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we'll have to chase her now...on with the story until we catch her!

Alpha's Omega
Chapter Two
By: Kayla Chavi and The Rose Society
Rating: R
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	Serenity lifted her staff, testing its weight with her hands. It
was going to be her last training session before her first mission and
her trainer was anxious about her abilities. Granted, Serenity had
learned faster than would be expected of the average human, but then
again, she was also created to be better than average. She had made
outstanding advances since she had first gained consciousness, but she
didn't think that satisfied her trainer very much.

	The door to the training room opened, causing Serenity to look
up. Entering the room was a woman not much older than herself. She too
had golden hair, although hers was a tad more flaxen then Serenity's.
With her cornflower blue eyes, Minako was a fair beauty, seemingly
very innocent. But the empty look in her eyes betrayed that image,
making most think twice before messing with her. After all, one did
not become the leader of a resistance cell without having some degree
of ruthlessness. Minako was practical above all things, very good at
survival, even at enormous cost. She never let her emotions get in the
way of the cause, putting every ounce of herself into everything she
did. It was mainly because of her that Serenity had progressed so
rapidly.

	Minako spared Serenity a glance before grabbing her own
weapon. She was very wary of Project Omega. The girl had an amazing
ability to peer into the soul, the memories of other people. While it
wasn't that uncommon of an ability, Omega could bridge even the
strongest of barriers with a touch and Minako made sure to avoid any
close contact with Serenity.

	The first time they had brushed mental hands, Serenity had
relived her days with Kunzite and their painful parting. When Minako
had finally pulled herself from Serenity's mind, the girl was crying.
Now, Minako felt as if Serenity looked at her with pity. And that was
one thing that Minako did not want. Pity was for the weak and Minako
was anything but.

	Serenity watched her for a moment before going into the center
of the room. She had been trained in all manner of weapons. Today they
were going to go through a series of weapons. The room was filled with
them and the object was to keep disarming your opponent until they ran
out of weapons.

	Minako didn't even ask if Serenity was ready before attacking.
Sword met sword in a flash of sparks and a loud clang. Metal work had
improved over the ages so the swords were lightweight yet very sharp
and well balanced. Serenity didn't hold back; she rarely had to
against this opponent, and if she did, then Minako would chide her for
it. Serenity kept her weapon for a few moments before Minako disarmed
her in a simple movement.

	Serenity grabbed the closest weapon to her, a spear. She used
her momentum to drive it against the sword and knocked Minako off
balance. The leader of Omega cell stumbled but maintained her grip on
the sword.

	This continued for nearly twenty minutes until once again
Serenity found herself unarmed. She was about to get another weapon
when a gun went off. Red dye spread over her practice clothes and she
sighed in defeat. It was a fatal wound, the signal for the end of the
match.

	Minako stood there, holding a simple pistol. "What's the
lesson, Serenity?"

	The Omega project just looked at her, stunned, and Minako
shook her head in frustration. "You're expecting me to play fair. This
isn't a game with rules. It is much easier for me to shoot you dead
then it is to fight you with a sword." She paused, "What's the
lesson, Serenity?"

	"That not everyone will play fair. That you must be prepared
for treachery. And if you want to survive, you yourself must be
practical and use whatever means necessary to survive," intoned
Serenity, standing up. Her movement jostled the bruise that had
formed from the impact of the rubber bullet. Concentrating, she opened
her healing powers, something she had been taught recently, and
instantly, her bruise was gone.

	Nodding, Minako turned to face the team of scientists
responsible for Project Omega. Demando was overseeing the entire match
while Ami rapidly analyzed data on a handheld computer. Ryo, a short
man with dark brown hair and an almond complexion, was conversing with
Taiki, a tall, brown-haired hermaphrodite, about the level of skill
that Serenity was displaying.

	"Take your measurements quickly," Minako said as she stretched
out. She did a series of flips to loosen her body. "Omega and I need
to continue."

	Serenity waited for the hub to clear and to give them room.
Taiki quickly finished up his set of measurements before giving her a
smile. She had decided that he was more a he than a she. Serenity had
learned that his original sex was male before the experimentation, so
she referred to him as male. It seemed perfectly logical to her. She
couldn't understand why that simple problem made other people a little
nervous around Taiki.

	She was contemplating her assignment when she looked over at
Minako. "What weapons will I be given for the mission?" she asked
suddenly. "If that is what I'm being trained for, then I need to
practice with what I have."

	Minako looked at her for a long moment without any expression.
Slowly she smiled and a hint of pride showed through her coldness.
"I'm impressed," she stated as she went over to the side where a
weapons locker was standing partially open. "I didn't think you would
even consider that for at least another two days." Serenity felt the
warm glow of pride go through her. Minako didn't get impressed over a
lot of things that impressed others.

	Minako dragged the first piece of equipment out of the locker.
It was a beautiful sword, short and slender enough to fit in a hidden
sheath along Serenity's spine, much like Haruka's own blade. Minako
handed it to Serenity.

	Hefting it to get an idea of the sword's balance and weight,
Serenity gave Minako a slightly puzzled look. "We just established
that a gun would be easier. Shouldn't I be equipped with one?"

	Smiling wryly, Minako waved a hand at Serenity. "You are an
impatient one, I'll give you that. The museum showing will be
heavily guarded, with a lot of security. A gun would be immediately
found by the detectors. That sword," Minako motioned with her head,
"is much more harder to detect, it being the same configuration and
material as some of the human-enhancing metal parts that some people
have. In addition to the sword, you will be carrying a few knives,
hidden along the outfit you'll be wearing. You will also be equipped
with a few psyche-affecting bombs. Make sure to shield yourself
before detonation, or else you'll have one hell of a hangover."

	"I haven't experienced a hangover yet," Serenity pointed out,
but knew what the other blonde had meant. "However, I will shield
myself," she said quickly before Minako could say anything.

	"Now, if we had more time, we'd have someone train you in
how to shield a gun from the detectors. However, we do not have that
luxury at the present time. It took most above average people six
months. I'm predicting two weeks for you. But we don't have that time.
Perhaps later." Minako pulled out another piece of equipment. "This is
also not detectable." It appeared to be an earring.

