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alkmi
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posted November 22, 2005 03:56 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for alkmi     Edit/Delete Message
last september i did stuff. soo...
um what';s your sign? mine is Stop. I do, however, have yield rising.

"what's mikal's problem?"
"oh, you know, the Norm."

HUH??

DUH??

It's one of those old pissy gaijin things. He's tired o' splaining.

"he's sidereal and thinks all of our clocks are off. he's so cold...it's TWENTY THREE DEGREES where ever he is. He thinks it;s a waste of time to talk to us cause he thinks we're all lia--"

wait. i never said that. i only said that, well, Tropic of Cancer is a gob of spit in teh face of Art. It;s what i choose to care about, now, for me. You know the body is like mostlywater? can you stand it.

i can barely stand it. and while many peopel are looking at Uranus in Aquarius and sayinG WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE I am just thinking about how i feel sorry for jane Roberts and feel like Linda Goodman deserves CONGRATULATIONS. And I think...


Aquarius is NOT the rebellious one. The calcified judgments of teh dark side of the age of pisces, howver, might have said that aquarius was a rebel -- as aquarius KNOWS what pisces insists can't be proven and goes on to sometimes (Kurt Cobain) destroy itself BELIEVEING but rejecting thr proof of. Aquarius knows what makes sense --and as we look atthe turblulent insanity and chrinic delusionof the world of the end of the age of pisces -- ending as it does while Aquarius MOTORS AND ROARS full tilty into the time of enlightened relaisation -- it occurs that Aquarius is not really a rebel.


let's say all the peopel are rusing in to the turnpike with nerf lances. Aquarius says...hmm..maybe I will stay over here and watch.

"Coward!" SPLAT!
"Rebel! Why can't you do as we do?" SQUITCH!!
"Don't you have a mustard seed's worth of --" SPLATCH!

aquarius has a digital camera and takes gory pictures -- as she has LOST her VOICE telling people who simply believe dotherwise and then rushed off for their ecciting and oh so mysterious Date With Doom (self-undoing -- pisces.)

"aquarius, you damn rebel. we believe in our souls! what do you wanna live for every?" SPLATT! SQUISH...

and it's 2012.


"i don't like Mikal. he doesn't make any sense. doesn't he respect the Norm? why can't he Just Settle Down?" Jenna winced. (who's JENNA? Oh..."

OTHER FAMOUS SHOWOFFS include Titian, Michaelangelo, Dali and GOD.

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posted November 22, 2005 03:57 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for alkmi     Edit/Delete Message
"I don't like Mikal. How can he claim to see something in the sky that we don't? i got clinets and bills to pay, and ya know, i can't see Jupiter out the window but i cansure see the fridge getting empty. Gotta buy chicken, fish, beef...they have good veal at the PukeMart."

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posted November 22, 2005 03:59 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for alkmi     Edit/Delete Message
"i just don't like Mikal. I think he is selfish. Or something. how DARE he say that there is something in the sky that doesn't...
"well just skip it. You know...the more things change themore they stay the same. or something. What? Oh, he has a skin condition..i don't want to talk about him anymore. About your chart and my fee:"

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posted November 22, 2005 04:28 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for alkmi     Edit/Delete Message
ps: ignore this: FNORD
mikal marques devalia dares you to lexigramm him

sun: gemini
moon: aries, conjunct saturn
venus: taurus
mars: scorpio (direct just fresh out of retrograde!)
jupiter: virgin
uranus: NOT SURE!
neptune: NOT SURE!
pluto: VIRGO
chiron: aries/pisces?
dob: 7/8/69

your watch is off 23 degrees.

Phaeton's descent Tilted the Earth.
I THINK I CARE.

today's whether:

uranus in aquarius
mars in aries
pluto in scorpio

in scary whether news:
september 2 2005: pluto resumes direct motion in SIDEREAL scorpio.

may all your charts be more accurate. may you thank me later. or FNORD.

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Ten Shadows: CITY TALES

Dedicated to
Doug

A Writer.

“I, You, We, go down.”


Introduction
hey! you can't be a poet. you don't have a license. uh, oh, it's the elemental plane of ******** ! climb onto your **** rockets, faggots, it's time to blasst off to Planet Poop.


Welcome to Ten Shadows.

There is no such place as Ten City.

There is no such place as Shadow City.

Like Superman and other fictional beings – these characters do NOT EXIST.

None of them are the slightest bit real – they come from the place writers get ideas.

That being said welcome to a world of strange powers and bizarre stories where the unexpected is often expected. Welcome to a huge multiverse contained in two sister cities that, yes, are analogues for New York and Boston – but aside from that are simply settings for fictional characters to do what fictional characters can do – the utterly impossible.

Enjoy!

Some have called this genre “Christian Science Fiction.” The Author would like to cryptically neither confirm or deny these rumors, wink sagely, and dedicate the whole work to the late Douglas Adams.

You live on in the hearts of those of us who got the deepest jokes. And we appreciate the apology. See you at Milliways, perhaps.

M. Marques Howard

October, 2004

I remain TOTALLY conscious of child abuse. The United States: the child abuser of the ******* world. Cold, harsh policies of blanketing death.

All under the pretence of a Christianity that is far more beautiful and graceful than the American has aloowed it to manifest – almost at all – in its more than two hundred years of Constitutional existence. This pattern of child abuse is common – so common…

The abused child learns to become insane as a result of being abused repeatedly by the one who says they love them.

The African slave at the end of the civil war says “we want our masters back” because they have been disassociated from what they once knew – a connection to the land.

The native American drowns in a bottle because there was a way of life so close to perfect – and everywhere they look are those who conquered and what recourse have they? It may in fact be better in the bottle when we consider what the environmental situation of 1619 might have been…compared to the environmental situation of 2016 – “--If This Goes On--”

The battered wife insists that her husband’s continual slaps punches, kicks, bites, and burn marks are proof of her love until the day she snaps and defends herself.

Then the man is dead and the woman goes to prison – for life.

All because the United States of America has INSTITUTIONALISED abuse. Can you disprove this?

Can you look back through history and disprove the existence
-Of the whipped and beaten African (they had it coming, says

-The Patriarchal Dictator model.)

-Of the native American
-Of the abused wife imprisoned for finally lashing out?

-Of the Japanese descendant of those who were in internment camps who bitterly remembers and buries the grief, almost dehumanizing racist anguish, somewhere deep inside?
And beneath it all, the child.

When the same chronic patterns of social malaise take place year after year and there seem to be no major improvements – we can see that there is a chronic problem – the American family is not in a crucible – the HUMAN family is in a crucible on automatic meltdown.

BOOM BOOM: Early Indigo

The girl was smart. She was intelligent at a very young age and showing it.

Look at the pictures of the smile becoming less and less vibrant and real, more and more buried under bitter frown lines, twisted grief of being alone.

And they fed her. To shut her up. Her name?

Freedom. Fairness. Compassion. Love.

--things that the Patriarchalist’s model of domination must suppress.

And these qualities are sewn, frozen into something we are deceived into thinking we must be proud of. How many times you pledege alliegnce to the republic which the American flag is said to epresent – well….look.

Now you have a fully fledged police state that has tendrils in every nation in the world --


One.

The Adventures of Major Malfunction and Captain Suicide

04:33 am - the adventure begins
STAT H. Q.

We are the agents of STAT.

STAT: Security, Tyranny, Aggression and Terror.

Our mission: to go out into the world and find peaceful people and make their lives an utter hell.

We are trained professionals. Little children, puppy dogs and kittens, grandmothers -- no one is immune to our STAT-tactics, STAT-strategy and overall campaign to control humanity and maintain a mentality of utter brooding panic.
We are STAT.

Since the 1960s we have worked in secret. You've never heard of us until now and well, now it doesn't matter because we have been infiltrated and all our plans, all our hard work has come to utter ruin.

My comrades in arms are dead in a horrible trail of blood behind me. I am the last one alive and i am running for my life because i know HE is coming to finish me.

I watched them all die from inside our special STAT combat vehicle provided by the secret Shadow Government of Earth. I watched the screen as one by one they all died.

It was HIM.

No one knows where he came from: an elusive man without a past. Agent twelve was the first to go. HE cut Twelve down in the mens' room: it was horrible and I watched from remote cameras. our entire organization has been compromised and I have quit running. I don't know where he is but I can feel him coming for me so I had to make this report. I have no way of knowing if anyone will see it. I am certain that HE will go after our superiors next. I can feel death coming to take me away...

we have a system of sophisticated and top secret mind influencing devices in bases all over the world: in Stockholm, Las Vegas and Argentina.

With these special bases we control the minds of billions of people who have no way of knowing they are being influenced to do our bidding. it has been the job of STAT to secure these bases and see to their maintanance. since 1969 we have been successful.

one man took down my whole team and --

it was horrible as i watched Agent Forty-Two die in an alley. the fight was over so quickly i couldn't believe it.

as the shock registered on Forty-Two's face his eyes opened wide.

"...Who...ARE...you?"

The black man smiled.

"I am Major Malfunction."


"I Am Major Malfunction"

“The kingdom…is within you…”

“no..don’t leave me..” Ananda sobbed between gritted teeth morosely, desperately.” Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me…WHAT kingdom?”

