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Illustra- 106th floor and onward

<< Delilah and Nicolas were talking, as they sat in Alison's large, gothic styled luxury apartment. Morgan appeared before them via stepping disc, noticeably wearing the savage, unholy yet erotic costume she wore during Inferno. it was appearent that this WAS now Morgan's preferred costume when in the persona of "Spellbinder".>>

<< standing tall with one of her fists clenched, Morgan looked at them as if she were in a "hunting" mood.>>

<< in an icy voice>>

my apologies for the interruption.

<< taking a moment to look around.>>

thank you both for taking care of Alison right now, she's been through so much today, whether she likes it or not...she needed this rest and i'll be damned if that wreckless, ineffective sprite ERIKA will visit any harm upon her or anyone ELSE in this building.

<< the cape, with its shredded edges, flowed behind her and cast a long shadow over Delilah and Nicolas...creating a slightly colder space around them. it was as if the shadows of the cape were a glimpse into the darkness of Limbo and Morgan seemed more comfortable COMMANDING the darkness of Limbo and the dark nature of her soul.>>

Persephone and I are leaving for the west coast...the house that Cameron left Alison. We are going to get those "secret diaries" that he left her before ERIKA does. My mother is here and you know what she can do. She's placed talismans on the floors with the guest quarters of Vivica and the twins. The magick is on par with Ororo's white magick and will ward off ANYONE who is not supposed to be here with painfull force. We're confident that the two of you have more than enough power to protect Alison in case Erika comes HERE again. Haleigh is on Alycia's floor if you need her.

<< pausing for a moment before she grins with an EVIL glint in her eye>>

Without Alison's precognition, we've know way of knowing for SURE where Erika will appear next....i HOPE that she is at the house Persephone and I are headed to. :fdevil:

<< it was a look Delilah had seen before. She knew Morgan would sooner KILL Erika than look at her at this point. >>

I just wanted to let you know what was going on. We'll be back soon.

<< waving goodbye, Morgan teleports away via disc and goes off to find Persephone. a few seconds later, Persephone would find a flickering image of a pentagram appear in the liquid of her glass at the bar she was at. it was subtle but it was an unmistakable tradmark "summons" that Darkchilde used in their timeline and appearenly Morgan used it as well. Morgan would be waiting outside, behind the bar in the alley.>>
 
As Nicolas chatted with Delilah, Morgan appeared before them via stepping disk in her battle gear. The last time he saw her in this, she cut Malice's head off in Limbo. At the sight of her her in this uniform, Nicolas almost unconsciously took off his jacket and tie, revealing his well-defined chest and abdomen that was revealed even through his perfectly tailored shirt.

"No problem. She is currently stabilized, and doing well. What has you in your fighting gear?"

As Morgan spoke of her planned trip to the West Coast, Nicolas noticed the cold emanating from the shadow of her cape and stepped FORWARD. As much as he realized how powerful and potentially dangerous this woman was, he was nevertheless drawn to her. He reached out with his TK and gently connected with her flawless physique. In the unlikely event that she were to need him, he would be able to lock onto her and come running. He would also be able to monitor her vitals, as he had done for Alison and Dr. Victoria in the past.

"We have everything here under control. Handle your business, and come back safe, all right?"

Nicolas smiled grimly and winked a farewell to Morgan as she stepped away about her business with Persephone.
 
:: Turning to see her drink being placed on a napkin on the bartop, Persephone slipped some cash to the tender and picked up her drink. Bringing to her lips, she happened to glance down only to see a small pentagram appear in her drink. Immediately knowing it was Spellbinder, the goddess took a small sip of her Bloody Mary before slipping off her bar stool and heading toward the back enterance of the club. ::

:: Opening the back door of the Capricorn club, Persephone looked to Spellbinder who was waiting for her. ::

"You couldn't even let me finish my drink."

:: Giving her a smile, it was obvious that Persephone was more laid back and comfortable with Spellbinder than with the other members of the six. Casually snapping her fingers, a soft wind enveloped her body before her black strapless cocktail dress transformed into her black leather catsuit battle attire. With halter styled top and plundging neckline, a clear view of the goddess' tattoo could be seen on her left shoulder. With her transfiguring whip embedded into her suite and her two Mystic Daggers strapped to the outsides of both her upper thighs, she was prepared to take on Erika if need be. ::

:: Stepping off the last steps and meeting with Spellbinder, her healed boots softly scuffed along the concrete floor. ::

"Ready when you are."
 
from New York to the West Coast

<< Morgan raised an eyebrow as Nicolas seemed to take his shirt off by instinct. his gentility masked a very naughty interior and she KNEW he was looking at her again in her costume, but the time for playing about was not right now. as he assured her things would be fine at Illustra, she departed and waited for Persephone out back behind the Capricorn club. the goddess finally came out and Morgan couldn't help but smile a bit upon finding out that Morgan had took her away from her drink.>>

aww, i'm sorry. but they'll be plenty of time to drink once we get back. The Parthenon, Cameron's hotel that he left to me has a most splendid bar. we'll celebrate breaking Erika's neck once we get back.

