—The Invasion Of Purgatory—
-Season 2, Episode 7-
Within-
????, 1946-
The plane roars across the sky, blowing over the amber waves of grain as it passes. Abigail sits behind the controls with Kane next to her, terrified. “Listen, I know this is a Nazi jet, but please try not to kill us!” He exclaims as Abigail spins the plane in the air. She laughs as she performs tricks. “Relax! Only you’ll die!” She shouts as she sends the plane into a nosedive. “Holy fuck you’re an asshole!” Kane shouts. Abigail laughs, and suddenly the world goes black.
“Kane? KANE!?” Abigail screams out into the darkness. No response. She slowly stands up, looking around the wreckage of the plane. He’s nowhere to be seen. She sighs. “Good, at least he got up. That’s a good start.” She says to herself. She walks through the darkness, silently listening for any signs of life. “Hello?” A voice asks, and Abigail quickly turns to face it. A young boy stares up at her, his blue eyes meeting her brown eyes. “Hey, what’re you doing here?” Abigail asks, cautiously approaching the child. He looks around, his eyes filling with tears. “L-Looking for my mommy and daddy… have you seen them?” He asks. Abigail shakes her head. “I haven’t, but I can help you look if you want.” She says. The boy nods, reaching up his hand for her to hold. “Okay, you can help me.” He says. Abigail grabs his hand with her left arm, and she notices that it’s made of flesh once again. She looks down at it, staring at her palm. “Miss? Are you okay?” The boy asks. Abigail nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” She says, grabbing his hand. The two walk alone, the darkness surrounding them. After a while, the boy perks up. “Mommy!” He shouts, letting go of Abigail’s hand. He rushes towards nothing, falling to his knees as he grabs at an unseen figure. Abigail approaches, looking down at the boy. “Is she there?” She asks. The boy nods, his eyes full of tears. “Mommy! Look, this nice lady helped me find you! Come on, Mommy! Wake up!” He says, gently shaking the figure. Abigail kneels next to the boy, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, if she’s not waking up, she’s probably just really tired. We should let her sleep, she probably needs it.” She says. The boy jumps up. “That’s a good idea! Say, you’re smart!” He says, grabbing her hand and dragging her through the darkness again. Abigail sighs as she walks alongside the child, her heart sinking as she realizes what he saw. After another short while, the boy stops. “Daddy?” He asks. Abigail looks up, this time spotting the man the child spotted. “Daddy! Mommy is asleep! You should kiss her to wake her up! Like Snow White!” The boy says, running over to the man. He just stares down at something, and the boy stops dead in his tracks when he spots it too. Abigail slowly approaches, and she sees it too. A woman with blonde hair, her eyes gouged out, and her throat slit. Blood is pooled around her, and her wrists bruised by a rope. “Mommy?” The boy asks, his voice cracking. The man sighs, his breath uneasy. “If you didn’t say that… FUCK! Why did you have to say that!?” He screams, kicking the woman’s body. The boy falls back in fear. “Daddy? What happened to Mommy?” He asks. The man looks down at the child, his fists clenched together in anger. “You. Ever since she had you, she’s been different. You took her from me! GIVE HER BACK TO ME!” He shouts, slamming his fist into the boy’s face. The child falls to the ground, his cries drowning out the man’s shouting and blood pouring from his nose. Abigail roars in anger, lunging between the man and his son, shielding him from the blows. “Get the fuck out of the way, you roadside skank.” He says. Abigail jumps up. “No! You can’t blame him for something your wife said!” She shouts. The man laughs, cracking his knuckles. “Sure I can. Want to know what she said? She said she loves the fucking bartender more than me! She said she wished that he was his son, not mine! Sammy belongs to ME!” The man shouts, throwing a punch at Abigai. She gets hit across the face, but something appears to stop the abusive father. “Dad. Enough.” A familiar voice says. A sickening gushing noise surrounds Abigail’s ears, and she looks up to find the child standing before the father, a knife stuck deep into the man’s stomach. “S-Sammy? W-What did you d-do?” He asks. Sammy pulls the knife out, his tears covering the large blade. “D-Daddy… I-I’m sorry!” He says, collapsing onto his knees as his father falls to the floor, dead. Abigail watches in horror until she jumps at the touch of a warm hand. She looks up to find Kane standing there, his nose bleeding just like the boy’s. “That night, you weren’t there to stop him. He nearly killed me.” He says. Abigail stands up, holding Kane’s hand as they watch the boy sob hysterically. Abigail looks at Kane, tears streaming down his face. “The cops said it was postpartum psychosis. She lied to my Father, who snapped after losing all of his money after drunkenly inputting an extra zero on his wager for the football game. Two avoidable events, occurring at the worst time.” He says, his voice cracking slightly. He takes a shaky breath, looking over to Abigail. “Why are you here?” He asks. Abigail looks confused. “Here? Where the fuck is ‘Here’?” She asks in return. Kane shakes his head. “My trauma. What made me who I am, the hateful bastard I was. Dad claimed a Demon possessed him, so I believed all Demons are bad. No Demon touched the bastard. He was just angry.” He says. Kane clears his throat. “When I was younger, I dealt with this abuse every day until college, where I met you. Remember? You stopped that asshole from stealing my bookbag full of random blueprints and other shit. A strong, smart, confident, sexy guardian Angel sent to rescue me from my own pit of despair. It was unfair of me to see you that way, but I couldn’t help it. I fell in love, and you broke my heart. I don’t blame you, at least not knowingly. I… I’m sorry for how I treated you, up until the massive outbreak that killed me. I’m sorry.” He says. Abigail nods, and Kane looks into her eyes. “Wake up.” He says. Abigail suddenly opens her eyes, flames and embers blowing around her. Kane stares into her eyes, his hands pressing down on her chest. “Come on, wake up! Damn it, Abigail!” He shouts as he presses down. She coughs, and Kane leans back. “Thank… Thank God you’re okay… you took too long to wake up, so I got worried… sorry…” He says, wiping sweat and blood from his forehead. Abigail just stares at him, her eyes empathic and heart shattered. “I… Kane, I didn’t know…” She says, tripping over her words. Kane looks confused. “What? Sorry? I mean yeah, you wrecked the plane, but whatever…” He says. Abigail just looks at him. “Your Father…” She says. Kane’s eyebrows dip into an angry expression. “Don’t fucking mention him.” He says, getting up. He holds out his hand to help her up, and she accepts. “Kane…” Abigail says. Kane shakes his head, ignoring her. “We have a decent hike, so let’s get going. Wolfrun won’t wait.” He says. Abigail sighs, following Kane. From a distance, Loki watches and smiles.
