Revenge is a dish best served cold?

That was what the attacker said to Wolvinator before shooting him down. It was an old Klingon Proverb, but had been used many times in many different cultures. The absolute emotional detachment and planning, acting ?cold blooded?, is best for taking revenge. It would seem that the aggressor in this matter would have had to do that, severe any emotional attachments, to be able to complete his task.

In space, all warriors are cold warriors?

That was a few choice words that have been spoken to adversaries in key battles, throughout space exploration history. Space was cold, dark, without mercy, a seemingly endless vacuum. Most times, one never even makes eye-to-eye contact with their opponents, which was the situation here. There was an audio conversation, if you could even call it that, it was more or less a one sides conversation. There was no visual confirmation, and neither of the combatants saw the other one face-to-face. Some would look at the events that transpired as a travesty, others would call it honorary. There were those that would begin to plan a memorial, and others that wouldn?t give up in the belief, the belief that he was alive. But with no visual signs of him, that glimmer of hope was beginning to fade away.

?Wolv?? She had called out, almost hopeful to getting a clear response.

He didn?t hear it, that was impossible. How could someone that wasn?t even there possibly hear her? The halls were dark, and quiet, almost too quiet. Kaspar was the only one in that giant house. Miko had moved out, and the place was guarded like a jail. No one was getting in or out of there unless she wanted them to, not to mention? Wolvinator was gone.

"Wolv...?" It was pathetic how she sounded and she hugged the shirt to her body, encasing her arms around herself in a protective manner.

He couldn?t protect her now that he was gone. Even before he had crashed, he left her to go take care of his ?duty? to Starfleet Command. The moment he left the planet he couldn?t protect her. Wolvinator had left her, alone.

"Wolv?" She raised her voice, but it still came out in a small whimper.

The halls looked cold, and empty. It was dark outside of the bedroom. The shadows seemed to come down the hall, almost appearing to be alive as the wind blew outside just a touch. Kaspar?s eyes locked down the corridor and she lowered her head. She wasn?t going to get a response. It was a lost hope. She turned to go back to bed now, tears welling in her eyes.

?Kaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssss??

The house remained silent again. It wasn?t even eerie, just quiet. There wasn?t anything over elaborate about the weather conditions outside, it was a brisk fifty-six degrees, gentle wind but nothing major. Definitely wasn?t one of those ?Scary Movie? situations, not even the slightest bit. Kaspar continued to speak, trying to draw out the person she was talking to. Trying to coax him. If he was dead, then let him come to her. Let him come to her now.

"Where are you? Talk to me... Please..." She implored the voice and was intent on looking for the source.

There was no response, nothing at all. But that didn?t stop Kaspar, oh no. Kas didn?t move now, not even a bit, she wasn?t going to miss this again. She most certainly heard him, she heard Wolvinator.

"Wolv...? I'm worried about you... Don't leave me alone..." Her voice cracked and that english accent thickened with melancholy on each word she spoke.

Alone? was that what it was? She was alone? Was? was he alone? Was he even there? What was that? Who was that?

"I'm lonely... Come hold me..."

As she spoke those words a wave came through her. It wasn?t firm, and it wasn?t even highly tangible. But it was distinct, and it was warm. A smell came over her for a moment, it was a distinct scent? and she knew it well. The smell of a certain cologne, something quite familiar to her. As the scent thickened a small pressure wrapped around her frame from almost all angles. It felt like a grasp, a hold? a hug. But then? as quickly as it came over her... it was gone.

In an instant it was gone. But there was a moment of uncertainty, almost the feeling of a fight. Something was going back and forth. Almost like a fight to stay there with her, or to go another route. It felt like the fight? was between life and death itself.

Her words lingered through the hall, and by the looks of it, they were falling on deaf ears. Sometimes things worked that way, a watched pot never boils. She was trying to talk to someone that obviously wasn?t there. Most people would consider that crazy to a certain extent. But not Kas. If anyone was going to be able to communicate with Wolvie, especially if he were truly dead, it would be Kas.