<< As the goddess changed outfits, Persephone and Spellbinder were both ready to take on whatever came their way once they appeared at the home Cameron left Alison. For Persephone, this was almost like oldtimes with Darkchilde...and for Morgan, Persephone was a new partner for adventures in the tradition of Alison and Delilah. Powerfull enough to hold her own. she knew that Blaze, Haleigh her mother, Delilah and Nicolas would be able to hold the fort back at Illustra but she was unaware of the other storm brewing between Haleigh and Alycia...a storm that could effect EVERYONE in the Six.>>

well, off we go.


<< raising her hand, the sorceress teleports them via stepping disc. in the twinkling of her eye, they are taken from New York City to L.A. California. across time zones and a whole new locale, the two women appear just outside of the now unoccupied home of the late Cameron King. the estate is rather large and sprawling...in a posh, secluded suburb of L.A. >>

this is the place. we'll go inside and begin looking for those journals....but first...

<< Morgan gestures, as a chime sounds off and a swirl of mystical shards flows around herself and Persephone, she casts a cloaking spell.>>

this will mask us from any prying eyes or passers by as well as any cameras in the area. if anyone has the ability to get THROUGH this spell..then obviously they are someone we'll have to fight.

<< the two women, in their constrating costumes, made their way up the inclined driveway and to the front door of the large estate. Morgan easily opened the door (inspite of it being locked) and they went inside. furniture was covered, there was a bit of dust on shelves and the furniture covers and there was a sense of eerie silence around them>>

look for any possible "hidden" spots too. behind pictures, under beds or library book shelves. Cameron probably has these things hidden well. we'll have to search every room until we come upon them.

<< both women had on high heels. those heels would be the first signs of anyone being in the house. but from the outside, it appeared that on one was there.>>
 
:: Arriving at Cameron's estate, Persephone followed Morgan up to the front doors before entering the actual house. It was spacious, decorated half decently considering a male lived here. Branching away from Spellbinder, Persephone's heals clicked softly along the tiled floor, echoing softly around the vast room. Nodding to the blonde as she gave instructions as to where to look, Persephone moved forward, to a set of double doors. ::

"Don't rule out obvious places, however. You know how men's minds work."

:: She reminded as she stepped into the large library with shelves of books that circled around the large room. ::

"Of course, I choose the easy room."

:: Her tone even and sarcastic, Persephone made her way over to the large desk placed a few paces to the left. Opening drawers and shuffling through papers, the goddess found nothing. Moving over to a chase sofa and side table, she stripped the chair of it's cushions before moving it from it's desired position. Still nothing. Standing up straight now, Persephone's eyes swept long the vast quantity of books that filled the bookcases. Raising a single brow, she paused for a moment before lifting a single hand up and snapping her fingers. Every single book that lined the large shelves came flying from it's resting spot and onto the floor, instantly. If any book remained, she knew that would reveal a secret passage to another room. But alas, all books were on the floor. ::

"Well, nothing in here."

:: Stepping over the piles of books that lined the floor, she managed to make her way out of the library noting Morgan looking at her. ::

"What?"

:: Biting back a smile, the goddess moved down the hall and into another room to continue looking for Cameron's journals. ::
 
L.A.- elsewhere in Cameron's old house

<< walking along, she moved to a different room but turned as she heard the noise that Persephone was making. looking across the way through the double doors, she found the mess the goddess had made and glared at Persephone.>>

the goal here is to find the journals, not destroy the house.

<< she said flatly. noting the mischievious look on Persephone's face.>>

this is almost like ALEXIS, when SHE tore up my damn bar her first not inside Illustra!

<< the memory of that moment made Morgan smirk a bit>>

remember, this is ALISON'S now so do try to be a bit more..."delicate".

<< she laughed softly as she moved on to another room, a study with a large desk and some cabinets as well as the decor of a posh executive office. she was now out of sight of Persephone but confident that if she or the goddess encountered Erika, the other woman would hear and come running.>>

hmmm....now if i were an arrogant, hotshot business man...where would i keep journals with potentially scandalous information?

<< she looked around. huffing a bit as the dust began to float in the air>>

ugh. this place could use a good blow out from my wind power but not now.

