Fatal Finale

["Father"]

From the outside it looked like a typical brownstone house amongst many others just like it. Nothing out of the ordinary, no signs on the door, nothing to indicate that this was the place. Only one single thing separated this place from the thirteen other homes along this stretch of street, there was a tiny black security camera mounted at the top of the door which was aimed to capture those that came and went. None of the other houses had one.

But then none of the other houses had a rather steady stream of people entering and exiting at random intervals either. It was not often the same ones twice, at least not one person left and then came back within the span of a few hours.

Sure, there was nothing very odd about them, just regular looking people, coming and going about their lives...or so it seemed. Yet were they really? Something in the stiffness of their shoulders and the way in which they walked suggested no, they had something else, something heavier on their minds.

Upon entering though, everything took on an entirely different twist. The first thing being the door. It was reinforced, not as easy to break down as most would assume from its rather modest, outwardly appearance. Once past the door however, there would be a security panel to the right, mounted to the wall along with a small LCD screen that showed the front steps and those that were walking past.

Beside it, there would be a plain door, that one would assume, in a normal house, to lead to the office, perhaps the den. In this case it ran to the security room. A long table set up with monitors that clearly showed a view of almost every single room in the house, or perhaps building would be a better term in this case. Each monitor was labeled, letting the security guards who were seated there know exactly which room and which level they were looking at.

The first room, was the downstairs data collecting room, a set of double glass doors with curtains hung over them leading into it. A room filled with three men, all in white lab coats who went about compiling the data from whatever kind of weird ass experiments they had going on here. Papers were everywhere, though not so much in disarray but more so in a manner that was suggestive of their being a lot of business going on here. In truth, it was not just the experiments that they had here, but the nature of many other business ventures as well, none of which were particularly legal.

The next monitor showed what should have been the kitchen area, cut off from the other rooms by a single swinging door, though instead of a kitchen it had been converted into a chemical laboratory of sorts. Various beakers and test tubes, vials of blood samples, toxins pretty much anything and everything that they were capable of producing on these grounds and using to test reactions against. A single, lonely little nerd working the floor at this hour. No back door was there, even though there should have been. Nope, it had long since been sealed off.

Monitor three showed the stairwell that led up the second floor. Pretty empty at the moment save for one security guard who patrolled the hallways of the second level. No visible weapon but it could be seen by the way his clothing shifted that he had at least one pistol on his hip, and perhaps another around his ankle.

Monitor four showed one of the rooms upstairs which appeared to be some kind of makeshift holding cell. Bars on the window and inside of the door, a single cot against the right wall, carpet floors and a series of rings bolted into the wall that suggested possible placement of restraints. Yet the room was empty.

Monitor five showed another room, though this one was below the house in the basement which had been constructed to look more like something out of a science horror movie than anything. In the center, a chair with a device attached to the top that appeared to be designed to fashion to the skull of a person. The arms and legs fixed with restraints and a series of monitors set up beside it.

Though that was not the full extent of the room. No, past the chair and to the right stood a very tall, very thin man, lab coat stained with something, though through the black and white of the monitor it was hard to tell what. However if one had to guess it would be blood, just something about the man seemed to suggest that it would be fitting of him. Then, beyond him, and seated on yet another chair would be a small looking form. It was clear it was a girl, just from the body structure and the sheer size of her, though it was hard to make out any defining features given that her head was lowered and her hair fell down to hide her from view.

She was strapped into the chair in which she sat, unable to move much, if at all. She had a cut on the right side of her head from where she had been knocked out and another at the back of her skull. Other than that, relatively unharmed.

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The Doctor was extremely displeased. His instructions to Edward had been simple, painfully so, bring her here unharmed, and still the fool had managed to bumble that up. You could imagine the look of utter fury on The Doctor's face upon seeing the gashes she had sustained. He was surrounded by complete and utter fools. Unfortunately, Edward was nowhere to be found, so The Doctor would have to hold off on killing the fool, he was rather disappointed at that. Still, he would not complain, she was finally here, in his hands, how long he had waited for this moment.

At the moment, he was waiting for the lab results from the tests he had ran to come back, you could tell he was restless, as evident by the fact he paced back and forth furiously. He would not have to wait long though, as the results came in. Quickly striding over, his eyes roved back and forth briefly, before lighting up with maniacal excitement. He could not believe his good fortune! His little test subject was pregnant, and what's more, the father was the best "hired hand" of his little organization, the most effective killing machine he had ever laid eyes on, Patrick O'Connor.

