Phase One
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Gaia Moore ran. All she could was run. The fear pounded away at her like a hammer, and her head was spinning with the desperation, the need to escape, and the horror and confusion over what she had just witnessed. The sweat poured down her face, her breathing was sharp and irregular, and her veins were pumping with adreanaline. Fear was new to her. At first she had loved the fact that she could now feel what everyone else considered a part of their daily experience, what they based their lives around 24/7, what them real. But now she was not so sure. It didn't exactly do wonders for her fighting skills, and fear hadn't helped her take out all of hired burly thugs down by the abandoned parking garage. In fact, she hadn't taken them out at all. The second she had seen the muscleheads dressed in all black converging for her, she had felt the strange, dark sensations that caused her to scream, to run for dear life, and to sink to the level of a complete coward. Gaia knew that she probably could have taken them. Of course, it would have depended on how many of them were carrying automatics, or how trained and fast they were. And she just couldn't trust herself. She knew why. Gaia was frightened to trust herself. Before- back when she had been Fearless, Gaia didn't need any reassurance, any confidence whatsoever, and she wasn't wallowing in self-doubt. But now... things were different. She was a regular non-freak. She could feel everything. But sometimes...sometimes she wished she could go back to old times just for once, for one fight, for one terrifying revelation or confrontation that she needed a total lack of fear for... Because running seemed like the easy way out, but later it always came back at her. Gaia had always wanted to be brave like Katia, and so far she was failing miserably.
I'm sorry Mom. I've let you down.
Gaia listened to the sound of her sneakers connecting with the concrete pavement of the sidewalk on fifty-third street, letting her mind go on freefall as she jogged. Thoughts of her failure to warn anyone that this was coming, that she hadn't managed to figure this out sooner, were to painful to comprehend now.
He's back. I can't believe he's back. I thought we caught him for good, I thought that all of my problems were over. I thought I could be normal, like everyone else. But I'll never be. Fearful or not, I'm still Gaia Moore.
She needed to warn someone. It was the only thing she could do in this fear state that she was in. But Who? Tom? She could try to
contact him, but it was no use. He was out of town, one a case for the CIA, completely unreachable. Sam? No. He had already been dragged to far in to her messed-up existence. Ed? Ed was in critical condition hooked up to life support, ironically, because of her. Jake? Jake could do some serious karate, but he was too inexperienced, too green. He would only get hurt. That left... Oliver?

That was the first chapter...

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Chapter 2
Oliver Moore looked around, taking in every impeccable detail of The New York City Bank, inhaling the smell of coffee, expensive purfume, and well-made buisness dealings. He waited in the back corner of the large, luxurious room, as instructed, for his contact. Oliver always arrived early, just to make his operatives nervous, check out the place, or twist the situation to his advantage. Or all three. The front doors closest to Oliver opened, letting in a gust of still-cold Mid-March air. A short Korean man stepped in. His suit was nondescript- meaning it fit in with all if the other well-to-do-people's outfits, and his hair was just beginning to gray, but he had a cool look of purpose and organization about him that made Oliver stand up straighter. As was explained to Oliver beforehand, the man made eye contact with him, knowing exactly where to look with his first glance, and he nodded his head slightly, indicating for Oliver to follow him. So. An operative managed to show up not only early, but well prepared. This could be a good sign. Which meant that this particular agent was a powerful man. Good Signs were not coincidences in Oliver's world. He couldn't screw this up.
This is the man. My contact inside of The Organization, the one who will help me discover all of the secrecy and possible ties to Yuri that may have formed while I was half-dead. This is important. Come on, Ollie. Suck it up. Make this man believe you're still Loki for ten minutes and you're home free.
Oliver nodded back slightly and watched as the man turned to lead him to wherever their alleged "Stock Meeting" was supposed to be taking place. Oliver let the Asian spy walk a good ten steps before following, trying to avoid some detection. Oliver made his route seem indirect and detached, like he wasn't about to follow an investigator into a room and talk about espionage and killing. Oliver reached the room that he had located in the blueprints of the building earlier that day. His connection was already inside, of course, and the door was closed for security reasons. He simply used his patented knock: Three slow thuds and then four quick raps. The door was opened just a crack by a burly Organization Rent-A-Guard dressed as bank Security. He stepped out of the doorway to let Oliver pass. He almost frowned with annoyance. Usually his inferiors would fear him more than this. Before his coma, when he was still Loki, that pumped-up, steroid-infused skinhead guard would have practically leaped out of the way of the door to let Oliver in. And the Korean operative would have had a certifiable amount of fear in his eyes. Even a fraction? Anything to give Loki the proper respect. But now? Now he was only Loki under question, Oliver Moore, an essence of Loki. That's what their eyes were telling him, that's what they were inferring by their behaviors. And Oliver didn't appreciate it at all. Oliver gave them both his trademark iceburg gaze before taking his seat at the briefing table next to his agent.
That's it Oliver, make your dominance known first. Remember the First Principle. The man sitting across from him smiled tightly, and then began to speak.
"Mr. Moore, your situation is quite compliacted. You see, The Organization wants you back as leader, in fact, they demand it, but complications have arisen. As you know, we have been getting reports from one of our contacts that you have...been working for the opposite side. Your brother. The CIA. Your brother's daughter."
Oliver laughed the pristine Loki Laugh. He was scared as hell underneath, but this man didn't need to know that.
"Mr. Kim. I assure you that my connections with outside operatives were merely for the sake of buisness. Nothing more."
"Oh, Mr. Loki, we would love to believe that. But see, the Organization wants proof."
"Proof? what exactly do you mean?"
"Proof of your loyalty. Proof that you didn't give the CIA all of that intel on us for unspecified reasons."
Oliver gulped nervously. His reasons were unspecified, all right. It was all for his own purpose, really. So he wouldn't find himself in a cell for the rest of his existence. That was all. But it meant so, so much more to his operatives.
"So, what are you saying? What do you want me to do to prove my loyalty?"
"We want the girl, Mr. Moore."

