Richard's eyes lit up. "Elma? What a beautiful name..." He smiled dreamily.

"Oh dear god..." Lamia put the drink down and shook Richard, smacking him around. "Dear god snap out of it. Focus you dumb-smittened fool. He asked a question. Oh forget it." He pushed Richard out of the way and let him daydream away from them. "I apologize again for my... brother. We met her over there." He pointed out the doorway, "but that was about 3 hours ago. She's probably back at the Dominate stronghold but she's a little hush-hush, you won't be able to ask for her that's for sure. She didn't exactly just disappear you see..." Lamia rubbed the back of his neck. "Let's talk about this elsewhere." He grabbed the slurpee with one hand and Richard's arm with another and walked out the door, making his way to the park.

Just out there? Why haven't I seen her...has she been avoiding me?

Hans kept the inner turmoil to himself calming down and letting go of his sword.

"I don't know about what this Dominate thing is and I don't really care. But if they've got my sister, then I'll make them give her back. Can you take me to this stronghold?"

Having finish paying for her variety of snacks, Kelsey tugged on Hans shoulder and whispered.

"I know its your sister, but are you sure about this?"

"It's family Kels." he responded curtly, without even looking at her.

"Fine then, I'll go too."

"Kels, you don-"

"I'm your girlfriend, who else is gonna take care of you!"

"I could." Lamia perked up. "I wouldn't let anything happen to an innocent boy like Hans here." Lamia giggled and this time it was Richard's turn to sigh with derision, having snapped out of his own fantasies.

"We don't know where Dominate is either. We're searching though. Had plans to go to the Capitol building to see if we could find any clues." Richard shrugged. "We can't take either of you along with. Would tell you more, but like Lamia said, not the place." They walked out and Richard scanned around. "We need somewhere more private, oh Grant." He waved at his smoking friend. "Hey Grant want a donut?"

Grant leisurely stood up from his leaning stance before making his way towards the squad of people.

"Hey Richard. Almost killed some of those Dominate bastards back there. Who's your friends?" He asked, eyeing Hans up and down.

"Hans Adema..." answered Hans his hands in his pocket.

"I'm Kelsey McKinley, that's a really cool biker helmet," she chimed in.

"Hey," he said glancing back at Richard, "You got a phone? If you guys find those 'Dominate Bastards', I want to be one of the first guys to know alright?"

"Phone?" Richard pat his pockets and pulled out a simple iphone with a pink phonecase. He turned it on and there was a picture of One Direction which he slid past to click the phone app. He went to "Contacts" and clicked on "Your Information". "Alright my number is 224-324-7658. Glad to have met you Hans Adema and Kelsey McKinley. We'll talk soon I'm sure." Richard waved and opened his box of powdered donuts. He offered some to Lamia, Hans, and Kelsey before walking over to Grant.

Lamia smiled, "Hope to see you soon Hans." He popped the donut into his mouth and went to Richard.

"Thanks bitch." Grant nodded towards Kelsey. "Protects my noggin real good."

"Got a place to stay? I ain't slept for a bit." he said, turning away with Richard.

"Hey wha-"

Hans patted Kelsey on the shoulder and shook his head.

"We'll be seeing you, Thanks for the Donuts, Kels needs to watch her figure though..." he joked, purposely diverting her attention from Grant.

"It all goes to my thighs anyway!" she yelled angrily. Hans smirked and turned to run, waving good bye at the strange trio.

"Get back here, Hans!" yelled Kelsey chasing after him.

"Well Grant let's get back to Eve's apartment so you can sleep." Richard snatched his drink back from Lamia. He popped another donut into his mouth and led the way. Lamia took a donut and chowed down.

"So Richards. I've confirmed my theory. The Completes are weak and cowardly. Already I managed to stomp on that cyborg sniper's ass. Next up is psychic sword bitch and fatass. Figure we can find them tomorrow."

Richard hummed in thought. "Maybe not the... psychic sword bitch... I mean... perhaps you could leave some for the rest of us?" He finished slightly weakly. He diverted the subject. "Dominate in general seems weak and cowardly. Me, Lamia, and Rook cleared out 40 men. Really sad how easy it was, but I got guns, so I'm happy." Richard shrugged. "But focus on the tomorrow part and let's get to the apartment and sleep. Oh mind your step." Richard slurped on the drink as he walked into the complex. Wonder who the fatass is though... Richard wondered.