The halls filled with something that sounded like a word. No? it was words, multiple words, all misplaced and being thrown at her all out of order. But they were also distorted, heavily distorted. Almost as if a record were playing backwards. The words themselves sounded like they were being ripped out of whomever or wherever they were coming from, traveling over multiple dimensions, multiple plains of existence. The phenomena started off as whispers, and with each passing second grew louder. Was something trying to break through the harmonic inhibitors? Couldn?t be. This wasn?t magic, this was something else. This was foreign, distant? supernatural.

She still loved him. She missed him. All she wanted was to see him, hear him again, and touch him, anything to know that he was tangible in some way. But the air was thick, there was something else going on here. It was the feeling of restlessness. Almost like a battle. Something was trying to come through, but then again something was holding it back at the same time.

Perhaps it was a fight between life and death.

Maybe whatever it was, it was fighting to stay alive; a battle between the here and the hereafter.

Maybe Wolvinator was just barely hanging onto his life?

The wind seemed to pickup considerably, if only for a brief moment, causing Kaspar to shield her eyes. The trees didn?t move, nor did the grass beside her, and it seemed like the only place the wind was even touching was? her. The voices picked up again, still sounding like mumbled jargon, except this time they were beginning to form a word or words. The voice was definitely a males voice, and? Kaspar recognized it.

?City??

?Cadentia??

?South??

?Help??

Those were the only four words that seemed to be audible, or at least that could be deciphered. Cadentia was more or less a ghost town now, south of Rhy?Din City. The only thing that was even notable, that was still running, was the Last Chance Saloon, which served as the last rest stop before entering the great desert. Perhaps? that is where the answers to her questions would lay.

It took a lot of wrong turns and dead ends before Kaspar found the city she was searching for, she kept mumbling some reassuring words under her breth. To herself? To Wolv? Maybe both. She had nearly collapsed from exhaustion on several occasions. She was tired by all means, barely able to keep her posture from becoming rigid.

Sleep worn optics were completely blodshot and she called Wolv's name as she pushed back a few pink bangs.

Kaspar?s knees wobbled slightly and she staggered a bit as a lump of vomit snaked its way up her throat. An unwelcoming taste that clearly wasn?t sapid was left in her mouth. She hunched over a bit, puking her guts out onto the ground and she wiped the froth from her mouth with the back of her hand.

Seeing Wolv in the state sent her stomach in tumultuous waves, causing it to do violent flip flops. Based upon the remnants of his body and what was left of his features left her with a small hint of uncertainty.

How the hell had he survived?

That question gnawed at her thoughts, jumbling them up into some kind of jargon. Her mind numbed itself and she could barely comprehend anything. She was frozen into place for the longest time, standing stationary until the queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach slowly dissipated and vanquished.

Kas collapsed on the ground beside that mangled body, reaching out to touch his visage lightly. She caressed his cheek lightly with her thumb before removing it. Her hand was covered in a thin veneer of crimson blood. Said hand was wiped upon the boxers she adorned to clear it of the substance.

An exasperated sigh escaped terse lips, followed by a an explicative or two. Her arms draped around Wolv?s shoulders, careful to avoid too much pressure or contact in the daunting event that she inflict more pain. She marveled at his charred form, taking in the blistered flesh with observant hazel she thoroughly scrutinized him, holding him against her. Still, she wondered how he could take so much damage and manage to live.

?I?m so sorry, Wolv? It?s all my fault, your friend said you left because of me,? she murmured softly. Her accent thickened with the distress and melancholy in her voice. She still didn?t really know Ren?s name, no one had ever really told her that and the topic didn?t seem important at the moment.

She searched his body, moving her hand in idle and cautious manners. Her motives remained unknown for the time being and she removed a sharp blade from his person. The pointed edge was pressed against the heel of her right palm, cutting into her wrist and splicing it open. She flinched at the pain before dropping the filthy shard onto the ground.

Kas pressed her left over the wound, pushing the pads of her fingertips so that the scarlet liquid stained them. Her nails dug into the skin lightly, splitting it open and letting it pour onto the ground. She bit her lower lip, wincing slightly at the pain as she used her index to swirl the blood on the ground a bit. A reddish brown color was created in the process, dirt mixing into the substance opposed to chalk.

She was actually trying to go about this ore accurately and precisely than she had done with Aaron. That may have been an accident, but Wolv meant more to her than he had. Also Aaron was in better condition than him, but he was also undead and Wolv wasn?t exactly a vampire. As far as she knew anyways.