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Thanks for the feedback! Here's another section of Chapter 2:

Yuri's POV:
The streets of Manhattan are cold and dark, yet I feel none of it inside this black portioned off Mercedes. I drive on the same freeway as millions of other commuters, yet I am utterly alone. I laugh. How strange that I should be noticing it now, when I have chosen solitude to govern my whole life. I am used to it. It suits me flawlessly. I look back throughout my existence and realize that I have always been alone. Able to communicate with people, but still an island. And that is why I have gotten so far. Others unlike me have silly attachments to other people that could cause their deaths in the end. Like Gaia and her father. Or my beloved Katia and that Tom. People only bring you down if you cannot make them useful to you. And emotions are the reason why I am on the streets as I speak. Tom, Gaia, and that fool of a boy, Jake Montone, actually believed they were catching the original. They haven't discovered that arrangements can be made in these situations, that solutions are easily pursued. Of course, there are kinks I must work out. Leaks that I must patch up, before the truth is discovered. Oliver Moore, for one. He is the only one who can reach the full potential that has been foreshadowed. He has no idea about the circumstances of his childhood, and what power he now holds as an adult. His life will be spared, for now. He plays an irrevocable role in my upcoming plans. Gaia. She is also more important than she would have ever conceived. She is my successor, my equal. If she finds out that I am free- if her father finds out- there will be hell to pay. Hopefully the threats my operatives gave Oliver earlier at the bank will be enough to keep him quiet and distract him until it is showtime. But as I said before, Oliver Moore is not to be underestimated...

