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 Vengeance

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Iniquity, Aug 5, 2018.

  1. Iniquity

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    A soft groan echoed in a small, dimly lit room. Pain ebbed from her cranium, from her limbs, from her eyes. It was almost everywhere. Slowly, the blonde rose from a rather hard, firm table before she swung her legs over the edge. A deep, slow breath travelled into her lungs as she began to remove the vital monitors, casting them aside as she tried to steady herself. Clearly, she was feeling some anesthetic, which became abundantly clear as she tried to take a step once lowering herself onto the floor. Almost immediately, she collapsed down onto her knees. It didn't feel like much at all, it barely felt like she'd fallen. Once a set of blue eyes now flashed a blue and green, luminescent and scanning the room. They flickered and darted, assessing the room she recalled falling asleep in. Slowly, she gazed down toward her body. For the most part, she looked the same, aside from the slight lights ebbing from behind the flesh of her palms and forearms.

    "Son of a.." The blonde eased down onto her rear as the pain kept growing, it was like a tidal wave. All she had to do was focus on her son, on Ben. It took some moments but she recovered from the pain she felt; it was easier to ignore when she knew what was risk. Ben and Talia had been moved to different rooms for their operations, and were explained to that they would remain there until they'd recovered. Slowly, the blonde rose to her feet. Her curved, slender figure was only concealed by a thin, almost translucent gown that barely reached her knees. Slowly, the woman began to approach the heavily reinforced door into the surgical room. "Hey! I'm awake!" Her voice tore through the room, despite her weak state. All she wanted was to see how long it'd been, and where Ben was; was he awake yet?

    The door roared to life with a grumble of steel as it started to draw open. The female slipped through a gap as soon as she could. The corridor and area of the place.. Well, it was clear it wasn't legal. There was low lighting, most of the electricity and power going in to the tools they needed. There were no markings, no guidance as to where to go. Talia was already breezing through several private rooms, trying to find Ben or at least someone she could ask. By the time she passed by one of the last rooms, panic was setting in. Their marriage had been... rocky at best over the last few years. However... the last night they'd been together as completely human... well, it was vibrant in her mind. The way they finally released all of those feelings, the thriving of their bodies in the shower, the thrill of finally... being honest in some way with each other. It seemed to give her hope for them.

    Talia was about to cause a ruckus when she noticed a room with a closed door. The blonde hit an access button beside it, causing the door to rumble open. There was no hesitation, her weak body swiftly stumbled in. Her heart leapt with relief as she noticed her husband, laying on the bed with his vitals ... in her vision. It was the first time she'd experienced her implant, and it was almost frightening. He was doing well, heart rate, blood pressure; even his state of healing, it was all... impressive considering the change. The blonde gazed over her husband as she drew closer. The way his face had changed... his body... She'd almost tried to stop him for taking so much on at once. It was hard to see him in the same light; but they knew why they were doing this, and she knew she didn't look the same. For Shaun, this was worth it. When she looked down at the metal dominating his body, she knew it was all from the love he had for their son.

    It was the first time she noticed herself in a mirror as she gazed up from Ben. A piercing, light emerald eye remained in place of her usual blue. One of each. Even as she stared, her implant informed her of her own heart rate raising. Eventually, during her curiosity, a woman entered the room. She was middle aged, dark brown hair tied up in a bun with traces of grey easing from the roots. "He's doing good, Miss Whittmore." The woman offered a smile as she nodded to his vitals, "I'm glad to see you're up." Her words didn't register at first, but when they did, the blonde gazed toward her. "Mrs Whittmore." Her words were nowhere near as tender as they usually were. "When is he due to wake up?" The woman offered a slight shrug, "It could be a day, or it could be an hour. He had a lot of work done." The doctor took to his side to begin checking his status when Talia intercepted her in what seemed like a blink of an eye. "It's fine, I have it from here." There was a moment where the women stared at one another, before the doctor gave a nod and took her leave.

    "Ben." Talia leaned down toward him, easing her rear onto the rather small bed that just about fit her body beside his. Soon enough, she swung her legs up and curled an arm around his chest as she waited for him to begin waking up. It was a quiet time she had with him, embracing the hardness of the metal that took over, and to slowly adjust to how different he appeared. "Come on, terminator, wake up for me." The female whispered softly against the metal spanning over his shoulder and chest. He looked... ready. It dawned on her, that in that moment, their lives would never be the same. Sure, she knew it before, but now... it was staring her in the face. Even if they found their child, he would not see the parents he remembered.

    The extent of her changes were relative to her chest, her back and her face. Her green eye hinted the implants. Down along her chest were glimpses of the implants and fastenings beneath the skin, brief lighting that showed the life of such technology. Along her back, it was a similar effect, lighting trailing outward from her spine; along with a hardness to her flesh. It was clear there were things beneath the surface. There had been more that she had planned, but it would need to wait for more funding. Her first priority was to suit her husband up; he was the most experienced out of the pair, and from most of his colleagues. That much she knew. If anything, he would be their driving force. As long as she could handle the wounds, they'd be an unstoppable force. Talia couldn't wait to take revenge; to show them just what they'd done by taking their son.

    "Ben," the female murmured softly once more, her voice taking a far more tender note. "Wake up, love. We need to get back to the safe house to recover." All she wanted was to get away from the facility and get back to a place they knew they'd be safer; if they were caught with the modifications, well, it'd be hell to pay. Being in a facility that provided under hand deals, well, she didn't like the feeling she had of anxiousness that they may be discovered. It all depended on Ben, if he'd be able to move. They would need to cover up, hide their modifications. Thankfully, they'd packed enough to deal with that. It seemed her bags had been moved in with his, so she could begin to change. That's exactly what she chose to do.

    Her feet were flimsy, still a little weak as she unzipped her bag and bent down slightly to find some comfortable clothing. Gradually, she removed the gown and tossed it aside. Her curved, slender figure hobbled as she eased a pair of sweatpants on, shimmying them up to her hips before grabbing a sweatshirt and dragging it over her aching torso. They had mentioned that her skin may peel, that the implants may not allow her skin to grow above them. It was all a wait and see approach. Her plan had to be as less detectable as possible, but that didn't seem to be working. With grey sweats that looked more like her husbands than her own, and a sweatshirt that concealed all elements of her round, ample mounds and hourglass figure; she was reasonably well hidden. Stray blonde curls were pulled into a messy ponytail before she slipped into a pair of flats. She was all ready to go to a place they'd call home for just a little bit longer.
     
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    The infinite horizon neared. Stars abound coaxed mass and energy. All collapsed and rebound. Nebulas of myriad hues yet unseen by cellular organisms became and perished within a fraction of time. What he beheld in that journey through a connection with the boundless cosmos imposed a grandeur of respite and hope. All was as the sages of old had predicted. Time and space were realized as relative and insignificant in the face of the human soul and consciousness. He fell upon an endless vision of liquid spanning all shades beyond his comprehension. A less imposing, dark silhouette stood gazing at the bright canopy above. The reflection of the horizon made it impossible to distinguish water from heaven.

    “Dad?” A soft tone of innocence spoke onto the air. He jerked every aching muscle in his frame to face the familiar sound that had echoed throughout his ardent affection for many years. “Shaun?” His amply meek effort responded with bafflement yet engulfed with delight. “Where is Mom?” The enveloping, dark void of the bantam silhouette asked with confusion. “She is…”—his memory failed him miserably—“…I don’t know.” The swirling, dark smoke of the young figure approached the man with hesitant steps. “Where am I, Dad?” Benjamin beheld the apparition of his mind with great despair, ashamed and defeated, touching the shallow liquid with his knees. “Shaun, w-we…”—the pressure of sorrow hindered his words—“We are looking for you. Mom and I are doing everything we can to find you.” His vision began to fail his better judgement. The bright masses of energy above them faded. The liquid at their feet formed a stale hue of grey. “Dad, I’m scared. Why haven’t you found me yet?” The shadow of the boy asked. The man curled into his ever growing shame and failure as a man. Sinister figures began to emerge from the putrid liquid behind them. “Shaun, I… I’m s-so sorry.” He could barely muster the strength to speak. The dark apparitions of unknown entities, reaching akin giants, pulled the projection of his son away. “Dad!” The boy cried in pain. “Shaun! No! Wait! Wait!” The man’s words became drowned and muffled by falling tears and the collapsing reality around him.

    [​IMG]The shock of returning sense was overwhelming. The ghost within the shell had woken from a depth leading only to lusting rage. Machines and gadgets panicked with fluttering lights and high pitched noises. He knew not where he was, what he was, or what he had once been. His flesh and soul contracted and expanded, his heart nearly collapsed underneath the weight of bolt and steel. Every sensory input rocketed beyond what he could possibly conceive as a human being. The touch, the scent, all that he beheld felt alien. His visage crumbled in anguish, desperation, and shame as he ripped all chords and strings attached to his imposing presence. Loud growling, near screaming, endlessly calling his son’s name—“Shaun! Wait! Shaun!”—into the void of the wretched facility around him. It was laborious, nay inconceivable to register the tempting shapes of his wife as she existed like an unknown form. He attempted to raise his heavy frame from its slumbering domain, weak and frail limbs crumbling underneath the outlandish weight. Barely a step could he accomplish before collapsing into the arms of his better half. A disoriented soul gazed into her emerald techno, yet familiar forms made clearer a misty memory. His raging shock from the sudden awakening fell into the grace of her soothing tones, calming reassurance, and loving touch.

    “Shaun…,” A deep exhale escaped him. His palms reached for the dark steel outlining her visage. Welled eyes attempting to make reason of what he saw. What had they done? What had they become? Monsters. “Shaun…” He uttered again as he collapsed onto the hardened floor akin a failing machine. Breaths begot slower and heavier. The twisting and swirling world around him settled as if the carousel man had pushed the button to end the ride and disappoint all the young goers. He took the woman of his life closer as she had mimicked his collapse where they had stood. They were one as flesh and steel, hardened machines of war and restoration. “Lia…,” Faint sounds emerged from digital distortions of buzzing systems. “We have to find him… We have to find him…We have to find him…” His repetitions diminished in vitality for every iteration. Only the vision of the tiny form beyond the stars remained in his mind. The powers that be mocked him. They mocked him even in the depths of his dreams. With assistance from his wife, the man could become onto his feet again. All that was muffled and warped become ever so clear. The Sensory Neural Link within the both of them suddenly kicked in and executed its functions.

    A stinging surge hit them, but vanished in an instance again. Their consciousness expanded rapidly. Every molecule in the air felt like a feather against what skin remained. They heard every crack and cling through the foundations of the shabby existence. Their breaths, their senses, their emotions—all of it was one. Never could they even begin to imagine the beauty of such revelation of two souls interlinked. As his eyes welled, so did hers. The man reached for her frame and took her close, lips touching hers. All sensations looped endlessly, bouncing between them back and forth. What he felt, she felt as well. They kissed each other, as they kissed themselves. It was an infinite feedback of arousing emotion that quickly escalated beyond what they were capable of handling at this time. Benjamin jerked away from Talia when it became to be too much. The experience had jolted enough adrenaline to bring him back from the dead. “We have to find him,” he said again with an infinitely more controlled tone.
     
