(FF)(BGC)(DARK) Final Victory?

FANFICTION:(BGC) (DARKish)Final Victory?

    by

David L. Lindquist
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DISCLAIMER: All BGC characters and settings 
are the property of AIC. They are used without 
permission.

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FORWARD:This story started as an idea I got while 
writing N&D,Bubblegum Adventures 1,Sylia's 
Choice pt.2(whew long title). It wouldn't leave me 
alone so I wrote it. C&C is, as always, needed 
desperately.. If someone wants to do a MST on it I 
wouldn't mind at all. (HINT,HINT,HINT.) :)

Thanks and enjoy!!

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August 28th, 2038

   * The waiting is always the worst, * I thought, 
absently skimming the latest district pacification 
reports.*but it should be over soon.* I continue 
reading the reports, satisfied with the progress at 
which the people are coming to accept GENOM's 
rule. *No,* smiling as I corrected myself, *accepting 
MY rule.* The light knocking on the door 
momentarily disrupts my revelry then I realize who it 
is. 
         " Enter Mr. Koshe," I command, letting my 
voice express a slight note of irritation I didn't truly 
feel. I watched the door slowly open and my aide 
walked in. He carried a slip of paper in his hand as 
he strode to the front of my desk, gave a quick bow, 
then placed the paper on my desk. 
         "Chairman Quincy," he said, his voice 
emotionless, "We just recieved word from the 
battlefield. The last remaining army units 
surrendered an hour ago." His face broke into an 
large smile. "We won, sir." 
      I take his words in slowly, savoring each one as 
he speaks it. *We won.. I have finally won,* my 
thoughts just barely able to contain the satisfaction I 
felt over achieving my most important goal. 
         "Excellent," I replied, not able to supress a 
smile, "send my personal congratulations to 
Commander Benoit and release the new reports to 
our press." 
          It then occurs to me that now would be the 
time to take care of some unfinished buisness. 
         "Also bring me prisoner #5628 and prepare a 
clean-up crew," I added, "That is all." 
          He bowed then quickly left to complete his 
tasks. I open my lower desk drawer and take out the 
pistol I keep there. It still smells of burnt gunpowder. 
I pull the clip out to check the ammo. One shell left, 
just as it should be. I replace the clip, put a bullet in 
the chamber, then set the pistol on my desk. I hope I 
don't have to wait long. A few minutes later, I hear 
the knocking that foretells the arrival of my 'guest'. I 
say nothing as the door opens and the two C-55 
boomers carry her in. She is chained hand and foot 
into a kneeling position. Her gray prison uniform 
filthy and unkempt. She is putting up little resistance 
to them until she sees me then she seems to 
struggle for all she is worth. Trying to get lose so 
she can extract revenge for what I did to her 
teammates and family almost two years ago. As I 
walk around my desk, the boomers set her down on 
the floor, placing a hand on each of her shoulders to 
prevent her from tipping over. She glares at me. Her 
brown eyes showing an almost tangible rage. I lean 
back on my desk and smile. 
               "How are you today Ms. Stingray?" I ask. 
 "I hope your accomidations aren't to 
uncomfortable." 
               "Go to hell!" Her angry response didn't 
suprise me. 
               "You know, your Knight Sabers never 
presented a threat to me or GENOM," I say, 
ignoring her outburst." As a matter of fact, I would 
say that the Knight Sabers served me very well." 
                "What!?! " she says, confusion and anger 
showing on her face. 
                "I thought you would have figured it out by 
now," I state it like a parent to a child then I give an 
exagerated sigh. " Alright, I'll explain it to you." 
              "The Knight Sabers killed Mason and Yuri," 
I declare. "Both potential threats to mine and 
GENOM's well being.You also defeated Largo twice, 
destroying perhaps GENOM's greatest enemy," my 
smile widens slightly as I see the comprehension 
form in her eyes.
                "I can assure you it was pure 
coincidence," She replies with a voice cold as ice. 
                "True, but because of it I would of left you 
alone," I let my smile drop, "but you tried to take my 
company from me. That is why I executed the 
others and kept you alive.....until now." 
    I turn to get the gun off the table. 
          "Your about to recieve a great honor, Sylia 
Stingray." I state as I retrieve the gun from my desk. 
I notice she stop struggling. Turning back with the 
gun in hand , I look at her. Almost her whole being 
gives the appearence of acceptence to her fate. I 
aim the gun so the bullet will hit her directly between 
the eyes. To her credit she doesn't close her eyes 
but seems determined to stare right down the gun 
barrel. Our eyes lock and I remember when I did this 
to her teammates and brother. The look on each of 
their faces as I squeezed the trigger. Now it's her 
turn.
           "For the crime of treason I hereby sentence 
you to death," I proclaim, staring directly into her  
eyes."Sentence will be carried out immediately." 
           I let my voice rise to an triumphant shout as I 
slowly squeeze the trigger. "Let this be the first act 
of the NEWLY CROWNED RULER OF THE
WORLD!!!!"


