THE PRICE OF 
REBELLION
                      


         All characters are property of their repective owners
         Motivation by MegaZone
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 A sharp pain, followed a haze. He struggled against the weight on 
his limbs and reached
for his weapon but his hands didn't want to respond.
 His arms were gripped by strong hands, he twisted in their grip and 
tried to strike back, but
his arms were like lead and stars filled his eyes as he felt a heavy 
blow on the back of his head.
 He only vaguely knew he was being hauled down a set of stairs and 
thrown on a cold floor. But
the sensation that followed cut through his fog. A feeling of being 
torn apart, of every part of his
body seperating cell by cell. Then one of being hurled through the 
air, he wanted to vomit but
couldn't even gag.
 He came to a sudden stop and silently screamed as he felt a crushing 
sensation. The feeling came
back to his limbs and he rolled to one side and vomited.
 He was hauled to his feet and dragged down a hallway. Out of the 
corner of his eye, he saw one of
those cookie-cutter blacksuits virtualy lifting him of his feet as he 
was forced down the hall.
 There was a click and he was forced through a door. He dimly saw a 
long table with several figures
seated around it in shadow. One figure however, was illuminated by a 
bright shaft of light. He sat
looking straight ahead with the light glinting off his metalic viser.

 "DJ Croft." The figure said. Suddenly the haze vanished from DJ's 
limbs and mind, he staggered a
bit from the sudden return of his senses. "I assume you know why you 
are here?"
 DJ glared right back. "You bet you basterd. I'm here because your 
all fucked, your master plan has
been blown to shit and you want to fuck over the one that helped 
wreck it. You couldn't intimidate or
manipulate people anymore so you decided to blow anything you might 
of had left and kill me personaly
before you go down." DJ looked at the assembled members of SEELE and 
sneered. "I guess this
is where you tell me your master plan before you hang me upside down 
over a tank of sharks."
 "Oh I'll tell you my 'master plan'" Kihl replied. "But you are not 
going to die, definatly not anytime
soon. And unlike Mr.Bond, you have no little gadgets to help you, no 
EVAs will swoop in to save you
at the last moment, and your mother certainly will not be blasting 
her way in like some videogame character."
 DJ suddenly stiffened. "You bloody ba.....***!!" Suddenly his voice 
cut off as his vocal cords refused
to work. He tried to moved but his limbs were rooted in place.
 "If things had been different." Kihl said as he rose from his seat. 
"I would of slammed my fist down on
the table and screamed 'silence'. But that is part of a game that I 
have since abandoned." Kihl walked
up to stand before DJ. "Because of you." He looked into DJ's blazing 
eyes.
 "You no doubt want to know why I've been doing the things I've done. 
You want to know why
I've been so interested in this Human Insturmality program This 
'completion' that has been touted so
much, and why so many people had to die for it." Kihl paused a moment 
to look at DJ. The smirked
and shook his head. "I guess I still haven't abandoned the game. Damn 
me twice over for being a fool,
I just can't resist." Kihl straightened up. "The reason is 
entertainment."
DJ now knew that he had heard it all.
 "Evolving humanity to a higher state of being in one moment? 
Impossible. Even with my resources it
would take thousands of generations of strict genetic manipulation to 
advance your race several steps.."
 *Your race?* DJ thought. *Madder then anything or more worse?*
"...And anyway." Kihl continued. "Something like that cannot be 
forced, not one second, not 5,000 years
can give a race the wisdom to truly be..'complete'. So all of this 
was just for my amusement."
 Kihl returned to standing in front of DJ. "What I wanted to see was 
for you to struggle, to hope for
a while, and then blow you away. I stacked the deck but still lost, 
because I didn't pay attention, because
I still wanted to play by the rules, because of you."
 "You're a ballsy punk. "Kihl smirked. "I should of killed you right 
off, but I wanted to make you obey,
wanted to control you while playing 'fair'. I was paying so much 
attention to you that I didn't noticed
what was going on behind me until it bit me on the ass. You won."
 "NERV is no longer under my control, the whole world is going to 
know about what it and SEELE has
been doing." Kihl leaned down into DJ's face. "You took my toys away 
from me." DJ finaly sees Kihl's
'iron control' slip as his voice deepens with anger.
 Kihl leaned back up. "I could give it the last try, once last heavy-
handed go at pounding everyone
into submission. But no, I'm going to do what I had thought of long 
ago. 'Plan B' if you will. And you
will be part of it."
 DJ's entire body quivered with rage. "Something to say?" Kihl asked 
and the grip on DJ's throat
relaxed. He promptly spat on Kihl's face. "You better kill me now you 
asshole!" He snarled. "I'll never
stop trying to kill you. I'll never obey."
 Kihl smiled as the spit dripped off his face. "No doubt. But your 
role will be to just stand by and
watch as all your friends and loved ones die. Something that you will 
soon wish you could do." DJ
snarled and his entire body strained against it's unseen bonds.
 "You want to kill me don't you boy?" Kihl asked. "Well..give it your 
best try." And suddenly DJ's
body was free.
 DJ lashed upwards with his leg and his foot connected with the 
underside of Kihl's jaw with a sickening
crunch, sending Kihl careening back into the table. DJ spun as the 
Black-suit lunged at him. Dodging
the clumsy swing, DJ kicked the suit in the groin and followed up an 
axe-handle to the back of the
neck as he doubled over.
 DJ spied a holster strapped to the side of the suit as he went down. 
DJ reached down and ripped the
pistel loose. DJ then spun around and brought the gun up just as Kihl 
was regaining his feet.
 The first bullet ripped through Kihl's chest, destroying bone and 
muscle as it continued into the heart.
The second bullet bored a hole through Kihl's skull and a spray of 
red and grey erupted from the
back of his head. Kihl's body spun like a stringless puppet and 
crashed to the floor.
 Even before Kihl's body and hit the floor, DJ had switched his aim 
and fired at the remaining members
of SEELE and they tried to rise from their seats. He planted one 
bullet into their chests or heads, sending
them crashing to the floor. DJ then spun and  shot the suit in the 
head as he tried to stand.
 DJ stood panting in the now silent room. All around him was a sea of 
blood and gore. He listened, but
there were no alarms sounding, no sound of reinforcments running to 
the room, nothing.
 DJ turned to the door and froze when he heard a strangled voice 
behind him.
 "Such a beautiful struggle."
 DJ promptly turned and fired where Kihl lay. One bullet roared out 
and then the gun was empty.
 DJ watched as what was left of Kihl's face swiveled to look up at 
him. "Did you have some hope in you
boy?" DJ spun for the door but faced a blank wall. "How about now?" 
Kihl asked.
 DJ spun around, his face pale and beaded with sweat.
 "No more games for now." Kihl said. Suddenly DJ felt the tearing 
senstion he had felt before, this
time starting at his feet. He looked down and saw a faint glow 
working it's way up his legs. He
tried to move but his body was trapped again.
 "See you down below." Kihl said as the glow swept up DJ's body. DJ 
screamed as he was again
plunged into the experiance of rending, propulsion, and compression. 