<< she began to open some cabinets, most were empty. searching from top to bottom she continued to look...only finding cobwebs and more dust. her cape with the shredded edges flowed behind her as she reached up a bit.>>

BAH! there's nothing in here. I'll try the desk.

<< walking over, she looked over the top. nothing there but a dated calender with some notes and little drawings around the edges including something that read...>>

Cameron King said:
Morgan Victoria is a Nazi bitch!
Click to expand...


<< she narrowed her eyes and scoffed at the penned obscenity about her>>

HMPH!

I guess he didnt realize he'd have to stand in line for the chance to call ME a bitch.

<< laughing as she slapped the desk pad away and sent it flying across the room, Morgan bent down and began to examine the drawers of the desk. one seemed to be LOCKED>>

hmmm...this could be it.

<< with a little tug, the lock doesnt stand a chance against Morgan's strength as she yanks the drawer loose and finds some files and a box...the box is filled with two JOURNALS!>>

AHA!

<< blowing away the dust, Morgan looks the books over and verifies that they are personal journals. both under lock and key.>>

well, this was a much easier trip than i THOUGHT.

<< standing up with the journals in her hand as she sweeps her cape around behind her and waves dust away.>>

what a shame that freaked out fairy Erika didnt show her face. I was looking forward to PULLING IT OFF!
 
Persephone
Persephone
LMAO @ Morgan Victoria's a Nazi Bitch!
Black Widow
Black Widow
Lol @ 'he'd have to stand in line'
:: After entering the study, Persephone again began to look behind pictures, in his desk, couches, rugs, shelves, around the fireplace. Every location she could possibly think of, but there was no luck. Sighing out heavily, this was become tedious. ::

"Nothing in here either."

:: Walking out of the study and down the hall to the room Morgan was searching, her voice echoed throughout the empty foyer surely reaching the witches ears. ::

:: Entering the room, she saw Spells holding the journals they were looking for. Walking up to Morgan, she glanced down at the locked diaries. ::

"Are you sure these are the only journals? Or would Cameron place others in different locations to limit someone's chance of finding all of them?"

:: Morgan knew Cameron best and knew how his mind worked. Considering Persephone never met the man, she was basically only here to assist and map out all options. ::
 
Alycia's Satellite Office: 99th Floor

Haleigh takes a deep breath. From the moment Alycia flings the file into the open, Haleigh knows this confrontation will be scathing, at best. She had hoped Alycia could be calm about this... but underestimated the woman's hunger for revenge and could see herself getting quicksanded into dangerous ground with the lawyer. As Alycia yelled, clearly getting angrier and more worked up by the second, Haleigh held her gaze and stood her ground. She didn't look angry, shocked, or as if she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.... rather... Haleigh looked sad. She closed her eyes briefly, as Alycia said something that had haunted Haleigh since it happened: That her family was responsible for Sharon. She could only nod in agreement, her eyes still closed as Alycia accused her of knowing and saying NOTHING. Alycia slammed her fist on the desk, and Haleigh slowly opened her eyes, looking at the fuming attourney with a hint of shame. But as Alycia called Haleigh a traitor, and writing her off as an enemy, Haleigh sat up and stiffened, her eyes darkening and her body language tensing. Alycia went on practically drop the smoking gun on Sharon's death in Haleigh's lap and then laid out her plan for destroying Stavros, and getting rid of Ava. Haleigh looked across the desk at a now standing Barnett, filling her lungs with a slow, deep breath before speaking.

"Sit down, Alycia." She said, sounding not upset, but disappointed. "Allow me a few last words before you crucify me." Haleigh paused a beat, and then continued. "Everyone has secrets, counselor, and I make my living in them. When I came to join this group, I knew telling ANY of them something like this would be a DEATH warrant, and exactly the excuse Morgan and Alison were looking for, as they were ALREADY out for my blood. As my standing within the group began to shift a little... I was still reserved... because I didn't want it to jeapordize the TRUCE that was being reached. It wasn't until Alison TOLD me about Sharon and Morgan's deaths that I saw the COST of my silence... and by then, she made it clear that NOTHING we said or did would change the fate of either of them, and so I swallowed my guilt in secret. And it seemed.... the longer I remained quiet, the harder it became to tell anyone and the higher the stakes were... and the HEAVIER the secret is. Because.... I'm ashamed of them[Stavros and Ava], and I'm afraid that when i expose my ties to them, everyone will react as you-- AND BLAZE-- have.... and everything I've worked SO hard for will be gone. I have to live with my decision and my culpability in the events that led to Sharon's death for the rest of my life. Go ahead.... tell Morgan and the rest if you think you really must. But I had NOTHING to do with Master Mold and NOTHING to do with Mystech, save for its recent demise. I know you're taking sharons death very hard, and I understand your desire to... settle the score... so for the most part... I'll let you have your way... but hear me this:"

She said, making sure she had Alycia's undivided attention before continuing, with steel determination sparkling in her eyes. It was draw-the-line-in-the-sand time.

