Blood fell from above. Who was bleeding so much that it would rain blood? Did God weep tears of blood for his fallen creations, who had forsaken him and lived a life of vice and corruption?

Yes. He did. I'll have to remember to punish them for that. Later.

Sabres and claws tore into Bill's flesh. Organs were pierced, bone sliced neatly away.

Bill felt nothing, though, except for pure unadulterated freedom. He hadn't shut off the pain. Now, it was brutal. He simply didn't care. To think, all this time he had chased after Glitch, out for blood, when all he had to do to be happy was die.

The only thing that saddened him was he wasn't the one to do it. There was a certain... honor... about taking one's own life.

He could, Bill realized, do just that.

He looked down again, watching not the violence being issued to his body but his... brother. He fought hard not to laugh as his leg was cut off and, as it fell to the rapidly shrinking ground, hit Glitch in the head.

The calm, Bill noticed, was a very pleasant one. His body, reacting to that calm in his mind more then then damage to itself, began to retract his Virus System. The veins disappeared, and the spikes slowly melded back into his skin. Finally, as if waiting as long as possible to do so, the wires finally retracted. They pulled from Glitch's skin, and the older man began his fall back to the Earth. Bill realized, almost sadly, that Glitch would probably die from the impact.

A sharp pain in his back brought him back around. This was not him. This was not how it would end.

He saw the MPBs tearing at the flesh on his back, his beautiful crimson wings.

"I wont let you have them."

Glitch fell through the sky. He wondered off handedly what death would be like, but didn't really care, he saw. It didn't matter, because one of the birds that looked like people came and caught him. He noticed that she was a she, and that it wasn't a bird that looked like a person., rather a person with wings. Why that didn't strike him as odd, he couldn't say, but as he looked over the winged girl's shoulder he saw a flash of light.

Bill's Self Detonation system had been damaged by the MPBs, but it was enough to do the job he needed. The explosion was fantastic, noted Bill disconnectedly from his view point as a third person. Mass Production BioSuits were enveloped in flame, the explosion's flames were quickly turned red as blood from the vaporized Biosuits rained through it. He noticed, also, that the body had been without a head.

How odd.

Ambrosia awoke with a start almost a week later. Her back must have been in the most extreme pain she's ever felt, something quite incredible considering what she'd been through in her life. In her struggle to comprehend what was wrong with her, she inadvertently rolled out of bed. It might have been funny any other time, had she not been battered and abused for a month before hand.

The pain in her back would not relent and she felt like she would pass out. It did not occur to her that it may have been more then the wounds on her left by Bill, but... growing pains.

After stumbling around the house for a few minutes, trying to come up with a way to alleviate her condition. The sharp agony in her back returned ion full force, and the girl fell to the floor and curled into a ball. Then, finally, she got her release. It felt like something was tearing from her skin, then it felt as smooth as a feather light touch. Massive white wings grew out of her back, slamming into the ceiling above and causing plaster to fall the the already debris strewn ground.

With that, the pain was gone. In the absence of pain, Ambrosia almost felt a euphoria pass over her, as if pleasure was simply the absence of pain.

Taking a brief moment to admire her new feathery tools, Ambrosia retracted the wings and stood back up.

She took a short survey of her surroundings. Apparently she was back at Glitch's apartment. While this was not an epiphany, it was odd that she would simply appear there. She remembered being trapped in Bill's office. Tortured there. It seemed like it hadn't even happened, now.

A few hours later, Spam was in a towel. She had cleaned herself up, removed her bandages and what not. Fresh, pink skin was the only trace of her injuries. Being a BioSuit had it's advantages.

It was another day before she left. She cleaned the place as best she could, but only could do so much. Really, she was just keeping herself busy, waiting for Glitch to return. By night, however, she knew she could wait no longer. Donning her freshly cleaned uniform, Ambrosia took one last look at the apartment of the man who she would one day have to come for, again. It was inevitable.

But now, she needed to return to the Underground. Mr. Gates would be worr- curious about her absence. On her walk there, she composed in her head the report she would give.

She noted with little interest, that the area in front of the microsoft building were tapped off. Also, the cleaning crews were something of a mystery. She didn't notice, however, the stretcher carrying the near lifeless body of DamnGlitch.

If only she had seen it... then maybe none of the events to follow would have occurred.

High above, in his office on the top floor of the building, William H. Gates looked out the window, a glass of wine held in his hands. He saw the tiny blue haired dot, and was looking forward to seeing her again. But, she would not make it up her. He had issued orders to have her taken into custody and put into the labs for testing. She would understand. She was such an obedient girl.

Turning back to his desk, Gates admired his new paper weight yet again.

The lifeless eyes of B07N seemed to follow him around the room. It was a very neat thing, he thought.

With that, he threw back his head and drained the glass of it's contents. With an echoing laugh that pierced the hearts of all that heard it, he approved of the work thus far.

Everything was going according to plan.