Like I said, I think, I will try to update weekly, but I will not be sticking to a specific date. It's so much less stressful and taxing on me. :) Y'know, I really like doing these author's notes. I don't know why, though...oh well.
I know why Shizuru hates her own kind, what the usb drive does -you'll never see it coming, but if you do before the time comes or I give hints...GET OUT OF MY MIND!- and how I want the story to end. XD Also, the reviews really do help with my motivation, so please, review if you'd like me to continue.
Now then, since there is nothing interesting to report...
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Is is me, or do all first days on the job suck? Shizuru wondered to herself as she basically ignored everything the former torturer was saying; she had recieved all of the important information, such as how to get into the prisoners' minds, what forms of torture caused the most pain, and most importantly, how to keep herself emotionless and uncaring, save for allowing her sadistic and monstrous side to show. Striking fear into the refugees' hearts was a wonderful way to get the information you needed. Was that what Kenjo-san said? Shizuru shrugged and took a look around her.
She was in the torture chamber, otherwise known as the Blood Room. What a fitting name...Shizuru mused, her ruby orbs eyeing the stains on the gray brick walls. She looked at the cabinet -the large cabinet- that was placed against the right side of the small room. She figured it was the storage area for all of the small 'tools' she would be using sometime soon. A shiny object caught her scrutinizing eyes. Ara, ara, is that where I will dangle my victims from? What Shizuru was staring at was a metal chain that hung from the middle of the cieling, a pair of silver handcuffs welded to the chain to enable the prisoner to be suspended from his/her wrist, or even ankles, if desired. Off to the side was a mettalic, long, rectangular table-like device with shackles on each corner designed to force one's legs straight and one's arms over one's head. There were also three black straps that wrapped around the unfortunate soul's knees, hips and neck to allow much less movement had there been no straps. My, oh my, the things I could do with this...What else is in here? Nothing? Perhaps everything else is in that cabinet... Shizuru padded towards the cabinet and stopped before it. Slowly, her hands reached for the handles, eyes gleaming in anticipation. She was not disappointed with what she witnessed...
Her head thumped against the brick as she stared at the dull gray cieling, arms crossed. What a perfect color for such a dreary place. "What, exactly, am I supposed to extract forcibly, Chiinu-san?"
Chiinu grinned and hopped onto the bed with straps on it, sitting Indian-style. "Not much, actually. All Kenjo-san wants is the location of Otome-gem and a rough estimation of the number of people in Otome-gem, so hopefully, you'll get some refugees with low pain tolerances." He joked, the happy-go-lucky look on his face not suiting him at all.
"Yeah," Shizuru said half-heartedly. "Low tolerance...nnngh..."
The black-eyed man laughed. "Aww, don't sound so down! You'll have plenty of time to use my -now yours- little toys! Patience is always the key, so they say."
"I suppose..." Shizuru muttered, wondering why she was being so friendly to Chiinu. "I've been meaning to ask you: why did you take this job in the first place?" Or why she was even talking voluntarily to him.
At that question, Chiinu's face darkened considerably. Shizuru almost regretted asking him. Almost. "I...I used to be a cruel, vengeful man. Got put in jail for several accounts of murder, attempted murder, aggravated assault, conspiracy to commit murder, illegal weaponry...lost fifteen years of my life. While I was serving a life sentence, your boss, Kenjo-san, took a liking to my...personality, and the rest is history." The ex-con shrugged.
Shizuru was shocked by his past crimes. She didn't let it show, of course. That's just not how Fujino Shizuru works. "Ara, ara, that is quite the record, Chiinu-san," She commented idly.
"Tch, I know." His eyes rolled.
"Why are you quitting, then? You seem to really enjoy what you do." She raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, I was wondering when that would come up!" A large grin appeared on his face. "My true love won't marry me if I don't quit. She doesn't approve of my job, 'parantly." His lips pulled back to reveal his white teeth.
Once again, Shizuru was surprised. "True love? That's why you're quitting?" She looked away. "There's no such thing." Red eyes bored into gray walls.
Chiinu sighed at her words. The darkness of night covers her..."Of course there's such thing as true love. Love is everywhere, and anywhere; you just have to know where to look." He said as he pushed his body off of the bed-like object.
