Okay, folks, since this is my last day on the ML I decided to go 
through some of my back fanfics I printed but never got around to  
reading. I found the "Dark Chronicles" fic posted last month,(loved 
it BTW) read it and this demented idea came into my head...
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      "That's how our story ends, Doc, not with a bang, or a 
        whimper, but with a thwack."
                
                            ---Mr. Gone, "The Maxx"
                           
    The door to the computer lab finally gave way. He found the 
master control switch that powered the whole setup and flipped it to 
the "on" position. Instantly, every computer clicked and hummed its 
way to life. He limped over to one of the terminals, his vision 
growing blurry from the mix of sweat and blood that dripped from his 
forehead.
    He logged on with his right hand, while his crushed and mangled 
left painfully withdrew a small green memo pad from the pocket of his 
bloodstained leather jacket. His ragged breathing grew louder as he 
flipped through the pages, finally finding a list of E-mail addresses.
    Forcing his left hand to work, he bit back his pain and typed in 
the six addresses. In the subject line he wrote "Help....please!"
    Suddenly, through the open door behind him he heard the sound of 
a door slamming. She had found him! He began typing furiously, 
ingnoring the shreiks of pain from his hand and paying no attention 
to his spelling.
    A shadow fell across him from the door. He turned, fear showing 
in his eyes. The woman pursuing him raised her hand...
    He felt a quick slice of pain across his throat. He hand went to 
it automatically. It came back coated in red. His opponent sneered 
and left the same way she had entered.
    His vision swam. No. Fight it off, send the message. They were 
all in danger. Droplets of blood spattered on the keyboard as he 
activated the "send" command.
    Suddenly, his legs gave out and he collapsed on the floor. The 
coppery taste of his own blood flowed over his tounge as it trickled 
from the corner of his mouth. His vision began to grow dim.
    The blackness came and Aaron Miller died on the floor of the 
Georgetown University computer lab...

    Dark Streamline A.D. Viz-ion Image Entertainment Presents...
    
    A "Not-Bloody-Likely" Production...

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    ----------- THE GREAT ANIME CROSSOVER FROM HELL!!! -----------
                       EMBRACE OF DARKNESS 
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    So, whaddya youse guys think! Please respond by 6:00PM tonight 
please.

                                                ---Erin 2.5
          
          "This just goes to show that brain damage can be fun!"
          
                        ---Shadoe Stevens, "Shadoevision"