The hallways of the military base were filled with a brilliant white light. The walls reflected much of the colour. They were of a pure white. Unstained. Untainted. They were much like her uniform. Rachel walked about in her specially modified fibre suit. Suits created for Spectrals. She knew damn well how risky this was. Should she fail, death, would be imminent.

The base was similar in all aspects to other military bases except it's design. Fortunately, she'd been here often enough to know the corridors as if they were her own backyard. More then once these facilities have been under siege from the vicious monstrocities. The cyborgs.
Or so they were called. They were... once human. The dead. Except, they had odd crystals within their bodies. Some had metal parts, which grew and reacted. As if, it had a life of it's own.

It was a horrific sight to see the dead. More so to see them ripping people apart. Mercilessly. Some people were left, dumbfounded. They dropped their guns much too afraid or disgusted to react to such abominations. Rachel, almost shared such a fate. However, she had more then just bullets, explosives and melee combat skills to her devastating arsenal. She was gifted. Not in any mere way. Intellectually perhaps but there was more to that. Such was the way of a Spectral.

Spectrals bore gifts that were sought after by the power hungry and feared by the other people. They lead difficult lives. Only because people, never fully understood them. How could other humans with lesser developed minds comprehend the power that has yet to be unlocked. It was impossible. It was incomprehensible. It had to be experienced.

Out of fear, the humans... they limited the capabilties of the Spectrals. They dampened their minds, locked it up. But even so, power can only be contained to such a degree. Eventually, like a volcano, it erupts. In such controlled bursts, things always happened. Sometimes, people would claim they saw ghosts, visages, phantoms. Some people would be horrified and thus traumatised for all eternity. All because these things continued to haunt them. There wasn't a way to reverse an effect that was commited inadvertantly.

Of course, the government hushed this up. They didn't want to know that even after all those efforts to control the different people. They hid the truth from the public because they were weak. Those who knew the truth, were threatened to the mental tortures a Spectral was capable of. The government took some Spectrals in to be trained, to become a weapon.

It was a good plan. Brainwash and use. Simple. Effective. Not to mention the damned neural dampeners. They were devices used to keep the Spectrals incheck. So that their powers did not go untamed, so their memories did not return. However in wars and fights, things break. The neural dampeners were not spared from such.

Rachel recalled the past. She remembered the cyborg staring at her. He grabbed her by wrist and tighted his grip. Rachel heard her bones crack. The suit cut off the surge of pain but even technology could do so much. She was then flung across the room. Her head collided with a pillar. Her world went black.

She awoke hours no, possibly days later. Her mind was filled with a billion memories all simultanously playing. Her head felt like it was going to explode. She tried to control herself. It was near impossible. She strained herself to the limits. Eventually she broke. Nearby trees ignited, the ground flew in a multitude of directions, stones flew around her the waters rose. Things were defying the laws of physics and logic.

She fell to her knees. Her thoughts once again. Stable. She closed her eyes. A question arose. Where am I? She stared around. She was in a building. Near the outdoors. She saw some rocks, large slabs of stone as well as some trees that seemed to be bare of leaves. She looked up and saw the sky. Dark. The moon enshrouded by clouds which moved by quickly. Her surroundings were illuminated by the reflection of sun light. The slabs were gravestones. The graves, were empty. Six feet deep. The ground had crystals sticking out of them, pulsing out an eerie green light.

A bigger question arose. What happened? She recalled thoughts of betrayal. The words "Stay and fight! We cannot let them prevail." swam in her thoughts. Yes... she could taste the bitterness of it. Yet... there was something more. She recalled "Run you fools. I'll hold them off." Heroism. She looked around once again and saw something she recalled to be as a gun. The sounds of empty ammo clips ran through her head. No... the clips weren't empty. Technology just seemed to fail. How were these messages sent then.

A wave of de ja vu hit her. She recalled everything. From the beginning the brain washing, the conditioning, the neural dampeners which failed in the vacinity of the Cyborgs. Everything. One last question had arose however.

Who was I? To command these men, to do such heroic deeds. Rachel looked around but could find nothing on her fibre suit. She started wandering around and walked up to a gravestone that had caught her eye. Rachel Winternight. That was a beautiful name. One that would not be missed.

She got up. Picked up the gun. And set off for a place all too familiar.

As she twisted and turned through the corridors, pressed the right access keys and eventually, she stumbled across the final door. It was gargantuan in size compared to the others. It looked to be the most secure. She waited. Slowly, she saw her prey walk by. The President.

The son of a bitch that caused all this. The giant doors groaned as they unlocked themselves and opened up. Rachel steadied her rifle and walked in following the President. She treaded lightly like a predator. Events she could not describe occured in that room. A portal was being opened. A giant rift into some netherworld. She could see things inside of it. Unimaginable things. Then the lights went out. People started screaming.

Perfect. She hitched on the night vision scope. Took aim at the President and fired. She made sure she wouldn't miss by using her 'gifts'. She shot him right through the chest aiming for the ventricle leading from the windpipes to the lungs. That bastard did not deserve to die a quick death. He would suffocate as he had suffocated Rachel's kind.

In the chaos, she caught sight of a handsome man. She scoped in. "Lets see... Tyler I see." She turned on the cloaking ability and decided to stalk the man. After all, he did seem rather capable. Especially with that bad assed M21 rifle.

With his M21 in his hands, Tyler and his rebels took their positions. The sand storm made it hard to see. But the screams of people could be heard. Tyler looked at Sergeant Kobel, he nodded in approval. Tyler then held the gun to his shoulders, as he looked through the scope, he could see many ghostly forms running from something massive. "Hold position, save those you can" Tyler said. Everyone of the rebels were from the Marine Corps Unit, that he had rallied from the base. There are fifty rebel groups scattered all over the country.

Tyler watched, his first prey came in sight. Tyler gave a wicked smile and fired a round. The hooded figure fell before he could land his fist on to a woman. Tyler watched again, another figure, this time with lots of hands. Two rounds, and it fell. Shots started firing from the line. Kobel held his M36-T37 close to his shoulders and let out a brust of rounds.

Tyler watched and saw many more ugly figures coming. "Son of a bitch." Tyler sweared, "They brought a fucking Bonegad, all grenades launches fire at will". Having said that. Tyler dropped his M21 and jumped into the air. He landed on a ghoul. Tyler then took out his two long knives, he stabbed one to the left of the head and the other to the right, blood oozed out slowly as the figure dropped.

Tyler searched for more prey. A monster jumped onto a woman attempting to bite her. Tyler threw his knife. A perfect hit. Suddenly, the Bonegad smashed his Warhammer behind Tyler, and he flew. The soldiers turned and started to fight, Kobel went melee. Tyler looked as the Bonegad attempted another swing. Tyler reached into his back pocket and threw out 5 grenades. He then jumped for cover. It all exploded at the Bonegard's massive legs.

The Bonegad screamed at the destruction of its legs, and dropped his hammer. Now the massive creature was leveled with Tyler. Tyler stared in his eyes. He swung his knife two times and the creature screams stopped.

Having seeing their leader fall, the rest of the ghouls fled the battlefield.

"Tyler, get over here" said Kobel, "Someone has been stalking you, it's a Spectral"

Rachel decided to take this opportunity to unveil herself. Watching all the action was abit too much for her. Watching men die to their mistakes was even funnier. With that, she deactivated her cloaking device. Allowing herself to be seen by naked eyes.

She saw the Bonegad go down. The men were fairly efficent. Their leader, Tyler, seemed to be even more efficent then the others. Rachel liked that very much. Her senses didn't fail her again. She was noticed shortly after the body of the Bonegad crumpled against the floor. Whoever noticed her, she did not care. For after that, he was taken down by a spike from the portal.

"He served his purpose." thought Rachel. She stood there. In her beautiful fibre armor of the purest white and with lazer blue linings. Skin tight. She glanced at the men. Her stare alone sent them into utter lust. Of course, some of her skills had to be used to break down the discipline of brainwashed or hard trained veterans. Her eyes met Tyler's. He had sweet brown eyes.

