Olivia can barely fathom the matters which have come to pass akin to an abrupt, furious storm at sea. She recedes from Kimberly’s presence as the Anatolian girl administers the aid of medication which purpose remain to dull the effects of his delusions. Olivia’s palpebras narrow and her brows clash as she observes the furry beast being dominated by a bantam doll, forced to swallow the pills. [i]How ironic the order of nature aspire to be when opposites oscillate dependence upon each other,[/i] she thinks. [i]Oh, how I wonder to where my decisions will carry those who upon me depends the most, those who to me search for guidance and strength, those who I in turn depend and trust my life,[/i] her mind wanders. Olivia is at the turmoil and debate of morals between the sister and the savage unable or defiant to react; they are both right and they are both wrong. She in her heart agrees with the white marionette and to each claim responds: “Maggie is right, there is no sense in fighting. Whatever you have to do, Sofia, we will not try to stop you, but we will not help you either. I don’t know if what you say is true or not and frankly, I don’t care; I don’t want to know.”
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The conversation with the long lost sister and the friends was suddenly interrupted by a rumbling sound originating from deeper within the facility. They could feel and hear powerful thrusting and banging sounds vibrating the foundations of the complex. Smooth, refined ripples of dust fell from bantam breaks and crevices in the ceiling as the sounds continued at irregular intervals. Someone was alive down there and possibly attempting to call for aid, but that was not the first thing Olivia thought about; she could only imagine it to be Samuel. That is who she wanted it to be regardless of whatever the truth would soon reveal, but at the same time she feared her obsessional wishes. Her training and instincts, however, had to assume the sounds to originate from a survivor, which is why she ordered her squad to form up and take point. Whatever there was yet to be said between them and Sofia had to wait for now, but Olivia made sure to include the girl in the endeavors deeper within the facility. Despite whom Sofia identified herself as she was still part of the ‘family’ created by Samuel.

The sounds became more forceful as they descended further into what gradually appeared to be a covert military facility with multiple sublevels. The friends passed three different levels containing offices similar to where they met Sofia, two levels containing glassed laboratories cluttered with disturbing equipment and what appeared to be various xenomorph carcasses, and one level that was essentially a hangar filled with prototype military vehicles. The trail of blood continued throughout all of these levels along with dozens of bodies to go with it, which were either cut entirely in half, beheaded, or as if mangled by some animal. However, the trail stopped at a platform elevator that led to the last level of the facility. When they reached the bottom and only stop of the platform elevator, the friends found themselves staring into a seemingly endless abyss below them, separated only by a catwalk leading to what appeared to be a displacement device. It seemed as if this tube-like construction penetrated the core of the planet itself, as a greenish light emanated from the depths below. Olivia dared not to think about what it actually was that they saw down there, thus she shifted her attention to the end of the catwalk before them, and that is when she saw him.

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She instantly feels an absconding, piercing throb within the depths of her heart and soul, procuring all to which she accustomed is and comforts, as she gazes upon the man who to her was previously unsung in his contours and apparel. Olivia’s memories, of days before what to her became perceivable as time and space, descends upon her with an imposing presence that only a single name can entail. He stands at the precipice with a structure of solid stone and reaching heights, ardently beautiful in his frame, and she neglects, in an instant, all that which has come to be known about his actions and faults, exorcised from her memories in a flash of nostalgia and obsessive desire. Olivia recognizes his facial features right away, even though she has never seen him in the adult before. All that which projects metallic and horrid noises around her, screeching ventilations and rumbling concrete, dims and cancels out by the marvelous trance in which she basks as Samuel slowly turns around to meet her gaze. Her limbs and treading becomes smooth and fluid, almost numb, upon the metallic paseo which now feels soft and slightly moist akin to the shores of distant coasts. Nothing in the vast of realities beyond and universes above mounted to any meaningful purposes, only he existed in her perceptions, no matter what terrible actions that had brought him here. Her vision of him tunnels and all around darkens, she sees only his apparition of perfection. Olivia is defiant of his reality, even as she stands barely the length of a breath away from the molecules and atoms which compose his body. His mesmerization has imposed upon her muteness, silence. Olivia elevates her frame by means of treading upon her toes and gently presses her heated lips against his. She wishes time and space, all realities to cease so as to make this her last moment of consciousness. When she withdraws from his frame, she speaks:

“Is it really you? I’m not dreaming, am I?”
Samuel gently tucked a few stings of hair behind Olivia’s ear.
“You’re not dreaming.”
“How… why… I don’t understand, Sam… what happened to you?”
“I don’t expect you to understand, Andy.”
Samuel was the only one of Olivia’s friends that knew her middle name to be Andrea. Warm feelings of loving nostalgia washed over the dark haired girl when she heard the nickname.
“I have so many questions… I don’t know where to begin.” Olivia broke her gaze with the boy and rested her head and cheek against Samuel’s firm chest. “Why did you kill all those people?”
“I had no choice; they did not understand, chose another path.”
“What are you doing here, Sam? What is this all about?”
“It’s about our salvation, Olivia. It’s about our chance to be free and go home.”
“What does that mean? Are you talking about Helston?”
“Even if I told you everything that I know, you either wouldn’t understand or wouldn’t believe me.”
“You have been gone for fourteen years, you ruined my… our lives, and now that you suddenly, magically come back to life, you don’t even have the courtesy to tell me what this is all about?”
“In this place, I’ve searched for the key with which I will set us free from this torment, and when I’ve found all the pieces to the puzzle, Phyrexia will be within my grasp.”
Olivia was bewildered at first, but then she remembered where she had heard the word ‘Phyrexia’ before: at the Academy, concerning kami mythology, Phyrexia was an ancient calamity that allowed the kami to harm each other, whereas they previously could not.
“Phyrexia?” Olivia said, “Sam, that thing isn’t real.”
“Like I said, I don’t expect you to understand.”
Olivia took a step back from Samuel, looking at the man with an ever growing fear.
“What are you planning to do, Sam?”
“I’m not who you remember me to be, Andy. One day, you will recognize me for who I really am, just as you will all our friends over there, but that is not today.”
“Why can’t you just answer me?”
In an instant, Samuel conjured his weapon to hand: a sword that appeared to be of Suji-odachi design, similar to what Aaron chose to wield, only it measured at least seven feet from hilt to tip. The man pointed it at Olivia to make her back away from him. Olivia was shocked and appalled at his action, almost bursting into tears on the spot.
“What are you doing, Sam?”
“All of what you see here is just a repetition, a replica of what has happened before. There are hundreds of thousands, if not millions of copies of you and me, all of us, that vanish whenever [i]he[/i] wishes it. No more, Olivia. It ends here, within this reality, no matter what the cost. I realize that you can’t remember who you are, who I am, and that I can’t force you to — it saddens me — but if you or any of your beloved friends here stand between me and our freedom, I can’t help or prevent the fate that you have chosen before you.”
Samuel pressed the tip of his sword against Olivia’s chest, forcing her to back away from the displacement device, along the catwalk towards her friends.
“This is prophecy, Olivia. It cannot be prevented.”
“Why are you doing this?! What has gotten into you?! Who are you?!” Olivia shouted in despair.
“This is not the end, my dear. When I’ve seen to the resurrection of Phyrexia, this world and this reality will be reborn in a paradise of my choosing, and he will be powerless to reset his domain of terror.”
“Who are you talking about? Who is ‘he’?”
“He did this to you, to all of us. I will make things right again, I promise.”