Beckett Manor

Alex laughed and yanked her wrists from his grasp, "The day you died, this house became mine!" she spat.

A devious smirk spread across Cutler's lips. "It seems I'm not dead now," he retorted. "I suggest you leave my manor before a rope is tied around that beautiful neck of yours."

Camilla's eyes shot to the door as she heard a large bang against the wall. "Did you hear that?" she whispered to Charles. "It came from the room down the hallway," she said before leaving the room and entering a new bedroom. Her eyes fell on the woman she saw in the streets and Beckett at her side. "What's going on here?"

"Ahh, but it seems you are! and besides, you wouldn't want to kill me." She smiled, "I have something you want!"

Cutler arched an eyebrow. "What could you possibly have that I would want?"

Alex smirked, "I know where the fountain of youth is!"

Charles entered the room behind Camilla. "Do you now? Well, isn't that helpful."

Alexandria looked at the new man, "Who the hell are you?"

"It seems that we can come to some kind of agreement and we could end up in good terms. It would be extremely...generous of you if you were to assist me in finding the fountain." He snapped his hands behind his back. "This is Colonel Charles Bordon, he's very well respected...among his kind," he added coolly.

Charles bowed his head slightly. "Pleasure, I'm sure."

Alex gave him a puzzled look, "And why would I help you!" It took her everything in her to be mean to him, for some reason she could remember what she liked about him. Alex looked at Charles and rolled her eyes.

"Because, you wouldn't let an innocent civilian get killed for something you could have prevented." Cutler whipped out his gun and aimed it towards Camilla. "Would you?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Camilla blinked. "I don't know why I didn't expect this," she muttered.

Alex rolled her eyes, "I heard the whole story! She's cursed, therefore that means she's all ready dead!"

Cutler chuckled darkly. "That's unfortunate. Well, I always wanted to witness somebody return from the dead," he said, before aiming the gun at her stomach and pulling the trigger.
"Now that that's done with. I suggest you help me, before something terrible happens to your beloved Jack," he said carelessly. "Your choice."

Camilla was thrown backwards from the shot. "Bastard," she said breathlessly. Camilla fell to her knees, clutching her stomach. "I can still feel the pain," she said bitterly.

Alex got a worried look on her face, "You wouldn't touch him!"

"Trust me when I say that I will do what I have to do," he said, pursing his lips.

Charles' eyes widened when as soon as Beckett pulled the trigger. The bastard actually shot her. He knelt down next to her. "She's cursed?" he whispered, keeping his eyes on Camilla as she struggled with the wound.

"I only wish I were really dying," she said under her breath.

Cutler cocked his gun once more. "I'm only here to help," he said, smirking. He fired his gun once more to her chest.

Alex grabbed her gun, and then looked at Camille and then shot Cutler, "How does it feel?" She asked as she shot him again, "You touch Jack and I will kill you again myself!"

Cutler winced and his lips curled into a grin. "Fortunately, I heal much faster than Camilla over here," he said, turning his head to the side to spit blood on the hard wood floor. "I never liked this room anyway," he said under his breath. "But I can do as I like. And truthfully, I may just kill Jack even if we didn't need your help."

The breath was now knocked out of Camilla, causing her to fall on her back. "Bastard," she muttered, her body convulsing slightly.

Charles caught her before she hit the floor. "I don't understand it," he said, frowning. "Why doesn't she heal has fast as you?"