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Silas had sat outside the lab the whole time like he had planned, waiting for some sign of how things had been going. Nothing. He didn’t even go into standby as he waited, thinking that the moment he did, Bellamy would be finished. So when he heard the sudden commotions in the lab, he jumped up, ready to just bust in. The door was opened, Kamski standing there, blocking him as their eyes met. Neither of them said anything before the man was simply stepping past the alpha, not even giving him another look. This seemed to be all the permission that Silas needed to go in, making sure to avoid getting hit by the wings that were flapping in a panicked manner, making a mess of the lab.

“Bellamy. Bellamy!” He called out, trying to approach his omega, the scent of pine now slowly starting to roll off of him in an attempt to catch his attention. He was ready for a possible punishment for what he had done but, he could care less at the moment about that. He needed to get the blond calmed down enough so he could try and talk with him.

The voice had the hacker’s hands pausing in what they were doing, hovering over the keyboard as gold dusted electric blue eyes stared almost blankly at the screen of coding. Inside the mind palace, Silas slowly turned his head, looking at the white haired android, seeing how he was almost completely integrated with the environment, vines forcing their way between his plating and wrapped tightly around him, denting him. Back in reality, Mordecai slowly got up, knowing that he should answer the door. At the same time, maybe he could pretend that he wasn’t home.

Slowly, silently, he moved toward the door, his eyes narrowed as if he could see the police android on the other side. “W̶͖̫̺ͅh̵̞̖̯̺a̴̻͎̩̖t̴̜͚̥ͅ ̵̡͎̦͍h̷̝̲̪̱a̶̯̮͇̠p̶̧̹̠͈p̷̧̗͓̠e̶̺̙͓̠n̵̡̬̥̟s̸͍̦̮͚ ̴̡͉͓̮i̵̤̬̠̠f̶̮̗͙̯ ̵͎͚̱̪Ḭ̸̥͕̱ ̸̡̤͈̪d̴̨̬͍̻o̴̟̥̞̫ņ̶̠͜ͅ'̸̠̲̻̙t̸̩͉͔̫ ̷̡̺̳̝o̶̝̹̟̺p̵̢̝̩̺e̸͎͕̪̺n̷̡̳͉̺ ̶̡̰̣ͅị̴̧͎̝t̴̤̙͈͇?̷̲͉̙̙” He questioned, his voice sounding to have dropped in pitch. A mistake on Silas’ part for not attempting to sound like Mordecai. Why should he have to try and hide though? If Fiver was here, he surely knew what was really going on, so why stall the inevitable any longer? “Y̴̥̘̭ͅo̶͎̺̜̖u̶̠͎̯̠ ̴̡̡̧͍j̴̨͙̝ͅu̸̘͓͍͙s̵͕̬̞ͅt̵͕͙͍ͅ ̵̧͉̥ͅg̴̟̫̦͕o̸̬͉̼̙i̴̢̙̙̰n̶̨͚͍͜g̴̙̖͇̯ ̴̡̧̱͇t̴̥̬̦̭ǫ̴̘̥͜ ̴̘̲̣͍ḅ̴̢̨̱u̷̢͎̖͎s̸̢̰̞͍t̷̢̞̣̫ ̶̗̖̮̻i̸͈̪͎͓n̴̹̘͎̞ ̷̠͙͕͙h̸̜̻͔ͅe̸̡̼̺͕r̴̗̭͙̯e̵̡̤͔̥ ̷̬͍̠̰w̶̪̱͔ͅẖ̷͉̲̟e̸̳̣̟̦n̵̖̟̝̬ ̷͖̲̞ͅI̶͉̞̗̪ ̷̺̼̞̲c̶̢͔̫̟o̸̟̘͕̝u̴̪͚̟̞l̶̠̖̻͉d̶̨͚͉̤ ̵̖͕̥͇p̶̙̘̬͍o̶͍̘̻̼s̷̭͕̖̺s̶͇̼̯̹i̵̖̣͍̣b̶̜̞͍̖l̸͉̫̝̭y̴̱̼̤̝ ̶͖̟̦ͅh̸͉̘͜͜a̴̡͇͇͜v̸̦̙͕̩e̸̹̜̘͜ ̶̤͔̗̪a̶̬̖͎͍ ̷̤͉͈͈g̷͇̝̳͓u̸̡͓̭̪n̴̻̼̰̠ ̴̟͍̙͜p̶̮̖̜͉o̷̖̣̗͓i̸̠̰̭͍n̷̢̥̦̥t̴̜̮̤̠e̵̡̳̝̗d̴̯̦͜ͅ ̸͓̥͎͚ạ̸̬̺̹n̷̨͉͔͖d̵̤͚̤ͅ ̵̧̲̦͜r̵̘̻̠̥e̷̢̼̳̪a̸̭̬̟̯d̴̡̧͚̲y̶̜̪͕͜ ̷͉̱̫͈f̴̦̩̻͉ǫ̸͕͍͙r̵̥͕͖͖ ̸̢͉̘̞y̵̢̰̜̼o̸̤͙̥̦u̴͉̩̦̜?̵̬̰̹͜” He doubted the police android would fall for his bluff but, it didn’t hurt to try.

