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Ch. 102 // How Do You Feel? // Day 78

Contents (Warnings): Sum up what's left (Angst, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,000+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: definitely not Mariah Carey's all I want for Christmas is you.

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(Dec. 20th, Tuesday)

Lynette

It had been nearly two weeks since the incident.

After we were collected, given immediate care, exchanged our testimonies, and debriefed, we were allowed to go home.

Most of it was mashed together in my mind. I figured it was due to how fast everything happened. Working at the pizzeria is a testimony to that statement.

I knew there were mass casualties—most of the people in the basement were recovered, and Andras, along with Victoria, were in custody, most likely going to be put to death.

I didn't know the extent of the C.P.P.A.'s legal system and wanted to avoid asking Wicks. Despite claiming he was okay, I knew he wasn't.

Lately, he was antsy. He'd check on me every hour, and each time he did, he'd offer me sweets—far more than usual. His excuse was that he had to dispose of the ever-increasing keep-away-from-Lentils stash.

And before I left today, he made me promise three things.

"One, you won't go out with anyone, monster or not, unless Charletta, Mom, Dad, or I go with you."

It felt fair for now. I hadn't made any human friends.

"Two, IF anyone bothers you after you tell them to leave or you feel uneasy about them in any way. Use your knife."

I received it after finishing my training last week. I currently had it strapped to my belt, concealed behind my jacket at my back.

I was afraid to admit that even thinking about seriously stabbing someone scared me.

It'll get more manageable if I keep training with Garter. I assured myself.

"Three, if you get in a coworker-related trouble again at any point, you're quitting."

It was the only compromise I'd give him. It wasn't their fault. Neither Claudia nor Drake expected that to happen. I convinced him to agree, but I wasn't sure if I'd go back or not.

"Here's your pretzel," my sister said. She unconsciously hummed the current Christmas song on the speakers: ' All I want for Christmas is no copyright infringements.'

We were at the mall together, getting last-minute Christmas gifts for the family. All we had to do was wait for Wenna to arrive.

I still think dragging me along with them is a bad idea. I thought.

After what happened, Drake wasn't permitted to be around me for the next month. Because of the extreme stress of being constantly deprived of energy and drinking my blood back to back to back, he got addicted.

From what I understood, if a vampire was under pressure and continued to drink from the same person, their body deemed no other "resources" available, so it'd become possessive and protective over that "resource." That'd also mean they'd exclusively crave that being's blood.

So, Drake would be drinking animal blood for the next month to 'reset his palette.' This apparently happened to him with Elise, Viola's partner as well.

Wenna assured me she'd stay at Viola's house after she left the mall, so Drake wouldn't have exposure to my scent either.

It made giving him a birthday gift a little more complicated. I said in my head as I took a bite of the pretzel while we walked. Charletta happily tore into hers beside me.

We had yet to walk into any festively decorated storefronts, but seeing them made my smile come alive. Not that I hadn't been to the mall in a while—Wicks and I'd come here at least once a month since the rock climbing place we visited every week was next door.

The adorning wreaths and garlands in cahoots with the cinnamon and pine scents delighted me. I loved buying gifts for people, and this was the holiday with the biggest and best excuse to spend my money on it. I hadn't had a reason to use much of the money I'd made at the pizzeria.

This realization brought me back to what I should do. If I stayed, I planned on going back after Christmas.

After I finished my pretzel, I threw away the napkin, and Charletta tugged my arm.

"Hey, we should sit at those chairs you like." She slipped her phone back into her pocket.

Before she continued to drag me, we waited for the excited kids to run by to see Santa at the huge, well decorated, Christmas tree.

"I remember when you and Madre had to put up with me pulling Wicks to Santa." I chuckled as I plopped onto the chair, feeling the motionless massagers underneath me awaiting my money. I also noted the other person using one behind mine.

Charletta fell back on the one next to me and laughed, too: "That first time he was put on his lap. He was bawling and begging for Mom to get him."

I whimpered, "I still feel so bad. I thought you guys knew who Santa was!" I put a dollar into her chair and mine.

"We had a monster similar to Krampus back on Yexodele, but no Santa." She said with a shake of her head.

A monster similar to KRAMPUS? I would have asked further, if the other part of what she said didn't get my attention too. "On Yexodele?"

"We lived there before we came here." Charletta closed her eyes and relaxed back. "We should get a massage at one of the shops with Wenna."

"Then why did you..." It had been so long since it was mentioned to me, but I remembered what Drake said.

"I never saw it, though, Yexodele. I was born on Earth." [...] "There was a big war that broke out between the strongest nations, and now nearly all of it is uninhabitable."

"Oh, right." I sheepishly replied.

Despite Charletta's smile, her face contained freckles of concern. She asked, "have you been told about it?"

"Yeah, Drake told me some things about the war."

"It was crazy. I was thirteen when we came here." She bustled with laughter and waved her hand around, seemingly to avoid the topic. "You know how hard it was not to use any of my tricks in front of people and to be around people that looked like me."

I didn't press her. "I think it's similar to how I feel knowing about everything now." It was disorienting to see some people at the mall, knowing one could be a giant monster living here peacefully or, like Andras, not so much.

I followed her lead and shut my eyes, too. Beneath my eyelids, the images of what has happened so far, the good and the bad, fluttered about. It's been, what, a little over four months?

"Speaking of things you can't always see," Charletta nudged my arm with her elbow. "What's on your mind?"

I flinched as the massage chair got to my neck. I pulled away from it for a moment and sighed.

"What should I do?"

"About?"

"You know…" How could I explain it?

Charletta turned her attention to mean, leaning up in her chair. "What do you feel you should do?"

I shrugged and played with one of my curls. "I don't know. Claudia's nice, and Zilla's not bad. As long as she's not using me in some hair-brain scheme, she's fine. Lev is Lev, Drake... I don't blame him for what happened." It was all Andras. He abused us both and manipulated Drake. I'd attempt to treat him the same; even with the incident at the festival, he was the only one who acted friendly and genuine to me.

"And Alexander," my thoughts sank. There had been so many things dwelling under the surface of my mind. Yet Alexander's face stuck out the most. I had never seen him like that. He was always annoyed, unbothered, or hungry, never terrified.

"I-I never had someone look at me like that before." I kept vividly hearing his raspy, hard breathing and seeing his body shake and stammer in retreat. "He looked afraid of me when he's the scary opposing one-" I don't understand how Andras could derive satisfaction from it. It made me feel sick and overwhelmed with the need to chase him. I wanted to know why he ran away from me and refused to accept what I said.

"From what Wicks told me, things went down, and Alexander had other complicated feelings at the time," Charletta said calmly.

I didn't know Wicks talked to you about it. "That's why I was trying to get it through to him. He went back to help Wicks!"

"Knowing you, of course, you did," Charletta said as she paid the chairs for us this time when they ran out. "You shouldn't fret too much about that big softie. He'll be fine."

I did a double take and choked on my spit. I coughed, "wha-" I continued the fit for a little longer. "He's not a softie!"

Charletta pursed her lips together to hold back her giggles, then popped them when she got a handle over herself, "I did my own investigation during Thanksgiving because Wicks wouldn't stop complaining about him."

"Huh?" That's right. She sparred with Alexander during the party. "that's why you fought him?""

She tilted her head, "duh." She rested her hands behind her head momentarily before she realized the robotic massage went up to it. "I wanted to know if he was as stupid and rude as Wicks described. "

He's blunt and abrasive. I didn't know whether I'd call him dumb or not. Just not as receptive?

"I think he's pretty simple," she scoffed. "He's definitely quick with magic and a lot more trusting than I imagined." Charletta rested her head back, "even after I threatened him."

"Threatened?"

She brushed her wavy brown locks from her face. "What? You think I'm not a little peeved that he might not treat my little sister respectfully?" She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "It worked out well."

"I guess."

"Do you think otherwise"

"I wouldn't fight someone for that reason," I muttered quietly.

Charletta flicked her hand from mine and pushed my chin up, "And there's your answer."