Shizuru snorted and looked back at him. "I highly doubt that, Chiinu-san. Besides," She said offhandedly. "it's not like love can do anything. It's just a misinterpretted feeling of attraction and infatuation, or even lust. Love does not exist in this world." She said it with such finality, Chiinu almost wanted to believe her.
The man closed the distance between them and stood a mere foot away from the hardened woman. "That is not true, Shizuru-san. Love is not a feeling of lust or infatuation. No, it is a deep affection one harbors for another. It's that feeling that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, or sometimes completely nervous around someone. It fills your entire being so much, you realize you never knew true love as you thought you did." Chiinu closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose before opening them once more. "Love is what leads to treason, mutiny, murder, insanity, emotional pain, the splitting of nations and families, to death and betrayal: it's so strong. But it also leads to a sense of fulfillment and wholeness, to contentment, utter joy, exhileration, life and freedom! It's just so good, being truly in love." It was obvious Chiinu was getting into his speech, so Shizuru decided to just let him finish.
"There's just this one thing about true love..."
"Oh?" Here it comes, Shizuru thought.
"Hmm...people seem to find true love when and where they least expect it, and in someone they would ne'er give another thought." His brows were furrowed deeply in a heavy frown.
The brunette simply chuckled at him. "Ara, like in the enemy as you bring pain to ?" The venom in her gaze dared Chiinu to say "yes".
His eyes narrowed. "Especially in the enemy you cause harm."
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Be-beep-be-beep-be-beep-be-beep-be-beep-be-beep-be-beep-be-beep-be-beep! The shrill, annoying noise was silenced by a hand that snuck out of navy covers to hit the bedside table repeatedly until finally striking its target. A low, drawn-out groan followed as the hand slumped over the side of the bed. The time in bright red numbers on the clock showed four-thirty a.m., a time when hardly anyone was up. Apparantly, the occupant snuggled comfortably under the warm blankets agreed, seeing as the lump that was a body had yet to move. It was only five minutes later -after the alarm went off again and was shut off- when the person finally sat up slowly and yawned deeply, her long, messy blue hair framing her face and partially covering her face.
She shoved the covers off to the side and swung her legs over the side to rest on the floor as she stretched. Then, the blunette stood on the tiled floor and glanced around the area she called her room. Her bed was in the very middle, the head-board against a wall. On the left of the bed was a simple dresser that held all of her clothes. Her few pairs of shoes were placed next to the dresser, as was her training equipment, which consisted of boxing gloves, workout gloves, and hand-wraps. To the right of her bed was a small table that held an alarm clock and a few random knick-knacks she had collected over the years. There were also plenty of books by the table.
She gazed at her room, plain as it was, and felt nostalgic. She had grown to be attached to her room, since it was her private solace and it was where she spent alot of her time, and she knew it could very well be the last time she ever saw her room. Suddenly, she felt a cold sensation in the pit of her stomach. It was just then that the blunette realized she may never see her friends again.
If you die...you'll be all alone again, Natsuki...She clenched her jaw and threw her head to the side, her hair whipping in the process. "Don't think such thoughts...it's bad for you mentality, pup," Is what Nao had told her once. Just keep that in mind Natsuki, She told herself. You're coming back today. You're coming back...
You're coming back...
Natsuki walked around her group of refugee fighters, examining them closely. Like her, they wore baggy black and grey camouflage ACU pant bottoms that were tucked into shiny black combat boots, an old-style belt that held other necessities, such as several knives, back-up magazines, a walkie-talkie, a few bombs, a smoke screen, and so on. On the side of each thigh was a gun holster that held a Glock hand-gun. Each person wore a short-sleeved, tight black shirt with a black bullet-proof vest over it that was able to reflect any bullets that come in contact with the material. By their side was their weapon(s) of choice:
Natsuki herself had a pair of twin hand-guns. They were oddly shaped; the bullets were held in a blue sphere that was indented above the trigger, green in color. The guns were short in length, yet very powerful: the sheer force that launched the bullets out was enough to make them puncture diamond. Coupled with metal-disintegrating nano machines, Natsuki's pistols were the dealiest guns in Otome-gem.
Nao had a black robotic hand with long, red fingernails that were used to stab or shoot out acidic web onto her victim.
Miyu, another of Natsuki's android companions, had light sky-blue hair and pinkish-red eyes. Her body was riddled with guns and in one of her arms, she had a long, crystal-like saber, so in her case, she was her weapon of choice.