Slowly, she graced across the blood stained floor as if, everything were fine. She made it seem that way even though screams could be heard everywhere. Shortly, she found herself eye to eye with Tyler, her left hand already around his waist. Her icy gaze locked upon his but more focused on something behind him. He shuddered.

Rachel tossed him aside with her left hand and with her right, stabbed infront of where he was standing. The air spilt a bluish blood. A groan of pain escaped from the spot. There were things invisible to the human eyes. But not the the eyes of a spectral.

Rachel flicked her dagger aside, sending the blood off her blade and onto the stained floor. The blood appeared to corrode the fabrics of normal army clothes, but nothing of any effect upon her fibre suit nor the metal flooring.
She sheathed her dagger and turned around where she had tossed Tyler down.

She reached her hand out to help him up. "Glad to be of help. I'm Rachel." She smiled as she continued to stare him down.

With her hands around his waist. He stared at the spectral that looked at him. "Careful, she can brainwash you." Corporal Adam whispered. Tyler smiled. "No spectral is going to brainwash me." Adam sighed and replied, "Your ego will kill you." Tyler waited, his eyes fixed at the spectral.

She walked to him, tossed him aside and killed a monster behind him, it was invisible.

Tyler was shocked! Blood and gore dripped onto his uniform. The spectral offered her name.

"I'm Major Tyler, and I'm incharge of this rebel group, what are you doing here, and thanks" Tyler replied.

* One slight error here. Try not to mistake Invincible with invisible. One means godly and impossible to kill the other means not visible. Also, when you do the quotation marks remember to end the sentence. Like "Hello." Put the fullstop inside the quotations.

Ethan sat on the floor. Legs pulled up to his body. "This isnt happening, this must be some sorta weird dream I'm having." Ethan touched the ground around him, broken pieces of glass and concrete, the whole lab was in a terrible mess. Vials broken, chemicals mixing together and creating lethal acid puddles, drawers and and tables were everywhere, lights hanging on a single strand of wire. Ethan felt a sharp piercing feeling on his fingertips, the glass had cut him, even though it was a small cut, it convinced Ethan that everything was real. Ethan then thought back to before everything happened, he had to remember what was real and what was made up.

"Hey Ethan! Quit dreaming and get back to work!!" A pencil flew and hit Ethan's temple waking him from his daydream. It was his good friend, Lucas,

"Quickly man, just pretend to be working!" Lucas whispered hastily. Ethan grabbed a piece of paper and pretended to be calculating something important, Just then Ken Oger, the Secretary of Defense, walked past their lab, looking through the glass hole on the door, seeing them working, he nodded and went on.

Ethan threw the paper away and threw his pencil on his desk and turned to Lucas, " Hey Lucas, why was that Ken guy walking through here?? Is something big happening today?"

Lucas shrugged, "You know only the higher ups know everything, we are only are given minimal knowledge on things"

Ethan then carried on doing his daily work till that happened, Ethan was all alone in the lab after Lucas had a "emergency" he had to rush to. "Probably just his whiny girlfriend." Ethan thought to himself, being a scientist is not really easy work, having to fulfill a certain amount of work done everyday and when they have a project for you to do, you must finish it before the deadline or else you'd get fired instantly. Quite a pain in the ass really, but the pay was good so Ethan dare not quit. Then the building suddenly shook violently, and then came the screaming that would haunt Ethan's dreams for the nights to come. The violent shaking brought a extremely heavy processing equipment down at the door, successfully locking Ethan in. But it was better than being outside as he peeked though the small window to see all hell break loose.

People were screaming and running, blood was splattered on the walls and needle like projectiles were flying everywhere, killing everyone outside, Ethan felt something he had not felt in a long time, real fear, the fear of death by an unknown force, the fear of being isolated, the fear of being mutilated. Blood splattered onto the window blocking everything out, then the doors shook and dented, someone or something was knocking the door down, each hit dented the door further, Ethan retreated to the furtherest end of the room crouching in fear, putting a up-turned table infront of him as protection if whatever that was hitting the door came through. Each hit filled Ethan with more and more fear, then just as sudden as the violent shakes, the hitting stopped.

Ethan then looked up and scanned the room, everything was the same as thirty minutes ago, Ethan stood up and decided that he had to get outta there, the front doors would not be a good idea, instead Ethan looked around and found a big vent, rather fortunate that it was big enough to fit him. He looked around and quickly salvaged whatever that was still working or might be useful, he looked at his items, a torchlight running on a nuclear cell, his and Lucas invention, and his ID card needed to get through doors. Ethan ready himself for the crawl and kicked the cover off, activating his torchlight and once seeing that it was safe, crawling into it, putting his life in the hands of the vent.

Rachel thought Tyler was quick, organised man by the way he spoke. Much like a commander.

"I'm here for the fufillment of two objectives. One of which is already completed. The President, dead. As well as to locate a scientist who knew about the neural dampeners that are limiting my powers. I need to get rid of it." Responded Rachel. "Also, seeing as I just saved your ass from being ripped apart by invisible things, and that you don't seem to have much of a plan, I implore you to assist me in locating that certain scientist."

Rachel did not care if he said yes or no. The answer was most obvious to her already. She spun on her heels and set off. Climbed up a ladder, took shots at a few ferocious gouls and pressed on an access lock, opening a door leading back into another of those clean untainted rooms.

It was, a laundry room. People in the facilities didn't go home. Everything was dumped here. Rachel saw the shaft leading upwards. She squeezed herself in, slowly pressing her limbs against the surfaces and climbed up. As she continued her ascent up the shaft, she heard voices speaking.

The voices were hurried, panicky. The people sounded intellectual. Like scientists. Rachel grabbed for a few minor detonators. She planted them upon the ventilation shaft cover. Armed the detonators for 10 seconds. Pressed the shield button on her armguards and braced for impact.

BOOM!

Rachel was left unscathed, her shield did an efficent job. She didn't have to use it often though so it was left on optimum power most of the time. She popped her head up. And saw two people. Both in lab coats. Both in utter fear. She heard groaning and looked down. Tyler and his men did follow Rachel as she predicted.

She dropped a flare down and helped herself into the room.
"Ello there mates. I don't suppose both of you know anything about neural suppressors or dampners. Do you? Your lives depend very much on this I assure you." Inquisited Rachel as she rested her forefinger on the hilt of her dagger. She grinned a lion's smile.

Tyler, with his M21 slung on his back, followed Spectral. It wasn't as if he was in any sorta spell or anything, it just that she was right, he did owe his life to her.

Tyler climbed into shaft and later into room with Rachel. There were two scientist. Both scientists of Area 51.

"We should get them both out of here, Rachel, they can aid us" Tyler suggested.

Suddenly, the door was being slammed by something heavy. Tyler went to the front of the door and sniffed. "Congrats, we got a few Bonegads waiting for us outside". Tyler chuckled and laughed.

"Boy, this is going to be fun" Tyler said as he unloaded the claymores and planted them infront of the door. "Poor guys" he thoughts, "Dumb shits can't even tell that there's a trap. Fucking pussy"

Tyler looked at the scientist and pushed them down. "If you know what's in a claymore you would want to get down." And before the scientist could speak he was shoved into the corner. Tyler went to turn the tables to create some shield. He then planted more traps. "Hey Rachel, first fifteen take cover. And it will blow" Tyler told Rachel.

Tyler replaced his present clip with a new clip. Tyler then placed the tri-pod stand on the over-turned table, and then, he got down. "Time to blow themselves shitless" he said. The hammer came down once again, each swing damaging the door.

And suddenly, the door came down. Four Bonegads screamed into the room.

Tyler smiled, "Showtime!"

BOOM!

And BOOM did it go. The first two bonegads rushing through the doors were incinerated into ash instantanously. The two at the back, were ignited. Running around mindlessly trying to stop the flames. They swung, bashed and did whatever they could to attempt the sieze consuming flames

As the bonegads thrashed around mindlessly, serveral soldiers were flung about, bone breaking sounds echoed throughout the small flame charred dorm room. Rachel saw Tyler, unleashing an unrelenting torrent of metal against the Bonegads. They seemed to have focused upon him. Gradually, making their way towards him.

