded away, and I switched the walkie-talkie off. I put it in my belt.
'Alexia, you brave girl- I’ve got some of my friends coming to help us- well, you.’ I said. I picked up a note card from a dead marine and a pen from him and started writing a note on it.
'Why just me? Don’t you need to go home too?’ Alexia asked.
'Not just yet, my dear. I need to get you out of here.’ I said. I finished writing the note; it said where Alexia was supposed to go and for someone to bring her to Natalie. I handed her it.
'When you get to the camp, show this note to the first army guy you see, alright? They’ll take you to a friend of mine called Natalie, you can trust her.’ She nodded, stared at the note for a moment, and handed it back to me.
'Well, a different army guy, silly.’ I said.
'Uh-huh...’ The young girl replied. I could hear a helicopter coming in.
'Be good for me, Alexia. I’ll see you soon.’ I said. The helicopter landed nearby, and it was loaded with half a dozen civilians, along with the ADF crew. One soldier helped Alexia up into the helicopter, and another one jumped down to me. He was a heavy weapons soldier- thick armor, fully automatic shotgun, and a massive box of ammo on his back.
'Captain Rogers, sah!’ The Raccoon said with a thick accent. The helicopter lifted off behind him just as another soldier leapt off. Clyde, complete with new robotic arm and some serious bandages walked over to me. I also noticed Alexia waving goodbye to me as the helicopter left. I waved back.
'Good ta see ya, sir.’ Clyde said. 'A general and all? Well, I’ll be...’
'Spoils of war, I guess. So, just you two?’ I asked.
'Just us, Sah! We wanted to give ya some supportins out here!’ Rogers said. I couldn’t place his accent, nor his odd slang. 'With all of ta Demons bullshit, ADf couldn’t spare a full squad, sah!’ As he said that, there was a roll of thunder and it started pouring on our heads.
'Sorry to rain on your parade, mate- but there’s some hostiles comin’!’ Clyde said, pointing behind me. I turned and saw a group of Beasts running our way- one was a Basilisk.
'Get them! Rid their brains from their puny skulls!’ The Basilisk roared.
'Fuck you too!’ I shouted back at it in the Beasts’ tongue, which confused the hell out of Rogers and Clyde. 'I’ll explain later.’ I said to them. They both shrugged and readied their weapons- Rogers’s automatic shotgun, Clyde with his explosive, and me with the good old Revenge.
'Attack!’ I shouted, and we ran in. I quickly blasted down a Demon and then reloaded. Rogers’s automatic shotgun was doing a massive amount of killing, flattening a Demon every few seconds. An explosion sent more flying, courtesy of Clyde. One second, I had my axe in a Demon’s face, then the next second I found myself bouncing along the ground, knocked by the massive Basilisk. I brushed myself off and fired a flare into its face, melting it and causing it to fall dead.
I heard the steady chunk-chunk-chunk of Rogers’s automatic as it obliterated dozens of Demons. One thing’s for sure, that massive gun used shit tons of ammo. Clyde was more conservative with his ammo, only using explosives when there was a group. He may not ever be entirely sober, but he was a damn good demolitions man. Shortly, the attackers were destroyed.
Rogers dropped his massive gun to the ground and stretched. ‘Damn good job, guys!’ He said.
‘You too, mates.’ Clyde said. He looked his shotgun over. ‘Me shotgun’s busted! Aw, bloody hell.’ He said, tossing the almost bent in half gun away.
‘Alright, gents. We got through that shit. And we have a job to do.’ I said.
‘Could you first explain why you basically roared at them, sah? Like how they do to us?’ Rogers asked.
‘Let’s just say some of their shit got in me.’ I said.
‘Sah, why was your face near their asses...?’ I laughed.
‘Damn it man, stop being so literal! Some of the virus that creates these things is dormant in my bloodstream. It isn’t a problem now. A new Beast got it in my bloodstream- looks insectoid. Stay the fuck away from those, and kill them from long range. They explode in a gas that causes the same effect a Kisser can do, but to more people and much quicker. Promise me you’ll keep the fuck away from them, alright?’ I said.
'Aye, General.’ Clyde said.
'Yeah, sah!’ Rogers exclaimed.
