Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction ❯ No Turning Back ❯ Prologue 2: Beware of the Boogeyman ( Chapter 1 )

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No Turning Back
A Pokewomen Universe Story
by Shade

Porn with Plot Warning.

Copyrighted character use warning.

Ignoring what a lot of other people wrote warning.

Warning about warning warning warning.

"The efficiency of the truly national leader consists primarily in preventing the division
of the attention of a people, and always in concentrating it on a single enemy."
-Adolf Hitler

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Prologue: Beware of the Boogeyman
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His name was Doctor Jim Sukebe.

Once upon a time he had been a scientist with radicial theories about time and space
that had been mocked and derided by his fellow men of science.

He had proved them all wrong. And in his triumph he achieved that rarest and greatest of
human treaures, contentment. He'd had everything he'd ever wanted, and his knowledge could
have helped humanity achieve a new Golden Age.

And then that stupid woman had broken into his home and ruined everything.

He wanted to hate Linda McKenzie for what she'd done. But the scientist in him refused to make it that easy.

She had been prejudiced in her own way, but she could never have possibly expected what had happened
after she'd filed that report.

For all her many faults, McKenzie had been the product of a system that she had trusted and believed in.
She had been raised to believe that the rights of women were a foregone conclusion and that the people
that read the stories in the paper and watched them on the television were educated rational beings who
could make good decisions based on trustworthy information.

And because she had believed all of that, she was now one of the experimental subjects being mercilessly
used in the military barracks above the lab that Sukebe was imprisoned in.

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Her name had once been Linda McKenzie. Before she'd been brought here. Before they'd changed her.

"Squeal Lil Doggy!! Take it all!!"

Before she'd been sent to Hell.

The chunky private violating her ass squeezed the dog-eared woman's breasts like they were made of rubber.
It felt like he was going to tear them off of her, there were already black and blue splotches from
the continued abuse that had gone on for what seemed like forever. She couldn't even scream because of
the rubber lined porthole gag that kept her mouth open and her teeth covered for the smelly soldier in
front to shove his pissy smelling cock so deep into her mouth that it made her jaw ache. Her battered pussy
had mercifully stopped feeling anything beyond a dull ache after the endless train that had gone on for
day after day with only brief pauses to hose her down clean enough for the next round of assaults to begin.

Dimly the person who had once called herself Linda knew that she was bleeding from her ass, she could feel
the blood trickling down the insides of her thighs and smell the sharp iron tang.

Linda had not been a religious person. But the small wisp that was all that was left of her sense of self
prayed for death now. Anything to make the pain stop. Anything-

"What the fuck!?"

"Shit! I think the bitch is having a seizure!"

The three men pulled out of her madly jerking form as frothy white foam spilled out of the woman's mouth.

Her eyes rolled back until only the whites were showing as her arms twisted in their restraints until
the bones snapped like wet twigs. Strange bulges began popping up under the shivering skin as foul smelling
blood began to spurt from both vagina and anus.

Then she dropped to the floor and became still.

The men in the room stared at the body. Those nearest swore and did their best to wipe the stinky fluids
they'd been splashed with from themselves. It was as if a toy they'd gotten had just broken and now they
needed a new one.

"Fuck, I think she's dead."

"Well you know the drill. Grab her arm and we'll drag her to the cart for disposal."

Two of the semi-clothed men detatched themselves from the main group and began dragging the limp body away.

Neither of them noticed that the woman's body was beginning to swell rapidly.

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His name was Billy. He was a good old southern boy who had signed up to join the military
because it was that or became a butcher at the local slaughterhouse. Besides, everybody
knew that girls would drop their panties at the sight of a man in uniform.

Billy was a great believer in Jesus. Especially the parts where the smiting of the fags
and the making the sandniggers discover the Good Book were concerned. Praise the Lord and
pop the little muthafuckas with the ammunition, that was Billy's motto.

He'd jumped at the chance to join the White Eagles. A good unit without the blacks
and the yellows and the brownies. The officers had been very good and very smart, even
letting their men know that the President and Vice President themselves had the utmost
confidence in the White Eagles and the super secret project that would make America
the undisputed big daddy of the world forever.

And then there was all the free poontang. Ever since they'd started popping out those girls
with those funny parts out of the labs down below they'd been sending them up to the men
for 'testing'. And because they weren't really people that meant that anything that was bad
to do to a white woman was perfectly okay to do to them.

Which was why Billy was helping to drag off another one of the test subjects for disposal.

