Cleo stood at the edge of the forest watching the gate of the fort closely as the demons moved fervently beyond the metal bars, scrambling to fulfill their masterâ€™s wishes. She wondered if she would have to go in with a bang, or if there would be a surprise awaiting her. John was a particularly interesting demon; there was no telling what he may do next. But as they lined the gates in an orderly fashion she knew she would not have to fight if she did not wish to.<br/><br/>â€œHmmmmâ€¦â€ Cleo mused to herself as she activated her communicator, â€œThey seem to have chosen a more passive way of letting me in, but they are all thereâ€¦â€<br/><br/>â€œDo not fight them!â€ Colonel Brightman came back almost immediately, â€œYou must save your strength for John. That bastard should be your only focus!â€<br/><br/>â€œUnderstoodâ€¦â€ Cleo sighed, â€œBut I sense something odd here. Stay on guard, and await my arrival unless I instruct otherwise.â€<br/><br/>â€œRoger that.â€<br/><br/>Cleo deactivated her communications to her troops, and came out of her hiding spot approaching the gate with confidence. As she came forward, the gate opened and the demons parted to let her through. With each step forward another demon bowed before her, which to say the least stroked her ego more than it should have. She smirked a little as she walked faster the entrance of the fort.<br/>But there was that forever eluding voice that called to her again, and her eyes shot to the source. Her feet locked in their place, and her face soured quickly. He was toying with her again, and an overwhelming emotion of rage filled her as he did so. She gritted her teeth, as she sprinted off toward him as he shifted and entered inside. It only took her a few moments to follow, but as the doors closed behind her John was nowhere in sight. The only thing that could be seen was the blood along the corridors that pressed on beyond her, and little blood-painted arrows pointing her to her destination.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes and sighed, â€œSo much for your game of hide and seek Johnâ€¦â€<br/>She followed the arrows quickly, dashing across countless bodies without a second glance. She could feel his presence growing as she got closer, his evil empowering her to run faster. Suddenly she stopped, as she located the exact room he was in. Slowly she crept toward the room, wondering if he planned to catch her off guard. Her grip tightened on her katanas as she came into the room.<br/>Her eyes shot to the C-4, then to the blue demon. Her heart ached as he spoke to her again, and she found she recognized him. It was him. This was the demon that took her life away, and replaced it with a living hell. She shook with anger wanting to kill him right there, but she reminded herself that he controlled the C-4. This meant there was nothing she could do but listen to what he had to say. Her eyes burned into him as he spoke each word, and with each word she became more upset, especially when he spoke Vitoreâ€™s name.<br/><br/>â€œI better than the two combinedâ€¦â€ She answered deciding not to amuse him any further, â€œBut how would I be able to prove such a feat of strength when you hold an unfair advantage above me. Honestly John, this seems like the work of someone who is pretty soulless if I do say so myself. But then again, you were always an unfair sort. Especially on that night when you killed my familyâ€¦â€ She closed her eyes and huffed when she opened them again, â€œA defenseless family without a fighting chance, how cruel. But then again why put it past you to do something at least slightly fair. Looks like you are not giving me a fighting chance yet again, but I could have expected nothing less of what you were capable of. Honestly I am not impressed in the slightest. For all I see is a coward hiding behind a pile of explosives, which to me is slightly disappointing. I would have expected more from a demon of your caliber.â€