Grinning maniacally, with DNA from such excellent parents, it would make for a perfect baby to raise and create a perfect "monster" out of. It was time to begin. Grabbing a syringe laid out on the tray beside the chair, The Doctor would inject and drug his test subject with a little something he whipped up... a toxin, VC-7645, that was designed to fragment her memory. Nearby, he had documents upon documents on her and her mother, it was how he would influence her mind so he would make her forget that Patrick even existed.

His grin widening, as long as he kept her drugged on that, she would eventually, as well as keeping her docile and lucid, once she woke up that is, and the best part was, the toxin would have no harmful side effects on the baby. His future project would be completely and utterly safe from harm. Most excellent. Reaching out, The Doctor would gently tap her cheek with his hand, to wake her up, before taking a step back, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Hello there my dear, do you know who I am?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She had woken up in the back of that SUV....that much filtered through her restless dreams...that was for sure. The images of attacking Edward, biting his neck, hence the blood that ran down the front of her shirt. There had been a fight, she knew that much.....and then....then...It was just dark. Pure and utter darkness that surrounded her.

From there it was fragments, bits and pieces in time where she would wake up only to pass out once more. Softly she would whimper, a single name leaving her lips here and there....Patrick.....Of course she wanted him, he was all she could think about. Every time she woke up, every time she was able to form a complete thought, it was about him and about his promise. He said he would find her. No matter what right?

But then that was as far as her thoughts could carry her before she would black out once more.

Now, as she found her mind wandering again, something started to change, she felt.....different. Her mind felt different. Yet she knew she was still asleep, she knew that she was supposed to be dreaming. But this time, no dreams came. Nothing from what had happened, nothing from her time with Earth. It was just....darkness.

A light tapping on her cheek drawing out a little groan as she tried to force her eyes open, yet they felt so heavy and her head hurt so, so bad. Whimpering softly, she would feel another tap against her cheek, causing her to lift her head finally. Though it wasn't until she went to move her hand to push her hair out of the way that she realized she was strapped into something.

Then, and only then would her eyes open, but any desire to struggle was slowly and surely working its way out of her. When those amethyst eyes fell upon the guy in front of her, the one who now spoke to her, she would simply look at him and very slowly shake her head. She....she knew the face, but at the same time...she didn't.

Slowly, as the drug worked its way through her system, those eyes would fade in color, turning to their usual deep blue for a moment before eventually becoming a very pale, almost white shade. The drug now fully in affect and her small form rather limp as she sat within that chair, seemingly zoning out a bit, her mind in a complete different place right now, unable to hold a clear thought, unable to remember much of anything that had happened as of late.

"H..H...Home..." It was the one thing she could think of. That she wanted to go home. Names were fuzzy, but faces were clear...as was the concept of home. The house that she shared with him....that was what she wanted and the soft whimper would indicate as much.

[Legion]

Well, leaving the hole where he had killed Carlos and Edward had killed himself was certainly tense. Patrick hadn't been entirely certain that he'd be walking away from that place without some sort of incident that involved gunfire. But fortunately for him, Patrick had gotten the keys to a black SUV, though not without the little production of pointing his assault rifle around. Yeah, he was certain he was going to get shit for that at some point. What kind of shit? He had no clue, could be as little as screaming, or he could end up in a situation similar to Edward and Carlos. Hard to tell, but that wasn't his concern at this particular moment, getting to the lab was his foremost concern.

When he got to the location he gave a drive by down the street to get the specific location. With the SUV's tinted windows Patrick didn't need to worry about being spotted by anyone. His initial drive through the area stroked his interest. It looked like a very suburban esq area. Not Exactly what Patrick had been expecting but it made sense, hide the place where no one would think to look. The irishman would drive down the street parking at the end, well out of direct line of sight of the place's camera. Patrick still needed a few minutes to scout out the place, that didn't consist of solely driving by it.

Patrick would pull over to the side of the road putting the SUV in park as he picked up a monocular, putting it to his eye's and looking at the house that he was about to run into. The first thing he noticed was the camera that was overlooking what appeared to be the only way in. Now that was certainly a problem. He couldn't very well shoot the damn thing out without drawing unwanted attention from whoever was inside, nor could he just walk up to the damn thing. Then there was the question of how to get the door open, because it was likely more then your normal door. He wasn't entirely sure that it would be as simple as picking the lock, nor did he want to bust the door down. The same desire to not let everyone know he was there.