Which was why Billy was about to die.

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Sukebe looked at the subject in the pod full of blue liquid. Perfectly preserved in suspended animation,
the boy's nude form looked like it was sleeping peacefully. The doctor did not know his name, none
of the people they'd brought in here were ever given one. They usually didn't need them for long.

But the boy, the boy was different. Without someone like him, Project Solomon would have most likely failed.

There were times that Jim wondered if it wouldn't have been better to have simply terminated
the young man's life support system even if it would have meant certain death for himself.
Sukebe knew that he would only be allowed to live as long as he produced results for his American masters.
Their own scientists had managed to reverse engineer many of his inventions, but the secrets to the genetic
manipulation they wanted remained secure in the only container Jim had ever trusted for them, his own mind.

He hated them all. With every fiber of his being, he hated these men and their masters who sat back
and let others do their dirty work for them. They had taken everything from him. Even his name.

Even now he could see them watching him from above, the sniveling cowards who dreamed mad dreams of power.

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His name was General Rummy Turgidson. He was a large framed man of the old school of military thought.
Bigger is better and he who has the most bombs to drop on the enemy wins. He knew why God had created
Enlisted Men, it was so they could charge in frontal assaults until the enemy was overrun by sheer
weight of numbers. Turgidson also knew which side his bread was buttered on and could kiss ass with
the best of them.

"We're honored by your presence, Sir."

"No need for the formalities, Rummy. I'm just here for a little look around."

It was a lie and both men knew it. Just as both of them also knew that the other knew it too.
Project Solomon had been classified at the highest levels and operated in the black. Not even
their rubberstampers in Congress knew that it existed. They were small men and women with petty
dreams of easy money and long golfing trips. They lacked the will, the vision and above all else
the good bloodlines for the Divine Right of Rulers to rule.

"Soon the world will be our oyster."

Vice President Dick Ripper savored the sound of it. World Domination. None of this stupid pretending
to be a Democracy for the lesser classes bullshit. It would be a return to the good old days when you
could use a whip on the poor people when they got too uppity and spoke back to their betters. Where Bitches
knew their proper place, on their knees and on their backs. After all, hadn't he taught his own sweet daughter that?
She was a good trained little slut now and he was looking forward to his first son from her soon.

"What's the status of the first batch?"

"The neo-natal chambers are already operating at maximum capacity around the clock. We should have
the first ten million ready for delivery in a matter of days."

"Excellent. And the Omegas?"

"Prepped, though I hardly see any need to use them."

Bigger might be better, but even Turidson had misgivings about superweapons that he didn't fully understand even now.

"You're not paid to think, General. You merely need to follow orders. We will tell you what you need to think."

"Yes Sir."

"Good, good. Once the notorious Dr. Sukebe launches his terrorist attack against those bleeding heart liberals
up North, we will of course have no choice but to declare martial law and ensure that there are no disruptions
to the command structure during a time of War. Can't have a stinking coon trying to think he can order
a white man around, now can we?"

Both men laughed loudly. A boogeyman made an excellent scapegoat.
Not to mention a wonderful excuse for demanding more funding
to secure the Homeland against the 'Evil Mastermind'.

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They had just reached the door when it happened.

Two horrific black spiked pincers exploded from out of the bulging belly in a spray of gore.
The two men who had been holding the body saw it drop to the ground and then realized a moment later
that it was because their hands had been severed at the wrists. They shrieked and clutched at their
bloody stumps in pain and terror as something monstrous erupted from within the sheath of dead skin
that had been Linda McKenzie.

Grown men who had thought they feared nothing on Earth began to scream themselves hoarse.

It had fangs and claws, pincers and spikes. But worst of all was the sheer wrongness of the body structure.
Black chitinous armor encompassed a swollen arachnoid abdomen capped with four lethally armored legs all of
which were visibly growing in size before their unbelieving eyes. A blood red hourglass was the only
marking distinguishable on that dark abomination and it blazed like a sentence of death.

There were no guns in the barracks. And the monster was between them and the only exit.

But they were soldiers. They decided to go down fighting.

What they didn't know was that the creature was armed with a venom that paralyzed major motor functions
but did nothing to impede the nerve clusters that controlled pleasure and pain. Nor that it had two
fully functional openings leading to its digestive tract lined with shark-like rows of razor sharp
serrated teeth.

The barracks had been soundproofed for the men to enjoy their prizes without disturbing the rest of the base.

When it was all over, the entire room from floor to ceiling was literally painted in red.