I didn't move from the position she put me in, "not to fight people?" I could have told you that.

Charletta tipped her finger off my chin. "You decide what you do." She put her hands flat over her chest. "I can say what I think is best, same as I'm sure everyone else has or can for you, but we aren't you."

She pointed at me. "You're going through everything, Lyn. You know what you can handle and what you can take. And if you don't know yet, you'll learn."

She's right. I was afraid to make this decision alone—why did I keep fighting with Wicks then? I don't want to give up, do I?

"It's your decision, not theirs," she said, teasingly poking me. "I know it can be tough, especially with Mom and Wicks always coddling you."

My smile wavered. I let my head fall, staring at my knees, going over the side grooves in my jeans with my fingers, "What if I fail again?"

"You don't fail if you try. You fail when you give up and stop trying entirely. If you leave or stay now and leave later, that doesn't mean utter defeat. You tried, and you can work elsewhere if it doesn't work out there." She leaned closer; our chair timers were up. "Like, does it make you a failure at rock climbing if you can't do a wall?"

I shook my head. "No. I'd do a different one until I get good enough to do the one I couldn't."

"Exactly, or you might never go back to that wall again. It might not be your style, fit your groove, or it'll change. So, you aren't a failure unless you stop entirely and deem yourself one."

I puckered and relaxed my lips, still brushing the seams of my pants, while in thought. I do plan on working more after the year. I want to get better at art so I can make silly animations.

My hands rested on my thighs. And if I do quit, I will still do what I can to make that dream a reality. I'll work anywhere else and keep saving.

I looked up at her. "Thank you."

"We're always here for you, Lyn. We'll support you no matter what," she popped up from her chair and offered me an arm up, too. "just don't drive us too crazy, okay? Unless you want Madre and Wicks to seal you away like a Rapunzel forever."

Wicks is already doing that, I thought as I took her offer. "I'd also like to make another thing clear." She brought me close and sharpened her gaze. "When you ask yourself what you want, don't think of the money as a way to pay us back."

"But,"

"We're here for each other. If things didn't work out between Ulysses and me, you all would be there, showering me with everything under the sun. It's no different from us to you, no matter what your brain tells you. Got it?"

"O-okay"

"Good." Charletta glanced at the chairs back to back with ours. "Are you going to hide there all day or give us hugs?"

"Sorry!" Wenna popped up from the chair.

My cheeks were red with embarrassment. People passed us during this conversation, sure, though none were listening. Knowing Wenna was there the whole time, my cheeks were hot.

"I didn't want to ruin your sisterly moment." Wenna came around the chairs to us.

"You're allowed to join them being our sister and all too."

Wenna squealed and grabbed me first in the hug, then Charletta. "Yeah, I am!" Because of Wenna's height to me, we were nearly cheek-to-cheek.

I glanced up at Charletta as she squeezed us back.

My mind was still wrecked, trembling when I thought of what had happened so far, but for some reason, whether it be my stupid determination or the feeling of wanting to prove myself, I wasn't keen on making a decision until after the holidays.

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Ch. 101 // This Doesn't Change Anything // Day Off

Contents (Warnings): What's left but to give thanks... (Angst, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,000+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: these music has no words but yet it's very expressive (sad chill music mix)

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Wicks

His body slogged on the verge of collapse.

It threw a Molotov of fatigue in rebellion, hoping to slow his movements. I can't rest yet. His thoughts fought the desire to catch his breath.

Andras had drained exponential amounts of energy from the two. If he had failed to make contact that would have been it.

He pulled away and staggered. His legs didn't expect it—he caught himself nonetheless. Once he planted his feet firmly down, he spoke, not looking away from the headless body. "Are you alive, Alexander?"

"Yeah," Alexander replied in a huff.

The shirtless male was somewhere behind him. Wicks didn't know where precisely.

He swallowed back the sizzling bittersweet victory on his tongue, and his thoughts were directed at Andras. Ya terminaste.

Most mimics consumed someone whole, and then their form processed the information and acted as them based on their previous experiences and responses. They were nothing more than animals, consumed and procreating for survival.

While Andras wasn't—Wicks knew of only one other case like him: a mimic overtaken by another person's will. Those mimics became people, no longer bound by their basic instincts. When that happens, they become intelligent, cunning, and heavily capable—and nearly impossible to find.

He finally shifted his eyes and hazily swept the area. Shattered wood, glass, stone—everything lay around them. The ceiling groaned in its attempt to hold under the weight of the broken floor above and the numerous, slowly growing cracks.

"Did you human case him at the end?" Wicks asked as he followed the rigged cracks down one of the wall faces. He did so until he landed on the blonde. He had closed the distance between himself and Wicks.

"I couldn't without my-" Alexander sharply threw his hand at Wicks.

Wicks grabbed it, but Alexander swung him by his sweater and out of the way.

Wicks heard a gag. He fumbled and twisted to the foe.

He's not dead.

"It seems neither of you knew you had to burn the body to kill a mimic." Andras's chuckle rumbled gutturally while he held Alexander's throat.

Its gargling notes furthered the fact that his head hadn't fully recovered.

Wicks's hue struggled to spark. He didn't have enough energy for a prolonged fight. He put up his hands besides that and steadied himself.

"Don't move, Diageo, or I'll kill him." Andras cooed.

His brows came down, pushing together in unbridled frustration. Andras could drain Alexander's remaining energy and go straight for Wicks. He's not confident he'll win that, though, is he?

To Wicks, they were at a standstill. Andras couldn't let them live. He'd been hiding this secret for who knows how long, and if they escaped, the C.P.P.A. would be on high alert, purposefully watching for unregistered mimics.

He wants me within range to kill us both.

Alexander grabbed Andras's arm that held him and snarled, "Fuck it, and kill him."

Andras's throat bubbled with laughter, "So suicidal, aren't you, Short Fuse? You should have given yourself to me if you didn't value your life." He purred with a darkening grin as he leaned closer.

His hushed tone still pittered against the walls loud enough for Wicks to hear. "Because, unlike you, I wouldn't waste your potential wallowing in your own inhibition."

Wicks could tell that Andras's words struck a nerve. Alexander's indignation faltered, and in response, he tightened his grip almost with urgency as if what Andras said would bring forth something that would hunt Alexander.

I can't do that. Wicks wouldn't sacrifice him.

Wicks used what he could to form a cloak around Alexander and ran at Andras. Andras broke the cloak with a quick drain but couldn't take all of Alexander's energy. He had to worry about Wicks's impending assault.

I can't kill him. I don't have enough left.

Wicks still braced to hit, and Andras reached out for him.

Suddenly, it didn't matter. A portal opened and consumed up to Andras's forearm. The portal snapped shut and severed it before he could pull it back. Another opened above them and dropped it.

The user took the confusion and distraction as their entry point. Behind Andras, another portal appeared. He had grown back his limb at this point but didn't have enough time to dodge her.

She threw her palm into his neck, directly at his seal. One of the most useful for monsters to hide amongst humans was also one of their greatest weaknesses.

Because spells directed into them, especially those affecting the mind or physicality, worked best at it.

Soon, Andras's eyes rolled back, his shoulders slumped, and his body fell forward with a thud in front of Wicks. Normally, it wouldn't work so effortlessly, but all of them were weakened.

The woman with splotches of white across her darker skin sighed heavily. Her jack-o-lantern irises slacked in disappointment. "Wicks." She walked over Andras's body and stopped at him.

"Ma'am."

Fortunately, Olivia was his boss, the leader of his Chaos Protection and Prevention Agency branch. This meant that it was considered big enough to garner her attention. It would have been worse if that being had not killed those coming out of the building.

"I've seen the carnage outside," the middle-aged woman said. She stood shorter, but her presence was still chilling. Not that she was harsh or cruel, just powerful. She was a magus that far exceeded Wicks. "Why did you engage on this base without calling for backup?"

Wicks's eyes darted down. He didn't know how long the body below his feet would remain sleeping. "He had my sister." Wicks's lip curled, and with his minimal energy, he wanted to spend it erasing his body.

