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MY YOUTH IS WASTED- I'M EVASIVE AND VAGUE
I'M A HEADLESS BEAST- I'M A SUBTLE PLAGUE

I'M A CHEATIN' LIAR- I AM NAKED TERROR
I HURT- I WOUND- I'M A FATAL ERROR

I'M A NON-BELIEVER- I REFUSE AND RESIST
I DON'T PLAY NO MORE- I'M A TERRORIST

I'M A RADICAL PIG- I EXPLOIT AND ABUSE
I AM TOTAL CHAOS- STRANGE AND ABSTRUSE

I DON'T MAKE SENSE
I GOT MY PRIDE
DON'T NEED NO MEANING
I FEEL NO SHAME
I WILL NOT BELIEVE
I GOT NO CHOICE
I'M OUT OF CONTROL
AND I LOVE IT

I'M A MAN WHO'S SICK- BUT I GOT CLASS
'COZ YOU ONLY GET RESPECT- WHEN YOU'RE KICKIN' ASS

NON-COMPLIANCE, NON-AGGRESSIVE, NON-CONTAGIOUS, NON-INVOLVEMENT
NON-PRODUCTIVE, NON-RELIGIOUS, NON-RESISTANT, NON-SUBJECTIVE

~ Beast, KMFDM

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The tinted glass window, the span of an entire wall, shattered under the force of the great firebird. Shards flew everywhere, covering the richly decorated office and sending it into total darkness. The bird itself dissolved into orbs of green and flame, which sailed to the front of the mahogany desk. There, a kneeling Ashen appeared. Slowly, he pulled himself to his full height before the empty desk.

An ice-cold wind blew through the office where even a few flakes of snow danced inside. All was quiet, deathly quiet. Then, the sound of glass crunching leaked into the air as a tall old man emerged from the darkest shadows of the room. Ashen eyes took on a cold death-glare; noting how much older the old man looked since the last time he saw him. His receding slicked back hair once like salt and pepper now mostly silver and darker gray, wrinkled skin hung about his eyes and high cheek bones of his regal face, and liver spots plagued his bony hands. However, something's did not change; he was calm and casual in his sharp three piece business suit, his beady gray blue eyes carried no emotion to them when he looked at Ashen briefly then gracefully glided to his desk.

"It's you" He said regarding the young man like he was of no significance. Taking a seat behind his desk, he cleared off some of the broken glass to set down a tumbler filled with water. "You know" His hands traveled under his desk to the drawer, pulling it open he took something out and placed it on the desk after shutting the drawer, "In some species, they say the young come back to their place of birth to die." His elbows laid on the surface of the desk while his long bony fingers interlocked. He rested his clean shaven chin against them while his eyes fixed on the rigid young man across the room, "But since you're already dead I can assume you to be a ghost come to haunt me"

The dark clouds thinned out, letting the round silver moon be seen from a crack. Slowly Ashen pulled something from behind his back; the moonlight gleamed on the black handgun aimed at Meth.

"Oh? Is that why you're here?" Meth asked rhetorically.

"Why did you order MAGE to attack that monastery?" Ashen spoke darkly, ignoring Meth's comment.

The Director took in a sharp sniff, "I think I'll keep that to myself, if you don't mind?"

The safety snapped off with a click that resounded in the hollow atmosphere, "I do" Bitterness seethed through his teeth, "Your words aren't orders anymore, Meth, I won't follow them."

A smug smile lifted the older man's lips behind his hands, "If that's what you would like to think, but the truth is that you're still following orders you will always follow orders because I own you. Why do you think you're standing there with that gun aimed at me? Because that's the man I taught you to bea perfect weapon, one who wouldn't hesitate to kill someoneeven if that someone happens to be the man who raised you. Death is an instinctive reflex to you even after five years of civilian life. So you see? I will always own you Ashen."

Meth unlocked his fingers and popped something in his mouth as what he just said registered for Ashen. The words cycled over and over in Ashen's head while he gripped the gun, the older man only took a sip from his tumbler and set it down on the desk's surface.

A shot rang out. The bullet cut through the air between the two men, but it was abruptly halted in its path. It shattered on impacted with some invisible field, only becoming visible with a static-like fizz and crackle near his desk. The shrapnel from the destroyed bullet rebounded, slicing across Ashen's calf and nicking his forehead, but he didn't flinch.

"Cowardhiding behind a shield." Ashen growled coldly from the back of his throat, the gun still aimed at the older man.