Jake Montone made his way up Fifty Seventh Street, heading for home. The cool March air whipped through his once perfectly slicked hair, sending chills down his spine. His footsteps were perfectly measured, his breathing even. His eyes were empty, glazed over, far away. He hadn't seen Gaia in three days. He went from being frustrated to angry to anxious to worried to terrified. Terrified for Gaia. But now... now he just didn't know. After school he had hopped onto the subway and searched practically all over New York for her- just as he had the past two nights. He basically had been freezing his ass off without any results. The park wasn't even the park without Gaia. It was physically the same- it had the less than green grass, the endless barrage of litter, and the innocent pedestrians that got mugged by skinheads--
Oh my God. The skinheads. Those freaky ones from hell. What if they got to her somehow? What if she's in trouble? What if she's...
Jake banished the unpleasant thought from his mind. He tried reassuring himself. If she had, in fact, gotten slashed, there would be a body. It would have been on the news. Jake sighed with relief. Nothing contradictory to his self-reassurances had come up. And, of course- Gaia's father and her uncle would both be searching to the ends of the earth trying to find her. And that was a guarantee good enough for Jake. Both men were professionals. Complete, utter professionals. Sam Moon's warning rang through Jake's head all of a sudden. He didn't know wheer it had come from.
Protect her from Oliver, Jake. You need to protect her from all the freaks out there...
Jake Montone's heart beat a little faster. His breaths were not as precise. Jake had just ignored Sam, probably making him feel like jealous crap. But maybe Sam had a point. He knew Gaia much longer than Jake had, and he knew more of her family's history...
A conversation Jake had had with Gaia back at the hospital after Tatiana was captured drifted back into his memory.
"So, Gaia, you have an uncle?"
"Yeah. His name's Oliver. He just woke up from a a coma, but before that he used to be a total bastard..."
"How do you mean?"
"What he does as a living. Some of the things he's done."
Jake paused, reeling from the unexpected memory stimulation. Was Oliver really some kind of criminal with a dark, enigmatic past? He needed to find out. Gaia was gone. Gaia's father was gone. Jake wasn't going near Sam, sure as hell. That left.. Ed Fargo? Ed was still concious, not in critical condition anymore(Jake had checked with the hospital to report back to Gaia, but she wasn't there) Maybe Ed knew Oliver. About Oliver. Maybe Ed knew something that could help Jake locate Gaia. Jake made his decision, and turned in the opposite direction, heading for the hospital.

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Chapter 2, continued
Ed Fargo lay still in his hospital bed, listening to the voices mingling around him, absorbing what they were saying but not making much sense of any of it.
"Yes, Mrs. Fargo, his condition is improving, but we expect him to be totally incapacitated for a month or so...."
"But will he walk again? Will my Edward walk again? If he isn't able to upon his recovery, he'll be crushed."
"Yes ma'am, it's very likely that he'll walk again. Fortunately, there was no spinal cord damage..."
And the voices kept on, persistent, then trailing off as Ed tried to make sense of what they were conversing about. The sounds and words blurred together. The badly tuned radio, supersonic loud TV, and the anesthetics the doctors kept on giving him were not helping matters...
Ed wished Gaia was here with him. But, in fact, she hadn't shown up the last three days of his hospital stay. Of course, he had been unconcious about fifty percent of that time, but Ed was sure that even hearing Gaia's angelic, pissed off voice would snap him out of all of this. Why hadn't she come to see him? Had she visisted while he was in that coma, hanging on for dear life?
No. Thought Ed. My mother would have told me.
The woman had made a point of skipping work and remaining at Ed's bedside day and night, talking pointlessly and biting her nails with nevousness. Ed's father was currently on a buisness trip in Florida, staying in some undisclosed hotel. Ed didn't know if his dad had been informed yet, but if he had, he would be on the soonest flight back.
The voices resumed their talking, and Ed banished all thoughts of Gaia, and why she wasn't here. There was no reason. They were speaking again, and Gaia had even had a very important conversation with him a couple of days before his accident, or whatever the hell had landed Ed in this place. Only he couldn't remember what they had talked about.
What if she's in danger?
The startling notion mad itself known in Ed's foggy subconcious all of a sudden. Gaia was prone to danger. What if she was dead?
ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.......
A new voice. One Ed recognized, but one that hadn't been there these last few hellish, unmemorable days. A voice he didn't like.
"And what's your name now, young man?" The doctor's voice. Familiar, but not new. Who the hell was other person, then?
"I need to see Ed Fargo, it's an emergency-"
"Your name."
"Jake. Jake Montone."

