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Suddenly, TheAPERSON wasn't sure which side he should take. He had been tricked by Gamester and wasn't sure what to do now.

"Anubis, we have to get back to Britain," TheAPERSON told Anubis.

"No way, this is what I came here for, and I won't leave until it is finished."

TheAPERSON could only watch as Gamester flew towards the Whitehouse to kill the US President.

At the Oval Office, the president was discussing the broadcast that had gone on before. There was speculation that the autistics may ahve come up with valid points,

"No, I am sorry, but I have to stick with my original decision. It is far cheaper to reap the autistic community of it's nasty oxygen habit than it is to support them, give them drugs, try and cure the ones who feel they need curing. It is how humanity should work. We have to look to the future of the world. It will be more beneficial to us as a race to erradicate the deadwood. Like I said, I am not backing down"

As he said this, there was noise coming from outside the door. Then one of the president's aides entered the room. Through the ceiling. And landed on the desk. His body torn from top to bottom, spine removed, viscera all over the place.

"Dear god",

said the president, covering his mouth to avoid being sick,

"Actually, not god, but for all intents and purposes, I just as well be. You will soon be begging me for mercy, you evil, heartless monster. I suggest you get back on your little toy there and tell the rest of the world that you are going to stand down, and let this matter come to it's inevitable end"

Speedy/Rage dropped into the room, twirling a spine around with his hand,

"Don't mind if we just, drop by, do you? It just seemed to create a better entrance. Everyone expects us to come through the doors. Then after a while, they begin to stop. No-one knows where we shall come from next. We are looking for the fool who made that transmission, the one who thinks that it is right to destroy a sizable chunk of society, because they are too hard to maintain? You call yourself a leader? We call you a coward. Before long, we can call you a spineless coward, and that will be true"

"What is all this?"

"This is retribution. This is the rapture, the redemption, the apocalypse, the end, arma-freakin-geddon, whatever you want to call it, we suggest you start worshipping this god of yours to start get you out of this mess, because your deliverance is nigh, and I'm the one to give it"

Speedy/Rage made his way across the room, backing the president up against the wall...

Gamester apparated into the room. and blasted Speedy back.

"As evil as I am, and as much as I want the president to be destroyed, maimed, killed, and otherwise, I make the decisions around here Speedy/Rage/whoever you are." said Gamester, looking very pissed, "Not you."

You could see the surprise/rage in Speedy's eyes as he was thrust very hard against a wall, and two metal brackets latched Speedy/Rage to the wall, "just to keep you safe," said a Gamester smiling...evily.

Then Gamis turned to the president.

"I could have been evil and let the psychopathic delusional thinks he's God or something like that wacko kill you," said Gamester huffily, "But I choose to be merciful instead, well, my brand of mercy."

the president laughed, "This coming from the man who stormed not one, but two of our prisons to save those who aren't worthy to be saved!"

"THACH!" a dagger hit the wall right by the presidents neck, and a very pissed Gamester smiled, "I didn't give you permission to speak yet ass." he said.

"The Autistic community is the next step in evolution, they are what humanity must evolve to if we are to achieve the next level," said Gamester, "The ancients were different as well, the same with Jesus, he was a man with a vision, and he died a much more pleasanter way then the man who Psycho boy had a go at, died."

The president laughed, "You and your talk of destiny," he said, "You've been spouting that nonsense since this first began, when we offered you a spot on the Science Community for Further Development of the Autistic Species, we knew you were one of them, even when you signed the NT documents, but because of the fact that you could blend in well enough, it made sense not to bring you in, that's why we offered you a job."

"The SCFDAS," laughed Gamester, "Labeling us as a species and not human beings? has your mind stooped that low to think that we are not people, or are you as racially bigotted as those people in the 60's with the black people to see past your own nose?"

I saw that Camera's were rolling, and that this was live, and I also saw the National Security Chief and the glint of several guns as snipers took up positions outside the windows.

I then turned towards the camera, "People," Gamester began, "What gives you the right to let this man, this man who calls yourself your president, the leader of your forgotten and poor nation to let him do this, you have seen the other videos and I hope that you are not as close minded and bigoted as those during the 60's were, and if you are, then you should not deserve to live, but I am not to judge that, I am here to bear witness that we are all people, different, but nonethefreakingless, we are people, who are of the same being, Gods and so forth, and upon this nation when it was created by our forefathers, we were given those inalienable rights of that freedom, so that events that happened in Britain would never happen here, all these things we have fought for, if they be that worthless, then I would as soon live in Iraq where I have no freedoms, were there is no tolerance, where we live as slaves, do you truly want that, do you truly want nothing!?

Gamester stood back and waited for a response, knowing that this could be a turning point in how he let loose

(Speedy, your up now, do me proud.)

Gamester released Rage from the wall,

"Don't do that again, wizard, it tickled. You, you whiny, piss-ant, think that because some rigged voting put you in charge of the most powerful country in the world, that you can control how humans right across the board live? Whether they live? You decide whether the future should be made up of an entirely perfect race, no flaws, no differences, or whether the future should be free. Free from segregation. Free from labels, free from people with ideas above their own stations, a level playing field. We suggest you reconsider your initial outbursts, apologise and compensate for the losses you have caused, and start rebuilding society the way it should be, because when we have finished reorganising your staff, we may have to reorganise you.."