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"Well General, I must say that everything looks up to spec so far. The President will be pleased."

"Of course he will, Sir."

Rummy returned the little wink. Everybody who knew anything this far into the inner circle knew
that the Fourth Branch of Government was running the show and that he answered to nobody.
Not that they weren't all on the same page, but the manchild was too emotional to be trusted with
the true reins of power. He made a much better figurehead, especially dressed up in a flight suit.

"I trust that there will be no slip-ups. We may own the local journalist whores, but some people
still seem to think that reporting means telling the truth."

"Of course not, Sir. We're not like those stupid fuckups at Guantanamo-"

An alarm klaxon on the observation deck picked that moment to start blaring its little electronic head off.

Dick glared at Turgidson.

"You were saying?"

General Rummy paled. Then he started shouting at his subordinates to find out just what the hell was going on.

In all of the confusion, nobody paid any attention to the lab down below.

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Dr. Sukebe did not start at the sudden wail of the alarm. He had expected something
like this to happen sooner or later. In fact, he had rather been counting on it.

There were three other scientists and an armed guard here in the lab with him, all of them male.
Given the kinds of experiments and research being conducted in here, that was not surprising.

It also made things so much simpler.

He quietly slipped a hand under his terminal, his face remaining calm and composed, giving away nothing as his
fingers found the device he'd built under the very noses of his captors. Meanwhile with his free hand he opened up
on his screen a small and almost inconspicuous program that he'd spent months working on.

When the soldier that had been assigned inside the lab came over, the doctor knocked over a few pens to the floor.

When the man's head turned toward the movement, the doctor coolly jabbed him in the arm with the medical injecter
and depressed its full payload directly into the man's bloodstream.

Even as the man collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony as his body's genetic structure began to try and
rewrite itself into an entirely different gender and species, Jim started up his backdoor into the network.

There was a solid click and hiss of pressurized air as the reinforced environmental doors to the lab
locked down as their systems were notified that a dangerous biological agent had escaped containment.

Sukube bent down next to the still screaming guard and relieved him of his holstered gun. The soldier was
in no condition to resist or even notice, all his frantic attention was on the sensation of a thousand tiny
knives attempting to reduce his bubbling penis into a pair of vaginal lips while the muscles on his chest
dissolved into a runny jelly and attempted to reform into fatty tissue for a double row of breasts.

The half-asian scientist coldly contemplated the shrieking tortured form caught in the middle of an agonizing
transformation between man and Pokegirl. The Phase I version of the Pokegirl Serum had been deemed a failure
because the mutagenic genecracking had failed to stabilize. None of the subjects of the initial clinical trials
had survived as their bodies had melted over several hours into puddles of runny DNA, the doomed men screaming
during every minute of it until their lungs had finally fallen apart.

It would have been an act of mercy to shoot the wretched creature.

Dr. Sukebe was not feeling particularly merciful.

The other scientists were still staring in shock when Sukebe quietly lined up the pistol and shot them.

Then he got down to the real work.

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"What the hell is he doing?!"

Ripper banged on the thick double-paned bulletproof glass as he took in the bloody scene below.

That treacherous bastard! How dare he betray them before they could dispose of him!

A technician looked up from his monitoring station.

"General, we have a breach in the DARPA network!"

"Stop him! Lock it all down!"

"We can't, Sir. He's changed all of the codes."

"What?! You idiots!!"

"Oh my God!! What the Hell is that thing?!"

Everyone's attention turned towards the security monitor that had been flickering from room to room
in the base but was now stopped on a raging battle in the main elevator room that led to the lower
levels of the base.

The sharp bark of military assault rifles on full auto could now be heard crackling through the speakers
as the man who'd spoken out turned up the volume.

"Help me! Help me!! It's eating my dick!! It's eating my dick!!"

The voice changed into a soprano in mid-scream.

"Oh God It HURTS!! Shoot Me!! SHOOT ME!!"

A technician started vomiting uncontrollably onto his console.

General Turgidson looked sick as well, but he was made of sterner stuff.

"Break out the flame throwers and anti-tank weapons. It doesn't look like normal ammunition can penetrate
that armor. Instruct the men to pull back and seal that monster on Level C."

The communications officer fumbled for his headset and started relaying his superior's orders, grateful
for the task to prevent him from having to think about what he'd just witnessed.

Rummy nodded. This was only a single monster and while that was bad it wasn't a catastrophe.
But if they didn't get that damn bastard in the lab quickly, his future career was going
to look very bleak indeed.