He had to seize. It's happening again, he reminded himself. His stained folly resurfaced. It wasn't something he considered while he was here. He hyper-fixed on the enemy and killed him. He didn't see what actually happened to Lynette. He figured it out out of fear.

Is she okay? Is it like before? What did he do to her? Will I- no. He didn't want to think about repeating the past. He shook away the past look on her face, the fear in her eyes, the refusal to follow him. It was so vividly painted in his nightmares.

He tilted to move, and Olivia's call finally reached him. "Wicks."

The clawed pangs in his heart tried to steer him toward where his sister would be, though he kept his eyes on Olivia.

Her sympathy reached him. She put a hand up and onto his shoulder. "I understand," she said. She was one of the few who knew the extent of what he did. Every detail he reported. "Even so, the people we usually help are part of families too. We have protocols for a reason." She directed him to the Andras, "What if I came too late? Neither you nor...your friend looked safe."

Wicks couldn't argue. He glanced back at Alexander, and discomfiture settled near his heart. His lips pursed, seeing his failure. The side of Alexander's head, in particular, once obscured by the way Andras held Alexander, showed the shaved part of it. Wicks nearly killed him.

He almost forgot to answer. "He's a 'brother' to the one who married my older sister, Charletta. He's a registered hybrid."

Olivia flicked to him.

"I'm Alexander." He answered.

Wicks studied the rest of him.

Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose, "so you called him in and not for backup?"

Wicks turned his head to her. "I followed him into this. He was at the crime scene first, and he was the one who found Andras."

Olivia let her hand fall. "And you ran in without notifying the C.P.P.A. as well?"

Alexander turned away, huffing. "I did."

She took a deep breath, then exhaled loudly and pointed behind them. "Both of you leave this building and meet with Garter, who's watching the others. Other agents will take care of this. Get yourselves fixed up to go into questioning later," she ordered. Wicks could tell her wrath was directed more at him.

Rightfully so. Wicks thought. He was trained for this, after all.

They both listened to her order, and Wicks made himself walk, no matter how antsy he was to see Lentils.

Side by side, he nearly gave into impulse and read Alexander's thoughts. That's enough.

"I'm sorry I let that happen. I may not exactly like you, but I'd never do that without a reason," Wicks said, his head hanging in shame.

"It wasn't you. That was Andras." Alexander replied. "You don't have to apologize for shit."

Wicks made his way over a few piles of stones, separating him and Alexander further. "I do have to apologize. I should have been more careful and expected something like this."

Due to the rubble, Wicks could only see the top of Alexander's head. They were heading toward the same opening. "Isn't that their whole thing? You don't know something's a mimic until they pop out and get you."

What Alexander said was true. Few monsters were gifted with the ability to distinguish if someone was a mimic or not. His best friend, Garter, was one of them. At least he could use his third eye with more training.

"It doesn't excuse it," Wicks said as they met at one of the holes he had created using Andras's body. "I'm still sorry and grateful that you saved me."

He grunted in response. They waited for the other to go first. Wicks ushered Alexander, and the blonde did the same.

The two seemed to become annoyed with each other. "If you're that worried about it, don't let it happen again." He pushed his hand up where his glasses usually were and grumbled.

"I won't," Wicks promised, standing near him at eye level. Now, you first."

Alexander squinted harder, and Wicks couldn't tell if it was to see him better or if he was out of refusal. Regardless, Alexander gave in and went to step over the threshold.

Then Wicks looked down. He slapped a hand across Alexander's bare chest so he didn't keep walking.

"What?!"

"Zetsu!!" Wicks called when he crouched down. Because of their 'you go first' waiting game, he didn't pay attention to what was in front of them. At the threshold, there was a hand limply hung over the rock. And behind it, Zetsu's body. "Why are you here? How..." A million questions flooded in, and all of them went unanswered. Zetsu was unconscious.

"A friend of yours? I found him partially impaled earlier. Then healed him and went in to see you and the freak."

"He kind of was? We chased him before I got the text about Lynette and followed you here." Wicks looked to Olivia in the distance, containing Andras. It was a perfect line of sight to where they fought him earlier.

You were the one who did the human case on Andras at the last second, weren't you? Why?

Wicks picked up Zetsu's limp body. He was still breathing and had energy, which were both very important. Alexander offered to carry him—Wicks denied him. You can't take all the glory.

He said it more as a joke. "Did you really go inside out of concern for me?"

Should I be insulted or worry about his intentions.

"I went in for Andras."

Then why aren't you mad at me more? Or, Wicks silenced the voice in his head. He let the fresh, dust-free air blow it all away instead. Let everything go for now.

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Lynette

I thought I got away from all that. I shivered as Drake stood in front of me. Or, more so, he partially put his head on me protectively while growling at Garter.

"We're fine," I said—it didn't alleviate Drake's anger. He was still bound and fighting in those binds.

"I did it so you guys wouldn't run away, too," Garter explained for the tenth time.

He had swallowed Drake and me after our failed attempt to follow Alexander. I wasn't happy about it, but Drake was pissed.

He snapped and threatened Garter the whole time, mainly when he ate me. The C.P.P.A. seemed to arrive, so Garter released us.

All I want is to see and know everyone gets home safe, then go into a coma. I thought with a smile. I attempted to cheer myself up.

However, Drake and Garter's bickering was making it worse. I took a deep breath, stepped away from Drake, and positioned myself between them.

"I appreciate you both for helping me. Okay? We should be focusing on the others and hoping they come back..." My voice hitched. I saw Wicks nearing us, holding someone.

I didn't fully process who he was; I was too overwhelmed seeing him. I ran at him immediately. Neither could nor would stop me this time.

"WAIT LENTILS!!" Wicks yelled. He quickly set down who I soon recognized as Zetsu.

Drake said he left.

The thought stayed for a second, and the next Wicks crashed into me and squeezed me like a stress toy.

I had to tap his arm to get him to loosen up and to make sure I didn't add a broken spine to my list of problems. When he stopped hugging me, he grabbed my face.

"Are you okay? Did he do anything to you? Where's the jacket and shirt I gave you this morning?" Wicks frantically said, pulling at the one I was wearing from Alexander.

Is he okay, too?

I saw that Drake seemed to have the same idea as me. He was not that far from us and was exchanging ideas with Alexander. Physically, he looked fine—at least as fine as my brother did—until I saw him turn his head.

Why didn't he fix it?

My eyes went back to my brother. "I'm okay. He, I," my eyes swelled. "I'm happy you're okay." My lips trembled as I studied Wicks. "Are you hurt?"

Wicks nervously laughed, "Lentils, I'm great. There's no need to worry about me." He hugged me. "I'm sorry it took me so long."

I gripped his sweater tighter. I didn't like that as I sank into it. I smelled blood and felt his fatigued body quiver. You're a terrible liar.

"Shush," I pressed my head deeper into his chest. "Don't say you're sorry for any of this," I told him. "You helped save us."

"Garter and..." he faintly uttered, "Alexander did a lot, too." His hand tenderly petted my current tangled mess. "You have dust in your hair."

"And your ponytail isn't holding much back," I muttered, looking up at him.

After he released me from the hug, he thanked Garter for watching us. Alexander propped Zetsu's body against a tree while Drake and him bickered.

Neither of them looked mad. Alexander looked at me, too. I didn't know whether he felt me staring or if it was a chance. I saw the hunger in his eyes and something else, almost like an ease. It appeared sympathetic.

Is he relieved that it worked out?

Using the other hand that Wicks didn't hold, I tugged at the shirt's fabric. This might be a bad idea. He's probably more hungry than anything.

I clenched my nerves and tugged lightly from Wicks.

"Lentils," his voice warned.

"One second," I said and approached Alexander. As I did, my unsteady nerves told me to return to my security, Wicks.

"Lynette, it's not a good time," Drake attempted to discourage me.

I stopped at a reasonable distance and looked up. His gaze bore down on me, but I didn't let it hold me back. "Thank you, Xander!" I said it with as much meaning as I could.