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  3. Iniquity

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    The female heard the moment her husband shouted out; and the devastating reminder of their situation began to ring out in her mind. Shaun. Talia turned in time to catch her husband, her body barely able to stand. Talia did her level best to hold her husband and support him, thankfully she had been awake longer than he had and somehow, she managed to keep herself upright. He called their son's name again, causing pain to swell within her heart. As he framed her face, a warmth swelled within her, as did pain. They were no longer who they had been, they would never be able to go back. This was it. This was their future. The female finally collapsed with her husband, her heart breaking for the millionth time; it would never be easy, and it would never stop hurting. The pain was written over her face, it was devastating. As Ben brought her closer, the female's gazed turned to meet his. "We will find him," her words were firm, like the steel that now worked in both of them. The way Ben repeated his words only concerned her more; he was so far gone in his pain.

    Slowly, Talia rose to help her husband to his feet. "We are going to find him, do you hear me? We've given everything. And we will continue." Talia had always felt of herself as the weaker one in the pair. Somehow, she was finding the strength to be there for her husband. He had been there for her the moment she'd found him gone, and now it was reversed. They would need one another more than ever. The blonde paused it felt like a jolt passed through her whole body. A soft gasp escaped her as she gazed toward Ben; she'd had no idea what it would feel like. Talia was already on the verge of tears for her son; but when she felt the love her husband had for her, it was more than she could handle. When he reached out for her, Talia already sank against him. Her warm, plush lips caressed and sank against his. It felt so... strange. The warmth, the heat, she could feel how it was to kiss her, how emotion took over them both during that moment. Flames of need began to lick at her; as she was sure they were doing with Ben. The need to be close, to be whole. He was her safety; he was her home.

    When Ben pulled away, Talia was able to gather her thoughts. The blonde took a slow, deep breath. "I know," she whispered softly, her orbs focused on him as she nodded to the bag he'd brought. "Here, we need to leave. We have to recover first." Talia knew the risk of running in half cocked and unprepared. They couldn't do that. They couldn't give up what they'd worked for just to be stopped before they'd begun. "Here, love," The blonde made her way to his bag, already rummaging and grabbing a fresh pair of clothes before easing it on to the bed beside them. Instead of stepping back from the emotion; Talia embraced it. He would feel the ache of losing her child, the joy she'd had when she held Shaun for the first time, the first crawl, his first walk. It was torn from her. The overwhelming pain started to simmer into fury; pure, unhindered fury. Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, in Talia's case it was tenfold.

    The female took his new face in her hands, drawing him down toward her with an expression of pure adoration. He would feel the sheer amount of love she had for him. In that moment, he was her priority. "We are no use to Shaun if we're not strong," Her words turned tender as her son's name brought an ounce of pain to her heart. "We are going to find him. And we are going to get him back. But right now we need to prepare. We need to go home, recover, and then get out there." Her gaze never left his. There was an element of shock that remained over their changes; it was... strange. But her love didn't shift, or waver. "Put those clothes on, I'm going to take the bags and get us a taxi back. Okay?" The woman gazed toward him, her eyes searching his. Before she pulled away, she leaned up against his frame ever so slightly before pressing a light kiss to his lips. They may not have been all that close before the event, but after? Emotions had risen, true fear of losing what they had left had been made clear.

    Talia scooped up their bags, and despite her pain, she darted off toward the head desk. "Excuse me," she called out as she noticed a receptionist seated there. "Hi, we're both awake and vitals are strong. Whittmore, Ben and Talia. We need to check out, the secure ride that was promised after surgery." The woman was dressed in a white lab coat, she had black hair and seemed just in her early twenties. "Yes, of course. Take the elevator down, ground floor. It'll be waiting." It seemed all too easy. the woman picked up the phone and called the driver as Talia gazed toward her husband's room. It wasn't easy for either of them, and it was only going to get tougher. Once he joined her, the female gathered up the bags before he could and led him toward the lift. She could remember coming to the lift and taking their first meeting. It seemed a lifetime ago.

    The female slipped her fingers between his, drawing him with her as the lift doors opened. It was going to be incredibly hard for them to wait to heal, but it's what they had to do. It shouldn't take long, but it was knowing they should be out there looking for their son that was going to be the toughest part. "We're going to find him," The female whispered softly as she watched the doors close, her grip on his hand tightening; even if his arm was metal as opposed to flesh; she still clung to him. "I promise, we're going to get him back. And we're going to kill every single one of those assholes." The anger in her threatened to escape. Thankfully, the doors pinged open and a hover car waited outside as the lady mentioned it would be. It was a fairly small garage, but it was tidy. Lia threw the bags into the back as she then slid in, taking a breath as she finally let her body relax for a moment.

     
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    The man had to focus every ounce of energy. Even the simplest task seemed daunting. The sudden injection of adrenaline had begun to fade within a moment. He intently tracked his wife’s movement with a childlike demeanor, silent and curious. Memories of past years and past nights swung akin a pendulum between obscurity and sunshine. All seemed distorted. His mind wanted to reject the myriads of systems and alien technology within him, but his body resisted. There was no other way. This was meant to be. Thus, Benjamin moved slowly and carefully when applying the garments given to him by Talia.

    An immense weight fell upon him. A stinging sensation of burrowing needles in his heart attacked and instantly retreated. The pain was replaced by relief. Warmth and cool, soft but coarse. His body sunk into the sand of evening beaches, senses embracing the tranquil hum of the ocean. The images in his mind painted a pleasant interpretation of what his wife had felt about their son—the first time she met his skin in her arms, the first time he stood upon his plushy feet, the first time he spoke her name. For a brief moment, the man could forget about his horrible visions of a darker future. Alas, it was soon replaced by frenzy, a carving and desire for blood unlike anything he had ever felt. Their hearts synched. They were one pulse. Man and wife against the world.

    Her words were his. They echoed from within his soul into hers. They spoke a single language, but shared all that was. Benjamin nodded at her instructions. That he was already on his feet was a miracle in and of itself. The two were likely supposed to be dead. Adrenaline, rage, and love kept them moving forward at an inhuman pace. He could see her heart beating when she came against him. The implants in his eyes showed marvelous colors emanating from her presence. Crimson hues pulsated from within Talia’s chest, outwards, to from a bright aura around her. There were no more secrets. There would never be new secrets. Their love for each other and their child would endlessly loop between them in a cocoon of their own paradise.

    As the woman disappeared out of the room, the man exhaled deeply and almost crumbled underneath the sensations she had transmitted to him. He fell onto his knees, breathing heavily. A few moments were required of him to collect his thoughts and strength. Benjamin put back into the bag whatever clothing he had not used and became into his feet again. A quick glance around the room was sufficient for his consciousness to leave the seemingly rotting facilities. He presented himself in the hall leading down to reception. Steps with all that outlandish weight and steel made him wobbly. Talia saw to his health by assisting his journey forward. Reassurance befell him when her fingers interlaced with his. Her words sprawled hues of Golden and White that enveloped throughout the elevator. The man could not stop looking at his wife. Everything about her existence was surreal. He was unsure if all was still a dream or not. All of the sounds in the garage and of the car displayed their own dance of colors within his eyes. The man could do no more other than nearly crawl into the back seat. When his wife joined him, Benjamin rested his head in her lap and closed his eyes.

    He found himself among the stars again, and that infinite horizon. Was every moment of rest going to be like this? However, Shaun did not present himself. The waters were still and empty. Benjamin sat and gathered his strength and senses within the dream. He knew where his body was. He was aware of everything. All of it ended just in time to meet their destination. Benjamin woke once again, but with less hysteria. He found his wife caressing his hair, a hand on his chest. She had been ever so watchful over him, her terminator. As the car reached its destination, Talia collected their things and they retreated into the safe house. A heavy arm rested around her neck as she led him to the bed. The man simply collapsed on to the soft materials, completely exhausted from the brief moments he had been awake. His perception of time was entirely warped. To him it appeared as if his wife joined him right away, but he could not be certain if a minute or an hour had passed since they arrived.

    The dream engulfed him again. Yet again, the powers that be mocked him by grabbing Shaun over and over again. Thousands upon thousands of times did he have to endure the same nightmare. His body was restless, disturbed, moving around in the bed with jerks and spasms. So it was until an instant when he snapped awake. The room was dark, but he could not tell what time it was. Talia lay next to him. It was now that he understood what had happened to them. She had changed, as had he. His mechanical hand slowly sailed down her defined curves where she lay on her side. He could feel every inch. The prosthetic arm must have been connected to his nervous system, yet it felt so much stronger. Benjamin became closer to the heat of her presence. He gently pushed her over onto her back. She was still just as beautiful as she had been the first day he saw her. Leaning his hulking presence nearer, he pressed his lips against hers as the hand returned from her hips across her stomach and to her mounds. Benjamin could see the increasing pulse of her heart swirling close to her, whether asleep or not. The colors of her presence were burning bright within his eyes.
     
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    By the time they reached the safe house, Talia had many thoughts clouding her mind. They needed to get Shaun, they needed to get strong, there were things they had to do, that they had to be. It felt so overwhelming, like there was no escape. It felt like it fell all to their shoulders, and it did. Nobody else would help them, it was them against the world. The female knew her husband would be suffering more than she would; his body had almost been changed completely. Talia would forever be his carer, his lover, his partner. Right now, he needed her strength and her care. The blonde eased her husband's arm over her shoulders and guided him to bed. It was almost heartbreaking to see such a strong man struggle to lift himself. His new body was far heavier, but the adjustment time caused Talia to think of just what they'd done. Just what he'd sacrificed.

    Talia stood over him as he fell asleep. She gazed over him, observing the state of his body. Small writing popped up in her vision; implants were at a good level of power, his heart was strong. Everything seemed to just need time, his mind especially. Finally tearing herself away from her husband, the woman made her way into the bathroom. She tore off the clothing with a few choice movements, like a cocoon being broken free of. Her slender, petite figure was clear in the mirror. As they'd mentioned, her skin was indeed peeling. The green and blue eyes focused on her reflection as she began to ease the dying flesh from her body. The metal plate beneath became all too clear. It was a small plate, above her breasts. It was fixed below her collarbone, and it was a rather small rectangle that fit snugly above her breasts. The glistening metal that became clear almost drew a whimper from her lips. She'd wanted to remain as human as she could, yet her body couldn't hold it. Even as she turned to gaze at her back, she noticed the same thing. Her flesh was giving way, revealing the trail of metal along her spine, the variety of shimmering metal and glimmering lights was almost too much for her.