“(cough)…the Kingdom…”

Ananda looked both ways, pulled up her collar high and plastered a smile on. She looked both ways again, and smiled. She was beautiful and she smiled, she smile dhard in the bitter January wind. It stung her cheeks, that were like apples, as the tears ran hot she could see the steam rising…she was detail oriented…but the Major had been as well. It wa stime to go home and stay in deep seclusion for a while..it was all over…aand Major Malfunction was dead.

It had been their final run.

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posted November 22, 2005 04:30 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for alkmi     Edit/Delete Message
Crucial Fiction
continues

I watched them like a hawk.

For years these ******** have been doing a number on the people of Earth and that number is 666.

Their goal: total domination of all people on earth via sophisticated, cunning energy based technology that numbs the human being's natural urge to resist tyranny. I knew what i had to do but I watched them carefully.

through the 1970s and 1980s i watched as they - the STAT - did whatever they could to maintain total invisibility while setting up their system of mind control technology bases aided by grim hostile extraterrestrials.

But I knew I was immune. what was it about me? I became an army of billions in the body of one man: i was determined to liberate the people of earth from what they were programmed not to believe existed: the evil mind machines of STAT.

I was determined.

I trained.

I trained and outfitted myself to the teeth and the gills with all the tools I would need to take these ******** out.

It is a war I may never win.

They are easily killed but numerous and they are insidious.


lately i have begun to see signs.

From my radio call in talk show on the world wide web called Live On Line (LOL) I carefully troll my callers and make note when they begin to show signs of breaking free from the mind control.

And lately I have begun to see and hear signs of hope.

I have killed thousands of the secret agents of STAT. I have demolished their secret bases: wherever I travel all over the world I do what I can to slip in; kill as many agents as I can and wreck the mind controlling transmitters.

STAT serve no nation: they are determined to do nothing short of control the entire globe. I alone heard the gigantic saucers hovering over the cities of earth on July 5, 1998, when their insidious Conspiracy began in earnest. I had been monitoring their actions and terminating their agents whenever I could
But the aliens were a new wrinkle. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.

i knew that there were extradimensionals and extraterrestials involved in world takeover plans and I knew that they did not have good human interest. But the idea that gigantic space crafts could be hovering over Every major city on theglobe, invisible and inaudible to all humans made me panic, if but momentarily.

I was scared for maybe five minutes and then from deep inside myself a voice said ALL OUT ULTIMATE ASS KICK!

It was time for Major Malfunction to go into all out Avenger mode.

the ships are huge and i always hear their massive hum. the wavelength their camoflage generates on is practically undetectible to "Normal" human senses -- it is the same basis as the secret 'bases' they control and use to manipulate humanity.

05:12 am

BLAM BLAM BLAM.

i press the button and the electric door gives HIM -- oh, it has to be HIM -- a seventythousand watt jolt. but i know it's futile.

i look at the camera. he is laying there, smoking, not moving.

revolver.

i push open the door and --

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"Well that was easy." I step over him, he has a brand new bindi now, with blood coming out. Nice shot, Major.

When you are in an army of one you have to congratulate yourself.

i sit down at the controls. It only takes a little while to look over the schematics of their mission here.

hmm...here in Ten City their plans included using telephone and clock towers to broadcast subconscious messages of race hatred to sow tension and misery. unsuprising: the STAT Secret Heirarchy has been fomenting disunity between races since the 1880s.

i send them a really nasty virus (note on viruses: all viruses are really nasty. No such thing as a nice happy sweet sugary loving virus. Nonetheless in this case I mean a REALLY NASTY virus. So think of all the really nasty things you know. Times tow. That’s what the ******* deserved and by God that is what they ******* got. Shitheads.) and then leave a friendly package of plastique in the van. No one is nearby because these missions are always like this. these STAT agents practically INVENTED the art of manipulation of millions with ******** . i think their computers will be running scared for a little while: it's a drop in a pretty deep bucket but it's a drop. little by little...

i don't enjoy killing but the non-earthers have made these humans puppets. they can't be reasoned with: and they have lost any humanity they may have once had: programmed enforcers for alien beings with a world dominating agenda.

as i leave the van behind i am thinking: I wish i could get up to that ship. Insane? You think I’m insane for wanting to do exactly that? Do you KNOW what I am talking about

Things that would have horrified H. P. Lovecraft into self willed nocommunicative illiteracy. BAD. No good in it. They HATE the eath and everything she’s produced!

one day they will come after me: it's been three years and i am yet to be hassled.

of course i am always hassled. I mean directly. Their very existence is a hassle to me.

the van explodes as i am looking up into the sky at the gigantic saucer. what is that color? it is like a black rainbow, or like coruscating black light. intensely creepy. but one more STAT team has bitten the dust.

as i leave the area i am still freaked out by the deep knowledge that NO ONE BUT ME and of course, the hypnotized STAT agents i have been killing off, can see the alien vessels.

it's always the same.


now i am on the el heading towards city hall. i have some light demolition to do involving STAT mind machine beam transmission towers that I am rather looking forward to – but I am looking forward to this like something one really has had to do for a long time – looking forward to it like a desperate need to evac the bowel rather than a birthday party or a wedding.

TOWERS. Grrr... it's always the same. i am never dealing with obvious federal agents: and if i did i would -- well all i can say is it's never "Suits" like the Feds, never badges. always these STAT guys in their black suits. i have one now too: the guy I tool it from will never ever need clothes again. It’s a nice suit too. Yeah. You got it. A Black suit. But I am telling you these guys were…not…feddies.

They died though. Oh yeah.

but it's CREEPY. I just must be sort of...naturally resistant.

as time was approaching I asked myself all sorts of questions.

isn't killing always wrong?

i still think it's wrong.

i feel sickened with what I have done – I mean, I have a trail of dead STAT agents behind me like most people have – ugh. I basically feel corrupt now, but maybe, just maybe if people can wake up -- if i can disrupt enough of their --

I am listening to the radio here on the train. Underground. It's a decent radio to pick up from all the way down here. World news, wars and rumors of wars. Same old **** .

05:39 pm:
the God of Killing Evil Stupid ThingsSo i am at the cafe with Marc Z.

now this part is sort of hard to follow because, well I will put it this way. My name is Mark. Major Malfunction. I’ve been telling you the story of my life up til now This guy who I am introducing to you hear hangs out at this café we frequent called Shock. His name is MARC as in Marcus.

He’s…well his name sounds the same when you say it --- and sometimes – actually at the café when someone is calling him – I don’t know, k sounds just like ‘c’ on the end of a name – nonetheless when someone yells out for him I know not to turn, and when someone is calling me he knows it’s someone calling my name. is it because he’s a Republican and I’m a Democrat?

Anyway --

"Really...the whole thing's obvious. And it all makes sense."

"what do you mean?" Marc is jaded. Drinks way too much coffee.

"Well, someone has to be in charge. Logically if the government was actually a Democracy; nothing would get accomplished. Constitutional Republic simply makes it so the wheels of society run smoothly and the trains run on time. It's really just academic: that whole ‘vox populi vox Dei’ **** was never meant to be taken seriously. It was Bread and Circuses -- it was throwing the ‘proles a bone so they would bend over and get ruled. There's no Democracy. Democracy is impossible, but as long as people BELIEVE that there is, they will show up and vote. Which is to say, as I said before, bend over and get ruled. Makes the world a better place.”

"It really doesn't matter who gets elected--"

We both smoke a lot. Chains.

"--the point is that the people aren't in charge. The presidents aren't in charge, the veeps aren't in charge, the secretaries aren't in charge: the Constitutional Republic is in charge. If anyone rules the world, it's Plato."

"Ruling from the underworld with skeletal hands...we are all the prisoners of his centuries - old setup."

Marc cocked an eyebrow.

"You make it sound as if it's a bad thing. humans are apes, Mark, they need to be controlled by people who know what has to be done -- they need to be controlled and simply put, Plato was a genius, ahead of his time. Hell,” added Marc, sucking his cigaret end and staring directly at me from behind his russet locks, “if he were born today he would still be a man among men, in front of the pack. A leader, a king, even."

I explain my theory that the famous syndicated Conservative talk show host is the reincarnation of Plato. Marc smirks and then he snorts. "Well even if the whole idea of reincarnation were not a load of absolute rubbish that would be absurd. That guy is nowhere near on the level of Plato."

"But he's the foremost speaker -- the most potent proponent of Republicanism that there is!"

"Bull! And the GOP doesn't need proponents. It is what it is, basically the only way to do business. Wait: I'll trade you my Sentra for the bone in your nose. I know it has some sort of hoodoo - voodoo shamanic value to you."

I don't have a bone in my nose: Marc is trying to be funny.

Strictly speaking Marc is not my friend.

I just know him and don’t despise him. He has value—for all his cynicism he has worth, he’s cynical and snide and if I ever let on that I knew that all that coldness is just to protect his damaged and sugary heart – his deep down mommy-loving niceness – well I won’t let on cause then he would act even meaner to cover up and it would ruin the conversations.

Being a mercenary vigilante is really boring.

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No one really understands – Marc has no idea – anyway, he’s someone to talk to about philosophy.

And that’s that. Just someone to talk to. He's totally under the influence of STAT tech and so in discussion here at the cafe I dance around the subject with him.

We discuss world politics, and of course for him business is booming. He doesn't see a thing wrong.

