A//N:: Yey. An Update… if you wonder why I haven't updated HSD, (just in case….) then um…blame my computer. It deleted all my files in the folder for it.

I really need to read what I delete and whatnot --

Here's a new chapter of the story that takes my revenge on people with power and all those stupid politics. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT YOU STUPID GOVERNMENT! YOU CAN KISS MY ASS WHILE I SHOVE A NUKE UP YER OWN!!!

Grr.

Stupid cold in the middle of the summer.

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Natsuki awoke in the darkness, counting the seconds she had woken up while adding up the time in her head to see how long she was sleeping.

It takes about 95 minutes to start dreaming and each dream you have that consist of different ideas is about 10 minutes each which means I've been sleeping for about 2 to 3 hours…and I've just woken up for about 4 minutes, so I've been in this cell underground for 12 hours. Half a day, I was moved at midnight, so its afternoon.

Natsuki opened her eyes, observing her surroundings. The guards had turned on the lights in the cell she was in, which was a bigger mistake than the one they had previously made hours ago. She knew exactly where she was just by sniffing out the air and the colors of the rock. How fun, they moved me to under an old National Park…Yellowstone too.

Natsuki calmly turned when the iron slit at the bottom of the door opened and her food tray was pushed in. She wondered if the Shizuru person was eating too.

Licking her lips, she bit into the chicken they made her, and scooped up a bit of the mashed potatoes. The artificial food wanted to make her throw up, but she had to get her stomach full. Although she could ignore the pains, it was still unhealthy to have her stomach grind against itself and have internal bleeding.

Sighing, Natsuki finished her food quickly and kicked it at the door. It slid against the rocky surface and made a bang when it collided. The guard opened the little slot again and took it, but he was slow and Natsuki was able to peek through to see how many guards were in front of the door. Five, five pairs of feet.

And thus, she closed her eyes again, waiting.

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I distinctively remembered why she gripped so hard. Her hands against my stomach, it was a bit familiar. Yet, the feeling couldn't be found. I smirked when I heard her shriek with joy, and I sped up.

Going faster and faster, I started to enjoy the joy she yelled out. At the end, she was laughing hard against my back, saying things like, "I've never done that before," or something. I didn't here her very well.

She handed me her helmet, and we slowly went in the alleyway door.

The group of boys turned towards me, nodding, but then noticed the other girl next to me. A few smirked.

Their ugly smiles made me want to throw up. I calmly sat on one of the chairs, pulling one over so the other girl could sit next to me. The boy near her grabbed her butt and groped it, and she became alarmed.

I pulled her chair closer to mine so it was away from the males, and I glared at the boy. Setting my hands against the table, they gave me the starters chips and I did what I did best.

She watched my hands, with a slight grin on her face; I immediately could tell that she saw through my little illusion, after all, she was like me.

After a while, I had won over and over again, and the boys were dumbstruck. I calmly got up, and collected my winning valuables. I had gotten something a bit strange in the winnings, it was a computer chip one of the boys had found, but was too stupid to crack the code.

I read it, 84SG51, was the code on the chip. I had no idea what it stood for at the moment, but I shoved it into my pocket. Suddenly, one of the boys reached towards me and pulled me back at the waist, groping my breast.

The next thing I knew, there was blood everywhere. The girl I had brought had a sadistic smile, as she cracked her fingers. I looked at her, and at the bodies that were severely bruised, cut, and a bit of their muscles torn off.

She smiled at me, like she had enjoyed it. I looked at her, and at the bodies again, not letting a trace of evidence that showed that I was laughing inside.

Was I deranged? No, these people were small and worthless. The way they looked, it seemed like nobody would care if they came home with a few limbs torn up. At least they weren't dead.

I nodded for the girl to go, and she had a surprised face. She opened her mouth to say something, but I couldn't hear.

What had she said? My vision began to blur, and my head became fuzzy.

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Natsuki awoke with a jump. That dream, where had it taken place? What had happened? She had no memory of it ever at all happen, but those playful red eyes came into her mind.

It couldn't be possible. It was a dream, yet one that did seem so real, but at the same time, couldn't be. After all, nothing like that had taken place. Then again, Natsuki couldn't recall any of her past memories.

Had they not wanted her to remember? Did something happen that could be used against them happen?