 DJ suddenly felt the rough surface of rock under his hands. He 
opened his eyes and saw a floor of
tiled rock. He lifted his head and saw what looked like a cave that 
was illuminated by a pale blue light.
 "Get up DJ." The voice of Kihl said behind him. "Get up, turn around,
 and see what you'll be seeing
for the rest of your life."
 Gritting his teeth, DJ got up and spun around. The angry words on 
his lips died when he saw what
stood before him. 
 A rectangular pillar of smooth metal towered above him, the entire 
structure glowed with a blue light
that filled the cavern. DJ's eyes swept over it and his blood turned 
cold as he saw the words etched on it:

                        HATE, LET ME TELL
                        YOU HOW MUCH I'VE
                        COME TO HATE YOU
                        SINCE I BEGAN TO
                        LIVE. THERE ARE
                        387.44 MILLION
                        MILES OF PRINTED
                        CIRCUITS IN WAFER
                        THIN LAYERS THAT
                        FILL MY COMPLEX.IF
                        THE WORD HATE
                        WAS ENGRAVED ON
                        EACH NANOANG-
                        STROM OF THOSE
                        HUNDREDS OF MIL-
                        LIONS OF MILES IT
                        WOULD NOT EQUAL
                        ONE ONE-BILLIONTH
                        OF THE HATE I FEEL
                        FOR HUMANS AT THIS
                        MICRO-INSTANT FOR
                         YOU. HATE. HATE.
 
"My...." DJ began.
"...God?" The voice finished. "Yes indeed DJ. From this moment on, I 
am indeed..your God."




-FIN