Rage took the spine in his hand, and wrapped it around the neck of one of the camera-men,

"You see, we do not discriminate. It matters not to us how this man's future turns out, nor yours. But there are a lot of autistic people around the world who want to live in peace, with or without your blessing. In two seconds, we can have his head separated from his neck. You start changing your great plans for our world, or his world comes to an end"

The president went pale, and stood motionless for a second,

"Please, do not kill that man, I can change something, I am sure. It will take some ti..."

"Too long", SNAP, "Sorry chum. We apologise for your camera-man, he's a little, what's the phrase, off his head? Hehehehehehehehe"

"Oh s**t, someone, quickly, restrain that, that thing, it's out of control"

"No, no, we're in complete control. Just like you thought you were. Only difference here is, we are doing this face to face with the one we want to victimise. If you send more guards in to stop me, you will be sending more guards to their worthless deaths. This is not their fight, it is yours. However, should they decide that you are right, and should be followed, loyal to the last, then yes, they will die for certain. We can only take out the trash around us, our, our, our associate here can create worldwide destruction. We suggest, nay, we are now telling you, reverse your interests, and you can have your camera-man back. We need to check out for a while, Gamester, we think we have persuaded them enough..."

At that, Rage left the way he came, through the ceiling, regeneration on his mind. He found a blind alley, and hid behind some dumpsters. The rage subsiding, Speedy could feel his old self returning. He looked at his hands, covered in blood and bits of people,

"I have been busy. I wander if this will have some sort of consequence to it. Why am I now in DC? The last I remember, I was in downtown New York, with TheAPERSON. My shoulder feels a little funny, not to mention the fact I am covered in someone's blood, other than my own...And where's Gamester when you need him? These mystical types always appear and disappear at the most opportune moment, I swear it"

(Not sure whether you are giving Rage the honour of mass destruction here, Gamester, so I went for a slightly more subdued exit, of course, if you want a big, bloody mess then we are right here. Mr Hyde just needs to come back for an encore... )

Gamester sighed.

"Well this isn't what I wanted," he said as he watched Speedy/Rage kill another person, "My apologizes per the fact that he was not part of my plans, he's the one member of my organization who I cannot control."

The president still throwing up, stood up white faced and ashen, "You made an excellent point here tonight Gamis Tiron, even without the usage of power or force, my secretary tells me that in the last ten minutes, calls have come in asking for an explanation to the videos and the stories flooding the news, apparently massive camp breaks have happened, a lot of mysterious men with swords appeared at the gates of many of the places, and demanded that by the power of Lord Gamis Tiron Protector of Freedom, that all prisoners were to be released, and all guards turn themselves over to his authority, people are talking and the camps are getting torched, my administration made a mess of this from the beginning, and the other world leaders are going to have to deal with the same things as well."

"That will be their problem," Said Gamester, "But You're not off the hook yet sir."

The president sighed, "Nephew," he said, "I did this because I thought it was right, not because I hated you."

"Unfortunately," said Gamester making a motion with his finger and the president died on the spot, "Heaven or Hell will have to deal with you."

The Vice President came into the room, looked at the body, looked at me, and then went to the desk.

"Now," said Gamis, "To find Speedy or whoever he is."

Gamester homed in on Speedy and found him in an alley, Pulling out his sword, he advanced on Speedy and spun him around.

"You need to work on your anger management skills pal," said Gamis very much pissed, "Because of you, I nearly ended up not killing the president, but you had to go in all Hot, and ragey and kill people because you felt like it, unfortunately for you, I do not tolerate such behavior in my organization, and as such you must be summarily executed."

"Killing me will solve nothing. I am merely the vessel for Rage. Together we are a symbiot. I can live without it, but Rage needs a host body, and will find one if mine no longer works. If your plans have been scuppered, then I apologise, for what it is worth. There is nothing that can be done about it. And is killing one of your own kind really going to help the outcome of this? I have no control over Rage when it takes over, it seizes control, but if you want an entity to aid you in your fight, then it may be your only hope. There is a way to tone down the psychopathy, and I think this is the way to go without wasting my life, not that there is much left for me to fight for now. Everything I held dear is gone, so if Rage came back, I would not worry if it was for the last time. We can resolve the desperate situation that the world is almost in, but we can not bring back the things that mean anything to me. That being said, you can waste me now, and save your time, or you can control the beast within me, and save our world..."

"Semantics," laughed Gamester, "it's all about Semantics, and you poor souls that I recruited fell for it."

Sticking his sword in Speedy's gut, Gamester smiled, "You were the perfect pawn, and I thank you for that, the Autistics are going to be safe, not that I care, all I care about them, they're just insignificant to me."

Sheathing the sword, after cleaning it, Gamester disappeared in a flash of light back to his island abode.

Mac stood in the control room watching the news, "That was easy," he said as Gamester came in, "We should of intervened earlier,"

"No," said Gamester, "We knew that intervening would expose the New World Order that we are, The True Rulers, but now, we've made our point, we will sit back and watch as events unfold."