His eyelids slacked. "For what?"

Huh? I tilted my head. Why do you sincerely look confused?! "for going back." I said. I could feel the emotions flooding in more than prior. "For helping Wicks, whether he needed your help or not." I held myself from blinking.

Briefly, not only did his annoyed expression fall, but he quickly adverted his squint from me entirely. "I just wanted to kill Andras."

My heart thumped. What? I looked to Drake, who appeared pained by Alexander's response. What is he talking about? I peered up at Alexander again.

I stepped closer. I didn't know whether it was the anger from the situation, my helplessness, how easily Alexander deflected it, or that he thought I was too dumb to recognize what happened.

Is it selfish of me to think like this? I didn't care whether he said, 'You're welcome' or not. I cared that he understood how important it was. You didn't just come here for that. I wrote myself off most of the time, too. So it resonated deeper inside me than I realized. Is this how Wicks feels about me?

"Xander," I said in a way that made his body jump.

"What do you want?" He snarled in a low hum. "Unless you're offering yourself, don't get any closer to me."

I didn't move. "Stop disregarding this!"

He snapped his head back. "I went for my own fucking gain. There's nothing to thank."

You didn't... Wicks grabbed my hand. I firmly held his reminder as to why I was so mad. I stayed ahead of Wicks and prevented him from intervening.

And with a hard wheeze, I shouted at Alexander in anger.

"You're a liar!"

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Alexander

His senses were in disarray. He didn't know what to feel—worn out, content, hungry, annoyed, or angry. His head throbbed, trying to contain them all. He hadn't expected it to go this way.

Alexander thought everything would be worse. Anytime he involved himself, it always was.

That's when she moved closer. He wanted to ignore her, then he hoped she'd ignore him.

The compulsion rose, and his digits twitched anxiously. Alexander's body wanted to shift itself to eat her, much like any time he was around her. His lack of energy made it harder to control.

When he panned to the shirt she wore, his body eased slightly, not by much, but enough for him to respond to what she said. He wanted to convince her that what she tried to say was nonsense. Alexander even snapped at her.

Get away, you idiot.

She was persistent. Not that he wasn't learning that. It vexed him to no end. I'm a monster; I eat humans like you.

He didn't vocalize it like he did several times before. She should have...

What did she call me?

His ears were ringing, and his mind went blank.

They had argued about many things. Lynette called him names, and he did the same to her, yet she had never said anything so serious —something that hurt like she slapped him across the face.

"I saw the way you looked at Drake. You didn't want to leave him. You wanted to stay. He's your best friend, practically your brother," she continued.

Her usually sheepish pasture-green hue looked harsher, like an inferno directed at him. As far as she was concerned, he was the only one that mattered.

Alexander took a step back, and she took another step closer. She didn't let him create any distance and let go of Wick's hand to do so.

"And you still went back!" she hiccupped between her strangled breath, her throat still dry. "You didn't have to. You could have stayed with us and waited." Tears fell from her eyes. She didn't wipe them.

You're- His thoughts couldn't come together seeing her.

"I know you and Wicks aren't on the best terms." She winced and still refused to cusp her aching throat.

Stop looking at me like that.

"I didn't do anything." That was all he could say, and it wasn't nearly as loud as she spoke. Thus, she denied he ever said it.

"You have no idea how much it means to me that you did that." Lynette wouldn't give up.

His head ached, and his mind was becoming inundated with memories—pathetic things he wished he had forgotten.

He wanted it to stop. He wanted to shut her up. But Andras had to start this. Alexander had to get involved. He didn't expect her to be like this. Most people would leave him alone after he shut them down.

Leave already.

He didn't understand why it was so hard to speak. Not until his breathing was shallow.

"Because I couldn't. I couldn't do anything if he needed me. So," He attempted to bring his hand to his chest. She snatched it and held it between both of hers. "Don't stand here and lie to me, Alexander."

His exhale wouldn't leave.

"You're owed as much thanks as everyone else here, especially from me, and I won't let you go without acknowledging it!"

His thoughts could no longer hold back what he once wanted.

"Mom!" He ran to her after he finished his homework at the table. He almost forgot to tell her what he realized today. She had her back to him, occasionally poking the cooking beef on the stove. Alexander didn't judge. He knew it was hard for her since Dad did all the cooking before he left for the war. "Yes, Alex?" She always crouched to meet him. She was much taller than him. And taller than his dad. She had gentler eyes most of the time, too. "I think I know what I want to do." A childish joy lit up on his face. In school, they talked about what their parents did for a living. Since his mom didn't work, he talked about his dad. They classified him as a combat nurse. "You do?" She questioned, smiling. He nodded. "Yeah!" His grin widened. "I wanna be just like dad and help people." "A hero like your dad, huh?" His mom laughed. It was contagious. "He really is super, isn't he?" "He is!" Alexander bounced in his socks, nearly slipping on the tile floor. "I can't wait for him to teach me magic stuff when he gets home." "I know he'll be so glad to hear you say that." She perked back up as grease sizzled from the meat onto her arm. She flung her attention back to the pan. "How about you write down all the stuff you want Dad to teach you when he comes back?" And he did. He made a long list of things. A list he never gave to him because he ripped it up after his body changed forever.

For a brief moment, it hurt again. Lynette reminded him of that.

He heaved. Both of the hands in front of him, the one she held and the one he used to pry hers away, were covered in blood.

It wasn't real. He wasn't there anymore. Yet his body acted like he was. He couldn't focus on her. Everything was blurring. He mistakenly thought he was spinning.

That's how his steps felt. No matter how well his feet were on the ground, he couldn't hold them there. He squeezed his eyes to escape.

"Xander."

Her worry stung.

He opened his eyes once more, pulled away completely, and turned around.

Then, he did the same thing he always did.

He ran.

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Small Comic Portion of Chapter 99: Lynette?

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Ch. 100 // You're Getting My Help, Dumbass // Day Off

Contents (Warnings): Three (Angst, slight blood warning, hard vore mentions, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,400+

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Wicks

Throbbing with adrenaline, his mind raced. Millions of thoughts bucked in his skull.

They needed more information on Andras. He used elemental magic the most. Wicks wasn't supposed to worry about curse magic with him. Naturally, Andras could have learned, but overtaking Wicks usually took more effort than the average training magus could expel.

Not that it mattered—Wicks's head wanted to find a way out.

How would anyone know?

There wasn't one. Wicks messed up, and now his family would pay for him. The loathsome reality that Andras would play Wicks made him wish he never existed. He didn't want Andras to talk or touch any of them, yet he would. Any of them could be another of his sick targets, overwhelmed and devoured as mere disguises.

Everyone, I'm sorry.

Andras's oscillating inner flesh rubbed against his body, siphoning his energy quickly with saliva. However, the teeth that pricked his back never closed. Something prevented him from doing so.

Wicks, bound by Andras's orders, could not move to see what was behind him.

The walls retracted immediately, and Andras issued his following command. "Kill him, please, Diageo."

The mimic pulled back to watch. Wicks assumed that, as Andras looked far more entertained than worried. It's not Garter.

Garter had his third eye, which perfectly combatted curse magic like this.

Against his will, Wicks twisted on his heels and gazed at the person who had temporarily saved him.

It was the one he also considered an enemy.

Run Away.

Every part of his body tensed with energy and magic. Wicks didn't want to end someone without it being his choice. Not even him.

Please, you idiot-

Wicks's hue fumed as their need to end the blonde intensified. They locked on, keenly observing every part of him charging at Wicks.

RUN.

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Alexander

He solely focused on their scents and energy because his sight was nearly useless. He found one person along the way. Barely breathing, bleeding, a flickering flame of energy. He healed them, though he couldn't stay, and told them he'd be back.

Mainly because it sounded like the building would collapse under the chaos further ahead.

He knew one was Wicks, the smaller blob ahead of him at the far end of the room, while the other lacked a scent. They only had energy.

Based on his experiences, the species he met without a scent were mimics.