	Serenity frowned, "I haven't pierced my ears," she said and
Minako shrugged.

	"I suggest you take care of that then. This emits a signal
only detectable by us. We'll know where you are at all times and vice
versa. We'll start practicing with it tomorrow. After you pierce your
ears."

*Alpha Laboratory, Alpha One Enclave*

	Kalkia watched as Endymion and Jonathan sparred, her eyes
bright with delight. This was the culmination of all her work, a
perfect Project Alpha. He was an outstanding specimen, especially from
a scientific point of view.

	He was even more outstanding from the physical view.

	Next to Kalkia, Rose shifted, stifling a groan. It had been
nearly a day and yet her body still hadn't completely healed. Kunzite
had not been kidding when he said that she would pay for that little
incident. He had kept her locked up in his chambers for six days
that had felt like six eternities. He had finally finished torturing
her yesterday and allowed her to leave. Rose had advanced healing,
like most modified humans, but even that wonderful system was unable
to completely fix everything in so little time.

	"Why do you not heal yourself," Endymion had asked when she
had finally returned to her quarters. He was helping her to her bed
as gently as possible, her body one large wound.

	"There are certain abilities of mine that I hide from Alpha,
ever since I first came into their service," Rose had replied, biting
her lip to stop her scream of pain. After a few harsh breaths, she
continued. "If Alpha were to find out about these abilities, I would
be called upon to do more than they already expect of me. I don't want
that and so I hide them."

	Shifting again, Rose tried to find a position on the couch
that wouldn't irritate her wounds, to no avail. Fed up, she decided to
just stand.

	Kalkia looked at her in annoyance. "You shouldn't be here,"
she finally said. "You should be in bed and sleeping. You're only
making it worse." She glanced over at her friend for a brief instant
before turning back to the fight. She noticed something and sighed.
"Jon, he's favoring his left side."

	Endymion blinked, "No, I'm not." His insistence was almost
childish. They were slowly getting his mental and emotional ages up,
but it was taking time. He still said things like he was a sixteen
year old boy in a twenty-four year old's body.

	Jon made an attack that would leave a large and painful bruise
if not taken care of. "Thanks, Kaya," he said and they continued to
spar.

	Kalkia returned her attention to the former topic. "I'm serious,
Rose. Go back to bed. Jon and I can handle this."

	Rose shook her head stubbornly. "I'll be fine, Kalkia." She
glanced back at the fight and noticed what Kalkia had, a moment ago.
Knowing that it was her pain that was being broadcasted to Endymion,
she added another mental layer to her shield. She hoped it would
help.

	After about the fourth whack to Endymion's left side, Kayla
stood. "Take a break boys," she said and then pulled Rose towards the
door. "We'll be back." She was going to take care of her friend then
and there. Jonathon watched them go as he got a drink of water and
shook his head.

	"Heal yourself quickly, Endymion, we're not going to be given
much of a break. Kaya is a slave-driver when she puts her mind to it."

	Glowing golden, Endymion healed all his injuries quickly. "You
called the doctor something that would not be considered very polite.
And yet you obviously hold great regard for Kalkia. Why the
inconsistency?"

	Jonathon blinked at the suddenness of the question and ran a
hand through his dark hair. He thought about the answer to that
question for a long moment before looking down at Endymion, (the man
was, after all, six and a half feet tall, abnormal even for the
current genetics). "I don't mean it in a bad way," he finally said,
"I'm not being very inconsistent. Kalkia as a bit of temper and a hard
streak, its part of who she is. She's very temperamental but I still
care about her a great deal."

	Endymion tilted his head to the side in confusion. Endymion's
next statement seemed to come out of the blue. "Do all humans love
someone that is difficult to handle?"

	Jonathon burst out laughing, "Hell no," he said. It was
obvious that he wasn't laughing at the other man, just that the
thought was funny. "No, not everyone in the world is as difficult to
handle as Kalkia. Most relationships will find a balance, something
that you're comfortable with. Women are just difficult to handle on a
regular basis, and any man who tries to, is a fool. You can't control
a woman, Endymion, so don't even think about trying to. Nature made
them incredibly emotional and moody but Nature also gave them a great
capacity to love." He looked over at the door and his expression
changed to one of thoughtfulness as he obviously thought about his
lover. He turned his head to the side, "You don't choose who you love,
Endymion. Love controls you, not the other way around."

	Pausing for a moment, Endymion replied, "I have not chosen
who I will love. Dr. Nakazaki has already informed me that it will be
Omega. But this is not a matter of love, because I have no feelings
for this person who I have not met. Both doctors have told me that
physically and mentally, all attraction is for Omega. But these are
biological phenomenon, not something as abstract as love."

	Scratching his head, Jonathan looked perplexed for a moment.
Shaking his head, he handed the padded staff back to Endymion. "Let's
get back to sparring, shall we? With all this philosophy, we'll be
standing here until the end of the world and we'll still be debating
with no clear answer. And Kaya will have my head if she returns and
finds us slacking." Lifting one end of the staff, he bowed slightly
and said, "En garde."

*Alpha Headquarters, Alpha Prime, once known as the United States*

	Jedeite heaved a sighed, his green eyes flashing his annoyance
as he pushed an errant light-blonde lock out of his eyes. "Look, Neph,
I don't think that those upstarts will hit Alpha Prime's artifact.
It's just too well-guarded to be their first target."

	A tall, muscular man, with wavy brown hair, glared at the
shorter man. "Fine then, smart guy, where do you think they will hit?"

	Jedeite grinned. "I don't have a clue."

	His jaw dropped before Nephlite could catch himself. "What do
you mean?"

	Shrugging, Jedeite waved a hand over the map. "I really don't
have any idea. Any other target is just as probable. I just wanted to
pull your leg." He chuckled.