    The blonde stepped into the shower she and Ben had been in less than twenty four hours ago, as human. The warm water didn't ease her pain, but it helped clear the dead skin from her body. It left a sign of true machine. It didn't hurt as the skin left her body, it was as if it had just died and was finally weak enough to slip away. Talia simply pressed against the shower wall, embracing the feeling of water trickling over her skin. They would pay for this. Everything they had done, everything they were planning; whoever had taken her baby would know pure, unhindered agony. Her boy, her miracle. For so long, she thought she would never have a child, and yet he had come to her, to Ben. The people that had taken their boy clearly didn't know who they were messing with; Talia didn't know much, but she knew they were going to pay. She wasn't going to stop, nor was Ben.

    By the time she was out of the shower and dried off, it had been an hour since Ben had fallen asleep. She hoped that it would just take a day to recover, they couldn't afford to lose anymore time. With a soft sigh, she draped her towel over the shower door before making her way into the bedroom. The cranial implants were causing a rather firm headache. Thankfully, she was still exhausted and aching, enough to warrant sleep. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, but not before rolling onto her side and easing closer to Ben. Her sleep wasn't as restless as her husband's, it was... almost beautifully sad. The memory of Shaun's first everything seemed to sweep in her mind. The way he stumbled over to his father, giggling and cuddling into him. The way they were, as a family. It caused pain, but the happiness that swelled in her was another story; it gave her hope of her strong little man, and his father.


    Upon feeling a brief touch to her body, Talia wanted to raise herself but she was exhausted. Instead, she left her eyes closed as she eased into the... stronger, cooler touch. A soft breath inhaled as she felt his hand trail down; it was as if her whole body felt a spark that began to cause her heart to beat faster. A warm, loving smile took hold of her plump lips as she felt him roll her onto her back. A glow of blue and green stared up toward him as her thick, dark lashes fluttered up. There were no words between them, it felt as if there was no need. There was an understanding of their emotions, of their needs, of their love. A soft hum of approval vibrated from within her as she felt his lips brush against hers, causing the thick lashes to sweep back down in pure euphoria. She could feel how he did, the way he looked at her, how he saw her beauty. From her, he would notice the sheer acceptance and love for him, his modifications didn't change a thing in her mind, in fact, it only made her love for him stronger. The willingness to suffer, to change, to become... what they needed, what Shaun needed, was more than anyone could ever ask.

    Her back arched slightly, easing the soft, ample mounds up toward his touch as her lips caressed along his in a tender manner. There was lust, but it lay dormant to the pureness of her love and affection for him. The woman considered insisting that they rest, but there was more than just physical healing that had to take place. They had been distant, and they had been close to breaking. In their time of dire need, they'd found each other again.

    Gently, her hands slipped up along his chest as their kiss deepened; her fingers brushed along the metal, caressing it, accepting it. She showed every inch of his new torso the same love she had done his body before. Her heart was racing vividly, wildly, trashing and skipping a beat as she explored his chest and soon the arm that had reached out to touch her. Her fingers trailed down along his new arm, caressing as she went before she clasped her hand around his, forcing his grip to tighten around her breast. The woman carefully, and rather gently, nipped at his lower lip before a devilish smile took hold of her plush tiers. In an instant, the female eased up and with one swift shove, she sent her husband rolling onto his back before she loomed over him, much like a tigress seeking her prey.

    "We should be resting," Her voice was tender and all too alluring. She didn't want to rest, she wanted him. As she gazed over his body, she noticed how good his vitals were. Slowly, she sank down to press her lips against his new metal jaw. Soft, silk like kisses trailed along the metal before she followed it down along his chest, and further opening the sweatshirt that she'd given him earlier in the day. It must have come undone during his restless sleep. Trails of kisses swarmed his torso until she reached the waistband of his pants, glancing up toward him with a warm, heated gaze. She knew he'd see her heart racing, even more so as she hovered above him. Until she finally eased her naked form atop his, legs curling against his hips, her arms seeking refuge beside his as she took his lips in hers; it felt as if the world just stopped; it was just them, as it had been before.
     
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    The man reached for a pressure spot by his ear. He knew not how he knew, but he knew. The Sensory Neural Link between them increased its intensity. Bantam, frantic breaths escaped him for a brief moment. The same kind of reaction as if he had submerged in ice cold water. The hues surrounding his wife became brighter and livelier. They danced around her delicate yet licentious form. Oddly enough, Talia’s new appearance had made her even more desirable to him. The dark material running its slick texture throughout her frame in suggestive patterns had granted her a permanent and lascivious costume. Was it not the wish of every man to have a loyal object of desire for his wife? Benjamin could see the argument clearly now. Equally, he returned her dream of having a personal one-man army of untold destructive capability to protect her. The complementary forces of man and woman, flesh and machine had come full circle.

    [​IMG]A marvelous display was before him. The increased intensity of their link had changed his perception. Pulsating smoke of electrical and compulsive textures surrounded her being. Talia’s rhythm was steady and strong, but would disrupt at the feeling of his growth against her. He embraced everything she acted upon with warm sincerity, which provoked his vitality to sprout throughout veins and flesh. The endless feedback of love bouncing between them compounded every touch exponentially. It was a loop of pleasure that became stronger with every circuit without any end in sight. He could feel every decimal weight of her balmy lips against his, every inch of her flesh touching his, every cubic meter of pressure applied by her curling legs, and all the swirling chemical reactions within her frame and mind. A golden halo had grown around her visage. The link between them in combination with Benjamin’s myriad retinal modifications made his reality surreal.

    Maneuvering was dauntless with his mechanical strength. Talia’s already petite weight had become insignificant in his new existence. She was literally as light as a feather despite her own modifications. Benjamin pressed against the furniture and reversed their roles in an effortless display. Her legs still curled around his hips, arms around his broad and hardened back. The shadow of his hulking presence would only allow her hints of a visage with glowing eyes. Both of them gave new definitions to the Kings of Beasts, the hunters of the savannah, the lion and lioness. They would give the world a memory of untold mayhem and terror the likes of which had never been witnessed prior. All would be ruin in their trail. All would be fire and brimstone in their wake. All would desire death before their mercy. Anything and everything to get their collective heart and soul back—their son.

    Benjamin reached for his sweatpants and tore them apart with a forceful rip. The weight of his engorged flesh fell onto her lower stomach as it was freed from its confinement. His perception beheld splendid hues of purple in the shape of blades coming from the pulsating blood of his virility. They continued to caress their lips and embrace the soft flesh within their mouths until the female’s frame flowed with desire and an unrelenting urge for his dominance. Benjamin led himself into position as he loomed over her. The initial surface touch of their ready and swollen flesh sent swirling ripples of exploding particles through their bodies. It was a reflection of sensation echoing and bouncing between them, slowly stabilizing as they embraced it. A modest gasp escaped him followed by bantam, controlled breaths. Never could he imagine how a woman felt on the opposite end of such pleasure. However, they were just scraping the surface.

    His thrust inside of her was slow. He could see and feel the violently increasing heart rate in both of them. The pulsating hues and textures enveloping them both began to reach and dance in all directions. The golden halo around her visage intensified and grew into blinding light. Every millimeter of his bulky masculinity felt akin an eternity as it pushed itself inside her narrow embrace. All of the augmentations and modifications must have changed them in several ways. He felt her much more petite than before, and she must have felt him as a bone breaking monster compared to memory. His eyes were wide, breath nearly suspended. The waves of outlandish sensations crashed upon the walls of his inner frame, again and again, relentlessly. When he finally released his lungs, a growling sound escaped and he was forced to punch the headboard of the bed, leaving a gaping dent, in order to distract sensation from the overwhelming experience that flowed from Talia into himself.

    When Benjamin had burrowed his reach inside of his wife, there was a moment of respite. The sensations had stabilized. The swirling, crashing, dancing hues and textures formed a cocoon around them. It was as if they were inside a moving wave of the ocean. However, every movement they made caused things to stir as he remained within her. Doubt fell upon him if they were even able to make love as they used to. Perhaps it was unwise to do so while the sensory link was amplified. Nobody had instructed them concerning this particular practice, and the device was most likely not meant for it. Although, it would not have surprised Benjamin if replicas and variations of the implant was used in Red Light districts throughout the city. Either way, there was no chance that he would ever be able to describe or comprehend his sensation of what Talia felt. He was completely baffled, nearly unable to speak at all. The hulking presence came closer to her modest frame, as he rested his arms. His breath was heavy, collecting new energy. His lips came onto hers. “More,” he panted a whisper of deep frequencies.
     
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    Talia noticed how her husband seemed to support her frame with such ease; it was something she would need to get used to. The moment he reversed their roles, a soft gasp caught into her throat. Glimmering eyes focused up toward him as she started to notice the trickle of lights and electrical pulses. The whole atmosphere shifted. Talia's focus was torn from the elements around them, to the way her husband took hold of his sweatpants, freeing his body from the material in a split second. A race of hormones flooded her, as did the need for him. Lust poured in from every corner, as did a genuine need for a connection with her lover and friend. He was the one thing in this world that kept her grounded; that kept her... safe.

    The warmth of their lips, the pleasure of feeling so united and close was all the blonde ever needed. In that very moment, it felt as time didn't move past their bubble, they were safe and restricted from the dangers they would soon be facing. The swell of need grew within her to an extent that he would feel the dull ache of need echoing from her abdomen. It was a strange sensation or thought that her husband would feel all she could; that he would know exactly what she desired or needed. As he began to shift, the female observed him closely. The first touch of their skin caused a soft exhale to leave her lips. Before the changes, their sex life... it had been something to blow her mind over and over again. The experience now... it was so incredibly different, but it still caused her to almost stare in awe. Especially as he began to thrust himself into her, the tight, gripping flesh took time to adjust to him, and his new size as well as its own.

    The female was sure her heart rate was soaring, she could feel the anticipation of their new union bringing about an almost panic filled pleasure. Her lips pursed, remaining slightly open as sounds of pleasure tore from within her. Swiftly, her legs curled tighter around him, guiding him deeper as she applied some pressure to drag his form in closer to hers. The fist that flew past her face didn't phase her, in fact, it even served to arouse her a little further, if it was possible. The pleasure and mix of confusion and adjusting to their new sensations was felt throughout her body; it was as if she just became hyper aware; every little movement, every ripple of skin and machine, every wave of pleasure. It almost felt like it moved as one, a tidal wave of immense pressure in the air. It almost crackled and ignited between them.