As he sat there for a moment, wondering how to get past this troubling dilemma he saw two twelve year old boys playing in the street and it struck him. As Patrick got out of the SUV he slung his bag over his shoulder, this time only with the Mp5 pdw and M4A1. Lighter was better, and he wasn't going to be picking anyone off at range it seemed. Walking up to the boys Patrick would pull out two hundred dollar bills asking the kids, "How would you guys like to make a hundred dollars each?"

"Keep talking mister," ah, kids these days.

"You see that camera on that house over there?" Patrick asked, pointing it out.

"Yeah, what of it?"

"I want you two to throw rocks at the camera until the man in that house comes out, or the camera falls off. When either happens you should probably run and don't look back. You think you can do that?"

"Give us that money and we'll make it happen," Ah, how youngsters loved to vandalized. Patrick handed the kids the money and then got as close as he could without being spotted by the camera.

As the kids began to hurl the rocks Patrick's hand slipped down to his silenced Mk 23 II, underneath his coat, ready to pull it out and get this party started. Patrick had no clue what was on the other side of that door, but the hope that Kazumi was drove him forward in an assault that was less planned then he'd have liked...

["Father"]

So she did not know who he was. Admittedly, The Doctor was rather disappointed, and yet, at the same time, he was rather pleased. It meant she did not quite remember him well from their first encounter, all the better to mold her memory into the shape he wanted it to be. His hands continued to stay clasped behind his back, he would watch with an almost animalistic hunger as the drug took effect, her eyes returning from amethyst to their usual deep blue, to a pale white.

Now... now she was under his control, albeit sedated and zoned out, but still in his hands, at long last. One hand reaching out, he would gently rest his hand on top of her head, that maniacal grin ever present.

"My dear, you are home... You have been gone for quite a long time, but at long last, you are back where you rightfully belong."

Lifting his hand up off her head, he would snap his fingers, as two of the many scientists under his authority came scurrying into the room, dressed in medical scrubs and carrying medical equipment.

"Clean up and take care of those gashes she sustained, and do not give me a reason to eliminate the both of you."

Stepping back, The Doctor would let the two scientists take care of her, watching them carefully. After a few minutes, they had completed their tasks, adequately so, and quickly scurried out of the room, not wishing to stay in the same room as The Doctor longer than they needed to. Stepping closer to her, he would give her another dose of the toxin before picking up a nearby document. However, before he could begin rebuilding her memory, a low beep would emit from the Bluetooth set nestled on his ear, as The Doctor pressed a button on the side of it, answering the person on the other line.

"Yes? What is it?"

A noticeable hint of irritation in his voice at being interrupted during his time with his test subject, slowly his anger would fade as he was informed of the situation occurring outside, how very interesting...

"Very well then, those two boys are of no concern to me, ignore them. Be on high alert gentlemen, it seems our expected guest has arrived."

Ending the call, The Doctor would begin right away, he would have to speed up rebuilding her memory, faster than he expected. Holding the document up in front of her, a picture of herself attached to it, he would quickly go through everything, telling her who she was, intentionally leaving out anything and everything about Patrick, while every so often, injecting her with the toxin, to keep her in a sedated state.

The girl she had been would be no more, once he was done, the only one that would be here now, was Feht...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt her mind starting to slip, the darker portions beginning to mingle with the sides that were her....that were Kazumi. When his hand came up to touch the top of her head, her eyes focused on him just a bit more....Slowly she would tilt her head, brow furrowing slightly as he began to speak. Then, her eyes shifted from him to the chair that was in the center of the room. A sudden image flashing across her mind. A room, almost identical to this one......that chair.....the pictures......Suddenly her eyes flashed back to him and her head would tilt once more.

Home....

That voice in her head speaking up. It was the only home it had know...a series of rooms...one just like this one. Now, even in her zoned out, drug induced haze, she focused on him. She had seen him before...she knew she had....Struggling to focus on the thoughts in her mind, she barely noticed as he began to become distracted. She thought of her room, she thought of her.....her....Master?

But then, even in her distraction, she caught a piece of what he had said....Just a fragment....

"....it seems our expected guest has arrived....."

Quickly she shook her head, trying to focus. No, there was something else, something more. The part of her that was Kazumi forcing its own thoughts and memories into the mix. It was just fragments, bits and pieces of whole memories. He had promised he would come for her.....He had said that he would find her.....The face appearing in her mind...but the name, it was fuzzy, it was just out of reach......Yet she was so very close to recalling it.

Then the man was in front of her and another prick was felt upon her arm....Just like that, the name slipping from her grasp and whatever memories she had been struggling with slipping away as he began to show her images, began to tell her things of who she was. More shots, though as the seconds dragged on, the toxin filling her system and her mind, streaks of black began to form in her eyes....Yes, this was home....she had been let go...but she was back now.