Rachel got out from beneath the table, steadied her gun and hailed at the Bonegads. They seemed as if they would be consumed by the fire shortly. Bullets did not have as much as an impact against those thick leathery hides. The flames would soon finish them off.

Just as Rachel had concluded that, she saw the Bonegad reach up towards a sprinkler; triggering the smoke alarm. Water poured down from the sprinker, putting out the fires quickly. Even though they were severly weakened by the flames, they were still forces to be trifled with. It was much too risky.

If they stayed and fought in such cramped corners, many lives would be lost. Rachel looked around. They could go through the door and face several hundred more of these Bonegads or... The ventillation shaft came to mind.

"Tyler, we'll lose many men if we stay and fight in such corners, it would not be wise to lose so much man power in such a situation. I'm suggesting that we retreat through the ventillation shaft and head up. I'll create a minor force field long enough to hold them off while we escape up." Said Rachel telepathically. She hoped that he wouldn't freak out at such an intrusion to his mind.

She turned to face Tyler. Awaiting his response. While she tapped codes on her arm guards to generate a concentrated forcefield. It would only last so long.

"Son of a bitch." Tyler swore, "How the hell does she do that?" Tyler looked at the Spectral. He pointed his middle finger and asked her to climb up. "I'm not that important ma'am. I'll stay and fight"

Tyler kept the firing round after round after. Clips fell and fell. "Fall back!" Tyler shouted, "Fall back, and get those scientists up there". Tyler kept the constant fire support. He threw a grenade and it ignited a ghoul. He then fired more rounds, then threw another grenade.

Tyler kept firing. His men were planting traps, to slow them down. Tyler threw another grenade. And then threw a smoke grenade. And Tyler retreated. "Let's go, go, go. Get those scientist down first." Tyler commanded.

Tyler turned back and kept firing. He threw another grenade. And Tyler kept firing. Suddenly, the place shook and a gigantic troll entered, bigger than a Bonegad. This was a Bonevert. Tyler frowned, "GET THAT ASS MOVING!" Tyler screamed.

Rachel didn't waste a moment. The men were tossing grenades, unleashing hails of bullets. Rachel grabbed the two scientists and threw them into the shaft. Too hard... The fibre suit enhanced its wearer's strength, stamina and speed greatly. So great that they would dent the thick metallic marine suits with ease.

She heard a cracking sound from one of the scientists. She checked for his life signs mentally. She broke his neck. He was dead. As for the other, he plummeted towards his demise. She saw him drop all the way down. Screaming. The passage was illuminated by the flare she dropped just moments ago. Her eyes widened a fraction. She raised an eyebrow.

"Well at least I did what Tyler demanded. To get them down..." Thought Rachel to herself. "He probably wasn't thinking about what he said."

"We need to head up!" Commanded Rachel.

She got in and climbed up. The men quickly followed. And as everyone got in, the force field closed in onto the shaft's opening to prevent things small then the Bonegads from getting in.

Rachel pushed her bangs behind her ears, popped her night vision goggles on and continued to climb upwards. Her goggles registered human life signs further upwards. Someone... was climbing the same shaft.

"Won't be long till I catch up with him." Though Rachel as she dropped yet another flare which fell to the floor below. She had hoped that the creatures, demons, whatever, would follow the light thinking that the party had escaped further down.

Rachel sped up the shaft and noticed that the man was in a white coat like the other scientists from before. She grabbed his leg and he shrieked.

"Calm down... who are you and are you alright?" Said Rachel in the calmest voice she could manage. She smiled, an attempt to ease the scientist. She looked at his badge which read. "Ethan"

Ethan crawled through the dark dusty shaft, cobwebs littered the place. "Cleaning crew must have been lazy I guess or rather dead." Thought Ethan as he slowly crawled and crawled. Making his way throughout the shaft many passages, it was some huge maze the designer of the place built, designed to fool intruders he said. "What a load of crap, in the end it just makes my escape a harder and more exhausting one." Thought Ethan annoyed by the continuous webs smacking right into his face and the many spiders that hitched a ride on him.

Ethan stopped for a break and checked his watch, while smacking spiders off of course. His watch doubled as a watch and a PDA, he pressed a few buttons and the screen came out via holographic projection. The shaft was lit with a light blue light only stretching a few meters, accessing the blueprints for the area, Ethan sighed realising he had a long way to go before he could get out of there. Ethan then resumed his crawling, till he heard faint gunshots.

Ethan first thought was "Oh great, after crawling so far, I'm still gonna die, oh what joy" then realised that if there were gunshots then there will be people or something that may help him. Ethan then proceeded to crawl as fast as he can towards the gunfire noises, he reached an opening where the gunshots could be heard clearly and voices could be heard. "I must be friggin dreaming here, no way those voices are real!" thought Ethan till he was grabbed by something, Ethan shrieked and then looked down and saw some human in a suit.

The human told him to calm down and gave smile which even though freaked Ethan seemed to calm him down at the same time. Ethan just stared at him/her or whatever it was and processed the infomation going through his head. "Okay this person might be some alien or shapeshifting being that wants to devour my brains or it really might be a person inside, if it is a person i guess it should be a he, since he is strong, my leg hurts after just be grabbed by him but if he is a guy then I've just proven I'm a wimp by that friggin shriek, I could have shouted or hit him but no I had to shriek, great job Ethan, you royal dumbass."

Ethan helped the person up and asked "Yeah, I'm fine but how'd ya know my name?" The person pointed to his name tag. Ethan grew red in the face, humiliating himself twice in row must be some sort of record. Ethan then heard gunshots and voices from where the person came from and had to ask. "What the hell is going on here and who are you?"

And so, here Zambawie was stuck in this dark and miserable cell complete with a leaking ceiling, filled with thick slimy algae and a partially covered brick-sized vent for ventilation. The cell was so miniature that Zambawie couldn't even lie down, it only had enough space for an average african american man with a height of 190cm to have his legs crossed and his back against the wall.

It felt like three hours, no wait. Perhaps, it was just a few minutes. Or days? Time was hard to keep track of within this cell. Zambawie could still hear women screaming outside, rattling gunshots, horrific noise of crying babies, screeching tyres, it sounded so chaotic outside, three hours ago. But that was three hours ago. Now, it was silent, total dead silence. It seems like the silence was eating his world up, RAW.

Zambawie stared in the filthy ceiling, his thoughts were running on his mind like a never ending movie, not a fairy-tale, a horror movie. He thought of silence being a hideous looking monster slowly eating him up, tearing him into shreds and savouring every last bit of him. All the incidents that had happened to him before might be the reason why he was thinking in this abnormal manner.

Many years back, Zambawie was a successful business man with two completely normal children studying in famous school, a loving wife, ten major companies under his name. He was so famous that whenever someone wanted to describe successful, his name will never be left out. He even got a statue erected for him to make people remember such a marvellous man. Many people tried to decode his secret to his high flying career. How he managed to get such a perfect wife? How did he managed to persaude his clients? It was because he was telepathic, but not a soul on Earth knews about it, except himself. He did not wanted his rivals to find out about his special ability.

Telepathic simply means communication from one mind to another by extrasensory ways. It was how he managed to have and live the ultimate life. Not everyone was telepathic, only one in one million children gets this special ability. Or was it just a jinx?

When you are the best, people will try to challenge and beat you. No matter how clever humans are, they are bound to make a mistake. This mistake that Zambawie had made was so serious that it had cost him almost everything he had. His wife, childrens, houses and his companies but not what was engraved into him. His special ability, telepathy.

One cold November night, when Zambawie was the host for a special charity school event, the motive of the school event was to encourage students to be like Mr Zambawie. But that unfateful night, having consumed so much alcohol and the fact that he wasn't a good drinker killed his career, his life.

Despite being a little drowsy, he went up to the school stage, talked about his career and how he had achieved it. Little did he know that something, a storm was brewing. A storm that would change him, and his world. The alcohol in his weak stomach began acting up, sending him into a dizzy state and at that point of time, the whole school became quiet. It was quite amusing to see a reputable man walking in circles and sprouting nonsense into the microphone.