Without warning a white cloud emerged like fog from the shadows in the room, it thinned into a patch where the form of a woman appeared to be sitting. She held an ethereal beauty, there seemed to be a corona about her like that of the moon, giving off her own white light.

It was like she had just hopped off of a delicate piece of blue etched china. Clad in flowing white kimono of many layers with royal blue blossoms printed gracefully in various areas, from the obi hung crystals, white glass beads, and an airy cloth that fluttered with its own wind. Her hair was straight and long, like a waterfall of white with streaks of blue traveling the length of her body into the fog about her knees. Crystal beads and pearls mingled in the hair, creating an ebb in the back before it continued to flow. All of the jewels were held by a small hair band fastened in place by six chopstick-like hairpins, which sunk in at different angles three on either side of her head and had pearls dangling from their ends. There cupped between to long strains of hair was a young face that held no expression, a pure snow complexion with sapphire colored thinly painted lips and shadow smoked eyes that were shut.

Ashen watched the figure with mild wonder, he could feel it in his bones: she was a summon.

"Her name is Asura, the Lady of Life. She is one of the Triad Deity, the three gods of an old religion your people used to follow."

"Howis this possible?" Ashen uttered in a hushed tone.

"Because of you, because of all the years of research done on you." His red eyes snapped to the older man.

"Did you know the only difference between summoners and humans is the brain activity in the frontal lobe? It took us half of your young life to figure that out and this is the fruit of our labor," The Director held up a tiny blue gel cap between his thumb and index finger, "It's called a Summoner Seed, and with just one of these any normal human can come to posses the same powers that your people are born with."

"So planning to sell it on the Black Market or just handing it over to the Ghri?" Ashen spat.

Meth smiled, "Guess"

Ashen glanced at the ethereal being once more, his voice echoed monotone, "You're planning to coup the Ghri."

Ashen could hear the smile in his voice, "Yeswith this, with her and the other twoI can take over Ghri single handily. They of course can fulfill their goal of conquering the Frontier and that's when I'll strike; it will save me the effort. No messy war, no years of conquest, it can be over in less then an hour."

"Was this you're plan all along? Was this what I was needed for?" Ashen asked sickened.

"Yes, that and to annihilate those who would obviously object. I wasn't about to be countered by a bunch of plains people."

Ashen laughed mockingly, "Hehno wonder their Helpers cry out for your blood."

"No doubtbut even you and that little marking you have won't spill my blood, trust me. My new weapon here won't allow that. She is my servant and I am her master, bound by blood to protect me." His eyes beady eyes rolled up to the ethereal woman hovering to his left.

She did not move, save for the fog about her knees and the cloth fluttering about her. Gradually though the twin thick black lashes of each eye separated slightly revealing the hollow, dead eyes, which held no pupils.

Large emerald green eyes.

Ashen only glanced at her for a second before his whole head snapped back with shock morphing every feature. The gun one moment ago so fixated on Meth now limply lowered to his side. A sickening feeling crept over him as he gawked at that face, a cold realization, a frightening connection. Her face

His voice choked almost inaudible, ""

By some mystery, the old gentleman caught this, "Aleura?" He repeated what the young summoner said; the word held no meaning for himself. In fact his brow crinkled with the thought's lacking, slowly they smoothed out when the stray thoughts made their connection, "Oh that was a name," He spoke from the back of his throat for the topic was dull to him, "You must have known the incarnation."

Incarnation? Wild red eyes filled with terror, terror of the impossibility of it all, shifted to Meth's dark commanding presence. They were met and scrutinized, filling the older man with a droll sense as this killer he harvested became a lost little boy.

"You really didn't know, did you?" amusement played subdued in his elegant baritone, "I never told you, I figured you'd learn sooner or later. It is after all, common knowledge among your people."

His heart's slow pounding heartbeats intertwined with silent rhythmic pants that escaped from his parted lips, creating a harmony that drowned out all noise, all thought, save for the words spoken by Meth as they monotonously leaked into his ears.

"Those beasts you summon, the Great Helpers,' they are the souls of those who've died."

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AN: DUN DUN DUN! * Feels silly now * SO yeah, hopefully ppl didn't see that coming. Meth's evil ain't he? *wonder if ppl can tell she doesn't have much to speak on * Chose KMFDM's Beast cause it sounds like Meth to me, cept the youth part and the radical pig part.. oh and the terrorist part and theyou knowjust ignore about half of the song and it's Meth. * yeah that made sense! * Hope you like this chapter, don't forget to be vocal cause it's inspiration. Not just for my fic but for other's as well! More R&R for everyone woot! * Blushes * yeah I'm a geek, so what!