A//N:: OKAY! I lied, I really couldn't stop thinking about this. This and HSD, will be my top 2 Priorities! Oh yeah, be aware, that there is a big..jump :-). Part of the PLOT I keep forgetting about.

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Natsuki opened her eyes. Staring up at the dull white ceiling, a feeling of emptiness filled her heart. She heard the beeps around her, it was the usual checkups.

How long was it ago…how long ago did she remember anything? Maybe it was last night, in that dream. Oh well, not like her past mattered anymore.

Natsuki silently examined the doctors scurry about, grinning at their failed attempts to reach inside her mind. Yes, her mind was the ultimate weapon they so far have created.

But of course, it didn't matter to her whether or not she knew that she was just a toy, and if they keep failing, they would get rid of her, and make a new doll, possibly in another ten years.

As for the other Project Natsuki knew about…she didn't know. The last time she saw the emotional psycho was 6 years ago, a few months before the stupid Ceremony.

Natsuki didn't jump when she felt the cold needle cut and enter her flesh; she was quite used to it, and in fact, now it pleased her that the fact that she had become immune to their medication. But that little matter…was something she kept to herself.

Faking a seizure and a few screams, she wanted laugh at the doctor's and scientist's look of hope; after all, if they thought she seemed weakened to it, they perhaps might let her out for the first time in a few years.

Being locked in the prison was certainly boring, but Natsuki just put her feelings about it aside. And that was a bit ironic.

After ending her act, Natsuki emptily looked up at the old doctor, like a slut waiting to be taken. Inside, she waited calmly for her chance, while outside, she begged for freedom.

"C-can I go now?" she had said to him. Of course, such impatience was not tolerated. The doctor slugged her, and blood poured out of the now-seemed-to-be-broken nose. Of course, that was just a little flick to Natsuki as she simply ignored the pain, but acted like it was a big thing. The doctor smirked and took out the wires and needles attached to the 19-year-old girl.

Oh how Natsuki wanted to see blood rush out of him, it was so simple. She could possibly use the needles he held, or tear apart his face with his own hands. It was all so simple. The man was just doing this for a good pay, some good wine, and maybe a good fuck from some slut.

Natsuki wondered how the other projects before her lost it so easy. Maybe they were just stupid, ah, it didn't matter, Natsuki simply didn't care. After x-rays and blood tests we're taken, Natsuki was allowed to stroll in the outer place of the hospital. Natsuki calmly waited with her straight expression until the doctors finally let her go outside. Her hands we're cuffed, there was a tracking device on her neck, and a Military officer was 'pretending' to be a normal citizen, or perhaps some stalker. Natsuki waited with no expression until they finally released her.

Calmly walking out, they held their guns as if they thought she would attack them then and there. But I must wait… Blowing at a piece of air, Natsuki turned, and with her cold eyes stared at the gun.

The reaction was made, and inside, unknown to everyone on the outside, the bullets froze and shattered into pieces. Metal, such a cold mineral. Cold to touch, but when hot enough…it melts.

The guns melted onto all the offending pretenders who 'protected everyone' and they all screamed in pain. Giant rock sized blisters appeared on their hands as the lot screamed in pain, and others who tried to shoot failed, as the gun was frozen in on the inside.

Natsuki bowed to them sarcastically, and walked out the doors, while tampering with the laws of physics and freezing and shattering the metal around her wrists. And now for the final plan to take place… The officials grabbed her while Natsuki calmly 'attempted' to escape, but really was impatiently waiting for them to throw her into the dungeon.

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The President was panicking. The gun pressed against his head was just merely one of the reasons. "Fucking bitch…now where the hell are they?!" The commander ended his question while spitting on the sweating old man.

"T-the first one has been moved…she didn't kill, but a-assaulted the people who g-guarded her…"

The man with the pistol cocked it, before gritting his teeth together at the failed attempt to capture the first one. "And the other?"

The President twitched, and gently put his fingers on his other hands, where the other one had tore off his flesh to the bone. Wincing at the memory, Jerry Traunt, President (or Dictator to others) of The World, gulped. "She's in the containment of an isolated frozen place. The walls are thick for her, but…recently she hasn't made any escapes."

"Bullshit! You guys screwed up! They have a connection now, once they have met…fucking useless shitbag leader you are!" The man with the gun heavily swung the pistol at Traunt, causing the other guy to cry in pain as the impact held and the pistol banged against his skull.