"Captain Mandrake, get some men down there and get those doors open as of yesterday, understood?"

"Yes Sir! Corporal Biggs, Private Wedge, come with me."

The three soldiers hurried out.

"Mr. Vice President, you should evacuate while we sterilize the base."

"Leave? At our moment of triumph? I think you overestimate Sukebe's chances."

"But Sir-"

"General Turgidson, I am in the middle of a US military base. There is no safer place for me to be."

"Yes Sir."

"Besides, that freak is blocking the main way out. I'll wait till your men have cleared it out first."

"Oh."

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Dr Sukebe's hands danced on the keyboard like they were on fire.

At the very beginning of his captivity he had harbored some hope that the people who'd abducted him
in the night would release him and his family unharmed if he just did what they wanted. That little
warming spark had faded the night he'd accidently overheard one of the guards making a crude joke
about 'the little bitch'. When he'd found the video file of what they'd done to his girls,
it had died completely, leaving only cold ash in what had once been his heart.

The jailers probably thought that this was an escape attempt.

They were wrong. Doctor Jim Sukebe was a man with nothing to go back to. Nothing to Lose.

This was *Revenge*.

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Computer controlled defensive missile batteries went online, ignoring the frantic commands from their
human operators to shut down. Friendly aircraft were suddenly flagged as hostiles and warning lights
screamed in the faces of surprised pilots as they suddenly found themselves under fire in the last
place they'd ever expected it.

Nor was the desert base the only one to suddenly experience terminal equipment malfunctions.

Almost every major American military installation and capital ship across the globe was tied
into the DARPA network in one fashion or another. Most of them had been upgraded over the years
for increased and in some cases almost total reliance on dedicated computer control
and targeting for their advanced fixed defenses.

This time technical superiority came around to bite them on the ass.

Chaos erupted across the globe as soldiers, sailors and pilots suddenly came under attack by their own weapons of war.

But that was just the feint.

The true attack was piggybacked onto a radio signal that broadcast unnoticed in all of the confusion.

Inaudible to humans, it would nevertheless prove to be the deadliest message ever sent in the history of mankind.

'Wipe them out. All of them'

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There were hundreds of thousands of them. Innocent looking white and red spheres in various US military bases
around the globe. They were in storerooms and hangers, loaded on planes and ships, transported by trucks and
rail. The devices emitted no radiation, chemical weapons signature or detectable harmful microbes. In short,
they were harmless oddities that high command had ordered delivered as 'relief supplies' intended for certain
other countries that America had minor differences of opinion with, such as who owned the resources on their land
and for that matter who owned the land itself.

And indeed this was not a lie. The balls themselves were no threat at all.

But the contents they carried in stasis were an entirely different story. Fortunately there were many safety features
installed to prevent an accidental premature discharge by some fool with more curiosity then sense.

Unfortunately, this was no accident and Sukebe was no fool.

As the carrier waves passed through, red beams of light fired off like the corona of the sun
from suddenly blinking spheres as they carried out their programming faithfully.

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The Flight of B-52s had been flying over the Rockies when it happened.

Each aircraft's normal cargo of bombs had been replaced with a single metallic ovoid that filled
their entire ordnance bay and weighed in near the limits of their maximum lift capacity. The flight
crews had been carefully instructed to maintain radio silence as they flew towards the southern border,
where they would drop the devices into a country where the local leader had dared to oppose the glorious
advance of the free market into his nation's energy reserves.

They were just coming up on the New Mexicio border when the first plane simply disintegrated.

From out of the expanding cloud of energized particles a large blurry form plunged towards the ground far below.

The rest of the squadron began to go into evasive maneuvers as one by one bombers were destroyed from the inside
out by Flame, Ice and Lightning. More explosions marked the passing of the other planes as something too massive for
them to contain ruptured their steel frames like it was wet tissue paper.

Eyes gleamed.

They had heard the call...and would obey.

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Sukebe looked upon his work. And it was good.

Fools. Arrogant Fools, the lot of them. And now they would pay. All of them would pay dearly.

The Pokegirls that they'd thought were still at an immature and mallable stage in their lifecycle,
waiting to be programmed for use, were actually fully grown and deadly adults. All they had lacked
was the trigger phrase to dispel the suppressed physical changes. And now that trigger had just
been sent to all of them.

The scientist could hear dull thuds on the door from the outside. They would break in eventually once
they had the right equipment, but by then it would be far too late to stop him. He had all the time
in the world.