‘And of course, there’s our mission. We need to get ahold of a vehicle, first off. Something fast. You both obviously know the London eye, that Ferris wheel, yeah? The Beasts are building something there. We’re not sure what, but they’re building something. Which means something else is controlling them giving them intelligence enough to design and plan. And I understand them, so I know enough to easily say they have intelligence; and that’s a bad thing. They even have a name for me. I’m called Savior by the civilians I save, Hero by my allies, General by my comrades in arms, and Destroyer by my enemies. I am a man of many names, sadly. Anyhow, be careful. They are intelligent, vicious, and deadly.’ I said. I suddenly heard a thwack and found a bone spike jutting from my stomach. I unsteadily turned to see a Lurcher standing with triumph. I fell flat on my face as I pulled out the spike, and my two allies blew the Lurcher to bits. I was bleeding out... but the hole that my intestines were hanging out of was getting smaller. I suddenly found the hole gone, and I got up. My jacket know had a massive blood stain on it to couple with the gash in it.
'Fucking hell sah, where’s your injury?’ Rogers asked as he unloaded a jam in his shotgun.
'I... I’m not sure.’ I said. The only problem now was that my lower torso was cold from the rain. 'Doesn’t matter, this rain is getting stronger. Did any of you guys watch the forecast before you went out today?’ I then asked.
‘There was a tropical storm coming through, I think. But that was supposed to be tomorrow...’ Clyde said. 'And it’s getting late. Trevor mate, should we get to some shelter, hold out until the storm’s over?’
'No- the Beasts won’t stop because of some rain and wind. We have to find what they’re even doing. Come on.’ I said. They both saluted, although Clyde’s was a bit unsteady, and then they followed.

We all ducked into respective doorways in one street that was full of different shops. A Leviathan was marching down the street.
‘I’ll lay some explosive, mates. Blow it ta hell.’ Clyde said. He then threw out some chunks of C-4, and held his hand over the detonator. He took a sip of some beer he picked up as he waited. The Leviathan marched slowly, its anchor-weapon being half-way dragged. It walked through a wrecked ADF jeep, crushing quite a bit of ammo and weapons, including a sniper rifle. I groaned when it did that- I wasn’t at my best without a rifle like that. The Leviathan neared the C-4.
‘Now!’ I whispered. Clyde and I were in the same doorway, and Rogers was on the other side of the street- Rogers didn’t hear me.
‘Wait just a sec...’ Clyde said. It walked past the explosives, then he detonated them. It ripped a massive crater in the street and nearby shops and tore the damn thing’s legs off. It slammed to the ground face first, roaring in agony.
'Damn good work!’ Rogers shouted as he loaded a dozen shells into the Leviathan’s skull. It stopped quivering.
I was already at the jeep, searching for supplies. I tossed a box of shotgun shells into my jacket and gave a few grenades to Clyde. Rogers decided to pick up a large revolver as a sidearm, and I grabbed more ammo for the 9MM pistol I’ve had for awhile. I then went to the back and opened the slightly crushed trunk. Inside was a so-called anti-tank rifle, with the large bullets; actually, a whole box of the damn things. Not as good as the Bloody Talon, but easier to get ammo for.
I strapped a bandolier of the ammo clips it used (four shots a clip) to my chest alongside the shotgun shells, and then put a few more cartridges in my pocket. I strapped the gun itself to my back.
‘Good find, sah.’ Rogers commented.
‘Alright then team, we still need to find a vehicle.’ I said.
‘Trevor, mate- look over here.’ Clyde said, pointing with his beer to a side road. A diesel truck was parked in the road, flatbed trailer still attached. The driver was on the ground; he had been pulled out and ripped to shreds.
'Nice work, Clyde.’ I said, patting him on the back as I walked towards the truck. The massive vehicle was painted a dark red, and someone had attached a large amount of spikes to its front in a vain effort to push their way through the hordes. A few bodies were still skewered on it, actually. 'I’ll drive, Clyde’ll take the passenger seat. Rogers, you got the back! Cover our tails as we drive, got that?’ I said.
'Righty-O, sah!’ He said, pulling himself onto the back.
'Why am I the one in the front with ya?’ Clyde asked.
'I don’t need you teetering off the side with that beer of yours. At least Rogers is sober.’ I said. I knocked his drink away as we got in- Clyde stared at the shattered bottle like I had just thrown his child to the ground.
I found the key still in the ignition, and I activated it. The truck rumbled to life, and Clyde hopped right in when he heard that sound. I slowly drove out into the main road.
I rung up Peterson on the walkie-talkie.