Still, she looked around, something was off, something was missing...."Wh...Where is...my Master?" Of course it was the first thing that "Feht" would ask, seeing as how Earth had told her that was who he was....her master.....so if he was home then he should be here right?

Yet even as the words and images continued, certain images would flash across her mind, even as her eyes darkened.....A dock....Some kind of dance....A lake and the silence surrounding her....But then, just like that they were washed away by the darker thoughts....Her mind slipping as she furrowed her brow and tried to focus on the images and the words being spoken....

A nagging sense in the back of her mind....a dull ache in her chest.....

Yet she didn't move, the drug making sure of that...not that she wanted to. No, she was in a state of complete relaxation. Even if she could move, she was far too relaxed, far too docile....Even with images of blood and torture in her mind, the thoughts of causing pain running rampant.....She was still far too calm to do anything and would be for quite some time now....No, she was of no threat to anyone, not anymore, and not until the drug was fully out of her system...All she could do was sit here and have her mind toyed with, reprogrammed and reworked....

Completely unaware of what was happening outside.....Though those words once more flashed across her mind...

"...its seems our expected guest has arrived...."

Followed by a voice that was not her own, a voice that seemed to be connected to something...but one that she could not place.....

"I promise, I will not stop until I find ye.......I love ye."

She gasped slightly, the dull ache in her chest becoming a sharp pain...even once the memory and the voice had passed....even after any and all thoughts of him began to fade....

[Legion]

Patrick watched the boys hurling rock after rock at the camera as his hand rested patiently on his pistol, which was still hidden out of easy sight. Waiting, waiting for either the door to open from an angry man, or the damn thing to fall of. And eventually, fall off it did and the boys would take his advice about running off without looking back. So what did Patrick do? He waited. If that was an active camera there was somebody watching a moniter. Someone who knew that the camera was out. There was a strong chance that someone would come out to check on the thing, though perhaps equally as strong that they were just waiting. Likely alerts were going on inside, though it was unknown to Patrick whether those were just redundancies or they actually were suspicious of an attack. Patrick would have to assume the latter and hope for the former's relaxed nerves.

After a few minutes he realized that no one was coming. Questions of whether there were suspicions on whether or not this was just vandalism or an actually attacker, still unknown to Patrick. After he was certain no one was opening that door Patrick cautiously made his way to it, stopping beside it, not directly in front of it, on the side where the lock was. Patrick's hand, the one not on the gun came up slowly and checked the door to make sure that it was indeed locked. It came as no surprise that it was and so he got out his pick set. Quickly he worked on the door to open the lock.

Assuming he could get the door open that way he'd take off his coat, slinging his bag back over his shoulder. With the coat off he'd reveal a nasty collection of pistols, in addition to the compact shot gun, and clips for his pistols, rifle and Mp 5, oh and a knife in case you were wondering. Tac vest and hosters fully loaded. Yes, he was armed to the teeth and ready for war. With that done Patrick would pull out his pistol and quietly open the door, ready for anything. Provided the first room was clear Patrick would walk to the door that was first presented to him, wanted to clear rooms as he went, doing as much as he could to eliminate the chance of people sneaking up on him. Patrick saw the LCD panel that was black, only being able to assume that it would have shown who was outside if the camera remained unbroken.

Quietly stacking up against the door to the security room, which of course was unknown to Patrick, he would listen to whatever was going on inside, trying to discern if there was anyone in there first and approximately where they were before charging in...

["Father"]

"Your Master is, how do I say it? Gone. Fret not my dear, for I will take good care of you in his stead."

That ever present maniacal grin lighting up his features, he would lean in close to her, his face nearly touching hers. With the toxin coursing through her veins, he had no fear of retribution from her, no injuries would be sustained on his part. Quickly finishing with rebuilding her memory of herself, hearing her gasp slightly, he knew time was of the essence, and quickly got to work on rebuilding her memory of her mother.

Meanwhile, Patrick's lock picking skills succeed! He gets the the door unlocked, though it does take quite a bit of time on his part, no surprise though, considering the house he was infiltrating. The first room was indeed clear, as most of the occupants were located further below Patrick... much more further down. There would be no obvious sounds coming from the door Patrick was stacked up against, however, if he listened closely enough, he'd hear a familiar sound.

The sound of a gun being cocked.

The door would then slam open, as a trio of security guards raced out of the room, weapons at the ready, and would proceed to open fire. In the actual room, there would be another trio, ready to provide backup, or defend if it came to it. Down below, the one security guard from before had been joined by others, ready to take down the one-man army if he came their way.