Then, it was at that moment when he said " I must thank God for giving me telepathic powers, to make everyone gaga over me! " To make the situation worst, he didn't talked into the microphone. He practically SCREAMED into it.

After that unnerving speech, he fell unconsious. It was just his moment of folly that caused him to be in this state. Afterall, Zambawie was still human and that alcohol would have reacted in him sooner or later.

Being the first telepathic in his country, he was feared. Not the god fearing kind of fear, but it's that kind of fear you feel when a mentally disabled man charging at you. So, from that day onwards he was an outcast. A science research. A project. Soon, his business rivals, started sending anonymous letters to the government research group posing as a long lost friend that had knew about his past.

The letter reads:
Dear American Science Research Group (ASRG),
I'm a long lost friend of Zambawie. Recently, I've heard news about my long lost friend. He did not get his telepathic ability naturally, when he was in pre-school we were best friends and we always spend the night together on a hill, star gazing. But there was once, when we were alone. A disk like object sucked him up. He went missing for days, until I found him exhausted on a tree.

You might not think it is real, but it is. Like you, I want to save my friend too. Good luck in finding the cause of Zambawie's ability.
Best wishes,
Zambawie's Friend.

His rivals sent letters like this to the ASRG in high hopes of them eliminating Zambawie. Due to the lack of resources, the professors of the ASRG used this letter as a evidence that Zambawie was not one of us. Which also means, they thought he was not a full human. As each day passed, the residents of the ASRG got more anxious in finding out the real cause. Zambawie was also suffering, as doctors took alot of blood to test his humanity.

Years later, they built this magnificent portal.

This portal, they thought was the only way they could go into space and find the truth. But the truth is, the portal was not a flawless one. Since the portal was the first that they had created, they could not find any use with it. Nobody knows what was inside it, because they were all timid pussies that didn't dared to try the portal. The scientists made Zambawie try the portal, and wait and see what will happen. So, to this point they were clueless about what powers the portal could generate and recreate. They did not know that the portal could transmit waves which is causing martians or more like destructive creatures to be sent into Earth. This creation was more than what they had bargained for.

"Who am I? What's going on?" Questioned Rachel. "Well... Personally I don't know much." She paused, clearing her throat. "There was a vortex of energy. Some project in it's beta stages. It was pushed for launch and went well hay wire. Things, creatures... came pouring out of it."

Rachel looked at him. The man seemed to be contemplating her response. She widened her eyes a fraction again. "I'm Rachel Winternight. I was the beginning and the end of Project SPECTRUM." Now the man actually showed some facial expressions. One of utter fear. Rachel raised an eyebrow in response.

"GWYNRRRRH!" A loud sound echoed through the ventillation shaft. "Fuck." Muttered Rachel under her breath. "Damned Bonevert probably got through the force shield. It's using echolocation."

"Tyler. We have to get to an open space. One where we can fend for ourselves against the Bonevert. Our weapons will most likely be even less effective against the Bonevert. I know where the weapons testing facility is located within Area 51. We've got to get there." Once again, Rachel intruded his mind.

She twisted her head around to look at Tyler. Awaiting his response. She could hear things coming and fast.

"Weapons testing facility?" Tyler asked, "they're weapons, that haven't been tested yet!" By then the Bonevert had arrived, once again with a giant Warhammer. "This isn't fun..." He said finally, "Alright, let's go!"

Tyler walked towards the Bonevert. "MOVE! I'll cover ya'll!" He reloaded his M21 and stared the monster in the eye. "Ugly bastard" he chuckled. Tyler lifted his gun up, fired a full round at the Bonevert. It roared and charged torwards Tyler. Tyler dropped his M21 and withdrew his long knives, jumped and rolled away as the warhammer came crashing down, smashing the ground.

Tyler threw two grenades. They exploded and Tyler leapt. His knives pointing down. He cut and stabbedrt tried to punch Tyler as he approached, Tyler then slid inbetween his legs and stabbed the Bonevert. It roared and pushed Tyler away. Tyler than ran for another strike. Striking its stomach area. Blood came pouring out. The Bonevert then dropped to his knees. Warhammer dropped. Both hands covering the stomach wound.

Tyler stood there. He took his long knives, and stabbed it through it's fat neck, followed by a kick. Tyler than turned around to find Rachael and the geek. Suddenly, cries from the ghouls were heard. Tyler frowned.

Tyler then shut his eyes. And re-opened them.

His eyes saw blue. Without hesitation, Tyler charged into them. "For Harper, for honour, for mankind!" Tyler cried as he used his shoulder to bash a ghoul, using his left hand he sliced off the head of another ghoul. With his right stabbed another in the neck. "No mercy" he whispered, "No mercy." Tyler dodged an axe. He then stabbed the ghoul who tried to hit him.

Tyler then killed three more ghouls. And then he was surrounded. Axes and swords all lifted up. Tyler stood in the middle. A sword was shoved. Tyler dogded it and sliced off the head in two quick moves. And than a Bonevert appear at the door, this time, bigger and bader.

"Oh boy..." Tyler said, ignited in blue flame, "Oh boy."

"This is gona be hard."

"Bitch!"

Zambawie sat in the gloomy cell awaiting the next sound. Even the tiniest one. Once, he hated the noise. But now, he longed to hear something, even a cricket will do. In him, he had this strange and alien feeling that something bad had happened. Worst, he feared that he was the only one left on Earth.

"Arghhhh, that fucking portal! I knew that day will come! I KNEW IT! FUCK!" he screamed out in agony, as he spoke in an odd accent. He slammed his bony fist against the algae coated wall, slimy. It has been many years since he had spoken. He tried to calm himself down, as he had already suffered the worst and nothing was as bad as his current self. He was angry with himself, he was so upset with himself. He wondered why he was born with this ability, not others. Was this Karma?

"I'm the one who had caused this whole situation. What have I done wrong? Have I offended the Gods? WHY ME ?! " He questioned, little glistering droplets of tears began tumbling down his worn out and aged face. The reason Zambawie did not tell the scientists about the contents of the portal was because he was worried they might use it for negative purposes. He knew what was happening now. It was THE PORTAL. He had to get out of the pathatic cell as fast as possible, if not. If not, the situation would have gone beyond control. He had to act fast. Now, the only major barrier for him will be, this crampled up cell.

"But there was no way out, the place sounded empty." He thought to himself. He felt like crying out, but he couldn't. It was useless no one would ever hear him. At that very moment, Zambawie thought about his family, his beloved children and wife. Death kept appearing on him mind, like a broken DVD player.

As Zambawie's childhood was spent in an African village as a orphan in a orphanage. The wise old lady there knew him. They called her, Madame Gpsarlhri. In his own native language means, the wise old lady. It was rumoured that she acted as a portal from sprits to people. Zambawie visited her daily, so more or less he had learnt some special phrases from her. Madame Gpsarlhri also knew that Zambawie always had this special ability in him.

"My child, when you get older you will have to handle greater responsibility, far greater than mine. Use them wisely, if not the consequences would very undesirable." Madame Gpsarlhri told him, patting him on his back gently. Zambawie sat there wondering what did that meant. But being just a pre-school child he did not really reliterate what did that meant, so he continued playing with in his sandbox.

"Polzamtuan, Hamgtofe Jokloh Bazhju!" he chanted repeatedly. It was to gain calmness from the gods. He learnt this from Madame Gpsarlhri. He was so tempted to use his telepathic ability to communicate to the nearest available human being to ask for salvation. However, he felt that over the years, it was this particular ability that had caused him to be in this state. He did not use it. Then, he suddently felt everything that the old lady had said to him when he was younger was coming together, like a solved puzzle.

Time was not a luxury that Rachel could afford at the moment. The men were under attack from boneverts, ghouls and such. She had to make a decision. Stay and fight at the same time disobeying Tyler's orders or, to search for weapons that may possibly exist.

The chose the latter. If she stayed here, she risked her own death. If she went in search of weapons, she might be able to save them all. She took out her rifle, scoped in on the bonevert, chugged in an armor piercing round and fired. She further accelerated the bullet using her abilities.