'Peterson, how far away are we from their construction?’ I asked him. His voice was again faint from a bad signal, but it was there.
'Keep down that road for the next mile, then pass through the roads in the city until you reach the Eye, pretty simple.’ Peterson said. I could hear a faint signal over him.
'Wait a minute, Peterson; I’m hearing another signal.’ I said. I tuned it in- it was in the growled tongue that the Beasts used, so only I understood it. Damn glad I did.
'...Brothers! Sisters! The time approaches! The gateway has almost been built, and the 2nd Ouroboros will be free! We can end the current reign on this world, and start anew here! Brothers and sisters, the completion of the gates approaches, and it comes on swift wings! This is our divine right, to take this land from the unjust! The Destroyer will tremble at this new Ouroboros, and he will be subjugated! Stand solid, brothers and sisters, your glory awaits!...’
That was all I needed to hear. I tuned into Peterson again.
'Peterson, they’re building a spacial gate! They’re going to let in something- Sounds like another Gatekeeper!’ I shouted.
'Trevor, I have no clue what the fuck a Gatekeeper is.’ Peterson replied. I slammed down on the gas pedal.
'I fought one while in hell. The only way I fucking killed the thing was using a Ship-buster; damn it man, it’s two dozen miles long! The Trickster must use his meddling to create a beast that size, but god damn it, we have to stop them from opening that gate!’
'What? Are you sure?!’ Peterson replied. I noticed Clyde next to me, looking downright horrified. I hadn’t told really anyone about my struggles in Hell.
'Yes, very! Get everything you’ve got down there- it opens, and we’re fucked!’ I shouted. I switched off the walkie talkie and slowed the truck down. 'Fucking hell, I’m scared. I really am. I’m scared for myself, and I’m sacred for this planet. One of those gets here, and we’re all probably fucked...’ I muttered.
'But we have ta try, right, mate?’ Clyde said.
'I do suppose we do.’ I responded. I slammed down the gas again.

'We’re detecting a massive concentration of Beasts, all units be on alert. All free units converge on the previous site of the London Eye...’ The broadcast said. I stopped the truck in between two of the larger buildings in the vicinity. I packed all my weapons, then ordered Clyde and Rogers to follow me up the fire escape of a nearby building.
'Trevor, we’re sending whoever we can to go give you backup! Hold out, there’s a helicopter coming your way.’ Peterson said. We ducked onto the roof of the apartment building, and I took a look over the side.
The buildings past this one for half a kilometer had been leveled to the ground, and the area was full of Beasts. Thousands of them, seemingly. The Eye had been replaced with a massive rickety-looking wooden and metal frame that was in a vague circle shape. It had a small part missing near the top, and Demons were climbing it while carrying scrap parts. It was obviously the gate that was mentioned. I looked through the scope down near the base of it- something was working on a massive radio set near the base. I increased the magnification.
It can’t be.... It can’t! I heard the Raven say. The humanoid creature nearby the radios was reptilian and quite large- at least ten feet. It wore a sophisticated helmet and some type of rig on its back. The tail was very long, and was used as a third hand. I caught a glimsp of the red-scaled face- it had four eyes, two on either end. I then noticed two all-too familiar weapons leaning on the radios- the demonic Revenge and Bloody Talon! I aimed at its head and fired.
Suddenly I saw it had blocked the massive shot with a metal shield- its reflexes were amazingly high! Same ability of the Unholy Saint ages ago.
‘The Destroyer and his unholy allies have arrived.’ It said through damn near every radio in the area. Even my walkie-talkie crackled with its devilish voice. I gave it the finger and reloaded my rifle.
‘Hero, even you may not be able to destroy the creature at the base of the gate. It’s a Distributor.’ The Raven said.
‘What? I met a few in Hell- they helped me, actually! Why the fuck is this one so dangerous?’ I muttered.
‘I think it wants a new planet.’
I stared the Distributor down from my position.
‘Hero- your name is Trevor, yes? Come down here; we shall have a duel. I am a creature of honor- you win, I shall call off my Beasts. You lose, and the gate will be finished, and I shall rule this world on your bones. Come down, Trevor. Let’s finish this.’ It said in Beast Speak.
Clyde and Rogers looked at me, confused.
