Konrad merely laughed at the notion of the end of the world. Many before him had claimed such, and none of it was true. "Well I'm motherfucking jesus bitch, I'm sure I'd survive the end of the world." Konrad smirked as he didn't hold a candle to a word the boy said. "And fuck god. He can show his signs, send his angels, speak to me himself, I still wouldn't give a fuck. The fact that he doesn't do anything to men like us is proof that god is simply useless. Cruel force of nature? Doesn't seem like a hole in the ground is going to swallow me. Highly disappointed? Well he can go fuck himself too. Where was he during the holocaust? The Cambodian Massacre? When 250,000 American soldiers were KIA in the battle of Jerusalem? Where was he when my wife fucking died? Hmm?" Konrad grew angry. Mention of God? God was dead. The god-believers could sing their songs of faith, praise god until the end of days- It would just blind them from the truth. God had abandoned them to fend for themselves. "And I don't make bets. I deal with absolutes- Meaning I'd kick your ass back to Timbuktu. I've trained with the best. I know Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Systema, and Vovinam. What, you going to fight me through brute strength? Sorry kid, you'd be crying your ass off when they have to reattach your dangling jaw. Yes, I would like to break all your ribs to teach you a lesson, but unfortunately the agency doesn't believe in that kind of punishment anymore. The prisoner won't remember it as effectively. Now what you would remember.... Someone else will pay for your trouble."

Konrad walked away, unwilling to speak philosophy with the prisoners. He entered a room where Lilith was being held for the torture session. Seeing Father in the room, he gave a nod of recognition and walked over to him. " Showtime in a few minutes. We'll put on a show. You do anything to her yet? You deserve some fun once in a while too you know."

Father had been gazing at the still unconscious Lilith but he turned to look at Konrad when the man entered the room. He smiled cheerfully as he turned back to the girl on the table. "No, not yet. I've just been observing. I am curious to know how two beings considered to be enemies are able to coexist in a single body. I wonder, if we cut her open will it be two different people on the inside?" He asked with a crazy little giggle.

"Nothing as serious as that my friend. We can bring her to the brink of death, but not past it. It could be simply split personality disorder... Maybe psychologically? We'll find those things out later." Konrad flipped a switch, and suddenly they were live- A large TV screen where the supernaturals were allowed them to see the whole ordeal play out it 2550p. "I present to you, my wonderful volunteer, Lilith! She'll be subjugated to hours of excruciating pain. Don't worry- She'll be almost dead by the end of the show! Now, lets wake her up! Wouldn't want her to miss out on the fun!" Picking up a stun baton, he sent a million volt charge into Lilith's face.

Her body jolted and strained against the steel bands pinning her arms and legs to the table. A loud and startled cry escaped her and her eyes flashed open, iris's blood red as she hissed and glared up at Konrad. She bared her fangs as her muscles trembled and twitched from the shock to the face. "Untie me you bastard!" She snarled, trying to jerk her limbs free from the bonds. Father giggled and appeared at her side, smiling down at her wickedly. "Why on earth would we do that? The fun has only begun!" He giggled again.

Konrad simply similed and put his attention on her hand. Maybe losing a finger or two would prove to be an excellent way to keep the supers out of trouble. " Those are pretty hands you got there.... You want to be married someday? Too bad. Davis, take both of her ring fingers off. However you wish to do so is your choice, but don't cut all her fingers alright? You gotta enjoy in moderation."

"Let her go!" Jason screamed at the Tv. He looked around at the other supers. He clenched his fists in anger and began to mutter chants under his breath. His power willing a special someone to come above ground. Konrad wanted a torcher session, Jason would give him a torcher session.

Father pouted slightly but shrugged and grabbed something off of a tray with a delighted smile. He waved the scalpel in Lilith's face, giggling as her eyes widened and she thrashed around in her bonds, hisses and snarls escaping her as she glared daggers at the crazed man. "You touch me and I will tear your eyeballs out and make you eat them!" She growled. Father merely smiled. "Brave words coming from a helpless little girl strapped in metal bonds to a table." He said cheerfully, pushing his glasses further up his nose and he peered down at the demon girl.