"My father died when I was very little... Stavros is my stepfather, and I never cared for the greedy, avaricious, murdering bastard... so do with HIM whatever you wish. Ava, however... is not to be touched. She is my kid SISTER and I will do WHATEVER it takes to SHIELD her... from YOU, from Alison, from EVERYTHING that's about to come down on Stavros Cassadine and his company. You SAW how Karen took losing Morgan... its something that CRUSHES a mother... and mine has already been through that ONCE with me.... I won't let her suffer it AGAIN with Ava. I will take care of her... I'll get her out of your way. Ava's just a girl, she's no threat to you... and she's not who you're after anyways.... She was only ever along for the ride-- for the MONEY... and Stav would NEVER trust her with something as big as the Mystech account. Don't MAKE this me versus you... that's not what this is. This is ME stepping up to my responsibility to PROTECT my sister from harm, and nothing else. We all have things we aren't proud of, Alycia, and I have more than most... INCLUDING the Cassadines... but no matter HOW I feel about her, my MOTHER loves her, and it's my DUTY to make sure she's safe-- and sacrificing my OWN safety to make sure my mother doesn't have to bury her OTHER daughter is something I CAN be proud of."
 
Persephone
Persephone
Great post, I really enjoyed reading this. :)
Karma
Karma
very nicely done. ;)
- Vivica didn't know where to start. She knew telling her secret would most likely end up in her demise but it was something that needed to be known. Something that needed to be told to everyone and Vivica needed to start somewhere. She decided at the moment, the best person to start with was Blaze. -

"Cameron King was my best friend in the entire world. But my friendship with him, didn't start out honest exactly... Years ago, before the Six was constituted, before any of them knew who they were, the CIA was the only world's defense against Mystech. They were a growing superpower and they had their hands in the jar of almost every deal in the world. They were too strong.. I was a budding field agent. Back then, being a mutant in the CIA was not something to necessarily be proud of, but my Senior Officer knew that my abilities were a great asset to them.. The Department of Special Research had been investigating the best way to fight off this growing threat. They had power the world have never seen.. They realized the only way to fight off Mystech was to pit fire with fire. They were the ones who first discovered the prophecy of the Six. They began working with seers, telepaths, dime store psychics and gypsies, something that went against their code of ethics.. But they figured out the identity of each and every one of the members of the Six. With this information a new, black ops division of the CIA was formed.. Omega-4.. They were a group of special agents with mutant powers like my own. I was a part of them. The division's job.. was simple.. Protect the Six at all costs while thwarting the attempts of Mystech along the way...."

- She turned her head away slightly. It seemed like only yesterday that she had been assigned at Omega-4. Vivica remembered being so excited. She didn't really know or expect how her life would turn out at that point, how much Cameron would penetrate her core. Snapping back to reality she continued the story, looking at Blaze. -

"Six of us were assigned to each of the members of the Six and others were delegated to people that could potentially play a part with the Six in the future. Our job was to really penetrate their lives, become confidants to them, to ensure that they would be constituted, to be sure that you all could enventually become the supergroup you were destined to become. My assignment was to Cameron King. I was planted as his personal secretary at the first headquarters to King Enterprises when Cameron was just becoming a mogul in the worlds of stock trading. I would run his errands, schedule all of his appointments and stay late with him at night working on projects. I knew my assignment, I wasn't supposed to get close.. but there was something about him, Blaze.. he just got to me where he wasn't supposed to be able to..."

- Smiling for a moment, she embraced herself in the memories of all the uncomplicated times with Cameron back in the LA Offices. They were fun, they were innocent, and they were the moments Vivica missed the most. It was hard to talk about this.. It was actually the first time she had said any of this outloud to anyone and it felt therapuetic. -

"I continued my work up until the moment I scheduled the meeting for Cameron with Morgan Victoria at Illustra, the day they first met. Morgan and Alison's plants were on board as well as the scheduled interview between Alexis and Morgan that day. Everything worked instrumentally. The Six was constitued. You all destroyed the Citadle. It was amazing. I thought my job would be over. I thought I could get out of the CIA, just be Cameron's friend.. but I soon learned that it wasn't possible. My job became progressively hard after the Inferno. You were dead and Morgan and Cameron were at each other's throats. Alycia Barnett was there and trying to bring Cameron down with use of the SEC. She would have won too. We didn't have that kind of jurisdiction, nobody knew Omega-4 existed. I got my next assignment. It was to terminate Alycia. I was floored. Omega-4 was going too far. Too many had already died and now they were asking me to kill? I couldn't take it.. I told Cameron everything right before the battle with the Super Soldier. He dissappeared after that. I can't help but think that I was part of the reason. I quit the unit and ever since have been running for my life. Omega-4 is trying to terminate ME now..but I am not going to kill for them. I am not their puppet. And NOW.. that is not even the worst part..."

