Author note: Hi all!! Remember me? Listen, I'm really, really sorry about the delay with this update. I wish there was a good excuse but there isn't; I just couldn't write for months and then everything started happening at once. I moved house having only had a week's notice though. The new place is nice. Funnily enough, I was procrastinating about this chapter for months and then I got it done in a single weekend. And, it's over three times longer than the last chapter. It's got nearly 6000 words (FYI, my dissertation for advanced english last year was only 5000 words and it took me three weeks) and there's still another chapter and an epilogue before I can call it a day on this fic. Speaking thusly, at some point I'll be writing a partner fic for my brother's Fullmetal Alchemist fic 'The conqueror of Ultima Thule'. It's a pretty decent read, even if it takes a while to get into. so, if anyone wants to get ahead with the reading my brother's profile is favourited on my profile. His alias is Kung-Fuud. See you next chapter!! (And sorry again!!!)
CHAPTER 009 - the awakening
The waves are quiet now, their rhythm reduced to nothing but a heartbeat in my mind. The world in front of my eyes is dark, cold and hostile. There is nothing actually there, but the same feeling persists, the same feeling a child gets when looking into a dark room. Logic has no place here; there is only instinct. Where I am, why I am here and what will happen seem of little value now; I am simply here, waiting to understand.
Wake up…
I fall through the blackness, unsure of where I began and oblivious of where it will all end. I am nothing now; another part of the black, a small piece of eternity. For the first time I see my life in perspective: I am nothing in the scale of the universe. Less than a single grain of sand in a vast desert, a drop of water in the ocean. My struggles, my dreams, my life; what will they amount to in the end? When I die, everything will wash away in the tides of time and all that people knew of me will be reduced to words and dust.
Wake up…
The darkness is receding. Before, it was so prominent I could practically touch it; now, there is something else forcing its way in. The world is stirring, as if waking from a long sleep. In the black things almost seem to move of their own accord. Something is changing, it has awoken. In the fading dark I hear the voices of others around me, urging me out of the dark, telling me to go. Wake up, they say. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up…
Wake up!
Bright light hits my eyes, stabbing through my eyelids, dazzling me. A cruel white light shines from above. As soon as I move the pain hits me like a wave. For a brief moment it becomes too much and I recoil, unable to move. The pain passes and I stand, suddenly aware of my surroundings. A clutter of machines litter the walls, a small door hides amongst them and above my head there is a glass ceiling. A man stands just within eyesight; as soon as I see him he runs off.
Where am I? I ask myself, looking around with growing fear. How did I get here?
Don't be afraid, I hear. It's going to be alright.
What? Who was that? Where are they? Damn you, speak!
I am 001, The voice says. Kami-Sama, is that a child's voice? I'm not really 'talking' in the strictest sense of the word; I'm communicating directly to your mind with Telepathy. You don't have time to hear the answers right now; they know you're awake. Get out of there while you still can!
What the hell? Telepathy? Is this some sort of joke?! I yell at the air. You aren't fooling me!
All of a sudden the door slams shut with a deafening crash. As strange steam forms on the panels of the machines.
Get out of there! They're flooding the room with gas! Jump up, through the roof!
This can't be real! I'll never make it up there! But yet, all of a sudden I feel slower, and heavier. Everything begins to blur and the thought of just lying down and sleeping seems so tempting.
JUMP!
Without even stopping to worry about the consequences I leap; there is barely enough time to shield my face before I hit the ceiling and smash right through it, landing sprawled on the floor, sixteen feet above where I was before. What the hell? There's no way I could have managed that naturally… Before I can even pick myself up rough hands grab me and I end up on the floor ten feet over.
Attention, you do not have clearance to be on this level. Depart to appropriate area immediately or we will use deadly force.
Robots? What kind of place is this? One of them steps forward, ready to strike. I stand, looking around desperately for a means of escape, my heart thumping in my throat. Everything slows down, in my head; it lunges forward, I duck out of the way and, compelled by some primeval instinct, I strike. The machine shatters like glass. Without even thinking I turn on the rest, hands shaking and mind racing. There is no time for thought here; everything unfolds in front of my eyes as if it were being shown on a screen and my hands and feet move of their own accord.
Don't you dare even touch me!! I yell, my vision blurring with rage.
The machines lie in pieces in front of me. I shake with rage and fear. At least it's over now; what a nightmare.