He also saw Wicks engulfed in a flurry of colors. He used the trail of magic that surrounded Wicks's head, like Drake's band, to determine where the barrier should be placed.

He threw one up, since he couldn't human case it properly without sight, and it let go of Wicks.

He's facing me, isn't he?

A cloak strapped his body as he shot straight at Wicks regardless. He'd use 'blink,' but he couldn't risk missing in his rush.

The concentration of spells called his attention. His fist. Alexander swiftly slid his hand across the air in front of him. A barrier struck Wicks's wrist and directed his punch away, stealing its momentum.

Due to his rush, Alexander shifted gears, creating a balustrade in a rush instead of a wall on Wicks's side. He flung himself at it and kicked off to reach Wicks's head.

Wicks threw his arm across the straight beam of a barrier Alexander created to misdirect his punch. He broke it, and right before the blonde's fingers could touch Wicks's head, he turned his fist and slammed right into his gut.

Alexander lurched, his body pulled inward by its force, knocking every bit of air out of his lungs in a sputter. His cloak had long shattered, so he took the rest of its force with his wendigo durability—not that it could beat Wicks.

It sent him upward, and Wicks's barely recognizable blur was gone. His energy swirled behind him, and instinctually, Alexander cloaked his body and tilted his palm behind him to conjure a barrier in futile protection.

It didn't matter, as Wicks, spinning in the air, sent the back of his heel into his target. It snapped the barrier, burst his cloak, and the weight sunk deep into the lower back part of Alexander's neck.

It sent him down to the floor without the time to catch himself. The foundation shattered under his body, being used like a cannonball to break it. Every muscle twitch hurt, his face stung the most, and his ears rang.

Get up.

He barely willed his hand to shift direction. He created a barrier under himself, causing it to slam into him and push him out of the recess—seconds before Wicks bashed into it.

The strength rippled and caused the interior to shake. Alexander used reversal magic, rapidly healing himself as Wicks removed himself from the ground where Alexander's head once was.

Once his legs listened, he forced himself to stand. Alexander lowered his body like a wrestler. I fucking can't dodge him. He's too fast.

Unlike Alexander, Wicks had no problem using things like 'blink' to cover the distance. He was far too weak, unskilled, and stupidly refused to do anything that could possibly hurt Wicks.

The danger sprang up and ran, then closed the distance instantly, aiming right for Alexander's skull. Every single shot was to kill him.

Alexander tilted his head, his eyes focused the best they could be behind Wicks, and his already up arms moved higher. He used his left one to block the up-and-coming blow while the other hand tried to touch Wicks's head.

The danger's clenched hand pulverized every bit of flesh, muscle, and bone in its way. Alexander's arm stood no chance against a full-powered attack.

And as soon as his fingers grazed the bind, he yelled out in sharp pain. "DISRUPT."

Right before his head was next to go, he used 'blink' to teleport behind Wicks. His body panged in inescapable agony. His left forearm was eradicated, blood pouring from what was left, and a scalding sensation ran across his head. He couldn't see past the blood in his left eye.

He fell to his knees, huddled over, and attempted to quickly fix what he could.

...

Wicks

He heaved. The air that entered him was his again. His distraught sight threw itself back, catching Alexander and the blood pittering from him. Wicks could even feel some of it on his face.

Alexander's scalp was partially exposed on one side, and his left forearm and hand were completely gone.

But he was alive.

He risked his life to undo it.

Wicks's chest compressed. He hated Alexander, and still...the idiot went out of his way to help him. He has no obligation to me.

The enemy didn't let either of them rest.

Alexander worked on repairing himself so that Andras could pitch out his arm. It split into a string of squelching bloodless flesh and teeth and wrapped around Alexander's neck. It was good Alexander had gotten his other healthy arm between it to stop total strangulation.

Then Andras whipped him into the wall with his flesh like a whip.

"This is so sad. I had been wanting short fuse for a while now," Andras's stare fell to Wicks. "But I'll gladly settle for a better prey like you."

His energy was halved by Andras, who remained full and spry.

Even so, the pissed-off Hispanic shot at Andras.

"You want another hug so soon!" Andras yelled as Wicks's body collided with him. Wicks could feel the teeth underneath trying to penetrate his cloak, and the saliva from its mouth dampened it as it took energy.

Wicks got him into the wall, too, but risked Andras's body opening up to consume him again.

He drains just as fast as I would by touch with his saliva.

He popped his cloak, and Andras dove in. At no point during this fight had Andras been on the offensive. He'd always strike after Wicks.

Andras hunched and threw his hand out to grab him. Wicks hurled his to counter it. But Andras split his arm down the middle. Each end was serrated with fangs. They curled around Wicks's midsection. He put up another cloak just as Andras threw his head down and wide open, engulfing Wicks's head inside. The feeling of being inside the villain's mouth was kept back by his protection.

Andras jaw snapped shut to break his cloak. He couldn't.

¡vete a la mierda! You're not eating me! Wicks went to strike at Andras's abdomen, and instead, it opened up. So he hit into its surprisingly resistant gooey and energy-dampening insides. It was still a powerful hit, rippling Andras's body, but it didn't stop him from trying to consume Wicks.

He soon let go and reduced his size. Wicks saw a size-shifted Alexander over him. It seemed he went to grab and pull Andras's head back. Andras quickly ducked between Alexander's legs and got behind him.

"Such wasted potential, short fuse, you've had years." Andras's arms latched into Alexander's skin. He didn't break it but ran the electrical currents up it. It made Alexander's body convulse, and the sharp teeth injected into his legs.

Wicks didn't let it go on when he captured his senses. He went straight between Alexander's legs, too, and ducked low. Andras's abdomen opened up in response, taking the punch. It still sent him back.

Wicks shook off his fist, burst the cloak, and redid it.

He glanced back at Alexander, who smoked but healed himself relatively fast.

"I'm sorry," Wicks said, catching his breath.

Alexander shifted his watch and dropped down to his resting height. "focus on the fight, not me, dumbass." He exhaled snappy, short breaths, "I'll live."

Andras threw himself at them again. Wicks retaliated, colliding with him. And with his free hand, Andras flicked a finger up, and the spiraling pillar of a barrier rammed its point into Wicks's body.

"Barriers rely so much on sight. I'm surprised you can even do them with your pitiful eyes." Andras made more of them spring up, then surround and crush Alexander between them.

Wicks shattered the spike before it sent him to the ceiling.

Andras laughed as Wicks directed himself down, dropping his 'gravity' using gyro-telekinesis. "Much like Wicks-" Andras's hands sparked with their blue electricity before he threw the blast into one of the barriers instead.

He used 'blink' to appear behind Wicks in mid-air.

"Focus's too much..."

Wicks altered his 'gravity' for a second time, spinning his momentum to strike Andras's ribs with a roundhouse kick. At the same time, the lightning he threw earlier curved off the spike and hit Wicks's back. His cloak was on the verge of breaking, yet it didn't stop him.

Wicks landed on one of the points that resembled a bamboo shoot and pushed off it. It snapped under him as he launched like a peregrine falcon after its prey. He always aimed for the head. Andras split his apart, and his hands twisted around Wicks's arm.

He brought Wicks into his, raised his feet in a drop kick from the ground, and enhanced them like Wicks. Andras struck his torso so hard that the left side of his body spun out, and his right arm loudly popped as Andras dislocated it from his shoulder.

He swung him down by it.

Only a few individuals, besides his dad, could throw back as hard as Wicks could. So it reminded him how weak a magus was without powerful cloaks and how his lungs slowly filled with blood.

Wicks scrambled to gather himself and his collapsed chest. Andras tried to take the opportunity to steal another chunk out of Wicks, but Alexander locked his human case again and made a barrier slam into his jaw from the ground.

Andras snapped through it, the barrier turning to dust in his mouth. He glanced back, not expecting Alexander to have gotten so close.

Arguably weaker, he still delivered a blow directly into Andras's spine. The mimic's chest raised forward. And Wicks lifted his left hand and shot out a basic force blast.