'I best get down there, haven’t I? I’ve been challenged to a duel.’ I said, walking over to a ladder down the building. I slid down it, and landed in the crowd of Beasts. They stepped aside to open me a path, Goliaths making the walls of it. A cold wind blew down the path, making me shiver. The wind and rain didn’t stop, and lighting struck the gate, igniting part of it. But the Beasts didn’t seem to care.
I stepped onto the podium the Distributor had set up, the Revenge ready. Now, I could get a closer look at the creature. It was heavily muscled, and could easily lift the veritable cannon of the Bloody Talon with one arm. The rig on its back seemed to be some sort of radio system, with radio dishes and antennas extending off of it. The helmet didn’t have a full face-mask, allowing the short snout to be seen. When it spoke, the jaw split into three pieces instead of the expected two.
‘The duel is to the death; no restrictions on weapons or armor, just no trickery. Shall we begin?’ The Distributor said.
‘I suppose we shall.’ I replied.
‘We shall do this like gentlemen. 10 paces back, then we begin.’ The Distributor replied. We walked ten paces.
‘BEGIN!’ It roared. One of the Bloody Talon’s massive shots flew past my head and impacted against a speaker nearby, demolishing it. I fired of the Revenge in its face, but the pellets barely dented its thick scales. It switched to its Revenge, the chainsaws on it roaring.
I fired the anti-tank rifle right at the demonic Revenge, but the shot bounced off.
‘This weapon will not fall to a cheap shot like that.’ The Distributor growled. It swung its Revenge down, chewing a gash into the ground. I slammed the Revenge’s axe into its neck, making it roar. It shoved me off, bleeding. The massive amount of Beasts watching roared when he did that- a cheer, I presume.
‘Trevor, sir- we’re coming in. Prepare for hell.’ A voice said through my walkie-talkie. The Distributor didn’t understand it. No, damn it- not now! I can stop this!
I side-stepped when the Distributor’s Revenge fired off, shattering the floor. I got behind the Distributor and put the end of the anti-tank rifle to its head and fired. The Distributor got flung to the ground with a loud metallic noise, but the front end of the rifle exploded with the force. I tossed the blasted chunk of metal away sorrowfully, hoping to find another soon.
I heard the faint sound of a large helicopter coming from behind the buildings. Then I heard the planes.
Holes quickly appeared in the crowd of Beasts with flashes of light, sound, and gore. The planes had gone over so quickly I had barely even noticed them; I only heard their sonic boom.
‘Trevor, you bastard! I thought you were honorable! I will destroy this planet with all the fiery fury of my destroyed race!’ It roared.
‘No, no! I didn’t call that in! That wasn’t me!’ I responded as the ground shook again. A large, dual-propeller helicopter flew overhead, four people on its four machineguns. The portal partially exploded, chunks of wood and metal tumbling towards us.
‘RRAAGGHH! You will regret this!’ The Distributor cried out, running off the podium. The helicopter landed where it was standing.
‘What the fuck did you do that for?!’ I shouted to Peterson, who had jumped out of the helicopter. Bay and a few soldiers were behind him.
‘It’s called backup, Trevor. Even you can’t destroy that many.’ He replied.
‘He’s right, Trev.’ Bay said.
‘Their leader had set up a duel with me- if I had won, they would’ve left the planet! Now they’re going to fight even harder!’ I shouted back.
‘Yeah Peterson, why’d you do it?’ Bay said to Peterson.
‘How was I supposed to know?’ Peterson said. Clyde and Rogers found their way to us.
‘Ya really know how ta be flashy, don’t ya?’ Clyde said.
‘That wasn’t supposed to happen...’ I said. ‘We need to find that creature, and stop it. Everyone, into the helicopter! Move out!’ I shouted, and we dashed into it. It took off as the bombers decimated the gate and the Beasts.
I pushed into the pilot’s cockpit and told him where to go.
‘Hang on gentlemen, this ride’s going to be rough!’ The pilot shouted, his helicopter having a hard time keeping in the air with the massive storm blowing around us. I took one of the machine guns next to Bay.
‘Bay, please tell me that Natlie’s safe. And hopefully Alexia as well.’ I said, fearing for the both of them.
‘Alexia was that blue jay kid, yeah? With the plush dog? She’s fine, and sticking with Natalie. The ADF’s taking them to a base in Germany, where Natalie’s expertise may be useful in fighting these monsters. The kid’s staying with her.’ Bay replied.
‘And the others- Shane and whatnot?’ I asked.
‘Going with her.’
