"Aw, geez!"

"HALT!"

"Like heck!"

Scott glared at the people chasing him.

A group of four to be precise--all wearing the same uniform.

The uniforms looked like some sort of formal army coat that soldiers would wear to a party, it confused Scott slightly on how they could run in those--although it looked pretty cool...

Scott groaned as he continued to run before snapping his head back at the people chasing him.

"How the heck can you run in those clothes?!  It's like running in a suit!"

The people chasing him sweat-dropped slightly but continued to pursue him.

Scott tsked and rounded a corner; he barely dodged a person that was standing there.

"Woah!  Sorr--!"

"JUND?!"

Scott widened his onyx eyes before grinning.

"Cry!"

The said brunet laughed and fist-bumped the other.

"Yo, Jund!  I finally found someone!"

Scott laughed before the sound of guns cocking reached their ears.

Cry looked over Scott's shoulder before widening his eyes with realization; he murmured softly for only his raven-haired friend to hear.

"You already ran into the Knights?"

Scott blinked in confusion before realization filled his face.

Knights.

18-something buildings.

Formal wear...

They were in the world of The Order 1886.

Scott groaned and ran a hand over his face.

The Knights behind them were still aiming their guns at them.

Cry narrowed his eyes slightly before whispering to the other.

"On my mark, Jund...I'll make a distraction, and we run for it--got it?"

Trusting the other, Scott smirked.

"Sure."

The wind started to whip around Cry, startling everyone--Scott quickly snapped out of his stupor and prepared himself to bolt.

Cry lifted his hand, which was now a twisting mass of wind, shocking the Knights.

"GO!"

The brunet swung his arm in an arch, sending a wave of wind in the Knights' direction before running after Scott, who had immediately ran once Cry signaled the other.

The Knights were thrown back...

...all except for one.

~~

"What was-pant-that, Cry?"

The two friends were catching their breath.

Cry grinned before activating his power slightly; wind coated the brunet's right hand.

Scott's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"That's sick."

Cry then lifted his left hand and activated his second power; lightning and dark-blue crystals cover his hand.

"Woah...how did you get this?"

"Would you believe me if I said I came from the Bioshock Infinite world?"

"No way...do you have all of the potions?"

"Yep~!"

Cry tossed the bag he got from Booker to Scott, who opened it and stared at the contents with excitement.

"Oh, this is so cool!"

"Don't drink them all at once--you'll combust."

Scott grabbed a creamy-green bottle with a heart symbol on it; the heart was being stabbed by a green knife.

"Hm...this is the Possession power, right?"

Cry nodded, lifting a curious eyebrow under his mask.

"You're gonna drink it?"

Scott pouted slightly.

"You can't the the only guy with powers now."

Cry chuckled and raised his hands in a surrendering manner.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry."

Scott grinned before taking a long swig of the potion.

The raven wiped his mouth before activating his power; mini green ghosts drifted around his hand.

"Cool."

The raven glanced up at Cry, who had a thoughtful air around him.

"What's wrong?"

"Well...I don't have the need to drink a Salt the replenish my power; it's strange..."

"But that's good isn't it?"

"Meh, I suppose so--"

"Who are you?"

The two whipped their heads to see one of the Knights...

...Sir Galahad.

Galahad, or Grayson, gazed at Cry and Scott with narrowed eyes, mouth set in a grim line as he had a rifle leveled at them.

Scott glanced at Cry, who was inhaling loudly and...

"GALLY!"

At the nickname, Galahad stopped all movements and stared dumbly at Cry.

"Wha--?"

Cry and Scott bolted, causing a tick mark to appear on Galahad's head.

"Oi, you brats!"

~~

"Think we lost him?"

"Well~Gally's a persistent guy.  He's probably still on our trail, but we're far enough."

Scott sighed, running his hand through his gelled-up hair.

"How are we gonna find the others?"

"I dunno.  I had Ellie open a Tear for me."

"'Ellie'?  You mean Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite?"

"Yep.  She and Booker helped me out a bit while I was there."

"I see...so does that mean that the others are in different worlds?"

"It seems that way..."

Cry and Scott sighed, frustrated on the situation.

Suddenly, howls were heard--inhuman howls.

Cry and Scott looked at each other as one thought went through both of their heads.

'Lycans.'

~~

"SHOOT THEM--AIM FOR THE HEAD!"

Galahad tsked as he reloaded his rifle, trying to gain distance from the monster that was darting between crates.

The leader of the Knights, Sir Percival--Sebastien Malory--barked orders to his group, firing multiple shots at the speedy enemy.

"There's too many of them!  Fall back!"

Galahad grunted as he unslung his M85 Automatisch from his back, tossing his loaded rifle to one of his fellow Knights, Marquis de Lafayette--or just Lafayette.

"Lafayette!  Give the others some cover as they retreat!"

"What about you, Monsieur?"

Galahad gave a grim smile to the other.

"I'll try and catch up--now go."

Lafayette grit his teeth slightly before slowly nodding.

"Please hurry, Monsieur."

Once the Frenchman was out of view, Galahad lifted his hand from his side, where blood was quickly seeping into his clothes.

"Tch...I might not be able to do that, Lafayette...sorry..."

Galahad snapped his head up when he heard another howl--this time, closer.

The man grunted as he leaned against the wall behind himself, wheezing slightly.

As his vision blurred, Galahad could distinctly make out the shape of three Lycans slowly approaching him.

'I'm sorry Isabeau...Sir Percival...'

Galahad slowly closed his eyes and waited for the pain of death.

"Oi, Gally, you're not the type to give up just yet."

The said Knight snapped his eyes open, recognizing the voice instantly.