"What color is your blood little girl? We'll find out soon enough." He whispered then got to work. He rested the edge of the blade gently against the knuckle of her ring finger, making her tense. He laughed once more before he pressed down hard with the blade, moving it back and forth as he broke the skin. Lilith gasped and tried to jerk her hand away but was unable to. Father continued to move the knife back and forth, listening as Lilith's gasps turned into cries which then turned in screams as he reached bone and began sawing the blade back and forth. Blood ran down the table and dripped off the edge, soon pooling on the floor besides the mans feet.

When Father eventually cut off through the remaining skin and the finger fell and landed on the floor, Lilith was whimpering and gasping, body twitching as tears streamed down her face. Father adjusted his glasses, smearing blood on the frames and his cheek. "Well, it seems your blood is the same as the rest of ours, how boring." He stated as he circled the table and rested the bloody knife against the demon girls right ring finger. Lilith shook her head weakly before she closed her eyes, took weak to hold onto her control over the body. The violet hair darkened the brown and when the eyes opened again they were no longer a bright red but a bright blue.

The left ring finger remained a bloody stump, the wings, eyes, and hair being the only things that changed with the soul swap. Layla whimpered, gazing up at the man with pleading, tear-filled eyes. "P-Please..P-Please d-don't.." She cried but she was ignored and the process began again. This time however the screams were higher in pitch and louder, the angel being more susceptible to the pain than Lilith had been. When the finger dropped to the floor to join its partner, Layla was unable to scream anymore, her voice hoarse. Father set the bloody tool aside and examined the girl. Her eyes were closed and little whimpers and moans of pain would escape her as her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Jason watched this and knew that he couldn't handle any of this anymore. "You want torcher Konrad, I'll give you torcher." He growled as he spun on the two guards, glaring at each of them. He knew Konrad was coming back. The boy had a special surprise waiting for him, and when he escaped, Konrad and Father's lives were his to play with.

Dark Matter glared at Konrad as he gave his rebuttal. Before he could continue their little discussion, Jason stepped in and attacked Konrad as well. The dark creature watched with anger filled in his heart as Konrad spoke, imagining what it would feel like to slice his throat open and drink his blood. Dark was brought back from his evil thoughts at the sound of Konrad leaving and closing the door that sealed them all within these walls."He's right, you know." Dark crossed his arms and said, speaking to Jason but not looking over to him."He would wipe the floor with either of us, perhaps both of us, in a fair fight." Then Dark's mouth twitched."That's why we don't fight fair."

Dark Matter turned and walked over to his chair where he always sat, and did so. He turned towards the television as it was suddenly switched on. Dark couldn't remember how many of these torture sessions he had watched in this same change. How many people had lost limbs and eyes on that same table. He'd been here too long. When Dark spoke to Konrad, he hadn't been thinking of the girl. He hadn't been considering morals. Dark had only been trying to get under Konrad's skin. It hadn't worked, though. Those talks never yielded much of anything. Dark Matter stared at the television screen in silence. There was a feeling in Dark's chest, one that only ever rose up when someone innocent sat on that table. Perhaps it was pity. Perhaps it was some sick joy from watching a child suffer. He didn't know, nor did he wish to discover which was true.

Dark glanced over at Jason as the boy gave in to rage. Dark was going to shrug it off as him being emotional, but when Jason turned on the guards..He knew something was going to go down. Jason may have snapped, and looked to be about to do something stupid."Jason.." Dark warned."Don't."

Adrian had hurried off to his room and had been punching the make shift dummy he had made, the dull thudding echoed in his ears.

He knew what was about to come and he didn't want to hear it, he had shut off all his eyes and was back in his world of darkness, he saw nothing and heard every sound clearly. Seeing it would be worse then hearing, if only by a margin.

