FATR: I'm sorry I haven't updated this in a while. It sort of fell out of popularity, so I turned my attention to "Cat and a Half" instead. The momentum really is picking up again. It's a shame not as many people are reading anymore. Anyway, I'm putting this up for the ever faithful NatzandtheRatz (what does that screen name mean, any way?). I realize the content of this chapter may be mildly disturbing to some readers, so I will include a basic summary at the end. If at any point you find yourself uncomfortable you can opt to skip to the end. To the chip chip!

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Ana would have killed to able to fly (hell, she would have killed for no reason at all) but the city was too crowded for her to ever get a moment alone and it was too risky to fly in broad daylight. "How do these humans live like this? For the sake of Cshicomi..." Ana grumbled, practically spitting out the word 'humans.' She had been walking for about an hour now and the going was almost painfully slow. She looked up at the houses passing on either side, because that's what they were now, large elegant houses with neat front lawns. This was miles away from apartment land. She was almost there. Pausing in the middle of the street to get her bearings she felt around with her mind until she felt his specific energy pattern calling to her. Ana turned towards the house it was coming from and eyed the facade, trying to pinpoint him with greater accuracy. The house was only a third as massive as Fisk's. She supposed George's wealth was marked by the fact that he could afford to purchase a house with its own lawn at all. How these humans and their money functioned was still a mystery to her, but she still liked it. Money could corrupt, money could make people kill each other, so money was good. Top floor near the back. Ana glanced around to make sure no one was watching and faded out of visual existence.

Ana landed and walked literally through the closed balcony door as if it were no more solid than mist. The room was lined with shelves of ancient Incan artifacts. This man was really into his history. From the looks of the place this was some kind of study. Ana moved across the room and opened the next door. This one was the bedroom, and it was done up like an ancient armory. There were shields and swords and battle axes prominently displayed for all to see. I wouldn't want to be a robber sneaking unawares into this room. She chuckled. That is sort of what I am, though, isn't it? There was movement in the hall and voices.

"...and make sure it stays purple this time."

"Yes, sir."

Footsteps faded away down the hall as the door nob turned. Ana stayed right where she was and turned to watch the man. His hair had a salt and pepper look to it. It was George. She bit her lip in thought and mentally checked the hallway and surrounding rooms. There were people around, quite a few of them. Now, she had two options. One was subtlety, watch and observe until he lets the location out through a thought or an action. The second, and more appealing, was to have a little fun with the old bastard. Though the former would be more efficient and wouldn't involve a body to dispose of, Ana opted for the latter. Besides, she wasn't worried about being found out. Emma was the only being in this dimension with the power to destroy her, and Emma couldn't fight to save her life. "George."

George's head snapped up and his eyes darted around the room. "Hello?"

"You have something I want."

George backed towards the wall and reached behind him for a weapon. "Who are you? Show yourself!" He watched a vaguely familiar form materialize before his very eyes. He pulled a battle ax off the wall. "Now explain yourself. Are you peaceful?"

Ana eyed the toy with a tinge of amusement in her bright eyes, far from intimidated. "I want the Spirit Stone." She prowled towards him. "I assume that if you had the other four elements, you must know where the fifth is located."

Now, at this point one must be wondering why George is so relatively calm for a man in his situation. He was no stranger to ghosts and other worldly beings, good and evil. However, he was not quite sure who this might be, and he was hesitant to hand over such powerful secrets. "I won't tell you a thing until you identify yourself."

Ana kept advancing. "I have a sister that is also after the amulet. We must not let her get it, there is no telling what she would do."

"Tell me your name," George insisted. She was only a yard or so away now.

Ana sighed. "Fine. I lied. I am Anaconda Cobra Swamp-Adder, daughter of Nasarack and Cshicomi. I am a-"

George's expression hardened. "I know who you are, at least enough to know not to give you the stone."

"Not willingly, at any rate," she responded ominously.

"You're right about that." He swung the ax with surprising force. It burrowed into her stomach and knocked her to the floor. "Get out of here, now!"

Ana laughed as blood gurgled out of her throat.

The ax raised again. "I'll kill you, I swear!"

"You know less than I thought," she laughed.

George scowled and chopped off her head. "Filthy demons," he grumbled. He knew full well what the stones could do when brought together, and now he also knew he had better make sure the last one was secure. He couldn't have someone like Anaconda opening the gate between the worlds. Someone like her could not possibly have any kind of pure intentions. And what if she was working for somebody else? He walked into his study to make a call. When he closed the door and turned around he spotted her standing by his desk holding a sword.

"I don't work for anyone, everyone works for me. I knew you knew where it was, and if you don't tell me things could get nasty."

George spun on his heel and ran for the door. When he flung it open she was waiting right on the other side. There was a strange moment where the doors passed through her and then she grabbed his throat in a vice grip.

"Come on, Georgie, don't be like this." She cast him to the carpet. "I just want a little information." She hauled him into a sitting position and punched him back down. "Is it worth losing your life over?"

George rolled over and tried to crawl away but she grabbed his ankle and hauled him back with supernatural strength. Her booted foot pressed onto the back of his neck and the sword hung at her side, the tip appearing in his line of vision. "I would..." He choked. "I would rather... lose my life than... than help you."

Ana knelt on his back and turned the sword in her hands, admiring the glint of the blade. "Let me ask you this, then. What are your thoughts on sodomy?"

"W-what?"

Ana shoved about a fourth of the sword the last place anybody would want such a large, sharp object and was rewarded with a scream and a rush of pain energy. "Where are you keeping the stone?"

"I don't have it," George gasped. "I don't have it!"

Ana twisted the sword deeper. "Where is it, you filthy mortal? Where the fuck is it?!"

There were tears streaming down the man's face as he tried to fight through the pain and speak. His breath came shallow and shaky. "I l-lent it to... to a f-friend." He swallowed hard and took a breath. "He wanted to display... for the museum..."

Ana looked suspicious. "Why would you put something like that out where anyone could see it and snatch it up?"

"I didn't know... people were after it. The others... safe, I thought..."

"Which museum?"

"Can't find it yoursel-? Ah!!" George was cut off as the sword twisted still deeper. "God, stop! I'll tell... History museum. The history museum!"

Ana was beaming from ear to ear, having the time of her life. She leaned right down next to his ear. "You do know there is no way you can survive this, right?" George coughed as a trickle of blood ran out of his mouth. The demonic Nasarian hissed in pleasure as her eyes glowed and her fangs slid out. She licked away the blood on the corner of his mouth and shoved the sword all the way in to the hilt. His dying cry echoed, the complete and utter surrender of energy causing her to groan and tilt her head back, closing her eyes in ecstacy. Yes, death was the ultimate empowerer. Her eyes snapped open. Her sister was near, she could sense her pattern. Ana was debating taking the little bitch out right then but hesitated. There was another force with her, a formidable force. She thought she recognized the pattern to be... Leo? What the fuck is he doing here? Damn, I don't have time to fight him. No matter, I'll be ready to soon enough. Now, time to make my little octopus work for his keep... She stood up, faded into the air, spread immense leathery wings, and took to the sky, lifting off right through the very roof.

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FATR: Hello, my week stomached friends, if that is indeed why you are here. Basically, Ana finds out the Spirit Stone is at the history museum. She senses that Emma is near but decides not to kill her yet because Leo is with her and Ana doesn't really want to take the time to fight with Leo right then....blah blah blah...Um, is going to get Otto to steal the stone.... those are the important points. Okay. The rest of you. Fun chapter, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. At any rate, see you next time, whenever that is...