It sent the mimic spiraling the other way toward where the entrance used to be.

Alexander dropped down and assessed Wicks.

"You should-" Alexander used reversal magic to speed up the process.

"Save your magic." Wicks groaned as he sat up. "He's almost dead."

Alexander groaned weakly. "Whatever. Listen..." He squinted in the direction Andras was. "He's using our magic every time he takes a part of us." he held his arm to Wicks. "And since you're the only one capable of killing him, take my energy since you're more drained than I am."

Wicks pushed his arm away, "no-"

"Odds are if it's left to me, I'm not winning, and if he eats your ass, there's nothing any of us can really do." Alexander threw his arm back in Wicks's face, "so take it."

"ARGH," Wicks grabbed Alexander's forearm. "Distance yourself after this." He carefully took it. There wasn't much between them, but he still left Alexander with enough to do one final thing.

"I need him to stand still, get him stuck there, and I can kill him."

He had to end this; they'd both be Andras's meals if he didn't.

Alexander listened and did what he could. He manipulated the barriers like hands and trapped Andras between them. The daze Andras had lasted less time than Wicks wanted.

Wicks tried to read his mind and distract Andras, and the mimic freely let him. So, Wicks intercepted his thoughts, feelings, and memories. Wicks realized Andras won.

He underestimated Andras's priorities. The psycho focused on releasing his human case. Thus, he opened it before Wicks, begging him to strike the form and become one with it.

But then, his form unexpectedly shifted back, and someone human cased him again. Though he felt it wasn't Alexander.

Andras's surprise and utter shock said it all, and Wicks could feel his final moments.

The real Andras didn't know what he fought. Mimics were so rare, so far in few. They're generally killed as soon as they're found. They could be anyone; they'd kill them, get their memories and powers, and be able to integrate themselves into anyone's life. Andras was unlucky. A desperate mimic attacked him without a chance, and he ultimately lost to it. However, his will overtook the mimic. "I hope you burn!" Andras shouted as the mimic encapsulated everything that was him. It adopted every aspect of Andras while keeping its base tendencies. Thus, it never reverted to a complete mimic, which is why instead of being scared.

It smiled at its bitter end as Wicks's fist went through its head.

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Ch. 99 // Lynette? // Day-Off

Contents (Warnings): Wicks vs Andras (Angst, slight blood warning, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,300+

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Lynette

My sense of everything was skewed.

I felt fixated on a single point. I wouldn't let Drake die.

Even with his handicaps, he was stronger than me, but I didn't let it stop my strained vocals from saying what I believed was the truth.

It was all so complicated. I couldn't imagine what Drake was thinking, what he went through, how stupid it must have been for me, of all people, to say anything to him.

That's why I nearly collapsed onto his shoulder when he offered it. In a way, it was like my body deflated in tandem with the reprieve. We can get away.

My right hand clung tightly to his tilted form.

"Can you lift your left?" He softly asked.

I winced—it was sore. My arm, though movable, tensed at the part between my neck and shoulder. It was currently impossible for me to lift any higher than my sternum.

My lips hesitated to respond once I took my first look at it. My jacket was torn, nearly shredded, and heavily slumped over my left side. The color was muggy and stained a dark red. So much so that I could feel its wetness as I moved my appendage. I lost so much blood.

"Lynette," Drake said sternly. He must have listened to my panicked heart. "We have to go."

My wound, though healed, throbbed with my recognition. I lowered my left arm and thought it sunk a little deeper when I did. It's just the tears in the jacket. I worked to calm my nerves. This isn't the time, Lynette, it'll be fine.

"I can't move it very much, no." My parched throat answered. I swallowed several times to make it feel better. It didn't.

Drake twisted his arms in the large clamps, annoyed. He kept his complaints to himself and still let me use him as a crutch.

As we moved, my eyes searched. The floor upstairs was nearly gone. Most of it lay next to us. It was a crumbled obstacle to avoid as we strived to the guiding light of the outside. It beckoned us like moths and promised us warmth we hadn't had for what felt like weeks. Wait.

I turned back and tugged his hoodie. "We have to find Zetsu." In my haze, I assumed he was with us. How long has he not been with us?

"He got away," Drake answered.

He steered my attention back to the front.

I don't remember seeing him after Andras attacked me. I was too weary to argue. "Good." I hope he gets back home okay.

Suddenly, under my arm, Drake's muscles stiffened. His eyes tilted up and followed the being that sprang down to block our light.

"I don't remember saying either of you could leave," his sway, accompanied by the unmistakable vehemence of his vocal thrum, consumed us.

Even though Drake's hair usually hid his eyes, I could see the fearful anger from his side. He pulled his shoulder away and moved to block me from Andras.

"Oh, flawless. There's no need to protect her." Andras's shoes tapped, echoing in the soundless dark of the rubble. "She wants to return to me, don't you, Lynette?"

"Shut up," Drake snapped, lurching in his direction. His voice dropped from his lips in a whisper to me. "I'm going to tackle him, and when I do, you run."

I can't do that.

I was weaponless, Drake had his fangs alone to protect himself, and I knew Andras's eyes were set on me. Even if you successfully tackle him, I don't think he'll let me get away.

I was expendable, and he would use me to punish Drake.

"Who do you think I'll get first, flawless? You or her?" Andras asked as Drake's body lowered.

"You're not going to kill either of us," Drake charged into him. He rushed into the curly-haired male and they fell back together.

And in a blast like confetti, Drake's aggressive tone was expelled. "GO!"

Much like at the festival and yesterday, my body ran without my consent. It obeyed Drake and made me try to escape.

Sadly, it did not last, as someone struck my back. I twisted mid-air and landed on my side, right over a few scattered pieces of ruin. I grimaced as the jagged shapes pressed deep, bruising what my weight carried into them.

My eyes wobbled up to see who hit me. I expected Andras not who I did see. Drake?

I slipped my right arm under me to lift myself up. Did he try to save me from something? I questioned, yet that hopeful thought was snatched with Andras's demand.

"Rip into her, Flawless." Andras's gray, devoid hue illuminated the crumbling interior—his form blocked the fervor of freedom and acted as our 'true exit.'

Drake dropped next to me in anguish. Behind his bangs, his eyes pleaded. He wasn't in control.

I put my knees up to keep him from reaching me and I rocked him off. It worked, not that it mattered as his shadow casted over me. I looked up at him, half expecting his foot to stomp my head into a paste.

That didn't happen. Instead, a blur slammed into him.

It made Andras disappear deeper into the building with whatever it was. Trailing it was a powerful gust that blew up my hair and the dust. I coughed, and I shifted my attention to where the entities went.

I jumped as Drake got back into my vision. He got over me and leaned in. I put my good forearm to his torso and struggled to keep him back. I wasn't strong enough to put up a good fight.

"Drake, please."

He broke my defenses quickly and opened his jaw to snap at my face.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, DRAKE!" the familiar hybrid shouted and grabbed Drake.

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(Five minutes earlier)

Alexander

He propped the woman's body against one of the few remaining trees and incorporated the restraint of her hair with its bark.

The C.P.P.A. should recover her soon. He returned to the building, which was worse than when he arrived. The garden and surrounding forest were littered with spike-like objects.

They were large structures, varying between five and ten feet long, each bleached a yellowish white. What did this?

The question lingered in his mind briefly. It was replaced when he took a deep inhale. He smelled the foulness of blood. Several types filtered into his nose, and his expression recoiled as usual. Until he caught a particular one—he hated himself from his body's positive reaction.

That's Lynette's blood.

As he followed, its fragrance seeped deeper into his senses. It almost engulfed him.

He held himself cognizant, at least enough for his protectiveness to rise as the smell was strong and came from the hole in the wall caused by a giant spike.

Did she get-

The yell cut his mind. "MOVE!"

He did so without looking. He knew he had made the right decision when the pressure of magic torched his back.

He squinted without his glasses, unable to register the figure, but their energy was unmistakable. Wicks zoomed past him like a rocket and collided with someone inside. Did he hit Andras?