The Final Solution-
Wolfrun, 1946-
“Goddamn it, why him!?” Lucy shouts over explosions as she runs through the collapsing mineshaft tunnels. Rev, not too far behind, shouts in agreement. “Yeah, why the fuck didn’t Gears kill this fucker!?” He asks in return. Lucy shrugs, and the two emerge from the darkness as the tunnel collapses. She sighs, rolling over onto her back. She looks up at the blue sky, and Rev joins her. “So, how fucked do you think we are?” He asks. Lucy scoffs. “I think we’re fucking fucked.” She answers. Just as she does, an explosion rocks the city of Wolfrun on the horizon. She sighs, jumping up onto her feet. She extends a hand to Rev, helping him up. “Not a moment to rest?” She asks. Rev smirks. “Not for the damned.” He replies, drawing his pistol. They turn to head for the city but are stopped by a bright, golden light. “I heard you could use some assistance.” A voice bellows. Rev raises his revolver, and Lucy draws her shotgun. “We’re fine, who the fuck are you?” She calls out in return. A man steps forward, a white labcoat blowing in the wind. His silhouette contrasts the golden light, and he extends a hand for Lucy to shake. Lucy cautiously approaches, and the man’s features become more distinct as she does. He has long, brown hair covering one eye, and a flannel under his overcoat. He has brown eyes, just like Abigail’s, and a purple and gold amulet around his neck. “I’m Jacob. And I think I could offer you some help.” He says. Lucy stares at him. It’s almost like Abigail had her gender-swapped, the way he looks almost exactly like her, just male. “I don’t need your help,” Lucy says firmly. Jacob shakes his head. “You sure? Your little ‘Demigod’ problem is destroying my city.” He says. Lucy sighs. “Fine. How can you help us?” She asks. Jacob smiles and claps his hands. A man appears from the golden light, the bright energy fading as he does. He has large, white wings and white hair. Blue eyes glow white in the iris, and he smiles. “Hello. I am Ezekiel. I can help you stop Loki.” He says. Lucy frowns at him, but Rev smiles. “Holy shit, an actual Angel! One that doesn’t want to kill us, I mean!” He exclaims, approaching Ezekiel. He examines Ezekiel up and down, from his hair to his feathers. “You know I can feel where your eyes wander, yeah?” Ezekiel asks, his face turning red. Rev shrugs. “Relax, I’m not gay, just wondering how these work…” He says, touching Ezekiel’s wing. The Angel jolts away, his face bright red. “OKAY! Enough of you, wandering hands!” He shouts. Rev frowns. “Fine.” He says, walking back over to Lucy, who’s just staring at him. He crosses his arms, and Lucy slugs him in the arm. “You finally meet an Angel that doesn’t want you dead and your first thought is to TOUCH HIM!?” She shouts. Rev shrugs, and Jacob chuckles. “When you two are done, I have a plan in mind for how we stop this Loki friend of yours.” He says, a smile forming on his lips.
Nazi Zombies-
Wolfrun, 1946-
Wyatt approaches the city of Wolfrun, his sights locked on Steiner’s zeppelin. As the city grows closer, his fears begin to swell as the sounds of society within the city are nonexistent. “Fuck, what happened?” He asks himself as he runs towards the city limits. He finally enters and finds Wolfrun in complete disarray. “Fuck… FUCK!” He shouts as he watches a humanoid figure sink its teeth into a survivor. The Zombie looks up at him and screams, the voice of the beast bloody and wet. Wyatt grabs his pistol and opens fire, and the Zombie charges at him. He lunges at him, and a figure appears to stop it. “YOU! RUN!” She shouts, her silver hair blowing in the wind. Wyatt obeys the command instantly, running from the two. He watches over his shoulder as the woman grabs the Zombie by the neck and rips the head and spine out of the body. The undead falls to the ground, dead once again. She turns around to face Wyatt, her eyes glowing gold. “You. Come here.” She demands. Wyatt obeys once again, approaching the woman. “Hello. I am Eris, and I was sent here to… you know what? Fuck it. I’m Eris, and I’m here to help you.” She says, extending a hand. Wyatt stares at her. “You think I’m gonna trust some random Angel?” He asks. Eris smiles. “Oh, darling, I’m no ordinary Angel.” She says. Wyatt narrows his eyes. “Prove it.” He demands. Eris rolls her eyes and bows her head to focus. Her hair suddenly turns red, and two horns grow from her forehead. Her eyes remain gold, but everything else about her resembles Lucy. “There. You know any Angels that can do this?” She asks, using Lucy’s voice. Wyatt shakes his head. “No, Ma’am. I don’t know many Angels to begin with.” He says. Eris laughs, morphing back into herself. As she does, a sickening screech echoes around the ruined city. They both turn to face the threat, and an Exquisite Corpse lunges at Eris. “Go! Find Abigail and the others! They can aid you!” She shouts as she wrestles the six arms away from her, Wyatt nods, running the other way. Eris struggles a bit more, eventually grabbing hold of a small piece of rebar. “Eat this, you overgrown FUCK!” She shouts, jamming the rebar into the Exquisite Corpse’s eye socket, She grabs the monster’s head and forces the rebar out through the other side. The Zombie screams in pain, and Eris jumps into the air. She flaps her wings and swiftly grabs the other end of the rebar with her other hand. She flaps again, putting a foot on the monster’s back, and yanks the metal out through the top of the Exquise Corpse’s skull. The bone fights back, but her Angelic strength overpowers the bone. It rips apart with a sickening crunch, and the beast falls limply. She releases a long sigh of relief, collapsing to her knees. “Fuck my life…” She pants, wiping the sweat from her forehead. After a moment to breathe, she stands up, heading out into the city to search for Abigail.
Dial-
Berlin, 1946-
Jack walks down the streets of Nazi Berlin, alone. He ventures into a cafe, the scent of coffee luring him in. The woman behind the counter perks up at the chime of the little bell above the door, and she smiles at Jack. “Hallo! Was kann ich für Sie machen?” She asks. Jack looks around, standing before the front counter. “Uh… I nein Deutsch?” He asks. The woman peers at Jack, her eyes scanning him. “Ah! You are American?” She asks. Jack nods, slowly reaching for the pistol he stole from the German soldier. “Is okay, Americans are welcome here.” The waitress says. She gestures for Jack to sit down, and he slowly does. She hands him a cup of water with a smile. “I am Ella. What are you doing in Nazi Germany?” She asks. Jack looks up at her, confused. “Nazi Germany? Isn’t it just Germany for you?” He asks. Ella laughs. “If I agreed with Nazis, of course. But I do not. Here, you hungry?” She asks, handing him a menu. Jack looks it over and sighs. “I don’t speak German.” He says, setting the menu down before him. Ella nods, picking it up. As she walks back behind the counter, the phone begins to ring. She walks over and picks it up. “Hallo?” She asks, listening to whoever is on the other end. “Bube? Wer ist Jack?” She asks, catching Jack’s attention. She glances over at him and smiles. “Ah, er. Ja, ich gebe ihn dir. Here, it’s for you!” She exclaims, handing the phone to Jack. He gets up and cautiously approaches. He grabs the phone, pressing the receiver to his ear. “H-Hello?” He asks worriedly. “Ah, Jackie boy! Lovely to finally speak with you. I am The Director, and I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” The Director says. Jack looks around the cafe. “Why do you want to talk to me? Who the hell are you?” He asks. The Director chuckles. “I’m an observer, simply put. I was watching Abigail and them when I noticed you weren’t there. So I sent my little Angel out to find you. One of them, at least. Not the one you stabbed.” He explains. Jack looks back up at Ella, whose face has changed. Her hair is silver, and her eyes a glowing gold. She looks away sadly, and The Director continues. “That’s Eris, she’s an Angel like the one you stabbed. Except she can change her appearance. Sorry I had to trick you, but listen to me. Some Thule are coming to pick you up, and you need to just go with them. They’re going to take you back stateside, just with a catch. Play along. I’ll be watching.” The Director says, hanging up as soon as he finishes speaking. Jack looks up at Ella, who is now wearing a black trenchcoat and a black sweater underneath. She looks at Jack, a hint of remorse in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Jack,” Eris says, vanishing into the shadows. Just then, the door to the cafe is kicked open, and several armed Thule surround Jack instantly. He just raises his hands as one of them slams their gun’s stock into the back of his head.