The man grabbed Traunt by the collar and spat in disgust on his face. "I've worked in your shadow for 19 years, Traunt. I know your life with my eyes closed. I know what decisions you make. And I definitely know, how you will die. If you don't die, I die, and I certainly don't like that. However, you cooperate, and we'll both live an non-regrettable life with what's fucking left of the human population on their knees for us."

"Our grandfathers and their own before them didn't thrust this plan towards us, they created it with us. And it is our time, for each of our families, to fucking get it under control. Right now, we destroy and rebelling politics. We start to kill a few. And then, sooner or later, we release these two bitches. And have them get rid of all those fucking people out there that aren't human anymore. And then they come back, and kill a few of our citizens. And we kill em'. Just press the button, and they'll drop dead."

Traunt wanted to gasp at how much the man in front of him didn't care at all for anyone but his own's life, but this plan of his and the generations before him…it was a genuine idea. One that could only happen now.

"Traunt, I suggest you start having your people start to stop giving attentions to those pieces of shit, and start working on the Third Project. We need to wipe out Project Zero, before our two experiments are finally let back into the city."

Traunt sighed, and finally pushed the gun away before nodding in agreement.

Nothing Traunt could do now was possible, exept to wait with his old buddy to dominate the world, just like any normal evil villain would think. But it was the real deal this time. Even Traunt had to chuckle at that while sipping from his glass of wine.

Offering some to his buddy, the two men silently stared out the window at the world that was at their taking. And yet, if he simply turned around, their was the real world that would devour him any moment. Not wanting to think about it, Traunt got up, catching the other man's attention.

"Ah yes, a new shipment arrived today. We figured it would be fun to give it to the girl, the invincible one."

Traunts' old buddy grinned, while he checked out the sets of weapons before him. "You spoil that one too much, what about the other?"

Traunt smiled more broadly. "Ah yes, you don't think I'd forget about her? Well, seeing that she…has a bit of a temper, I got these for her, and her sick humor in things. You know it is ironic, she is supposedly driven by her emotions, but at first glance she's such an elegant girl. Probably the way she was raised."

The other man wickedly grinned at all the torture devices before him, it was his sick childish fantasies that made him enjoy these things. Though those things in the past didn't matter; Traunt and the man smiled at each other before trying to test it out."

"Call Miss Tomoe, Traunt. Call her. That bitch had the nerve to fight back last time, and I want to see her shriek. And put up the sound-proof barrier, I want this to last long, and loud."

Traunt had to grin at his childish friend. "Same as always, Tucker. Same as always."

Tucker snickered and licked the blade, as in a few minutes, the green haired bitch walked in, nervously shifting glances between the smiling president, and the dark eyes of Tucker.

Tucker grabbed her, and threw her onto the table, and quickle got the long rope blades. Carefully tying it around her forearms so her main veins didn't get cut, Tucker smiled. Now he would finally be able to give in again to his sick yet enjoyable pleasures.

Tucker nodded at Traunt, who pressed the buttons as the barrier appeared around in the room. Tucker spat at the squirming and shrieking attendant. Traunt examined his friend slowly cut off just the skin of the forearm of the other girl. Snickering, he pulled about a keyboards length of skin, enjoying her scream.

"OH FUCK! PLEASE! STOP!!!" She looked towards Traunt, eyes pleading for mercy. Traunt emptily stared back, not even with a bit of remorse since he had seen much worst. This was probably getting a little piece of hair pulled out from what he has seen, and what the world was about to see.

Watching his sick friend get some fun out of skinning his old attendant, he secretly opened a few screens and looked and pressed away at the cameras. Inside one of the darkest, and deepest chamber anything could live in, a completely chained up girl was calmly waiting.

"Hello Mr.Traunt." She pleasantly said when she noticed the private camera light being activated. This woman, had torn off so much of his flesh, and yet she appeared to be an angelic being. Traunt wouldn't say he loved her, but he admired her, she was like a painting, only to be added with a few details, watched, and then, destroyed.

Unsealing the small grin he had inside him, Traunt finally closed the screen after simple watching the 20-year-old woman by herself in the dark. It was probable ten minutes, and by now, Tucker had defaced all of the skin on Miss Tomoe's face, laughing when he threw it around like a pizza chef.

Traunt smiled at his friends happiness. He was so completely childish. Which is why he, and himself, had failed the test that was supposed to have the event taking place now, happen around 46 years ago.

