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Date Posted: 10:01:24 02/17/02 Sun
Author: Drake Maxwell
Subject: Asphyxiate

Morning had come into the room, as I had to bask inside of the glow of everything. The voices of my demons went away as another nightmare had come and gone. Now where was I was not the question at hand, the new one was what can I do?

Drake: Ugh, another day another morning.

Television had become a secondary source for the new things developing in my head. Each new topic became each new report of something different I could base upon amongst the mass surreally of trying to contemplate what was this guy writing me these notes was harder than fornication of the mind. Looking blankly into the mirror, I had pieced together what the messenger wrote and something came up within that words-Master of Puppets by Metallica.

I had heard the song over and over, probably the most favorite song of my adolescence; pain was maybe the main focus that had sent me over the edge, the place where I had to even think about living or dying. Dying was the coward's way out.

Drake: Ok, where does all of this begin? First while I was gone, two things happen to me, the choking period and Nile's murder and both of them contain something to do with this person who wants me for salvation. It doesn't make any sense. Ranma, for this is not the time to just be playing a Byzantine power game with the heads of FWF, but to focus more upon the lair in which we are about to intake for our own. Was it not an occurrence just days ago that people came into my life and tried to screw with its existence? Does Ranma ever not drone on about his past and the moments in which he is detailed by them? Ranma will understand just when you try to entail to much into your words, they might play reverse on you. For Veni, Vidi, Vinci, I came in the delighted path of Ranma, I saw his body wrapped in a crimson bed and ready to be sent down into the depths. I conquered Ranma Saotome inside the lair where glass is a weapon of choice, and the blood flows freely. On to Mercury and Shaku Endbringer, people I have no probelm with except that Drew also known as Odyssey has a problem with Merc. You want to tell me something Merc, then tell me this. Define: Distorted. Its the image in which victory was once attainable inside of your grasp and now look where it is...playing second fiddle to some man who couldn't beat Crisis whose Missle's whipping boy, same with you. Shaku - your past seems to be eating away at you, I could imagine if you just delayed the drive and let Matis wrestle for you. I really don't care about you nor Mercury, nor Odyssey for that matter. I am in this just to fill up the space given down by David Marlow and I'll use it the best way I can. With victory...

Down below me while I was concentrating on the simple-minded things of what this guy was doing to me, the forest of buildings, cars, and animals- the city was wide-awake doing what they could. The graffiti was being added on with more of the stuff, one covered a slogan for the Aesir Corporation to sell the minds of those consumers who bought that, A bit closer to heaven.

People walked down the street with phones to their ears, including Johnathan Sharp one of the spokespersons for the Aesir Corporation, he read things from the newspaper and spoke on the phone to businessmen who were willing to sell their stock to him and so he can add more to Aesir Corporations millions. Their American Dream to come true, and soon for everyone else in the business world, a cold day in hell.

Johnathan: Listen, I don't care what you do, just- I know I know. Either make the transaction or you are going to sleep on the streets on the ground begging for Valkyr.

Voice on Other End: Sorry boss, I'll get the shipment into you by Tuesday I promise.

Johnathan: It better be there, or your ending your career on a ground with your pupils diallated.

Sharp kept his eye on the building coming up, where he worked and contributed to the posion that was eating the city with daggers lke mentaility. As he entered the building a casual smiled drenched his lips, not saying high but walking with evil like bravado. As his trenchcoat dug into the palate of the floor, he continually stepped on it with the heel of his shoe.

Johnathan: Any tips of whether the cops know anything about Aesir's backdrop?

Worker: No sir, everything is locked up tightly.

Johnathan: Good, see to it that you keep it that way.

The worker turned his head back to his computer screen, typing away while the Aesir logo flashed upon the computer screen. He only seemed interested in keeping the money that he made and so forth, but with people now you couldn't tell.

It was some read, talking about an undisclosed project that was top secret to only Aesir Corporation members, something about a New Year's party and things that would take everything into a vortex of syringes and green blood.

Worker: Okay, the mainframe seems pretty wired and the documents for Xperiment seems to be inorder. The lab doctors are looking into the drug right now seeing if it's any good. The latest lab report states that test was about 90% sucessful and that the subjects were all violent just like you wanted them sir.