I am often put in the position of wondering what life on Earth would be like without the ships, without the beam weapons, without STAT and the Shadow Government. Would Marc STILL be an ******* ? I wonder -- he might lighten up and actually begin to like people.

This is only part of why I must fight. It is like I was made to kill them. The times I have screwed up totally and walked away – it makes me think that some God of Killing Evil Stupid Things is watching over me.

All the secret work i do -- all the lives i have taken --- the foregone conclusion is that the hold on the earth of these horrible beings can be broken and that humans will blink a bit --

holy **** !

There is a feeling like the air pressure around my head has dropped:

like my eardrums are collapsing.

It doesn't hurt but there is something very strange going on.

I look at Marc and at that moment he says "I REALLY have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

That's okay with me -- people who are under the influence get on my nerves and EVERYONE is under the influence.

Here in Ten City the situation is using the beams to create race hatred and blind jingo patriotism. why was i born this way? i wonder.

it has gone beyond paranoia. The paranoids -- i know them. i stopped hanging out with them because they SUSPECT that something is going on. But they don’t BELIEVE it – they think – well they almost think – they almost believe it but they think they are crazy to believe it and so they are relegated to the position of useless self shackling paranoids who say “well this might not be real but –“

it’s a waste of time to deal with them and I learned pretty quick.

Being a quick learner has saved my life.

But I can see the ships: i have dealt with STAT who slither in the shadows. i have actually done things: i feel like **** -- i feel like my heart is covered in actual **** but i do things. And in truth it is really just particulate soot…

i tap a little note into my journal about the wave i had just felt. It is no fun.

The paranoids spend their time trying to convince others (who are totally enslaved and CAN'T admit it) that there is a conspiracy and a cover up. but they themselves are working on intuition – nothing wrong with intuition but they WON’T BACK UP THEIR RESEARCH! they repeatedly get their feelings hurt and end up becoming wrecks, maybe even telling themselves that they felt nothing. I have pretty much given up trying with them and that is why I kill STAT agents and wreck their bases, wreck their ******* transmitters.

I HATE doing this. I love people – believe it or not – I know it sounds like a total contradiction but l love people –

It ISN’T a contradiction Grrr…are they getting to me too? This is sick and they have twsted and perverted the minds of – this is nightmare in the waking day.

That’s why I do this. That is why my hands are stained with their blood – because I love the people who they pervert with their evil technology.

STAT. I will kill them and kill them until they are no more. I will remain –

Major Malfunction.

It’s boring but I get a lot of free stuff. They get – from where I have few ideas – all kinds of whacky tech **** and every time I kill a carload of these fuckwads that I am convinced are ET puppets I get more bonuses, premiums, night vision goggles--- I have a side thing going on where I give away computers to punk rock kids – just leave the **** there where they will take it – clean it out, make it untraceable they think there’s a computer fairy but it’s just little old me, Major Malfunction, creating a little balance in this ******* invisible war that the good guys – of which there are damn few and nigh awning ankh aging amino by the GODS what I'd be doing if this weren't necessary --

-- Almost everyone is a lurching slave and they smile blankly. no one has been able to talk to me about it --

there are a few different faces.

face one is my face which is studied and calm. i smile at the right moment but i am never happy. happy? i was happy when i was...four...five...

another face is the fake smile of 'everything is just fine.’

i have seen it on all sorts of faces and well, it's not a real smile but it wants you to believe in it. i work overtime because, well, i don't know what these aliens are about but I have a hard time thinking they want to usher us into Utopia. if they were pals they would show themselves.

there are other faces...

but people are paralyzed. the weapons work too efficently.

i ask myself how i manage to resist, to be the only one who knows and will fight back. all those agents -- where do they get those guys. i have met with suits. they don't know what i am up to which is why i work right here in Ten City.

badges...it's never badges. at least not yet. i mean, i have to believe in God, every day.

a god bigger than the religions, a god too big to keep in any book. a god wiser than any man, a God that has a good heart and cares about us.

maybe we are being tested, maybe this is the wheat being separated from the chaff. i don't know what it is but i know i walk through a hypnotized world. i am the only one.

all alone.

Marc comes back out, pays for his coffee and leaves without comment.

this is a nightmare. i pray for the next generations: i pray for the children of tomorrow and the years to come because this conspiracy is BAD and they must have a world to live in where they can grow up free and innocent.

i won't conceive a child in this world. people go on breeding...there MUST be a free world for tomorrow. there MUST be a tomorrow.

and it can't be like this. this is a nightmare.

i am cool inside. as if my mind is utterly set. i have to fight evil and win, i must break through and break down the machine so that people can see and become free.

i think about moses every day.

moses lived to free people from tyranny and was successful but he didn't get to enter the sacred tabernacle. and i feel as if i have become corrupt from this struggle.

I AM Major Malfunction.

The heros face the dilemmas of life or death – protect or destroy – how much? Are we jdugemental? Do we understand? Have we taken too much into our own hands? Have we stood back and doen nothing for too long? Because they are precisely not quite real – they live in flatland but only somewhat – the lies and delusions of the real world where cosntumned heroes do not fly and save the day serve as a philosophical backdrop – what happens to the liar who knows they are lying to hurt anbother the way they have been hurt? What happens when individual free will is denied in the name of emergency – or even love?

We venture, following the fantastical heroes of the two weird cities

TWO.


Bug and Werewolf
--a love story

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”--couch more magnificent.”

--- from Thanaopsis, William Cullen Bryant, 1794-1878


i was watching teevee with him the first night the attacks got televised on channel 19.

it was some ugly **** .

basically punks walk into a seven eleven and just start tearing into the people there. ripping throats and **** . killed like five people. and 'acted' like vampires. it was nothing like any movie where the vampires are cool. they just basically robbed a seven eleven.

"why did they take the cash, too?'

"cause they're poseurs, dude. No such thing as vampires, man."

"but, finn..."

marc stared at the screen, i guess like a lot of other people all over shadow city were staring at their screens in various states of panic, denial and blood terror. 'those...those are vampires, right there."
'bull...they’re poseurs. They’re killers...are they cannibals?'

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and we watched the tape. (yeah he taped it. marc is a freak and that's why this **** gets so ******* sad late on.) 'No. Cannibals eat to feed themselves -- these guys just are using their -- they -- look! They’re actually drinking -- they are sucking the BLOOD out of the clerk, they are ripping throats...it's like some ‘lost boys’ **** .'

'look. there aren't any real vampires, okay? Yo, son, you need to find something else to do with your time. i don't like where this is heading, man...it ain't rational.'

first off i had never seen marc do any exercise besides the mosh pit or riding around town on his bicycle.

but since i had arrived he had done like -- a hundred push ups -- i watched him and he was all serious. the way his eyes were in his head there were just --


'look, fin, you can be in denial about this if you want to… did you see what the **** just happened?'

'**** being in denial, man, let the cops worry about those ******* -- what EVER they are. They ain't my friends. you are and you act like you are about to get yourself into some **** that is too much for you to deal with.'

'yeah...well i don't know, fin.'

he went down to the floor and started doing diamond cutter push ups. it was kind of impressive actually -- he did it like there was nothing to it and all the time his voice was slow and calm. i put my head in my hands and though about how yellow the half moon was in the window as he said the following words to me.

'this is real **** man. and the cops? They will be baffled. i have seen this **** happen before.

'it's real but its so ******* incredible that no one will believe it. and the cops will consistently fail to find them cause they will be looking for what you are talking about -- real people doing real crimes. they don't BELIEVE in the supernatural. they don't believe it is possible and the truth will elude them. it's more than what you say. but that's cool. i finally have something to do with all that master michael taught me.'

i didn't look up.

marc has told me stories before about someone he just calls 'master michael' who allegedly taught him some sort of martial arts technique. Long ago when he was young.
and i have watched him take punches and smile at people before -- get hit over and over again and not fight back.

'this is what it’s about, fin. martial arts wasn't meant for people to use it against the untrained and basically defenseless...especially not mo-li ch'uan. mo-li ch'uan was meant to guard those who really are out of their league- it was meant to take it to those who would attack the utterly defenseless with unfair advantages. this is literally --'

and i watched him stop doing pushups as if he weren't tired and go to some sort of gut crunches -- 'roman chair.' he said to me as if he were reading my mind --

'this is literally where i come in.'

'you're making me really nervous, man.'

'well why don't you go down to the Hollywood and get us a couple of foties?'

'oh. yeah, that sounds good, man.'

'money's by the door, ace. you still got your key?'

-----

i walked down the street to the hollywood bar. this ain't hollywood by a longshot. It’s ******* shadow city outskirts. i sure as **** got that malt likker though.

i got it and walked back. the streets were dark and bright -- there was a sort of fog and the streetlights caught it. when it gets really humid here, sticky like it does in august -- it is like living inside a cloud.

----

when i came back dude was doing something with a ******* CROSSBOW. i **** you not.

and i could see that he had a new tattoo. a pentacle. on his chest. like -- 'dude...what the **** ?'

'no **** dude. Tonight’s the ******* NIGHT. yo gimme that panther **** .'
i stared at him.

'those are some nice pants, dude.'

'oh, yeah, i met a shaman out west when i was out there this last three weeks. he gave me them -- i traded for that guitar. you know, the metal guitar?'

'oh, so that's what happened to it?'