The bullet struck true. Smashing the Bonevert's ribcages centre, plowing through flesh and going through the wind pipe. It couldn't roar in pain. It just bent over. Clawed at the air. It went mad. And with that, Rachel turned around. Grabbed the unconcious scientist and ran off. She trudged through the shaft passages for abit more. Twisting and turning.

Gradually, the shafts seemed to get bigger and bigger and then, a door. "Good..." Rachel kicked the door, sending it flying across the room. Inside, were weapon racks. Weapons she had never seen before.

There were racks, filled to the brim with odd looking guns. Of those that caught her eye, were the C-20A Rifle, two P500s which looked like very capable pistols and two very familiar things. Psyblades.

Psyblades were devised by the Government. To be used by telepaths and psychics. The blades, were enchanced by the Psychic's mental strength. People with high Telekenetic levels, would be transformed into a ballet of death. Fearsome weapons in the arms of the right people.

The blades however, were only used in Project SPECTRUM. They were the end of it as well. The only Spectral to wield those blades, massercred the project. After which, she went sent on a suicide mission. Of which, she did die in. Rachel still lived.

She then noticed something else. There was another door. There wasn't a door there the last time... She slowly proceeded toward the door. It was locked. She pressed her hand against the keypad and shut her eyes. Visions of the past, dreams, thoughts ravaged her mind and then, a vision of a man. She watched as he tapped down the codes opening the door. As he pressed his eye against it. And then, the door opened. Rachel walked in with him.

She cleared her thoughts and opened her eyes. She was inside the room. The door opened. Except there was no man. Rachel, was a Spectral, yes. But that wouldn't be enough to define her. She was deemed a Phantasm. Beings considered much to powerful. Ones that had to be controlled. Most were killed, slain. It would have been disasterous should the Spectrals and Normal humans find out about the Phantasm. Humans would grow even more fearful, disorder would be created. The Government feared that they would be controlled by the phantasms.

Rachel however, was a small child back then. The Government saw the opportunity to exploit her. She grew up with other Spectrals. Whom always seemed to be disappearing or vanishing. In truth they were being exterminated should they fail in producing the right results. We were like test subjects.

Rachel however, found out the ugly truth when the head scientist was on his death bed. He spoke about how he always pitied her and implored her to end this... madness.

The room, had several files, files on research projects. She looked through them carefully. And located her file and then... Tyler's? "Isn't he just an ordinary soldier?" Thought Rachel.

Curious, she flipped open the file. She saw pictures of him. Ignited in blue flames, she saw deserts, frozen over. Once again, she raised an eyebrow. She wasn't surprised. Why should she be? Afterall she herself, was much of an enigma. She grabbed the files and continued down the room. She looked around and saw Ethan, looking and playing about with the weapons. His face in awe.

She walked around slowly, and came across a suit. It was similar to Rachel's except it was a ghostly white, at the same time a white of the purest light. Blue lines of psi-sensitive lacings. It had armguards, shoulds and backings with the same lacings. The suit was made from artificial fibre muscles. It was like looking at a Prada Handbag. Rachel looked at the title below. It read "In memorial of Project SPECTRUM"

"Memorial it says? Well, I remember!" Rachel took the suit and put it on. She felt like a god. "Hmmm." The most exhausting of physical and psychic tasks were easy, brief. The old suit was nothing compared to this. This feeling of euphoria. Limitless power. She stretched her mind outwards.

She frowned and later, smiled. Ghouls, were coming in huge masses. "Time to test things out."

The came pouring in. Through vents, the floors, the roofs. Using her powers, she made them focus on herself. They surrounded her. Their faces, hungry, lusting for blood. Human flesh. Rachel's face grew dark. Her eyes froze over. Power radiated from her.

"You will obey." She said, each word carefully, pronouced as if it were some magical evocation. "Kill."

With that, the ghouls went into a frenzy, tearing at one another. Rachel glanced at Ethan whom had a face of utter disbelief mixed with fear. "Lets go." As they proceeded out the room, Rachel reached for her C-20A and turned around. Fired a canister bomb. Created a psi-field that surrounded the ghouls with the bomb.

It became a dome of death.

As Rachel and Ethan walked, she noticed something.

"Help!" Someone, was crying out. That someone, was a telepath as well. Rachel tried to source the cries. They were coming from somewhere. She slowly, followed the traces which led her to the holding cells. Large steel doors were the entrance to the room. She grabbed her psyblades and tore at the doors. They groaned as they fell apart. Dust filled the room and it took awhile to settle.

And when it did. Rachel found an African America looking her in the eye. "Zimbawie?" She contemplated for a moment, reading his mind. "I see." As she read his mind, she noticed a mental dampener. She had yet to get rid of hers... She put the matter aside, she went to the frames of the prison, tore them apart and flung them across the room.

"I'm Rachel Winternight. Come with me." Rachel then grabbed Ethan and Zimbawie. She shut her eyes as she imagined the area where she last saw Tyler. She couldn't wait to see him again. Her heart longed for it. And with that, they were together.

Ethan now looked utterly shocked as if he went through hell. Zimbawie showed signs of suprise and looked as if he were questioning what just happened. Rachel strutted towards Tyler who was heaving heavily. The Bonevert dead. Due to asphaxiation or what not she didn't know. One thing she did notice was that it was very very cold. Almost icy.

Anyways, she grabbed Tyler and stared him in the eyes. "I'm back." She whispered seductively.

Zimbawie was bewildered, so many questions and thoughts were running on his mind. Like a marathon. Still he kept cold, after so many years of being alone he felt like he was with aliens. That familiar bond between humans was like a vacuum. Still, he had to thank them for releasing him. But how could he be sure that they weren't working for the government? He remained on the cautious side, like an animal waiting to pounce on it's prey.
Minutes later, his curiousity betrayed him.

"Thank you, fer savin' me." he tried his best to act calm and to respect them.

"Uh, not a problem. With this suit, nothing seems to be the problem, yet." She replied in a icy tone.

Again, he went into deep thoughts. He thought about what she said, yet.

Was there really a horrible situation outside?

"X'cuse me Ms, what's happening outside currently?" he asked.

His question left unanswered, which led him into a deeper confusion.

Although Rachel was abit irritated at the intrusion, she responded. The suit was powerful. Now if only she could get rid of the damned neural dampener. It seemed as if Rachel were ignoring Zimbawie while in truth she was contemplating an answer.

She cleared her throat again. Garnering the attention of the black man. "The Government went to toy about with source of power, far too great for them to handle. They brought things into our world. That thing was supposed to be our way out. Not a way in. Things backfired I guess. And now, basically, almost everyone, is dead. My scans don't detect anymore life forms."

"It's just us and well alot of hungry creatures that want to eat us. I do however, have a plan. I need to infiltrate a science vessel. Where the files on Neural Dampeners are kept. Using the vessel, we can escape from this hell hole." It won't be easy however. The ship ports most likely heavily infested. Not to mention the fact that the monsters have probably located us with echolocation."

"Oh my god! The situation outside was that serious ?!" Zimbawie shouted in shock. He was suprised that the sitaution had escalated to such a degree. It was beyond redemption. He had to protect himself.

"Do you have any weapons that I could borrow?" He asked in curiousity.

"Weapons?" Asked Rachel. "Look around you big man. See those dead people there and there?" She pointed around at corpses of the soldiers. "They probably have weapons you can salvage. Grab some armor as well. I hope you're good with guns and following orders."

Rachel smiled. She was sure Zimbawie was green to war. After all he was nothing more then a rich successful man that used his abilities to get to the top of the game. She hoped that he would last a day.

Then Zambawie, found a C-10 rifle lying beside one of a rotting corpse. On that particular soldier, he also found some useful hopper mines and a Z50 pistol. And for the armour, he chose a bullet proof vest complete with wire meshings, a quarter of the vest was soaked in blood. He didn't mind, he just wanted to prove to Rachel that he could be of some help.

With his C-10,Z50 and hopper mines and wearing that filthy vest Zambawie gave a cheeky grin that showed his plague covered teeths and dark gums.