    Dual coloured eyes glanced up toward the male as he loomed in toward her, a warm, loving smile crossed her lips as he leaned in closer and caressed her lips with his own. The very moment he eased toward her, Talia slipped her arms around his neck almost to cradle his form to hers as her lips began to brush over his in soft, taunting butterfly kisses. He wanted more, and the very words made her heart sing. No doubt he would've seen the flutter of her pulse. Talia could feel his pleasure, and his need for more. What she did miss was how they used to make love, but this felt... so much more in tune. Despite knowing that moving would cause the seemingly strong fabric of their reality to tear, Talia wanted to overwhelm him, she wanted to bestow pleasure upon him that would cause him to shatter before reforming.

    The blonde gave her husband a nudge, it turned into a forceful, swift movement as she tried to keep him inside of her while she shifted to move atop him. As Talia rose above him, the female lowered her curved, mechanical form down on top of his. Pleasure soared through her body, it felt like the stars were glistening down through the walls right at them, as if somehow, their light glistened down to grace them. Her lips hung open as she began to rise along his slick, hardened flesh. Talia waited until it felt like he may slip out before slamming back down. Every time she did so, it felt like the surface of the earth cracked and shuddered, that they were re-writing the very definition of reality. The pleasure he felt only forced her pleasure further, to a point where she could feel her orgasm building. It didn't feel at all the same to before; it now felt like tingles across every single piece of skin. It felt like her abdomen was seeping warm, slick fluid in over excitement. Pleasure soon began to break into euphoria with every passing thrust. A bounce of platinum, metal and pale skin bounced atop him in unwavering pleasure. Slowly, she leaned down to rest her arms along his chest as her gaze locked on his. "More?" It was a tender question, she full well knew the answer to but she couldn't help but want to draw out the beast. In an instant, her lips locked with his as she began to slam her hips down, forcing him as far into her depths as they could both manage. Cries and sounds of pleasure tore from her through their kiss. And just like that, her world began to crash into pieces as pleasure soared through her body; her eyes ignited with a fierce glow as her body shuddered and shook violently atop his. Every inch of her around him was like a tight vice, caressing in the softest, warmest manner.
     
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    Every motion was pleasure and torture. Every motion was a sensation never felt before. Every motion caused him to die and rebirth. Talia was a graceful dance in his lap. She was a smooth lock fitting perfectly for a unique key. The pressure she caused sent fluttering throbs of energy running through his frame. The sound of her flesh slamming against his sent ripples of jagged thorn-like shapes of yellow hues across the room, bouncing against the walls before evaporating. He had to hold on to the top of headboard and keep track of his tongue, so that he would not bite it off. Every single thrust of her lavish frame exuded pure bliss and mesmerizing lust. Every single thrust forced a fearful grunt from his lungs.

    Benjamin blacked out for a fraction of a second when the hint of her explosion came about. The depth of her unforgivingly narrow embrace assaulted his every sense and perception of all that was. She relentlessly provoked him with her unmatched desire and lustful talent. That familiar presence inside of him began to wake and shake the foundations of his being. Deep down in the pitch black void of his soul slumbered the eternal companion of her counterpart. Both of them knew how to bring them forth. The only question was whether they wanted to or not. Once their beastly alter egos were loose, there was no telling what could happen and what kind of consequences it had. They only knew two things: Lust and Rage. If they did not destroy their environment, they destroyed each other instead.

    It was too late. Talia was determined to make this moment spiral out of control. As she pressured him with her heated depth, the man reached a boiling point. The beast inside broke free and pounced at its beloved soul in the material reality. Benjamin let go of the headboard and sought her neck as he pushed their law defying cocoon of ecstasy forward. She hung suspended in the air by the forceful grip of his mechanical hand around her throat, slamming into the wall opposite to the bed and cracking its surface. He urged her to lift her legs so that they could rest locked around his arms. His pulsating, ever growing flesh found its way into her constricted vice again, forcefully burrowing inside with a powerful thrust. The looming presence of his mechanical frame drew closer to hers where she was pinned to the wall. Each of his thrusts cracked the cold, hardened material at her back even further, bits and pieces falling to the floor.

    He met her lips with psychedelic love. They consumed each other. They molded their flesh and souls into a single, timeless being. Had they become Gods? Was this how Gods were born? Perhaps it was. A noticeable shift became them in their sensations and feedback of each other. One provoked the other. The new, yet familiar feeling bounced back and forth between them, building energy and force. As it brewed and drew closer, his flesh grew numb and his thrust into her grew more forceful. The sound of his flesh slamming into hers sent explosions of myriad colors throughout the room. His breaths permanently formed growls and her moans transformed into lustful screams. His legs became wobbly and hers began to spasm.

    The dream briefly overtook him when it happened. For a moment, he was gazing at the stars in that shallow water again. As he returned, a pulsating stream of warm fluid thrust itself out of his raging flesh. The man had to pull it out of her so as not to depart the material world from overstimulation. The stream flung upwards across her stomach and chest in multiple thrusts. The euphoria of that moment grew exponentially, collapsing and expanding with every millisecond. And she could feel everything. His orgasm had never been this powerful, which in turn meant that it was truly incomprehensible through the amplification of the sensory link. He soon lost control of his limbs. His arms slowly allowed Talia’s legs to straighten out and stand upon the floor. His legs crumbled underneath the weight of his body and on the ongoing orgasm. Benjamin collapsed onto the floor. The fall was not violent or damaging, as he had some manner of control left to break it. He leaned up against the foot of the bed. His engorged flesh was still pumping out the fluid of life, but slowly and diminishing in intensity. Benjamin lay completely fatigued.
     
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    The very moment she felt a tight, fierce grip around her throat, Talia knew she had what she wanted; what she hungered for. The glimmer of change passed over her orbs. They became hardened, fixated. A predator seeking its mate. A gasp of pain curdling with pleasure echoed from her lips as she slammed back against the wall, hints of cracks appearing over the surface. There were darker sides to the pair; it had come to life the moment they'd lost so much, the pain, the agony. Darkness swarmed within them; and it was living. The lust, the rage, it was the most primal of nature. The blonde obeyed his hint, lifting her legs to rest along his arms as he forced himself back inside of her. A cry of pleasure tore through her, vibrating through the air as she slammed her head back into the wall; it didn't hurt, not really, the pleasure overwhelming her prevented her from feeling anything else.

    Ecstasy seared through her as he thrust into her; the fire of their passion burning as he repeatedly buried himself within her. As he grew more wild, she joined him. Her heightened senses caused colours to be so much more intense, glistening as her body found itself soaring in what could only be described as euphoria. The very sound of his growls ebbing toward her brought her pleasure forward tenfold. Their exchange was as heated as it had always been; they just felt the entirety of it. The hunger, the pleasure, the pure need. Even when they had been in happier times, their connection was the same. They knew who each other was, and they thrived in it. It was a testament to their marriage and their love that even though they'd just endured a change they could never take back, and yet their love didn't flicker, it blossomed.

    Talia whimpered as she felt the warm, slick fluid pour into her. It was as if she could feel every ounce, every pulse of his flesh so vividly. A gasp escaped her as he drew out of her, the building climax faded in her mind to some extent. The sudden wave of his pleasure caused her to become speechless, no sound, no words. It overwhelmed her body to a state of bringing on her orgasm without any physical touch. Thankfully, he released her legs and gave her a moment to get her footing as her body began to shudder and shake once more. The moment he fell to the floor, Talia took a moment against the hard, cracked wall before she dropped down at his side, a soft sigh escaping her. She could sense his tiredness, but there was something she hadn't had in some time. The fluid he'd expelled against her stomach was trailing down her form, glistening along her skin as she shifted to her knees, easing between his legs with a few choice movements.

    If he tried to stop her, she'd simply lay a hand on his chest. If not, she would just be more keen. Slowly, her plush warm lips sealed around his flesh, sucking ever so gently, considering she was so tired, and started to drain the remaining fluid from him. She dared have ordered him to remain inside of her, she knew he would if he could've handled it. Talia was gentle in her movements, trying to monitor his heart rate as well as his feeling of pleasure. She didn't want to overwhelm him or set him off again, she just wanted to give him... sexual affection. Once she was done, she kissed and nuzzled her way up along his chest with a growing fondness. They were both exhausted, and whatever they wished would need to wait until they'd rested.

    "That was not rest," There was a glimmer of a smirk covering her lips and igniting her eyes as she rose up to her feet, offering him her hands. Thankfully, she'd had some modifications referring to her strength; she was able to help him up and ease him onto the bed. There was no energy left in her to shower, she simply curled up on top of the sheets before nestling into his side, her head easing against his new chest with one hand draped over him. With a couple this much of a team, bonded not only in heart but in soul, there was nothing that could stop them. Dreams of Shaun and her husband filled her sleeping mind; it wasn't painful or traumatic, it was love. Even a glimpse of their wedding graced her unconscious mind, the day that they had become one. Even though they'd drifted, love remained. And it was strong enough to endure anything that came their way.
     
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    He had conquered her once again. Such was the nature of his being and each time was unique in its own right. The man lay exhausted akin to a King with a woman at his side. Only moments prior had she worshiped his vitality like the hungering lioness that she was. Benjamin both feared and longed for the day when their alter egos would completely consume them and become their consciousness. What they had done to themselves through the operation might have hurried that process along. They had taken a giant leap towards permanently uncaging their beasts within them. Talia had been right. Nothing about the life they had been cast into was practically restful. It probably never would be ever again. Even if they found Shaun, the beasts inside would have devoured them whole by then. They were truly dying and reincarnating at the same time.

    Their slumber was still. Benjamin was spared the dreadful visions of the starlake and his son. Talia did not disrupt him or herself once, so she must have been at peace as well. Slithers of sunshine eventually penetrated the blinders by reflection of some surface outside. He was the first to wake, rested and completely content with finding his soulmate curled up against him. Arms slowly moved to rise and meet the new day, which brought her back from her dreams. He pressed his lips against her forehead without saying a word, although a rare smile came upon him. The hour they had waited for was finally here. They had drained the lust from the beasts inside, and now only Rage remained.

    He slithered out of her grasp and made way into the bathroom. Coming upon the mirror by the sink, the man was able to behold his reflection for the first time since the operation. He was stormed and elated at the same time. Fury grew within him due to his son’s disappearance and what he and his wife were forced to do to themselves. However, joy also reigned due to the hope such mechanical atrocities brought with them. They now had the power to fight back. They were no longer the grey and helpless Mr. and Mrs. Joe-Good-Citizen that accepted whatever fate the higher ups chose for them. They were the worst nightmare of the powers that be.

    Underwear was the only thing he found. Any other clothing was a surplus this day. Benjamin had to contact Stanley again, the man who had set up the meeting with the doctor and found the serial number for the laser cutter used in Shaun’s abduction. Stanley would also arrange a meeting with another contact that could supply any kind of gear that Ben and Lia needed, including appropriate clothes. As the man came into the bedroom again, he reached for his phone by the nightstand. The conversation with Stanley was short and mostly spoken in code in order to avoid tracking and keeping potential listeners in the dark. As they ended the call, Benjamin knew where they had to go. He texted another driving service in the city, so that they would not use the same one as the previous day. They had to be anonymous and invisible for as long as possible. “Lia… three minutes,” Benjamin spoke to his wife. She would know what it meant. Three minutes left until the last mission of their lives.

