Subject: [FFML] [fanfic][xenogears][SPOLIERWARNING!]Fifteen Seconds to Damnation
From: "Berk' Watkins" <jrandom@ufl.edu>
Date: 10/29/1998, 12:03 PM
To: ffml@ffml.fanfic.com

                        The Starguild Presents:
                        A Random Act of Fandom


                              Xenogears

                     "Fifteen Seconds to Damnation"


                   Xenogears is owned by Squaresoft

                     A Shortfic By: Berk' Watkins



     They hurt Elly...
     They *hurt* Elly....
     THEY HURT ELLY!
     My blood boils in my veins, the bloodlust rising.  Is this my
purpose?  Grief, pain, rage, hate....  All focused on one person?
     Mother/Tormenter/Savior...
     How loud my heartbeat sounds in my viens.
     The searing pains I'd felt moments before were gone, replaced by a
cool feeling.  Cold as space, hot as a nova.  I can hear 'my' friends
shouting in horror behind me, the Executioner's Ether flare burnt them
while washing over me...  The horror they feel isn't from the power of
the flare..
     I pull the cord 'I' use to hold my hair in a ponytail away,
throwing it aside.  Ether gathers in my body, granting me my True Power
as I take on my True Form.  The skin pales, the hair turns red.
     Beautiful red, the color of blood.
     I laugh as I feel my Chariot awaken, he will be here soon.
     I look down at my hands, covered in black leather.
     My Transfiguration is complete...

     I have become death, the destroyer of worlds...

     I Am Id.

     I laugh as I grind the Imposter's will under my figurative heel,
it feels so good to be out again.  I glance back as I hear Siebzehn
arrive to carry the Imposter's friends away.  I laugh again as my own
Gear arrives.
     Blood red, the color of hell.
     The six-winged Angel of Hell, the Demon of Elhan.
     I look around me...  Mother/Tormenter/Savior is across the bridge,
a worthy target.. but there's a far more tempting target than her.
     Why kill a single person when I can kill a city?
     The Demon opens his cockpit, allowing me to enter.

     Let the Cleansing Begin.

- Berk' Watkins, CompSci Wannabe At Large