"Vortex of energy? Project? creatures coming out of it? what the hell is going on here.." thought Ethan as he slowly processed the information then the human introduced herself as Rachel Winternight, a product of the SPECTRUM project. Ethan could not help but showed the surprised and fearful look, project SPECTRUM, one project Ethan will never forget. Being a minor scientist that was part of the project, Ethan knew what the project was about, people with the potential of being a Spectral was taken for the transformation process in Area 51, horrific experiments were done to them, among the hundreds that were gathered, only a few lived. Ethan hated seeing people die and watching them get tortured by the inhumane experiments was nightmare, Ethan appealed to the higher-ups, asking them to shut down the project but was rejected. "Much too valuable, closing this project would make them lose a couple of billion dollars" they said, all they cared about is their profits and because of that, Ethan quit the project and was demoted to researching some trivial. The last time he heard of the project was when that big massercre, almost all the spectrals died, all Ethan could do was to mourn their death.

Ethan feared Rachel as she was one of the few spectrals left, fearing that she would take this opportunity to kill him as revenge for what they did. Ethan felt responsible, "If I was stronger than i could have stopped the massercre, if only I was stronger..." thought Ethan. Before Ethan could open his mouth, those creatures came out again, fear rushed through his body, crippling his ability to move, Rachel shouted to the major infront, apparently his name was Tyler, something about a weapons lab. before grabbing him and run. Ethan watched the battle at the shafts grow smaller and smaller, then the running stopped, Ethan was dropped and a door was kicked opened.

Apparently they reached a weapons lab, Rachel examined each rack, Ethan got up, patted the dust of his coat and proceeded to the nearest rack. Plasma rifles, Guass rifles littered the rack, papers littered the floor. Ethan picked up the papers, calculations for the guns, Ethan gave them a quick read through and stuffed the papers into his inner coat pocket, just in case he needed them. Ethan reached out for the pistol on one of the hooks, and was surprised to find it incredibly light, and had a fingerprint scanner on the base. Ethan registered his fingerprints on it and tired it out on the walls.

The gunshot left a hole in the wall, impressing Ethan by the firepower, according to the papers he read before, that pistol he was holding was the lastest pistol developed so far, incendiary magnum rounds, silencer, laser-sight and it was incredibly light in spite of the heavy bullets. Ethan pocketed the pistol and found a gun belt which he wore and filled it more than enough cartridges for his gun. Ethan also put on some body armor he found hanging on the rack before catching up with Rachel.

Seeing her in a new suit and two psy blades, Ethan saw first hand what Rachel could do in her new suit did, making Ghouls that found their way into the lab kill each other. The new suit enhanced her abilities greatly, Ethan felt a pang of fear, Rachel sensed it too as she looked his direction. Rachel then just carried on, Ethan just followed with his gun in his hands of course, a bit anxious to test it out, being that it was his first time holding a weapon.

After walking a while Rachel suddenly changed her direction and headed down to a holding cell, there she ripped the cell bars open with ease, inside was an African American guy called Zimbawie. Somehow, he contacted Rachel, "Must be another telepath i guess" reasoned Ethan. Then it struck Ethan, "what the hell was he doing there?? and by the looks of things for a long time too, what the hell is the government doing in this place!?" Ethan thought annoyed by the amount of "valuable" projects. Rachel told Zimbawie to follow her, Ethan watched Zimbawie pick up some guns and armor, and followed Rachel to where Major Tyler was. Suddenly the temperature dropped till Ethan could see his own breath, checking his watch, the temperature was 5°C.

Ethan was amazed at the sudden drop in temperature and even more amazed that the creature died due to the temperature drop. Ethan walked to the creature and examined the tissue damage, the results shocked Ethan, according to Ethan, the tissue suffered from a severe case of frostbite, the limbs were frozen solid. Ethan activated his PDA and did a few quick test finding out that the temperature it went through must have been very far below 0°C, "it should have froze every living thing in the area, so how did Major Tyler survive the extreme cold??" thought Ethan as he read the data from his PDA and then staring at Major Tyler with a very surprised look on his face.

Rachel looked at Zimbawie. He did look quite strong. Afterall he was a rather well built man. But looks were deceiving. Hopefully, he was skilled in the arts of war.

Rachel wanted to speak to the Scientist. There was alot she didn't know about him. He was quiet. She quietly walked towards him as he stood there stoning, contemplating.

"Tell me more about yourself. And what you know of Project Spectrum." She demanded but in an awfully nice tone.

Ethan thought process was interrupt by Rachel, she demanded to know more about him and project spectral but there was'nt any venom in the demand. "well first things first, i'm a scientist here in Area 51, guess you already know that, full name's Ethan MacManus, please to meet ya"

Ethan then cleared his throat before speaking again " *Ahem* well I worked on or rather was part of the team in project Spectrum, people with the psychic abilities such as yerself, were gathered and experimented to make the perfect soldier, loyal, strong, and unfeeling. The project led to the death of many people as the experiments take their toll on these people, few survived, those that survived were incredibly capable, they exceeded in everything, combat, intelligence and so on. Then few years back, the higher-ups came up with another so called "great" idea since they were running out of talent to abduct.

Ethan saw Rachel listening attentively to what he was saying so he continued. "Their bright idea was to surgically implant a sort of computer chip into someone brain to enhance their mental abilities giving them psychic abilites, these became the new Spectrals while the original Spectrals were labeled as Phantasms, the new Spectrals proved to be reliable and strong, but not as strong as the Phantasms. The new Spectral's powers were weaker than that of a Phantasm, the ratio of a Spectrals abilities to that of a Phantasm is 1:100. Meaning the Spectrals are 100 weaker than that of a Phantasm.

Rachel took a moment to process the infomation. "Sounds like you don't too much about the gory details." She responded. "I want you, to go out and spreak the truth. For that reason, we're going to infiltrate the head science vessel to get all the gory facts on each and everyone of these experiments. SPECTRUM too."

"It wasn't easy. Surviving. I didn't know Phantasms were a hundred times stronger then a Spectral... So I guess you know what I am then?" Rachel asked in a polite tone.

Ethan smiled, " Of course, you were one of the few remaining true Spectrals, I remember yer name of the list, offically you were announced dead after the massercre of the psyblades incident, hundreds died that day. Hmm somehow you survived the massercre."

Ethan's expression changed to a serious one, "But i don't know much about the details of the SPECTRUM project. I quit the project halfway, the experiments and ways of testing for results disgusted me. Pitting two Spectrals together and seeing who will live or die, such acts were inhumane but the higher-ups only cared about results."

"And yes, most Phantasms are not aware that they are stronger than Spectrals because of the Neural dampners in their head. With the dampners, Phantasms psychic abilities are greatly reduced to just 10% of what they can truely do. The dampners are the government's safe-guard programme to ensure Phantasms don't uprise and control the government." Ethan said in an indifferent tone

Rachel remembered having to fight and kill her best friend. Leon Lockhart. How she cried as crushed his heart mentally. How she had to defend herself from his ruthless attacks. It was heartbreaking. Painful. She had feelings for him. Did he not have any for her since he struck at her so relentlessly?

That was the past. She killed him nonetheless. The worst part was knowing what he had thought before he died.

"No! I must kill..."

Then, she returned to listening to Ethan.

Rachel was in utter shock. If what he said were true. And what she had done earlier wasn't a lie. "Damn... I must be some powerful son of a bitch." She muttered under her breath.

"Major Tyler. I think it is time we moved out for the science vessel before this place, gets flooded. Completely." She paused for a moment. "Everyone! Pack up. We move once Tyler gives the order!' She commanded.

Tyler could hear the screams and cries of ghouls rushing into the corridor. "Ah!" Tyler, "I'm tired". He saw Rachael behind him, she seem to be looking at him for assurance of the command. "Damn, I'm tired!" Tyler thought.

Tyler saw the shadow of a gigantic hammer lifted up, just as it crashed down, Tyler rolled away. Withdrew his AS12 pistols and shot at the Bonegad's head.