A symbol was created from the muddy brown mixture, a large triangle with circles branching off the three points. Five lines extended off each circle with a glyph of some sort on the end. It drained quite a bi of blood from her wrist, but she paid no acknowledgement to it. An irritated red line was left where she had cut herself.

She was rather intent on ignoring any protest from Wolv whether he spoke or not, her attention was more fixated on trying to help him somehow.

Death wasn?t something new to Wolvinator, and that was unfortunate. He had been in situations similar to this before, then again this situation was unique all by itself. Many of Rhy?Din?s denizens would say that ?No one stays dead for long.? and even that seems to be true in this circumstance. Apparently people are constantly dieing and coming back to life; products of magic, healing, potions, the list could go on and on. Wolvinator, however, was quite different then those that normally frequented the realm. His healing factor was accelerated, much quicker and resilient then the average human; and quite impressive to many other species as well. He didn?t have any of those potions or talents that others possessed, and even his healing factor had its limits. They were limits which included that of reentry into the atmosphere, being set fully ablaze, smashing into quite a few buildings, and being impaled by a lamppost.

He had been fighting, right up to the moment that Kaspar finally found him. Fighting off the death that was constantly pulling and dragging him away from life. His healing factor was doing it?s best to sustain his vital functions, seeing how the post went clear through his body damaging, even destroying many vital organs. Wolvie was too weak and too hurt to even try to pry himself free. His body had been through entirely too much, and his life force was slipping away. As it did, he called out to the one person that would be able to hear him? even in death. Zacharia Kaspar. She had to ability to speak to those that were dead; whom no normal person was able to speak with. She had told the Admiral about her background, and her ability to resurrect the fallen. And that?s exactly what went through his dying mind.

Wolvinator had to get through to Kaspar, and they only way he could cross space and time that fast? was to allow himself to slightly slip into the coldness of death, just long enough to contact her. To her it seemed like he was barely even able to be there to call out to her, but to Wolvie? he was fighting his way the entire time. Clawing his may through multiple dimensions and levels of death just to be able to speak a single word to her. If he were to stay too long, his body would certainly die. But while he was in his body, he was dying and unable to seek help. It was a cat and mouse game with his life on the line. But now, he just thanked god that Kas had finally showed up.

The healing coursed over his body, as he fought off the demons in his own mind. Part of Wolvinator thought that he was hallucinating in his own subconscious, which wouldn?t have been too far from the truth. As the body dies, the brain is deprived of oxygen. The brain in turn, does whatever it can to sustain vital functions. Hallucinating is a byproduct of that and oxygen deprivation. Wolvinator could see himself, in this dream state. He felt calm at the moment, as opposed to fighting the entire time. And even for a moment, he gave himself a drawn out sigh. He thought this was it, he thought he was finally dead. And for all intents and purposes he was.

A cough. There was a cough that slipped through the charred mans lips, the first sign of life to his corpse since she had arrived. Another cough, and then another before a large intake of air was taken in one large breath. Now the coughing kicked up violently as his eyes winced and fluttered. Moving a bit with each cough, he had tried to move as the aura calmed down. As Kaspar?s eyes looks to him, his skin had regenerated. Not entirely, but enough to not be a bloodied and charred mess. He was still burned, but he was recovering, and his face was? recognizable now.

Kas had come to his rescue, and did what she knew how to do. Using her own healing abilities she was trying to bring him back, and in fact she gave him what he needed to kick start his healing factor again. He needed help, that edge to bring him back from falling deeper into death. She had healed him, and it was more than he needed to get back on the right track.

His eyes fluttered open, still slightly wincing a bit seeing as how he hadn?t used his optics in quite some time. Letting his head fall to the side, his gaze locked onto Kaspar?s hues. Forcing a smile, he began to speak.

?Hey? there pretty eyes. Mind? eh, helping get this? thing outta me.? Both of his hands wrapped around the metallic lamppost, as he tried to move it a bit. It was heavy, but his muscles had yet to regenerate enough to give it a budge.

Kaspar had saved him.

And Wolvinator, was alive.