Reunion-
Wolfrun, 1946-
Abigail and Rev sit before Jacob, who shows them some photos. “I recently learned that our resident Demigod here, Loki, is weak to water. There’s not any actual proof or any tests done, but considering where he goes, he sticks to mainland places like the Midwest. He’s never gone to Europe, or either Canada or Mexico. He sticks here, mostly near warm areas away from water. Plus, whenever rain is falling, he’s gone.” Jacob says. Lucy glares up at him. “That’s it? You come to us with a solution, and you give us crackpot theories?” She asks. Abigail nods. “Crackpot or not, it’s the best we got.” She says. Lucy sighs, standing up. “Yeah, I guess so.” She says, walking away. Jacob sighs. “Okay, fine. I read it in a mythology book.” He says. Abigail chuckles. “Yeah, fair enough.” She adds, following Lucy out of the room. She approaches Lucy, who’s overlooking the city below. “So, there’s a Zombie outbreak apparently. Rumor has it that Wyatt’s been dealing with them.” She says, handing Abigail the binoculars. Abigail takes them, peering out into the city. Lucy sighs deeply, looking over at Abigail affectionately. “I’ve missed you.” She says, reaching over to touch Abigail’s arm. She reacts instantly by jerking away from Lucy's touch. The Demon looks upset, glancing away from Abigail. She sighs. “Listen, I’ve missed you too, but…” She trails off. Lucy looks at her. “What is it?” She asks. Abigail looks away. “I… I just don’t want to be touched right now. Steiner… She…” She trails off again. Lucy nods. “I get it. Sorry, you can touch whenever you’re ready, dear.” Lucy replies. Abigail smiles softly. “Thanks. I love you.” She says. Lucy nods. “I love you too, dear.”
“Kane! Now!” Rev shouts, tossing Kane a detonator. Kane catches it and looks towards the bomb. “Bye Bye, you fucking ugly statue!” Kane exclaims, pressing his thumb down on the detonator. The statue of Jacob explodes, and the ruins cover the cavern entrance leading down to Loki’s chambers. As the ground stops shaking, the Zombies quickly swarm the duo. Rev fires his revolver at the horde, barely making a dent. Kane laughs to himself. “God, isn’t this just our luck? Trapped in Wolfrun while fighting Zombies. Just like the good old days.” He says sarcastically. Rev chuckles, reloading his gun. “Something like that,” he replies. As the swarm grows closer, a spray of bullets erupts from the rooftop of a nearby building. Wyatt stands with an MG42, the barrel smoking. “Heya, boys! Get up here! I got new orders from Abigail!” He exclaims, waving them up. Rev and Kane share a glance and rush towards the building’s fire escape. After climbing up, they meet with Wyatt. “Heya boys, so get this: They’re fighting a Demigod, Loki. So, according to Abigail, he’s weak to water. And we just so happen to have explosives near the water tower.” Wyatt explains. Kane chuckles. “So we’re going to flood the town?” He asks. Rev nods. “Sounds like it. Good, let’s take out this damn Demigod once and for all.” He says, grabbing the C4. Kane nods, and Wyatt smiles. “Alright, boys. Let’s get this done!”
The End Of The Thule-
Wolfrun, 1946-
While Kane, Rev, and Wyatt work to destroy the water tower, a massive zeppelin arrives over Wolfrun. Abigail looks up at it, and her heart breaks. “Fuck.” She says. Lucy looks up at it, her eyes glowing red. “Steiner.” She says coldly. Abigail nods. “Let’s go get this bitch.” She replies. Jacob emerges from the bunker and sighs. “Son of a bitch, she’s here already?” He asks. Lucy nods her head in response. “Yeah, seems so. What’s the plan?” She asks. Jacob looks around, scanning the city. “So, if your boys are working on sealing Loki away once again, we should deal with Steiner. EZEKIEL!” Jacob calls out. Ezekiel lands next to him. “Yes, Sir?” He asks. Jacob looks up at the zeppelin. “Would you mind taking Abigail and Lucy up there? They have a score to settle with Miss Nazi.” He asks. Ezekiel nods. “Sure thing, Sir.” He says. He rests a hand on Abigail’s shoulder, and Lucy grabs onto Abigail’s arm. “Ready?” Ezekiel asks. Abigail nods, and Ezekiel flaps his wings to take off. After a very short flight, the two women are aboard the zeppelin, with Ezekiel nowhere to be found. “W-What the fuck happened?” Abigail asks. A low humming sound suddenly breaks the silence, and Steiner laughs. “I snagged you before he took off. My lovely scientists built me a short-range teleporter. Fancy stuff, those guys make.” She says, emerging from the shadows. Abigail’s hair stands on end. “Y-You…” She says, reaching for her gun. Steiner laughs, waving her hand in the air. Several armed Thule emerge from around them, their guns pointed straight at Abigail. “Don’t even try it, dear girl. These bullets are poisonous and will keep the blood still in your body once injected. If I can’t kill you, I’ll keep you unconscious.” She says. Steiner smiles sinisterly. “Actually, that's better. Less resistance this time around.” She adds, an evil look in her eye. Abigail’s face turns red, and she glares at her. “Say it to my face. Keep my hands free and I’ll show you a good time.” She says through gritted teeth. Steiner smiles and enters the line of fire. She gets in Abigail’s face and grins. “Maybe you’d want that, maybe I’d like that, but I’m afraid you’ll have to turn your little Demoness here into a cuckold for that to happen. Unless you already have?” She asks, peering over at Lucy. The Demon’s eyes glow brightly, burning as she stares down Steiner. Steiner approaches Lucy, reaching a hand up to touch the Demon’s face. Lucy shows her fangs and snaps at Steiner’s hand. “Oh! Bad girl!” Steiner exclaims, looking over at a Thule soldier. He nods, shooting a tazer at Lucy. Lucy yelps in pain, falling to the floor as the electricity flows through her. Steiner stands over her, looking down at her. “Feeble little Demon. You’re nothing. I’m so much more, and I could please Abigail more than you could. Abigail swiftly turns. “Steiner! Don’t!” She shouts. Steiner smiles. “I had her leaking like a faucet. You know whose name she moaned? Guess.” She asks, kneeling to look Lucy in the eyes. Lucy glares at her, her eyes igniting a bright red once again. “Mine,” Lucy says, grabbing Steiner by the throat. She slowly stands up, lifting Steiner into the air as she gets to her feet. “You raped my girlfriend. The one person I love. You hurt her. You made her feel dirty. Guess what? It’s your turn to get hurt.” She says sternly, slamming Steiner down onto the floor. The Thule opens fire, but something stops the bullets from impacting Lucy or Abigail. A giant pair of white wings, and a golden halo. Ezekiel looks between them. “What the fuck are you two doing? Kill her and get the fuck out of here!” He shouts, the bullets hitting his wings. Abigail