Alexander went in after, tracking Lynette's until he made them out. His eyes gave off their soft blue glow, reading over the two, and quickly caught a spell wrapped tightly like a band around Drake's head. Alexander threw his hand forward, grabbed Drake's head, and pulled him off Lynette.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, DRAKE!"

He yelled and brought his head up to properly read the spell as Drake fought with nothing but growls and grunts.

It's curse magic. It makes Drake obey the commands of another. He cared very little to read the magic signature to find out who did it.

The blonde channeled his technique and used disrupt to break it before Drake fully kicked around to fight him.

His best friend lost all his struggle, and Alexander let go. Drake collapsed back onto the ground, landing on his knees. "Alexander...?"

The relief that they had been reunited again whirled in the air. He's not dead. Alexander felt his legs wobble. He didn't want to lose Drake.

"I'm sorry." Drake muttered to Lynette. He then stood before Alexander, their slight height difference didn't discourage the vampire beast at all. "I can't believe you!" Drake's throat scratched when he fought. He still pushed until his sound came out threatening. "YOU'RE SO STUPID, WHY DID YOU COME HERE!!"

"YOU FUCKER, I KNOW I'M STUPID," Alexander shouted back, though he was smiling much like Drake. "BUT YOU'RE STUPID TOO IF YOU CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHY I CAME HERE." He trailed Drake and the thick clamps over his forearms.

"You shouldn't have we were..." Drake shifted his head to Lynette and snarled, "fuck him."

His terrible sight went to Lynette as she struggled to get up. He immediately crouched down to help her. She flinched when he neared. He rolled his eyes, "stop-"

He closed his mouth, seeing her. The distinct dark red side of her clothes compared to the other, the tears, frizzled hair, and drained expression. He asked gently, "Are you bleeding?"

"No, Drake healed it."

Drake cracked at what she said, not because she spoke about it but because of who did it. "Temporarily not good enough, that bastard almost killed her."

Alexander lifted his hand and held it out to her. "Show me," she gently took it. Her grip's so weak, he thought. He knew her strength after all the times she fought him—he could tell how much toll her body had been through.

Her cold delicate hand pressed his rougher one near her back, between her shoulder and neck. She's freezing. He used his reversal magic to heal her body to its previous/normal state. The wound was gone. He expected her to move easier again.

"Take off your jacket." He instructed her. He already tried to repair what he could, but it seemed it was torn and messed up for longer than her injury. Most of the blood stains were gone, not enough to satisfy Alexander. "It was messed up from hours ago. And I don't think it's worth me putting more effort into fixing it when I could give you something else." He took off his compression long sleeve and handed it to her.

"No. This is yours, you need it." She pushed it back at his exposed chest.

Alexander groaned, he rolled it up by the collar and put it over her head. "I can fucking heal myself, and it is too fucking hot for me outside anyway, you're cold so you're taking it."

He forced it over her head while also making her take off her jacket. She continued to struggle and Alexander still won in the end. It had a size changing seal, so it adjusted well on her. Still a tad big though.

With her head lowered, she uttered to him weakly, "Thank you. I'll give it back later."

"You can just keep-"

None of them had a chance to say another word. An announcement simultaneously blared in all their heads.

"GARTER GET THEM OUT OF HERE AND MOVE THEM TO THE SOUTH SIDE OF THE ENTRANCE."

"Garter?" Lynette huffed, she looked around herself. "That was Wicks voice, is he here?!" She quickly moved away from them to look around.

Alexander somewhat followed her. " He's the one that slammed into Andras." I thought the C.P.P.A. was here. Is it just him and one other agent?

"He's fighting with Andras!" Her timid sound squeaked with a worried gasp. "No, no, no!" Alexander reflexively grabbed her wrist to stop her from heading further inside.

Drake stepped in front of her and countered. "Don't you dare try that after you gave me a lecture about running away." Drake nudged her with his shoulder, "You're brother's fine; he could beat him."

Lynette pressed at Alexander's fingers, "but-" The distant sound of booms further stimulated her pulling. "Let go, Xander."

The building trembled above them, continuously dropping dust and crumbling pieces. "You're not getting killed." I'm no better. I came here for them. "Come on."

He dragged her along and got Drake's upper arm to bring him outside as well.

"Hey, I can walk fine."

Alexander growled without anger in his throat. "I want you both ahead of me. I won't lose either of you now that I got you."

After they made it outside, the air felt crisper. Still with a stench of death though Lynette's natural aroma counteracted that for Alexander. His muscles abruptly tightened when he noticed another person running at them.

"Garter!" Lynette cried.

Alexander relaxed as she recognized him, and when the blonde concluded he didn't sense any ill magic coming from Garter either.

The male with straight long black hair then turned his head, "what happened to your shirt?"

Alexander narrowed his eyes, "fuck off."

Garter smirked slightly, then swept between Alexander and Lynette. He securely removed Alexander's grip on her. "I'll take her. While you guys follow me. More agents are arriving soon."

The action unnerved him, but he'd be with her and Drake if something happened. Drake, beside him, grumbled under his breath. "Don't walk away with her."

Drake wanted to get to them, so Alexander made sure to keep his hand on Drake's upper arm. He sounds possessive.

"Can you get these off?" Drake grumbled as he nudged into Alexander while they walked with Garter.

"Yeah," Alexander said. You better not try to fight him when I do.

Drake moved in front of him, and Alexander hunched over trying not to pull Drake's arms too far up.

The amount of locks on this sealed metal is going to be a hassle to undo.

Alexander worked through each lock; they appeared like pins on a grenade, keeping the magic in place. Except each pin would expand if he moved them out recklessly. And if they expanded, they'd be impossible to 'pluck out' and secure what they locked. To undo these, Alexander had to read the seal conditions carefully and understand precisely where to imbue his magic to counteract them, at their weak points. He also couldn't directly bend or touch the metal as it did distinguish most magic.

"How did you even get taken?" Alexander didn't mean to ask. The question left him out of irritation with the strength of the clamps.

Drake rasped. "Andras showed up as Ace and somehow fooled me, and Lynette got her mind manipulated by another guy posing as you."

Alexander's lids scrunched as he carefully undid another 'pin'. "Was he the one that did that to you earlier, too?"

"No, that was fucking Andras."

Lynette muttered from ahead with Garter. "Andras ate the guy who did that to me."

Andras is a Manipulative snake, using mental manipulation like...

Alexander's mind remembered a conversation he had with Lynette before.

"That's one reason why I excel at Assistance magic." "Oh, so the opposite of Wicks." I am? "That makes sense. Your crazy ass brother has such a fuckin' high defense he shouldn't have to worry about getting hurt. Unless it's by curse magic."

Alexander stopped moving. He turned back toward the building, but there's no way... He'll be fucking fine. Like every other time, his feet strayed on their own.

"What's wrong?" Drake's tone dripped with fear.

Alexander glanced back at him. He didn't want to leave. They were together—he had them both—Drake would be safe now. Wicks is leagues above you. He wouldn't fall for it. Don't leave Drake.

Alexander's legs twitched, and his eyes went back to Lynette. Their conversation wouldn't leave his head. It won't happen. Wicks is stronger than you.

"Damn it." He cursed and sprinted back.

"CHASE!"

"I AM GOING TO KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH. YOU GUYS STAY WITH GARTER!" Alexander yelled out as he heard the building shake again. I'm fucking stupid.

"HEY!" Garter called. He didn't pursue Alexander, most likely to keep the other two at bay.

I'll be in his way, Alex. STOP.

It didn't matter how many things he kept telling himself. He had to check and make sure everything was okay.

...

Wicks

Wicks sent himself and Andras through whatever was left of the walls. He would have kept it up if the hands clenching Andras's forearms hadn't suddenly burst with electrical currents. Despite tautening his hold, it slowed down his momentum and eventually sent him backward in the opposite direction from his target.

His body slammed into part of the caved-in wall that he threw Andras through prior. His body was singed with soft puffs of smoke across his skin. He took the time to send the message out to everyone in a radius besides his enemy before his stared ahead.