He moved dreamily towards another console and brought up the schematics for the next point of assault.

Yes, this would be perfect.

He sent the activation code.

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A new alarm screamed in the commander center. It overrode the other klaxons like the sea overwhelmed a drop of rain.

"What the hell is that," screamed Dick Ripper as someone managed to lower the volume before they all went deaf.

"Oh my God. He's activating Typhonna."

The Vice President grabbed the unresisting soldier that had spoken and shook him hard.
He might as well have been shaking a wooden marionette for all the effect that it had.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"We're all going to die."

"Oh no I'm not! I have cunts to fuck and pussies to shoot in the face!
I am not going to let a Fucking Chink ruin my plans!!"

Nobody bothered to correct the Vice President on ancestral accuracy.

Dick barked at his Secret Service escort, "Come on, If I want something done right
around here it looks like I'll have to fucking do it myself!!"

He stormed out, followed by the men in suits and sunglasses.

The rest of the room breathed a small sigh of relief.

A few moments later the doors hissed open again.

"Sir, did you forgot some-"

The officer's voice died away as he stared up at what had just come through the door.

It was not Vice President Ripper.

"Our Father who art in Heaven-"

The doors hissed shut.

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They came streaming out by the thousands from their artifical creches, their naked forms far too perfect
for any random chance of simple biology to explain. An unstoppable living tide that swept away anything
that stood in the way of their urgent biological imperative.

Goggling soldiers at observation posts watched in stunned amazement at what seemed to be a never ending stream
of naked young women coming in every spectrum of the rainbow, erupted from the many doors and windows of the base.

They ignored the soldiers around them, only the ones directly in front of them or those who attempted to stop
any of the humanoids fell to suddenly revealed fangs, talons, claws, stingers or a simple kick to the crotch
that pulverized flesh and shattered bones. When they hit the walls, it barely slowed any of them down as the ones
in front simply went through it and kept on going with the others following fast in their wake. Some of them took
flight in the literal sense as transparent wings like that of a giant insect materialized out of their backs and
thrummed like a swarm of bees. Others flickered and vanished in bursts of blue light while more winged beauties
with the white wings of angels soared for the sky.

The beings that would eventually be known as Pokewomen were at their most basic level, creatures of instinct.

And right now it was telling them to flee for their lives.

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The wail of the alarms was an orchestra of triumph. The exhilarating feeling of madness carried him
up on a euphoric physical high that kept a smile on his face as he tampered with safeguard after safeguard,
sabotaging the military's communications networks and infecting or destroying every file and record he could
gain access to. He had just finished purging the databanks of the Anti-Pokegirl weapons research when inspiration
struck again.

Ah yes, how could he have forgotten that in all of the excitement?

Project Hestia. The Command and Control System of Psychic Dominators for the military's genetic supersoldiers.
An Abomination that could still stop his creations and save humanity from its richly deserved reward.

Well, he couldn't have that now, could he?

It took only a few minutes for the sniffer program to find the access codes.

The metal plates at the back of the lab slid noiselessly back to reveal another secure chamber that glowed softly.

Sukube picked up the pistol in one hand as he walked into the room.

There they were, the twenty seven progenitors of his creations. The mothers of his adopted children.
They looked back at him from where they floated completely naked in their life support tubes.
Twenty seven pairs of eyes connected to twenty seven pulsating brains and exposed spinal cords.

And nothing else.

He emptied the pistol's magazine into the life support system and nodded in satisfaction as the green
indicators by each tank flickered into an unhealthy flashing yellow as their liquid contents began
to darken and go opaque. He stayed and watched until the last indicator had turned an ugly steady red
before throwing the now useless gun away and walking back into his lab.

Only one final detail remained for him to take care of now.

The boy had to die.

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Major Gorman stared down at the still smoking carcass that lay spread out over several meters of corridor.

He still couldn't believe it. It had taken the combined firepower of several rocket launchers, a heavy machinegun,
multiple grenades and no less then three flamethrowers to finally kill the monster. And it had cost them over
forty men to do it.

Most of their casualties were already dead.

They were considered the lucky ones.

He could hear the screams behind him as the medics tried to save one of the survivors. There wasn't much left
of the wreck that had once been a highly trained soldier except for his head and torso which ended at the hips.
That thing had simply grabbed and eaten everyone it had managed to get its claws on, starting on the softer jiggly bits
with that Vagina from Hell that had made grown men scream in horror at the sight of in action. It had seemed to
enjoy keeping its prey alive for as long as possible, carefully avoiding any vital organs until the very end.