Chie, a human with dark-gray hair and brown-orange orbs, had a most unusual weapon; a blue rose. It wasn't like any other regular rose, of course! That would be plain ridiculous and stupid on her part! No, its petals were actually made of very thin and strong steel and was capable of piercing any type of resistance, be it metal, brick, a boulder, a robot, etc. Not to mention, the petals delivered a shock twice that of a taser gun, making it a nasty little bugger.
Reito held an M249 light machine gun in his grip. The design and such was rather old, but with a few adjustments, it proved to be quite effective against androids.
Takeda, a dark-skinned man with equally colored eyes and hair carried a pair of what seemed to be the fictional Kit Rae Exotath Sword and Sergay, a blond with amber eyes, carried a pair of what appeared to be the sword from G.I. Joe that belonged to Snake Eyes. Both blades were made of the same material Chie's rose petals were made of and were completely black.
A busty purple-eyed blonde with an air of authority and intimidation by the name of Haruka held a spiked ball and chain mace over her shoulder, her posture stiff.
The other member of the unit was Mai, a busty carrot-top with purple eyes. She had a circular disk with a large hole in the middle as to allow a her fingers to curl around it. There were three curved spikes spaced evenly on the outter ring; it was a wonder how she never sliced her hand open with it. Next to her was a young woman with black hair and braids framing her face and fierce, yet childish eyes. She wasn't were built, or tall, yet she was carrying a large, heavy-looking claymore in one hand. Almost no one in Otome-gem was able to even use it, let alone lift it more than three feet off the ground!
There were twenty other soldiers, but their weapons were simple machine guns.
Sometimes I wonder why they're trying to make those arm guns, Natsuki commented to herself, thinking of the weapons Otome-gem refugees already had.
She cleared her throat and began to speak: "Listen up!" All soldiers stood straightened their postures at once. "As you are all aware, in a few moments we will be entering a machine-ruled world. I know you have been to the surface before, but none of us have extended into a highly-populated area as we are about to do. By doing so, each and every one of us are risking our lives. There is more chance of dying than surviving on this vital mission; all of us might not return to our loved ones."
The leader, Natsuki, of the unit noticed the expressions of uneasiness and other similar emotions. "Some of us may be captured to be tortured for information. That is what we face in every trip to the surface. But do not be deterred by such facts! We are warriors of Otome-gem. We are the last of the free! Our spirit and pride cannot be broken by the terrors of pain and death! We will fight, not as refugees, but as free men and women!" She hit her palm with a fist. "We will show no fear! No pain! When they want pain, we'll give them pleasure. When they want fear, we'll give them courage. When they want weakness, we will show them strength! When they want death...we fight until our last breath! Who's with me?" Natsuki stuck her fist straight out in front of her.
Everyone mimicked her.
"Oo-rah!" They shouted.
Natsuki grinned and retracted her limb. "Good," She bent down and pulled on what appeared to be the jacket and helmet of a SWAT C.U. "Let's go."
A rank smell hit the rebels strongly and caused some peoples' eyes to water. The small, encased area around them was illuminated by a small bulb every twenty meters or so, and even then the light was dim. Murky soiled water flowed in the small canal next to the slab of concrete they were walking on. A few rats squeaked when their rest was disturbed by clumsy feet and pelted through the human legs or jumped onto rusted pipes. It was -unfortunately- the sewers Natsuki led her troops through to enter Hiroshima, Japan's largest city, undetected.
Hiroshima covered nearly one fifth of Japan and had around 15,000 of the 70, 600 population. That was more than most of the largest cities all around the world. During the war, Japan was the least demolished country, counting the larger ones like the U.S.A., Russia, Canada, China, Brazil, Australia and India. It was stated by the A.I. that, '"...Japan is our first and foremost home. We do not want it to become a wasteland as many of earth's countries have become..."'.
That's bullshit, Natsuki thought in remembrance to that statement. Everyone knows that the opposing A.I. wanted Japan to be completely removed from Earth's geography, but since so many of us survived, they decided to simply use our large population as slaves. She smirked behind the face shield attached to her helmet. Too bad their war and slave-plan are going to backfire after tonight.