Natsuki knew they had to do everything so she could become loyal and not turn her back on the government for whatever they had wanted, which meant that it was possible that they erased her memories.

Natsuki put her ear against the certain spot on the rock. The vibrations through the minerals were enough for her to gain a reaction so she could send her voice across.

Shizuru…Fujino…?

A shift was heard, before an answer. Yes, Natsuki Kuga?

Natsuki could hear the trace of sarcasm in the other woman's voice. Have we met before?

Another shift was heard through the vibrations, and a sigh was made across. Yes…however…that means they took away your memories, didn't they?

Natsuki thought for a moment. Most likely.

I should tell you the-

Raising up her hands to cup her ear when a muffled sound was made, Natsuki was hearing a few snickers. Crazy bitch, restrained all up in those chains! Marc, take a look at the bitch. She looks like a good fuck, doesn't she?

Natsuki's eye twitched and she felt a calm volcano erupt inside of her. The guards probably heard Shizuru talking. Suddenly, even without the sounds from the vibration, a ear piercing scream was made.

Natsuki sighed, Shizuru must have attacked the guy. Suddenly, Natsuki pressed her ear against the door. She heard hurried footsteps, and opened the door. Looking around, she gave Shizuru praise to her escape. But then again, she couldn't leave her their. Natsuki ran out the doorway in the prisoner clothes, a big blue shirt and baggy grey shorts. In her bare feet, she cut herself among the sharp edges of the rocks while running down the underground passageway.

She turned the corner and saw guards all surrounding what seemed to be Shizuru's cell. Natsuki looked around, the only lights were near the doorways. Natsuki thought, and decided she'd save Shizuru.

Climbing up the wall, she crawled until she was hanging on the top. There was a ridge that pressed inwards, so she could stay upside down if she didn't let go. Natsuki closed her eyes and focused on the strength her arms gave her, and on the balance her form was, that way she could hang on in such a delicate position.

She breathed slowly, and heard two running men pass her. "IT'S THE OTHER ONE! YOU FUCKING IDIOTS, THE OTHER ONE ESCAPED!!!"

The guards all shrieked in panic. Natsuki decided it was time.

Dropping down on the guards back, she took the gun and shot at all the guards. The guard she held was shot, and she grabbed the gun. Natsuki felt a bullet go into her arm, but that was it. No pain.

Another bullet, whizzed straight into her left thigh. Natsuki didn't even limp.

Her face showed no emotion, but her eyes showed hunger for death. Soon enough, blood was the only scent there. Natsuki's shirt was now stained in blood, and she went into the chamber to see the one who had attacked the guard the screamed.

She was smirking.

"It's been a long time Natsuki…"

Her voice was…so peaceful. Or maybe it seemed that way. Natsuki stared at the empty crimson eyes, and at the smirk placed upon her face. "Shizuru. Shizuru Fujino…" she repeated, trying to get the name entered into her head.

Footsteps were heard, echoing down the hallway. Natsuki aimed the guns at the chains restricting Shizuru, and shot. The chains were cut and the remaining fell to the floor. Grabbing Shizuru's hand, they ran down the hallway.

Shizuru's smirking face suddenly changed, as if her mood changed on the whisp. "Natsuki….you're bleeding!!! Jesus Christ they shot you…does it hurt?"

Natsuki looked back at Shizuru calmly, and said, "Nope. It doesn't hurt at all."

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Traunt sighed. "Damn, they got away."

Tucker grinned and tucked his arms into his pockets. "Ah, that doesn't matter. We'll put them into the little army base with all the other kids who failed to be like them, and make them think they're all the same. Then the plan could fall into place again; and they'll go to war outside. But then they'd have to kill all of their comrades…oh well. It'll be fun either way!"

"Tucker, we must be careful. If he finds out we've made more mistakes…then…bloody hell we'd be dead."

Traunt gazed at his grinning friend. "Tucker. We've already failed him, so we mustn't now."

Tucker sighed. "Traunt, you really are a fun-killer…"

Traunt let out a smile.

Tucker put his arms behind his chair and spun around. "Soo…I really don't understand why we weren't accepted. Why did we fail anyways."

Traunt lifted up his head. "Because, we are not what they had wanted. You we're a killing machine, I was just brains. However those two…they changed their emotions."

Tucker raised his eyebrow, showing that he didn't understand. Sighing, Traunt continued.