	Nephlite shook his head, annoyed. "One of these days, Jed--"

	His threat went unfinished as the door to the tactical room
opened, unbidden. In walked Esmeraude, a grin upon her face, her boots
clicking against the marble floor as she sashayed over to the men.
Jumping up onto the table, she purred, "Miss me boys?"

	Both men rolled their eyes. Yanking Esmeraude's hair, Nephlite
jerked the irritating woman off their holographic map.

	"Isn't there somewhere you should be?" Jedeite muttered as he
smoothed his hair. "Someone you should be doing?"

	Esmeraude narrowed her eyes and fluidly rolled off the table.
She walked slowly and purposely towards the blonde man who didn't look
in her direction. She stopped when she was behind him and her hands
hovered over his shoulders.

	"I'm not in the mood to play around, Esmeraude," he said
coolly. He didn't even flinch as she raked her nails down his back and
left it in bloody ribbons. The skin closed quickly but it was still
sore when she touched the healing wounds.

	"I'm not in the mood to be ignored," she purred softly in his
ear, still standing behind him.

	"We're not ignoring you, we're following Kunzite's orders,"
Nephlite said firmly and he locked eyes with the green-haired woman.
"We really don't have time for games."

	Esmeraude pouted, then straightened. "If you guys won't play
with me, I suppose I shall have to amuse myself with the toy Kunzite
just gave me." A sick smile spread slowly across her face as a feral
gleam shone in her eyes. "Kunzite always picks blonde, blue-eyed
women. I was really hoping for something new. At the very least, he
should give them to me before he's broken them mentally. All they do
is sob while I have fun. It's rather aggravating."

	Not bothering to turn around, Jedeite replied, "You like it
anyways, Esmeraude. You like to screw anything and everyone, whether
they're willing, unwilling, fighting, or compliant, as long as they
are still alive." He paused. "Well, at least still warm."

	She rolled her eyes, "That girl died after I was done with
her, not before," she snapped.

	"Careful, you don't want us to think that you actually had
standards, do you?" Nephlite said dryly and looked away. "Please go
and amuse yourself with this new toy."

	"But I find Jedeite much more amusing," she began to smile
again as she lightly stroked the healing scratches. Jedeite closed his
eyes briefly but continued to ignore her. Normally she went away when
he didn't pay any attention to her. "I know there is something that
I'll do to you that you can't resist."

	"Esmeraude," Nephlite warned.

	"I mean there has to be something," she continued and then
leaned down to lick one of the scratches. "You have to want something,
Jedeite, you're only a man. I don't see you filling your bed with dark
haired girls. In fact, I see your bed rather empty. What happened? Did
little Rei emasculate you?"

	Grabbing her by the throat, Jedeite growled, "It's none of your
damn business who the hell is in my bed, Esmeraude. The only thing
that you need to know is that you'll never be in it." Tossing her like
a sack of potatoes, Jedeite began to glow, his aura an angry shade of
red.

	As Esmeraude hit the floor, Kunzite walked in, his eyes
widening at the scene. "Well, well, Esmeraude, do I sense a new theme?
It seems as if every time I see you, you're being thrown around like
trash. I wonder, is that a hint?"

	The green-haired woman glared at the general. Her voice was
rough from the past and now recent abuse. "If you hadn't stopped me,
general, I would teach that doctor-bitch that she shouldn't mess with
the enforcer of Alpha. You'd never had a problem getting her into your
bed ever again." She quickly departed after that remark, hoping to
nurse her bruised ego with a good session of rape and torture.

	Making his way to the two other men, Kunzite pulled up a chair
and sat down, the leather of his knee-high boots protesting just a bit.
Jedeite turned to look at his superior, his aura fading. "Again,
Kunzite?"

	Looking at the smaller man, Kunzite raised an eyebrow. "What
do you mean, again, Jed?"

	Pulling up his own chair, Nephlite looked at the silver-haired
general. "What he means is, you went back to Rose again, didn't you?"

	Kunzite raised an eyebrow, "My my, a lot of gossip goes through
this office, doesn't it."

	"So the answer is yes," Nephlite leaned back and shook his head
but he didn't continue his thoughts.

	Jedeite chuckled quietly. "Something funny, Jed?" Kunzite asked
idly. The blonde man slowly sat back down in his chair, wincing
slightly as his back came in contact with the cold leather.

	"Esmeraude doesn't understand why you like Rose," he said
simply. "I find it humorous that she understands so much about sex and
rape but doesn't understand the allure of your favorite toy."

	"And yet you seem surprised that I took her again," Kunzite
looked at the map as he talked. He seemed to be paying more attention
to the task at hand then the conversation. It was like Rose was an
afterthought. However, both men knew him better than that.

	"Not surprised. Disappointed," Jedeite corrected.

	"She's not Minako," Nephlite pointed out quietly. "She's not
even blonde."

	"And she used to be our friend," Jedeite added. "She's not
some stranger you can grab off the street. She's someone we knew, who
knew us, from before the Change."

	Kunzite shrugged. "I know that she's not Minako, Neph. And what
does it matter that she used to be a friend?"

	Nephlite sighed heavily and ran a hand through his wavy
chestnut hair. "If you can't understand it, then we can't explain it."
He paused, "What about Kalkia? You ignore her just as much as you
force Rose. Wouldn't she be a better substitute? She'd last longer and
you wouldn't be as irritable afterwards."

	Jedeite rolled his eyes, although the movement was unperceivable
underneath his messy bangs. "Not every man wants to get their prick in
Kalkia, Neph, just you."

	"I didn't say that." The brunette looked displeased with
Jedeite's statement. "You know I don't want her like that.

	"Yeah yeah, I know," Jedeite looked up. "Anyways, just because
Kalkia was made for sex doesn't mean that every man wants her. Kunz
chooses Rose because she reminds him of Minako every time she stands
up to him. But she always eventually gives up, because he knows how to
manipulate her. Kalkia, he ignores, because she'd be a willing partner
and he doesn't want that." He sighed heavily, "We should just get rid
of her anyway," he muttered.