I breathed a sigh of relief. I breathed it a few seconds too soon- a Regenerator flung itself at the helicopter, its massive bulk knocking it off balance. I almost fired a flare in its face, and then reached for its tendrils. Bay slammed her katana into its head, making it roar but not die. She was also stomping its hand that was holding on.
I then heard the loud metallic screech as the helicopter’s rotors ground away on the buildings, and we crashed.

I woke up amidst the flames with one of the rotors embedded in my stomach. I ripped it out with a scream and then waited for it to heal. It did within a few seconds, and I got up. The Revenge had landed in the ground with its axe in the dirt- I picked it up. The rest of my weapons were gone, and I had no ammo for the Revenge. The flames flickered in the wind and rain, giving unreliable lighting.
'Hero, get into that building. I can try to give you some help.’ The Raven said. I walked in, the Revenge on my side.
'Where’s everyone else? Are they...?’ I whispered.
'Many of them, yes. You stepped over Clyde without noticing; his explosive were the reason why the helicopter was in many small pieces. You probably have parts of him on your shoes.’
I examined the bottom of my boots. The whole boot was stained in blood, like always.
'Rogers took a similar landing to you, but he instead crushed the metal due to his armor. He staggered off thinking you were all dead. Peterson was killed in one of the blasts. Those other soldiers didn’t survive but one, and he died pretty quickly after waking up. Bay was thrown free of the helicopter, and she’s holed up in the second floor of this building right now. But first, see that deck of cards?’ The Raven said. The room I had entered was some sort of recreational hall; and someone had wanted to play a card game on the table but didn’t get a chance.
'Draw the top card.’
I did. A 7 of Hearts. I then found a weapon at my feet; an AK-47 with two spare cartridges taped to the side. That wasn’t there before. Oh well, it has power. I would’ve hoped for a shotgun.
'Your doing?’ I asked as I slid the extra cartridges into my pocket.
'I’m not allowed to directly help you, but I can leave things up to chance. Every time you find a deck, draw the top card.’ The Raven said. 'Now get to your friend.’
'I will.’ I replied. I didn’t feel the Raven’s presence in my head any more.
I walked up the stairs and almost got my head sliced off by Bay’s sword.
'Jesus Trevor, warn me when you’re coming my way!’ She shouted. She had hastily bandaged her leg- obviously injured. 'Wait, how are you alive? I saw you skewered like yesterday’s kebab on that chunk of metal. No one could’ve survived that.’ She said.
'Very long story. But it’s me, not some demonic twin. Believe me, those fuckers look different.’ I said.
'I’m going to have to believe its you. Is your walkie-talkie in shape?’ Bay asked. I noticed her SMG was gone. My Walkie-talkie was gone as well. I shook my head.
'Damn. Isn’t ADF withdrawing from London?’
'Seems like.’ I replied. We were silent for a moment.
'Do you have a plan?’ Bay asked.
'I’m thinking.’ I replied.
'Oh. Sorry.’ Bay said.
We were low on ammo, and Bay was injured. Simply, we needed a big vehicle. Preferably that diesel truck I was using before, but that was destroyed in the bombing. If we can find a vehicle that isn’t an Auto-killer, we’d be lucky.
If we did find a vehicle, the next step would be to find a broadband radio- we could tune into the ADF civilian broadcasts, find the evacuation ship. All it would fall down to was getting there on time.
'We need a big ass truck, and then a radio.’ I finally said to Bay.
'That’s it?’ She asked.
'I was never much of a plan builder. Enough power, and you can get through damn near anything.’ I replied. 'Look for a broadband radio in this building. We can use that to figure out if the ADF is still in Britain.’
'Right, I’ll look.’ Bay replied. She went up the next flight of stairs, and I took a look around the room while thinking. A Distributor, huh? How did one of those guys survive? How did he get control of the Trickster’s Beasts? And why?
Ugh- too many questions, not enough answers.
I ducked down to look in some drawers. Nothing.
Perhaps this Distributor wanted to conduct Vengeance somehow- no, that can’t be right. This is the Raven’s planet, and the Trickster caused the Distributors’ destruction! At least, that’s what he said...
I got up, and for a brief moment I saw my face, but what I should of looked like now if it wasn’t for the Raven’s help. Curled horns, glowing red eyes, teeth sharp as daggers, and the scales enlarged and jagged. A fire seemed to burn from deep within my throat. But that visage of my nightmares lasted for about half a second, then it was gone. I was afraid. Afraid something like that would happen to me, like I always have been. But now, that future’s inching ever so closer.
