Author's Notes: I don't own the rights to Fight Club or R.O.D. (Read or Die/Dream). I wish I was 20th century fox, Chuck Palahniuk Or the creator of R.O.D. Ah well, I got this idea while watching Fight Club, and thinking about how I was like the narrator, kind of in a rut for writing. So enjoy.

Read or Fight (A Fight Club and R.O.D. Fic)

By Aura

Chapter 1: You Hurt the Ones you Love

            First Nancy gets me a job as a librarian at a book depository. The next minute, Nancy is holding her hand inside my chest. It's funny how we used to be best friends, living in a rundown house in London, and now she's about to kill me.

"Nine minutes," She says in a soft tone, "do you have anything you wish to say?"

With a paper gag on your mouth, you speak only in vowels. I muffled something out.

"Oh sorry," She says taking her hand off my heart, ripping the paper off. A red line formed from where her hands had touched my face.

"No not at the moment," I say in a raspy voice. While rolling my tongue across the red lines, taking the bitter red liquid back into my body, my eyes followed the blue haired woman across the room.

"Eight Minutes," She says staring out the window, "think of all we have accomplished."

What we did accomplish at the moment was wiring that old building in front of us with enough explosives to level an entire city block. While I sat there, in a chair with wheels on it, I couldn't move.

"You know, we really won't die," Nancy said, "We'll just be born again, in a new way. Never worrying about growing old."

In seven minutes, that building in front of us, and this whole city will be reduced to ruble.

Below us we can hear the sounds of desks and computers being pushed out into the streets below. Who could be doing such things? Why the little space monkeys of Operation Book Keepers, that's who.

I know this because Nancy knows this.

Six minutes.

My life flashes before my eyes. I'm sitting behind a desk, waiting for the next class to start, my head deep within a copy of War and Peace.

Hear the bell.

Go to class.

You go through life, doing what you are told to do and then you just die. You never know why you were put here on this planet.

Five minutes.

They say you hurt the ones you love, well it works both ways.

Four minutes.

I guess I should explain to you the events that eventually led to this climatic point in my life. Sitting here, with a front row seat to the most spectacular act of terrorism the world will ever see.

It all has to deal with a guy named The Joker.