'The time has come'.
Having finally broken through the Wall, Victor was now free to extract his revenge on Taryn. Gazing out into the vast and unfamiliar expanse of Taryn's consciousness, he relished this moment. 'Soon I will be free. And you will be mine', he thought as he contemplated his plan. Victor would have to be careful. He knew Levi's consciousness by heart, and he would be stepping into uncharted territory now. It was a dangerous and potentially fatal venture, but the reward of freedom at last and the slaughter to come was too great to ignore. He stepped past the boundary separating his bleak stone prison from Taryn. Unsurprisingly, there were no armed subconscious security agents waiting for him. Taryn obviously lacked the type of mental conditioning that Levi so irritatingly mastered. The fact that the Wall still stood, however, showed that she had some sort of mental discipline. But not enough to contain him. Cautiously, Victor reached out into Taryn's subconscious with his icy cold presence, slowly but surely wrestling control of Levi's body from Taryn. He laughed maniacally as Taryn attempted to resist, but all her efforts were in vain.
It was only a matter of time
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Levi, whose vision was beginning to clear, was alerted to what sounded like himself yelling out in pain. He turned his head to look towards the spike cage Takashi had erected and saw Taryn, in his body, gripping 'her' head. He watched in pure terror as he saw his body's green eyes turn solid black.
Victor!?
Oh, God. Oh no. Not now. Anytime but now, he thought frantically. Levi cursed himself for not realizing the threat Victor posed without his mental training to keep him in check. He had become confident that Victor would never show his face again; it was nearly a year and a half since he felt his presence. He had fallen into a false sense of security, and now everyone would pay the price.
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Victor grinned as he took full control of Levi's body. Quickly, he took in the situation around him as he stretched his arms. He stood next to Eric trapped in a prison made of red spikes, similar to those that the one he knew as Jason made. The creator of the spikes stood near the cyborg, Requiem, who was severely injured before him. Most interestingly, Taryn (at least, her body) lay slightly limp against the wall, staring at him. It seemed that this man was intent on killing his prey. Victor would not let that pass. Not at all. "You know," he called out with his deep, distinctive British voice. "I'm afraid you're treading on my territory, Keyholder. These people are mine to slaughter," he added with menace.
Summoning magnetic energy to his hands, Victor unleashed a powerful, omni-directional blast that blew away a majority of the spikes and sending Alex-Eric flying to the wall. As his solid black gaze flickered back to Takashi, his wicked grin returned. "I've always wanted to kill a Keyholder. This will be fun, if I do say so myself," he said with a hint of glee.