    It had begun to rain in that short time between awakening and the present. Day had nearly turned to night again, but it only favored the hunters. They met their ride under cover of hooded raincoats. Benjamin spoke the address that he had received, and the driver acknowledged. He took his wife close to his frame by an arm around her presence. The waiting and worry grew deeper and stronger the closer they got to their goal. He tried to mask his state of mind and state of heart, so as not to burden her with it. However, the neural link between them surely made it impossible to keep such secrets anymore. “Soon, dear….,” Benjamin whispered. “He will be with us again soon.” The reinforcement was comforting for them both. They had to stay strong and believe in their abilities. With the gear and weapons they would acquire shortly, along with all the augmentations, they would be a Hellish force to face.

    The contact met them as they pulled up to the address. Benjamin paid the driver and told him to wait. The contact appeared to be a rather young man with tattoos all over his body. He led them both throughout a maze of private warehouses that people could rent. As they reached their destination, the man stopped and face the couple. He asked what they needed and what it was for. “Guns… lots of guns with which to send those who have wronged us to the afterlife,” Benjamin said with an arm around Talia. The contact was content with the answer and unlocked the storage door, which rolled up with crackling noises. Everything that they could possibly need was there—tactical clothing, melee weapons, short and long range fire arms, explosives, knives, different kinds of grenades, rocket launchers, laser weapons, medical supplies and apparatuses, protection gear, everything. Benjamin tossed his credit card to the contact. “Give yourself a tip,” he said as the couple walked inside.

    “Alright, babe, what do you want?” He said and removed the hood of the raincoat from his head. It was all for the taking. They had plenty of credits to spend, but nothing left to lose. It was just a matter of time before they would regain their life, regain paradise. All that stood before them was countless of trained soldiers, artificial intelligence, criminals, and powerful men behind the curtains. However, together they were stronger. They just had to gear up, return to the ride, and be off to that place the serial number lead to.
     
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    Talia slept well for the first time since Shaun had been taken. The waves of deep REM sleep took over with such ease. She hadn't even realized it was morning when she felt a soft, warm kiss against her forehead. For a moment, she'd forgotten the state of affairs. Her hand reached out for her husband when she realized he was already getting up, and reality hit her. A tidal wave of emotions hit her, leaving her to shift up along the dented headboard in shock. It wasn't a story she'd seen on the news, it had happened to her, to Ben, to Shaun. It infuriated her that someone had managed to change their lives forever. Even when they got Shaun back, and she was certain they would, they would never be the same. What they had was dead and gone; all they could do was rebuild.

    The blonde remained seated on the bed. When Ben came in to take the phone, she shuffled from the bed to jump into the shower. The remnants of the night before slipped from her as she cleaned herself, and the daunting truth of what was to come... the horror, the violence. She was ravenous for it. The female dried herself and made her way out. She found a few spare clothes. A pair of slim fit jeans, coupled with a loose tank top and a pair of worn military grade boots. She looked rather common; but they were clothes she preferred, ones of the past. "Three minutes," She repeated softly upon hearing her husband's voice. The female was nervous; but not for herself. Last night had been a break of thinking about their son, but now the worry returned tenfold. Where was he? Was he okay? Could they find him in time?

    The dark atmosphere outside seemed to represent her current emotions, the rage swelling up, the fierce need to cause harm. The female tugged on her raincoat before they headed out. The city seemed so much darker, so much... more dangerous. And for once, she wanted to hunt it down. She wanted to fight it, she wanted to tear it apart. As they settled in their ride, she felt a strong arm pull her closer, causing a warm yet sad smile to cross her lips. They both felt the rage and sadness of losing their son. Now they could just feel it between one another. "He will be, we're going to make sure of that." The female whispered back, her words were firm and unyielding. They truly had no idea the parents they had crossed. Not only were they specialists in their field, but there was a fierce love within them. It was strong enough to endure, to bend, to grow.

    The address seemed to be a run down area of the city, secluded and clearly only known by criminals. The female's eyes surveyed the area, spotting a few choice people as they were led through a maze. Talia was in a world of her own, she was imagining seeing her son again, picking him up and never letting him go. That is what she was fighting for. When the large warehouse door opened, her brow cocked as she saw the range of weapons on display. There were many, new tech, old tech, experimental tech. The female eased under his touch, leaning against him as she gazed around to see exactly what caught her eye.

    "A bit of everything." She offered her husband a warm smile as she shoved back her hood, exposing the light blonde curls and piercing gaze. Several racks holding a variety of laser infused bullets. There were even some bullets on display that were listed as 'maximum damage'. The female left her husband's side to gaze down toward at the ammo. "What can I get ya little lady?" A voice ebbed from behind the counter display the ammo was set up in. It was glass, along with sloped metal. "I want to see these," Lia pointed toward the glistening red bullets. They seemed to hum with energy, as if it was calling to her. "Those are explode after impact rounds," The rather tall, broad, most likely military man opened up the case and presented them to her. "When you shoot them, they take a few seconds after hitting the target to give an electronic pulse. The glass is of course sent further, and the pulse will cause problems for any prosthetics." The male eyed the woman, "Like yours, for example." He nodded toward her eye, clearly he'd seen the implants before.

    "I'll take that large bag you have over there. Then I want all you have of the impact rounds, then whatever other nasty shit you have. Fill it up. I want every ammo to fit a 9mm, a 45 and any to fit an AK-47, Kalashnikov Alpha." Most gun models she knew were older, but in these days, most of them had been upgraded. The sizes of rounds seemed to remain similar. After she'd picked out her guns, the man began to list her items before she was allowed to take the bag. "Sure you can..." He was silenced the moment she grabbed it and hurled it over her shoulder as if it was a mere handbag.

    Now that she had guns, she began to look for daggers. She knew her husband would be doing the same. The female peaked over a few counters until she found some daggers she rather liked. The edges were fitted with pulsing energy, they would sear through anything they touched. They were fairly long, six inches. "I'll take those." The female announced to the man maintaining those particular set of weapons. She also picked up a few holsters, straps, and sheaths for the blades. Once she was done, a long bullwhip caught her eye. It was electrified, the very length of it almost crackled with power. "Two of those."

    By the end of her spree, she was carrying three large duffle bags. One alone had a suit she'd found. It was the perfect weight, light, agile and just strong enough to give her moderate protection. It would cover almost her entire body, meaning there were less soft spots to hit. The gloves provided enough protection that if she picked up her whip the wrong way, or her blades, it wouldn't cause any harm to her. The shock would be absorbed. Once she was done, the female found her husband, giving him a slight smirk as she gazed down at her bags. "Just wait until we get home." With that, she made her way back out to the cab, giving Ben enough time to go and see exactly what he wanted.
     
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    The wife was a natural. None of the what they were doing would have been possible with an ordinary woman at his side. The incident with Shaun had provoked her true colors to emerge. She was the woman that all other women should have strived to be—fierce, loyal, caring. Benjamin found himself eager to permanently let the beast out of her. Perhaps he would get what he wanted soon enough. The coming violence and rage would certainly entice them both. Seeing Talia go at it with the gear was like witnessing a symphony for the first time, an Orchestra of Death.

    Benjamin began with clothing. A tactical vest would have to be the garment of choice for his torso. The man behind the counter asked if armor plating was preferred, alas it was not. He need to be mobile and flexible at times out of cover and other protection. A set of hardened, dark polymer leggings eventually became the choice for pants. They offered modest protection against sharp and blunt objects and were compatible with a myriad of harnesses and straps. Benjamin debated with himself for a while about the nature of said pants. He had never worse something as tight. However, he would find that they were quite comfortable to wear, after having slipped into them right then and there. Besides, Talia certainly would not mind the generous bulge the pants had on display. Would she even be able to control herself? He thought.

    Handguns were next. He wanted something sturdy, something reliable, something silent. The man behind the counter whipped up an old favorite. A silenced nine-millimeter with fifteen round capacity and laser pointer. The model was the latest in the line of Glock firearms, one which Benjamin had ample experience with. “Bag two,” he said. They moved on to the primary weapons. The clerk recommended the SPAS line of shotguns with plasma infused incendiary rounds for when the party was over and they needed to make a grand exit. Benjamin gestured for the man to bag it. For precision and range, the man showed the classic, but top of the line AR-15 assault rifle with long and medium range sights and extended magazines. It was a done deal. For when things became close and personal, the clerk suggested the Power Sword and Shield combination. Both items were powered by electricity for additional offensive capability. The shield could be retracted and folded to fit around a wearers arm. It also had two modes of unfolding: Wide and Focused. The first setting offered more space of protection, but at the cost of thickness of the material. The focused setting only offered protection for the wearer, although stronger. The setup was perfect.

    As they moved on, something caught Benjamin’s attention behind the clerk. “What’s that?” he asked. The elderly man behind the counter glanced at the equipment pointed at with a smirk. “That there is a Hyper Particle Beam Phalanx.” Benjamin stared at the weapon for a moment. It resembled a Rail Gun, but much larger, heavier, and probably more powerful. “Bag it,” he said. “They mount it on tanks, kid. It’s not for carrying,” the clerk chuckled. Nothing else was said. After seeing that Benjamin was not fucking around, the elderly man wiped the smirk off of his face and simply nodded. Continuing their stroll down the glass encased counter, they came upon information concerning a Power Armor suit. “This is operational?” Benjamin asked as he skimmed through the diagnostics of the holographic interface. “Sure is. Ever worn one before?” The clerk asked. “No, but I’ve worn heavy duty exoskeletons at work for several years, which is basically a Power Armor without the actual armor,” Benjamin said. “Well, you don’t have to worry about much in this thing. Comes with a mounted mini-gun that will shred everything to pieces. Mind the batteries, though, as the suit eats them up pretty quickly. I suggest you pick up some spares,” the elderly clerk said. Benjamin picked up a small device that looked like a transponder or tracker. “This is for the armor?” He asked. “Yeah, we air-drop the armor to the coordinates of the tracker.” Benjamin was content and nodded at the man, adding the suit to the list of purchases. “Anything else?” the clerk asked when they had reached the end of the counter. “Grenades. Two of each kind. Extra mags for the AR and Glocks. Ceramic steel daggers, five. You got poison coating?”—“Yup”—“Alright, load up two cans.”—“That’s it?”—“All done.”—“Coming up.”