'yeah. hey...let's go out back
'wait a minute, wait a minute-- what the **** is that?'

'oh, it's a crossbow. i got that out west too.'
'wild wild west, huh. **** is big! so like, you know i think you are crazy, right?'

'yeah, but i know you aren't. that is why you are taking pictures.'

we went outside into his huge backyard. 'there is no ******* way i am going anywhere with you tonight, dude. you're ******* buggin.'

'true. but i have to do something right now. so you won't come take pictures...?'

inwardly i decided to. 'no way man. i'm going to the titty bar. you can do what you want.'

marc seemed calm yet wired. ' yeah...that's a good choice too!' he drank. we both drank, the moon jaundiced across the sky and we drank and smoked camels and for a few minutes didn't say anything.

Major Malfuntion Vs Nazi Fatso IN:
DUMBO JUMBO: The elephant that was killed by a MOUSE.

Peek around the corner. They aren’t ready for me.
This could be my last run – I have been ready for it for a long time.

i arrive at the lair. they are sitting there. The one punk is still wearing the same ******* clothes he was wearing on my tape and that's how i recognize him and his friends. that and the fact that, well it's the spiderweb tattoos on both his elbows. sunglasses at night.


he looks sort of surprised as a crossbow bolt comes out of the shadows across the street from him and nail him to his ******* squat wall. his buddies look surprised too. he's too dead to look any different. they start screaming and coming my way.

but i have been practicing and this is a bomb ass crossbow. it has night scope attachment. and the fake poseur vampires are coming my way and dying as they try to cross the street.

after i drop three of the lousy ******* they start getting a little cautions. they shout out and start scattering.


i climb up a fire escape. bad move!

i am gonna have to get off of this roof, get across the street and get into their little digs.

i hear feet and shouting. far away at like nintyseventh street i hear sirens but that is like some other stuff. it is all about me alone versus these fake vampires.

------------
well i get across the street. and look. there's fin hiding in the alley with his camera. good...but not a good liar.

and here comes lucky contestant number one.

'so what are you?' he's got a knife in his hand for the half second it takes me to see it.

'Buffy,' i smile at him.

"But I am the kristy Swanson Buffy..so this is gonna hurt for a long time."

He stares stupidly, and then he tries to punch me. it connects and doesn't hurt. I end up basically beating his ass.

as i am positively whaling on him in the alley i recognize his face from the video from channel nineteen. i think of the cute girl and the clerk that they brutally slaughtered in that seven eleven.

I tell his neck bones a short story about Jean-Claude van Damme and he falls to the ground in a useless heap that will never kill anyone else.

then i am at the back door.

heart beating, hard.

-----

The vampires were caught off guard. the lower class vampires anyway. but they had been Thralls from the beginning, they were being controlled by masters, The self-appointed Northern Masters.

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The three Northern Masters were winging their way south to shadow city from their little base in the tunnels of sewer connected to train beneath the Ten City sprawl. They were winging, naturally, on bat wings, leathery and black. In the sky with swiftness.

No radar detected them, as they had for centuries they had chosen not to be seen.

Morgoth had been around since the time of the American revolution. He was wroth with power and eager to feast on an upstart slayer.

The call had come on the cell phone. The lieuteneant he had slightly empowered was out of his mind with fear and frustration and had described the scene,

it would take minutes for the threesome to arrive in shadow city. But Morgoth, who smiled as he flew, his bat wings flapping, thought of the words -- "...a Slayer? You didn't tell us a Slayer was coming! you tell us everything, Morgoth! Why have you forsaken us? I thought we were your children?'

"We will be arriving shortly," was all he had said before pocketing his cell phone and alerting Morgius and Malekith, his lieutenants, and taking flight to visit the stronghold they were beginning.

Morgoth knew there were no Slayers. He was certain of that much.

His kind had extinguished the line of Slayers a hundred years previous and relaxed, then, to rule from the shadows over their cattle, the humans.

He was actually curious.

"Nothing like this has happened before, Malekith," said Morgoth to his wingman.

The vampire smiled and said, "EVERYTHING has happened before."

Morgoth had no comment. But strange feelings stirred in the place that in a human being would have held a heart...feelings that stirred his daily cold arrogance from centuries of feeding on human fears.

In a human being it would have been cold panic.

========
there was a knock at the back door. the vampires froze.

"you get it."
"you got my back, right?"

the vampire showed his teammate the gleam of cold gunmetal. "yeah. open it. we're gonna slay the slayer.” he sneered.

The other nodded. once he had had a name but the mind control of the Masters had made him forget anything except a taste for blood...and death...

He opened the door. a crack.

"Hi! I'm from Allah's Witnesses! Can I take a few moments of your time to talk to you about our God, Allah, the compassionate and merciful?"

there was a stifled laugh from the darkness.

"didn't think so."

seconds before the sound of the gunshot werewolf seemed to vanish. "too obvious, kids!" then a wet gurgle.

"gee, a gun! thanks."

a rather loud explosion like a bomb going off right in front of me. the vampire who opened the door died easily.


Werewolf listened and could hear scrabbling noises upstairs like baby buffaloes stampeding around second floor. He put the gun away and -- then he thought better. examined, unloaded it. dropped it. 'no glove no love', he thought to himself. it took fifteen seconds.

he drew the katana.

for a second he wished he had taken some music to listen to. damn, he thought as he inspected the inside of the rotted out rowhouse – the future’s uncertain and the end is always….

--i am not taking this very seriously. Allah’s witnesses? where did THAT come from? come on, focus.

so what, he said to himself, would you want to listen to right now if you had some music?

oh, no doubt, the man you fear. manson. or else personal jesus.

but the original.

i don't really like manson.

'hello monsters. werewolf fumigators to see you.'

he found the stairs and could SMELL the filthy poseurs up stairs scuttling. DAMN.

----
one quick fight: it feels like a girl it is finding my gorget and feeling real confused.
my sword is in its guts. it is slumping to the ground.
it's dead.
-----
another quick fight. there are two of them.

DAMN. "obviously this is the ******* bathroom."

"DIE NIGGER," the poseur vampire screams. then something about gurgle. it is eating cold steel and dying. that's so nice. poor little thing.

the big one got a run all the way down the hall. if i hadn't heard it coming i would have been hurt. as it is my body ducks. i am glad i have it.

my body ducks and somehow the wakizashi comes out and, well damn, that's a bloody spectacle.

vampire poseurs: zero. werewolf: three? four? oh well. there is action down the hall.

--

this is a little weird. This one is cowering in the corner?

Maybe she isn't one. 'Holy jesus!' it floats in the air!

it has BUTTERFLY WINGS...

"i really don't want to fight."

----

Bug is what i call myself.

I was made...god it's boring...i was made into a vampire in the year 1776 by the one who once called himself Benjamin Franklin and now calls himself Morgoth the Damned. His real name is Benjamin Franklin but he likes irony...and for the last few years has enjoyed calling himself "more Goth than anyone you know." God I don't like him!

There are stories about our kind...I have never wanted to be a vampire and don't enjoy it. i forget my real name a long time ago. Bug will do.

I learned how to live without killing for blood a long time ago. i practically never have to do it now.

Actually sort have learned to enjoy thinning the heard...finding the poorly made and disposing of them. All over the world.

And God gave me these powers. by proxy, i tell myself because Morgoth is the opposite of God if i have known it. But...well it’s a long story and i don't know where it begins or ends.

that's basically it. i am a vampire not by choice. I have chosen not to feast on the powerless...except when i catch them at it.

keeps my claws sharp. astrological sign Cancer. birthday july Eighth. some year...anyway...Oh, well.

I hovered. In the corner. "You...you're not a real slayer. But..."

he drew a mean looking Japanese longsword and in his other hand was a meaner looking dagger. "let's get this over with right now, bloodsucker. You are obviously the leader."

I fluttered nervously.

This is a high ceiling but he could get me from here.

"Look...i don't know what you're thinking but...those guys aren't my friends. They don't even like me."

he took a step and that did it. my body just takes over.

these butterfly wings move me really fast. i got him in my hands, under his armpits. i got him up against the wall. with my feet i pinned his hands again that wall and said "i told you i don't wanna fight!"

he looks scared now.

"and i don't. or want to kill you. at all."

rabbit in the headlights.

"i heard about you. you're calling yourself werewolf? you should leave now. You are in danger."

"what are you?"

"i am everything the punks you disestablished were not. everything they wish they were and...look. They have Masters and they are coming. leave now. you can't stand against them."

"I could take you." he said without blinking. wherever the headlight rabbit came from, it's gone now.

"Try MOVING."

Oh, i felt him try to move. "adrenaline junkie. do you know what you have stumbled on here?"

he looked suprised. i waited a couple of seconds while he used all his strength to try and move my feet from where they were pinning his biceps to the wall.

"i mean you are strong for a normal human but...well..."

"is this it? is this where we stop speaking and you --"
"Not a bit. I told you i didn't want to fight you. i don't. "

"You know that's a cool breeze from your wings there."

"Kid, do you know the score? The fakes that you did away with have Masters and they KNOW that you are here. you should try to get scared."

"Huh?"

"I'm going to let you down. We don't have time to **** around right now."

Inwardly I thought -- this kid can DUEL. He’s no match for me but -- well he made it through those kids without a scratch. "Do you want to live through tonight?"