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The snow was thick and deep, and it was making Oliver Moore colder and even more drenched with every miserable step he took. He wanted badly to give up and go back to the city to hunt for a car, but he realized the beggars couldn't be choosers, and time was running out.
Since when did you become such a wuss, Ollie?
First of all, he had no reason to be complaining. He had been waiting a long time to finish this. Secondly, the Berkshires were nice. The houses weren't as close together as they were in the city, the place where Oliver had been born and raised, and the snow was actally white, instead of yellow or dirt brown. It was a shame, really. That his brother would have to die on such a perfect night. A pity, truly.
I'm sorry, Katia dear, but if you won't have me, I don't know how you can stand Tom. Were you scared, Katia? Is that why you turned to Tom? Was I not enough, or was I too much? I would have loved you Katia. Much more so than Tom. I'd appreciate you.
Oliver rearead the house number from the small slip of paper in his pocket: 740.
He glanced down the street he was on, looking for correlating adresses: 730...732...734... Oliver stopped. He was on the street. Not a street. The street. The place where it would all happen. Oliver was scared out of his wits.
Remember the First principle, Ollie. Be brave. You've been waiting for this a long time. You deserve it.
Oliver slinked down the street spy-style, suddenly forgetting how the snow was freezing his legs and how much he wished he could reconsider his snap decision. But there was no turning back from murder. A house. The house. Tom's house.
Oliver was right in front of it. The frozen feeling that had numbed his entire body just a few moments now was replaced immediately by his frantically beating heart, sweaty palms, and racing mind. Symptoms of fear. Oliver narrowed his eyes, experiencing a pang of unexpected rage. Who was he scared of? Tom? Seeing Katia again? Well, that would all end today. Oliver aws finished with living in fear.
He opened the door slowly, cautiously. There was a figure moving in he next room, in the kitchen. Oliver could just barely make them out in the dim, unlighted entrance way. It was most definitely Tom. Oliver fired the gun. He walked into the room boldly, arrogantly, ready to look into the eyes of the manwho ruined his life as he died. Oliver stepped in to the small, almost cozy kitchen. But something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Oh my God...Katia."

"Oliver, Oliver."
Oliver Moore felt a strong hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake.
"Get up. It's just a nightmare."
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking by the overloaded stimulus the harsh lights caused to his morning disposition. A girl's face. Gaia's face. Gaia Moore's face. The first thing he saw. She frowned down at him, scowling. Oliver sat up slowly, half-gasping from the intense waves of pain that shot down his entire body, making his head spin. Gaia laughed bitterly.
"Worse than you thought, huh?"
"Wha-what happened?"
"Looks like you got plastered last night and then fell asleep on the couch, rummy."
"Oh. Why are you here?"
"Can't a girl visit her dear uncle without the interrogation?"
"Gaia. Be serious. I'm obviously a drunk, bad influence. What would Tom say?"
Oliver was almost surprised at the bitterness in his voice over the Tom Question, still holding on to some of Loki's emotions and opinions from the nightmare.
Oh God. Loki. Loki...destruction and death....Katia...Katia's dead. Because of me. Why can't these Katia dreams stop? What the hell did I do to deserve this life in the first place? Why do I always have to relive the worst memories of my life in dreams?
Oliver had always had the nightmares, throughout his entire adulthood. Memories of being tested on as a young kid of thirteen, memories of torturing people or being tortured, and, of course, The Katia Dream.
Gaia must have seen the stricken look on Oliver's face, because her features softened. "It's okay. I still think about her too."
Oliver looked up, startled. Why was Gaia talking to him about Katia? He was the killer, after all. No. Not him. Loki. For a moment Gaia almost looked vulnerable. But then the iceburg shifted, putting them back into their rightful places. She rearranged her pretty features, suddenly buisnesslike. "Oliver, I didn't come here to chitchat. I need help."
"No kidding."
"No kidding. You won't like this. It turns out... we caught a double. A fake Yuri. The real one is still out there, bullshitting, and nobody has realized it yet."
"Uh-Huh." Oliver rearranged his posture on the couch.
"You're not shocked?"
"I just found out, before you. That's why I'm so drunk."
"You could have called and informed me. It would have saved some trouble."
Oliver didn't meet her eyes. "It's more complicated than that."
Gaia looked away, inspecting her nails, obviously waiting for Oliver's explanation.
He'd presumed Yuri was still at large after the chilling bank meeting earlier that day. We want the girl, Mr. Moore... The phrase kept running through Oliver's mind. Just after the meeting, He'd realized. The operatve he had talked to was working through Yuri. It had been a nasty shock, but the three bottles of scotch had dulled his fear and surprise.
Gaia stopped inspecting her hands, and looked up again, meeting his eyes.
"Oliver, we've got to do something. I don't want you or anyone else in danger, for one, and my life was just starting to come together again..."
She looked so sad, it almost broke his heart. But it didn't. Instead, he was angry. He just wanted it all to end. Helping Gaia take out Yuri would put an end to all of this nonsense once and for all.
"Of course I'll help. I'm there."
"Not in this condition--
"Gaia. I'm ready to help you now."