The blunette halted and held up a closed fist, signaling for her troops to stop moving. She had heard something unrelated to her unit's footsteps and the occasional rusting of clothing. Everyone's guards went up when the same clanking sound Natsuki had heard a small time ago not far from their location. All firearms and Elements (the unusual weapons Natsuki, Mai, Chie, Nao, Mikoto and Haruka possessed) were raised and prepared for whatever came their way. The tension in the air could be cut with a butter knife as the noise grew louder and nearer until, "It's just a rat with a can," Sounded from Nao, and all relaxed.
Natsuki breathed out heavily through her nose, eyes closed. "Let's keep moving, everyone," She said and continued down the sewer sidewalk.
For around ten minutes, it was a continuous treck through the dark tunnel. No one made an unnecessary sound, even by accident. This mission had no room for screw-ups, not when so much was at risk. Sure, everyone here was good at keeping secrets, but under the right circumstances, even a cold-hearted killer could break.
And there are only a few of us capable of keeping our mouths shut, no matter the circumstances.
Natsuki shook her head, clearing her mind of any and all negative thoughts, any distractions. She had to be completely focused today. Completely-
"What?" She hissed as Nao unrelentingly prodded her side.
"How much longer until we're there? It's already five-thirty, mutt. Night ain't gonna last much longer." She pointed out.
The emerald-eyed blunette sighed. "I know, but it'll be another fifteen minutes 'til we get there. The fuckin' facility is in the middle of the damn city!" She whispered sharply, trying to keep her voice down. It would be bad news if any A.I. units were to over-hear their conversation; their hearing was that good.
Nao groaned quietly and threw her head back, saying, "I should have backed out while I had the chance. I'm so bored!" She muttered, much to Natsuki's amusement.
"Too late for that, eh, Red?" Natsuki smirked and sped up several paces, almost giggling when a scarcely audible 'Fuck You' was sent in her direction.
She turned around fleetingly, a large grin plastered on her face. "No thanks."
Nao fumed and remained mute. Her eye began to twitch after Miyu patted her on the head.
Both women knew it was not a time to joke around, but their short-lived bout of humor helped to relieve the stress and pressure they were under. In one hand, everyone back at Otome-gem was counting on their success and in the other, their lives hung in the balance. One slip and everything could go tumbling into oblivion. Plus, if Natsuki's small battalion were to fail, the enemy androids would be much more prepared for another attack from the refugees. The only way Otome-gem had hope of getting that usb drive and destroying the A.I. forces was by the means of a surprise attack. As of now, the androids weren't expecting a group of rebel soldiers to suddenly attack a heavily-armed facility. If they were, they would predict the refugees to be unskilled fighters: an easy take-down. Little did they know that wouldn't be the case.
"We're here," Natsuki informed her brigade. She seemed to be staring at a random part of the sewer wall, but in reality, she was right in front of a door. Hell, none of the A.I.'s could see it!
Natsuki raised up a gloved had and began pressing various points on the wall in no apparant order. It looked as if the Commander was attempting to kill a bunch of ants. Suddenly, she pressed both of her palms, excluding her fingers, against the wall in a swift thrust. At first, nothing happened and Nao was going to utter something sarcastic when a door-shaped rectangle was tinted a bright green color, brightening the dark sewer. With a satisfied smile, Natsuki stepped through the wall where it was green. As if sensing the others' hesitance, she sent only her arm through the wall and made a motion with her hand to follow her.
Once her troop was through the wall, Natsuki sealed it up by placing a palm on the top of the opening. The place everyone looked to be in was an abandoned warehouse. Several old, dirty boxes, pieces of ruined furniture and rusted, crusty items dotted the floor. The walls were decayed and peeling, like everything else in the building. It didn't smell pleasant in the least, as well. The lights were either shorted out or cracked, like almost all of the grime-covered windows, leaving the area completely black. It was only because of the night-vision visors on the helmets that the soldiers were able to see.
Not much of a view..."Chiame! Niinume! Metori!" Natsuki barked. Two men and one woman straightened. "You three are to stay here and eliminate anyone and anything that is not in this uniform. Am I understood?"
"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" They saluted her.
Natsuki nodded. "Good," She turned her attention to the others. "As for the rest of you, come with me and whatever you do," She narrowed her eyes threateningly. "Do not hesitate to do what I say."