Cry grinned under his mask at the Knight, extending a hand out to the other.

"Come on.  I know you're the persistent type."

Galahad gazed at the extended hand warily, glancing at the Lycan behind the brunet--they were still approaching them.  The Knight wondered it the brunet knew about the impending death that they were both about to meet.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Did I ever ask you to trust me?"

Galahad growled slightly before taking the extended hand; his other hand clamped around his side to stifle his bleeding.  The Knight continued to lean against the wall as he stood on unsteady feet.

"Shut your trap, brat."

Cry smirked before he glancing at Galahad's wound with worry; the gamer turned to face the approaching Lycans.

"You should go and drink your vampire juice."

"Wha--?"

"Leave the rest to me and Jund."

Suddenly, the wind kicked up and blue lightning crackled around Cry.

Green ghosts also drifted into view, hovering around the gamer; the brunet grinned under his mask.

"Back me up Jund."

Scott stepped out of the shadows with a smirk on his face with his right hand glowing with a light-green shade.

"Do ya' need to ask?"

"Eh, I guess not."

Galahad watched with slight amazement as the two gazed at the Lycans without fear.

'They would make great Knights...'

Grayson shook his head before focusing on the upcoming battle, taking a small sip of the bottle hanging around his neck--he wasn't able to before because of the continuous attacks from the Lycans.

Cry lifted his left hand, where dark-blue crystals glimmer slightly in the warehouse lighting; he fisted his hand as it glowed a bright light-blue.

The brunet dashed at the Lycans as wind started to swirl around him, propelling himself high up into the air.

Cry brought his fisted left hand down in the middle of the group of Lycans, sending an electrical shock through the ground.

It knocked out Lycan in a five-meter radius, causing the conscious Lycans to back up slightly.

"Go Scott!"

The ghosts started to rush at a few of the remaining Lycan.

Galahad watched with astonishment as the Lycans that were attacked by the ghosts turned against the Lycans that were not possessed.

Cry used lightning and wind against the rest of the Lycans with the help of the possessed Lycans.

After a few mere minutes, all of the Lycans were defeated.

Knowing that the Order simply wanted the Lycans captured, Scott ordered the possessed Lycans to fall asleep--they consented to the other's wish.

A sound of hissing was heard and the Lycans slowly reverted back to their human forms, slightly bloodied and bruised--but alive nonetheless.

Cry walked over to Scott and high-fived the other.

"Alright!  Good job, Jund!"

The said raven grinned in return before the two started to walk over to Galahad, who was looking much more better than before.

Grayson gazed at them with leveled eyes before shutting them.

"Hmph, not bad, brats."

Cry and Scott grinned as Sup popped out of the brunet's hoodie and onto Galahad's shoulder.  Scott blinked in surprise at the sight of the small creature; he gave an amused smile in Cry's direction as he pointed at Sup.

"Is that what I think it is...?"

"Yep!  I call him Sup for short."

"How original."

"Oi!"

Ignoring their banter, Grayson gazed at Sup with curiosity and idly noted that the face of the creature was the same as Cry's mask but more lively than the blank expression.

A white glow surrounded Sup, surprising Scott and Galahad as Cry watched with amusement.

When  the light died down, there was not a single bit of pain in Grayson's senses; the Knight blinked the blinding dots out of his eyes before looking down at himself.

Yes, the liquid in his bottle healed his wounds, but it never got rid of the pain or restore the blood loss.

The Knight was astonished to find himself completely healed--like he never went on the current mission just yet.

Sup giggled once before hopping onto Cry's shoulder and into his hoodie.

Suddenly, there was a spark of energy, and a Tear appeared in the warehouse.

Scott and Galahad widened their eyes with surprise.

Cry stepped up to the Tear and gazed at it with wonder.

"A Tear?  Only Ellie can open one...and she's not here."

The brunet saw the Tear waver slightly before turning to Scott.

"Jund, this might be our only chance to get out of here."

Hearing the seriousness in the other's voice, Scott nodded before walking over to the Tear, standing next to his gaming friend.

"Wait."

The two turned to Galahad, who was tossing a large gun at them.

Cry caught it with a grunt and looked at the weapon with surprise; Grayson straightened up from his position on the wall as he gave a small, amused smile.

"That's a Thermite Rifle--very explosive and has rapid fire.  Be careful with it."

"COOOOOL~!"

Scott and Galahad sweat-dropped slightly at the sparkles that appeared behind Cry.  The two shared the same thoughts.

'He's like a kid in a candy store...'

Cry grinned under his mask before strapping the Thermite Rifle to his back.

"Thanks Gally!"

"Again with that nickname..."

Tick marks were appearing all over Grayson's head as Cry laughed.

The brunet gamer turned to Scott.

"You go first."

The raven rolled his eyes before stepping through.  The Tear wavered slightly before it became a smooth surface once more.

Cry paused at the Tear, turning back to Galahad.

"Sir Galahad."

Grayson perked up at the seriousness in Cry's voice.

"Yes?"

"...Not all rebels are bad, ya' know?"

Galahad blinked his eyes with confusion.

"What?"

"Eh...you'll find out later."

Cry stepped up to the Tear.

"Wait."

"Hm?"

"...Your name?  And your friend's?"

"Ah, my friend's name is Scott, and you can call me Cry."

The brunet waved back to Grayson.

"See ya', Gally."

The Tear closed behind Cry.

Galahad gazed at the spot briefly before slowly making his way out of the warehouse.

"The others must be worried about me..." His eyes trailed back to the warehouse before he continued to walk forwards. "I'll keep you words in mind, Sir Cry."