I wish I could tell you that you're right, The voice says. But, it's not over. I'm sorry to say this, but, this has only just begun. The test is about to commence. You don't have long before the attack begins.
What?! Test? Attack? Kami-Sama!! What kind of a test is this?
At that very moment the wall right in front of me smashes open, sending rubble and dust all through the room. Out in the open air, beyond the wall, there stands a metallic monster. It stands at least four times taller than me and I've never seen anything like it before. All of the energy I felt before vanishes in a flash and I can't even move for shock. It moves, poised to strike but even now I'm paralysed with fear.
Joe, just move!!!
Without even thinking I roll out of the way, and not a moment too soon either. The machine's fist hits the ground with a booming crash and a three-foot crater marks the spot where I was only a moment before.
Listen, I hate to tell you this, but this is no time for fear and doubt. The voice says. You have the power to defeat that monster. Just do what you did before and try not to question it for now. You will get answers.
Dammit, this 001 kid is right. I have no choice now. The machine raises its fist and without a moment's hesitation I leap forward and meet the thing head on. Jesus, all of this feels so natural. The great monster falls to pieces in the wake of my attack and in far too short a time I am standing out in the fresh air with the wind slowly calming my racing heart. Where in the hell am I? It doesn't matter for now.
Ok, 001, I say, to the wind and the rocks in the distance. I think you've got some explaining to do. I want answers.
I'm sorry, The voice says. But I can't tell you yet. If we can meet face-to-face I'll give you your answers.
What?! You're out of your mind! If I see you you're gonna end up with a broken nose, if you're lucky.
I don't think you'll want to do that, The voice says, calmly. Anyway, we can sort that out when you get here. If you follow my instructions we can rendezvous and get out of this place, Deal?
Ok, fine, deal. Where am I going?
Head directly forwards to the outcrop of rocks you see. Stay under cover wherever possible and try to avoid people and buildings at all costs. Oh, and you don't need to speak out loud, I'll hear you anyway. Keep quiet or they'll detect you. Best of luck.
Little bastard. He's pushing his luck. It'll take me at least two hours to reach those rocks. If this is another stupid test I'm really gonna lose it.
The sun bears down mercilessly on my face as I walk. The building I was in before slowly shrinks in the distance, but, even so the outcrop doesn't seem any closer. No-one seems to notice me as I go and an eerie silence hangs over my head. There are no birds or animals here. This just isn't natural. But, at least it gives me time to think this over. I'm seriously in the dark, with all things considered. The last thing I remember before waking up here was the van crashing, and the feeling of blood running down my head. A check of my head shows no blood, or even any sign of damage. And now, here I am, in the middle of nowhere, listening to the instructions of a voice in my head with this unbelievable strength and speed. And, these unbelievable clothes too. What the hell? If this is some bastard's idea of a joke he's really going to pay for this. Or worse, if this isn't a joke and some serious shit is going on here. I don't even know which would be worse. Crap, those damn rocks still don't look any closer.
Wait!! Don't take another step forward, for the love of god!!
This voice in my head is different from the first one; shrill and distinctly feminine with a definite accent. It takes me by surprise and I move forward in spite of myself. From underneath my foot something clicks. Shit. The mine beneath my feet explodes with a dull noise and the force knocks me into the air, landing spread-eagled and sore on the ground twenty-feet away. Surprisingly enough, apart from a few bruises I'm unhurt and after only a moment's pause I'm on my feet again.
Sorry, you're luck just ran out, The first voice says. I've been misdirecting them up till now but they've spotted you. You're going to have to run unless you want all of their firepower concentrated on you at once. Run, now!
Damn it!! With no other thought in my head but the rocks ahead of me I begin to run, at full pelt, not even daring to check if I'm being followed. I feel so light, almost weightless as I run on. Before a minute has passed the sound of gunfire reaches my ears. I feel a great force hitting me in the back, knocking me to the ground. Jesus, they've opened fire. There's no time to stop, even now. I leap to my feet and keep running, in a complete panic now. All of a sudden they're all around me, soldiers, tanks, robots and god-knows-what-else. They're all poised to fire. Shit.
Hit the switch on your back tooth, quickly before they open fire.
What the hell?
Press it!