He punched the same places he had punched a thousand times, he punched the way he punched when he was nervous.

The screams.

It had begun, Adrian faltered when he heard the girl begin to shriek in pain, he wondered what they were doing to her, what was so terrible a strong willed person like her could give out and scream like that.

He didn't want to find out, Adrian punched harder and faster, fighting no enemy other then his own vivid imagination and the sounds that blasted from that accursed TV

Oh god the screams

These were the sort of sounds Adrian could hear all to well, they stabbed into his ear and burrowed into his brain, plaguing it from the inside for days and nights, keeping him awake, and keeping him in fear

Adrian punched so hard he lost all form, he was just throwing wide swings and hopping they made a loud enough sound.

He hit hard spots over and over and didn't seem to care, he had his eyes shut so furiously it began to hurt, he was trying so hard to not get angry and try to punch a hole in that TV, he was trying so hard to punch loud enough, his teeth were grit and his fists were beginning to bleed.

He was done, he couldn't handle it anymore.

He clambered into his bed clumsily and slapped his hands to his ears.

The screams were driving him insane, they stretched on for eons, he wished so badly to help her, to make it all stop.

He began to shake, quite uncontrollably, he couldn't get the sound out.

Adrian had found another telltale heart.

Idera watched the boy run out of the room and she heard the screaming. Idera, a soft hearted person, had tears flow from her eyes. She followed the boy who ran out and heard punching from the room. Imma, unable to locate her sister, looked around the room in a scared way. "Where did Idera go?"

Idera quickly walked toward the room where the punching was happening and knocked softly. She heard the screams and tears ran down her cheeks. She was used to hearing screams. She was always the one screaming. Idera closed her eyes and wiped the tears away. No sense in crying. Idera knew that crying was a weakness and she tried to show as little as possible and only kept her baby act.

Imma ran up to the door and banged on it as hard as she could. "Let her out of there! You monsters!" She was basically throwing herself at the door.

Adrian had been trying to find ways to escape the sound, he forced himself to focus on any other sound he could locate, a soft rustle of his sheets, a few steps outside, a soft knocking sound

wait...

Adrian took his hands off his ears, he tried to hear the last sound again, but nothing presented itself...

he hesitantly opened his hand, he let himself see through it once more, but his normal room was all that was shown him.

He closed it again and switched his eyesight to the one drawn on the wall parallel to his door, a person was actually standing there

that was weird.

Adrian debated on just leaving it and pretending not to notice, it wouldn't be too surprising would it?...

He sighed and made his way to the door, having switched back to his hand to see once more, the door slid open and he stood with his hand in front of him, waving with it slightly

"H...Hello?", he tried not to twitch at every shriek but he couldn't stop himself, he could pretty well guess what the person was here for, but he didn't know how much he could do...

"D-Do you n-need help?" he said shakily, he didn't really know what to say, he just wanted the door to be closed, it held out some sound at least...

Idera saw the boy come to the door and she gave him her best big-eyed,worried look. She knew it was a defense mechanism, but she needed someone to protect her and her sister wasn't going to be able to do it alone. Idera was used to trading protection for everything she had. Even her sanity. Idera looked up at him and said "I-I'm sorry. I-I heard punching and was worried." She noticed him flinch to the screeches from the young girl and said "are you not used to this?" She was completely at home with this place; with this fear. She had yet to meet someone who wasn't.

Adrian's expression saddened a bit further when the question was asked. With all the tie he had lived here he should have been far desensitized to all this, but it seemed Adrian couldn't ever get used to it, the tortured screams seemed to be something he couldn't feel comfortable around.

"I-I think I am.." he would have tried to smile a tiny bit but he couldn't manage, "D-do you need...help" he asked more rhetorically then anything, he moved a slight back away from the door, as some form of invitation. He didn't know what to do in this situation, he never really interacted with...people

"P-please close the door..." he said, he was forcing his hands to stay down, they were instinctively going to cover his ears, he was beginning to shake again, "It...m-makes it a bit m-more quiet..."

he had long switched away from using his hands to see, he had started flipping through each eye over and over, it took some attention away, but was in a way just another poison to his mind, it strained him mentally, though not as much as the screams...