looks at Lucy, and Lucy glares down at Steiner. “Fucking Nazi cunt. Rot in Hell, and I’ll be down to play some more, you stupid bitch.” Lucy says coldly, slamming her foot down on Steiner’s skull. Lucy stares down at the dead Nazi and shakes her head. “Good fucking riddance.” She says. Abigail stares at her, enraged. “She was MINE! I WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL HER!” Abigail shouts. Ezekiel looks between the two and walks away with a sigh. Lucy looks back at Abigail, confusion clouding her face. “What? I thought you wanted her dead…” She says. Abigail walks over, pushing Lucy aside. She grabs her pistol, firing into Steiner’s dead body repeatedly until the gun clicks. She throws aside the empty pistol and begins stomping down on Steiner’s corpse. Lucy rushes over, grabbing Abigail by the shoulders. “Hey! HEY! Calm down, dear! She’s dead, she’s dead… she’s gone.” She says, calming Abigail down. Abigail, however, starts sobbing. She buries her face into Lucy’s shoulder, sniffling and crying as the Demon consoles her. Lucy looks around for a way out and finds the teleporter that Steiner mentioned. “Here, let’s get the hell out of here.” She says, walking over to it. Ezekiel notices this and spots the frayed wire. “NO!” He shouts, but it’s too late. The machine explodes, enveloping the trio in a bright, white light. The now empty zeppelin erupts into flames, spiraling down towards the city below.
“Ready!? NOW!” Wyatt shouts, and Kane presses the trigger on the detonator. The water tower collapses, and the area is almost instantly flooded. Loki looks up at the duo, mask somehow displaying anger. “You sacks of SHIT!” He exclaims, teleporting up to them. He smacks Kane across the face, sending him flying. Kane slams into the wall of the next-door building. Rev grabs a water gun from his bag and sprays Loki with it. He growls in pain and vanishes. Wyatt helps Kane to his feet, and the three men notice the massive zeppelin above them exploding. “Son of a BITCH!” Kane shouts as a strange, white light envelops them. Rev looks around, a glimpse of a forest in his view before he’s knocked out.
Temporal Displacement-
Denver, 1946-
Lucy, Abigail, and Ezekiel open their eyes to find a strangely wooded area around them. Abigail sits up, her eyes still red and puffy from crying. “W-What the fuck happened?” She asks. Ezekiel gets up, dusting his wings off. “Short-range teleporter blew up, and now we’re somewhere else.” He explains. Abigail looks around, spotting Lucy still unconscious nearby. Kane, Rev, and Wyatt join them, a fair distance away from the trio. She looks out towards a craving in the trees. A city stands tall in the distance. “Denver.” She says, looking over at Ezekiel. He nods, turning away. “Seems so. I wish you all luck. I must return to Jacob, before…” He says, shaking his head as he flies away. Abigail looks back at her friends and notices that almost everyone is awake. Only Kane remains asleep, with Rev kicking him in the arm. “Wake the fuck up, we got a Demigod to kill!” He exclaims. Kane jolts awake, his eyes wide and sporadic. “No, we don’t! We need to run!” Kane exclaims. Rev looks back to see what he’s looking at, and he grabs his gun. “You!” He shouts, aiming his revolver. Lucy grabs her shotgun, and Wyatt grabs his SMG. Loki floats above them, visibly bored. “Look, I know you want me dead. You can’t do that. But what I CAN do, is offer you a way out of this predicament. Denver is over that way, but here’s the catch: It’s a Thule hotspot. Considering you just murdered their wonderful leader and the Fuhrer has long since given up on this war, they’ll most likely gun you down without a second thought. So, here’s my proposal. You let me go, and I leave this reality. In turn, I teleport you all a few years in the future so they won’t care much anymore, if at all. Sound good?” Loki asks, reaching out his hand. The broken chains dangle, and Abigail meets his gas mask with her own brown eyes. “Fine.” She says, shaking his hand. “NO!” Lucy exclaims, but it’s too late. A bright green light surrounds them, and they all vanish. Loki sighs, turning away. “Nuh-uh, you come back here, you rapscallion!” The Director shouts, grabbing Loki by the back of the neck. He yanks the Demigod through a blue rift, back into The Institute.
Not The Plan-
The Institute, 1995-
“You’re unbelievable.” The Director says calmly. Loki stand before his desk, his head hung in shame. The Director stands up, his eyes glowing blue. “Look at me when I speak to you.” He demands. Loki looks up, his face grinning underneath the mask. “You can’t stop them. They’ll fucking kill you.” Loki says quietly. The Director cocks his head to the side, a twisted smile forming on his lips. “Oh yeah? And what do you think they’ll do to you?” He asks, approaching Loki. He grabs the Demigod, dragging him by the neck towards the cell blocks. He passes a dark cell, a pair of blue eyes glowing in the shade. “Heel, girl! Bad! Bad girl!” He says, kicking the metal bars. Azrael growls like an animal, and her eyes fizzle out. The Director smirks and throws Loki inside a cell across from her. “Now you sit there until I decide you’re ready for another mission.” He says, slamming the door on Loki. He heads back to his office, arriving to find Eris waiting for him. “Oh, Sir!” She exclaims. The Director sighs. “Yes, Eris?” He asks, sitting down. She hands him a piece of paper with a strange insignia on the page. “Aphrodite and Dionysus want to know if you’re attending her party later this year?” She asks. The Director looks up at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why the fuck would I go to those sex-crazed psychopath’s party? I haven’t gotten my asshole fucked yet, nor do I ever plan on it. So, no. I’m not going to that quote un quote “party”. Not now, not ever.” He says, crumpling up the invitation and throwing it away. Eris nods. “Understood, I shall return to them with your answer.” She says, turning away. “Wait, don't bother going. They might drug you. Or worse.” He says. Eris stops, shaking her head. “No, they wouldn’t. They enjoy my company.” She says. The Director chuckles. “That’s what they said to Sisyphus. Look what they did to him.” He adds. Eris turns around completely. “W-What did they do to him?” She asks nervously. He smiles back at her. “I can’t tell. Too graphic. But I can act it out for you.” He says. He pretends to push a boulder up a hill. He then holds up both hands. His right hand forms a ring, and his left makes a fist. He then shoves the fist inside the ring, and both explode. “Yeah, I was there. It’s why I haven’t gone back. Hell, I think I still find bits of Sisyphus in my hair.” He says, shaking his head. Eris nods. “Noted. Thanks for the warning, Sir.” She says, leaving.