	"We're not going to kill her just to make ourselves feel safer,"
Nephlite said as if this fight occurred often. "Kalkia has her uses
other then just sex."

	"You've made your point, Neph, let's get back to the topic at
hand."

	Nephlite shrugged, "Very well." He paused and went right back
to the previous subject. Kunzite. "And he doesn't get that we don't
agree with his choices because we all know Rose and don't like seeing
him hurt her," Nephlite echoed. "But Kunzite will continue to ignore
us and we'll continue to keep our mouths shut, like always."

	Kunzite grunted. With a sigh, Jedeite and Nephlite turned back
to the map and picked the first argument back up.

*Medical Facility, Alpha Laboratory, Alpha One*

	Zoicite picked up his dermal regenerator as soon as Kalkia
entered his office with Rose in tow. "I'd figure you'd be stopping by,
eventually. What did he do this time?" Rose laid down as gently as
possible on the examination table.

	Irritated, Kalkia waved her arms around. "What didn't he do?
You might want to start on her back, Zoicite."

	Carefully pulling the shirt from Rose's back, Zoicite hissed at
the sight of the whip marks. "This is quite extensive damage. It's
going to take me awhile."

	Crossing her arms, Kalkia leaned against a wall. "I've got time,
Zoi."

	The lithe scientist shook his head and had Rose strip her shirt
away. He unclasped her bra and began to work on the lash marks. Kalkia
watched for a moment and then began to tap her foot irritably against
the cold metal floor. Zoicite looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

	"I thought you had time."

	Kalkia blinked and then actually blushed. "Sorry. Didn't know
I was doing that."

	Zoicite frowned and stopped with the dermal regenerator for a
minute. "Did you take it this morning? It's been a week, hasn't it?"

	"I ran out two weeks ago," she wrinkled her nose. "I'm not
exactly up to begging Kunzite to give you the next series of formulas.
I'll be fine. You're not done with Rose yet." Every week, she had to
play the good doctor in order for Kunzite to reward her with a formula
capable of helping her to subdue the Urge. At the end of the week, the
Urge adapted to the medicine and any old formula would lose its
efficacy. If Kalkia wanted to keep the Urge in check, she had to get
a new formula every week.

	"Kalkia, this is not wise."

	"I have Jonathon. I'll survive without the formulas."

	"He is only a man, a mortal one at that."

	"Don't pretend to care, Zoi. Just shut up and finish Rose's
back."

	Zoicite glared at Kalkia. She merely raised one red eyebrow
and gave him wide innocent eyes. He returned to his task, grumbling
something about Antarctica and ungrateful redheads. Inwardly, Kalkia
gave a huge sigh of relief. She didn't want Zoicite to suspect that
she was doing alright even without Kunzite giving the next allotment.

	During a previous exchange between Rose and Kunzite, Rose had
managed to break into Kunzite's mind and, for a lack of a better
term, steal the latest formula, all without his knowledge. They were
able to take some of the chemicals needed from those that they were
using for Project Alpha and make her a small stash of the drug.
Unfortunately, Rose had been a little preoccupied with survival this
round and hadn't been able to steal the latest formula. The last batch
was losing its ability to control the Urge and Kalkia was becoming
more and more distractible, the Urge gaining and stronger and deeper
hold. They had to get the new batch soon.

	Thought theft was one of Rose's abilities that she was hiding,
just as Kalkia hid many of her own. They both knew that if Alpha found
that they were more talented than Alpha thought, Alpha just might
decide to force them to do more than they were already doing. Kalkia
had the power of telekinesis as well as the ability to control a
person's actions amongst her hidden repertoire. This would be a great
asset to Alpha, allowing them to infiltrate the resistance, send
someone that their members would not suspect, and kill their leaders.
Esmeraude would be especially excited to have Kalkia at her side
during an interrogation; she could cause more pain to a prisoner's
body from the inside out than Esmeraude's more cruder methods. 

	Rose was hiding one of her more powerful abilities: mental
control. She could enter another person's mind, take what information
she wanted, and leave them completely clueless, as she had done with
Kunzite, or she could absorb their personality, killing them without
touching their body, while causing them enormous fear and pain. It was
a hideous way to perish and Rose shuddered at the memory, banishing it
before she had to relive it. 'Not now.'

	Glancing at Rose, Kalkia broadcasted a thought to her friend. 'I
don't know if Zoicite won't pick up that I'm hiding something with his
own rudimentary mental powers. Are you sure that your mental shield
will hold?'

	Even though Rose made no outward movement, Kalkia could feel
her roll her mental eyes. 'Kalkia, you worry too much. That shield is
like a solid wall; there is no way that Metallia herself could break
it, despite her own great powers. Do you honestly think that Zoicite
or any of those in the Inner Circle can if even Metallia couldn't?'

	Kalkia fought the urge to kick her friend. 'Cocky, aren't
you?'

	Kalkia could feel Rose smile. 'You could say that. I know the
strength of my own powers and I'm very cautious. I wouldn't gamble
with using them, unless I was absolutely sure. So don't worry,' she
replied before she broke the link.

	Zoicite finished with Rose's back and took a step away from
the table. "Turn over, let's get a look at your chest."

	"No," said Rose, her voice slightly muffled, her cheeks pink.
The man who she had known since childhood was telling her to turn over
where he would get a good look at her bare chest. Not in this lifetime.

	"Oh, get off it, Rose. I'm a doctor for the love of Alpha.
Most of the time, I don't even register the gender of my patient.
Besides, you need me to treat the wounds. The last time you refused,
you ended up back here, a fever spiking around 110 and delirious. I
don't want you out of it when Project Alpha needs you in your best
shape."

	Blushing even harder now, Rose slowly turned over, the muscles
protesting the movement after taking such a punishment. Burns
criss-crossed her stomach, some healing, some still too severe to get
attention from her overtaxed repair system. Zoicite shook his head,
irritated. "I'm going to have to tell Kunzite that he can't routinely
damage one of my best doctors." He looked over at Kalkia. "You're
built to take this kind of abuse." He let his suggestion hang in the
air.