Andras, ahead of him, crashed into the other side of the floor. They moved their fight to the front of the building where Wicks originally started his battle with Terrance. Except they were inside what was left of the main lobby. Some furniture was still intact and the walls had not fully collapsed. Some of the chandeliers did from above, but their shattered glass did not impede either.

"I can tell why they call you Diageo," Andras chuckled as he stood up. Diageo was a nickname given to Wicks by his enemies. It mockingly meant beast killer because some magus referred to monsters as beasts and not beings.

Wicks pulled his healed body out of the wall and huffed. "Make your peace with your god." Wicks said.

His eyes burst with gold, and as soon as he landed on the ground, he threw himself toward Andras. The dealer barely created a cloak fast enough to absorb most of Wicks's gut punch. It snapped, and the force of his strike still sent the curly-haired body flying.

Wicks went after him, wanting to end it early. So he sent his fist ahead, this time at his head. Andras pulled it out of his way and the wall behind him burst underneath Wicks's force. Andras shifted his palms right into Wicks's abdomen and laughed.

"Do you think someone like me fears a god?"

Wicks pulled back, not fast enough for the blast of electricity to engulf his cloak. It broke it right when it hit it's limit, so it didn't hurt him. It did distract him enough to have his face clutched by Andras. He swept out Wicks feet after and slammed the back of his head into the ground.

"You're the one who should be making your pitiful peace."

Wicks snapped on another cloak, using his 'burn', and grabbed Andras's arm. He put one leg up into his stomach and then quickly twisted the other over and around Andras's neck before the next blast could be directed into his face.

He captured Andras in an arm bar. Wicks did a rapid drain, pulling as much energy as he could out of Andras. At the same time, Andras did the same with Wicks, shocked his body again with electricity, it didn't quite break his cloak this time. At this rate, Wicks would win out, until Andras unexpectedly snapped his jaw through the cloak, shattered it the rest of the way through, and dug his teeth straight into Wicks thigh near his tendons in the back of his knee. He tore the chunk from him. It made Wicks kick him away, and move from Andras.

He healed and made his way up. His leg twinged with pain that slowly subsided, while Andras, with a blood-stained face and teeth, licked his lips. Clearly amused.

Wicks narrowed in. Andras was faster than he anticipated. Much like Wicks, he was a prodigy who probably trained for as long as he did too. They could both drain each other, and Andras fought with one of most complex elements to control, so Wicks thought it'd be futile to redirect it as he did others attacks.

Andras's enhancements focused on his maneuverability, unlike Wicks, who worked with both strength and speed. He'd even use 'blink' as easily as Wicks did. This is the master escape artist. Time and time again, Andras escaped from the C.P.P.A., and Wicks wasn't about to let it happen anymore. It's the only reason he didn't rush Lynette out of here. He trusted Garter to keep her safe and take her away if he had to.

"Are you thinking about your sister?" Andras buzzed, and it made Wicks throw down harder.

However, the longer they fought, the more Wicks knew he'd win. For some reason, Andras seemed focused on dodging and shooting out simple attacks. If he wants to keep doing that, I'll drain him then.

Wicks continued to expect something; he even tried to bury himself in Andras's mind as he did to most of his opponents. Andras's mind denied him.

Once more, Wicks struck Andras's cloak, broke it, and, in turn, took a shot of voltage from at his chest. Wicks cloaked himself better this time, so it only surged along the outer coating.

Wicks broke Andras's left shoulder, it exploded under his attack. You're not going to pick your arms up again.

Then, he quickly grabbed Andras's wrist before he could release another surge and swung him toward the ground. Wicks brought down his right foot into Andras's ribs, and with a strong jerk upwards using his enhancements to stretch and tear him. He ripped Andra's arm off and partially crushed a few of his ribs.

Andras howled in pain and laughter. His eyes glowed white as an explosion of mist erupted from his body. The pinkish cloud made Wicks jump back. He let go of the lifeless arm, and studied the fog.

What does it do? He didn't breathe much of it in.

His studied it, trying to read over its effects. He didn't know if it would melt his insides, make him fall unconscious, or something of that effect.

He couldn't find anything substantial besides it being used to keep Andras hidden.

"Come find me." Andras's tune whistled from within.

Wicks focused heavily and locked in on what he assumed was a figure.

There.

He ran in and readied a strike. As the air from his windup parted the clouds, he quickly adjusted his punch to miss, and the pressure exploded the stained wood beside them.

He heard her yelp and saw she held her head in fear. He quickly scanned over her. There's no magic. That's Lynette.

She didn't remove her arms and Wicks got down. His hands trembling as he almost hurt his sister.

"W-wicks." She shakily spoke, lowering her arms.

He threw his over her and hugged her tightly. He could sense Andras's magic from her, but flesh-wise, it was her. "Lentils, I'm sorry." He didn't want to let her go.

She held him back, pressing into his neck, and squeezed with her frail hold. "I thought I'd lose you." She uttered in his ear, quietly as she quivered. "How did I get here? Did you bring me here?"

Wicks cradled the back of her head as the mist dispersed completely. They were the only ones left in the room. Andras could have used her to make me stop. He could have threatened to kill her.

Wicks then realized that if Lynette was here, Andras might have switched places with her. He's going after the others for energy, isn't he?

Wicks glanced down at his sister. I can't leave her nor let her see the arm.

"He had to have switched places with you, but it'll be okay. I'll send you back home." Wicks got up with her delicately and even went to put a cloak around her body in case.

"No, Wicks..." Her voice got deeper and more playful, "that's the wrong answer."

His gears shifted, he let her go and went to strike. "Don't fight me."

He seized. Why can't I move. In front of him, Lynette's fragile body shifted back to Andras's much more durable one.

Wicks searched over him. How did he do that? His eyes weren't glowing, and he wasn't using magic.

Andras put a hand to Wicks cheek. Wicks stressed to fight what put a strain on his head. "That's the look I love to see—the confusion, the fear, followed by the realization." Andras's smile rose unnaturally, his lips penetrating where his cheekbones should be.

"I honestly didn't know what to expect from you, but that chunk of flesh told me everything I needed to. If I hadn't had my previous meal, I wouldn't have been able to beat you this easily."

Previous meal? And my...

Wicks begged his body to move, twist, lift a finger, or do anything against Andras. He had to get out of this now.

We'd know. There's no way.

Andras's body grew bigger, not by much, but enough to break the buttons on his dress shirt. The fabric didn't have a size shifting seal.

"And there it is, the realization. Why didn't the C.P.P.A. know? Why didn't they report it? I'm not dumb enough to tell people, the only ones to ever know are in the same place as you." He pinched Wicks' cheek and let go.

That's why one could ever find him, he could pose as anyone he's eaten.

"Don't look so worried, Wicks. Just stay still for me, and I promise I'll take care of your family."

And no one will know it's not me, because...

The much taller body, at least eight feet, hunched over Wicks frame. Andras's jaw split open and it continued to travel down his neck and abdomen, exposing the pulsating flesh reddish flesh of his torso's stomach cavity. He didn't have any organs besides it. It almost seemed to purr with excitement at the new meal it was about to consume as its energy draining goo dripped down it's walls.

It flesh extended out like a fly trap with teeth serrated along the edges of its flesh, each ready to stab into Wicks and pull him in.

He's a mimic.

...

EY YO @extreme-unorthodox-cuddles for throwing down this guess a while ago about Andras and being right!

Mimics haven't really been talked about in the story since they are extremely hard to tell between people, especially after they've entirely consumed someone. Some more advanced ones much like Andras can change themselves based on having some of the flesh, such as Andras changing his voice on the call with Alexander after he bit into Drake's neck. And him with Lynette here, changing into her body externally.

Mimics get the abilities of those they've fully consumed as well. However, it does not stack, so once he eats someone completely, he will have their abilities and such until he does so again with another. He also cannot keep them forever.

More stuff about mimics will be explained later!

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