Dante followed as Eve's expression turned from embarassed to very aggressive towards him. He maintained his smirk, although the previously innocent girl was a lot more intimidating now. He could almost feel the daggers she was throwing him.

"You thought I was dead, didn't you?" he asked, a small giggle escaping his mouth. With slow, calculated movements Dante managed to get back on his feet. The headache was by now in full action: his head was pounding in pain. He looked around for the pack of cigarettes, spotting it on the ground. With a smooth crouch he picked it up and pop back up. In merely a second Dante ripped the pack open, got a cigarette in his mouth and lit it up. Dante judged that in order to not lose an ally, he had to spit it out.

"That is, technically, what happened. I never told you why I am one of the Failed, have I?" he asked. The smirk on his face was by now gone, replaced by a very serious and concentrated expression. It had to be concentrated, given how hard was it for Dante to perform such action. He, although, continued:
"Long story short, my brain is a cybernetic supercomputer prototype, modified to replace an organic brain although maintaining one's persona. But during testing, this computer brain supposedly fried, killing me. The kiss from earlier can testify that I am very much alive, but every now and then the brain shuts down. I pass out and wake up with a headache that makes me want to blow my brains out."

While finishing that sentence Dante made his way to the shopping bags, taking the rifle off his shoulder and placing it next to the counter. He clumsily ruffled through the items inside until he found a bottle of Jack Daniels. He put the cigarette in his mouth and opened the bottle, struggling to maintain his balance. After taking the cigarette out of his mouth he glanced over at Eve, raising the bottle up.

"Cheers, beautiful." he proceeded to take a big swig, followed by his patented 'aaaah' and the headshake.
"Now if you say you were saving my life, that implies that I wasn't breathing nor my heart was beating. That is new information...Anyways sorry for scaring you, love. Thank you for saving my life." he finished with a slightly sarcastic smile on his face.

The fake Alex stopped pacing, a blank look on it's face as it held out both hands palms upward to show it had no weapons.

"Please wait, I just want to talk." The words appeared clearly above the fake's head, "Just hear me out."

The false Alex stood in place, waiting patiently for the duos answer.

Black liquid was now seeping over most of the real Alex's face, "it's" body beginning to spasm uncontrollably. Several rivulets of dark blood began to burst out of edges of the mask. Losing "it's" own consciousness, "it" barely managed to put up another image of an empty alleyway around "itself" as the blood formed a small black pool in front of "it's" body. The suit had almost taken complete control. For the first time in "it's" life, Alex felt genuine fear as "it" lost the last portions of "it's" sight into utter darkness.

About time...

For a brief moment the fake Alex froze completely, then resumed acting as normal.

"Then it seems that we have quite a similar problem..." Evelyn said, tapping the place, where her heart would be, twice with her finger. Her frown disappeared, and her usual smile crept on her face.

"Really hope this kiss was worth..."dying for" She chuckled as she was getting up, and smiled even wider, catching her balance for a second. "But anyway, Im glad that you're okay...You should really warn people about things like this though."

"Yea...like you ever warned anyone about yours..." She quickly scolded herself in her head.

Her attention suddenly shifted from Dante, to pack of cigarettes on the counter. "This is the same brand that Force...I mean, Grant... is smoking, right?" She asked slowly, and her face took more focused expression, like she was thinking about something really important. Before Dante was able to answer, she reached for the small box, and took one of the cigarettes out, flipping it in her fingers, studying it, and looking at it from every side possible, paying most attention to the philter.

"Listen...I'll need one of those...okay?" She asked with sudden seriousness in her voice.

Dante managed to throw out a smile before frowning because of the pain that the headache was giving him. He tried to listen to what Eve had to say, but he failed to do so. When she reached out to his pack of cigarettes he raised his eyebrows: last time she didn't want to smoke. What made her change her mind?

"Sure thing, love. You need a light?" He said with a slight smile, pulling out his lighter from his pocket.