Here it is.  My first post to the FFML.. or more technically my second
post.  I posted a poorly written story fragment a couple months ago.  I
really regret doing that.  Then..  I got kicked off the list.  Don't know
why or how..  Oh well.

You might be wondering why I'm posting a revenge fic for my 'first' post. 
Well..  I can't really call it a revenge fic.. Then again, it is.  I'm
currently writing a series of semi-fusion orig/crossover stories.  I've
been typing for over.. several months now with no end in sight <sigh>. 
It'll be months before they're finished. 

Then I realized something.  My stories were horrible.  When I reread the
written portions, it left a bad taste in my mouth.. something like bile.
My stories were--  too confusing, too dark.

So I wrote this revenge fic.  In it, a certain character I created drops
by for a visit.  Boy.. I'm in for some nasty surprise.  Well, I portrayed
myself as 'OOC.'  I don't do maniacal laughs, thank you very much.

Well..  Read the following to find out.

Myung
suh1@uiuc.edu

===

The dorm room was spartan, devoid of personal items, with the exception of
the computer, books, papers and toiletries.  There was one exception,
however.  A small picture of a strange mechanical robot was tacked onto
the cork board hanging on the wall.  It carried a shield and a sword.  The
shield carried a large symbol of a blood red cross.. 

The door opened and revealed a thin college student wearing navy blue
sweats.  He quickly entered and sat in front of his terminal.  He blinked
his eyes and adjusted his glasses. 

"Freaking eyes.." he muttered.

He started up several programs.  A well known vocal piece by a fiery brown
haired singer began to pour from the terminal speakers. 

The man changed over to a word processor program and slowly typed on the
keyboard, sometimes pausing for many seconds to contemplate what to type
next.  He seemed to enjoy the song, for he was constantly tapping his
right foot, following the beat of the music. 

After a long period of mindless brainstorming, the man suddenly spoke
aloud.  "Now..  How can I end this part..  If he..  Wait..  That�s it!! 
It�s brilliant!!  Finally, I�ve come up with the *final* solution to
this!!  MMHHWWAAHAHAHAHA!!!"

He had a questionable habit of vocalizing his thoughts when in deep
�meditation.�

The man typed rapidly, his palms becoming clammy from the motions.  He
chuckled. 

"Hehe..  Sorry to put you through this Lara.  Too-- bad.  Your �existence�
was MEANT to be this way."

The man paused.. and erupted in another fit of maniacal laughter.  He
gained control of himself and gleefully muttered his thoughts. 

"Oh man.  If she was real, she would dice me alive..  Good thing she�s
only fictional.  Ahh..  The sorrows of �reality� constantly attacking her. 
Yes!!  So after this ending..  I can move on to the next part of her
journeys..  then..  Yes.  It will end there.  The grand finale!!  Where
the end is the beginning and the beginning is the end!!"

The man resumed his typing for several more minutes.

His mad typing was interrupted by three knocks.

The man stopped and blinked.  Someone was knocking at his door.

Another three knocks.  This time more.. forceful.

The man glanced at his watch.  It was 1:47AM.

"Who�d be knocking at my door at THIS hour.."  he suspiciously muttered.

The man got up and cautiously opened the door.  He took an involuntary
step back when he saw his visitor. 

His visitor was wearing a cloak and hood that covered her from head to
toe.  Intricate and pleasing patterns of dark green adorned the hems of
the midnight black cloak.. 

A musical feminine voice resonated from the visitor. 

"Hello..  Myung.."

The man gulped.. and dashed for his terminal keyboard at the far side of
the room.  It made perfect sense.  It was crystal clear to him now, even
though it was crazy.  The strange foreboding feelings he got when he
walked around campus for the past week.  The feeling that he was being
stalked by someone.. or something. 

He had to reach the keyboard to ty--

He never made it.

With a blur of inhuman speed, his visitor was now standing by his
terminal.  The visitor held a short metal rod which produced a cyan blade
of energy.  The energy blade was pointed at his neck.  The tip was close
to his chin.  Uncomfortably close. 

The visitor spoke to him in an unnerving gentle tone.  "Now Myung..  I
can�t have you typing up some reason for me to be happy, can�t I?  I have
to be sad, angry and hurt.. so I�ll be mad at you..  I have the right to
be furious..  at you.  You aren�t going to take my right away.. 
Especially you, Myung.."

Myung stuttered.  "T-This isn�t happening..  T-This isn�t real..  Y-Y-You
aren�t r-real!!"

The visitor gently chuckled..  and savagely smashed the keyboard with her
free hand. 

"Real enough?"

Myung could only weakly grunt as an acknowledgement..  He was too scared. 
He began to profusely sweat. 

The visitor pulled off her hood with her free hand..  revealing her lush
red hair.  She was beautiful. 

"You�re going to pay, Myung..  Pay for the pain.. the anguish.. and the
suffering that you devised for me.. and my friends."

Nervously glancing down at the crackling energy blade, Myung could only
croak. 

"You�re going to pay for.. f-for Nabiki..  and Priss�s.. s-suffering.. 
You�re going to pay for J-Justan.. Justan.. and Devon..  A-And..  You are
going to pay for..  H-Hikage�s..  Hikage�s.."

Noticing his visitor�s loss of composure, Myung began to protest.  He did
not, however, choose the appropriate things to say. 

"C-Chotto matte!! I didn�t even release my fics to the FFML or the RAAC
yet!  I-It will be months!! years!! before the drafts are finis--"

The hateful glare from his visitor effectively shut Myung�s mouth.  The
visitor regained her sense of calm rage and determination.

"It doesn�t matter, Myung..  Those..  horrible things you planned have
already occurred.. for me and my friends.  My precious friends.."

The visitor�s withering glare intensified.  Her voice dropped to a
threatening whisper. 

"Worst of all, Myung..  You really didn�t care.. about me or them..  When
you wrote your *stories* you didn�t stop to think of us.. as human
beings.. as friends.. as companions in that endless Journey..  No..  You
created us.. plotted our lives.. and hacked them into little pieces for
your *sick* enjoyment..  You committed the ultimate sin a write could
commit.."

"H-How can this be happening?!  Y-You�re just some figment of my
imagination!!  T- They.. The stories AREN�T REAL!!"

"Wrong, Myung..  I am real..  and the Nexus exists..  Anything is
possible.."

"N-Nexus!?!?  N-Nani?!"

"Yes..  The Nexus will judge you for your crimes..  Your torments will
magnify a hundred fold.."

"N-NO!!  Nexus can�t be real!!  It�s imposs--!!"

Myung and his visitor vanished in a blinding flash of light..