- She looked at Blaze right in the eyes. -

"The twins.. I don't.. I don't think they are real, Blaze..."
 
< Erika appeared in front of Illustra. Morgan wasn't there. She could tell. This was a chance to do some kind of damage. She knew she had to be careful. Most likely, Karen or Morgan had place protection on the girls so she couldn't even think of going there. Her best bet was the fresh blood. Delilah and Nicholas. She would have to be tricky about this. Now that they both knew what she looked like, she would have to go in covertly. Erika needed to wound somebody. She needed SOMEBODY's blood on her hands, just to prove that she was NOT kidding around on her threats to kill them all. Before entering the building, she closed her eyes as her image shimmered slightly and suddenly changed into the image of Haleigh Davidoff. Erika had scryed before coming to Illustra and she knew for the most part where everyone was in the building. Erika then decided to bypass all of floors and elevators by dissappearing in a torrent of flames and reappearing outside the door of Alison's apartment. Erika's glamoury skills were extremely gifted as she was able to match everything about the person she had changed into, even their fingerprints. She was going to get rid of both Delila and Nicholas tonight or at least take them out long enough to kill her sister. She rang the door bell and patiently waited for one of them to answer the door. Erika muttered to herself. >

"Okay now.. BE Haleigh.. How to be Haleigh? I know.. I will just be painfully robotic and threaten to kill someone... Perhaps I will talk about how secretive I am.. That ALWAYS comes in to play.. What the hell did Cameron see in that bitch? Who cares.."
 
Nicolas was talking with Delilah as he heard the doorbell.

Hmmn. That's odd.

As he went to see who it was, he became more alert, using his powers to scan the perimeter for any surprises. He was puzzled by his findings.

He opened the door to see Haleigh Davidoff standing before him. He smiled and spoke to her smoothly and easily.

"Hello, lady. What brings you up here? I hope you are feeling well after the day's events. As for myself, I am amazed at all the crap going on. I would have hoped that sisters could get along betterbut having nosiusters, how would I know, right? Would you like a drink, or maybe a snack? Alison has the best stuff in her kitchen. Oh, where ARE my manners. Come right in."

But inside, he immediately realized that this was Erika King.

What Erika failed to consider is that Nicolas, as an Omega-level telepath, walks around minds opened to him like books ALL DAY LONG. He chooses what to read or what not to read and even Haleigh, who has some protection, would show up for him to at least try. THe ONLY exceptions are Morgan (who was in Cali), Alison (who he KNEW was upstairs), Dr. Victoria and Ororo (who would not appear illusioned to him), and ERIKA KING, who had made a serious mistake coming here. As he spoke to her in his greeting, he made no sign of what he was REALLY doing.

First he contacted Persephone by locating the nearest mind beside Morgan's body (to whom he was connected).

Seph, this is Nicolas. I apologize for the interruption but Erika has decided to try to attack Alison by subterfuge. She is at the doorway of Alison's suite right now. Return immediately.

Next he "spoke" to Delilah.

Say nothing. This is actually Erika King is disguise. Haleigh is REALLY meeting with Alycia right now. Trust me, I am positive about this. On the count of three, shoot directly at the doorway, full force. One, Two, Three.

Nicolas stepped smoothly to one side, hoping that Delilah would listen...
 
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< Erika laughed to herself as the clone she had sent over to Illustra was getting ready to battle Nicholas and Delilah. An evil smile curled up in her face as she knew that the telepath Nicholas would think he was so smart. No doubt he would fight her being the knight in shining armor that he was. How pathetic. She now stood in front of Cameron's Los Angeles Compound that was now owned by Alison. She had magical detectors on his house and she could sense a spell around her. She could smell it permeating in the air like velvet on her skin. The spell had the sick smell of Morgan Victoria all over it. Morgan was here. Her training in Limbo had made Erika remarkably stronger and that was her best defense. Everybody would underestimate her. They had no clue what she was capable of now. She had access to other things and rather fight them with white magick this time, she would fight them with the darkest magick she had learned. Ororo didn't want her to study the darker magicks. She was afraid that she would turn into the woman Erika hated the most. Her mother. But Erika became power hungry, she wanted to know what her mother was capable of. She wanted to stand her own against Alison. She learned the darker magicks. She learned to harness Witchfire. She learned the powers of her mother. Now all she needed was a kill. Erika was ready. >

"Game on Bitches..."