The sound of gunfire erupts in my ears, I clench my eyes and teeth, the switch flips with a click and all of a sudden everything feels different. I open my eyes, in great fear. The soldiers around me have frozen and the bullets have stopped right next to me. A shell from one of the tanks has stopped only inches from my chest. What in the name of god is this?
This is your accelerator. It allows you to move at fast enough speeds that the time around you becomes distorted. Anyway, it hasn't stopped, it's only slowed. Get out of there as fast as you can and disengage from the acceleration as soon as possible. At this stage the acceleration won't last for long.
This is the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. As I climb over the tanks and sidle past the soldiers they remain still, like wax statues. It feels like it has taken hours to get past them but now that I am I break into a run again, still in this acceleration. But, as I go on, I begin to feel dizzy, and disoriented. My vision begins to blur and fog but I'm far too frightened to stop.
By the time I realise my mistake it's too late. The world blackens before my eyes and I feel myself falling. All of a sudden I feel the rush of cold water all about me. Just lie before… I begin to panic, thrashing and kicking in a desperate struggle to find the surface. I don't have long before I run out of air. I don't want it to end this way…
Don't panic, just breathe out and let this happen, A third voice says. You'll know what to do!! It'll be fine.
I don't even think of questioning it this time. I let the last of my precious air out and wait. I don't even know how, but, I can feel cool air returning to my lungs and slowly my vision returns. Kami-Sama, this water is deeper than I imagined and from down here I can see planes and helicopters flying over the surface.
There's only one way for us to do this now, the first voice says. You're going to have to swim to the surface and let us take care of this. Bear with us for now.
I hope you know what you're doing. You're not the one who just avoided getting blown to pieces by a damn tank!
Swimming from down here is a lot easier than I remembered from my childhood lessons in the local pool, but yet, after all of this nothing is surprising to me anymore. I swim to the surface and almost immediately I am spotted by the aircraft above. Then, another sound reaches my ears, a roaring sound and whatever it is its getting closer. A voice reaches my ears.
Coming through! The voice yells. Outta the way you Black-Ghost sons of bitches!!!
Something collides with me in the water and before I can even catch my breath I see the ground, eighty feet below me. What in the hell?!
Jesus man, A voice says from above me. If you were any slower I coulda walked to come and get you. What's the damn hold-up? You leave your wallet behind or something?
The guy holding me by the shoulders and flying through the air has to be about my age. He speaks with an unmistakable American accent and has red hair. It takes me a moment or two to find the right words.
Are, are you the one who's been guiding me here? Are you 001?
He snorts.
If only, he says. I'm 002. Let me guess, the little guy's been messing with your head? He just sorta does that, he seems to like it.
Then, behind us in the air another of the jet aircraft approaches. They've caught up with us. The flying guy, 002, swears and we begin to move faster. The aircraft behind us speeds up and 002 swears again. We begin to take more complicated manoeuvres through the air and the plane simply keeps directly behind us. Everything begins to spin and sway around me.
Shit! We got company, 002 yells. Any chance of a little covering fire from you guys?
You're almost in range, A voice says in our heads. Just get the bastard close enough. Happy landings.
After a tense moment 002 makes a very sudden dive, directly downwards and we meet the rocket midway down. Above our heads the rocket and the jet plane collide. The explosion is massive and my ears begin to ring, even from fifty feet below. We hit the ground, 002 lands on his feet but I'm nowhere near as lucky, unfortunately. I stumble, trip over my own feet and fall headlong into someone. The someone catches me before I collapse. Then, I see that the someone is about seven feet tall and could probably break my neck with one hand.
Are you hurt? The someone asks.
N, no. I manage to stutter out. I feel like I could collapse with exhaustion.
I'm glad you made it to us in one piece, The voice says. If you'll let me make introductions I'll see if I can explain things for you afterwards. I, as you know, am 001. If you look to your left you'll see me in 003's arms.
What the hell, a baby? This can't be right.
I'm afraid it is. Anyway, you've already met 002, he was kind enough to go and pick you up. This young woman here is 003 and just to your left there is 004...
And so it goes on, each of the other eight in the group are introduced and they seem to be fair enough. They are all dressed in the same type of clothes as I am and they all look like they've been through hell. It turns out it was the girl, 003, that warned me about the landmine. The black guy, 008 helped me in the water and the grey-haired 004 fired the rocket. The others all seem to be a bit suspicious of me and they keep snatching glances at me from behind my back.