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Thanks! This is my first fanfic, so I really appreciate the opinions of the readers. I'll write some more tomorrow, because I am grounded from the internet for the reast of today, and I've gotta get off before one of my parents sees me on... I think I'll give Tom a part in the next chapter...

I' ll do a Jake/Ed part next.....

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Jake Montone followed the doctor down to Ed Fargo's hospital room, his stomach churning the whole way there. So he was nervous. Who wouldn't be? He was about
to see his former nemesis in the battle over Gaia's heart half-dead, slashed up, and probably not so eager to see him, either. The doctor stopped in front of room number 305. Jake's breath caught in his throat, and he let it out slowly, trying to calm himself down somewhat. The doctor's three short, patented knocks made Jake jump a foot into the air.
Get a grip, Montone. Gaia is counting on you.
The doctor waited a few seconds before shrugging and entering, leaving the door slightly ajar for Jake. Jake stepped in slowly, his heart
beating fast. Ed Fargo was sitting up in one of the hospital beds, looking pale but not as bad as Jake would have thought he'd look.
Ed seemed to be squinting, trying to recognize Jake. Jake
offered a small smile, and Ed gradually returned it, but Jake
could see that it was forced. Ed's doctor stared at them rather mornically for a few more seconds, then shrugged again and left the room. He seemed to have picked up on the fact that they were trying to have a
private conversation. Jake walked awkwardly across the room, heading for
the chair near Ed's bedside. He could feel Ed's eyes on him with every step he took, only adding to the awkwardness level. The guy wasn't trying very hard to make this as painless as possible. Jake sat down in the chair greatfully, occupying himself with the next impossible task of meeting Ed's eyes. Jake began to talk, to move this along as quickly as possible.
"Um, Hi Ed. Feeling better?"
"Yeah. Thanks.."
They both stared. Jake couldn't take this much longer.
"Look, Ed, I know you probably feel like shit right now, and you have every right to hate me, but it's an emergency. Involving Gaia."
Jake had added that last "Involving Gaia" part to get ed talking, mainly because seeing soemone, even someone he hated
in this condition was very depressing.
It took a moment for the fear to register on Ed's face. He leaned forward and sat
up straighter, looking at Jake more directly now.
"What happened to her? Is she in trouble?"
"I think so. She's been missing for the last three days and-
"Did she tell you anything about where she was going? Anything at all?"
"No. But I have my suspicions. Do you know Gaia's uncle, Oliver?"
"The terrorist guy? How do you know him? He's been in a coma for the last, like two months. Still is."
"Oliver? In a coma? No way. He's definitely awake. And a terrorist? Are you sure, Ed?"
Ed took a moment to process the fact that Oliver was not in a coma, and that Jake didn't know of his crimes. When he spoke again, he voice was quiet, but Jake
could tell that he was almost panicking.
"Are you telling me that Gaia's psycho Uncle is awake again, and that you think he has something to do with her missing?"
"Yes. And why is he a psycho terrorist? What has he done?"
"He--
"Really, I think you've talked long enough. Ed needs his rest, Mr. Montone, so I suggest you leave before I'm forced to call security."
The idiotic doctor had reappeared. Jake stared at him openmouthed, shocked that the answers had been stolen from him so quickly, and with so little effort.
"But--"
"Now."
Jake sighed and got up from the chair, leaving
the room without further argument. That would only cost him more time needed to protect Gaia from whoever was responsible for her missing these last seventy-two hours. Jake walked at a normal pace, until he was outside the hospital. Then he started to run.

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*curses the doctor*

yeah, but that guy just played a major part in the plot. :shocked:

Oliver's pov
Gaia is the only way I'll ever be able to make up for what I've done. I killed Katia, I tried to kill Tom many, many times, and once I even tried to kill Gaia. My worst moment, yes. But I won't push it out of my mind. I won't. It's what's motivating me to keep Gaia safe, to keep her alive. I need to make up for what I've done. All of it. I'll die trying to protect Gaia. I owe her everything. Yuri won't get Gaia. Not on my watch. I don't care what the odds are, I'll protect her, until the end. Yuri is going to pay.