Back down in the room The Doctor was in, he'd once again be informed of the happenings occurring up above, his grin widening. So it has begun. He'd inject another dose into her and quickly finish up with everything regarding her mother, deliberately leaving out any mentions of Patrick once more. He was so close, just a little bit more... and Feht would be around... for good.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Those eyes narrowed, red starting to encircle the black of her eyes as it was told to her that her Master was gone. A growl escaping though she did not move, instead looking at him and seeming to calm a bit as he told her of how he would take care of her now.

She closed her eyes, a little wince as her mind fought back against her. She knew something was wrong...something was off....that pain not fading in her chest even as she started to lose track of anything and everything to do with her life as of late.

Once more her eyes would open, looking at him as he continued to tell her about herself. Her head tilting to the side she listened intently, not really having any other choice. She no longer noticed the injections, her mind too focused on him and on his words. Those words she had been hearing, the ones that did not belong to her slowly starting to fade into the back of her mind.

She could recall a few things, but even those were starting to become fuzzy and for a split second there was a part of her that demanded that she not allow herself to forget, because with each part she forgot, the more it hurt.

Though then the topic shifted to her Mother. Her brow furrowing slightly as she would watch him.....Yet then another storm of memories would try and force their way free....So many things being forgotten but at the same time, some things which her mind refused to let go of. But then, she had something going on now that she had not had before or that her Mother had not had........she was completely and utterly in love with Patrick...But she couldn't hold on forever, the memories slowly becoming engulfed in darkness, a small hiss as both sides of her mind fought against each other. "So...Something is wrong..." Her words were slow and slurred but clear enough that she was fighting whatever was going on.

Once more her eyes falling closed as she balled her hands into fists, a few sharp breaths as her will steadied and she would open her eyes again. This time a deep oceanic blue...."Wh..Where is he?" She would look at the man in front of her, tears building in her eyes. Clearly a few memories coming to her of the same him that was upstairs....Hands uncurling, nails digging into the arms of the chair. Not from some desire to lash out, she couldn't do that....she didnt have those urges right now, but this was Kazumi doing what Patrick had taught her to do....fight against Feht....even though she was barely hanging on.

[Legion]

Gun cocking? Not good, at all. Patrick immediately backed away from the door. Raising his pistol he prepared himself for whoever was going to burst through that door. While out in the hall there was no cover for him, he did have one thing going for him, the drop and unknown positioning. Sure, where he could be was fairly limited based on the hallway design of the hallway but standing at an angle would give him a little more of a berth and since they were bursting out, he'd still have the drop.

So when the three would shuffle out Patrick would shoot them one by one, head shot after head shot. Wasn't too hard, seeing as he wasn't more then a few feet away from them. The first's inability to take the angle of the hallway at a fire ready position dooming him and well the next two had to make sure they didn't trip over his and then the second body. Made for three quick and silent kills, no complaints. Although Patrick now knew that The whole facility, however big it was was likely onto him. And that certainly made things more interesting.

After killing the men Patrick would find himself leaning against the wall, sliding his way back to the door, knowing that in whatever room that was there were more people, and He'd have to take care of them to continue. That and he was interested in a room that needed six men to guard it. Leaning up against the wall for cover he'd near the door, gun up, to shoot at anyone that wasn't going to be blocked off by the wall. As the case was, there weren't and so as Patrick made it to the door he'd peek in, exposing his head in a very minimal way as he looked, gun up, ready to shoot the first man he saw. He squeezed of two shots to make sure he was dead before taking cover again, to hide from the new bullets that were no doubt flying. But like the first guy Patrick would alternate between shooting and taking cover to dispatch the remaining two guards.

Afterwards he'd enter the room, clearing it and making sure it was clear before beginning to study the monitors to get a layout of the building...

["Father"]

"Oh my dear, the only wrong thing that was wrong was you slipping out of my grasp the first time."

The Doctor would watch her carefully, even taking a step back, he was rather intrigued that she was able to fight back. Though she could ball her fists up until her fingernails cut into her hand, she could do him no harm, however, The Doctor would not allow her to inflict harm upon herself. Just as he made to grab another dose of the toxin, his grin would widen upon seeing her eyes.

"He... will be no more."

And with that said, he would inject another dose into her yet again, nothing... or no one, would stop him for completing his plan. He would eliminate every trace of her memory of Patrick, make her utterly forget the man even existed.