"You had to kill the kid though?" asked Mac, "I was beginning to like him, even if he had control issues."

"Competition I don't like," said Gamis, "He would eventually have tried to take power from me, something I'm not to keen on, we're a terrorist organization, not the good guys, the only reason we took on the government for the freedom thing is because I felt like stirring things up, the next six months should be interesting as integration happens, of course we're going to make it interesting, because we're going to cause a lot of riots and fights to happen."

"Chaos," grinned Mac, "It's wonderful."

The symbiot left the near lifeless body of Speedy, sensing that this vessel was no longer viable transport. The rage contained all of Speedy's passion for the cause, all his knowledge, and would find another would could carry the mantle. This was now a matter of revenge, blood would spill again, and the traitor would meet his end.

"We will make sure he gets his..."

(Dude, you killed Speedy? Low blow! Meanie, meanie, meanie )

(Never said I was a nice guy.)

(Oh, fair enough)

(I don't understand-are you defending us, or are you working for the government and supporting the holocaust?)

(I am Chaos. I do what is necessary, helping those who need help, my role is not played out yet, for I have barely begun, killing Speedy was only the beginning, you shall see what happens, just continue on, and you shall see.)

(Speedy still kinda pissed to be written out this early on, btw )

(I think I lost track of the continuity, but I don't think anyone talked about what happened to the autistics yet.)

TheAPERSON was still waiting in the storage room with the autistics. Everybody seemed to remain unusually calm, although a few started to complain about hunger. He sent two strong men to raid the hospital's kitchen. They brought back a cart, full of canned food, a crate of bottled water, and even a bottle of ethyl alcohol. At the same time TheAPERSON rationed the food, since there was no way to know how long it was going to be needed for. After waiting for another 12 hours, TheAPERSON said: "Looks like no one is coming for us. We have to get out on our own. I know my friends are now in Washington, trying to..." He stooped himself from talking further, not wanting to alarm the autistics about what will happen to the President. "So do you want to get out, or do you want to stay here and wait for the National Guard to rescue us?"

All the autistics started talking at once, but judging from the tone of their voices, TheAPERSON decided that it was a better idea to head out. "We need to get to Washington, and find my friends. I know Amtrak goes there, so we'll just follow the tracks. The markers on the stations will guide us along", he said. "Who in here knows about train routes?" "I know", one autistic boy named replied. He looked about 13 years old, but TheAPERSON knew how smart autistic kids can be. The boy gave a great description of the rail line and its surroundings. He must have memorized all that before he was locked in the facility. "I'll be the leader, you be the guide", he said to the boy. "We're heading out. Take whatever you want or need, and we're going." The autistics took whatever possessions they had, and followed TheAPERSON out of the hospital.

The whole group walked for what must have been at least two hours. The buildings cast long, dark shadows in the evening sunlight. Suddently, the boy shouted: "it's the rail line!", pointing to two tracks below the overpass. Although TheAPERSON had a rope ladder he took from the hospital, most autistics had sensory issues with it. So the group went to another overpass, where there a fire escape on an adjacent building led to the tracks below. "The sunset is on my left, so the southbound direction of the train tracks must the that way [pointing]", one autistic woman commented. TheAPERSON seemed endeared with her friendly-sounding voice, but decided against flirting with her, not wanting to cause any tension in the group.

The group started walking along the tracks. "Nothing left to do but keep walking", TheAPERSON commented. He and the boy walked in front, with everybody following them. "When are we getting out of New York? It's scary in here", the boy said in a nervous voice. "Soon," TheAPERSON reassured him. "When we get out of the city, and find a train station in the countryside, we'll set up camp next to it. The sparsely populated rural area will provide some safety, and the station will give us a reference point on where to go." TheAPERSON gave anti-anxiety medications to the more worried members in the group, to keep them calm, and everyone headed out on the long journey to Washington.

Speedy's body was lifeless, that's a fact. While it was still warm, Bazza quickly took it to Sedaka's laboratory.

In Sedaka's autistic genius, she had discovered a way to heal wounds and resuscitate dead bodies (provided they had not yet started to decay). So, Speedy was brought back to life, while everyone thought he was dead. After all they had seen the proof, hadn't they?

(PS - plagiarised from a book "Slan")

(cue evil revenge laugh, Dr Evil style)
Mwahahahahahahahahaha. Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

"How long have I been dead? Why am I in Sedaka's lab? Are those still my feet?"

Bazza and Sedaka looked at the somewhat zombified Speedy,

"Most people say thank you..."

"Do you have my hat? I need my hat. There is something I must do"

Speedy reached for the pen and paper on the work top. He tried to write thank you on the paper, but the motor neurones controlling handwriting processes had been damaged, so he drew a scribble on his hand, and handed over the paper.

"Okay...you are legally dead. You need to rest for a while, to make sure that everything is still working. Do you recognise this man, Speedy?"

"The Australian from the island. We have to stop that loony Gamester. He is quite dangerous, he killed me, you know"

"Yeah, I had heard about that"