What's the problem, I ask, already feeling rather defensive. You guys have a problem?
Don't read into it too much, the girl, 003, says. You see, the last part of your test was for you to fight all of us and I guess we're all rather worried that your might suddenly decide to finish things up.
I glance over at her. She has blonde hair and very peculiar eyes. They don't look quite real, almost like doll's eyes. She holds little 001 in her arms as if he was her own and looks slightly ill.
We've come a long way to get here, The grey-haired guy says. We've been staring death in the face for what feels like forever and we definitely don't want to lose now.
I won't fight you, I say, realising that I mean it. But, I would like to know what the hell is going on here and why everything in this place seems dead-set on killing me.
Ok, but, I'll explain everything while we're moving. We're far too exposed out here and I think we'd all like to get off of this island as soon as we can. Which way are we going 003?
Due south, The girl says. If we keep going for about three and a half kilometres we'll come across a concealed entrance to the central complex. It should be empty since it's strictly for emergencies. We can make our way to the hangar and find a transport from there…
Thus the nine of us begin to walk, with the tall guy and the grey-haired guy in front and the girl and I in the middle with the black guy and the bald guy on either side of us. The short guy and the red-head, 002 bring up the rear. As we walk, in supposed silence, 001 begins his story.
This all began quite a while back. It's been proven that the creation and selling of weapons can lead to vast amounts of money and power in times of war. Whichhas led, more or less to the creation of the Black Ghost. The Black Ghost is a large-scale merchant of death with only one thing on their agenda: war. Their presence is unknown to the world but their grasp extends over the entire world. Their normal strategy is to produce top-of-the-line new weapons, use them to instigate war and then to sell their weapons to the warring countries, thus creating an arms race and mass suspicion; leading to more war and more weapons in a vicious circle. Unfortunately for the rest of the world this has proven to be immensely effective. The nine of us are simply the next stage in the arms race. We are experimental subjects for their new cyborg army project. Prototypes for testing before they move on to mass production. To them, we represent the creation of a potentially limitless army that can go anywhere, solve any problem and can think enough for ourselves. As you can probably imagine, the idea of being living weapons doesn't really suit us, so we've rebelled against the Black Ghost and we hope to escape before they can use us and the data they've obtained from studying us.
Bloody hell, The bald guy, 007, says. You make it sound so dramatic! You should think of taking up a career as a playwright with that kind of vocabulary on your side…
Anyway, The little one says, regardless of the interruption. Like you we were all taken away from our lives andour homes by the operatives of Black Ghost without choice or prior knowledge and turned into cyborgs. Sadly, most of us don't even come close to the kind of power you have the potential for. They used all the relevant data from the eight of us for your enhancements. That means they won't give you up without a fight and they will probably have any number of ways to stop us from leaving. If we all work together we can get out safely.
I'm speechless, there's nothing left to be said. The others seem to get the message and leave me to my thoughts as we all walk on. We move forward in silence, all deep in our thoughts. The very thought of just how much there is to take in is overwhelming. All of this is too much and I feel like I could go mad just thinking it all over.
The silence is only occasionally broken by the girl, 003, who mentions when there's a land-mine or a platoon of soldiers to be avoided. It seems to be an ability only she has. It begins to make me wonder just what each of the others can do. I will probably find out in due time. But, if what 001 said is true, and I'm the next stage in this cyborg project, what kind of power do I have?
The landscape around us begins to change, the rocks become larger and closer together. The number of land-mines nearby becomes greater and we only avoid detection by some miracle. Even so, my nerves are shot, my feet and hands are aching from the fight, my ears are still ringing from the explosion and I'm even beginning to feel hungry. The prospect of food makes me feel even worse and I begin to wonder when I'll next eat.
By the time we stop everyone in the group is looking a little forlorn. The girl points out a small black box, half hidden under a group of rocks. Must be the way in.
It needs a voice-key and the eight-digit password to open,The child says. 007, if you would be so kind, I'll get the password worked out.
The bald guy, 007 pauses for a moment, and then the image of his face distorts in front of my eyes. An old man's face is there now and he speaks as 003 taps the password into the key-pad on the box.
Dr Julius Browne, 007 says, in an old man's voice. Head of chemical research, security clearance gamma.