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It wasn't long before Natsuki knew her plan was taking into place. The wide elevator was going down, and down, more into and underground, while she was completely restrained. Everyone, with gun's that didn't obtain bullets, but electrical shocks, we're aimed at her. They we're starting to think faster, after all, who knew all she could mess around with was metal, chemical reactions, and oh perhaps…their minds.

After all, the mind was the greatest weapon ever. Everything else in front of it was a tool, a tool to kill. Natsuki blankly stared at the giant door after they had gone 50 stories under ground, where two pathways we're kept. One had an open door, the other had been sealed and barricaded, with 10-20 gaurds patrolling outside.

Smart, but they need to think on the latter, perhaps they should've blindfolded me before they attempted to move me, because now I know my location, and my advantages. Silly humans. They think they will use me for the war, but fuck that. I will kill them. Natsuki attempted to smile, but not even her cheeks would move.

Also, across her cellar, and about 8 yards of rock, was the girl she had met 6 years ago, the other half to the project they ere made of.

Who knew, that their levels of their mind, just at 13, was completely smarter than one who was a genius at 50? In 6 years, Natsuki's intelligence tripled, giving her access to temporarily discover the things she could do with her mind. Or with others.

Truthfully, Natsuki had no such thing as magic powers. However, she manipulated, preformed illusions, and revealed the truth of a lie. The metal of the guns did not melt. The bullets had not frozen. But the sound of the bullet fire was drowned off by their fear. The bullets had fired, but that fear caused them to think otherwise.

Advantages, Natsuki emptily looked into the lit cellar she would be in. Because they feared her, she took that fear as an advantage. She had messed with her minds. And she bluffed, to cause that fear to erupt into something worst. Soon, they would respect her. And soon, the government would fear her.

But that's if the plan worked. They pushed her into the cellar and closed the metal door with a little box at the bottom for a food slot. How silly. They gave her metal forks and spoons.

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After a few days in the new prison, Natsuki had mapped out where she was, just by the color of the stone, and the fact that the elevator was about an acre big. They were in a refinery, or below it. And that meant there was oil, coal, and lava near by. Which may have not been Natsuki's advantage of, but it did happen to belong to someone else.

After hearing about the other one's performance, Natsuki had concealed the hidden excitement. All the guards said obviously wasn't true, however, the symbols of the word…she represented things of destruction, and vice versa. Unlike Natsuki, she killed with her hands. Natsuki did with her mind.

Yet they were both the same. Except the fact that she let her emotions drive her, and that Natsuki blocked out her own. Or the things they took advantage of.

Natsuki considered of trying the other girl's signature moves, ripping someone up into pieces. Natsuki didn't have the rage to give her strength, so that wasn't possible.

After closing her eyes in the dark, she felt the other one's presence.

Hello, Kuga-san.

Natsuki merely was mesmerized, the voice was familiarly nameless. It was a long time, Natsuki had forgotten how the other one looked, or how the other one acted. Natsuki had put her past away. Its been so long, since Natsuki has even looked at herself.

Amazed by that fact, Natsuki opened her eyes in the dark, still seeing dark.

The words the other girl was saying, was going through the walls and straight into Natsuki's mind. Perhaps the girl could also play with minds? If so, Natsuki could not trust this other one so easily, even if they were alike.

I understand that possibly you don't remember me.

Correct. Natsuki had only referred and only remembered that she was alike to her.

Well then I will introduce my self. I am Shizuru Fujino, and its been 6 years…Kuga-san.

For the first time since she had been captured, Natsuki felt tiny shivers of excitement, as she began to plan with Shizuru.

Natsuki whistled quietly. "They soon, will stop thinking we fear them. But, I devote myself to the very moment, when they tremble at the site of the letters in out names. We will make them shit their pants, at the thought of us. Revenge, for putting us into this fate. As cruel as it is, I will take advantage of it…"

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TBC.

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I don't feel happy with this chapter TT. Maybe the fact that there are a few killer fics out their, even though this is nothing like them. (Pounds my head, "This is supposed to be revolutionary explaining the human culture of FEELINGS! WHY CAN'T WE ALL WATCH TELETUBBIES!!!")

And those of you who don't know what teletubbies are, they are sadistic cannibal aliens with tvs implanted in their stomachs, molesting the kids who watch them. They are, indeed, quite…disturbing Oo.