He appraised me, his weapons still in his hands.

"What is time? So relative."
"admittedly..."

"But I came here to do something. Your friends --"

"Not! I really don't like them...look, kid. i won't fight against you but I am not afraid to fight and yeah, i can sort of read your mind. althogh i don't have to. and i know what you are about to face."

"yeah...i guess you do."

"so we work together. it's your only choice."

"Only?"

"Only real choice. because you have attracted the worst kind of attention...oh, my sweet lord, the worst kind of attention."

"How did you get those wings? Your friends didn't have wings."

"Do i have to tell you again? They were NOT my friends. And these wings...they popped out of my back when Morgoth bit me and made me his slave, more than two - hundred years ago."

"oh, forget it. If you're a slave there's no WAY."

"How could you get this far and know NOTHING about vampires? i am not a slave anymore and i would like nothing so much as to kill him."

"That's so ******* typical. This is right before you betray me, right?"

"You have a really trained stance, little samurai. Listen to me."

&

She gently lowered herself to the floor.

in the Victorian era house there was a huge old bed -- looking dusty and mildewed -- with a huge mirror behind it.

Marc sucked in his breath for a second at the beauteous features of the vampire as he got a full view of her front and backside from the mirror. "Thanks. Anyway...you and I, we work together or I am out of here."

"There's no way I am working with you."

She smiled and showed her fangs. "Pleasure!" and before Marc could prepare an attack she was fluttering out the window.

"What can you do about it, dog food?"

Marc rushed to the window to see -- well basically a girl with butterfly wings hovering like Tinker Bell outside the window. With a pixie grin.

"wait-- wait. don't...don't go. Please."

"are you inviting me back in?" the pixie grin again.

"what -- that's a joke isn't it?"

"yes. move already?"

Marc yanked his jawbone off of his collarbone and stepped back through the window. The vampire flew inside and landed gently, curtseying. "Please call me Bug."

"Werewolf."

”The others are very close. We should stick together. Morgoth is mine, do you understand?

"what's a Morgoth?"

”A greasy old snake of a vampire with the strength of an elephant and the brains of a politician. He will break you in two, make no mistake if you try to take him on. His henchmen, Morgious and Malekith are also coming...this will be more like a war than anything you have faced tonight. Oh, by the way, that was really funny. 'Allah's Witnesses'? I would have died if i could do such a thing."

"You can't die?"

"Well, there is the sunlight allergy. That would do me in. You see...that is why the Northern Masters made drones who were basically human and behaved like vampires. It's actually a fairly new technique -- they are utterly non-magical - "

"Oh," said Marc, dully. "So it's magic that makes you the way you are?"

"That's what I call it.” Bug yawned prettily and Marc naturally stared with interest at the rows of white teeth. The fang teeth reminded him of, well a cat’s fang teeth in placement and structure. “No other has ever had any explanation for me."

"Wait...so you are some sort of noble bloodsucker or something?"

"Basically. As soon as I learned there was a way to survive without feasting on the innocent and helpless I took to it. In France they call us 'au naturel' and well..."

"Au naturel. you're...not lying...wow."

Marc also thought that he was looking at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. in his life.

Bug flushed prettily. "Do you know how long it has been since I had an intelligent conversation about anything with ANYONE? Two hundred years. Look -- we have to stick together because all three who are coming know and despise me." she sat on the floor, crossing her legs.

" shouldn't we prepare...?"

"we ARE preparing, Slayer. You know...you aren't like the other Slayers... I used to assist them."

"The other Slayers?"

the vampire smiled as if she were seeing a reflection of things long past and forgotten. "Yes, the Van Helsings. they were a lineage created to destroy vampires. and of course there were some asian priestesses as well but they stopped coming to this continent...Heaven knows why. At least they stopped coming here to slay demons."

"Demons?"

"Oh, yes, make no mistake...Morgoth, Morgius and Malekith are all demons. and they are coming here to kill you and reclaim me into their fold as their slave."

"did you have a weird M-name as well?"

"Morgaine. Morgaine the Seducer of Men is the tag they laid on me."

"Is that your real name?"

"What is reality?" she smiled and Marc thought -- this girl, she's really nice? This is weird. I feel like I am at Love That Bar talking to the nicest girl I ever met.

"You are sooo sweet! I could just eat you up."

Marc grasped the sword nervously. "Oh, relax. we've had this out. It's all becoming real to you, isn't it? You thought you were just gonna deal with some devilpunx and got caught up in all this. You’ve been set up and now…"

Marc thought. "It's true, actually."

"That is how they do things, sadly. Morgius and I have fought before. Pathetic worm…he has one eye. Here!"

She skipped to a closet. "Time to get ready!"

She produced a wooden stake.

"Use this instead of your dagger!"

She produced a black cloak made of satin, ratted at the hem. “Put this on quickly. Morgoth can control minds but this is hexed against him. As am I," she added with a smile.

"You sure do smile a lot."

"Well...it's defensive. But also I am basically a happy person at heart. Okay. Kill Morgius. Kill Malekith if possible. I thought I killed him once before but I wasn't careful enough. And do it QUICKLY."

Marc took the stake and was mildly suprised to feel what felt like a blue wind rushing in his skull.

"Oh, the wand likes you. I made it myself."

"To kill vampires?"

"Oh, not just any old vampires. For those my bare hands and my teeth are sufficient. That stake is specifically for killing Malekith and Morgius."

"Oh."

Marc spanned the wakizashi into its sheath and felt the power in the wooden stake.

"Right in the heart, Werewolf. They fear its power...the ease of use should surprise you. Meanwhile i wait to dance with my former master for the last time.' She closed the closet door and looked at the window somewhat nervously.

"Cigaret?" She produced a red and white packet and offered him one. he took it and they began smoking.

Marc looked out the window. Looked in the alley across the street.

Fin crouched in the alley. Also smoking. Looking up.

He can't see me, marc thought to himself.

"I know that you are good from three things. If you were set upon your coure we would have fought. Plus your friend loves you certainly and came all this way."

"How do you know this?"

She tapped her temple with two fingers. "Also your technique with swords is practically Medieval. You taught yourself, I know that much as well."

She coughed. "Well I don't need to tell you that slavery was once legal here in this part of the States. Well, Benjamin -- or Morgoth as he has been calling himself -- he was behind that, as well as a few others."

"The Revolution...demonic vampires...you know, I was almost ready for this sort of thing...but to hear it spoken of out loud...whoa."

"Well, don't lose heart now cause they are almost here."

and Marc's heart jumped in its cage of bones as he heard the sound of the door opening and closing downstairs...

"Honey, I'm home..."

"So what," replied Bug. "we broke up, limp dick."

Marc boggled. "i hope you're ready to fight, Mister Wolf. here come the bad guys."

&
One long fight:

Bug stared at the vampire.

Batwings versus fairy wings.

"At last! the elusive Morgaine. and i see you still live up to your old name, slovenly ***** of a ***** ."

I had never seen a person fly before that night. I felt sort of bad for Fin who was across the street hiding in the alley. he came here to take pictures.

I watched with my swords gone as Bug flew like an arrow right at the giant blond vampire who was flapping his bat wings and leering. Damn, I thought. real ******* vampires.

Damn, i thought next. She is ******* him up. Badly.

Blood was everywhere. it was a mess.

she ripped and tore at him and they ably rolled away. it was only seconds. i didn't see the other two. Then i saw it.

it was a flash of light from the fence. no **** .

Fin and his camera.

i was looking at the world as if everything was slowed down. both Bug and the one she called Malekith, the blond one, looked up as if caught off guard. I saw blood coming in gouts from the neck of the big Blond. Bug looked okay.

I didn't waste too much time thinking.i just dove forward with all i had with teh stake she'd given me in my hand.

i felt it.

it was weird feeling the stake slide between the big blond vampires ribs, kind of like a hot knife through butter...or sex. it felt like sex...

Malekith wasn't looking too thrilled. in fact he looked like someone had driven a stake into his heart.

And Bug Giggled!

Giggled as i watched what basically amounted to suddenly the pale face of the vampire started to burn before my eyes, as if the sun was on him right there. i watched as his skin turned from pale almost white to grey, grey like stones, like asphalt or cigarette ash...

and it died, it fell back away from my hand and the stake, still in my fist, and fell to the ground. it was all ashes and WHUFF!

there was a cloud.

"and to dust return." said a voice from behind us.

I was in hyper mode then. And before i knew what I was doing or had done I had hacked off a black leathery wing.

"Arrghh..." the thing looked horrified. it stared into my eyes --

-- and for just a moment i caught a vision of its thoughts. i saw entrails beaing eaten by fanged mouths, i saw --

--then i felt the softest hands in life gently relieve me of the stake i had been holding in my left hands.

"Goodbye forever, dear Morgious."

The same thing, This time with Bug delivering the telling blow to the heart as if she had done it so many times before...skillful.

whoa, i thought to myself, as i watched the white skin fade to asphalt grey and the thing fell to the ground.

"and little lambs eat ivy, ****** ," said Bug, looking pleased.

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I haven't described what bug looks like to you.

She has Japanese eyes and well, i mentioned the butterfly wings. also she is short, i am six foot even and she is maybe five four? But i told you how she held me motionless in mid air.

she has high cheekbones, high and wide. her nose is long and thin. her hair...well whatever color it once was, it is dyed, it was either red or black at one time --

--well who's to say? there are streaks of both colors.