Johnathan: How about our new boy?

The worker stammers with his words before turning around and looking at his boos, the flat top hair with the charms of Patrick Bateman esque proportions. Johnathan Sharp was like Patrick Bateman and modeled himself after it, except using a chainsaw and bloddy mass murder.

Worker: Excellent condition sir, he's passed all field operations and now is getting closer to fufiling his duties.

A smile came across Johnathan's face as he continued walking up the stairs to his office, holding a cup of coffee that had been given to him from one of the mail clerks. Aesir had been embroiled in a stock war with an upstart Toronto company, Longfellow for marketing ideas and also everything else in between.

As he went to open the elevator, all he could think of was the fact that he would take Aesir to the top and in only months, he would be known as a Rags to Riches man, everyone wanting him to build up their companies from the ashes.

The elevator dinged with a slight pitch to it as the doors pulled open by wires and the tentacles of wire cords that sent messages to the elevator, the blood veins that kept it working. Sharp only stood and whistled to the tunes of Linkin Park. As the second ding came, Sharp exited the elevator and wnet into a small cubicle where most of his workers held office and pressed in his identification code. SHarp then got a thank you from the computer screen and walked down the long hall and into another elevator, dropping him downward into the abyss of a basement.

Johnathan: Come on people hurry up! We haven't got all day and the shipments are supposed to be filled within 48 hours!

The workers acted like bees, always told what to do by a head master as they continued their long walks and typing of computer screens. One of the workers-Peter Staubaugh had receieved an e-mail from another co-worker talking about the surreal damages of the Xperiment project.

From: aesirlukesand@yahoo.com
To: PTCrusierDriver@yahoo.com
Subject: Xperiment gone wrong

Message: Peter, this Xperiment project is not what it seems for we aren't making a better world rather unleashing a monster out into it to destroy, pumping him full of Valkyr, he will start yelling in tones of green, talking about the Great Satan of past reference. This man is looking for nothing more than death, disease and plague to play itself on in the city, making his entire objective totally meaningful.

We have to stop this Peter, if we don't the entire city will fall down into the places of what you cannot image in the horror movies you see when the city is on the brink of total disaster for it is much worser than that. I hope you read this and resign from your post right now and take everyone else with you. We don't need to be part of this.

-Roger

Peter: Can't do that Roger, got a family to support.

Peter then sent a e-mail back to Roger telling just what he had said, the desk was a complete clutter of items, making itself it's own jungle.

Out in the experimentation center, the lab coats worked endlessly just to see if the finished product would be that much what it was orignially prophesied as. Sharp looked over them with a keen eye to everything as he continued checking papers from the desk he sat at in his large office on the top floor of the building. He had a secret camera stashed into the room, his prized possesion was there in the middle of the room hooked to wires and electromagnetic shock therapy utensils encased vertically in a glass tube. A huge bulking man with biceps as large as the head of a normal man, his eyes were covered and blindfolded. He was blind his sight and thought to be unconscious, but no he was awake listening to everything the lab coats were saying.

Worker: You see him, I'm telling you he'll replace every man we have sent to war and win wars for us single handedly.

Distant Voice: Get to work!

The workers complied and went back to work, Peter checked his watch, 10:00 AM-he would have to work 5 more hours before he could return home.

I looked at my watch, only 3 days until Wednesday, 3 days until I was to defeat Ranma Saotome in the lair of Glass Fist, but with this Aesir thing going on, I could only suspect them for what was going down. No one knew except them what was going on, yet I happened to know because Peter was my way into everything. Into their world, because every mob family that the trail of blood from Nile led to them and this mystery person left another message on my car window this time just one sentence.

"...Awaken the darkness within you..."

He wanted something from me, how I don't know but I know some answers will come when and after I face Ranma on Insurrection, team with an enemy in Odyssey against Shaku Endbringer and Mercury maybe they are the answers I need, or maybe they aren't you cannot tell now these days.

As I went back into my apartment in my name in Ontario, I sighed and bit my lip trying to slove what these messages actually meant. But the interruption of my thoughts ended making the search even harder than what it was.

There was a knock outside the door...

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