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Part Four

Kyle's eyes widened and she froze, not knowing which direction the voice had come from, "Who are..."

Kyle was interrupted as the voice spoke again, still not seeming to come from any discernable direction, "Do not ask questions, do what I say or your grandfather dies."

Normally Kyle would have been more defiant to just anyone telling her what to do, and would have asked for proof of the threat, but she didn't think it worth her grandfather's life to test the power of the voice, and she had also noticed the absence of a previous noise, the sound of the conversation from the first floor deck, so she simply nodded and waited.

"Good," Said the voice, "Now, I want you to jump off of the balcony, don't worry about falling, you'll be just fine." Kyle walked over to the edge and looked down, it was a good thirty feet from here to the ground, a fall Kyle didn't feel like taking, until she was suddenly prodded by the sound of the voice which felt like it was echoing in her head, "DO IT NOW, JUMP!"

Acting more on impulse and fear than conscious thought, Kyle jumped over the banister, bracing for the impact when she would hit the ground. It was a few seconds before Kyle realized that she had not impacted heavily on the ground, but that she had gently touched down onto the ground, "That wasn't so hard was it? Now, walk north along the shore of the lake..."

"Kyle, what the hell are you doing down there?" Kyle heard what sounded like Rodney from above her interrupt the voice, "How the hell did you get down there so fast?"

Kyle looked up at Rodney, her eyes wide with fear and confusion, "I don't know, I was outside and heard...," Kyle trailed off as she saw a dark figure framed by the moon standing on the roof right behind Rodney. Every fiber of her being told her to point out the thing on the building, but for some reason she felt too afraid to move.

Rodney raised his eyebrow at Kyle, "What's wrong, what did you hear?" Getting no response, he turned around to see what Kyle was looking at, but the top of the roof was blocked from his angle and he was still clueless as to what Kyle was looking at, "Umm, Kyle, you're freaking me out here, what the hell are you looking at?"

Kyle suddenly heard the voice laughing in her head, and saw the figure lift as arm, "So this is the competition then? I guess here is as good a place as any."

"No!" Kyle yelled out, "Leave him alone, I'll do what you want!"

Rodney stared as Kyle, dumbfounded, "Kyle, who are you talking to?"

"Well, that's good news, would you kindly mind coming with me then?" The voice continued, the figure on the roof lowering its arm.

"Sure, whatever, just leave everyone in the house alone!" Kyle yelled at her roof.

The figure suddenly disappeared, then Kyle felt a sudden rush of air and before her stood a rather strange looking man clothed in a white form fitting suit that looked like a costume from a futuristic space travel movie, a number six emblazoned on the left side of the man's chest. Kyle couldn't make out the exact feature of the man's face due to the darkness, but she could tell that his hair was a short, as though it had been buzzed recently. The man looked Kyle directly in the eyes, reaching up with his hand and running it down the side of her face, "Yes I think you'll do quite nicely, you seem to have it, but you haven't been affected by it so far."

Kyle knocked the man's hand away, "What the hell are you going on about, you ass hole? Just tell me what the fuck you want me to do so you can leave!"

The man laughed, grabbing Kyle's wrist, "I'll need you to come with me Kyle, otherwise I'm going to kill your friend up there."

"What the fuck did he just say?" Rodney yelled down from the balcony, finally reacting from Kyle's previous apparent insanity and the sudden appearance of such a strangely dressed figure, "I am so going to bust the shit out that guy when I get down there, just don't let him take you Kyle!" He finished running back into the house and disappearing.

The man smiled, at Kyle, "Looks like I get to kill him anyway," he said turning back toward the house, and letting go of Kyle's wrist.

It was then that both Kyle and the man noticed Wroulf Marron pointing a shotgun at the now surprised looking man's head as he glared angrily at him, "You'll kindly want to be stepping away from my granddaughter now so she doesn't have to watch me scatter your head all over my lawn."

******

The electronic lock of the armory beeped, the red light turning green and the door popping open as Noir input the last digit of the unlock sequence. Smiling, the black haired man beast turned back to the sulking Moira, who was still rubbing the base of her back, "And goodness flowed in from all directions," Noir said, pushing the door open completely to reveal what at first looked like just a few racks of shining rifles. Then he stepped inside, and then the full grasp of the armory could be taken into consideration. For at least twenty yards in each direction Noir could see rack after rack of shining, state of the art weaponry, rifles, pistols, sub machine guns, heavy machine guns, shout guns, even a row of what appeared to be rocket launcher, "Now this is an arsenal I wish I could take with me back into civilian life, but alas, I can only take what I can carry on my person. But oh how hard would it be to bring me in now if I could bring the whole thing?"

Moira's jaw dropped when she gazed upon the rows of weaponry, "I thought this place was a research facility. Why would guards at a place like this need this kind of stuff?"

Noir smiled at Moira, shaking his head as he pulled a large pistol off of its rack, "This isn't for the guards, this is for the inmates. I can't remember if I told you, but one of the primary areas of research with Knight Strain is, of course, military application. So we're battle tested, given military training, then the ones who have been subjected and are loyal are used by the military in missions that require a more or less subtle approach."