The box beeps twice and the ground begins to rumble. On the other side of the rocks from the box a hole has opened up. The others begin to climb down and into the darkness below. Only 008 and I remain. He beckons to me.
Listen, He says. Despite what 001 said I don't want you to push yourself too hard when we get in there. For now just hang back. If you push yourself too hard too early you might not recover. The rest of us can pick up the slack. Until you have enough confidence you need only worry about staying alive unless your need is dire. Ok?
I nod, not trusting my voice. I don't honestly think I could manage any more fighting yet. 008 hops down into the dark and I follow.
In the dark some sort of commotion is going on, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark but something is wrong. 008 yells out; the others are in trouble and by the sound of it he fell into the trap too. It will only be a matter of seconds before I get noticed too.
Get behind it! 004 yells. There's a gun down there; shoot the damn thing!
This time the acceleration takes a moment to kick in, then the world slows to a crawl once more and it becomes all too easy to get past the machine. From what I can see it's another large robot, holding the others. A sudden rush of adrenaline begins to surge through me, clearing my head of any doubt and fear, bringing in only the deepest instinct to fight. I won't fade out that easily. These bastards can't just expect me to lay down my life for their stupid cause; nothing will stop me from being free. I'll get out of here, even if it takes me right to my last breath.
The gun feels all too natural in my hand. I don't even need to aim before I fire. The machine breaks up and the others fall free. So much for the hanging-back strategy; I can't even remember the last time I felt so alive, or when I had this much control over my life.
The others pick themselves up, mutter things that could be words of thanks or simply complaints. I couldn't care less. I just want to get out of here already.
Nice shot. The grey-haired 004 says.
As we all move on the tunnel becomes narrower and it begins to slope downwards. Water sloshes around our legs and the air becomes closer. After what feels like hours the water is at waist depth, the air is so close I can barely breathe and we are standing at the base of a door. After a shot is fired the small security camera is in pieces and sinking into the water. 004's abilities involve a gun in his left hand. He swears and complains about recoil as the tall guy, 005 approaches the door in front of us.
Hang on a minute me old china plate, The bald guy, 007 says. There's probably an alarm attached to that door. This requires a covert operation and a certain degree of stealth, allow me.
Again, he concentrates and begins to metamorphose. He shrinks like in a rewound film and his form changes to a small mouse. Surprisingly enough the mouse speaks in his voice, even if it's somewhat quieter.
Never gets any bloody easier, if you'd Adam-and Eve it. He says. I'll meet you lot as soon as possible. Best of luck.
The 007-mouse disappears through a crack in the wall and after a slightly awkward minute the door above us creaks open. After all this time down in the tunnels the bright lights are painfully dazzling and for a brief moment I'm back in the room I awoke in, with all of the world ready to strike at me, through no fault of my own. I need to get out of here, and fast.
The corridors are all empty as we move on; there aren't even any closed doors or guards. I'm already beginning to worry about this and by the look of this so are the others. After everything they've thrown at us so far you'd think they would at least have a few dozen battalions of troops ready to mount an attack. But no, the complex is silent. Once or twice I become sure that I can hear people moving about, just out of sight and right behind us. If the 003 girl has seen anything she would surely have said something about it by now. All of this feels just too good to be true.
The hangar is just ahead, 004 says. I'll bet any amount of money they're waiting for us in there…
Suddenly, the door behind us slams shut, followed almost immediately by the one ahead of us. The room is sealed with us all in it; rats in a trap. We should have seen this coming.
Don't even bother trying to get out of this one, A voice says from above us. The chamber you're all in was designed specifically for this purpose. We know just how strong you all are; that chamber is simply one step higher.
The lights snap on from high above; there are three men and two women staring down at us from the glass ceiling. None of them look anything under fifty years old and they don't look friendly. The man who spoke to us is a rat-faced old man with a vile grin spread over his face like a scar. The woman next to him looks like an extra from a cheap Sci-Fi horror movie and has to be in her mid-fifties; despite that she dresses as if she were in her twenties. Another old man, shorter than the rest speaks to us, sounding completely emotionless and detached.
You all have no right to do this, He says. Return to your cells immediately so that we can finish the testing.
Jien tah-duh guay, The short 006 says. QU SI!!!
What in the world makes you think we would listen to you? 003 yells out. You mean to kill us!