With night having fallen upon the snow covered city, it sent the world into a eerie darkness, the sounds of the city were dim, white noise to someone who lived there. The cold wind ruffled platinum hair but it carried away nothing from him, everything inside him felt still and as cold as the night around him. This was the place, he'd been honing in on it and with the help of Mordecai, he had finally pinned it down, now it was just a matter of dealing with the alpha inside. He had no doubts about being able to defeat Silas, but it had to be more brutal than before. He had to punish, to strike fear and put a statement of what would happen if someone decided to harm Spencer. He stared up at the building before him, a looming ghost in the night.

He moved forward, sliding through the doors that appeared to have once been chained and bolted shut, but evidence that it had been broken into was evident. He easily melted into the darkness of the station, he moved with methodical slowness, losing his boots in the process. He could move easier on bare feet and they made no sound over the old floor. He could navigate the darkness with ease, he'd been denied his eyesight time and time again, making his other senses rise to the occassion of awareness of the world around him. All too soon, he bitched a majority of his clothes, they seemed to rustle faintly far too much for what needed to be done here, leaving him in his boxer briefs in the cold air of the abandoned station.

It wasn't too long before he picked up the scent, heavy in rut, not a good sign, especially with it being stale. He had already shut down most of his processes, locking him into an iota state until he deemed himself ready to let himself be found. For now, he followed the trail, hearing the slight squeak of hinges as a door was being shut. Up ahead there was a dim light, standing like a beacon in the darkness, too dim to be seen from outside but enough to give away the form of none other than the man he hunted. When Silas turned away, Fiver reached out, a pale hand escaping the inky blackness of the building, shadows clinging desperately to the fingers, reluctant to part with the being inside it. Skin deactivated along the tips of Fiver's fingers right before they brushed like a cold, ghostly touch on the nape of Silas' neck.

Such a brief touch was all Fiver needed to get into Silas' systems, embedding himself like a virus that slipped under the radar. Just like that though, Fiver pulled away, retreating back into his hiding. Now that he had infected Silas, it was time to toy with his prey a little. To start things off, the door that Silas had closed seemed to vanish, leaving Silas in a lone spotlight in a sea of the abyss. The walls no longer seemed to be there, leaving Silas to brave stepping out of the circle of light or to stay there.

It felt like no time had passed between being discovered and the knocks on the door. Silas had been moving about his apartment, trying to make sure everything was in order, already trying to open the window with the fire escape. It seemed he was too late though as he heard Fiver’s voice on the other side of his door. He frowned, knowing that at this point, there was probably no running, thought that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep trying as he struggled with the window. He should just bust it open but the noise would cause Fiver to come in faster.

“Sorry, we don’t want what you’re selling.” He called, lifting as hard as he could. It seemed with the cold weather, it had either froze the window shut or the wood had warped slightly, making it stick and be near impossible to open. “Go away or else.” Okay, so maybe threatening Fiver wasn’t the smartest thing to do in this moment but, he was frustrated and to be honest, he was going to try and find Spencer before Fiver had shown up, try and cause some last minute chaos before the inevitable happened.

Silas had been in the middle of conversing with one of his neighbors about something he really didn’t care about when he picked up on his omega’s scent. Hazel eyes shifted to catch a glace at the other only to turn his attention back to his neighbor. “Yes, well, I’m not really one fo-or…” Had he actually heard that come from Bellamy’s mouth. And did his voice actually just crack bec “For social gatherings.” He slowly turned his head to look at the blond, his voice dropping in pitch, taking on a slight growl to it before slowly looking back at the person at his door. “Sorry but, I’ve had something come up. Perhaps we can talk about this at a different time.” They wouldn’t as Silas would probably never get in contact with this person again. Before they had even finished saying good bye, Silas was closing the door, turning to look at his omega once more. “Care to repeat what you said?”

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Silas stepped into the apartment that he shared with Bellamy, stretching slightly as he let a yawn escape him. Another day of hard work and so far, things were going according to plan without a hitch. He had yet to be figured out and that’s how he wanted things to stay until he was ready to expose himself because by that point, it would be too late to fix it. He stepped into the bedroom, expecting to get some quality time with Bellamy that he had honestly been lacking recently only to pause, taking in the sight before him. He didn’t move closer as he stared at the blond, analyzing every detail of how he looked, before finally speaking, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame.

“What are you up to?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly as he kept his hazel eyes fixated on Bellamy.

Silas stood in the park, having been expecting Bellamy to come by at any moment. They hadn’t planned on meeting as he had planned on surprising him with a visit to him, but the other was late. He checked his internal clock with an almost irritated sigh, his arms crossed over his chest. Suddenly, his ears were picking up on something that sounded close but not close enough to truly understand what was said. Still, his curiosity was peaked so, he tried to track down where he had heard the sound.

The closer he got to where the sound had come from, the more he picked up on the scent of a distressed omega. Typically, that would push people away but, the LS100 continued forward, as something about the scent seemed familiar. He couldn’t place what though.