"More or less subtle?" Moira asked, running her hand over a racked shot gun.

Noir smiled at Moira again, "Some missions require great amounts of stealth, some knights are particular good at those missions," Noir rolled his eyes, making a disgusted face as if remembering someone, "Others, such as myself, are sent in when the basis of the mission is to simply destroy all hostile elements, or if hostage casualties are no issue," Noir smiled, again seeming to be rememebring something, but this time seeming to enjoy the memory, "The point of course being that someone such as myself can last indefinitely in a fire fight of overwhelming proportions, even until the enemy simply runs out of ammunition, while I would be useless as a sniper or an assassin, when other knights are just as easy to kill as humans, but can use their gifts to remain undetected, shoot from inhumanly long ranges, or even actually dodge bullets," Noir glared upward again, mouthing the word ass hole under his breath before returning to perusing the weaponry.

Moira nodded, pausing then turning to Noir, "So who's got you so riled up?" she asked, smirking at Noir's obvious dislike of the mention of other knights.

"Oh look, tac suits, now I"ll have something to wear other than this prison uniform!" Noir said, running over toward a closest and throwing it open, obviously ignoring Moira.

"Answer my question you ass, who's the guy that has you all hot and bothered?" Moira insisted.

Noir continued ignoring Moira, "You know, I think I'll just change right here," he said, dropping his pants and tearing off his shirt right in front of Moira to reveal his completely naked form.

' Moira turned away, running behind a gun rack and giggling, "You are so immature for someone who claims the title of a scary serial killer." Moira taunted from behind her the shelf.

Noir glared at the rack Moira was hiding behind, pulling up the pants to the armor then sighing, "Can we just not talk about this, it's not as though you even know who the man is, or will ever even meet him. All you need to know is that he's an egotistical zealot who believes skill and talent are greater than anything in the world. And yes, he does just so happen to have the sensory awareness, reflexes, and dexterity to dodge bullets."

"Sounds like real ass," Moira said form behind the rack, "So are you dressed yet?" she asked.

Noir smiled, "Yes, I have pants on now my very shy and modest girl."

"I don't know whether or not I should believe you," Moira turned to look around the shelf to see that Noir did in fact have pants on, but that he still didn't have on a shirt. She didn't really mind though, without his shirt on Moira could see that Noir's bulk was for good reason, she couldn't see any excess body fat on him, his arms were toned to where she could see every muscle and even his eight pack through the short black fur that covered his entire body, "Well, looks like you are kind of honest," She said, steeping out from behind the shelf and walking over to Noir, "So, could you help me find one of those that fits me?" She asked, peering into the closet at the rows of tactical armor.

"Sure, I guess," Noir said, stepping into the closet and running his hands over the hanging rail, "Let's see, you look to be about a size eight, and about a C, so I think this one should fit you," Noir said, picking a woman's suit off of the wall and handing it toward Moira.

Moira raised an eyebrow at Noir, "And how would you judge that I'm about a size eight with a C cup?" She asked, grabbing the suit.

"I used to work at a clothing store before I started my work, I had to learn how to read a woman's sizes just by looking at her. It actually helped me with my art work, that and it's really easy to know what size out fits I needed to buy for the girls who I had to get special costume..."

"Don't even finish that sentence you creep," Moira said, pushing Noir out of the closet and closing the door, "And no peeking, I hate peeping Toms."

******

Raoul Tireur stood in front of the broken glass, looking into the cell that had held the Lab's most dangerous subject, a three foot thick plate of glass that had been broken through like an antique China plate, all because the subject had somehow gotten its hands on some material that was harder than the glass, "You know, just standing there looking at it won't help you figure out what happened," Said a small black haired woman in a white lab coat who was standing behind Tireur, her skinny arms crossed over her chest, "We know that he just received a weapon, simple as that, he's been in there for five years."

Tireur shook his head, "I don't agree Dr. Brovich, despite what Dr. Lint was lead us to believe, the subject could have broken out at any time it wished, and I have no reason to believe that it chose this time for convenience. It planned this escape, and it planned that escape to be now, I want to know why."

Brovich sighed, "You are so paranoid Tireur, the reasons behind Jack's escape aren't relevant, all you need is to track him down and bring him back, alive. Dr. Lint has given you authorization to take four others with you; I recommend Tank, the Twins, and Blood Hound, their abilities are best suited for this sort of work, plus the Twins need real world contact with an experienced Knight before they can be trusted with missions on their own, consider this part of their training."

Tireur laughed, "You want me to track down, and capture alive the most dangerous subject the lab has ever produced with the aid of two deranged teenagers, a hulking behemoth with no idea of stealth, and a combat useless Knight? And Noir tried to tell me you had no sense of humor once," then he sighed, "I guess the saddest part about this is that those are the best four for the job. Okay, I'll take the rookies out and try to keep them from getting killed, but I make no promises about keeping your science project alive, I know it's scheming something, and I won't hesitate to kill it if it won't come peacefully."