"It's not over yet, sport. Not by a longshot. there is one more major problem."
"right. Lord il Palazzo."

"You guessed it! and i know he is nearby. i can smell him." she actually sniffed the air.

"In the house."
3:55 a. m.
Intrepidly they marched back into the house.

"So, um, Werewolf...got a girlfriend?"

"You, I guess..."

"Aw, you're so sweet! But seriously."

"Not that complicated..we just hang out sometimes. she has her own life."

"Really? I would think a man like yourself would be inseperable from his lover."

"Khalil Gibran says differently."

"Really? He wrote 'the Prophet', didn't he..." Bug seemed almost too calm.
Marc picked up on the smalltalk vibe quickly. "yes...he said that those who love shouldn't live on top of each other all the time...i forget the words exactly, something to the effect of -- lovers benefit from their own space."

Then a loud voice -- from in front of them.

Marc started suddenly. "the porch?"


"No, the front door, cretins. i can't take your pathetic attempts at philosophy any longer. You must DIE."

marc felt the -- presence -- of Morgoth before he actually saw him.

then he sew him in the shadowy light streaming in from the street.

here-

--then there--

then right on top of them and he saw the long face, saw the fang teeth -- and saw the bat wings flapping strongly behind huge shoulders.

Bug was swept off of her feet and through the ouse, out the back door. The Master Vampire had grabbed Bug and flown out the back door with speed greater than the young samurai could muster.

he stared as the bat wings flapped once -- he sw the butterfly wings beating with hummingbird feriocity -- he heard something to the effect of curses and GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME --

then they were gone, up, straight up.


Marc ran into the back yard to see several flashes of light. Fin! Forgot about fin. Snapping photos.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Fin wanted to know.

"Yo, dude, whassup! ow was the titty bar?"

"Look, Blade Junior -- what the **** is going on?"

"Well...there are some vampires here."

"OH. I thought it was like just like a bitchin-ass party and you just didn't feel like telling me."


Both smiled for maybe a second. "hey...i'm a littel scared."

" i told your ass about this **** ? I gots to go!"

"where are you going?" Marc asked.

"Oh, i'm gonna hide in the bushes and..i don't know, take a **** maybe. look dude, you're the fighter. Those dudes...maybe it was all real. i sure as hell aint seen no flying **** on Action News."

"i'm going back inside."

"hey wait..." Fin took a quick picture.

"There ya go. incase i never see your ass again."

"Don't be like --" Marc considered the statement carefully.

"thanks, Fin. see you in heaven. hey -- remember -- dreams don't die!"

Fin stared uncerrtainly as Marc ran back, katana gleaming bright, into the ruined rowhouse.

----------------------

All alone.

his mind full of thoughts. His heart scored by the saddest atale he ever heard, the most beautiful THING he'd ever seen, the butterfly wings -- the white papery gossamer wings like a moth, the colored spots -- the pattern almost like a rainbow, faded, the eyes, the eyes, and her breath, sweet, like she'd been drinking honey --

Then he heard the sound. if there were such a thing as laser sound then 6that would have been the intensity of the sound of boots ofn the roof.

Marc froze and began to pray.

he also listened. the sound of a creaking trap door.

"Good morning, Lunch!"

sick... "Got a sense of humor, don't you Morgoth?"

"A devilish one, you could say. aren't YOU the clever one...storming our lair. you are quite ready to die, aren't you?

"No, actually."

"that's all right...no one is...well i suppose the old 'join me or die' won't sit to well with you will it, young swordsman?'

marc heard the boots come down the stairs...he walks like a lightweight...can i take him? where's Bug?

"oh, yes...you know i thought of killing our vengeful friend Morgaine...instead i remembered how easily she becomes dizzy. Would you like to know what i did to her?


But Marc was crouching in a corner with his katana in one hand and the vampire slaying stake in the other. Slowing his breathing.


"I spun her around and around and around really fast. it was so very much fun. and then i flung her. She'll be disoriented for quite some time. You get to die alone, little weakling."

marc listened to the sound of the Boss Vampire heading down the stairs.

For a second he started remembering his training with master Michael, the karate instructor who had taught him ewhat were the roots of what he had developed with training form other teachers.. then he stopped.

It was toomuch like his life flashing before his eyes...and he was determined to live, if not win this fight. hey, I've got an idea..."I don't wnat to fight you, Benjamin."

"Oh, we're not going to fight, silly child. i'm going to kill you. you won't be doing anything silly like hitting me back or killing me with that pathetic little pig-sticker. A fight is when both persons have a chance...such as it would have been had i dueled with Morgaine. the Seductor of men! and you didn't let her turn you? What a fool. You could have lived forever as we do."

Marc couldn't help it. "Better to serve in heaven than reign in hell like you, ******** ."

heavy feet touched the floor.

Morgoth watched as Marc tumbled out of the darnkened corner into the huge master bedroom with the giant mirror and closed the door behind him. he smirked and bellowed, "there IS NO HEAVEN, little upstart! no heaven and no one to save you. Amazing."

Marc felt the urge to urinate as the boots came down the hall. for a moment he thought of his father and the leather belt.

"No heaven at all, lunchmeat? But you..you're soo arrogant!"

Marc thought about the pot calling the kettle black.

"So arrogant my little blackamoor. the Van Helsings were at least of a noble extraction, their bloodline spanned the centuries. Wiped them all out myself, I did. And YOU think that you can step up and take out the eldest of the eldest monsters to walk this planet our ours? Little fool...you are about to be killed. Wet yourself yet?

marc thought blearily: this must ne some sort of ancient kind fofear i am feeling -- it's like I'm not even afraid -- like he's TELLING me that I am afraid. "No, not yet...mind if I, um, step outside and use the facilities?"

"No, child. i am about to break your spine. The i am going out to the back yard to eat your little friend. At least HE has respect. and people whp respect our kind," here he let out an unctiously grim and malicious sounding laugh -- taste so very good."

Marc screamed. "Fin! get the **** out of here1 game over!

he was going to kick the door open -- he was going to leap across the bed and take advantage of the cramped hallway to perhaps minimize the -- his mind was whirling and CERTAIN DOOM kept rolling to the front of the --

the door burst open.

Marc stared at the long glossy brown hair. The facial expression of something that ate humans--it looked like a smile but it had no happiness or love in it. and the long pointed ears that stretched up towards heaven. and the skin so white that it glowed.

he screamed and assumed an attack stance. "Come on!"

he was brave but...he didn't have much of a chance. No, not much. Morgoth grabbed him by the arm and lifted him up --

Marc saw the ceiling really close --

then there was an excruciating pain. Morgoth brought Marc doen across his thigh with amazing force. Marc's spine broke in almost as many places as it had places. He made a sound like love dying, cheated--

"You were never really anything. Kristy Swanson, indeed."

He tossed marc's broken body to the wall. Marc lay there, dying.

"Wait, wait, don't tell me. 'Damn, you, Morgoth' right?" Goodbye, fearless fool."

what Marc saw in his mind's eye was something like a televison set being turned off. one of the old ones, where there is just a point of light --

Bug regained her sense of place shortly.

Morgoth had suprised her with a trick1 he had taken her in his arms, Fred Astaire style, and spun her around and around in mid air at dizzying speed and then flung her -- her wings beat furiously to recover but by that time she was dizzy, dizzy, dizzy -- and had no idea where in the world she was.

oh, Shadow City, she knew...but where?

She looked down at the glowing lights. well...there's the river...now which way?

she fluttered, confused...nothing affected her like dizziness and she wondered briefly how her maker had known to do just that to her. She relished the idea of pressing her fingers gently and firmply into his whining throat--! af actually seeing if she could get enough leverage and rip the head from his hateful body.

as she thought of that the events of teh past few nights -- and house, began to come into focus and she hurried, beginning to identify landarks and home in on the house they'd been squatting.

It was easy to outwit Morgoth's little 'undersecretaries' -- they were not true vampires, but dull witted and craven hgumans who the cruel Masters of teh northern cvampire clans were using to mark out territory.

The Belgos clan had been playing a complicated game for the last ten years. bug had been keeping track and secretly making their functionaries 'disappear' when she got a chance. She had to move carefully among them -- they always failed to understand her and fortuenately feared her power. And they were always so ignorant of the truth of the vampires --

-- she'd had littel succes talking to them -- occasionally she would scare one of them awake and they would invariably freak out and run away from whatever evil they'd been up to.

in a way they reminded her of herself..herevery earliest weeks as a vampire, being led by morgoth like a moll, like a slave, her mind sapped of its own will -- her mind blind with the lust for more human blood. They'd fed and feared nothing.

But it didn't take long.

and she had damnable amnesia! Could remember noithing of her life before Morgoth, her life as anormal human being, a non-blood drinker -- she simply remembered one dusk awakening and staring at Morgoth sitting before his mirror, preening, and thinking she hated him, hated the situation she was in and that there must have been something better somewhere. She escaped, she flew away on her gossamer yet stroing wings -- and Morgoth was lost in blood thunder -- the sound of stolen blood quickening in his ears, the euphoria of what had been so easily taken and the feeling that he ruled! and no god or devil could toople him. he allowed his new slave to escape, entranced by the mirror.

she had fled. She fled and fled far away to Egypt in search of answers.

