Tears Of Joy, Or Tears Of Pain...

[The VNB]

The lights in the arena slowly flicker out, And The XVI-tron lights up, Showing nothing but static for five seconds... Click... The screen switches to a VNB logo for five seconds... Click... more static, Followed by a slowly pulsing red VNB logo... Click... The XVI-tron takes us into a royal bedroom. Exquisite art hangs on the walls, Antique furniture adorns the room, All surrounding a huge double king-sized, Four poster bed, Covered in fine linens, and hidden behind huge drapes. It has now become quite obvious we are now located in the master bedroom of "The Ruler Of ALL", Located deep within The Compound Of The VNB...

We then hear tiny, Muffled sobs - Someone is crying, But trying very hard to cover it up. The camera swings around to the right side, where the drapes are pulled back revealing the bed.

In the bed sits The XVI's very own, Dark Halo, Up against the head of the bed, Legs curled up near her chest, Bed covers barely covering her. She's naked underneath the covers. As the camera approaches her, It picks up the sound of a running shower. Moments later, The water stops running, And Halo sobs just a little more, But quickly dries her eyes and stops. Another few moments later, Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan walks out of the bathroom, Towel wrapped around his waist. He walks up to the bed and sits on its edge.

Jihad ~ You have been crying. Why? Do you miss him? Is that it? Do you miss Corpse? My dear, I would stop worrying about that waste of flesh, And get used to your new surroundings. Your new family. Corpse is gone, You dispatched of him. You will never be with him again.

But perhaps you are not crying for that reason. Perhaps you are crying because you have come to the realization that you are not as strong willed as you thought yourself to be. That the toughness and attitude was all just an act. That you are not as tough as you think. This must be true, For you have finally given in to your wants and your desires, and I must say that I made an error in judgement about you. You are wilder than I ever thought possible...

Or perhaps you have finally understood that what you experienced was nothing like you ever have before, And that you could never settle for the way things were again. Just too boring and routine.

But regardless, You have come to understand my power. You now understand that nothing can stop me. You now realize the power of our Empire... The VNB. And you my love, Are a charter member...

Halo flinches just a little. It seems the gravity of the situation has just stuck her full force. That being... The DOA is gone, And she is now with The VNB...

Jihad ~ I have to admit, You are quite the hard one to figure out my dear. I usually can read people very well. But with you, I cant tell if you are crying tears of pain. Or simply tears of joy because you know you have finally found exactly where you have belonged all along. But regardless, Such brilliantly laid plans have such a satisfying effect when they come to fruition. And now, Our Empire is stronger than ever. And you will rule by my side...

No one will stop us.

Especially not some broken down old man such as that imbecile Maggot...

No, Halo, They will fall to The VNB. They will be broken. Just like The Corpse...

Now, Get comfortable my dear and make yourself at home, I need to go to XVI and take care of just a bit more business. However, It will not take long, And then... I will return for my prize.

Jihad then walks away from the bed back toward the bathroom, And another single tear runs down Halo's cheek. But suddenly, Before Jihad makes it to the bathroom. The phone rings... But strangely, The phone sounds much more like... An alarm clock.

And then, Once again... We are taken deep within the Master Bedroom of "The Ruler Of ALL". We now see that Jihad is sitting on the edge of his bed, Having just switched off his alarm clock. After rubbing his eyes for a moment, Trying to rub away the sleep. Finally he shakes his head and begins to slightly laugh...

Jihad ~ What in the hell... Where did that come from? Now that, Was a great dream. Hmm, But perhaps... Maybe it wasn't a dream at all, But more of a vision into the future. Yes, I know the transition from DOA to VNB would be quite hard for her. But end the end, I am sure she would be most pleased with the results. And then... I will be quite certain that the tears she cries. Will be out of, Nothing more than sheer happiness and joy.

Jihad then stands for a moment and stretches....

Jihad ~ I guess we will soon see...

And on those words, Jihad picks up a towel that lays on his dresser, And begins to make his way to the shower... And the scene fades to black...

End Scene.

["The øne and ønly" Ðark HalØ]

|z|. Lost in the world which you created for me. Nothing more left of me apart from this bitter shell. Your hoping to break me down, make me brittle; kill my spirit and crush my mind.|z|



|z|.But the adrenaline keeps me alive. Knowing you want and need me right now is all I’m living for. The thrill of the fight is my pulse.|z|

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...A Twizted Mind Production... [/color]

This will only take a moment, however you shall never forget it.[/color]
...Scene Opens...
Jihad’s bare feet gently patter against the cold, brutal flooring of his huge bathroom. He takes a deep breath in, stretching his tense body to it’s limitations…

Looking around the room, he admires his palace cockily. Dropping his towel carelessly, leaving it as a bundle on the floor, Jihad steps into the shower, closing the red shower curtain behind him.

Turning the silver handle slowly, he releases the heavenly hot water, letting it pound onto his body with such freedom. Closing his eyes slowly, he runs his fingers through his raven black hair, sighing as he leans his head back. The blissful comfort and relaxation of a blisteringly warm shower flows through his body, bringing his mind to such a state of peace, it would drive a man to forget where he was in an instant. As the burning water sensually trickling down his neck, slithering down his chest, the room begins to fill with steam.