"Move it now! I'll cover you!" He shouted as he planted his M21 on the ground. He than planted his bi pod and lay down.

"Go now! I'll meet you there...I promise." He said as he looked at her with sad eyes. There was no assurance that he could uphold that promise. Tyler looked as they ran towards the science vessel.

Tyler unloaded his clip, and replaced it with a 300 bullet clip. Tyler looked through the scope. Ghouls started to pour in. Tyler than fired rounds at them. Many fell, many went through. Tyler then fired. As a Ghoul approached, Tyler blew his head off.

He threw a grenade and it ignited a Ghoul. Tyler than planted four claymores and fled. He positioned himself at the second level. He planted his gun and awaited the claymores to trigger.

Tyler's view was directly opposite the door.

BOOM!

"This is it dumb shits." Tyler whispered "Your gona pay for it!" The first wave of ghouls entered the room, Tyler fired at them. The corridor to the shuttle was just awhile away. He kept pressure on the ghouls. More entered and Tyler kept firing. A ghoul climbed the ladder and approached Tyler. It tried to claw Tyler.

Tyler withdrew his long knives and sliced off the ghoul's head. He was being overrun. "Two choices" Tyler said, "Stay and die, or run or die". Tyler than kept firing. Rounds finished and he threw his gun away. He than ran into the space vessel port.

Rachel noticed that Tyler, enjoyed trying to be the sacrificial hero. She found it funny. Many men had tried to impress her with selfless deeds and such. Truthfully, she thought them stupid. She'd rather see them alive then risking their lives. Who would know if it were truely worth it or not?

She, was in charge of the rest of the group. While Tyler, was off on his homicidal attempt to buy them time. It wasn't like they needed the time. They could easily have gone as a group. But noooo. Tyler wants to be the HERO. Rachel knew it was pointless to reach out to such men. Silly mindsets they had.

She cared if he made it back. And didn't care if he didn't. The ironies of life. Possibly, love?

She grabbed her C-20A and pushed forward. Carefully, scanning the area area for threats to the soldiers. If Tyler, basically the only damned reliable soldier here didn't make it back, she would want as much survivors as possible. Perhaps to tell of his folly or his valor. It very much depended on the way people saw his deeds.

The path had few creatures. A few, not much of a threat to Rachel and her arsenal. Some were gunned down, ignited, exploded, ripped apart, mutilitated but most of them, were sliced neatly into bits by her Psyblades. "Dance like a butterfly, Sting like a bee." She thought as she danced her dance of death.

Soon enough, they reached the Science Vessel. It was filled with Data on the Projects, weapons, equipment and the governments manners of control. Perhaps it was too much to be located on a Science Vessel but this was no ordinary one. It was capable of inter stellar travel. It was the head Science Vessel, the Reliquary of Knowledge.

And it was to be Rachel's and whoever followed her's, mothership. Well at least for the time being. There wasn't much else of a choice or option on ways to escape. Most of them resulted in death. So this, would be a logical one.

"Only one thing left. Tyler." Thought Rachel as she powered up the ship. It was awaiting take off. She told herself not to take the risk and she allowed herself a fifteen minute grace. Predictably, like in a movie, Tyler, appeared at the last moment. He also brought friends apparently. Many many Bonegads, ghouls and such. Rachel changed her C-20A to secondary mode and it started firing Fragmentation Grenades. Ethan could be seen, frantically shooting at things with this pistol. Zimbawie looked like "Rambo" holding his gun steadily, and firing an unrelenting hail of bullets as Tyler, dashed across the room, quickly running up the ramp.

Rachel slammed the button, closing the ramp... halfway.

The bonegads were holding onto the ramp. The ghouls were jumping onto the ship. It was barely a few feet off the ground. Jumping distance for the monsters. They were getting closer and closer to the ground. Just a while more and it would be the end of the survivors.

Rachel knew that something, had to be done. Here and now. She was stressed out. Confused. Anxious. Afraid. She could feel it. Her powers, going haywire. Lashing out at everything. She clenched her fists, her jaw under the terrible strain.

On the facade of the ship, the ghouls could be seen, being struck by revenants, ghosts... Spirits of the dead. The ghouls could not retaliate. These spirits had no corporeal form for them to strike at. To tear apart, to rend blood. They could only howl in fear, flee and die at the mercy of the angry souls.

Slowly on the inside, frowns and worried faces were being turned into smiles of relief and joy. Rachel however, was under continuous strain. Trying to control all those thoughts. All the anger from the spirits. Bending them to her will. The suit glared out, It radiated power. Power that was so emotional?

"The Unbreakable Will." Whispered a voice into her head. It sounded like Ethan. Those words rang throughout her head. They sounded familiar. Her parents... they said that before they were forced to kill one another. They had no choice. It was an act however, they had broken the mental conditioning and the neural dampeners through their will alone. They killed everyone in Project SPECTRUM. At least until those bastards betrayed them. The other phantasms, turning on their own. Of one, was Leon Lockharts parents. More then ready to slaughter the parents of the little girl, that killed their son.

Before her parents were mentally destroyed, they had passed on their knowledge to her. In a dormant shell. Waiting to be unlocked. Rachel WILLED to be free from her limitations. Her chains. Her bindings. She would be free. She soared...the Reliqary of Knowledge did too.

Rachel's world turned darker slowly. Her heart light. She knew what she had done this day. "Need... medical attention." She said as she gave a weak smile. With that she collasped. Into the thoughts of the people around her.

Tyler ran. He ran like never before. Ghouls and Bonegads chased him along the corridor. Tyler took a quick turn left and then a right. A ghoul leapt and attempted to claw for Tyler. He managed to evade it and continued his desperate sprint.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Tyler cried as he turned and saw the horde chasing him. He couldn't fight them. There just too many. Tyler ran through an automatic door and saw the vessel leaving.

"Aww, come on!" Tyler leapt for the ramp as it closing was halfway. He then rolled down. Ghouls leapt as well, clinging onto the ramp. Tyler stood in shock. Utter shock. Ethan, the science geek was acctually using a weapon. He turned to his right and saw a rather dark man placing pressure upon the Horde.

Tyler laid there as the shiped moved. Odd things suddenly filled the atmosphere. Visages, ghosts, spirits... A most horrifying sight. Tyler retreated inside the ship. Oddly, they attacked only the ghouls and bonegads. Tyler suspected that Rachel was behind this.

The spirits suddenly disappeared and the ship moved. Rachael muttered something and collapsed. Tyler caught her and placed her on a bed inside the medical bay. He turned to the Ethan. "She's a spectral, what does she need?".

Tyler then turned downwards to his military pants.

"I think I shit myself!"

"Move it now! I'll cover you!" shouted Tyler as he laid his gun on the ground and readied himself for the upcoming rush of creatures. Ethan looked at Tyler, "Must have pretty big balls that guy, are all majors like that?" Ethan wondered as he was running behind Rachel to the science vessel. Ethan looked back while running and saw the rush of monsters or whatever they were, mouth lined with what looked like razor sharp teeth and claws that looked like it could easily rip open a person. Ethan tripped but quickly regained his footing and ran as fast as possible, "Damn it, i really gotta work out more, that Zambawie guy and Rachel are so far ahead, this is rather embarassing, lucky no one is free enough to think that way."

Ethan watched in fear as he saw the monsters unlucky enough to be in Rachel's warpath, nevertheless Ethan continued running and trying to keep his legs from going soft. Finally they reached their destination which was the science vessel. Then almost as if they have had rehearsed this situation before, Rachel rushed to the controls and Zimbawie turned and readied his rifle. Ethan just followed what Zimbawie did and started aiming at the corridor to the science vessel. After a few minutes, Tyler was seen running extremely fast, followed by the horde of creatures. Seeing Zimbawie opening fire, Ethan did the same, and Rachel joined in, firing frag grenades into the horde, killing a whole bunch of them. Tyler quickly ran up the ramp and Rachel closed it quickly but not fast enough as the creatures grabbed the ramp halfway and attempted to stop the vessel from flying off.