	"It's so nice that you all are still so worried about my
precious health," Kalkia snapped. "I'm a redhead. Kunzite hates
redheads. Besides, I like my sex life the way it is, thank you." She
ran a hand through her hair and began to re-braid it so she had
something to do. "Stick to fixing Rose, Zoi. It's what you're good
at."

	The tall man muttered more about Antarctica under his breath.
"After this, I'll talk to Kunzite about getting the formula. You're
not doing me or my blood pressure any good when you're in this state."

	"I'm touched that you're pretending to care. Really. I am. Fix
Rose."

	Zoicite rolled his eyes and there was silence for a moment
longer. Kalkia looked down at the ground and suddenly a faint heat
began to go through the room. It was barely noticeable and Rose's eyes
widened, and not from the pain of healing. "Kal..." she whispered and
Zoicite looked at the red head.

	"I knew it," he muttered and pulled away from the table. "Rose,
cover yourself and get off the table." The male doctor was good at
playing the political games when it came to things like this. He went
over to a communicator terminal. "Kunzite, I need you in my office now."

	Rose paled slightly and got off the table. She quickly dressed
and went to stand in a corner. Kalkia was glaring at both of them. "If
you think that I'm going to--"

	The light brown haired man's eyes darkened and he looked at
her coldly. "Get on the table, Kalkia. We're going to fix this now. I
am tired of paying for your stubbornness. I am tired of it affecting my
work."

	"I am not--"

	"You're not being given a choice. Get. On. The. Table." A
small breeze filled the room before Kunzite materialized on the
teleportation pad in the room. Teleportation was the fastest way to
travel, taking mere seconds to go from one place to any other place on
the globe. Alpha could instantly move entire armies from one
disturbance to another, if needed.

	Kunzite raised an eyebrow at the unhappy Kalkia sitting on the
table. "You pulled me away from an important meeting because of her?"

	Zoicite glared, "It's interfering with everything, Kunzite. I
need the formula now."

	Kalkia didn't look at the silver-haired general. No, she kept
her gaze firmly on the ground. Kunzite walked closer to her and she
suddenly locked eyes with him. Her green eyes contained threads of
silver that were glowing slightly. "I suggest you stay away," she
managed to say, quietly.

	He chuckled, "This is rich. How long as it been since you've
come this close to losing control?" He paused, thinking about the
matter. "Come to think about it, you haven't had the drug in what, two
weeks?"

	"Something like." Kalkia closed her eyes and let out a mental
scream directed only at Rose. 'Why is it that you want to avoid him
and I can do nothing but want him?'

	A rush of mental disgust came through the link. 'All I can say
is, tastes differ.' She looked at the general who was still looking at
Kalkia with confusion. 'In our case, it happens to differ greatly.'

	Kunzite placed a finger underneath Kalkia's chin, turning her
face to his own. "How the hell did you manage to last this long
without losing control?" His eyes narrowed, suspicious. She simply
should not have been able to last two weeks without losing control a
lot earlier.

	Instantly, Rose began to open her powers, her eyes taking a
solid dark purple, nearly black, hue, appearing like empty holes in
place of eyes. She placed a subtle suggestion in the mind of Kunzite
and Zoicite while giving Kalkia an answer to give to the men.

	Pulling away from any contact, Kalkia glared at the general.
"With all the recent preparations and shit going on with Alpha, I just
wasn't able to get an adrenaline rush necessary for activation. So I
haven't needed your 'help' prior to today."

	Nodding, Kunzite walked away from the table and turned toward
Zoicite. Luckily, both men were preoccupied with preparing the formula
that neither noticed Rose's strange purple-black pupil-less eyes
return to their normal state. Nor did they notice Kalkia's body sag
with relief.

	Several minutes later, Kunzite came back with a syringe. It was
filled with a pale blue liquid and he reached out to grab Kalkia's
wrist. She pulled away, "Do you really want to have the Urge raged
through you, Kunzy?" she reached for the needle.

	He grabbed her wrist almost painfully. "You force it through
me and I'll lock you up in a room by yourself so fast you won't have
time to blink. Give me your arm."

	"I see you're not threatening to kill me anymore."

	"That can change."

	"It won't be any time soon.

	"Give me your arm, Kalkia."

	Kalkia clenched her jaw and gave it to him. He injected her
harshly and slowly depressed the injection wand through her. She was
going to have a bruise there later. The silver in her eyes began to
fade away and her breathing sped up. She closed her eyes and laid down
on the table as a series of convulsions went through her.

	Kunzite watched impassively and handed the needle back to
Zoicite. Kalkia finally calmed down enough to open her eyes and look
at him. "You son of a bitch," she hissed.

	He chuckled, "It will last twenty-four hours. When it runs out,
you will report to me and I will deliver the next dose. I'm tired of
your defiance in this."

	He looked over at Rose for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "Why
is she here?"

	"Making sure I didn't fuck Jon in the middle of the practice
room," Kalkia said quickly. Kunzite would not be pleased if he knew
that Rose had refused treatment until now.

	Kunzite rolled his eyes. "We have what we believe to be the
first target of Omega. You and Alpha will be briefed tomorrow
morning."

	"We'll be there."

	"Just you and Alpha, Kalkia." Kunzite turned to go. "Rose will
remain here." He walked over to Rose, glancing the bruises up and down
her face. "You know, you really should be in bed," he said softly.

	Zoicite and Kalkia shot Kunzite surprised looks. The highest
general of Alpha, the perpetrator of vast atrocities, was actually
sounding...almost sorry for pain he had caused.

	But Rose wasn't at all surprised. Kunzite did have his moments
when his old self came through, the caring friend she had once known.
Of course, it was very rare, but they did show up now and again.
That's what made it so hard to hate him completely. "I have work to
do, General, you know that."

	Studying her with his pale green eyes, Kunzite looked very
serious. Rose just stood there, meeting his look. After awhile, he
nodded and stepped back onto the pad. With a whoosh of energy, he
dematerialized.