< Chanting in a dark unknown language she sent out her own spell. A decloaking spell. It wasn't strong enough to break Morgan's spell apart but it would give her clarity enough to find her and Morgan would most certainly feel her own magick being messed with. Dissappearing in a flurry of flames she appeared in the study. Nobody appeared to be there but she could hear the high heels of both the women clicking around the house. She cackled as her laugh echoed throughout the house and she began her work. >

"Come out to play GIRLS!"

< Closing her eyes she began to channel her own dark magick as a bell tolled in the background that could be heard everywhere in the house. It sounded like a belltower was going off. The bell rang Six times as from the top of the stairs a FLOOD of what appeared to be BLOOD ran flowed down the staircase and into the main foyer of the house reaching every room. It seemed not to stop as it thickness and smell was almost too real. From within the blood what could only be described as a large serpent's back appeared for a split second as it slithered deep back into the water. Erika cackled with glee her eyes glowing almost iradescent in the blackness of the house as she chanted. >

"From the SEA OF VENGEANCE!
INTO THE REALM OF EARTH!
I SUMMON NASIR! DO MY BIDDING!
I AM YOUR MASTER!
FROM BENEATH YOU IT DEVOURS!!"

< Erika had ignited quite a powerful spell. In her time in Limbo, she had secretly mastered the skill of necromancy, allowing her the powers of rising the dead and summoning undead beasts to do her bidding. She had summoned a mythical snake beast known as Nasir from the same Hell Dimension her mother had been banished to long ago. The snakelike beast fed on the souls of those who dared ventured into the realm. It had a bloodlust for creatures of magick and the ruler of Limbo and a Goddess would make the beast nearly insatiable. Erika knew she had to fight fire with fire. She knew it was nearly impossible to destroy a goddess and nearly as hard to destroy the women in the Victoria family. The game was on. Meanwhile she waited for the human discoball and the poor man's Cameron to make their move on her at Illustra. >
 
Erika Clone - Illustra

< She knew Nicholas would sense her PSI Screen. It was a risky move but she was literally a clone. She was a vessel to scare the others with. To Keep them on their toes while she took care of bigger threats; Morgan and Persephone. If she could kill them while Alison was still resting it would be the perfect chess move. Alison would wake up and not only would her brother be dead, but now her best friend and yet another ally. Surely she would think she was a curse on the Six. That she was the one that caused them all to die. Nicholas was about the worst actor in the world. So Transparant for a Telepath. She smiled as she started her scare tactics. >

"No need for such formalities Nicholas. I KNOW you know who I am. I just came her for a warning, and call the human strobe light off or I will kill her where she stands. You think I don't KNOW how you think? My Brother was a BETTER telepath than you will ever be. The only difference is he KNEW the women he was surrounded with.. He knew what they were good for..."

< Waving her hands she encased Delilah in a strong pillar of water. The water would stop her breathing and restrict any movement. She knew that it would not hold her for very long with her powers over light, but she did it anyway. She needed to get the message across. >

"You have NO idea what you are getting yourself into Nicholas. These women will chew you up and spit you out. I see the way you are looking at Morgan. Good luck there. She might as well have National Security guarding in between her legs. You will be a SHELL of man when they are done with you. They did it to Cameron. Why do you think he left. It WASN'T because he loved them too much. They won't respect you... When you are with them all they is my BROTHER. Alison will grow to regret you.. Haleigh will not be able to deal with your powers being so like Cameron's and Morgan will probably try to kill you at one point or ANOTHER.. she has the rest of the team. Don't let her act her fool you, she is evil to the core.. more evil than you think I am and if I were you, Nicholas.. I would get out while you can.. before you let your association with them be the death of you... Because if you are with them when I kill them.. Don't think I will spare ANY MERCY on you..."

< She looked at her nails slightly and smiled as she turned her glance back to him. >

"Consider this friendly advice.. You are naive in this.. I would rather not kill a person who has nothing to do with the Six that would make me want to kill you.. but don't think I WON'T..."
 