Back upstairs, Patrick would succeed in killing two of the three guards that had burst out of the security room, the third one however, would manage to fire off a shot at Patrick before falling dead to the floor, though his shot would just graze Patrick's arm before burying itself in the wall behind him, well off its intended target, which had been Patrick's forehead.

The moment Patrick poked just the very minimal amount of his head into the room, he'd find three guns pointed at him, followed by the guards pulling the trigger in rapid bursts, though the one on the left would fall over dead from Patrick's shot. The other two would continue their assault, before sharing the fate of their comrade, lying dead on the floor of the security room.

The moment Patrick cleared out and entered into the security room, he would see the various labeled monitors, though one monitor in patricular was probably the only one Patrick cared about. Monitor five, the one that clearly showed The Doctor standing in front of the camera, completely blocking out everything else in the room, hands behind his back and a maniacal grin on his face.

"If you think you can reach me boy, then by all means, try! You'd better hurry though, time is running out for you!"

The screen would then go black, as security guards could be seen swarming the stairwell leading down to the basement, and these guards were more heavily armored and armed than the six Patrick had taken down... much, much more...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Her brow furrowed upon hearing his words, though it wasn't until he said "he" would be no more that the pain inside her chest increased. By this time, it wasn't hard for her to pick up on the sounds of gunfire above her head in another part of.....well....wherever she was. She wanted to protest, to fight back against him and to tell him no....yet the shot into her arm and another flood of toxin into her system made such a thing pointless.

Still, she knew what was happening. She was being erased, reprogrammed...Even now she was having trouble recalling his name, recalling the nights they had spent together. It was like the images, the memories, were there, but there was this huge wall blocking her from reaching them. No matter how much she clawed at it, she could not get past it. Then, he started speaking again, only this time not to her.

Tears filled her eyes if only because she knew that something was horribly wrong here, and not just what he had said before. Though she couldn't very well keep up the fight, not with so much of that toxin in her system, not when she was barely holding on, losing memories with every second that passed.

So, she did the one thing and the only thing she could do. She wrapped her mind around a few key memories, things that this guy could not possibly, ever know about when it came to herself and....and....him and she let go. She may not have been able to recall his name, and his face was growing fuzzy and distant, but she knew that he had promised he would find her, no matter what....She just had to have faith that it meant within her own mind as well.

Those eyes blackening as her head would lower, dark locks spilling into her face as she drew in ragged breaths, the memories fading away even though the nagging ache remained for whatever reason. Of course she tried to hold on, but at the same time, she didn't fight near as hard...But then....she didn't have any reason to be fighting, now did she?

A small sigh as she slipped into this new state, allowing herself to just....relax and to just be who she was...

Feht.....

Though perhaps not the same Feht she had been before. Just a little different in that she had complete and utter control over this form now. Fingers uncurling as she began to trap them along the arms of the chair where she could. Cause well, everyone knew Feht just couldn't sit still.

[Legion]

As the third guy made his way out he got a shot off, that was a little too close for comfort. The scratch causing Patrick to growl as it tore across the outside of his left arm. Blood started to run, but it wouldn't last long enough to be too damaging. A nuisance but that was it really. Patrick continued his little gun battle until he made his way into the security room. Six men down, God knows how many more left to go.

As Patrick looked over the security monitors, he quickly found the one he wanted. Monitor 5 with Kazumi? Soon to be blocked out by what he figured was his best bet at being his employer, or at least the next guy up the totem pole. He couldn't tell really, the connection wasn't fantastic. What he could tell though, was that threat. That he was about to do something unalterable to Kazumi. His first guess, get rid of her, and try and reintroduce feht. If not that something to get rid of her to get at his child. He honestly didn't know, but he didn't want to find out either.

He quickly saw on the monitors the men grouping up by the stairs, and he could hear the noise as well. Patrick knew that this time, they'd be better prepared and better equipped, he'd even seen a glimpse of that. So the choice was simple really. Quickly he threw off the back on his shoulder retrieving the M4A1 with the hundred round drum. Shouldering it he'd make his way to the door, hiding against the wall. Sticking his arms out with the rifle he'd hold down the trigger, the selector switch set to automatic. Allowing the rifle to fire all 100 rounds as he simply moved the gun about to try and at least hit everyone. He was going for as many kills as possibly, but he at least had to whittle down their ability to react. Spraying up, down, to the left, to the right, everywhere where really. The rifle would definitely do some serious damage in those hundred rounds.