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It was six a.m. when Shizuru arrived at her new work place, the torture chamber, known as Valkyrie H.I. She wasn't looking forward to an exciting day, since there were no prisoners in need of information extraction, or I.E. This is what confuses me. Shizuru looked at the large building she had worked at for six years since she was eighteen. She had never known there was a chamber fifty feet below the building and it was quite the shock to be told of it. Shizuru had learned that those who were to be given to her to get information out of had very limited pleasantries that consisted of a cot, blanket, toilet, meals and a weekly shower. Anything else was a no-go. Although, I am curious as to why Kenjo-san wanted me specifically when there are others who are more qualified to do this.
Shizuru drove her car through the now-open gate and went to park in the nearby garage provided for staff. Minutes later she was entering the building and was making her way down into the basement where the dungeon-like chamber was when a strong security guard stopped her. He was an A.I.
"Pardon me, miss, but this facility is allowed only for the I.E. person and not any maids or nurses, whichever you be." His voice boomed in the still atmosphere and Shizuru nearly cringed.
She put on a polite smile and said, "Ara, ara, I am the I.E. person, sir; today is my second day. You may check with Kenjo-san and he shall confirm it, if you wish?"
He was a-taken back. "You are Fujino Shizuru?" He asked, incredulous. "Excuse my manners, but I most certainly did not expect such a beautiful and calm woman such as yourself to be the I.E. Why, there is not a mark to marr you skin, nor any physical deflections. Are you positive you are the I.E.?"
Shizuru smiled and showed him her I.D., proving she was who she said she was.
The android sputtered for a short time before regaining his composure. "Carry on, Fujino-san."
"Thank-you."
While Shizuru carried on, her mind reeled back to her confusion. Surely Kenjo-san would not give me a promotion for a position that required me to only harm because I am not doing me job properly? That is blasphemy! Kenjo-san would never insult my honor and pride in such a way as implying that I am useless! For that is contrary to me, as I can do many-a-thing that would be helpful to others. I do hope that is not the case. My wrath is greater than my place in this new world of machinery and terror, or so it must be in the refugees' eyes, in those stupid, incorrigible humans' and confused androids' eyes. A wry grin settled on the brunette's lips. Quite the terror, indeed.
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Natsuki could not believe how easy it was to get into the "heavily guarded" lab facility. All that the rebel unit had to do was kill around fifty fun-wielding guards and wait for Nao to decode the sliding metal door locks. The woman was an expert at doing so because she had constant practice in decoding doors to all kinds of government guarded buildings. Her reason for it was that she was easily bored. No one bought it, but as long as she didn't get caught-
"Got it."
The emerald-eyed Captain smirked in satisfaction. This was the room she wanted; it held the usb drive that was the reason for the mission in the first place. The lab room was large, dark and was filled with tubes ranging in all kinds of sizes that held all kinds of things.
"Take what you want, I guess, but make sure you don't trip the alarm. Have an A.I. help you." Natsuki said and began searching for the usb drive. It wasn't long until she found it, but it looked nothing like she had imagined.
The so-called usb drive was a pink sphere with white splotches on it that almost glowed: it was so bright. There was an almost complete smoky black ring around it, many string-like extractions holding the sphere to the ring. The striking contrast made the drive seem both evil and good at the same time. It was about the size of Natsuki's palm and was much heavier than it looked, weighing in somewhere near fifty pounds.
What the hell...?
"Captain! We gotta go!" It was one of the soldiers Natsuki had left outside to guard the door. "The 'big guns' are coming!"
'Big guns' was a term that referred to those who were heavily armed.
Natsuki cursed and shoved the sphere into the bag she had brought. She noticed her troops readying their weapons and did the same. "Nao! Decode the other door in the back! Hurry!" Her voice was calm, but her eyes told a different story.
Nao ran to said door and frantically started to decode the lock.
The ground shook as many androids sped to the lab room. In their hands were heavy artillery machine guns and covering them were state of the art SWAT uniforms. Within nano-seconds, bullets rained all over the room, forcing the rebels to take cover behind experiments. Those with firearms would pop up quickly to deliver their own shots and drop back down again to reload or avoid gunfire. Those with Elements used their rifles for the time being. They would be used in a dire situation.
Several brave warriors darted from their hiding places and went hand-to-hand with some of the androids, effectively distracting them for a short time. It was then when Haruka took her spiked ball and chain mace and flung the ball at the enemy soldiers, downing them in seconds. Unfortunatly, back-up was on their way, giving the Otome-gem battalion very little time to rest.
"Nao! How much longer?" Natsuki shouted, wanting to get out of there and back to Otome-gem as soon as possible.