He winced, feeling the pain of the lamppost going through his person. It had been in him so long, that the initial pain had been far gone. But now, even as Kas pushed on it? barely moving it, the pain returned. But then, as she ejected it from is body, he busted out with a small yell. The post went flying in the opposite direction, and as it slid out from him, Wolvinator turned over on his side and held his hands over the large wound. It was more reflect then anything else, for when he turned over the hole in his back was exposed from the large metal object that had just been in him. Parts of his ribs were clearly visible, and unlike most other skeletons that people had encountered, his bones clearly looked metallic. They were silver in color, and despite the blood, were quite shiny. Almost as if they were chrome.

The lamppost couldn?t have penetrated his bone structure, but it sure did make a mess out of his lower torso, as it looked like he had truck that post just right. Wolvie?s body was still partially a mess, but indeed looked much better then when Kas had first found him. He fought to bring his feet up closer to his stomach now, as an instinctive action to relieve some of his pain, but that was even proving to be difficult. His breath was at a quickened pace, looking like a wounded animal that had just been released from a trap. Moans and panting escaped him now, as he tried to bring himself off of the ground.

?I? think so.? He had finally answered Kaspar?s question.
?Actually?? he continued with another grunt, and a huff of air. ?A lot better then what I was?, eh? thanks for coming for me? Kas.?

Trying to push his hands against the ground, he? just didn?t have the strength. He?d been fighting to stay alive for so long, that he didn?t have the energy to stand, crawl, much less anything else. He was vulnerable, something he despised and could never get used to. He?d heal, he always healed, but it was going to take time. His body needed to rest, and he needed help. Wolvie wanted to thank Kas for coming to his aid, much more then he already did. But it was hard to do at the moment. Sure he was alive, which was a good thing, but he was still in pretty bad shape. Wolvie then? looked to Kas for help getting him out of there.

He grunted. Boy did that still hurt. Wolvie was in much better shape then he had been, but that didn?t mean he wasn?t pretty bad off. His hands held around Kaspar?s tiny little frame as she skittered about the streets with him. She was moving quite fast for supporting the majority of his weight, and some of the reason for that is he had lost some weight from the ordeal. Being burned and having a hole through you, will definitely take some weight off. His feet lightly dragged across the ground with every step he tried to take. Wolvinator was partially supporting his weight in his own steps, but it wasn?t much. With every step they took he silently thought to himself, hoping that his healing factor would kick into overdrive.

It was pretty clear to those that were close to him that the Admiral had a natural accelerated healing ability. Wounds that would take an average person days or weeks to heal would be recovered in minutes or hours to him. Poisons and foreign chemicals also had a heightened immunity, and needless to say? he rarely became ?sick? due to this process as well. The only thing that was considered to be any form of a hindrance was its erratic behavior. Under times of immense trauma or fatal damage, the healing factor would sometimes take a while to kick off, and sometimes needed to get jump started. This was one of those instances. And it times like this, his body would sometimes need to go into a hibernation state to jump start itself.

?Kas?? his voice was still low, as he fought the urge to pass out.
?The second we get outta this? town?? He sniffled a bit, seeing as fluids were running down his nasal cavity.
?Hail? a cab or something. We need to get back to the? estate.?

Wolvie leaned his head back against the seat in the livery vehicle, his body was stiff as a board and the pain was still excruciating. Answering Kaspar?s question he nodded his head, with his eyes closed. He didn?t want to talk much and he wasn?t feeling up to it at all. His breathing was becoming easier now as the cab sped off to its destination. Finally? his healing factor was beginning to get into gear. The hole still remained through him, but at least the bleeding had stopped, as he wasn?t bleeding all over the poor driver?s car.

Kas tended to him, holding him close and just talking to him in soft whispers. At least? the smell was gone now. Whatever it was that she did to heal him surely had helped him out. Wolvinator knew that Kas had the power of resurrection, but healing was something that was entirely new to him.

Slipping in and out of consciousness made the long trip, rather short for Wolvinator. Before he could realize what was going on, Kaspar had been pulling him out of the cab and helping him into the Estate now. His feet were holding up more of his weight now, but? he?d need to lie down. And through soft mutters, he instructed her.

?Kas? lay me down somewhere? I? I need some time??