	Kalkia slowly got off the table. She went over to Zoicite and
slapped him hard across the face. "I. Hate. You." She went to the
other side of the room and slid to the floor. "Finish up with Rose and
then we're leaving."

	Zoicite looked stunned for a moment as a bright red welt
appeared on his cheek. "I could have you killed for that," he said as
he helped Rose back onto the table.

	"Perhaps," Kalkia didn't even look at him. For a moment it
looked as if she might cry. She didn't. Kalkia didn't even cry in
front of Jonathon, let alone Rose and Zoicite. Not after what had
happened. "Death is only the beginning," she whispered as she hugged
her knees. "Besides, Nephlite won't let you kill me. He still has too
many morals when it comes to me."

	Rose looked at her friend sadly and knew exactly what her
friend was reliving. Kalkia was sixteen when she had been taken for
the experiment. She was incredibly young and tenderhearted, not the
abrasive woman she was now. Kalkia hadn't been naive. No, she had
never been that, but she had been foolish. 

	She had thought that the four young men who had schooled with
her were like her brothers. They were her closest friends, along with
Rose, and she spent every moment out of her lessons with them. She
always told them her innermost feelings, how she disagreed with Alpha
and how she hated what they were doing.

	But then their tight-knit group was pulled apart. The four men,
Kalkia's heart-brothers, pledged their allegiance to Metallia. They
were now a part of the Inner Circle. Metallia had told them about
Project Alpha, how she wanted the best and brightest. And that would
include Kalkia. So, as the first demonstration of their loyalty, they
had to get Kalkia into the service of Alpha.

	Brothers should never have allowed it to happen. But they did.
Nephlite had told her that it was just a routine health inspection and
she had believed him.

	She had believed him all the way up until the point he injected
her with the anesthesia.

	When she had woken up, she was in a dark room filled with images,
some too horrifying for her to comprehend. All of the images had been
sexual in nature but not all of them grotesque. No, there were scenes
depicting gentleness and the softer side of sex as well as the
forceful side.

	Then came the first man and all her control was lost. She didn't
even realize what she had been doing until the lights had come on and
she was brought out.

	She never knew how long she had been spent isolated. She always
prayed that her brothers would come and tell her it was alright. She
always thought that they were doing something to save her.

	She saw Jedeite first and went to hug him, seeking comfort and
reassurance. He pushed her away and pleaded other business.

	Kunzite just looked at her coldly and said to get out of his
sight.

	Zoicite told her that she needed a drugs to control it. He
hadn't even looked into her eyes.

	Nephlite had backhanded her and said that she was a thing, a
monster, disgusting. He said he never wanted to look at her again.

	That was the last night she cried.

	Fighting back tears, Rose wrapped her mental arms around
Kalkia, trying to offer her friend as much comfort as possible. Rose
always wanted to remove Kalkia's memory of the event, take away the
hurt, but even her mental powers could not erase the damage. It was
just too extensive. Kalkia had felt betrayed, by the very people she
had thought were going to protect her. After that, Kalkia changed,
lost her softness, her heart. She no longer argued against Alpha but
instead accepted all their rules, her soul empty.

	After they had altered Kalkia, the generals had been racked
with guilt, despite the ruthlessness that Metallia had brought out
with the genetic alteration. She had been a sister to them and they
loved her. Nephlite had even been close to stopping it and getting her
out. He didn't, however, and let them continue with the experiment.  
	
	But forcing her to become a slave to the Urge, to force her
into the service of that which she hated, hurt them. So they made
themselves think of Kalkia as below regard, no longer the person they
once knew. They convinced themselves so well of this fact that they
no longer thought of her as human, just a tool for the cause. Most of
the time, they could ignore her. The other three were all for killing
her, now that her usefulness was over. But Nephlite, the person Kalkia
had been closest to, had vetoed the idea. He had suggested that she
might still be useful, just in case something happened to Alpha and
they needed to make a new one. In reality, however, Rose knew that
Nephlite still felt terribly about the whole thing, that he wanted to
erase what he had done.

	But Kalkia didn't believe Rose. If Rose tried to bring it up,
she just shook her head and said that she didn't care. But she did;
deep down inside, something in Kalkia was still hurting, even if she
lied to herself and convinced herself otherwise. It was harder for
Kalkia to heal after the trauma, because coupled with the hurt was the
guilt. Rose had confronted Kunzite when Kalkia had returned to her
quarters after the experiment. She didn't understand why they would do
something like this to their friend. That was when Kunzite raped her.
She always blamed herself even though Rose had tried to convince her
otherwise. The only thing Rose could do was offer as much comfort as
Kalkia would be willing to take.

	Kalkia whispered something very soft and Zoicite looked at her
sharply. He had missed the words but he knew that Rose had heard them.

	"Stay out of my head. Rose, just stay out."

*Alpha Headquarters, Alpha Prime*

	Endymion felt an odd tickle in his insides as he
re-materialized in the headquarters of Alpha. Kalkia stood by his
side, her face neutral. Of course, this wasn't the first time that she
had been teleported. But it was Endymion's first time and it was a
very novel experience. He couldn't help feeling curious about all the
new things that he was learning. Of course, today, he was going to
meet the four generals, members of the Inner Circle of Alpha. They
were the most powerful people on the planet, except for Metallia
herself. They instilled fear and hatred in even Kalkia, the most
non-emotional person he had met thus far.

	"Come on, Endymion," Kalkia said as she began walking away.
They headed towards the meeting room in silence. Endymion peered into
her mind as unobtrusively as possible. Kalkia had no idea, since
Endymion had learned to mask his entrances from his link with Rose. He
could sense the calm surface of her thoughts, knowing that she
regarded this as a normal thing for her to be doing. But underneath,
deep in her psyche, he could sense something, a sense of dread, of
fear. But it was so deep that he doubted that Kalkia herself was aware
of its presence.

	"When you meet the generals, make sure to stay quiet. I'll do
all the talking. Only speak when they ask you a question. They don't
trust you and will try to hurt you if you attract their anger." Kalkia
rounded the corner, her steps completely business-like. "Rose wanted
me to take care of you, but I'm not going to get myself into the line
of fire if you screw up, understand?"