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that had failed...and it was not until Europe, not until Russia, that she had found the answers she looked for, and found the other of her kind that refused to feed on normal people. there was a way to survive without becopming the most evil of parasites, she knew that, and found others of her kind.

So strange the feeling of amnesia -- to remember something of a life before basically her individaulity had been stolen and replaced by something --

-- but she found a way. and she had also found the humans who knew the stealing conniving ways of the vampires -- and assisted them for some time...

...it made her happy, to spend the nineteenth and twentieth centuries vexing and destroying vampires all over Europe...

...happy and yet still very very lonely. living at night alone. She was a virgin, no less. she knew that there was something to do down there. she'd read about it. overheard conversations. no experience. the urge was in her but she had -- how do you get close to people?

In some ways despite her years -- which she numbered at more than two hundred -- she was still a child.

she thought of love and then -- then she found herself in a place she recognized as where she had been watching the Belgos clan's human slaves doing their thing. and what she had planned to do herself had happened with the help of this strange human -- why?

oh, yeah, right, she thought to herself. he saw it on the news...? that doesn't make any sense...why would a normal human being..

...huh...he sure believes in his martial arts...damn. i must hurry.

TOOLATE! oh, jesus, why?

she looked and, well she was no stranger to broken bodies, and there was marc, laying tiwsted in a way no human being could survive...he's broken and she coudl still smell Morgoth in the air.

The back, broken, the katana useless on the floor.

real tears, she thought. (it had been a few dacades since she had wept.)

why? why did you...

...she smiled. this thing i have to do. i have to do it.

she had seen it done but she herself had never done it before. she had seen it done but she herself had never done it before. she had actually considered it unfair. but she touched his chest. the back bones, shattered, penetrated the skin, there was some blood. more on his face. the heart was beating.

is it that i have no choice?

no, she thought. it's just the opposite. i do have a choice and this is it.

she kissed him, then, on his very human lips. she kissed him and as she did bit the inside of her own lower lip deeply. it hurt. she felt the blood flowing and she kissed him, she held him in her arms like her baby, her very own baby, she had never had a child but something still related to humanity inside her seemed to guide her choice...

...humanity needs you. i need you. there must always be a slayer of vampires. come back to us, my sweet marcus...my sweet werewolf...

-------

the light.

you know, when the say 'GO INTO THE LIGHT!' yeah, that light.

bright faces surround me, cooing encouragement, shouting 'awesome! you did the right thing!'

THEN...

it is like...boiling honey...this awesome sweetness...so sweet! and so HOT!

is this feeling...it's not hell...what is going --

then --

there she is...wow...here i am.

"are you okay?"

"what happened? I thought i was...dead...dying..."

"well...we got separated. And Morgoth got you...and he broke your spine. you were a goner, until i brought you back."

"wow...thanks..."

"don't metion it."

he lay there with his head in her lap.

sometimes things go wrong. people get the wrong idea...how many times have people gotten the wrong idea in their heads and gone off and done the thing that -- in wisere moments -- with more understanding -- they never ever would have done? probably many things. who can say?

when the roman generals came for the messiah, way back in the day (as legends go) -- if the one called Bocephus, the fiery one, had not taken uo the sword to chop the ear off of malcuth, the centurion of Rome who had come to slay the Master -- oif he had not immediately taken up the sword -- who can say? if only he'd thought things through.

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Marc lay there stunned.

"you did WHAT to me, you ***** ?!"

the back of his hand was like a sixteen wheeler. Bug flew backwards into the wall, through the wall and out into the sky over 96th and Royal avenue.

she hovered after gaining her compusure, more suprised and amazed then hurt --

when suddenly werewolf came EXPLODING out the side wall of the now-ruined house, fairly GLOWING with thenew power she'd imbued him with.

"YOU DID WHAT TO ME, YOU ***** ?!?"

bug furrowed her brow.

It began.

04:44 am

04:44 am
werewolf plowed into bug at a speed that knocked the wind right out of her on a angle heading down into the asphalt.

the pain was intense. they made a furrow six feet wide of flying blacktop. car alarms. flying debris.

they skidded an entire block before coming to a stop in the intersection of sixtyeiighth street. an entire block of royal avenue blacktop was converted to debris -- Fin heard and felt the massive movement and suddenly looked up from where he had dozed off. "what the **** ."

bug and werewolf lay there for a second not moving, but conscious.

damn. my back HURTS? she thought, not accustomed to physical pain. what the --

"you...did...WHAT?" and he reached out.

in his mouth he felt sharp points where there had once been teeth.

blind rage. he grabbed her ankles and began spinning.

...oh, no...not again...

he spun and spun and spun and SPUN and let her fly.

in Shadow City, near the center of town, near the water front and the Garment District, is a huge clock, it is famous nation wide, the Shadow City Electric Company clock.

It burns all night, it has around twenty-three thousand individual high wattage lightbulbs.

werewolf let go of bug and she HURTLED like a rock through the sky towards the clock.

she had time to think -- am I that strong? and time to look and see, damn...it's 5:15. 8/8/04. damn.

and then with a sound of glass and a BOOM like thunder she struck the giant SCECO digital clock. an explosion of sparks. she had flown, not under her own power, almost fifty blocks.

she found herself inside a crumbling building at that point.

"this is all about being wrong," she said out loud.

she heard SCECO techs screaming. she saw a view of the shadow city skyline that she had never taken in before, she saw all the way down Royal ave, to where a tiny glowing speck was rapidly getting larger.

"aw, damn. this is all ABOUT being wrong!"

i hope he dropped the stake! did he have the stake?

werewolf had in fact dropped the stake.

and...it was just as well. his mind was a blank field of rage and, well, some part of him remained cogent and of couse, he was full of vampire blood, newly quickened by Bug's loving kiss. he was in a blind bull's charging rage.

the best thing i can do, Bug thought quickly, is get out of here. go where -- oh, my GOD---

werewolf suddenly appeared. his shirt was gone. she stared at the pentacle that had been freshly tatooed ointo his chest and thought that it was kind of nice.

"You're not going to, uh, ask me what i did to you again, are you?"

he glowered and shook his head no.

"that's good. because, well I'm suprised to see how strong you --"

he screamed. he screamed and suddenly was as much violence as Bug had had to deal with in two centuries of survival, all the violence all the fury, flying fists pummeling and hammering her face and shoulders.

it was a little too much. considering that 120 seconds previously she had been resting with his head in her lap! and these punches HURT.

Malekith had gone down almost without a fight, and she had thought that that particular vampire was kind of tough.
well she wasn't ready for any of it, especially not the haymaker.

the haymaker really caught her off guard as she had been doing her best to block every punch shge could.

the haymaker was far too intense to block. it caught her underneath her ear and once again Bug found hrself flying in a direction she hadn't chosen. she fluttered her butterfly wings but she was flying too fast, supernaturally strong body and all.

she flew down towards the center of Shadow City, to where, when she had been a waif of seventeen? Voictorious colonists had installed a Bell, a gift from the French, to celebrate Liberty.

her head smacked into that bell anbd it made a sickening sound. it was loud and bell like: and that famous bell with the crack in it flew off its moorings and slammed into the back wall of the room they kept it in.

As did Bug: her bell had also been rung.

"i don't know how much of this I can take," she thought seriously.

and then she heard the BELLOWING -- that REALLY annoyed her.

from ten blocks away, from a tiny glowing point in the sky:

"YOU DID WHAT TO ME YOU ***** ?!"

Shadow City is said to be a city that never sleeps. People crawl about in the night doing odd jobs. hooking up, hstling, living. So it was a real startled bunch of citizens that saw --

in Unicity, near Royal University, a row home suddenly demolished as if by a bomb, and an entire block of Royal Avenue rripped up as if a backhoe had appeared and then disappeared.

In the neighborhood hip local students and their friend scalled “the Business Distract, the historic SCECO clock utterly explodes. one drunk saw it and figured it was time to stop dropping acid.

And in the Historic district, the Cracked Bell of democracy rings? at five o clock in the morning?

Shadow City residents would have to wait for a little while to be distraught. they were too surprised.

Bug found her voice at that point.

"YOU WANT SOME OF THIS, KUNG FU ******* ?"

werewolf saw the spot where the voice came from, from ten blocks away. he was there in seconds.

he came flying directly at bug.

Bug neatly stepped to one side and grabbed him by the beltloop of his pants. and once, twice, whirled him around. in his blood thunder rage he'd been cught off guard, and Bug was the by far smore experienced fighter. she tossed him with the force of his own momentum right into the Cracked Bell of Democracy; it let out a sonorous DUNG and Werewolf saw stars.

She was on him too quickly to talk about. She grabbed him by his ankles and thrashed the little room where they kept the Cracked Bell. bricks and mortar flew. A fire hydrant relieved of its top spurted water straight up into the air at Fifth and Market streets.

she tossed him through the last remaining wall and he skidded to a stop in front of the Mall of Colonial Independance.

it could have been so nice, she thought, darkly. i have made a bigger monster than Morgoth. this ends here and now, she thought...
oh, no --

and then the sun rose over the Mall Of Colonial independence.

the sun worked its power quickly.

Bug burst into flames, her gossamer wings turning into powder almost immediately.

Werewolf tried to stand, seemed confused.

