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A spamfic
by Brian Randall

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Lahrry Feldnant smirked to herself, shaking her head. "You just can't understand," she whispered, laughing softly.

Mylandah Walder grimaced, thumping the table, and nearly upsetting their drinks. "Dammit! Give me some respect, will you? What do I have to do… jeez…"

Lahrry pursed her lips thoughtfully, and spoke slowly, "Are you going to be there tonight? Rumor has it that the Clowns are acting up again…."

Mylandah staggered, clutching her head. "What's going on?" she whispered, her eyes tearing in pain, as she collapsed to the ground. The world seemed to shift suddenly, as though it were choking, and attempting to vomit her out of it.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the world around her, and the minds, the thoughts… the filthy, tainted thoughts, invading her mind, and taking her self away…

And behind it all, the same voice that always haunted her… A name, so soft and sweetly echoing, summoning her…

Anna Respighi, pale and trembling, approached her partner, as she stood, seeming vacant. Anna knew that there was more to it than that. "You can hear it too, can't you?" she whispered.

Tanya Natdhipytadd nodded slowly. "I can. And it's not safe for someone as big as her to use the Power."

And the voice echoed on in their minds. "Akari… Akari… Akari…"



Battle Athletes Victory belongs to Pioneer, and Akira is the property of Katsuhiro Otomo.

Author's notes:

I said I'd do it. Now, was this making good on a threat, or a promise?

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