'Found one!’ Bay shouted. I ran up the stairs to the floor she was on, and she tossed me the wood-sided radio. I fiddled around with the channel and then found the ADF broadcast channel.
'All survivors in London proceed to either the city limits or our carrier moored at the docks just past the London airport. There is safety, food, and shelter there. Go. Message repeats.’
I switched the radio off and tied it by its cowhide handle to my belt.
'Alright, that’s one thing down. Now for the truck.’ I said. We climbed down the stairs and exited the building, back into the wreckage of the helicopter. We both looked around, trying to spot a working truck. All we found was a chopper-like motorcycle in an alleyway. It had large exhaust pipes, bright green chrome paint, and a real leather seat.
'Alright, no truck. I’ll just have to dodge the bastards.’ I said, revving the vehicle. Bay jumped on behind me, and I handed her the AK-47. 'Try not to shoot that right next to my ears, please.’
'Alright.’ Bay replied. I drove the chopper out into the street. All I had to do was backtrack in this storm. Lightning struck nearby, igniting a roof. It was the “GO!” sign.
I was off to a good start, and the chopper had a mostly full tank of gas. The giant rear wheel left tracks when I turned sharply, which I had to.
I sped down a riverside path with the chopper’s engine roaring. Demons started trying to rush us.
'Shoot them down!’ I shouted. She rattled off one of the cartridges taking down only six of them. Bay then realized that she couldn’t reload unless she let go of me- that would mean falling off of the chopper.
'Trevor, I can’t reload! I’m going to fall if I try!’ She shouted over the rushing wind.
'Then use your sword!’ I replied loudly. She tossed away the AK-47 and then drew her sword, holding it with one hand, which wasn’t how those swords worked. She’s going to have a hard time.
I sped past the blown up bits of the gate and the field of gore that the bombers left, only having to deal with a few Demons. Bay sliced them up well.
There was a massive rumble of thunder, and then the wind really picked up. I just narrowly avoided a wooden cart coming our way due to wind.
'God damn, how much wind do you reckon this is?’ I asked.
'Too, too much!’ Bay replied. Lightning struck again, this time hitting something explosive. a building in front of us started coming down. I slid us under it just before it slammed to the ground in a massive crash.
'Fucking hell, that was close.’ I commented, looking back at the rubble.
'But it’s not over yet! Here come the shipping lines!’ Bay replied as we entered the docks area. I took a sharp left as I followed the shoreline, just avoiding the fury of the storm. Wind sent things tumbling from their cranes, or sent parts of buildings flying. I leapt my chopper from a collapsed shipping container, and I almost did a barrel roll in the air due to the wind. One of the wheel hoods bounced away, knocked free by a hard landing.
'Crane, crane, crane!’ Bay shouted, pointing to our left. I looked to our left, just more containers. I looked up to see a massive 100-foot tall crane falling, part of it on fire. It was falling in line with us- mostly. It landed ahead of us, sending rubble and chunks of it flying. I ramped off of one of its solid struts, jumping the burning metal. The ground rolled as thunder went off again.
The tides were massive, steadily lapping onto the concrete. A particularly large wave was carrying a tugboat, and it slammed straight onto the concrete ground, cracking it. I sped just behind it as it was sliding.
A Demon leapt at us from some crates, deciding to hang onto the front. It got crushed by the back wheel, but not before pulling off some more of the green chrome casing on the chopper. A clusterfuck of them were ahead.
'There’s a ramp!’ Bay shouted over the storm. She was pointing to a car carrier truck that had obviously been loading cars into containers. I hit the truck and vaulted over the horde, landing painfully hard on the concrete. The horde started chasing us.
I could see the navy blue ADF carrier in the distance, being rocked by the waves.
'We’re almost there! Come on chopper, hold out for me!’ I shouted. It had less than half a tank.
The thunder rumbled again, and I just concentrated on my driving. The wind canceled out most of the noise.
Something else exploded, and freight containers bounced our way. The doors on either end of one flung themselves open and I sped through it, the motor on the chopper going flat out. Bay was hanging onto me for dear life.
I noticed the fact that the carrier was leaving, but they had a ramp still up. A Demon tried to slow me down with its body, but I kicked it away fiercely. I hit the ramp hard, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze. The rain, getting blown almost sideways. The lightning, striking a building in the distance. And the fury of the storm, wanting to destroy us all.