After he'd finished spraying and ceased his praying he'd quickly shove another magazine into his rifle, stored in his tac vest. It wouldn't be a hundred rounds but thirty was good. Cocking the rifle he'd sweep out the room, gun in the opposite hand of where he was turning (left I believe, so it's in his right hand), so instantly he was ready to shoot. And Shoot he would, intending to put rounds in anyone still moving first in a threatening manner, then anyone moving, then everyone else just to be sure, though this time his shots were in short and accurate bursts.

Assuming those men were taken care of Patrick would begin to move downstairs...

["Father"]

Turning back to her after cutting the feed to the camera, The Doctor could not help but grin. Was she...? She was. He may not have been able to prevent her from holding onto a few key memories of which he had no knowledge of, but he had gotten Feht out, and he was going to ensure she stayed out, even if it cost him everything. Swiftly moving back to her, he would stop in front of her, injecting her with one last dose, before undoing the restraints and removing the head device, taking a step back and clasping his hands behind his back afterwards.

"Welcome home my dear... and welcome back. You have been sorely missed."

Upstairs, the moment Patrick entered into the stairwell and barraged the guards with rounds, he would take out at least a good five of them by a bullet to the forehead, the rest in the back firing at him, a hail of bullets tearing past his arms, but never reaching their intended fatal target, before swiftly meeting their demise. Blood running down the stairs in a steady stream, the other guards would get hit in the arms, the legs, sending them tumbling down the stairs and cracking their skulls upon impact.

As for the guards in the very back, they would try to use their comrades as shields, getting a few shots out at Patrick that grazed his legs, firing at him as much as possible before either ending up dead, or injured at the bottom of the stairwell. Though it would not make much of a difference, in the end, they all ended up dead by Patrick shooting them while they laid injured. In total, fifteen men had been slaughtered in the gun battle.

Once Patrick began his descent downstairs, he would find the hallway leading to the room The Doctor and Kazumi were in surprisingly empty, as all the scientists had barricaded themselves inside their respective rooms, too terrified to leave. Once Patrick reached the end of the hall, the doors to the room would slid open, revealing The Doctor standing in front of Kazumi, his back to Patrick.

"Welcome boy... And farewell."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She heard those words and would tilt her head slightly, those dark eyes focused on him though soon the scent of blood hit her, causing crimson to spark within her gaze. She was hungry....starving for that matter, yet the continued gun fire would only make her furrow her brow slightly. Oh it was Feht, there was no doubt about that, the little giggle that came as the blood slowly seeped down the stairs, pooling at the bottom made that all too clear.

But aside from a few fidgeting digits, she was not nearly as hyperactive or one would expect. But then that was the drugs in her system. She couldn't very well move around too much, seeing as how everything around her seemed so sluggish, so....distant. Yet the straps were now gone and with what rather slow movements she would pull her arms free of the arm rests and let them fall upon her lap.

Home.....

The word bounced around her mind as she slowly ran her tongue along her lips. Those dark eyes focused on the blood and not on the man who continued to talk to her....even as he moved around her and stood to her back.

Then....another person came down the stairs and though there was a sudden jolt of pain in her chest, she would look at him rather confused. Whatever urge to kill she usually had was diluted due to the drugs and would be for some time due to the amount coursing through her system.

Slowly one hand would move to rub the wrist of the other, a slight hiss as she felt the pain from the wounds on her head. Yet just as the man behind her spoke up, she would push herself up to stand, her head lowering as she looked down at herself. No matter how confused she was, no matter how much she was unable to keep the thoughts from echoing in her mind and the pictures from rolling freely....She still felt like something was off.

She couldn't explain it. She didn't feel........like her.

Growling slightly, she would look down at her hands now before staggering off to the side, gripping the counter nearby for support. Why did she feel funny? Why was she feeling so....off? Though quickly the thoughts were gone, as always with her and she would turn to look at the man who had told her she was home, confused as to who he was exactly, because he had told her Master was gone...but...did that make him her new master? She didn't think so....Master played with Feht....Nobody was playing with her...now were they?

Then her eyes turned to the other, the one who had come from the bloody staircase. Wound on his arm, one on his leg, blood.......and suddenly the hunger she had been feeling stabbed her in the stomach so hard that her knees gave out and she collapsed to the floor. Another wave of drugs through her brain....a cough.....as she let her head fall to the side. Eyes fluttering closed as she growled weakly. She felt the anger, the hunger and the need she had not sated in so long, yet she could do nothing about it...Nothing at all.

She could however force her hand up, the images of the counter coming back through her mind now, images of what was on it. Slowly she would grip the edge and drag herself up...both hands being needed to pull herself into a standing position, and maintain it.