Haleigh's Apartment - Illustra

:: Sydney watched Zach. He was good. He knew all the right things to say to the girls. Dodging around the love question, filling it with sentiment that Haleigh did love their Dad and just couldn't say it and that he was merely part of her expression of love to Cameron, evening offering them something to drink. Sydney laughed inside her head. He was smart and guarded, she liked Zach. She liked Haleigh and Zach together for some odd reason. It was partly due to the fact that both the girls wanted their father to reunite with their mother desperately or to at least find her. It was something Sydney was going to do now that her father was dead more than EVER. She turned to Sarah and smiled, whispering slightly under her breath. ::

"Hmm.. Perhaps Zach isn't so bad after all.. He IS eye candy after all.. I feel like I have been in a huge PMS festival all day.."

:: Sydney began to walk over to the mantle over the fireplace and look at all the different pictures, making conversation and trying to relax after the hard day she had. ::

"Haleigh has been to so many places.. I guess that is the life of an agent or a spy or whatever she was.. But she didn't always look like how she does now.. did she.. I always wanted to see a picture of what she really looked like.. Wasn't her real name something like.. Rebecca? Rebecca Mulligan or something?"

:: She was merely being inquisitive. Haleigh was so guarded and mysterious that Sydney now found the opportunity to learn whatever about Haleigh she could. She wanted to know the real woman behind Haleigh as Sydney found her absolutely spellbinding for a reason she couldn't really explain. ::

"Am I being too nosy?"

:: As she said it, she glanced her elbow over a rather large vase as it began to fall to the hard floor, surely breaking. ::
 
Haleigh's Penthouse - Illustra

:: Sarah watched her sister in udder amazement. The girl was so manipulative and cunning that it almost scared her yet it was amazing at the same time. She had obviously got that skill from Dad. She had heard him in business calls and conversations with the Six over the phone. Words were his weapon and Sydney had obviously picked up the skill. Either from Cameron or their Aunt Alison. Sarah couldn't believe their similarities. Both of them were so guarded and icy sometimes. Sarah was glad to know this new family of hers and how the girls could finally figure out the reason they were the way they were. Sarah sighed inside her mind as Sydney went in again to learn a little more about Haleigh. ::

"That girl is going to get herself killed one of these days.. Curiosity will surely kill this cat..."

:: She was enjoying the entire exchange between Zach and Sydney when she noticed that Sydney was about to knock over what appeared to an extremely expensive vase. As it crashed to the floor, Sarah let out a yelp. ::

"Sydney! The Vase!"

:: Instinctively she threw her hand out as a small disc of white energy was sent out hitting the vase as it out of nowhere veared it's direction and fell promptly on the plush couch, safe from harm. Sarah was speechless. What had just happened. Did she have powers like her dad? How did she not notice them before? Did Sydney have powers too? What did this all mean. She really didn't know what to say. ::

"Umm.. just lucky.. I guess..."
 
Nicolas quickly realized that erika had made him as she encased Delilah in a pillar of water. He kept his eyes on her as he caused it to dissipate. He listened to her lecture on the Six. She could have been Malice as she attempted to weave dissent between himself and the others. He simply smiled and shook his head.

Meanwhile, a pen on Alycia's desk began to write in large letters on a sheet of paper..

ALERT!! ERIKA KING IS AT ALISON"S SUITE RIGHT NOW!!!!

As he allowed Erika to finish, he responded.

"You are an even bigger fool than you looked at the reading of the will. The real problem is that you could never mean to Cameron what these women meant. That's why he left his kids to Alison and not you. The real problem is that this was not about you. It never was nor will it be. And I don't need any advice from you, I need you to go away, before you find more trouble than you bargained for."

As Nicolas spoke those final words, Erika's lungs and heart began to sieze up, frozen by his TK...
 
Erika Clone - Illustra

< Erika was flabbergasted at the words of Nicholas. >

"You INSOLENT LITTLE BOY! How DARE you speak on things you do NOT know anything about! I was trying to HELP you, you miserable PEON! But it seems that Morgan has you on a TIGHT little leash. Tell me how does it feel to be a lapdog, Nicholas.. do you BARK on her command as well?

< She laughed out loud at him as he attempted to seize control of her with his telekinesis. The boy was strong but even with the pain she able to struggle through it with more words. Since her meltdown she had been a little masochistic and if Nicholas would have looked down he would see cut marks all over her arm, a sign of her own sick dedication to causing the pain of others. >

"Playing... with... other girls' hearts... Morgan will be jealous....."

< Erika closed her eyes centering herself as she worked her own control on Nicholas. She still had her mind which was strong and something that Nicholas couldn't touch. She was a very good controller of the element of water as she began to dry up the water that was coursing through Rampage's system, all and any water in his blood stream, stomach, mouth, everything. It was incredibly painful and they were now at a stalemate with each other. She winked at him, still even in pain, she able to get at him. >

"I'll let go if you do.. Alison will be quite... displeased if she is not the one to kill me, Nicholas.. "

< Her breathing was getting harder and her heartrate was getting slower but she treaded on, her hatred fueling her every move.Besides, she was merely a clone, her death would not mean anything. Perhaps, this might work in her advantage, but she couldn't let on now, she had to maintain a cover that she was the REAL Erika >

"Come on Nicky... We will both just kill each other and you... you know it.."
 
