"What a night," I moaned as I climbed out of my Mustang and walked up
to the front door of my grandmother's house.  Unlocking the door, I
entered and walked immediately to the kitchen to make myself a snack. 
Once that was done, I retreated to the relative security of my own room.
	When I opened the door, I nearly collapsed in shock.  Perched on the
chair in front of my computer was a rather attractive redhead... one who
seemed quite familiar to me.
	"Nene?" I gasped.
	"Good guess," she answered, and from  her tone I could tell that this
was not going to be a pleasant conversation.  I had assumed that this
Revengefic challenge only applied to Ranma writers, but it seemed that I
was in error.
	"How did you get here... how long have you BEEN here?"
	"Long enough to read your mail file."
	I turned pale.  "You didn't--"
	"I did.  I am not pleased."  Her voice was unusally cold.  At first,
this struck me as odd... until I realized that this was the Nene I had
brought to be.
	"But... why me?"
	Nene glared at me, then looked at her left hand.  "I think you know."
	Oh, boy, I thought.  This was looking worse by the moment.
	"You HURT me!" she screamed at me.  "And you even claim to be a fan of
mine!  You put me through torture!"
	"I... I'm sorry." I hung my head, expecting the worst.  "Still... I did
give you a happy ending."
	"I don't think so.  I've read your draft of Collapse."
	My eyes widened a little.  "But... I may not even write that!"
	"Correction... you WILL NOT write that," another voice chimed in. In
all my shock, I had not noticed Sylia sitting in a wheelchair by my
bed..
	I gulped, but tried to regain my composure.  "What... did you have in
mind?"
	"Nene?"  Sylia prompted.
	"Well," Nene smiled, "There seem to be a lot of things on this computer
that you might like to keep secret..."
	"Like?" I tried to bluff.
	Nene laughed.  "Well... some of your comments about that first story...
After all... people might like to know that it was--"
	"NO!" I interrupted in a panic.  "Not that!"
	Nene smiled not-so-sweetly, "And that's just the beginning.  Some of
this other mail..."
	"Stay out of that!  That's private!"
	"Oh, and it is, too..." yet another voice spoke up, and Priss entered
the room.
	I blushed, knowing exactly what they were referring to.
	"Of course, we have other methods of motivating you, too," Priss
added.  "And you're not quite forgiven for Collision, either."
	Nene's smile dissolved as she rose from the chair.  "No, he's not.  Not
at all."
	I backed toward the door, hoping to slip by Priss.  Failing that, I
found myself cornered.  Frantically, I searched for an escape, and the
broadsword hanging on my wall suddenly found my eye.  I reached for it,
only to be jerked backwards by my left wrist.  A sickening crack sounded
as I felt the joint twist in an entirely wrong direction, then I found
myself slammed against the wall.
	"Nene?!" I managed, surprised to find myself so beaten by THIS
particular adversary.
	"You taught me how to do that, remember?"
	"Oh... yeah."  I groaned, hoping that the worst had passed.
	"You may as well not resist," Sylia pointed out.  "It will be easier
for you."
	"That's right," Priss nodded.  "After all, there are still two more to
join the party?"
	"Two?" Linna and... I searched my mind.
	"Linna and Christine," Nene answered me.
	"Chris... but I MADE her!"
	"Wrong!" Nene taunted.  "You didn't make her... you--"
	"DON'T SAY THAT!" I shouted.
	"are her," she finished.
	"Great... now you've done it." I slumped against the wall.  All my
best-laid disguises lay in ruin around me.  "How did you know?  I
mean... she's a woman!"
	"And you're not?" Priss laughed.  "That can be fixed."
	"NO!"
	"Don't worry... we aren't going to resort to that... yet."  Linna
laughed as she walked into the room, slipping a bottle of water into her
pocket.  "Even if this stuff is standard issue."
	I sighed with relief, but that relief would be short-lived.
	"Oh, no," Christine's voice floated in as she too entered the room
(which by now was VERY crowded).  "You'd like it too much."
	"Um... no." I responded.  "My life is complex enough as it is."
	"We'll be fixing that, too." Nene grinned.
	"Oh, no..." I didn't like the sound of that.
	"Oh, you'll like this part.  You see, we're going to make sure you
NEVER finish that story.  And we only know one way to do that."
	"That being?"
	"Well, it seems like you never get any writing done in certain company,
so we're going to arrange for that company to be permanent."
	My eyes lit up, knowing exactly who she was referring to.  "You're
serious?"
	"Oh, yes.  Of course, we'll be keeping you under observation, just to
be sure."
	"Observation?"
	"Let's just say you'll need a big apartment."
	Oh, boy... why do I get the idea that the revenge is just beginning?
	
THE END.

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Stormwalker <stormwalker@airmail.net> and <stormer@utdallas.edu>
Computer Science student and Anime fanfic writer (sometimes, anyway)
Storm Warnings - http://web2.airmail.net/a0011387/
"And I thought I was the angry one here."
			- Priscilla Asagiri, "Bubblegum Collision"
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