The sun is a STAR -- he was just a baby vampire. he quickly turned to a substance resembling ashes and concrete -- he fell to the ground with a WHUFF and was no more.

sirens blared.

-----
Anyway i got some pictures. i don't show them to people though: i took them home and developed them and watched the news. all i will say is, sometims when weird **** happens governments cover it the **** up.

yeah, Marc's dead, and so is the vampire chick. but after watching that fight, i have to say i sort of respected her. i would have like dto have gotten to know her...but marc apparently didn't like vampires.

and there are really vampires in the world, real vampires and their servants and drones, masters and slaves and all sorts fo -- there is real evil in the world... that's what I learned.

But i am no supernatural thing, i'm an artist, man.

Blackout Entertainment! word to God. i got business cards.

of course i also watch the world news a lot....

I learned a lot the night of August 7 2004. i guess the first thing i learned is don't **** with vampires, cause they suck. i don't know what else i learned. But i got some unbeliveable pictures to show somebody.

Someday.


--FIN

epilogue:

you let him live…you ******* , how could you let him live? we were safer with the fakes. Now the real have come and they have not come to play? You fools! It was right there so close and you utterly missed it! You damned fools…this all must change. And only I can do this.

Windflyte sobbed and stared into the crystal ball.

You damned fools!

She touched the ball lightly doing what her hands knew how to do better than her mind.
I hope this works…


Heroes…thei fights and their feelings. A infant is a couple of zygotes and a little love – then division multiplication…it’s humanity do the math!
But then love is the question. Love, spirit and maybe some feeling good and maybe some time to not fear so much – instead to enjoy – and get a but of perspective on what the fighting might be fore – so that there might be a place that some hwo love can live – while the liars screw up lives, while the loveless seek to ruin good times, is there a god that protects the most desperate hearts, the most longing bodies?

3.Ten City Sprawl Chinese Take Out
Our Special Sum Yung Gai
Down on my luck in Boston, Mass. How was i to know my whole idea of what sex was was about to change?
The tall leggy chinese looked down on me from way high. I was sitting on the corner with my head in my hands. "What's your problem, handsome?"
"What's yours?" I stopped short of telling her to **** off, i wasn't in the mood!
"Well you look so lonely sitting there, handsome...I thought maybe you could use some company."
"Well, screw you," I said. I was dejected. Boston's a tough town, and i was down to my last few bucks.
Then i was surpised by a soft hand caressing my cheek...she was stroking my stubbly jaw. It sens a charge through my whole body. "Let me get a look at you. Aww...what a baby face. On such a rough character."
I looked into her soft brown eyes...there was a feral intensity there and also...i got the feeling she could see through me, she through my punk exterior to the man under my clothes.
"You wanna **** ? Come on, big spender, let's go over there." She smiled, a dirty, horny smile and nodded towards an alley.
I smiled too. "You're a..."
"Whatever. Just let's go. You got twenty?"
I had it and admitted it.
"Come on, stud." She stood me up, grapping the shoulderflaps of my leather jacket. "Today's your birthday...I'm gonna blow out your candle for ya. Hey...what's your name?" I told her. "Okay...this way baby face."
I let the tall ***** with the long black hair and the low key manner of dress lead me to the alleyway. I had to admit she had a really sexy way about her. I was rock hard staring it her sexy ass, her curvy legs...
She was very ethnically Chinese but she had a weird accent...california? If someone could have LA and New York accent at the same time this ***** did. And she was good to look at from the rear. Her ass was round and i could just imagine gripping the cheeks in my hand...as it hit me that i had given this cool asian looker of a hooker $20 to **** and she wasn't joking with me all of a sudden i felt the blood rush to my crotch...
We were in the alley and she was all over me like white on rice, humping, writhing against my chest, kissing me with an invading tongue that surprised me with intensity. Her fingers were like a thief's, undoing the buckle...szip! and my hog came out.. She squoze it in her right hand...
..then, oh, yeah, she was squatting in the alley, and she wrapped her lips around the tip, gently sucking, mouthing the head and providing great pleasure.
I couldn't help letting out a little moan, i stroked the back of her head. In response she with a fluid motion, ugh, went all the way down on my chump, didn't gag just smoothly took it all in and then i moaned again. She worked me like that for awhile...i felt the pressure building... Then suddenly she was standing, she was taller than me a bit and took my face in one hand, grabbed the other and led it to her pussy. Pushed my fingers up between the folds, she was soaking wet and dripping hot.
"You like the way that feels?"
"Oh yeah."
"Good. cause here it comes."
My rod was still swollen, bloated from the head job. She put her leg up against the wall and pushed her **** down slowly against my meat.
She pushed down with spicy aggression, her **** was a steamy tight heaven...i was coming unglued.
She pushed her shirt open, it was just snaps -- that's convenient i thought but i was in a dream space of getting savagely alleycatted by this...wow... "are you an angel, or a devil?"
what? "what?" and she slaps, me, real playful, on thechin. smiles, not a smirk, a dangerous smile with full lips and wide eyes..."are you angel or devil? come on, answer the question?" her voice was deep.
"come on," and suddenly she was shafted all the way up to my belly, she pulled my shirt up so our bellies were sweaty against each other in the hot night. Her flat belly rippeled gently against my own. "Angel," i said before she could repeat the question. I guess it was the right answer.
She kissed me again, this time like a LOVER, with soft tenderness nothinglikethe first kiss where she had almost raped my mouth. Now the gentle searching was like a spiral of heaven. she moved back away and towards me, and hooked her fingers in my belt loop, she wrapped her leg around me and humped me with the grace of -- of a strange ballerina, she slowly kissed me with her mouth while her pussy squeezed my **** and she slid back and forth soslowly..."yes..." i couldn;t help myself...i said it out loud.
night had fallen over the city. a car drove by slowly...i looked through heavy lids and saw the old woman staring...she seeme dsomehwere between bemused and into the picture herself. it was strange...but the ***** was still ******* me, her muscles strong and then slack, controlling them..somehow...she slid back and forth, caressing my face, my chest...
after time she began to move faster.
"you're gonna come inside me now, angel." no way, i thought to myself. not taking the chance. i know how to control my dick when i need to. "maybe...maybe i choose not to."
the ***** , goddess, whatever she was, she looked almost surprised. she closed her eyes and threw her head back and suddenly i felt a surge of heat, heat! flowing out of the place where our bodies had become one thing, and she continued her sexual dance, faster and faster.
i clamped down, but could not suppress a moan." ohh..." "yeah, you're gonna give me that seed, angel."
she was rocking, dancing on my crotch like an angel dancing on the head of a pin, maybe, she - she - screamed out an -
unintelligible-- i hadn't neant to but it was too much...the heat of her chamber, the wetness and strength of her, her beauty, i gave. i could feel the little death of it as the seed flew and my thighs became weak. "oh, god, yes."
she held me then...i felt so strange.
****** hard in a dirty alley by a ***** when minutes ago...how much time had passed?
"That was the best hour i have wasted in a while," she said. I held her, with that finger still hooked into my belt loop, she wore no panties, natch, only fishnets, and garters, hat classic combination...give me a cigarette, and your name." i started to push her away and she clamped down. "why rush it? it feels good doesn't it?"
she squeezed with her inner muscles, i heard the slight sound and felt the juices flowing hot between us, within her...i could feel it firming again, amazed. she squoze again, and again, like a pump, and then it happened...
the basics?


Dog And Werewolf


You’re in a room. What do you do? There is beside you, sleeping, your best friend in his jammies. He’s out like a light – and the light is out too.

You get up…you wake up immediately, slept well, refreshed. The sun is not quite up.

It’s a large room, it’s your bedroom. You know the layout well. You walk daintily on the balls of your feet – you step over the bass guitar and avoid slipping on the pile of glossy magazines and get to the far corner of the room, where the light and the table are.

It is good to sit and smoke while the small table lamp prvides a bt of light.


A new home! No one was living there when you found it.

You had spent weeks…casing it out…watching as no one went there…you spend a little time, the two of you…visiting junkyards and finding things to use…like this oil lamp and the oil that is in it. (He found the oil.)

And you smoke. The ceiling is high. You can hear him snoring.

You spread your wings and flutter up to examine the high ceiling. It looks sturdy for such an old house. A warehouse.

You smile a bit – it was funny a couple of weeks ago, and now that you are sure that you are pregnant, it’s still pretty funny.

Cigarets…ice cream…beer in the cooler. Maybe a beer? Mmmm…


waiting was her strong suit. wait, wait some more. stare. breathe. wait.

just because i am female he thinks he can push me around. mika stared horribly into the bathroom mirror and pulled her bra strap so that it hung out just a touch. so sexy, she thought about herself, to herself. she smiled and the fangs caught the light nicely.

she had gone to the dentist that morning and had it done. requested no anesthetic because pain was her lover, more than any pig of a man. the fangs were razor sharp.

i'm a stepping razor now baby, she said out loud.

a flush behind her. wow, there was someone in here?

the girl was wearing khaki pants with a matching satchel and a powder blue tee shirt. she had a pretty face; pretty nervous as mika caught the stare in the mirror. she smiled pretty to expose the new fangs; the girl left the bathroom.

and didn't even wash her wittle hands. mika loved nothing more than scaring people.

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HOW DOES IT END?

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