"I think not."

The real Nicolas grabbed Erika's head from behind and slammed it backwards into his knee as he allowed his astral projection to dissipate. He had picked up a few tricks from his battles with Malice, in particular the ability to project a realistic astral form while operating elsewhere. He had found this trick particularly nasty and hoped that Erika would enjoy it as little as he had.
 
:: Nikolas' voice rang in Persephone head, stating that Erika had decided to pay Alison a little visit. ::

"Erika's at Illus--"

:: Hearing the bells toll in the background, Persephone's immediately turned toward the door seeing what looked like 'blood' flow down the stairs. Erika was here while a decoy was at Illustra. How creative. ::

:: Rolling her eyes at the 'scary' scene before her, Persephone's body levitated in the air as the 'blood' began to fill the lower rooms. Either Erika watched too many cheesy horror flicks, or she was about as creative as a block of wood. ::

"How horrifying."

:: Even and cold, Persephone's eyes caught sight of a large snakes body rise from the water and disappear just as quickly. She knew Morgan would be taken aback by the creature, but she also knew this would piss the witch off even more. If she was anything like Darkchilde, she fed off her fear. Persephone on the other hand enjoyed snakes. Even soul sucking dead ones. :D ::

"Oh, puppet. You really need to stop the after school party tricks and fight us yourself."

:: With her arms extended and elevated out to the side, Persephone thrusted them forward, clapping her hands fiercely. With a thunderous BOOM, a massive 100 degree wind blast hit the growing blood pond, sending it, and the snake, flying through the open doors and back into the foyer with hurricane-like force. The snake slammed THROUGH the opposing wall, flying into the study, burnt and battered. ::

:: The blood quickly evaporated, leaving only bits of it dripping from the ceiling and walls. Lowering herself to the ground, Persephone crossed her arms as the remaining breeze blew back her slightly tattered hair. ::

"I eat woman like you for lunch."

:: Her even voice cutting through the silence that fell over the house. ::
 
Partheon hotel

Blaze sat back in that smooth booth quietly observing Vivica almost suspicious. Why would this woman come to her suddenly? They barely had contact, but Blaze could see genuine relief from the ebony skinned beauty, which reminded her of her partner, Vivica.

Her green eyes fell down upon her glass, registering everything Vivica confessed. It did fit more than she thought possible. But Blaze barely had much contact with Cameron or Vivica. She was intrigued by everything the woman unveiled to her. She was silent for a few moments, her eyes looking around to see if they were alone without possible spies. Leaning forward on the table, Blaze tucked a piece of her own chocolate locks behind her ear.

"Well, that is quite a lot to absorb, but I thank you for trusting me with this information." Blaze's own memories of her time in Section One flashed before her memory banks.

"I know what it means to be an agent I was a Level Seven agent for one of the most powerful Anti - terrorist groups called Section One. They weren't your average agency we were all "ghosts", hell I even had a funeral. The game was centered around seduction, murder, and justice. It was clear as day and night and if an agent failed to fulfill a mission they were "canceled" or...." She stopped, closing her eyes as the memories flooding her mind. "Killed. I stared down innocent lives with the barrel of my gun. But I killed to survive, I kept the mess, I cleaned up the mess until I couldn't take it anymore and tried to leave."

Blaze never spoke of this personal matter to anyone until now, only Morgan knew of this. "It was while my time in Valiant that Michael came for me, one of our Operatives. He was as cool as ice, nothing scared him, he was a real prick but...he was the first man I loved I think the only one really." She reached for her drink taking a few thirty gulps. Once again, another secret Blaze had harnessed for years to come.

"Michael saw it differently and he tried to cancel me, his orders by Section One. But Morgan found me and destroyed him and she rescued me. I was glad and from that moment on I didn't look back. The rest is history." She leaned back in the booth, pondering about the various Agents assigned to them.

"Vivica, you spoke of Agents as you were assigned to Cam. Who were the others? Who was assigned to me?" She frowned, trying to recall if anyone stood out for her. "You guys blend in well." She laughed before her smile dropped at Vivica's hypothesis.

"The twins are a sort of taboo subject so to speak. They resemble their Dad to a T yet I have a few memories of them. But...their behavior is odd at times, but I know what its like to lose a parent at such a tender age. Why do you think this Viv? I never got much interaction with them other than Cam's Will reading."
 
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