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Voicemail-
Denver Airport, 1995-
Jack slowly creeps around the corridor of the newly opened Denver International Airport, his senses on high alert. “Jack, you need to answer the phone.” The voice in his head says. Jack ignores it, heading towards the lower level. He spots a guard wearing a bright blue shirt and dark blue pants. “Fuck, it’s a cop.” His inner voice says. Jack nods. He slowly creeps towards the officer, and he can almost make out the golden badge. He stops dead in his tracks, the badge now clearly visible. The Thule emblem, with the swastika replaced with the American flag. “They’re American?” He asks aloud. The guard turns, grabbing his gun. “Stop! Who the hell are you!?” The Thule asks, and Jack lunges at him. He grabs his gun, yanking it out of the guard’s hand. He bludgeons him to death with the handle, the blood getting on his face. Jack stands up, panting. “Good boy, Jack. Now, do you hear it?” The voice in his head asks. Jack closes his eyes, and the guard’s phone starts ringing. “Jack, answer the phone.” The voice says. Jack, against his better judgment, reaches down to the guard’s pocket. He grabs the radio, looking at the device. It rings like a telephone, confusing him. “I-It’s a radio… h-how? He asks aloud. “Don’t think about it. Just answer the phone, Jack.” The voice in his head replies. Jack looks around, searching for any sign of another device capable of making the ringing sound. No luck with his search, as the radio goes silent again. Soon, it begins ringing again. “How? He asks, examining the radio. He holds the radio up to his ear and listens. “ANSWER THE PHONE, JACK!” The voice screams. Jack tunes the radio, and a voice starts speaking. “Heya, Jack. Director here, again. I heard you LOVE numbers! Wanna hear my favs? 9, 12, 20-” Jack slams the radio into the floor, shattering the device. “Jack, you know you can’t get rid of him that easily.” The voice in his head says. Jack grabs his head in agony as the voice laughs. “Now listen here. If you don’t want me finishing that little string of numbers, you’ll do what I say, when I say it. There’s a machine in the basement of this airport. Activate it, and venture through the doorway it opens.” The voice says. Jack looks around and nods. “O-Okay… just… leave me as me, please. I don’t wanna turn into… H-him.” He pleads, venturing down the nearby stairwell.
Something Evil Underground-
Denver Airport, 1995-
“Move! Now!” Abigail whispers, motioning forward. Kane and Lucy enter the dark building, their guns drawn and ready to fire. She glances over her shoulder, Wyatt and Rev following closely behind. They enter the Denver International Airport, the dark halls sprawling out before them. “Jesus Christ… I’ve heard some horror stories about this place…” Kane whispers. Rev looks over at him. “Shh, don’t spoil it for Wyatt.” He replies. Wyatt shrugs. “Ya’ll are fine, I don’t care for spoilers, tell me more about this place. It seems pretty new.” He says. Kane sighs. “Fine. Apparently, this place has a lot of… interesting design choices.” He starts. Abigail rolls her eyes and groans. “Not this whackjob shit again.” She says. Rev shushes her. “Just listen, it’s interesting.” He argues. Kane smirks. “Yeah, so there are paintings in here depicting images of the Apocalypse, as well as some New World Order shit. Secret tunnels running to NORAD, even some underground bunkers for the one percent should shit hit the fan.” Kane explains. Wyatt stares at him in awe. “People believe this shit?” He asks. Kane shrugs. “Hey, we’ve dealt with the unbelievable before. We just fought a Demigod, remember?” He asks. Wyatt shrugs. “Fair.” He adds. Lucy snorts, bending over to catch her breath. Abigail jumps at this, rushing over to see if she’s okay. “Hey! You good?” She asks, helping Lucy recompose herself. Lucy, with tears in her eyes, looks over at Rev. “A-Ask about the fucking statue!” She exclaims through laughs. Rev smiles. “Kane, what’s the deal with the Blue Devil?” He asks, feeding the rant. Kane smirks devilishly. “The Blue Devil. The statue made in 2008, killed two of the people that worked on it, including the main artist. The eyes glow a deep red at night. Some even link it to the Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse.” He says. Abigail shakes her head, and Lucy bursts out laughing. “Listen, man. This whole thing sounds cool and all, but we need to figure out why The Thule teleporter sent us here. How are they connected?” Wyatt asks, looking around the lobby. Rev spots an elevator nearby. “Well, probably down in the basement. That’s where I’d do evil shit.” He says. Abigail nods. “Good. Let’s head downstairs then.” She says, walking over. Kane looks around, smiling. “I can’t believe I’m finally here… awesome.” He says, following Abigail.
Down Below-
Denver Airport, 1995-
“Maybe we should split up?” Rev asks after a while of creeping around the basement. Abigail nods, and Rev heads off with Lucy while Wyatt remains with Kane and Abigail. Wyatt approaches Abigail, a curious look in his eyes. “So, what’s the deal with you and Jack?” He asks. Abigail looks over at him, a strange look in her eye. “What do you mean? He’s gone, simple as.” She answers. Wyatt shakes his head. “Lucy said you left him behind before. Just like now. What if he’s trapped somewhere? Being tortured by the Thule for information? What if they’re already on their way? He asks. Abigail glances over at Kane for help, and he sighs. “Wyatt, my man, just leave it. She’s got plenty of shit on her plate as it is, Jack’s a strong boy. He’ll be fine. I know he will.” Kane reassures him. Wyatt looks away. “I don’t know, man. Something seems off with him. From what little I interacted with him, he seems like he’s got a lot of demons. I…” He trails off. Abigail looks back at him. “What?” She asks, a look of annoyance in her eyes. Wyatt stiffens his spine, staring down at Abigail. “I never really liked leaders who leave soldiers behind, is all.” He says firmly. Kane’s eyes widen, and he backs away. “Easy now, he’s not left behind. He’s most likely taking care of his own shit. Relax.” He says. Wyatt exhales deeply and looks down at his rifle. “Fine. Let’s just figure out what these wannabe Nazis have down here.” He says, heading forward down a hallway. Kane catches up to Abigail, concern spread across his face. “What was that about?” He asks. Abigail shrugs. “Dunno.” She answers bluntly, eyes forward. The man shrugs. “Whatever. I did notice that you’ve… become rather relaxed about Jack. Especially since he was your hire, your prodigal son.” He says. Abigail snarls a lip and glares at him. “Fuck you, Kane. I worry about everyone on my team. You least of all. If you fucked off, I don’t think anyone would really care. All you do is instigate and pretend you’re some part of our team. You’re not. You’re a tumor that’s gone into remission but won’t vanish. Just fuck off. I don’t love you, I never loved you, and nobody here likes you. Or did you just forget about the whole nuking of London thing? When you destroyed a city over your one-sided love for me? Or when you actively demeaned me for being gay? Or your xenophobic remarks about Lucy?” She asks. Kane just stares at her, his eyes wide. “I… W-What?” He asks, his words escaping him. Abigail looks him up and down, shakes her head, and turns away. “Just fuck off, Kane.” She says. She follows Wyatt down the hallway, leaving Kane alone in the main room, enshrouded in darkness.