But once they'd started pressing it, the creature had settled for quickly devouring the limbs and genitals
before tossing the still screaming body aside in favor of the next target that caught its eye.

Behind the officer Private Hudson knelt down, trying to cover his ears
as he muttered over and over to himself, "Game Over Man, Game Over!"

This wasn't what he'd signed up for. Fighting soldiers or terrorists was no problem, at least they were human
and you could shoot back. But that Nightmare like a cross between a woman and a giant spider was simply
beyond his comprehension. Bullets had just *bounced* off of it, even trying to shoot the damn thing in the eyes
or mouth hadn't worked. It was as if the mutant bitch from hell had some kind of invisible forcefield protecting
its softer spots. He'd actually seen the machinegun cause some kind of ripple effect in the space around its
head when the crew had opened up on it. It wasn't until they'd turned on the flamethrowers that they'd managed
to do more then annoy it. Whatever armor had been protecting it apparently didn't extend to bone charring heat.

That, combined with an intensive concentration of firepower, had managed to finally waste the monster.

Only one small comforting thought kept Hudson's mind from cracking completely.

At least this was the only one.

He looked down at the still smoldering head which might have been called a rather attractive blonde if not
for the teeth, red eyes and the fangs that trickled a pale green poison that smoked where it touched the floor.

It was not the face of Linda McKenzie.

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Dr Sukebe looked up at the capsule. Just one more push of a button and the total destruction of the Pokewoman project
would be complete. Nothing would be able to stop his creations from wiping out the humanity that had proven beyond
the shadow of a doubt that it could not be allowed to survive.

All he had to do was deactivate the life support system and the sleeper would never wake up.

It would be so easy.

Surely the boy would welcome such a quiet painless passage. He would never feel a thing.

What was one more death after all?

They had taken away everything from him. Everything.

'Master?'

Jim gasped. That voice, it couldn't be!

He looked at the capsule again and there he saw her face, her warm eyes full of love, looking back at him from the glass.

Melinda.

He ran towards her, unaware of anything else as his entire universe shrank until the only things that existed were
the two of them. But even as he reached out to touch her the image was fading like the last remnants of a dream.

"No!! Come back!! Please come back!!"

The scientist clawed at the cold unyielding surface until his nails broke and his fingers bled.

"Melinda. Come back to me, please."

He was sobbing now, curling up into a shaking ball as the memories overwhelmed him.

'Master! Melinda will do her best!'

'Eh heh, Melinda made a mistake.'

'Does it hurt, Master?'

'Master, why are you crying? Melinda will cheer you up!'

'Master, Melinda loves you. I-I love you. Yes! Melinda finally said it! Melinda is so happy!'

'Yes Master, Melinda is very happy. Melinda will love Master's children with all her heart.'

'Master! Master! Please, let Melinda help Master!'

'It hurts!! It hurts! Stop!! Master's child!! Don't hurt Master's child!!'

'Melinda....is...sorry....Mast-'

More names and faces flooded to the surface of his mind. Tamlin, Diora, Natasha, Rii, Kiena and Morrim.

'Master, Tamlin will always protect you. Always.'

'Master needs to relax. Natasha will help him relax. Just lie back and leave everything to Natasha.'

'Don't worry Master! Diora can fix anything! No problem! Now where's the duct tape....'

'Master needs to eat more. Look at yourself. Now sit down and eat or Kiena will be very upset with you.'

'Rii will sing this song for you, Master. This is the only way Rii knows how to help Master.'

'Does Master like how Morrim is dressed. Ohh, yes. Morrim can see how much Master likes it now.'

All of them had been so precious to him. He had loved them all. They had been a family.

The soldiers had just tossed their broken bodies into a pile like common garbage.

"UUOOOOOOOOORAAAGHHHHHHHYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHOOOGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

It was not a yell. It was not a scream. It was a primal sound that ripped out of his chest
and vibrated from the very marrow of his bones.

It was Pain personified, Agony given shape and form.

'Master, we love you.'

And then Dr. Jim Sukebe opened his eyes for what seemed to be the first time in a very long time.

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General Turgidson nodded at the Vice President from the doors outside of the lab.
His men were were trying to burn their way in, cutting through the armor inch by white hot inch.

"I have some men disabling the transmitter right now, Sir. He won't be in the network for much longer."

"Hurry it up. I want him stopped before he lets loose this Typho whatchamacallit."

"Yes Sir."

The ground trembled underneath them.