Jihad slowly opens his eyes… Then slowly steps back.

Standing before you, Jihad is a sight so unbelievable... so... Magnificent, You can barely believe what you’re seeing. Those glorious diamonds of water gently following every last elusive curve upon that sensual body, leaving a soft trail behind them, shimmering in the bright lighting of the bathroom. That long, fiery red hair stretching down to her lower back, embracing her perfectly tanned skin.

Before you Jihad is the mirror of Perfection. Before you, for your taking, is a true example of what a woman should be. Before you Jihad and I know you fail to admit it… Is your sweetest Nightmare. She’s everything you could ever want… And she’s right there in front of you… She’s in your power jihad; she is your slave…

Yet still she stands their, untouched by your bitter hands as the heat from the radiant shower pounds onto her body, making her blood pound, pump, pulse through her sensuous frame. Oh the agony you’re going through Jihad… taking all of your will and might to not reach out and touch this goddess which stands before you.

Slowly, she turns, eyes hitting yours hard. Those thick, dark pools of Hazel burning with passion as you stand, locked to your spot, never flinching once to reach out and grasp for once, something which you truly desire… Oh what a man of strong will you are. I commend you for your efforts, but perhaps your lack of involvement will become your downfall.

You close your eyes, Oh god… You can feel her fingertips gently caressing your chest, those vicious hands which once brought you hatred and blood are now bringing you a tingling wave of passion. Unbelievable isn’t it, my dear boy… How someone who was once full of such vile spite for you is now crying out for your attention?

As she looks up into your eyes, you feel your body melt… Her warm, wet, pierced tongue gently following your collar bone, closing your eyes as she’s teasing slowly up your neck… She nibbles lustfully onto your ear lobe just as you pick up your arms, ready to take hold…

Ready to submit, are we Jihad?

An arousing grin slips onto her beautiful face… Just as she whispers in your ear.

That sexy husky voice, spiked with that spine tingling British accent…

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"…Perhaps... you have come to the realization that you are not as strong willed as you thought yourself to be… "

Jihad’s eyes fly open… But alas…. Nothing?

No goddess their to drive him wild, no beauty to hold against his body… The water from the shower head, lonely running, as the droplets hit his body.

Jihad grins, rubbing his hands over his face… shaking his head.

|z|.And right now, your pulse is going crazy.|z| [/b][/center]

[The VNB]

As The proclaimed Ruler of ALL still stands in the shower, Slightly shaking his head. He softly laughs to himself and shakes his head...

~Jihad~
Come on Devil... The dream wasn't that damn good...

Again, Still shaking his head, Jihad steps back into the warm water, Letting it wash over his face and down his body. But soon enough, His mind once again begins to wonder. And once again, He is no longer alone, And he is with "her" in the shower...

She... Stands in the shower, Feeling the water run down over her body. The warmth flowing along her tanned skin. She feels the warmth of my body come close before my body actually makes contact with her skin. She then feels my lips touch her shoulder and hands touch ever so slightly against her hips.

She leans her head back against my shoulder, Exposing more of her neck. And I happily oblige, Gently kissing up from her shoulder along the side of her neck. The water flows down around her breasts and stomach. It runs down her legs... My hand then moving slowly down your hips towards your front. The cool water feels cooler as you feel your body responding to my lips on your neck, My other hand running along your skin down your legs.

My mouth reaches midway along the side of your neck. You feel my teeth teasingly along your neck. You push your head harder against my shoulder.

My hands gently squeezes your thighs as I gently bite on your neck. And then, Without warning, My free hand runs the length of your stomach, Slowly passing your breasts, And finally coming to rest on.. Your throat. Abruptly, The pressure around your neck becomes more intense and my hand tightens. And then, I pull you close, My body pressed tightly against your own. And it is then, That I move from your neck to you ear and softly whisper...

~Jihad~
My precious Angel... The Devil never submits, Not at work... Not even at play. And trust me, If this ever comes to pass, The last thing you will ever want is me to be passive with you. The Corpse may have submitted to you due to his own "inadequacies". But I, I want to willing break you... And by the time this night ends. You will without question, And without hesitation, Will admit to me... You are indeed my submissive.

And then, Letting go of your throat, I spin your body around to face me. Then, Pulling you ever so close. I once again run my hand down the length of your leg. As the water cascades over us both. I use my hand to then lift your leg and...

...And suddenly, Once again... Jihad begins to shake his head. Then reaching out, He slowly turns the handle, And shuts off the shower. After a moment to collect himself, He then steps out of his shower, And once again places a towel around his waist, He then makes his way back to his bedroom. And then, Sitting down on the edge of his bed. He then reaches over into his night stand, And opens up the top drawer. Reaching in, You see that he has now pulled out what looks to be a prescription bottle. Popping the lid, He pours out a handful of pills into his hand. And then ever so quickly, He pops all the pills in this mouth and it becomes quite obvious... The pills are sleeping pills.

Then, Laying back on his pillow. He rests his hands behind his head and mumbles to himself...

~Jihad~
Time, To finish this dream...

And the scene fades, As his eyes close...