Rev and Lucy explore the dark basement of the Denver Airport in silence. Eventually, Lucy almost falls down a flight of stairs. She shines her flashlight down the stairwell, her spotlight landing on the Thule emblem. The swastika is replaced with the American flag, and the stairs are dusty. A single set of footprints heads downwards, and Rev smirks. “Guess this is a pretty obvious sign to venture down, huh?” He asks. Lucy nods. She steps down to the first step, and Rev clears his throat. “Heya, Lucy? Can we chat for a second?” He asks. Lucy stops, turning to face him quickly. “Yeah. what’s up, you okay?” She asks. Rev nods. “Yeah. Well, maybe. Listen, I’ve been replaying our fight in Hell over and over for a while now. Why didn’t you kill me?” He asks. Lucy shrugs. “I don’t know. I wanted to, of course. Survival and all that. But it wasn’t really you I was fighting. Something was wrong, right?” She asks. Rev nods. “I mean yeah, but you could’ve killed me. Why didn’t you?” He asks again. Lucy sighs. “Because you’re my friend, Rev. I love you, and would never want to kill you. Never. Now, that’s not all on your mind, is it?” She asks. Rev nods. “When I killed Lucifer, he was in the middle of his sentence. Talking about some puppetmaster. I think he may have been talking about this Director person both Adam and Alex mentioned before they died. I think he’s the master, and we’re pawns.” He says. Lucy nods in agreement. Suddenly, a noise echoes up from the lower level. “Hello!?” Lucy calls out, her flashlight shining down the stairs. A man peers up at her, his dirty brown hair messy and greasy. “H-Hello? Who are y-you?” He asks. The voice is unmistakable. “Jack? JACK! It’s Lucy! Holy shit!” She shouts, running down the stairs. Jack rushes up to embrace her, and they share a hug. “Rev! It’s Jack!’ She calls up. Rev quickly rushes down, examining the poor man. His hair is dirty, his clothes torn and worn, and his eyes. Rev has seen the look once before. He slowly reaches out to Lucy, grabbing the back of her shirt’s collar. “Lucy…” He whispers, gently pulling her away from Jack. Lucy swats his hand away. “Bro, you can just tell me. No need to get handsy.” She says, turning to face him. Rev’s eyes widen. “Get away from him!” He shouts, grabbing her by the horn and yanking her towards him. Lucy flies into his chest and punches him in the arm. “Listen here, asshole!” She says, breaking away from him. She turns to face Jack and her face drops. He wields a knife with several runes carved into the blade. His eyes are fierce as if something is controlling him. Lucy backs up against Rev, and he puts his arm in front of her. “Jack, what happened? We can talk about this.” Rev says coldly. He pulls the hammer back on his revolver, the metallic click echoing around the basement. Jack just glares at them. “I… I’m sorry… H-He told me… to k-kill you… I…” He says, his breath shaky. He turns around, vanishing into the darkness. “...I need to open it for them.” He says. Lucy looks up at Rev, who stares into the darkness. “We need to find the others, now.” He says.
Dark Skies-
Denver Airport, 1995-
Jack enters the main room beneath the airport. A massive machine rests in the center, and several round parts surround it. The machine is roughly the size of a semi-truck cabin, with round parts adding another six feet around it. “This?” Jack asks aloud. The voice in his head chuckles. “Yes, Jack. This is it: The day Humanity ventures into an alternate reality. Activate the machine.” It says. Jack sighs, reaching for the power switch. “What do I do?” He asks. He looks around, and the voice speaks up. “Turn on the power and press the large, red button. Simple.” It replies. Jack flips the switch, and the lights around the basement suddenly switch on. The light is almost blinding, and several alarms start sounding as the machine slowly turns on. Just as he reaches for the button, a voice interrupts him. “Jack! Jack, wait!” Lucy shouts, her arm outstretched to stop him. He looks at her in fear. “Lucy, help me!” He shouts over the machine. He tries to pull his hand away, but can’t. “Jack! Move your hand!” Lucy shouts, slowly moving towards him. The voice laughs. “Yes, Jack. Do as she says. Move your hand down and press the button!” It shouts. Lucy’s eyes widened, and her hair stood on end. “W-What the fuck!?” She shouts. Jack turns to face her quickly, his eyes filling with tears. “Y-You heard it!? You heard the voice too!?” He asks, tears now streaming down his face. Lucy looks at the machine, her eyes scanning the intricate wires. “This… opens something, doesn’t it? What do the Thule want this for?” She asks aloud. Jack shakes his head. “I-I don’t know!” He answers. Lucy’s eyes narrow at the machine. “I wasn’t asking you.” She says bluntly. The voice replies. “You should know, Demon. Angels have long since abandoned it. A realm from before even Hell. The Prison Land. The Inbetween. It goes by many names.” It says. Lucy looks at the machine, noticing the room has a strange indentation behind the machine. A massive cylinder stretches beyond sight, and a peculiar humm emits from the device. “Particle accelerator. Opening a rift in the fabric of reality? What could you gain from this? Just quit the damn games and tell me already!” Lucy shouts. Rev arrives with the others as she asks this. The machine’s lights glow green, and alarms begin sounding around the airport. “Lucy! Shoot the machine!” Abigail shouts. Lucy grabs her gun, but it’s too late. A massive rift opens inside the round machines, and the voice laughs. “Jack! Come on in! We would LOVE to meet our savior!” It shouts. Jack looks back at the group and frowns. “I-I’m sorry, guys.” He says, jumping into the portal. Wyatt scoffs. “Fuck this, we need to warn the civilians of Denver NOW!” He shouts, running up the stairs. Kane and Rev follow him, but Abigail just stares at the rift. Through it, she can see trees. A forest. However, the color’s been drained, leaving the trees looking like they’re from an old film. “Abigail? We need to go.” Lucy says, gently putting her hand on Abigail’s shoulder. She jumps at the touch and looks into Lucy’s eyes. “I… I know where that leads…” She says quietly. Lucy looks back at the rift, slowly growing in size. “Yeah, okay, cool. We need to go!” She exclaims. She looks back at Abigail, whose eyes are filled with fear. “I… I’m Icarus… I fucked with things I can’t imagine… now…” She trails off. Lucy looks into her eyes. “Abigail.” She says. The woman suddenly hugs Lucy. “It’s over. Purgatory. It’s fucking Purgatory.” She says. Lucy looks back at the massive rift. “Upstairs, NOW!” She shouts, pulling Abigail up the stairs after her.