It's true that some projects have proven more useful than others, The old woman replies. And, the subjects with no further use will be subject to termination, but, who are you complain? You've been given god-like gifts for nothing at all and you throw it back in our faces! You're all nothing but petulant children!
No-one in their right mind would call being captured, mutilated and tortured a gift! 008 yells. You bastards turned us into weapons!
I've heard enough of this nonsense, The first man says. This is your last chance; return to your cells or we will make you!
Well, if that's the case, I'd like to see you bloody make us! 007 says from behind the scientists. Deus ex bloody machina you bastards!
007, by the looks of things, has raided the armoury and is armed to the teeth. He has a rather threatening Uzi sub-machine gun pointed directly at the shorter scientist and he looks like he means business.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, the dress-rehearsal is over and it's high time the show started, He says. Has he been rehearsing that? This will go a lot easier of you all cooperate. Dr Gilmore, you, are coming with us, as a guarantee of a safe exit. Move it, I'd hate to kill you. Not out of any lasting love of your character but simply because 004's been absolutely itching to riddle you with bullets for quite a while now; I'd hate to deprive him of that pleasure.
Dr Gilmore sighs deeply and moves forwards seemingly shaking with rage. 007 grabs his arm and directs the Doctor, rather roughly, over to the control panel on the door's mechanism. Dr Gilmore begins protesting for a moment but 007 re-directs his attention to the sub-machine gun in his hand. The Doctor taps in a key code and the door in front of us opens once more. Surely enough, while the door was closed the entire hangar has filled to the brim with soldiers. They all look vaguely shocked that Dr Gilmore is amongst us and look rather lost without instructions.
Whatever you do don't fire! Dr Gilmore says, his voice wavering. The cyborgs have learned the self-destruct code for the base! They'll blow this whole place to hell and I'm the only one who can stop them! For the love of god, stay back!!
Slowly, warily, we back towards one of the aircraft, weapons at the ready. My heart is beating so loud, they must be able to hear it. We're so close now, but anything could happen now. I feel like I'm about to throw up. 004 and 008 board the plane first, heading for the cockpit. Then 005, 006, 007 and 002 follow with the Doctor. The girl 003, 001 and I remain. I hesitate. From behind me the voices of the scientists reach my ears.
Don't go with them, boy! One of them screams at me. You could defeat all of them without even trying! Remember how good it felt to destroy those other machines? That lot are no different from the robots you destroyed only hours ago! If you follow them you'll end up dead! Stay here, and let us make you the best ever!
Don't listen to them! 001 says. They don't know you and they'll say anything to make you stay!
Stay with us, 003 says. I don't know who you were before, but, I know enough about you already to say this: you don't want to go back there! You don't want to be their weapon!
She's right. As the curses and false promises behind me grow in volume and echo through the hall I step forwards, towards fate, away from fear and into the future. 003 smiles for the first time and we board together.
I'm happy you came with us, 009. 001 says.
009? I suppose I am.
You're one of us now. 002 says.
The future ahead of us is ominous, 001 says. If we make the wrong moves now everything we fought for today will have been in vain. If we all stick together, as a team we can ride through the storm ahead and break free of the Black Ghost.
They certainly won't let us go that easily. 008 says.
If that's the case, I'm all up for it. There's no way in hell we're going back there. They will have to send everything they've got and more to bring us back alive. We'll be ready.
To Be Continued
TRANSLATIONS
Kami-Sama - Japanese - god (not a literal translation (It has more of a root in the Shinto religion FYI) but from what I've learned Japanese people use it when referring to the Christian god and since Joe-Chan was raised by a priest it seems right.)
me old china plate - cockney (London) slang, slightly old-fashioned, it's a bit of a joke. It's a rhyme for 'my old mate'. So, basically 007 is calling 005 his mate, a half-reference to my grandparents, who grew up in London.
if you'd Adam-and Eve it - same as the 'china plate' thing. It means "if you'd believe it". N.B. the other bit of cockney slang I picked up it replacing the word 'stairs' with 'apples and pairs'. It would have been all Shakespeare quotes for 007 but my internet was down while I was writing this and I couldn't find my big Shakespeare book. L. More Shakespeare next chapter.
Jien tah-duh guay, - Chinese - Like Hell! (I got this from a semi-reliable source and I'm sorry if it's wrong!)
QU SI!!! - Chinese - Go and die! (From a more reliable source this time! Thank yooooou!!)