	Endymion gently touched her elbow and she paused, "I won't mess
up," he said firmly. She looked at him and nodded curtly.

	"Good. I'd hate to have to make another one. You're too goddamn
beautiful to waste." She continued down the hall and then paused. She
looked as if she was about to say something but stopped and shook her
head.

	"Don't worry," he said quickly. "I know that you like to be a
bitch."

	She actually laughed and hit the acceptance button on the side
of the door. The doors opened and they walked in. Sitting at a long
table were the four generals, decked in semi-formal dress uniforms.
Kalkia had dressed up slightly for the occasion as well, but her
uniform had an abnormally long slit in the thigh. Endymion knew, just
from what he had learned from Rose's mind, that Kayla liked to tease
these four men.

	There was a moment of silence before Kunzite leaned back in his
chair. "Has he fulfilled all the requirements?"

	"Yes. He excelled beyond our wildest expectations."

	"In everything?" Jedeite raised a blonde eyebrow and Kalkia
turned to him. Slowly she smiled and tilted her head to one side
coyly.

	"I don't kiss and tell, Jedeite, you know that."

	Nephrite shot his old friend a look before looking back at
Kalkia. The blonde man narrowed his eyes angrily. "How dare you
imply--"

	"I implied nothing. It's not my fault you're frustrated."
Kalkia looked back at Kunzite, "We're here for a briefing, not to see
who can insult who the quickest."

	"Afraid you'll lose?" Kunzite asked idly.

	"Afraid I'll win?" she countered. At this point she was very
pleased with Endymion. He hadn't said anything yet and she was
enjoying herself. Kalkia took a small step towards Kunzite and leaned
over the table. "Afraid I'll top you?"

	Kunzite's eyes narrowed. Grabbing her right hand, he bared her
wrist. He squeezed it lightly and instantly, Kalkia's body responded.
She could feel the now familiar heat rush through her body and she
gasped. Instantly, every man in the room knew that Kalkia was willing.
Kunzite slid a hand down her side, watching as she shuddered with
pleasure. "Never forget who's in charge, Dr. Skye. No one tops me," he
said as he grasped her breast with his free hand, squeezing it
painfully. She whimpered and pressed closer, but Kunzite shoved her
away, a look of disgust on his face.

	Kalkia stayed exactly where she was. She didn't move. "Good
enough to touch but not good enough to fuck?" she said in a slightly
breathy tone. He hadn't turned it off and she didn't feel like doing
it herself. Nephrite almost stood up and protested, but Jedeite held
him back. They both knew that Kalkia never knew when to stop with
Kunzite, and they both knew that someday it would get her killed.

	"Dr. Skye--"

	"Kalkia," she interrupted, "You called me by my name once, you
can do it again," her eyes began to glow with the silver threads. "Now
either you will turn this off or I will roll it through you and you'll
spoil your clothes."

	Kunzite didn't move, he just watched her. "Turn it off, Kalkia."

	She clenched her jaw and held out her left wrist. "Do it for me.
You know you want to."

	"Kalkia, just turn it off," Nephrite said urgently. Even he was
starting to get uncomfortable. The man was practically her brother,
once upon a time. Brothers don't get hard off of their sisters.
"You're not going to win anything by this show."

	"Kunzite knows what I want." Her long auburn hair fell to one
side, baring the flesh of her neck. "I know what he wants."

	"We have a mission, Dr. Skye," Zoicite interrupted her but she
kept her eyes locked on Kunzite.

	Kunzite reached out to take her wrist and held his hand over
it for a moment. "Go ahead. I'm just a dog right? The best bitch
around. An animal. Would that make you into bestiality if you touched
me?"

	His aura flared up and Kunzite savagely crushed Kalkia's wrist.
She made no expression, even as his power broke bones. She merely
looked at him, challenging him. His power lashed out, crashing into
her body, sending her to smash into the wall. He strode up to her
fallen form and barely resisted the urge to finish the job. After a
moment, Kalkia looked up at him, not bothering to wipe the blood that
dripped down her face. She stood, painfully, to meet Kunzite's gaze.

	"Don't assume you know anything about me, doctor. All you know
are your urges, your lust. Fucking is what you do best and don't think
for a second that any of us have forgotten that. If you continue to
push us, you'll be terminated." Having said that, Kunzite lashed out
again with his power before cooling his aura. He pushed his fingers
against the gash he had made in her side, enjoying that she finally
showed a sign of pain in her face. "You are only a tool. Something
easily discarded. Never forget that."

	"Kunzite." This time Nephrite did stand and meet his General's
eyes. "Leave her alone. You're wasting too much energy disciplining
her. You're giving her exactly what she wants."

	Kalkia didn't say anything. She did wince when he touched her
side again, but there was a small smile on her face. Endymion politely
coughed. "Perhaps we should continue with the briefing now that blood
has been spilt?"

	Kunzite looked at the dark haired man and remembered that he
still had a duty to fulfill. Not sparing a glance at Kalkia, he strode
back to his seat and waved a bloody glove in Zoicite's direction.
"Zoi, start the presentation."

	Nodding, Zoicite activated the holographic monitor on the
table. "This, Project Alpha, is a topological map of Alpha Three
Enclave. There will be a public showing of various Alpha artifacts.
This will include a showing of the fabled Crimson Flame, one of the
seven artifacts of legend. The old prophetess mentioned the seven
artifacts, saying that they would bring about Omega. The resistance
will need to gain possession of all seven before they can do anything.
Alpha has all of them, scattered around Earth, hidden in high security
areas. We of the Inner Circle decided that we needed to flush out the
rebels and in order to do that, we had to present them with a tasty
enough target. This is Crimson Flame," Zoicite hit a button, changing
the image, "and it will be presented at a black tie function at the
museum in the enclave. You, the head doctors, and some of our forces
will be there, to capture any and all resistance members. They are not
to gain possession of the Crimson Flame."