Ethan fired at the nearest target while moving away from the ramp, all Ethan could think about was how to kill them and not be killed which was rather hard for him since he did not have any proper firearm training. Ethan heard the click in his gun and quickly unloaded the empty clip and shoved in the full clip, cocked the gun and quickly resumed shooting. Ethan did not really have time to observe anything except the fact that Rachel was doing something and Tyler was on the ground. Then out of nowhere spirits or phantoms appeared and started attacking and killing the creatures. They obviously could not hit the phantoms but it was that stupidity that made them let go of the ramp allowing the survivors to take off. Ethan fell to the ground and releashed his tight grip on his gun, reloading it for one final time before keeping it. Ethan smiled and gave a sigh of relief, then turning his attention to the rest.

Zimbawie was quiet and calm, like a warrior, then he turn his attention to Rachel who at that moment fell down but Tyler caught her. Tyler brought her to the medical bay, asking Ethan what she needed. Ethan activated his PDA and did a few tests on her mental health, and concluded that all she needed was some rest.

"Relax major Tyler, she'll be alright, all she needed is just some well-deserved rest, all of you do and if you really soiled yer pants, I think I saw a spare pair of pants in an open locker in on the way here, excuse me i have to go check the controls for this vessel, see ya later." Ethan said in a cheerful voice before leaving Tyler and Rachel and going back to the bridge. Zimbawie sat on the floor with his legs crossed and he seemed to be mediating or something, Ethan walked past him and check the controls. After familarising himself with the controls, Ethan walked over to Zimbawie and introduced himself.

"Hey, we never got the chance to properly introduce ourselves, I'm Ethan MacManus, scientist in Area 51, pleased ta meet ya" Ethan then stretched his hand out waiting for a handshake

"Shit, what the hell are these monsters made up of?" shouted Zimbawie as he shot a monster in it's knees. I need to kill them, i need to see my family! Zimbawie's thoughts shouted in his head loudly, this caused him to have a motivation to work towards it. Zimbawie kept running and shooting freely as his thoughts echoed in his head without a break. Zimbawie started to stop, turn and shoot all the mutated monsters that deserved to die. He was trying to hold the monsters back.

"HAH! Take that bitches!" Zimbawie scolded the monsters as he spat a mouthful of saliva at the corpse. Zimbawie had lost his sense of humanity, now the urge to see his family was growing stronger as he killed the monsters.

"Hi, Zambawie's the name, used to work as a business man, until i was locked up. My goal now is to see my family, and kill those fuckin' monsters. Nice to know you." Zambawie said with a smile that was lost after he was captured. It was the smile that millions of people would love to see.

"So, how did you land yourself here?" asked Zambawie while playing with empty bullet shells.

Tyler sat in the corner of the science vessel. He withdrew his two long curved knives and examined it. It was cold, icy cold. How could it be when Area 51 was in the middle of a freaking desert.

Tyler eyes went blue again. He stared as his hands was consumed with blue flames. Tyler's body shoved back in shock and fear. Than his vision cleared and the flames went away.

Tyler took out a AS12 handgun. He looked and examined the weapon. He took the empty clip and reloaded it with a new one. He closed his eyes and thought of all that had happened.

"Harper was right, we should have stopped the project while we could" Tyler said out loud, making sure his voice echoed all around the vessel.
"It's all my fault, Harper prediction was right afterall. They came in the end. There was no point in changing the chords or the level of subjection."

Tyler gave a sigh. He pulled the tip of the gun back and than let it go.
"It's all over now, it's too late, oh so late" Tyler declared, "we're doomed. Humanity is doomed. It's too late!"

He pointed the gun to his chin. Tears rolled down his eyes. Finger tightened around the trigger.

"It's too late, we're doomed"

"No! Tyler NO!" shouted Zimbawie. Zimbawie shouted at Tyler furiously.

"There is a way out of this whole crap, we just have a continue to find the way out TOGETHER. We can't lose any of our members."

"If you want to die, dying this way ain't gona bring you any glory and honour." Zimbawie told Tyler giving him a pat on his shoulder, and try to coax him into putting the gun down.

"Tyler, think about it. We have came so far now, we can't afford to stop anymore."

Tyler stared at this black man. "Who are you?" he asked, "There is no way out, there is no hope, Harper is dead! And I'm responsible for this!" Tyler held the gun to his chin once more.

Than it hit him. "I'm responsible for all this, I should stay and fight. A good reason to live, not die" Tyler reasoned as he lowered the gun. "All the more to take back what is ours".

Tyler thought of a plan. A plan that could end this. He stood sat down at the table. Thinking of how to destroy an entire army of aliens. "Their probably attacking the cities by now" Tyler said strongly, "Many will die."

"We need to nuke e'm all to hell" He finally said.

Ethan opened his open, readied to answer Zimbawie's question when Tyler's voice rang throughout the vessel. "It's all over now, it's too late, oh so late" Tyler declared, "we're doomed. Humanity is doomed. It's too late!", the voice was laced with sadness and regret. Almost immediately, Zimbawie ran to where the voice emerged from, Ethan followed Zimbawie and saw Tyler holding his gun to his chin. Ethan was paralysed, seeing someone attempting to commit suicide usually made people feel that. However Zimbawie handled it very well, keeping calm and talking to Tyler and trying to convince Tyler otherwise.

Tyler went furious and started shouting at Zimbawie asking him who the hell was he and started shouting all his thoughts out, how someone named Harper died and he blamed himself for everything. Then Tyler slowly reasoned with himself, claiming that if he was responsible, then he should stay alive and took care of everything. Tyler lowered his gun and settled downed into a chair, pondering over something. Ethan finally regained the use of his bodily functions, then Tyler suddenly shouted out an idea. "We need to nuke e'm all to hell" he said, Ethan stared at Tyler dumbfounded for someone to suggest a nuke so quickly, Zimbawie just closed his eyes and listened to the what Tyler was suggesting.

Ethan looked at Tyler and said in a rather seriously tone, "Tyler, we should not resort to nukes without trying every other solutions to the invasion."

"Other solutions?" Tyler glared at Ethan. "Are you fucking kidding me? Other soultions?". Tyler shook his head in disappointmnet. "Let me explain to you our current situation, our president is dead. Our Secretary of Defence betrayed us, but he is also dead. Right now, the aliens are probably attack the state of Texas, it's too late for them now".

"We have to force play a counter attack before we're doomed." Tyler finally said. Tyler took out the bag that former General of the army, Harper Domez, gave to him. He took out a map. It showed the whole of United States. He placed his finger at the North-East section of the country. "We need to contact Major General Sarah Deck in Philadelphia and Lieutenant General Philip Anderson to prepare our counter-attack, there are 8 nuclear silos in that area"

Tyler thought for awhile. "Yes, we're already getting fucked, we need to nuke e'm all now, before we'll all totally fucked." Tyler exclaimed. He took out more items from the bag. A computer and a amulet. The amulet had a star. Tyler took out his amulet on his shoulder, and replaced it witht he new one.

"Call me General of the Army, Tyler Hangstern". As Tyler showed them the promotions paper and the will of Harper. Tyler smiled and say, "Any objections Ethan?"

"Tyler, i agree. We should nuke'em, that's the only way we can control the fugly monsters" said Zimbawie with a monotonous expression that had lingered on his face till now.

"By the way, the reason i look calm is beacause i meditate to recuperate my energy to recharge my telepathic energy forces. Using my main mastery of telepathic skills, i can even try to make a deceased alive again. That might be needed for this journey." Chanted Zimbawie, onlooking his mates that was giving him the "what the hell are you talkin' about" look.

"Oh and i have no objections about Tyler being the General of the Army."

"I can foretell his future, he's going to be a great leader. A wonderful one, the leader that never gives up on his team. Tyler, you'll bear great responsibility, and it comes with a price to pay."

Everyone stared at Zimbawie, empty stares. Except, Tyler. He felt determined to lead his group to stand up for Texas, and the world. Zimbawie just retreated into his meditating position and chanted some foreign words before standing up again, his hand against his worn out clothes he brushed the dirt that had been crusted on his shirt, with fungus growing on it. Gross.