<div align="center"><strong>Elizabeth Pierce</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://static.182.121.4.46.clients.your-server.de/orig/201105/10/black-hair-emo-emo-girl-girl-izzi-murder-long-hair-Favim.com-40207.jpg)<br/></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>::Last Night::</strong></div><br/>It was raining by the time Elizabeth arrived on campus, the familiar tug of the pale silver ring on her finger guiding her steps. Thick droplets of water trickled down her flowing ebony locks as the rain fell in torrents, leaving the thick stones slabs of the courtyard floor drowned beneath deep puddles. She had been working late, as usual, when she first felt the ring’s gentle tug, informing her that she was expected to go find the new Horseman to train and take her place; an incredible annoyance as she was just in the middle of a breakthrough with her newest formula.<br/><br/>It didn’t take her long to spot her quarry, a young man rushing across the soaking courtyard presumably to get home. “Excusez-moi monsieur!” she called across the pouring rain, her voice soft and pleading. The man turned to look at her as she hurried over to him quickly, his eyes trailing down at the pale, young woman before him. She hadn’t bothered changing out of her lab coat when she received her summons and the white material was drenched enough to turn transparent, revealing only a lace black bra and panties underneath. Elizabeth was a workaholic, and she had been even more busy than usual lately, causing her to often forego such menial everyday tasks like eating, drinking and sleeping. She even cut corners when it came to getting dressed, often simply throwing a lab coat over whatever it was she happened to have slept in on the rare occasion she needed a break.<br/><br/>“Excusez-moi,” she repeated, her pale, innocent features further disarming the young man. She probably looked like a lost exchange student of some kind and a scantily clad one at that which would serve her purpose well. Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t have bothered introducing herself, simply overwhelming the man’s body with germs until he fainted. It was a common misnomer that the rain caused colds. In actuality it was the fact that germs simply preferred to breed and multiply in cold environments, making the human nose a perfect breeding ground during the rain. All one had to do was keep their nose warm in the rain and they could avoid coming down with something. Had she have been able to strike the man would be overwhelmed in an instant, although the General had rendered her so impotent she was forced to rely on other means. “My English is not so bonne,” she began, slowly crossing the distance between them. “I was wondering-“<br/><br/>She didn’t bother finishing her sentence as a pale, dainty hand suddenly lashed up towards the man’s throat, catching him off-guard as a syringe was plunged into his throat. She struck the larynx with her blow, immediately paralysing his vocal chords as he fell; not that anyone would hear a thing over the brewing storm.<br/><br/>For a moment she stood over the man, the wind and the rain whipping her hair about as she examined the creature for a moment. She could sense synapses firing wildly in alarm before slowing down, and she could see the platelets inside him moving into place to stem the pinprick flow of blood. It was a pitiful, disappointing sight. “Just another meat sack filled with cells and bacteria,” she said coolly. “This had better be worth all the wasted minutes.”<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>::Present::</strong></div><br/>Elizabeth was sitting in the small room adjoining the cell where the four children they’d all be babysitting were kept, pouring over a set of research notes on her clipboard. The virus she was working on was nearing completion, although there were simply far too many flaws in its present state. To the untrained eye her latest creation was truly horrifying, a fatal disease with a one hundred per cent mortality rate. The virus would attach itself to a host cell, multiplying rapidly until the cell exploded, infecting all those around it. As the disease spread victims would exhibit all the signs of the common cold, before finally succumbing to fatigue and stupefaction.<br/><br/>Once this occurred the skin would show signs of blotchiness and sagging before finally forming boils and splitting away. As the pain became unbearable many patients began to display signs of dementia and increased aggression, often hurling their decaying bodies at the windows of her testing chamber, before the skin fell away and the muscles liquefied causing death.<br/><br/>The process was quite disturbing to watch for many, although she had spent untold millennia observed such conditions and remained unfazed by these gruesome scenes. In her eyes the truly disgusting thing wasn’t what happened to the infected but rather the fact she still had failed to work out all the kinks. In some ways she was a victim of her own success; the disease spread so rapidly it actually hampered its potential to spread far enough. Those who were infected were dead within a matter of days and the virus could not survive outside a host body for long, drastically hampering its potential to spread far. She was also having trouble making the virus airborne, while its high rate of mutation drastically hampered its virulence.<br/><br/>Elizabeth was so obsessed with her notes that she didn’t even hear Serena enter the room until she hit the button for the intercom. “Riki, I am your father!” she breathed dramatically, causing her to jump in surprise. “Serena!” she snapped, her train of thought lost, although the other woman disappeared out the door without hearing her. Rising to her feet, she soon heard the cold voice of Caleb out in the corridor as well. She was rather fond of Caleb; he was professional and disciplined, and he hardly ever disturbing her unless absolutely necessary; a trait which she greatly appreciated. Stepping over to the side of her fellow Horsemen, she coldly peered into the room to look at David’s unconscious form.<br/><br/>“That messy little protozoa is still unconscious?” she asked coolly, her tone even but a glimmer of annoyance in her eyes. “I can’t imagine I’m going to have much use for someone with such a low resistance to sedatives.” She was busy enough with her research without having to wait on some pitiful sack of cells to wake up.<br/>