    Benjamin met with Talia at the exit. He was carrying a bag for himself, while his other purchases were being loaded into the car by the clerk and his two assistants. “How do you like my new pants?” He asked the wife and slightly parted the raincoat, so that she could see them. Even if they were comfortable, they made the man rather self-conscious about his appearance. It was all rather ironic considering half of his body was metal. However, he was ready for whatever reaction she had to spit. When everything was loaded up, the contact approached the couple and tossed the credit card to Benjamin. “Nice doing business with you. Please, do stop by whenever the need rises again. I’ll give you 15% on your next spree,” the tattooed guy said. “Thanks, will do.” Benjamin nodded to the man before they disappeared into the car. His heart was pumping. They had never done anything this illegal in their entire lives. It was much like having sex for the first time. Everything was an awesome ride, but it ended way too soon. He reached around Talia’s presence and took her close again. This was it. They were all set. All they had to do now was get the address of the serial number from Stanley. Benjamin pulled out his phone and showed he pre-written, coded message to his wife before pressing send. The message said: Hell hath no fury…
     
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    Talia adored her husband, and when she saw him with all kinds of weapons, she knew he'd had some fun. The blonde took note of the bag he carried, and the other bags being loaded up into the car. Her husband always knew what he wanted, and it was a highly desirable trait. He'd been the one to help guide her. This is what he knew, this is what he did. He was far more experienced, but Talia watched him over the years, and she learned. When he asked her opinion on his pants, the female's gaze drifted down to assess the garment when she felt her breath hitch in her throat. He'd feel the rush of lust, the hint of need rising up. The glimpses of the night before filled her mind before she attempted to pull herself back. "Just as handsome as the day I met you." The blonde leaned up to peck his cheek tenderly with her lips before sliding into the car. They had just done another unthinkable act. Another illegal deal, another step into the darkness. And she was ready.

    As her husband took her in his grasp, a warm smile graced her lips as she wiggled closer until she was almost atop of him in an effort to be as close as possible. As Ben showed her a message on his phone, she noticed the words and a smirk crossed her lips. He was right about that. The female watched as the message was sent. Hopefully it wouldn't be long before they got some information back. Thankfully they could still get back to the apartment, prepare themselves and drop off the extra weight. Talia didn't want to wait any longer; she wanted to go right in that moment. She was a volatile force; mother nature itself waiting to unleash a variety of storms, of tsunamis, hurricanes. When she was done, there would be no doubt that a mother could, and will fight for her children. She knew Benjamin would be there with her, beside her, tearing the world apart.

    When they reached the safehouse, the female immediately slipped the driver some cash before easing out of the cab and grabbing her bags. The stare she'd given the driver as he turned to take the cash was clear; any mention of this and he would be next. Anyone who stood in their way now would not be given mercy; they would suffer, and they would know who they had crossed. Seemingly innocent or not, Talia had no time for it. After she'd unpacked her bags, the female left the door open for Ben while she started to unpack the array of weapons and fixed them into the wall that remained between the bedroom and the living room. It was glass, fitted perfectly to hold and display tools of their trade. The bullets were lined up neatly underneath the weapons, displayed over the clear counter top.

    After she'd unpacked almost everything, the female's attention was drawn to the suit. Slowly, she approached it before finally slipping off her raincoat. "This looks too heavy duty, maybe," She murmured softly as she started to undress. The female eased off her clothing with haste, kicking it off to the side. Soon enough she was nude, and reaching for her suit. It took some adjusting, feeling the firm metal guide her, protect her. Her modifications were less than her husband, so to make up for it she took a suit that could provide that protection, yet still be flexible. Each piece snapped together, lighting up as it hugged her curved figure, defining the dip of her waist and the outward roundness of her hips. She certainly looked the part. For the most part, she considered just wearing a mix of athletic clothing; however, if she was to be hit, she wouldn't be able to recover without some kind of extra protection. There were a few sly tricks she had up her sleeve, such as experimental drugs, but she didn't want to tell Ben about those. The risks of them could outweigh the benefits; but it could make sure she lived at least. Long blonde curls were tugged up into a ponytail, and then twirled and wrapped into a bun before she was finally finished.

    Talia made a point of revealing her suit to him, giving a hint of a raised brow as if to asked what he thought when she heard a ping. The female took his phone to check the message. "We've got the address." Her voice turned cold as her gaze hardened. "65th Avenue, Downtown." The female could barely contain herself. It was one of the old factory buildings that hadn't been used in well, what she thought was years. The female drew out her phone phone and tapped a quick message to an old colleague of hers, asking if she could remain alert in case of any odd injuries or for any men or women that seemed to want to evade staying in the hospital despite needing further care. Any signs like that could help them. She just needed to do something.

    The woman quickly assessed what she may need. The 9mm, with new ammo, was fastened against a strap along her thigh. Next, she took one of the daggers and secured it along the attachment across her lower back. "Are you ready?" She gazed back toward Ben as she reached for one of the bullwhips. Swiftly, she rolled it up before fastening it to her built in belt. Talia had already sent off for a new driving service. They needed to get a car, one that had no record, no plates. That would be their next job, along with maybe finding several safe houses they could crash at to throw anyone tracking them off. Talia approached her husband, taking his jaw into her hands as she drew him closer. "We're not taking prisoners, we're going to kill them all. Right?" There was a need within her to spill blood, to make them all suffer. "Even if they comply, I want every last one of the filth that was involved to know exactly what's coming, to see it. To pay for what they've done." It was almost impossible to stop her lips caressing up against his in a heated exchange, the rush of adrenaline was trying to go in several directions.
     
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    Rain destruction upon all could he of steel and fire. Half the city would be pounded into the ground by his power. All the weapons at his disposal, yet he married the fiercest one on that day of flower. Underneath her fury all would cower. Their love and affection through rage and lust above all would tower. The powers that be had no choice but to rot and sour.

    Benjamin was close at her heel. He could carry how duffle bags in one go, but had to take an extra trip outside in the rain for the Rail Gun case. When they were all set, the man shut close the trunk and tapped the roof of the car in order to let the driver know that he was clear. The driver gave the man that look only other men understood concerning nightmarish women. Benjamin just shrugged. He was perfectly satisfied with having a raging monster for his wife. Coming inside, Talia was setting things up in a neat display that would keep them organized. The home, the castle, the order of things were her domains. He did not meddle with it unless it was illogical, which it rarely was.

    He took a moment to observe his undressing wife and the suit. The bulge in his silly spandex pants spared no modesty by inflating just a bit. How could it not? Her new apparel perfectly accentuated her forms, perhaps even pushing their boundaries beyond reason, and the bun in her hair was icing on the cake. “This was the ‘just wait until we get home’ thing? I like it,” Benjamin said while leaning against the doorframe leading into the bathroom, standing slightly behind his wife. She seemed rather smug and enticing about it, but the attitude was right up his alley. This was exactly what he wanted from her—a sexy warmachine Hell bent on bloodlust and vengeance. Perhaps it was he who would not be able to focus on the task at hand.

    The indication of Go Mission snapped him out of it. He moved with determination unlike any other. The tactical vest came out of one of the duffle bags and around his frame, along with the daggers. A harness with holsters carried by a belt went around his waist and locked around his thighs. He checked and loaded the two silenced Glocks, sliding them into their rightful place. The extra mags went into the appropriate pouches on the vest. Another harness came out of the bag that went around his frame and locked into the vest itself. Its holster across his back received the shotgun. The AR-15 was next. He checked, cocked, and locked, throwing its strap around his shoulders, carrying the weapon across his chest. The mounted contraption containing the power shield went onto his mechanical arm. His other limb, still of flesh and blood, wielded the sword infused with electricity around the edges of the blade. At the push of a button by the handle, the sword powered up and he gave it a couple of swings. It emitted a distinctly light-bluish hue along with a frightening, crackling and buzzing sound.

    “Yes,” Benjamin spoke with a cold, calculating tone. Even if the Sensory Neural Link had almost become second nature already, the man could still clearly perceive her raging emotions and sprawling hues crawling out of her frame as she created sound with movement and speech. His eyes briefly closed at her touch. Both of his arms reached around her petite frame, embracing it firmly. “I promise that they will all die. Every last one of them. Anyone who had anything to do with this won’t live another day.” The beast within him stirred once again. The shooting adrenaline produced by untold hate and rage provoked the King of the Depths, the great Hunter of all things living. Her anger fed into him, his wrath looped back. Their exchange was one of lustful revenge. Now was the time of their lives.

    Benjamin led them outside to the new ride. They sat silent in the back seat, hands tightly embraced. As they arrived, they saw the driver off and turned to face the rotting structure. A typical fence ran across the courtyard in front of the main entrance. The sides of the factory were close in proximity to other structures that were largely empty. A couple of individuals could be seen patrolling outside. They were lightly armed. The rain was still heavy in the sky, which offered the couple a stealthy advantage before the blow out. Benjamin took his wife’s hand again and led her towards the west end of the structure, crouching behind old shipments and crates that had been abandoned. They stopped behind a number of stacked, steel cylinders. His faintly glowing orbs told her to stand by. As one of the patrolling guards leisurely strolled by at a slow pace, smoking a cigarette, Benjamin snuck around the corner of the massive cylinders, coming up behind the unsuspecting prey. With graceful yet brutal movements, his mechanical hand came across the other man’s jaw and mouth. In the same motion, Benjamin’s foot pressed down with full force in the hollow of the knee, forcing the guard down. The third movement was of the dagger that sought the neck of the victim. Its penetration caused a muffled grunt to escape the weakling. Benjamin twisted the blade on its other end while shifting the guard’s head to the side, causing the weapon to break into the spine and forcing its fluid to gush forth.

    Pulling the dead guard’s body away, Benjamin nodded at another guard that was about to round the corner of the structure as a sign for Talia to engage. This is usually how these missions began. There was silence and finesse at first, but it always ended with loud explosions and heaps of bodies.
     
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    There was a unity within them; more than anyone could ever understand. It was inside of them, a part of them. It wasn't due to their implants, it was only enhanced by it. When Ben informed her of just what she wanted to hear, the female felt a warm smile brushing over her lips. It was menacing, and content with her husband. He was a man who could truly handle her, a man who let her blossom. Before him, nobody had been enough to cope with her, and yet, she'd stumbled upon an angel (in her eyes) despite the trying times she'd had. He'd been her saviour, and in the moment that they stood, he remained that mark. Her hero. Her lover. Her friend. Her world.

    Talia was quiet for the journey, she checked the weapon holstered against her thigh and simply eased against her husband. Once it was over, she slipped out the car with incredible ease, despite her new suit. It seemed to have incredible flexibility, joint movement, it was even fairly silent. It fit her like a glove. Immediately, she began to scan the area. It looked like a large area to oversee, for them it would be no issue. As Ben took her hand, her fingers curled around his before following his lead. The cylinders were perfect to hide behind, they would provide enough coverage to remain unseen even when they stood at full height. The wife took note of her husband's gaze, giving a slight nod. Talia had served in the military, but only for a few years. Her job had always been nursing, she preferred to heal men rather than fight another, it had been a different time, a different person almost.