Code Black-
The Institute, 1995-
The Director sits at his desk, his eyes closed as he snores softly. “DIRECTOR!” Death screams, forcing The Director’s eyes open. He jumps up, almost falling out of his seat. “W-What!?” He asks back, looking around frantically. Suddenly, alarms start blaring across The Institute. The white halls flash a dark red as the shrill sirens screech. “What’s happening!?” he shouts, looking over at the screens behind him. Death walks up to it, resting a hand on one of the screens. The Director examines the screen, and he freezes. The screen shows the particle accelerator underneath the Denver Airport, and a strange, black ooze creeping out of the basement. “...Fuck… is that…?” He asks, his voice shaking. Death nods. “Yeah, it is. Purgatory.” She answers. The Director nods. “We need to take care of this, NOW!” He shouts. Death nods, and a loud whooshing accompanies her nod. “Michael!” Death exclaims. The Director turns around shocked. Michael glares down at him. “You realize you let Purgatory seep into my perfect world? You better fix this. NOW.” He says. The Director nods. “Yes, Sir. I’m heading down to take care of it now.” He says, trying to walk around the Archangel. Michael grabs him by the neck, pulling him up to look Xander in the eyes. “Alexander Philips. You need to understand. If what resides in Purgatory manages to escape into the real world, the whole fractured multiverse is doomed. I can’t stop them again. Not anymore.” He says. Xander looks into Michael’s eyes. The bright golden glow nearly blinded him. “Sir, if you’d let me down, I can go fix it right now. Please.” He begs. Michael sneers at him. “Oh yeah? Like how you fixed the North Reach Outbreak? Or how you fixed Russell Adam’s nuclear holocaust? Or dare I mention the Thule’s world war? With how reliable you’ve been, I should just kill you now.” Michael says, his hand reaching over his shoulder to grab his sword. He slowly unsheathes it, the thin blade making a sharp sound as it drags alongside the metal scabbard. “Michael. Wait.” Death says. Michael raises an eyebrow at her, glancing over to look at the Horseman. “I can guarantee he can fix this. I’ll go too.” She says. Michael shrugs and drops Xander to the floor. He sheathes his sword and spreads his wings. “You’re on your final fucking chance, Alexander. Don’t disappoint me.” He says, vanishing. Xander looks up at Death, who offers him a hand. “I don’t need help getting up.” He says coldly, jumping to his feet. He brushes past Death, and she sighs. “You’re welcome for saving you.” She says as she follows him out of the room.
A Greater Evil-
Purgatory, 1995-
Jack walks around the dark woods, his footsteps absent as he ventures through this twisted, messed-up world. “Jack, you’re getting close now. Watch for the lights.” The voice in his head says. Jack nods, looking between the trees. Two faint orange lights follow him, and Jack narrows his eyes at them. They blink, and the voice in his head chuckles. “Hello, Jack.” It says. The eyes approach slowly, and several white teeth appear underneath them. “Welcome to Purgatory, Little Human.” It says. Jack’s eyes widened, and he started to run away from them. “Do not run, Human. Accept the reality you’ve been given.” It says. Suddenly, a strange woman appears behind him. Her white hair blows in the wind, and her eyes glow a sickly green. She draws a massive black and red katana, and she smirks. “Leviathan. I haven’t fought one of you in eons.” She says. The Leviathan chuckles in the darkness, the orange eyes following the woman as she slowly backs toward Jack. “You! What’s your name?” She asks. Jack looks at her, speechless. She groans. “Whatever. I’m Death, and you need to do what I say if you want to survive, understand?” She asks. Jack nods. “Yes, Ma’am.” He replies. Death smiles. “Good boy. Now, grab a branch or stick or something. You’re going to draw its attention for a split second, okay?” She asks. Jack nods. He grabs a branch from a nearby fallen tree and smiles. “Ready.” He says. Death nods, vanishing. The Leviathan looks down at Jack and growls. “Jack, what do you think you’re doing? Don’t you know death is inevitable?” It asks. Jack nods. “I know she is.” He answers with a smirk. Just as he says that Death’s katana shimmers in the darkness, and it falls into the Leviathan’s neck. The orange eyes widen and fizzle out. Jack looks back at Death, who now stands atop the colossal corpse. “Why did you rescue me?” He asks. Death chuckles. “Oh, I didn’t do it for you. In fact, given everything you’ve done for that beast, I should kill you now.” She replies, pointing her katana at him. Jack laughs. “Oh yeah? What have I done that warrants my execution?” He demands. Death sits for a moment. “The RRU Massacre, the murder of several innocent civilians during your escape from Russia, all the deaths you indirectly caused by having Abigail distracted with following you, and the murder of an innocent German soldier a few weeks ago. Those all are little tallies against you, but the biggest one is activating the rift between Earth and Purgatory just a few minutes ago. That’s worthy of execution in my books.” Death says, jumping down from the Leviathan’s corpse. She approaches Jack, her sword dragging along the grass. “All of which wasn’t my fault! Abigail allowed me to get captured! She never bothered to save me! She led us to this fucked up world where the Nazis won the war! If anything, she deserves the death sentence, not me!” He argues. Death laughs. “Go ahead, absolve yourself of all the blame. You act like she’s the reason your life went to shit. It wasn’t. You were going to get fucked over anyway. Here, let me lay it out for you. You would’ve been police chief at the NRPD, and you would’ve been in that position for years. Until a disgruntled officer would kill an unarmed man, and you’d be forced to resign as an act of apology from the NRPD. You’d drink your life away, drifting further and further from your girlfriend, Liz. She’d wind up cheating on you, and you’d kill her in a fit of drunken rage. You’d then kill yourself out of guilt and fear. None of which would have involved Abigail!” Death shouts. Jack’s eyes widen, and he drops to his knees. “I… I was always g-going to get s-screwed over?” He asks. Death sighs and puts her sword away. “Get out of here, Jack. Before the rift is closed for good.” She orders, vanishing. Jack takes one last look around the black-and-white landscape before heading back towards the rift.