	Endymion nodded and studied the readouts for a brief instant.
"If all of you show up to the party then it's going to make them
realize that something isn't right," he pointed out.

	"That's why it will be Kalkia, you, Rose and Jedeite at the
party," Nephrite said in his quiet and calm voice.

	"Why Jedeite?" Kalkia looked at the blonde with a faint look of
surprise.

	"Why, to watch our dear little Rose," Jedeite said with a grin.

	"Of course," Kalkia said with a hint of sarcasm. "How foolish of
me not to realize this."

	"How foolish indeed," Kunzite murmured. Nephrite put a hand on
his shoulder, willing him not to bait Kalkia anymore. Guilt ate at him
for letting her be pushed around but he shoved it back. He had to
remind himself several times that she was just an animal seeking after
her own pleasure. Animals didn't have feelings and you didn't feel
sorry for them.

	'Really?' Nephlite jerked in surprise, the mental voice of
Rose surprising him. None of the other occupants made any indication
that they noticed, all paying attention to Zoicite's presentation.
Only Endymion felt his friend's connection with Nephlite and smiled
secretly.

	'Rose? Why are you contacting me?' Nephlite was confused. Rose
usually didn't try to contact any of them mentally, knowing that she
was too hurt by their betrayal to interact with them other than what
was required.

	She sighed. 'Oh Nephlite, Kalkia isn't like that and you know
it. She feels just like I do. Why don't you make Kunzite stop hurting
her?'

	Glancing sideways at his superior, Nephlite gave a mental
snort. 'You try reasoning with him, Ro. It's next to impossible,
especially when Kalkia is deliberately baiting him.' Her frown was
very evident over their link. 'Stop trying to make me feel badly for
Skye, Ro. It won't work.' He broke their link, getting the faint
aftertaste of her disappointment. Blocking his mind, he turned back to
the briefing.

	Endymion had heard the murmur of the brief exchange and then
looked over to see that Kalkia's face was devoid of any expression as
she listened. Every once in a while she would look over at Kunzite
and then back at the presentation. Endymion did not have to
concentrate on it the way that normal people would have, or the way
that Kalkia had to. He was able to pay attention to other things as
well.

	He saw Nephlite look at her for an instant and he suddenly
wanted to scream. All of the men in this room cared for the girls they
allowed to be hurt time and time again. Because of what Rose had done
to him, he felt offended by it. He felt offended that Kalkia even
wanted Kunzite, wanted him to her hurt her, wanted a reaction. He felt
even more anger when he realized that a part of her--

	A mental barrier slammed into him. 'I don't even like Rose in
my head. You, stay the hell out.'

	'This is wrong.'

	'It's life. Accept it and move on. Pay attention to the
lecture. You're not supposed to worry about right or wrong. Let me
create some entertainment and everyone will be happy. Besides, once
this is over, I'll be dead and no one will mourn me except for my
lover. Stay. Out.' She built another mental wall over her thoughts,
effectively shutting Endymion out.

	Frowning, Endymion weighed his options. He could easily tear
away that mental wall and force Kalkia to continue the conversation.
But that would be an intrusion and he could feel Rose in the back of
his mind already frowning at him. Of course, he could secretly, just
as Rose could, tamper with her mind and change her thinking,
forcefully.

	'But that's wrong, Endymion.'

	'Doctor, she wants to die. Does that not bother you?'

	He could feel her sorrow. 'Of course it does, Endy. I love
Kalkia like a sister and I would feel her loss tremendously. But I can
understand her pain and her desire for it all to end. I completely
agree with her. So who am I to stop her?'

	'I wonder why do you not do more. You can easily alter the
minds of everyone in Alpha, making them change their ways.'

	Rose replied, 'I can't do that, Endymion. It would work so
long as I kept my control over them. Forcing them would not be a
solution, just as it isn't a solution for either Kalkia or myself in
regard to death.' He could feel her grow tired, a side-effect of her
rapid healing. 'Leave Kalkia alone, Endy. Please.' He could feel her
close the link. He sighed. She was one of the few that he could not
defeat in a game of mental war. So he did as he was told and tuned
back to the mission briefing.

	"This is one of the lesser artifacts," Zoicite was finishing,
"It will bring them the least amount of Power which is why we're using
it. We will have guards stationed of course but if Omega is there, we
want her killed. Stopping her is the only next acceptable solution."

	"Do we know what she looks like yet?" Kalkia asked calmly.

	"No," Nephrite said when no one looked ready to answer her.

	She made a sound that was a cross between a laugh and snort.
"Good thing that Endy comes prepared," she muttered.

	Ignoring her, Kunzite stood, looking at Alpha. "Your priority
is clear. Destruction of Omega at all costs. Be prepared to leave in
six hours. Dismissed."

	Nodding, Kalkia moved towards the exit, her side still
bleeding, although not as profusely as before. However, Endymion did
not join her, a frown on his face.

	"You have a question, Alpha," asked Jedeite. He was curious
about this odd creature.

	"At all costs. Is anyone expendable?" He looked at the four
generals, pausing just briefly on Kunzite.

	Jedeite looked surprised then looked to Kunzite. The others
followed suit. Raising a flaxen brow, Kunzite replied, "Everyone, even
yourself, Alpha. Our goal is the destruction of Omega and we'll do
anything to make that happen."

	Endymion nodded. "Just wanted to be clear." He headed toward
the door and exited, leaving Kalkia to follow his footsteps in
confusion at his strange behavior.


Author Notes:

KC: Allo all! I hope that you enjoyed this chapter and forgive the
massive delays in getting it out. It seems that college professors
have no sense of what is really important. I mean, they wanted us to
take these stupid finals and not write. I know, I know...how dare they
even suggest that, yet they did.  I hope you liked!
RS: Ne ne, new website! Thanks Bejjies-itoko-sama, Ekat, and piepie!
You guys are awesome! Make sure to change any bookmarks, etc. Sorry
again about the long wait >< Hopefully, you'll forgive and continue to
read ^^;; Until next time...
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