    The blonde watched as her husband dispatched the guard, it almost made her bite her lip in lust. The ferocity, the skill, he was... magnificent. The blonde noticed his look, and she immediately followed his gaze to see the heat signature moving closer. The female silently hurried toward the edge of the large, metal building. Her form glimmered between cylinders as she kept her body hidden. The blonde waited, knowing she could've taken him at any point. The male was equipped with armor, leaving only a few lethal attack spots. One was his throat. A slow smile snaked over her lips as she slipped a hand down to unhook the bullwhip from her belt. The long, ropey material was coated with metal to provide the pulse of power she'd seen in the warehouse. The long whip trailed like a snake as she approached a closer cylinder.

    In a moment, she stepped out and drew her arm back. With one swing and a flick of her wrist, the tight rope coiled around his throat. With a fierce tug, it tightened to restrict his breathing. Despite his fighting, the whip didn't give way. Talia was upon him in seconds, holding him firmly with the whip as she tugged a dagger from it's spot nestled against her belt. With a fierce strength, she slammed the blade through his flesh, right up into his jaw through the soft skin beneath. Blood poured out, a hint of the male gargling on his own blood emerged, but swiftly enough, the female tore the blade back, opening the length of his skin from his jaw to his ear. The blood poured over her, her hands, her suit. It only took a minute for him to bleed out. Once he was dead, she slipped her blade back and retrieved her whip and dragged him off to be hidden behind the cylinders.

    By the time she had hidden him, she noticed an array of heat moving their way. Her gaze immediately found Ben, a menacing smirk forming over her blood spattered face. It had felt like so long that she had waited to unleash her anger. With a slow crack of her neck, the female decided to put her new modifications to the test. She had selected agility and flexibility for one of her most favourite forms of combat. Close quarters.

    Talia reached for her dagger, the electrical hum coming to life as it connected with her hand. The whip was next, trailing at her feet as she rubbed the edge of the handle against her suit, activating the ripple of pulse, igniting the whip with it's own power. As the heat signatures began to divide, the female raced to the edge of the building. They most likely had noticed the men weren't walking by the open doors. Her mixed eyes darted into the warehouse; it was huge, dark, and it looked as if they were busy packaging something up inside. Industrial sized crates were near the entrance, along with their lids.

    Two men seemed to be on their way out when Talia finally slipped inside. Alarms began to ring out, but there was no care in her mind. Many began to filter into the dark space, it would've been a perfect setup for Ben. With moments, her whip lashed out to crackle and snap, man made lightening, to curl around a throat. With a tug, she caused one man to fall to his knees as her whip restricted his breath. The blonde ran at another who seemed to be aiming straight for her. It was no competition, the female tackled him to the ground with such ease, her finesse was incredible. The way her body shifted, the way she fell atop him like a feather. The blade in her hands slashed open his throat, causing blood to spray and pour. A kick to her chest was caught, her whip was neglected to catch the offending foot. In a swift movement, she turned her hands and twisted his foot until she heard a crack. The strength modification was... working incredibly well. More than she'd have thought. As he cried in pain, Talia lunged forward from the corpse she sat upon to throw that male up against one of the packing crates. Her blade was swift, the way he tried to block her was clumsy and far slower. Before he even noticed, she'd slashed open a hole along his abdomen, causing him to act as he felt the pressure of his entrails trying to escape.

    It was easy to get overwhelmed as her rage caused her mind to focus on one by one, rip them apart, kill them all; she didn't see a tactical process. It was emotional. Even as she took rounds to her chest, which seemed to bounce right off her suit, there was no care in her mind. Only anger, and agony. Tears threatened to pierce through her hardened veil as she grabbed the gun in his grasp, almost breaking his fingers in the process as she turned his grip around, and forcing him to shoot himself in the face. Various brain matter and blood sprayed over the wall beside her and the floor, but nothing seemed to reach her. It was never enough. It never would be enough.


     
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    Hers was a dance of death. And it was marvelous. No matter how composed his frame was, he had to admit the allure of her supremacy. The weak willed man was prey ready for the slaughter. Her presence exuded rage and agony through the brutal bloodlust. Only he could tame such an animal. Talia was his weapon, his bride, his soul. They briefly touched base when she dragged the corpse behind the cylinders. The ferocious smirk on her lips hinted at what was to come. While he quickly searched their pockets for tracking devices or hints about the serial number, his wife was long gone. Benjamin only caught a glimpse of her rage vanishing around the corner of the structure, engaging in full warfare with additional guards. What he had feared came to be.

    The alarms had been triggered. Benjamin frantically searched for Talia through his smart vision. Her silhouette of green hues was magnified and showed its signature inside the structure. He moved out of cover with determined steps. Stopping by the edge of the wall of the structure, Benjamin gathered enough force to spring himself upwards and onto the oval shaped roof. The inhumane jump into the air left him slightly dizzy, but it mellowed out just as fast. He approached a number of panels that his smart vision indicated as a weak spot in the structural integrity of the building. Closing the fist of his mechanical arm, he punched through the material of the panels. The smart vision instantly tagged all the hostile soldiers below that surrounded his wife. Even if they were frantically firing upon her, she just kept going with her killing spree.

    Benjamin slipped through the crack of the panels. As he fell, unfolded the shield attached to his arm and put it underneath his feet. An unfortunate soul broke the fall of the terminator. The man was utterly dismantled in a spectacular sprout and shower of blood in all directions underneath the weight of the shield landing with a penetrating bang. Benjamin stepped off of the shield and lifted it to his side, drawing his power sword and engaging the electrical coating. The propulsion system in his prosthetic leg pushed him forward in a rapid dash, which slammed him into yet another guard with his shield. The man flew several meters across the floor into a concrete block, breaking his neck. One unsuspecting victim who was firing upon Talia shifted his attention to Benjamin instead, starting to unload his clip into the shield that approached with rapid, determined steps. The bullets rained until the edge of the electrified sword emerged from behind the steel wall, penetrating the guard’s abdomen. Benjamin split the man open in half with a forceful upwards jerk of the blade.

    All the guards were dead. Benjamin had taken care of the stray ones that were firing upon his wife from a distance. However, he was not happy about how the scenario had played out. He retracted the shield into its mounted device on his arm and sheathed the blade into his belt. Upon coming within her sphere of being, Benjamin firmly grabbed her wrist with his mechanical hand, pulling her close with a tugging motion. “I go in first,” he growled rather loudly. “There’s a reason why I have all this shit in my body. That reason is so that you don’t have to take all the punishment. What happens if you die, huh?!” He shouted. “What am I supposed to do then? What?!” He finally let her go with dismissing gesture. The man turned around and let his body cool him off with a few steps and breaths. “God damn it, Lia. I know what this is and what it means. I feel everything that you are feeling right now, for fuck sake.” He said and faced the blonde again. “And I want to kill them all just as much as you do, but what good will it do us if we’re reckless? Think about Shaun. We only have one shot at this, and we can’t fuck it up.”

    A different kind of rage was building. It was one molded with despair and doubt. The feeling was not at all welcomed, but quite necessary. Even if they were Rage incarnate, it had to be calculated rage, not emotional. However, he could not stay mad at her. Benjamin wanted to submit to the bloodlust just as much, but his rational side fought it with every means available. Sooner or later, the rage would most likely win and consume him as well, but it was too early yet. He approached his wife again and sought her hand, although with a gentle and passionate touch. “I need you to patch me up when I go down. That’s the plan. The only plan, really.” It was rather unsettling to speak to the blood-spattered visage before him. However, underneath all of that vengeance and lust was a sweet, caring, wonderful woman that he loved deeply. “Come on, let’s find the records for the serial number,” he said and slipped his hand into hers.

    They did not have much time. The alarms were still going and the risk of reinforcements arriving drew closer. The couple made their way deeper into the facility, down endless aisle of highly stacked goods and shipments that had not been touched in years. In the middle of their jog, the alarms stopped to ring and the couple passed a number of crates that looked new. The guards had probably used them recently. Benjamin slowed their pace and stopped by one of the mysterious containers. As he peaked inside, there were rows of glowing cylinders inside that contained some manner of preservation fluid. It seemed rather suspect. “What is all this stuff?” He said.
     
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    Talia was in awe as her husband crashed down; she could already feel his anger, his frustration. Talia wasn't dumb, she knew exactly why he was angry, and who had caused it. Her bloodlust halted as she watched her husband finish off the lasting guards. When he put away his weapons she could feel him approaching, just as she had finished placing hers back where they remained until she needed them. The grip along her wrist caused a slight hiss from her lips. Yet, she still stumbled toward him and didn't fight his words, nor his actions. When he turned his back on her, she felt the sting of tears gracing her eyes. It was a familiar feeling, it was... awful. The pain of losing her son had dominated her. Consumed her. It was only when he turned back around that she tried to wipe away her tears. "I know we can't fuck it up." She uttered softly. Talia knew she couldn't fuck it up, they couldn't afford it. He was scared of losing her, but she was just as afraid to lose him. Did she want him to take the damage? Never.

    As he approached her, the female almost took a step back. The fear of what she was becoming was taking over. Yet, she managed to force it down. As he took her hand in his, the female glanced up toward him. "I know," She whispered softly, "But I don't want you to go down. You've always been better at this than me, I'm not built for the field, you are." She was supposed to be a healer, it was her passion and her talent. It was her duty. A soft sigh played on her lips before he began to guide her. Ben was always her anchor; he was her guide on the powerful and reckless seas. All it took was firm words, a guiding hand and a truthful admission. She knew it to be true, it wasn't what they'd planned for.

    The blonde moved as swiftly as she could, keeping up with her husband as they scurried deeper into the maze of metal. The sound of the alarm pouring through the once seemingly hollow building caused her heart rate to quicken. All she could do was grasp her husband's hand tighter, clinging to him. It was unlike her, but every once in a while she needed some support. Just to have him close to her was enough. The woman paused as she noticed them slowing, new crates were left open, seemingly prepared for shipping, or nearly enough. Talia waited as Ben checked inside the crate. "What?" The female brushed her form against his as she edged in front of him to see directly what he had seen. Stasis fluid. She'd know the look of it anywhere. "Stasis fluid," She murmured softly, already reaching in to flick the lid off of one, dipping her index finger into it. The numbing and cooling effect confirmed what she thought, a soft oath left her lips as she drew back, wiping the fluid off from the crate. It was almost like goo.