As Idera noticed his invitation, she nodded and stepped in. She quickly closed the door behind her and she looked at him with big puppy dog eyes as she was used to giving men. "I-I need someone to protect me" she said bluntly. She wasn't going to beat around the bush. She never used too. "My sister is good at protecting me, but she isn't going to protect me for long." Idera looked up at him through her lashes. She knew nothing came for free. Not with the guys she's known in the past. "And in return, I'll give you what ever you want." She smiled softly at him, but she was dying inside again. She hated this part. In every situation she has been in, the guy always asked 'anything?' and she would have to give him anything. She mentally prepared herself to go to her happy place. She needed her happy place. Her full attention was on the young man standing in front of her, but her mind was not so forthcoming. Her mind went back to all the guys in the past; all the times she needed protection and never got it. She soon snapped out of her horrid day-mare and waited for the reaction of the guy she asked for protection from.

Adrian had begun gripping his arm tightly to stop himself from shaking, once the door closed he sighed at the slight relief of the noise, then he remembered how it was being made and he felt terrible inside again.

Adrian was snapped away from his self lament when the girl standing in front of him made a statement that caught him off guard.

Protection?

Could Adrian even protect himself? he wasn't so sure...

"Uhm..I..."

he turned over the plea in his mind, it made sense he supposed, to look for protection...but why him? he was probably one of the least likely here to put up a good fight...

but that wasn't an excuse

"A...Alright...B-but I can only p-promise to t-t-try...I'm n-not exactly Hercules..."

The boy didn't seem to register the girls offer for a short while, he "looked" down once he guessed at what she was thinking about.

"U-Um..i-in return..."

he paused, the screaming was still driving him insane

"H-how about...you tell me your n-name in return..."

He still hadn't placed his eyes anywhere else, he was trying hard to focus on anything other then the eternal suffering that echoed from that horrid television.

"I-I don't think y-you have an-anything else I w-would ask for..." he had lowered his voice even more then usual, even without the yelling one might not be able to hear him anymore, this place was worse then he thought, or perhaps...perhaps it was outside these walls that was worse then his expectations.

Did they have anywhere to run to?

Konrad kicked the now cut off fingers away as he walked towards Lillith/Layla. "Falling asleep are we? Perhaps a lullaby will help the process along." Walking behind Lilith/Layla, he grabbed her hand, and placed his fingers on Lillith/Layla's pinkie. "This little piggy decided to fuck with me." Konrad then swiftly broke her pinkie, contorting it out of shape. He then skipped to her middle finger, as her ring finger was now reduced to a stump. "This little piggy decided to bitch too much...." And he broke that finger too. Konrad continued until Lillith/Layla had left no finger intact....

Was he finished? Perhaps, he wasn't entirely sure he got the point across. Eh, if she was still conscious he'd have a "special" surprise for her. It would be simple, yet keep it in her mind not to ever try anything stupid and persuade others not to do so as well..

Layla's eyes flew open and she let out a hoarse cry, trying to arch away from the pain. More tears spilled from her eyes as she gasped in pain, her arms twitching as more agony shot up her arms. Father was giggling in delight as he watched Konrad break the rest of her fingers, reaching out and griding the heel of his palm against one of her damaged hands, causing the girl to let out a small scream that broke halfway through. "Heh heh, we can't have you falling asleep on us; there is so much more fun to be had." He cooed, grinding down harder. The angel was sobbing in earnest now, her whole body trembling and spasming as pain radiated from her hands and up her arms.

Idera's expression turned from puppy dog eyes to shock in an instant. "M-my name... my name is Idera." She stared at him for a moment, expecting a catch, before saying "uh... what... what's your name?" She was still in slight shock at the response. She was still waiting for that catch, but she figured it wasn't going to be as soon as the other guys. She heard more screams and she instantly felt her heart sink to her stomach.