"I knew you would see it my way," Brovich said, smiling.

******

The man locked eyes with Marron, glaring at him angrily as he stood with the shot gun barrel just inches from his head, "Did you hear me ass hole, step away from my granddaughter," Marron said, motioning the shot gun slightly to the side. The man smiled back at Marron, stepping in the direction Marron had motioned and holding his hands up above his head.

"You're an honorable man, aren't you?" he said, as Kyle shullfed behind her grandfather, keeping her eyes warily on the strange man, shifting his gaze from Marron's eyes, the man looked directly at Kyle, smiling as he continued, "I have no intention to harm you Kyle, I just need you for a few hours, then you'll be safe from the coming events."

"The only coming event in your future is a short headache followed by sudden release if you keep talking to her like that you fuck, now I'm going to give you till the count of ten to start running before I fill you with lead. Got it?" Marron said, keeping his aim leveled straight at the man.

"I had hoped I could be a bit less confrontational about this, but it can be avoided," The man responded, suddenly seeming to disappear as a strong gust of wind blew back Kyle's hair, and caused deafening roar in her ears. Kyle looked around, knowing there was no way any creature could move that fast, turning in time to see the man rushing toward her and her grandfather.

"Granddad, behind you," Kyle yelled, ducking down as Marron wheeled about, leveling his shotgun at the charging man and squeezing off a round. Kyle watched in dumbfounded amazement as the man stopped just before the shot was fired and rolled to the side, dodging out of the line of shot and continuing forward. However Marron was quick to respond, quickly cocking the shot gun and rapidly firing four shots, following the path the ducking and weaving man took.

Despite Marron's best attempts, the man always seemed to stay a step ahead, chaning direction just before the shot was fired and avoiding the deadly blast from the shot gun, until he was face to face with Marron, this time knocking the shot gun to the side as Marron fired. The old man let go of the shot gun, using the momentum from the strike to spin completely around and aim a punch at the man's head, only to be stopped by a side block from the man, "Face it, that shot gun was your only chance of hurting me old man, now let me take Kyle with me and everything will be..." The man ducked down, rolling backwards as Rodney came flying through the air, his attempt at tackling the stranger turning into a blundering assault on Marron as his target expertly dodged him, Rodney knocking the old man to the ground as he impacted with his chest, "What is this, night of the living idiots? You people are either incredibly brave, or just plain naïve. Don't you get it, you can't beat me, I dodged your fucking gun shots you idiot, now just let me take the girl and you won't die a horrific death."

Rodney jumped up from the ground, turning around and glaring at the stranger, Kyle could tell he thought he looked rather cool doing it, but she thought he looked like a complete idiot, "Not on your life, ass hole, if Kyle doesn't want to go with you, then she doesn't have to, and if you try to make her, then I'm going to stop you."

The stranger chuckled lightly, "Looks like you really want to die then, kid," he said, suddenly dashing forward and grabbing Rodney by the back of his hair, forcing him to arch his back with his knee and holding his left arm up, fingers extended and pointing down at Rodney's chest. Then suddenly he stopped, standing completely still with a frightened looking Rodney staring up at him, wide eyed. Kyle. Still on the ground, stood back up and approached him, noting that he was perfectly in all places but his eyes, which were rolling around frantically.

"Umm, what's going on?" Rodney asked, reaching behind his head and prying his hair out of the man's iron grip, and rolling off of the man's knee to the ground, "Why'd he suddenly stop?"

Kyle shook her head, "I have no idea, but this is quite possibly the strangest thing I've ever seen," she said, holding her finger in front of the man's gaze, noting that he didn't focus in on her finger but continued to look around frantically, "Whatever happened, I think it just saved your life, looks like he was about to impale your heart with his hand."

Rodney scoffed, "Fat chance, nobody's that strong, you only see those kinds of things in video games."

Kyle shrugged, walking over to her grandfather and kneeling down beside him, holding her hand over his mouth and sighing in relief, "Tough old bastard," She said, then looked up at Rodney, "You know, if he wasn't so resilient you might have killed him with that dumbass stunt you pulled."

"He was about to hit him, "Rodney said, pointing at the now frozen man, "How was I supposed to know the guy would dodge, I didn't make a sound, I kid you not, couldn't even hear myself."

Kyle sighed, "For a guy who wants to keep fucking me you do a really bad job of attempting to stay on my good side. You aren't supposed to make excuses, you're supposed to- Oh shit, he's moving again!" Kyle yelled, jumping behind Rodney as the strange man unfroze, his eyes now wide open and completely black, "What are you waiting for?" Kyle whispered, pushing Rodney toward him, "Do something."

The man's head snapped toward Rodney, the man growling at him before turning toward the lake and taking off in a straight line for the water. The two teenagers watched in stunned silence as the man hit the water, not even slowing as he ran into the gentle water, cutting a wake as a he swam across the calm water, disappearing from sight in seconds.

"Okay, now I think that has officially become the strangest thing that has ever happened in front of, near, of involving me," Rodney commented, turning his head toward Kyle, who nodded in agreement.

(End Part Four)