    "Why on earth would that be here?" The female paused slightly, her gaze switched to focus on the other crates. The blonde began to check each crate, gazing in to see the same fluid. "There's so much," Her face rippled with confusion. Without hesitation, she marched onward. There was a small room, locked away behind a staff door. With a shove, the door gave in and Talia made her way through. "In here," she called back to Ben before she eased down at a chair and began to access the system. Instead of checking for the code, the female glanced over to check on Ben for a moment before turning back to then check on the amount of stasis liquid. It took a few times, but she was able to run a programme to give her access to the files, it was just like the hospital. "Ben," she whispered softly, "There's several addresses they dispatch this shit to, mass amounts, there's five addresses here. Check the device code, see if they've delivered it to a listed address." The female swiftly printed a few pages, raising from the chair to grab the papers and begin checking the location. "If they're similar... it must be connected. This amount of fluid isn't normal, it is way more than for just one person." The female sighed softly, her mind boggled with the options. If Shaun was involved, at least he may have been safe.
     
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    The anger directed at his wife always stemmed from worry. Benjamin often had difficulties with expressing his love for her in words or expressions. He was a determined military man, after all, but not without a heart. However, the man would never hesitate to set his woman straight if she scurried out of line. Confrontations could be rough and even physical, but he would never outright hurt her—at least not in encounters outside of the bedroom. She had her place in their marriage, just as he had his. Any derivation of that balance had to be followed by consequence. Benjamin knew what kind of pure desire and ferocity that slumbered within them both. He had tried to contain it for years by keeping certain rules. Sometimes it got to be tiresome and he felt like giving up. Now, considering what they had done to themselves and were about to do to others, the man feared that those rules would break forever.

    He knew her all too well. They certainly did not need the Sensory Neural Link in order to know what the other felt. Just as he knew that she feared for him, and that is why she acted recklessly, Talia knew that her husband was angry with her for the same reason. How could he ever find another woman like her? She was one in a trillion, if not infinity—just one, exclusive print. People always said that nothing went according to plan in the military, but this was not the military and their plan was quite simple. “From now on you stay behind me and follow my directions,” he had said after she mentioned him being better at all of this than her. Benjamin wanted for them to be successful, which could only happen if they had some kind of basic strategy. He would let her loose the second the situation had been assessed properly. That was his plan.

    His palms became onto her hips as she moved in front of him to check the contents of the cylinders. Her rear nudged against him as she leaned forward to reach into the massive crate. A millisecond flash of their nights of the old, dark days consumed him. It was a memory he thought lost to him, a time before Shaun. Why did he think of those moments now? Luckily, they disappeared just as fast as they had returned. “You’d be under for a million years or more in all this,” Benjamin said as he followed his wife towards the administration rooms after she had called him.

    The man did as his wife suggested and cross-referenced the shipping logs with the serial number for the laser cutter used in Shaun’s abduction. After a brief moment of scanning the data with his retinal implants, Benjamin found a match. “No, see, the serial number for the laser cutter was already sent here. What we need is where it came from. Here’s the shipping ID… IKRT5-678-HJ. The laser cutter was included in that shipment along with some of the stasis fluid, which came to this warehouse, and it was dispatched from…,” he said and scanned the paper Talia was holding. “There… Richmont Limited, 647 Riverdrive Heights. That’s outside the city. The company lists it as its warehouse facility for production materials. Isn’t Riverdrive Heights private residences for wealthy people?” The man was just as baffled as his wife. They were only scratching the surface, but already deep into confusing waters.


    They were lingering too long. Benjamin kept a constant watchful eye around them. It felt as if the cavalry would blow up the entire building any second now. “Come on, we have to go. Grab whatever you can with you, we’ll figure this out back home,” he said as he was half way out the door into the main warehouse facility. Coming back out into the open space next to the main entrance, where they had slaughtered all the soldiers, the couple was suddenly ambushed by bright search lights firing up outside in the rain. The smart vision in his retinal implant instantly adjusted itself to balance the contrast. Benjamin did not halt his pace. He unfolded the mounted shield on his arm and drew his assault rifle. The firearm was steadied against the side of the shield as he kept his pace. Controlled bursts of bullets flew out of the barrel at various targets. The lights were the first things to be taken out by the man. Benjamin expected his wife to follow behind him until he said otherwise. Together, they would be able to soften up the reinforcements at range before engaging in close quarters. One by one, the poorly trained corporate security guards were taken down by hails of bullets of piercing and exploding sorts. When there were only a few left, Benjamin issued a command to his wife. “Okay, go. Take the flanks.” He unleashed the lioness on the poor souls at their sides as they came out into the rain again. He himself would distract a security guard on a mounted gun on top of a military vehicle. Whenever it would even think about firing upon Talia, he unleashed another burst of precise bullets at it, so that it would continue to fire on his shield instead. “There you go. Rip them apart,” Benjamin mumbled after glancing at his wife and her graceful Dance of Death.
     
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  19. Iniquity

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    Talia stared in shock and confusion as her husband was able to get the code, and track down the address. "It's one of the grouping of houses with extreme income, yes. It's.... why would they even involve their address with this? It's a red flag, and so easily found. Either they don't care, or they don't have to care because someone is protecting them." The female paused, a glimmer of fear behind her eyes. It brought more questions than it did answers, who the fuck was behind this? The rage at her confusion only seemed to grow. With the sheer amount of fluid, it could be said that there was more than enough to distribute, it wasn't for a single use. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she scratched up the paper, folding it and stuffing it down into her suit in the only place she had some room. Swiftly, she took a copy of the screen with her phone before slipping that back into a protective case on her belt.

    As Ben moved, Talia moved. She scurried swiftly, catching up to him and remaining behind him as he ordered her to. The blonde didn't like feeling as if she was something to be protected, but she remained in line. The beast inside her was slamming herself against the cage inside Talia. Roaring, hissing, relentless physical power ebbed from her. Even as the bullets began to fly, Talia and her beast didn't fault or hinder. It seemed her husband was the same; he was fearless, her perfect match. The moment she heard his words of approval, her eyes began to glisten with excitement. Since she couldn't get around his front without putting herself around the shield, the female leaned up to press her lips against the back of his neck. It was a warm, soft touch. A thank you, of sorts.

    There was no delay in her movements, the female dashed out toward the stragglers on the left hand side. Her hands drifted to grab the blade from her waistband, ignoring the rest of her kit. There was a certain closeness she desired, and her dagger was the perfect way to go. The blade ignited with blue, searing light as her slender frame darted toward the few left open. Talia noticed how her husband kept their attention, and it was truly wonderful. He was doing it so she could have her fun, Talia knew he could kill them far easier and quicker than she could; she was supposed to be a nurse, not an agent of death itself. A mother wronged in a way she had been... that love and desire turned into something venomous and deadly.

    The glimpse of blonde and shimmering metal of her suit breezed past them. In an instant she tackled one of the men on the very outside, he looked afraid and she could see his vitals rising. It was perfect. With an increased heart rate, he'd pump out his blood far quicker. The female landed atop him, forcing him into the ground. Talia gripped a hand that came out toward her before she slammed her blade repeatedly into the soft, exposed flesh of his throat. There was no relenting, the blade plunged in and out of his flesh, blood spraying in every direction like a macabre sprinkler. Before Talia could even stop to register what she was doing, she was sprinting from man to man, hurling one into another to prevent an overwhelming amount of enemies. A heeled boot crushed down on one windpipe, puncturing it before she was swept into another heated fight.

    Eventually, the blonde stood before a pile of corpses, dotted around her feet as blood stained her armor and skin; even traces of blood coated some of her hair. Since she'd done as he asked, the female strode back toward him with quick, deliberate steps. Once behind his shield and protection, her hands snaked around his hips, transferring the fresh blood of her kills onto him. "The vehicle?" Her words purred softly against the back of his neck as she leaned up to observe over his shoulder. Thankfully, unlike last time, she kept herself in line and was able to control herself from doing something he hadn't asked her to, despite her need for more.
     
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    The rattling of the mounted gun ended. It had been emptied by the now panicking last man standing. Benjamin retracted his power shield into its guard upon realizing their victory. He lingered a palm on his wife’s chest as an indication to wait. The heavy, rumbling steps of the man of steel and wire slowly approached the torn up vehicle littered with bullet holes. The soldier inside frantically tried to manage his clumsiness and escape what he assumed to be an end to his life. Benjamin ripped one of the doors of the vehicles from its hinges and threw it away. He grabbed the poor man attempting to flee by the ankle and pulled him out onto the cold, wet pavement below. The mechanical arm of her terminator sought the fragile throat of the meek security guard, who had basked in a false sense of superiority just moments ago, and lifted him onto his feet before Talia.

    “We were once like you,” Benjamin’s booming voice began. “We went to work. We paid our taxes. We lived a life unknown to most.” He slowly circled around the last man standing and approached his wife. “We married. We had a child. And we did not bother anyone,” Benjamin said and turned around to face the man he was addressing. “But then something happened. We did not provoke it. We did not ask for it. We did not break any laws that could give us such a punishment.” He rounded the petite blonde and reached his arms around her, holding her tightly to his presence. “Now, here we are. We are tired. We are deformed. And we have sacrificed everything that we own,” he said. The poor security guard was clearly distressed, hyper ventilating, and nearly audibly whimpering. Benjamin let go of his wife and approached the frail man, taking hold of his jaw with the mechanical hand. “And then you come along. You. You who are supposed to be one of us, just an ordinary citizen doing his job. Yet, you contribute to our suffering. You are part of them,” he said. Benjamin’s voice grew ever so menacing and agitated.

    With a powerful swing of his cybernetic leg, Benjamin shattered the kneecap of the security guard, who screamed in anguish as he fell to the ground. “Shut up,” her terminator said. He slipped one of his daggers out of his harness attached to the belt. A small, plastic container came out of one of the ammo pouches of his vest, as well. Benjamin smeared the contents of the plastic container onto the blade of the dagger. “Do you know what this is?” He asked the man in agony and crouched by his side. “It has a long and boring technical name, but you may know it better as Strychnine. If you don’t, I’ll tell you what it is.” The security guard’s eyes widened when he heard the name. He most likely knew exactly what it was. “Strychnine is a type of neurotoxin. It will attack the nerves of your spine, cause your body to contort and spasm as your muscles contracted against your will. A few seconds later, you will start to cough your guts out and scratch off your skin until you are dead.” Benjamin stood up again and put the plastic container neatly back into one of the ammo pouches of his vest. Returning to Talia, he delicately handed her the dagger by its grip so as to avoid contact with the poison on the blade. “This is the way of nature. We eat or we get eaten. We adhere to hierarchy or we get punished. We serve our masters or we get cast out,” Benjamin spoke while keeping steady eye contact with his wife. No longer did he only speak to the man in pain.

    The beast inside made itself known. He did not expect it to reveal itself this early. Not even the strongest of wills could resist such a lingering ferocity within. It had not been created by the trauma, only nudged during its slumber. He was well used to cruelty. No amount of it would provoke him, but the acts of others under his command would. His wife knew beyond all doubt what to do. Not only would she prove her undying loyalty and determination to her husband, but she would also fully uncage herself. This was the only obstacle left. After the sacrifice, they had everything they wanted from this wretched place.
     
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