"We'll also need a scapegoat if we're going to salvage anything out of this."

There was an unpleasant pause.

"And the good Doctor?"

"Killed while resisting arrest. I think that should be good enough. DOn't you?"

"Yes Sir."

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"NO!"

Dr Sukebe banged his fists helplessly as his terminal's screen suddenly flashed 'Disconnected'.

He had been trying to fix the damage he'd done, not out of any sense of obligation to the military power
that had caused so much pain and suffering, but for the rest of the world which now faced the worst peril
since the asteroid that had wiped out the dinosaurs. But they'd cut him out of DARPA and now there was
no way left for him to stop them in time.

"Damnit!"

The adrenaline-fueled rush had worn off. He was running on terror and barely controlled panic now.
He couldn't send any orders to them. The controls were gone, destroyed by his own hands.
The military was reeling from the surprise attack, worse, they had no idea of the true nature
of the threat they faced.

The Pokewomen had been designed to be the ultimate super soldiers. Any attempt to face them with
a conventional frontal assault was doomed to failure. Every single one of his creations had combat
bred into them from birth and they learned fast. They didn't need planes or tanks or artillery,
they were all of those things and more. Combined with the geometric reproduction rate that a
high stress environment would trigger, the numbers of Pokewomen would jump from a few million to
hundreds of millions in a matter of months.

And if Nuclear Weapons were deployed against them....

He was witnessing the greatest disaster in Human History.

And he could not stop it. Dear Gods, he couldn't stop it!!

Jim sobbed, his eyes clenched tight in pain.

"Melinda, please help me! Tell me what to do!!"

'Master! Look, Melinda discovered the Internet!'

Dr Sukebe's eyes flashed open as he looked up at the screen.

It was crazy. It was insane.

And it just might work.

The scientist glanced back at the door.

They were almost a third of the way through now.

He was running out of time.

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"Hey Greg, take a look at this."

"The whole world is turning into a madhouse and you want me to look at one of your porn sites?"

"Seriously Dude, I think you should take a look at this. No Fooling."

"It had better be go-what the hell?!"

"This shit is way more up your alley then mine, Bro. I just signed up for Berkeley because the local
chicks are hot and the professors don't take no Shit from The Man."

"Christ on a crutch, it's dumping into all of the servers. It must be hitting every hub on the network."

"Greg, no-speekee computersee. In English please."

There was a short pause.

"Somebody really wants people to look at this. Whatever the hell *it* is."

"Let's take a peek then."

"Wait! It could be a virus or something."

"Does that look like a advertisement for Free Viagra to you?"

"Holy shit."

"Now that is some funky ass mumbojumbo. Looks like some kind of bomb or something."

"No...there's no detonator. And those circuit designs...they're like nothing I've ever seen before."

"I know that look, Bro. If you wore it around girls more often I might not be so worried about you all the time."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So, wanna try and build one of these funky monkeys?"

"I think...that might be a good idea."

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It was done. Whatever else happened, humanity had been given its chance.

Most of the world probably wouldn't see it. Among those that did, the majority of them would probably
ignore it or dismiss it as some hacker's prank. But maybe a few of them would take the information
seriously, perhaps even enough of them to make a difference.

He looked back again.

They were almost through. He could hear voices coming through even now.

Soon he would be reunited with his loved ones.

But not before he saved the boy.

Sukebe knew all of the lab's secrets after his long captivity in it.

He raised his voice, "Ragnorok Seven One Seven."

"Authorization code."

He could feel the cold beads of sweat on his brow as he replied,
"Echo Victor Oscar Lima Uniform Tango India Oscar November Three Three Three."

"Code confirmed. Please state command."

"Initiate Failsafe Winkle One One Nine. Command Override Lima Oscar Victor Echo Uniform."

"Winkle One One Nine initiated. Beginning cryostasis containment."

The fluid in the gently glowing capsule was liquid one moment and then solid the next.

"Subject successfully contained."

The capsule's clear surface vanished as an armored sheath slid over it and it began to quietly sink through the floor.

Somewhere below, there was a secure room with its own independent grid of nuclear batteries.

The boy would be safe there until the time was right.

And then? That would be up to-

Behind him he heard the door finally crash down and the sound of boots heading in at a run.

He looked at his console.

There was still one last thing to do.

A rifle barked behind him and a burst of red hot pain erupted from his shoulder, almost spinning him completely around.

Somehow, he found the strength to stagger forward and hit the last key.

"Melinda...I'm coming."