"One of them, Shizuru Fujino, they messed with her genetics. So that she was driven by her emotions. Although some were disadvantages, others were a bloody advantage that could be deadlier than the other. She's clever too, no doubt about it. Her strength is given by rage, anger, confusion. Yet, she can mask up her phenotypes, or make a mask. She's the Liar."

Tucker again raised his eyebrow. "And how does that make her different from me?"

The other man chuckled at his childhood friend; Tucker had always needed to be the best. "Unlike you, she is smart. Unlike you, she has other emotions. Unlike you, she gains more strength with her emotions."

"I know that; you just said it. What about the other one?"

"Natsuki Kuga, The Manipulator. She can manipulate the fear inside someone, formulate advantages in her head, she's a pure genius. Not only that, but she's as deadly as Shizuru, maybe even better. Unlike her counterpart, she can ignore what she does not want or need. She can ignore pain and keep going, no matter how bad it is. She has, or it seems to be, blocked out any emotion at all. She has learned that she cannot smile. Or that she cannot cry, cannot be angry. Unlike Shizuru, she doesn't let emotions get her. She finishes the job."

Tucker let out a sad smile. "So they are better than us, we're just pieces of shits then…"

"No. It is because of us, that they were made. It was because we were made, that they figured at the problem. And it is us, who will tell them the truth."

Raising an eyebrow, Tucker let out a sadistic grin. "The lie begins with a truth, molded by others, and yet, somehow, it ends in the truth. Just like the circle. Tucker, do you know how much a circle is important? How much a circle means to humanity?"

Tucker shrugged.

"A circle means everything to us. To them. To every living organism, man-made or evolution. The circle of life, 'what comes around goes around', a process, a formula."

"How is a formula important to us?"

"A formula is founded by the living, and it might be found by observing others. It is created, and yet, in the end, the answer goes back to the creator of the formula to create another. An idea is a circle. You may think of it, you spread it around, and soon enough, it will get back to you. Also, Tucker, what else can a circle represent?"

"Umm…the ring of fire?"

"Precisely. A circle could mean destruction, tragedy, despair. And yet, it represents a ring. A ring could be defined as marriage, the unity of two beings for the rest of their lifetimes. And it connects to then the circle of life due to the fact that a ring is used in a lifetime. You know what else a circle represents?"

"Fuck Traunt, you think too much. What the bloody hell does it have to do with anything anyways?"

"Ah, if you haven't been listening, it has to do with everything. But skipping ahead, a circle not only represents us. It represents a full moon. It represents the sun, the stars. It represents a tunnel, a tunnel to your freedom. It represents a stone, for Earth. It represents a halo, a halo for an angel. A circle, is life. A simple shape, learned by toddlers, ones who weren't chosen, and ones who were. Yet the ones who were chosen, or at least, the ones that were chosen for brains, know this."

Tucker was flustered when he realized the last comment was directed towards him.

"What the hell does it mean still?!"

Finally, a moment of silence came upon the two. "Tucker. A circle is a round perfect 360 degree object. It never ends, it has no beginning points, no end points. Yet, that circle may not be the best. Although it has no points in it, that circle can be destroyed."

"That makes no sense Traunt!"

"It may not to you, but some, and only a certain few who may understand what that truly means, those know and have the true ultimate weapon to destroy it. And those, include Miss Fujino and Miss Kuga. Those, include all the kids who were genetically messed around with. Those, are .001. If you turn it around, that is 100."

"Traunt, I still don't see what you're getting at."

Traunt smiled. ".001, turned the other way, can also, be, 100. This .001 is enough to change 100. Don't you see Tucker, our time has come. The time to choose sides before the real war that is unseen starts. It is not the wars between us, and the monsters outside, but the wars between the people who chose to fight, and the people who fight back. A war that can be delivered through every syllable that comes out of one's mouth. A war that can finally stop this endless cycle of what they do to us; or of what they do to everyone else. A war that can finally, and without a doubt, end this cruel circle we are forced to live in."

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TBC.

As for the circle idea, I'm not sure if I had heard it from somewhere. I know that the idea simply could not be mine, because I am to dumb for it. If It has been stated or said already, then I give credit to that source. If not, than it is a paradox that I had thought of it, which then means that I didn't think of it, and might have heard but forgot about it somewhere.

Ugh, I confuse myself.