Close The Rift-
Denver Airport, 1995-
“Son of a BITCH! This thing’s scary as fuck!” Wyatt exclaims as they arrive outside the Denver Airport. The sky is oozing a strange, black liquid from cracks appearing over the airport, and the clouds around the building are a strange, sickly orange. “What the fuck?” Abigail asks, looking up at the sky. The building seems to be leaking this liquid as well, the depths of Purgatory creeping out through the cracks in the walls. “Fuck! Lucy, Kane, and I will try to figure out how to stop this slime! Rev and Wyatt, try to shut down that tower! The rift seems to be emitting from the traffic control tower!” She shouts. Wyatt nods. “Yes, Ma’am!” he shouts, rushing for a large plane. Rev follows him, and the duo encounters Thule as they rush for the hangers. They open fire, and Abigail motions for Lucy and Kane to follow her. They push forward towards the building, and several Thule soldiers open fire in return. “PUSH ON!” Abigail shouts as bullets whizz overhead. Kane nods, jumping out from cover to open fire on the Neo Nazis. Several of the enemies fall to the floor dead, and this allows Abigail and Rev to rush onwards. They reach the main door, sludge slowly oozing out from the cracks below. “This is disgusting… fuck this!” Lucy exclaims, gagging as the smell of the slime reaches his nose. Abigail scowls down at the black ooze, and gags. “Death. The smell of decay. Wherever this shit is leaking from is probably worse than Hell itself…” She replies, kicking down the door. The inside of the airport is almost akin to an alternate reality. Strange, black tendrils line the floor, and strange sounds echo around the halls. “What in the fucking hell?” Abigail asks as they venture inside the building. Kane quickly rushes inside, closing the door behind him. Lucy yelps in fear, and Abigail groans. “Jesus, you’re a fucking Demon from Hell, and you’re scared of a door slamming?” She asks. Lucy shrugs. “I don’t know, man. Loud noises with no warning are scary…” She replies sheepishly. Kane smiles. “Sorry.” He says, reloading his assault rifle. The trio begins to explore the halls of this corrupt airport. They venture back down to the depths, eventually stumbling upon the ruined remains of the particle accelerator. “This fucking machine,” Lucy says spitefully, approaching the control panel for the device. Abigail and Kane approach where the rift was formed, and find a torn jacket lying beneath the burnt floor. The North Reach Police Department emblem is stitched onto the sleeve, and the burns on the fabric are still warm. “Thank fuck, he’s still alive…” Abigail says with a sigh of relief. Lucy taps on the keyboard, and suddenly, the particle accelerator activates again. The tendrils quickly slither back into the rift, and the portal closes. “That was… easy?” Lucy asks, looking over her shoulder to Abigail, who shrugs. “I won’t complain. C’mon, let’s see what Rev and Wyatt have done while we saved the world.” She says, leading Kane and Lucy up the stairs.
Sacrifice-
Denver Airport, 1995-
Wyatt and Rev rush across the tarmac, several Thule soldiers firing at them as they sprint. “THERE!” Rev exclaims, pointing up at the air traffic control tower. Jacob smiles down at them and waves them up. Wyatt growls and Rev nods. “Let’s kill this son of a bitch!” Wyatt says. Rev smirks, and the duo rush up the stairs leading to the airport. They eventually begin the climb up the ladders up to the control center. After a few minutes, they arrive in the hallway outside of the main control room. “Ready to shoot this fuckface?” Rev asks, handing Wyatt a pistol. Wyatt grins. “Ever since this bastard handed America over to those Nazis.” He replies. Rev smiles and kicks the door in. Jacob smiles and raises his hands over his head. “Easy now, gentlemen. Maybe we could strike a deal?” He asks. Wyatt grunts and raises his pistol. He shoots Jacob between the eyes, and Doctor Jacob Bright falls to the floor, dead. Rev chuckles. “That was easy enough. Now, how do we shut this thing down?” Rev asks, looking at the device Jacob was standing behind. “Now… what? What the fuck?” Rev asks, typing away at the computer quickly. Wyatt approaches, his eyebrow raised. “What’s wrong?” He asks. Rev shakes his head, slowly backing away from the console. “I-It’s bound to his DNA… no way to stop it…” He says. Wyatt sighs, walking over to one of the large windows overlooking the tarmac. “I have an idea… Rev, get out of this tower as soon as you hear the siren. Until then, keep the rift OPEN!” Wyatt shouts, running towards the exit. Rev nods, watching the energy shift as the rift pulses. Wyatt runs across the airstrip, the voices of his deceased friends echoing in his mind. “You got this, man. I got faith in you.” One voice says. He smiles, closing his eyes as he jimmies the door open to a small plane. “Don’t forget, Wyatt. Momma loves you, no matter who or what you grow up to be.” A woman’s voice says. He blinks, shedding a tear. He starts the engine, the jets revving to life. Several sirens begin to sound around the airport. Rev perks up, his eyes scanning the area around the control tower. His eyes fall on Wyatt’s jet slowly taking off. “What the fuck…” He says, quickly running to the exit. Wyatt’s eyes lock onto the tower, the strange arcs of lightning attacking the orange clouds around the airport. “Remember, Son. I don’t think you’ll enjoy the war, but if it’s the goal you aim to reach, I’ll support it, no matter what. I’m not your dad, but I love you all the same Wyatt.” A man’s voice says. Wyatt tilts the control stick towards the tower, and he closes his eyes. “Thanks, Coach. I’m going to save this world, or fucking DIE TRYING!” He shouts, opening his eyes as he dives towards the tower. Rev exits the airport just in time to watch the small plane impact the tower, exploding in a fiery inferno. “WYATT!” Rev shouts, and several footsteps approach him from behind. “W-What the fuck was that!?” Lucy shouts over the falling debris. Abigail watches as the clouds dissipate, and Kane looks around. “No more Thule, thank God…” He says, lowering his gun. Lucy approaches Rev, looking at him in fear. “Rev, what was that?” She asks. Rev takes a shaky breath. “Wyatt, saving the world and dying to do it.” He says softly. The group looks around as the local police approach the airport, and Rev, Lucy, Kane, and Abigail lower their weapons and surrender to the police to explain the situation.
The Director-
The Institute, 1995-
“You proud of yourself?” Eris asks aloud. The Director sighs. “No. That shouldn’t have happened. At all.” He says, glaring at a dark corner in his office. Two golden eyes ignite in rage, and Michael emerges from the shadows. “The fuck did you just say to me?” He asks, his wings spreading. The Director’s eyes glow blue, and he puffs out his chest. “You’re my boss, and much stronger than me. But you should heed my warning. Close. The. Gateway. Purgatory serves no purpose in this reality, or any of them. Look at how easy it was to open the gateway. Loki did it. Those Nazi assholes did it. Hell, I’m sure I could open the door to Purgatory. Close. It.” He says. Michael growls, grabbing The Director by the neck. He lifts him, pulling him close to his face. “I will close it when I feel like it should be closed. Your advice is sound, but in my eyes, you’re disobeying orders and getting in the way of my plan.” He says. He throws Xander across the office, and The Director slams into the screens. They shatter, sparks flying around him. Michael approaches him, drawing his blade as he slowly steps towards the wounded Director. “I’ve had enough of you. I’m tired of your shit.” He says, raising his blade. “FATHER! NO!” Eris shouts, jumping in the way of his blade. Michael stops and lowers his blade. “Eris… I…” He says, stammering. He vanishes, and Eris turns to face Xander. She offers him a hand, and he reluctantly accepts. “Sir, I… I’m sorry for him.” She says. The Director sighs, wiping the blood off of his face. “I… Thanks.” He says, brushing some of the glass off of his coat. Eris looks at him, her golden eyes examining every injury on his face. The Director meets her eyes, and he sighs. “Thank you, Eris. I… don’t know how to repay you. He would have killed me.” He says. Eris smiles, her face turning red. “You don’t have to.” She says, grabbing The Director by the cheeks. She kisses him, and he kisses her back. They sit for a moment, and Eris wraps her wings around his back. He pulls away, and Eris smiles. “I… I wanted to thank you, actually. I finally had a way to stand up to him. You needed me, and I needed you too.” She says sheepishly. The Director smiles softly. “We need each other.” He says. She nods, and they kiss once again.