He never heard the crack of the shot that blew his head all over the terminal.

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"Fucking Asshole."

Dick Ripper spitefully emptied a dozen more rounds into the dead man's body.

It made him feel a little better.

Billions of dollars plowed into the Project and it had all been ruined by one man.
The PR disaster alone was going to be worse then those stupid photos of sandnigger pyramids.

"Stupid Fucking Cocksucker!!"

A technical specialist hurried over to Turgidson from the terminals.

"General, we're completely locked out. Whatever he did, he made sure it would stick."

"I want solutions, soldier. Not more problems."

"We're going to have to physically strip it down, Sir."

"Then why are you still standing here?"

"Yes Sir."

The man scurried back to join the others already starting to remove the physical casings from the machines.

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The ground shook as if hit by a Titan's hammer.

In the underground containment bunker a large metallic ovoid rocked violently in its electromagnetically
sealed enclosure. Steel alloy shrieked like a alley cat given an acid enema. Broken hoses hissed and thrashed
like snakes on crack, spitting white jets of liquid helium into the air.

Light began to pour forth from cracks forming in the structure's smooth surface. White at first, then rapidly
condensing into a foreboding dark red.

A rumbling began.

More cracks began to completely engulf the sphere in a regular geometric pattern.

A roar that had never come from any natural creature to walk the Earth seared through the underground room,
pounding throgh metal, rock and sand to finally echo out into the open sky.

Fine red swirls of light and rapidly clustering particles began to fill the chamber.

From the depths of the cloud emerged a claw so large that it could have spit a dozen men on it like chicken kabobs.
The digit ripped though the buckling walls as if they were cotton fluff. More mass began pushing the bunker
beyond any limits its designers had ever dreamed of.

There was a muffled explosion as the final seals failed.

Typhonna was free.

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"What the hell was that?"

Turgidson couldn't meet Ripper's eyes.

"It could be...many things, Sir."

"Such as?"

The General squirmed under that cold gaze.

"Well-"

"YAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!!!!"

An earpiercing scream from behind them made both men jump.

Something bounced wetly into the room.

It was a man's arm. The camo sleeve of his uniform still clung to it.

And then the Ebony Nightmare Bitch from Hell was in the room among them.

Soldiers dropped what they were doing and snatched up their rifles to open fire on it.
Secret Service agents dived for cover as their service pistols barked loudly, doing their
duty to protect their charge.

They might as well have tried hurling water balloons for all the effect it had.

Dick Ripper stumbled back, slipping on a stray puddle of blood as the creature darted back
and forth around the room, snatching up soldiers and agents one man at a time.

Razor sharp claws disarmed them in the literal sense while the set of humanoid appendages
above pulled the unfortunate victim close into an obscene mockery of affection that brought
the beast's frontal pelvis in alignment. Lips pulled back to reveal a dripping hole that
pulsed in a steady rhythm which caused the rows and rows of serrated teeth to rise and fall.

And then it started to eat them.

Screams of terror changed from tenors to sopranos as the geldings commenced.

Ripper scrambled on his hands and knees for someplace to hide.

Behind him he heard Turgidson shouting something, but whatever it was he never found out
as the General suddenly shrieked as he was seized. He kept on screaming for several minutes
after that until a wet popping sound abruptly cut him off.

The Vice President suddenly realized he was all alone now.

The only sound was that of blood dripping from various parts onto various parts of the room.

He whimpered. It was same sound his distant ancestors had made back when they were small rodents
trying to avoid being dinner for large hungry reptiles.

Ripper looked at the gun he held in his hands.

He was not a brave man. But he was out of options and there was no way
he was letting this thing get him alive.

The old man stuck the barrel into his mouth and closed his eyes.

He pulled the trigger.

*Click*

He pulled it again.

*click*

A horrible realization suddenly seized him in its cold clutches. He had used up the entire clip on Sukebe's dead body.

His hand fumbled in his pockets for a spare clip. In his clumsy haste he dropped the ammunition onto the floor.

As he reached out to pick it up, something wet and slimy dripped onto the back of his neck.

Slowly, as if in a bad dream he hoped to wake up from, Vice President Dick Ripper
looked up into the grinning face of Linda McKenzie.

And then he started to scream.

He would be screaming for a very long time.

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In a small room the capsule lay with its armored shroud facing up towards the blank ceiling.

Faint green lights were the only illumination in the empty darkness.

The Sleeper slept, but did not dream.

-End Prologue: Beware of the Boogeyman