I slammed down onto the metal, the chopper grinding against it. Bay tumbled off, but I stayed on to try to stop it from crashing into the crowd of refuges. I halted it and got off, aching. The chopper had become little more than a smoking wreck, and Bay looked pretty injured herself. I helped her up in front of the astounded refuges and ADF troopers. Bay had suffered some serious scraps all down her left side where she skidded- I did too, but mine had healed.
'Someone get the medic instead of just standing there!’ I said. Someone dashed through the crowds.
'Aw damn it, this hurts.’ Bay said. 'But thanks for risking all of that just to get me out.’
'Don’t mention it.’ I replied. A feline in a white medic’s suit came to help Bay. I then noticed Bay still had her sword somehow, even through all of that shit.
'Sir, we thought you were dead. Your helicopter registered a termination signal.’ An ADF soldier said to me.
'Yeah, it crashed. But we survived. Never write off people as dead when there’s a chance, even if it is very small.’ I said to him. I pushed my way into the lower decks of the boat.

I found Natalie in one of the on board labs.
'Trev, you big lug! Are you doing alright? I heard your helicopter crashed!’ She said when I walked in. I sat down on the nearby chair, next to hers and her equipment.
'It did. Only Bay and I survived.’ I replied. I leaned back on the wall. 'Ugh, I’m so tired. Tired of this shit, tired of my struggles...’
'I’ve also heard reports you’re able to understand the Beasts now and that you have regenerative abilities. Can you explain?’ Natalie asked.
'Let’s just say, I kinda got infected. Our mutual friend, the Raven, helped me conquer the virus, but it’s still inside.’ I replied. 'And it’s more than just the regeneration and being able to understand the damn things. I keep seeing myself as one of them, as some sort of ruling Beast.’ I looked in a small mirror on the wall. I saw the same reflection, yet my normal one didn’t come back. I looked at my hands- they were still normal.
'Can I take a sample of your blood?’ Natalie asked. I nodded and held out my arm.
'No need for alcohol or anything, it’ll heal automatically.’ I responded. She shrugged and jammed the needle in, which made me wince. Some blood came into the syringe, and then she withdrew. The pinprick sealed.
'Weird.’ Natalie said. She put some of the blood on a slide and put it in her microscope.
'I’m guessing you’ve been studying your medical stuff?’ I asked after a minute.
'Yeah.’ Natalie replied. She stopped moving the slide suddenly, then muttered something under her breath.
'What is it?’ I asked.
'Well, each of the Trickster’s Beasts has a different blood type. Demons have one, Goliaths have another, and so on. I have a small sample from that Regenerator you killed, and of course it has its own unique blood variety. Your blood has the normal cells, and yet has some similar to the Regenerator’s.’
'What do you mean, similar?’ I asked.
'Regenerators don’t have faces like that one you’ve described you have in mirrors. Also, the cell shape is slightly different. Can I take a DNA sample now?’ Natalie asked. 'I have a bad feeling.’
'Go on.’ I replied. She pried a scale up and used that.
'The verdict, doc?’ I asked. I placed the Revenge down, leaning against the wall.
'You best see this.’ Natalie said, getting up from the microscope. I sat down and looked into it.
'What am I looking at?’ I asked.
'Didn’t you learn genetics at school?’ She asked. I shook my head.
'Well, that would’ve been when you were human- that doesn’t help. I recognized your chameleon DNA in there, but a few strands are out of place. Some invisible force seems to be fixing them at the same time, though.’ Natalie remarked. She was right. Some parts were changing color, but then changing back. It was freaky.
'I’ve been doing the calculations in my head- if I’m right, the changes will progress slowly, but they will effect you in the end.’
'How long?’ I asked.
'A few years, unless something effects its rate of change.’ Natalie replied. I groaned, irritated.
'Is Alexia alright?’ I asked.
'The brave girl’s fine. Sleeping off the horrors in the next room. I don’t know how right she’ll be in the head in a few years, though.’ Natalie replied. 'There’s a few beds in there, get some sleep, Trev.’
I nodded, took the Revenge, and walked out of the room and into the next. Alexia was in one of the beds, occasionally twitching and tightly hugging her stuffed dog. I sat down in the bed next to hers and slid the Revenge under mine. I laid down, and quickly fell asleep, with turmoil in my mind.