Imma gripped her teeth. "Let her go! Please! I-I'll... I'll trade places with her! Just stop! We learned our lesson and we won't do it again! Please let her go!" She banged on the door a few more times. The side of her fists were turning black and blue as she slammed her fist against the door.

Sam looked up at the T.V. Unable to block out the sounds anymore. This was something..she shouldn't have done.

As the moment her eyes locked onto the T.V. her eyes widened with shock, her body locked in place. The only thing that moved was her jaw that was quivering.

The new Sam was actually the innocent Sam that was hidden away by the crazy and loopy Sam. A defense mechanism that not only protected her true innocence, but created a split personality. One that was very, very dangerous if the innocent Sam saw something like she just did. Her arms started trembling, shortly after her legs started trembling.

Her hands quickly shot up to her head, as if trying to contain something. Then it began happening, an audible click rang from her her, the very same click a gun makes when being cocked. "No...." she stood up, wavering around the room, and involuntarily smashed into a person. "No! I don't want to! I don't want to do it Samy! Leave me alone! I don't need you to protect me anymore!!!" A mental conflict spilling out of her. She smashed into a wall, leaving a indent.

Another click rang from her, this time it was louder. A few seconds later, another click, still louder than the last. Then it all stopped, she stood there, frozen and dumbfounded, until the last click rang, this one being so loud it went through the walls. Her head kicked back, then snapped back into position, her eyes set on the T.V. She didn't look innocent or loopy, she looked pissed, her eyes were void black, the patterns on her skin the same color. Then something happened, the parts of her body that contained the power binds, fell off in sequence, and were replaced quickly to ensure she didn't fall down, everything except her head, this meant her neck collar was still on. Once that was done, she ran at the door Lilith was taken through. This Sam personally wanted to see Konrad die horribly, by her hands, tearing out his organs and showing them to him while he died from shock. This Sam was out for blood, this Sam wanted to see every human die by her hands....

This Sam, wanted to end humanity, wanted to make any surviving humans be her test subjects...wanted to make every human felt what she did.

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Elizabeth ground her teeth together. Even though things like this were a common sight to her, she despised the people who did it. Her eyes flared, she wanted to do something, anything. But then a clicking noise, after that, the little girl...Sam?...began yelling out loud, but in a way that was similar to those who talked to themselves. After a few seconds, another, louder click. Then an even louder one. She managed to cover her ears in time as the last final click rang through. And for a few seconds, she didn't know what was going on until she saw Sam running at the door. Almost as if she was going to bust it down.

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Church looked down at her lap. "I know about as much as you do at this point." She looked at Harris "But for a while I was assigned to look into Ark Corp. till a few days ago." She looked out at the road. "Couldn't access anything worth while. Most of it was junk, placed there to hide the good stuff. No doubt to ward off hackers with the attention span of a 5 year old around candy. They only things I could actually get my hands on were the, now common knowledge stuff. Mainly the link between Ark and Fallen. But there was a surprising piece in here, I only got a quick glance at it, then what ever computer was watching over those files infected my computer like fungi to a dark, moist cave." She paused. "I'm not allowed to mention anything beyond that, else I want to get sanctioned...or worse"

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Angel entered the room where the torture was going on. "Always eager to start early huh?" she said in remark to Konrad. She was a completely different person now. Not the same person that Konrad got into an argument with earlier. She looked rather excited to jump into the fray. "So, would you allow me to join, or has all the fun happened." She looked down at her feet, it was a finger, she bent down and picked it up. Examining it. "Thought I heard some mumbling about marriage" she reached into her pocket and pulled out a plastic ring. Placing the ring on the disembodied finger "There, now I'm married to this finger" she held up her own hand, showing a matching ring. "Never thought I'd get to use these, thought they were so pretty"