           "RULER OF THE WORLD!!!!"
  The unexpected yell shattered the silence of the  
hospital corridor, causing the head physician to drop 
his electronic clipboard. Sighing, the doctor slowly 
bent down and retrieved it. He stood up as a second 
year resident come out of one of the rooms.
          "What happenned Dr.Carson?!" he asked, a 
look of confusion on his young face. "I thought only 
coma patients stayed in this area of the hospital." 
          "They do, Brian," Dr.Carson replied as he 
checked his clipboard for damage. "Are you finished 
with your patient?" 
          The resident gave a slight nod affirmative, his 
confused expresson now partially mixed with 
curiousity.
           "Come with me."
They walked down the corridor. Their heels clicking 
against the floor echoed off the walls. A few 
moments later the doctors arrived at a door with a 
small window three quarters the way up. 
           "Take a look," Dr. Carson requested.
Brian walked over and peered into the window. It 
looked almost like any other hospital room. The only 
difference came in the medical boomer that sat next 
to the bed. He watched it as it took a kleenex and 
cleaned some drool from her patient's mouth. 
Except for the blue tinge of the boomer's skin, he 
couldn't tell it from a regular nurse.
           "That's a new 33-M medical boomer, isn't it?" 
he asked. 
            "Yes, " Dr Carson replied,"but take a closer 
look at her patient." 
 Brian again gazed into the room. The patient 
appeared very elderly. The strangest part concerned 
his eyes. Though open, they vacantly gazed at the 
cealing. No life at all within them. As he observed 
the patient, Brian realized that he knew him from 
somewhere but couldn't place his face. 
            "He looks familiar, " Brian said, still looking 
at the patient. 
             " Does the name 'Quincy' ring any bells?" 
Dr. Carson replied, with a slight smile on his face. 
Brian's head spun around, suprised and shocked.
            "Not 'the' Quincy?" he replied.
             "Yes, " Dr Carson responded back. 
"Mr.Quincy, former CEO of the GENOM 
Corporation. He occasionally yells something out 
from time to time. Did you ever hear how they found 
him?" 
            "No, I haven't." he said ,turning around to 
face the older doctor. 
            "His aide went to tell him the outcome of the
vote to accept the takeover bid. He knocked on the 
office door. When he didn't get a response, he 
opened the door and noticed the outer window 
broken. Quincy just sat there with a letter of the vote 
results in his hand. Oblivious to the world."
            "Who could blame him?" Brian responded 
as they both started to walk down the corridor. "He 
went from the richest and most powerful man in the 
world to a pauper overnight. "
             "True. The new CEO set him up here. Ms. 
Stingray even donated the boomer to take care of 
him," Dr. Carson said evenly. 
        They walked for a few minutes more then Dr. 
Carson snapped his fingers. 
              "Almost forgot....Mari wanted me to ask if 
you and Priss would like to join us for dinner?"
             "I don't know," Brian replied as they turned 
the corner. "I'll have to talk it........"
 
          
                
               THE END   
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AFTERWORD:I don't know when my next fic will be  
out. I hope to have Sylia's Choice done by 
December. After that I have no idea what will be 
written next. (I've got about 15 different ideas 
floating in my head and I can't decide which one to 
do.) Thanks again for reading this.