Forcing her eyes open, she looked around, the shots....the needles....papers....Fingers curling around the scalpel which laid there....Gripping it as she fell to the floor once more, and propping herself up against the counter once more....A deep breath before she laid her arm within her lap, looking down at it as she held the scalpel in the other...."T..Tell me...w...whats wrong with me...."

Somebody had better start talking....because Feht was not the most sane person, as was shown as the scalpel pressed to her wrist.....threateningly....She had orders from Earth, ones that had not been rewritten....Compromised meant bad bad things....Meant death if she wasn't careful.....And therefore, this was her out....She had her own memories you know...Not just the ones implanted in her head right this moment. "Why am I hungry? Why is there so much blood everywhere? Why do I not know the rules of this game?!" Forcing the words out, eyes falling closed once more as her head fell back, though she didn't remove the scalpel from her wrist.....No, whoever spoke first here was likely to decide how this played out....because Feht was done playing a game she was not given a fair advantage in.....Cheaters never prospered.

[Legion]

As Patrick mowed down the men he found himself surprised. Not only at the number of people, but at the wounds he sustained. While he had not been expecting to come out of this unscathed, he had not been expecting to only be scratched in the legs. A slight growl given as the bullets grazed past his legs. But no emotion was on his face except the uncontrollable desire to move on, determined look in those golden eyes. Determined to kill anybody, anybody he encountered in this building that wasn't Kazumi. That didn't mean he was going to search room to room, no his desire to kill the men involve didn't blind his from his primary purpose. He was here first and foremost to get Kazumi back, and his unborn child.

Stepping over the bodies that drained out that crimson fluid Patrick didn't give a damn about them, coldly stepping over them, moving forward, his boots now covered in blood, trailing foot prints behind him. Cautiously he made his way, rifle raised, down the hall toward the door where Patrick only assumed he'd find Kazumi and that man behind it. As Patrick neared the door he paused briefly in hesitation and anticipation as the door slid open on its own, not entirely sure that it wasn't due to more attackers. But when no one came out Patrick continued into the room, all eyes on the man who had just given him a farewell, holding his fire only because he was standing in front of Kazumi. But that didn't last long as Patrick stepped to his left, making sure that Kazumi was not behind the Doctor, because what kind of an idiot would make that kind of a rookie mistake?

"Farewell indeed," Patrick would muse before pulling the trigger, sending three rounds into the guy's center mass. The guy needed to die. Patrick didn't really have time to trawl the guy for information, nor could he let some one so high up just get away. Especially someone who likely had his file and was ready to go to the cops. The best option here was to kill him immediately. And so that's what he did, but as he finished firing those shots he immediately lowered his rifle, turning to Kazumi.

Face filled with concern he saw her struggling. Knowing that she had been injected with something, but not sure what saying he was concerned was probably the least strong feeling that could be given. Struggling on the ground, having made her way to the counter. Patrick would move forward, but then he'd stop as she asked what was wrong with her. But no, it wasn't Kazumi that asked. The black eyes indicating that it was someone else. Patrick's mind shot to Feht, knowing that while they were making progress and Feht was very weak, but not completely merged with Kazumi yet. Very close, but not quite yet. Patrick stopping entirely for a moment as she put that scalpel to her wrist.

He knew Earth's orders, to self terminate at eighteen if she wasn't fully in control. And while Feht was weak, and confused, likely from whatever the man had drugged her with, Patrick knew this was a legitimate threat. Any yet, he had another reason to pause. She hadn't done so yet. Nor did she show any hate towards Patrick. Hate that he had cultivated so finely in his sessions with her, leading him to believe that this man had given her something to make her forget. Kind of a saving grace move that worked in Patrick's favor here he figured. And so when she asked why she was hungry Patrick stepped forward slowly.

"Because yer pregnant, because Kazumi's pregnant," He would say softly, affection for Kazumi clear, continuing towards her slowly, hand running across the wound on his leg, blood gracing his finger tips, "There's blood everywhere because I came for Kazumi, like I promised. To save her."

Finally clearing the distance he would reach his bloody fingers down to her mouth, allowing her to taste and only taste him, "Ye don't understand the rules of this game because this game was never meant for ye Feht. Everything I've ever done was to help Kazumi, and that is who this is about. Yer meant to be a part of Kazumi, not yer own separate entity. Giving her advice and helping her when she asks. Caring for Kazumi as I do. And only when ye do that, will ye begin to understand the rules of this game. So please, put the scalpel down Feht."

While he was slow and deliberate Patrick knew that he couldn't linger, that they couldn't linger. It wouldn't be long before back up attempted to make their way down to the basement, and by the time that happened, they needed to be long gone...