.::MorTaL iMperFecTioN::.

Cally waited, then slowly drifted into the town, aware of the stares she illicited. She was pretty, of course, but poorly dressed, her hair long and tangled. She smiled seductively, then walked into the nearest shop and began clothes shopping. Time to try to fit in. She had a visit to make.

 

The director glared at the dark angel, confused by her words. "B and E?" he puzzled. Shaking his head, he dispelled the baffling thoughts.

"Where is his body?" He demanded.

 

"You're sounding as though I killed him. He just got away. So now you can stop worrying and start with the testing!" Fiachra frowned. She was getting a little pissed off.

 

"WHAT?" The director screamed.

"You didn't kill him? YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM? Listen abomination, I want that person's head!"

 

Mixt heard the director's screams echo through the building, he definately made the right choice turning arround. Mixt eventually made it into a room that housed one of the servers for the mainfloor. He moved a bin of tools near the doorway so that it would be believeable that someone left them there on accident but would likely fall over if anyone entered and allert him to thier entrance. After that he crawled under the wires to hide and allowed himself some much needed sleep

 

Lucifer was silent, staring at the picture for what seemed like hours. he brushed away a tear that was rolling down his cheek. Lucifer put the necklace back in his shirt.

 

Fiachra bared her fangs at him. "My names Fiachra, NOT abomination! Plus, I have the upper hand here. I don't care how many of these freaking hide-and-seek guards you have, I could eaisly rip YOUR head off." She glared at him, feeling her fangs slowly grow longer.

 

The Director squared his shoulders, looking down at the young girl.

"The last time I checked, you wanted your persona gone. We, on the other hand, could easily caputure another of your kind. Remember, you need us, not the other way around."

 

Fiachra scowled, bringing her fangs back in. "Fine then. Just so you know, working with me is gonna be easier then anyothers. I doubt Lucifer will let you test on him either." She released Gendran and landed on the floor.

 

Landing on his feet, Gendran addressed the director.

"Sir, what progress have we made on the blood examination?"

 

Fiachra crossed her arms. She wouldn't be suprised if they picked up two different types of blood in her, since a small part would be Gendran's. "You should of done something. I've been asleep for awhile."

 

"Look!" the director barked.

"Our progress has been slowed because of the disruption. What he can tell by now is that the symbyote that causes fallen syndrome is not carried in the blood."

 

Fiachra frowned. "Then would it be affected in the head? Nerve systems?" She had started to get interested in this fallen thing.

 

The director nodded slowly, pointing to his skull.

"We would need a brain scan to verify, but it would seem that a split personality, another soul would reside in your mind."

 

Fiachra rolled her eyes. "That would be the persona, obvious-" She started to glow again. "Oh holy sh-" The persona came out, swapping around bodies with her. "I'm guessing you need me out of the way to carry on now." She said cruelly.

 

Taking a step back, the director tried his best to looked composed and defiant. He was a coward, but he was too proud and vain to admit it.

"That remains to be seen. Please, accompany us to the MRI apparatus."

 

Fiachra raised an eyebrow. "Well then. I'm guessing The Blood Raven decided to play along then. Mind, i'll be popping out at random intervals so get used to it." She frowned and changed back probably to Fiachra. Taking a deep breath, she looked around. "That bitch. I'll kill her when I get a chance!" Fiachra straightened up and followed after the director.

 

After a brisk walk, the trio made it to the MRI machine. On each side of the room stood three guards, armed to the teeth, their faces blocked by gas masks.

Pushing a few buttons, the director made a small gurney extend out from the immaculate white cylinder. He patted the platform, beckoning her to sit down.

 

Feeling wary, Fiachra sat down. She sighed, making a mental note to try not to attack anyone during this. "Be warned, you might trigger off my unstablilty. If that happens.... well, I'll go mad like a normal Dark Angel would. Don't kill me though, just contain me until I regain control." She frowned.

 

Quickly, the director pushed her down so her back was on the table. He flicked the red switch sliding her into the MRI

"No promises." he said, smiling sickly.