"GOT IT!" She cried, and true to her word the door opened, only to reveal more enemies just as back-up had arrived. The moment Nao saw them, she jumped away and landed by Natsuki, only just avoiding death. Once again, it was a war-zone.
"Cover me!" Natsuki yelled over the noise, barely hearing Nao respond, "Only if you cover me!"
Back to back, essentially, the two friends shot any enemy A.I. they saw. Both were thankful for the bulletproof vests and helmets they wore as they felt the small metals hit them. Like the first time, the battle was over quickly, and it was a wonder that the over-powering enemies didn't just use their superior forces and take them out.
Natsuki scanned the room to see how many of hers were left. Dread filled every inch of her when she realized almost half of her unit was dead and nearly everyone was injured. She wanted badly to help them, but there was no time. They had to make their escape while they could.
"Move out!" She commanded, waiting until everyone alive was out before her. The five others with elements stayed by her side as everyone ran with Miyu in the lead. She knew the fasted and safest route out of the lab and back to the warehouse, so it was only logical she'd be the one to get them back to the confines of Otome-gem. Also, if she saw any opposing forces, she cut them down in breakneck speed. Miyu was not someone you wanted against you. That thought made Natsuki smile just a tiny bit.
When they reached the warehouse, they found it was swarmed with all kinds of police squads and SWAT and military units. There was even a helicopter hovering above the warehouse itself, as if to prevent an airreal attack. Upon the sight of this, Natsuki took a deep breath and yelled, "Otomes, go!" She gave those who had a limited supply of ammo permission to use their elements, just as she was preparing to do herself. There wasn't enough time for the initial,"Drop your weapons," order to be commanded before all hell broke loose.
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Y'know, I said the confrontation between our two favorite characters would be in this chapter, but I had an idea that proved for an interesting third chapter, so sorry! XD Please don't pelt me with rocks; it hurts my feelings!
So, am I doing good so far? I hope so, otherwise, I'll have to go hide under a rock for the rest of my life and never write ShizNat ever again! Shane would kill you all for that, cause she's already read the other plans I have in store for ShizNat. So sad, the poor dear can't seem to ever finish any of her stories that aren't one shots. T-T...
To make up for the no Shiz/Nat meet, here's an omake!
Shizuru: I don't believe in love? What has the world come to?
Natsuki: I 'unno, 's kinda refreshing...
Shizuru: You take that back, Natsuki-ikezu!
Natsuki: What? I'm jus' sayin'...
Shane: Uh, Natsuki? -sweatdrop- What kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?
Natsuki: Huh?
Me: Perhaps tulips? Or maybe water lillies?
Shane: I was thinking more along the lines of either black or white roses.
Natsuki: What're you guys...talking...about...-sees scary Shizuru- Uh, Zuru?
Me: No, no, no, those are too common.
Shane: But they fit!
Me: Of course they fit, but they seem so...so...
Shane: Cliche?
Me: Yes!
Natsuki: Sh-Shizuru? Hun, why are you glaring at me? AND WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR NINGINTA?
Shizuru: -demonic voice-All Shizurus believe in love. It's the natural order of humanity and for my WIFE to not believe that...it is cause for dire consequences.-does freaky pose-
Natsuki: -panicking- Sh-Shizuru, baby, love, not don't do anything drastic you'll just end up regretting later! -says while backing away-
Shizuru: Who say's I'll do anything regretful? -follows Natsuki-
Shane: How about turnips?
Natsuki/Shizuru/Me/Fans: ...What...?
Shane: -excited/hyper- Yeah! Turnips are the perfect flowers for Natsuki's funeral! :3
Natsuki/Shizuru/Me/Fans: WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?
Shane: -is blown away- Well, I say!
-End Omake-
Credit for omake and beta-ing go to xXBlackRoses-DeathXx, otherwise known as Shane.
Shane: Take credit where credit is due.
Yeah...
Chappie song!
Metallica (The Black Album)
Lyrics:
Don't tread on me.
Said don't tread on me.
Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
Never begins it, never, but once engaged
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage
Said don't tread on me
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore
Don't tread on me
Love it or leave it, she with the deadly bite
Quick is the blue tongue, forked as a lightning strike
Shining with brightness, always on surveillance
The eyes they never close, emblem of vigilance
Ooh, no, no, no.
Said don't tread on me
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore
Don't tread on me
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore
Don't tread on me