Editing The Consortium (section)

==Divergence: Grimdark Harry Potter End==
The Woman grinned to herself as she walked through the obsidian halls. She had done well. Slipping from the public eye, the freedom of plebeian scrutiny had allowed her to slip behind her rivals. Allowed her to attached puppet strings to all. All moving to the same tune, the same puppet master. The same puppeteer who wrote the script.<br>
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She allowed herself the rare pleasure of a small giggle.<br>
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"How unprofessional." Someone tutted.<br>
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Miko looked around for the source even as Jean detached herself from the shadow of a nearby crevice.
Even through the faceless plastic of her curve hugging body suit, Miko's irritation was plain to see.<br>
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"Quite. Don't you have something to do?"<br>
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Jean giggled, unworried. Miko tensed as silent alarm bells went wild. "No, I don't think I do."<br>
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Miko drew back, drawing one of many concealed weapons into the palm of her hand.<br>
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"You're small time Jean, nothing more than a puppet." Miko sneered.<br>
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Jean jumped back in mock shock. "Oh noes! The big bad Miko is coming to get me!" She giggled again, wilder and louder this time, bouncing off the black stone walls to form a haunting echo. In the distance, a groaning began.<br>
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"You see Miko, you thought you could tame them. Train them. Make them dance, sing, play." Jean tutted again. "You taught them love Miko, made them forget who they were."<br>
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Jean paced around Miko now like a cat watching a squirming mouse.<br>
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The groaning in the distance grew louder, closer. Jean laughed now, no need to hide her growing amusement.<br>
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"Ah Miko. It didn't have to come to this. Just one piece of encouragement. Just one nice [[Imperial Guard|Guardsman]]. Just one HOT DICKING." Jean was sweating now, a vein on her forehead bulging. She advanced on Miko, claws drawn.<br>
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"DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WAITED? HOW LONG UNTIL YOU TIRED OF YOUR TOYBOYS?!" She drew back from Miko, breathing deeper. "All for what? A pair of jeans?" She said sadly.<br>
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The groaning in the distance was getting closer. It was a cacophony of noise, like a thousand nails over chalkboards. "You see Miko, you may have taught them love. But I..." Jean laughed. "I made them remember hate."<br>
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Miko, tense as a string, unwound making to strike the gloating Jean with a flung blade. It struck deep into the stone work behind Jean as the [[Tyranid]] Hybrid dodged it with ease.<br>
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"I think I'll watch from somewhere safe. Goodbye Miko." And with that, Jean disappeared into the dark abyss that was the hall rafters. Miko cursed, making to follow Jean.<br>
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A rough hand grabbed her. She made to break free but she found it strong. Too strong for any human, unless...<br>
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"GODDAMNITELDARANDHUMANWHATTHEFUCKITDOSENTWORKTHATWAYGODDAMNRRRAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEE."<br>
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She peered into the eyes of her sheep, now turned wolves. She pulled out another blade, slicing off the offenders arm. Another body pushed into her from behind.<br>
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"FUCKGODDAMNASSASSINSDONTWORKTHATWAYRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEE.<br>
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Behind her another mass of her flock turned deadly. Where once they had been happy to accept anything now their eyes burned with hatred, a rage pure and righteous. As one, the angry masses attacked.<br>
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She flipped and spun and danced but eventually even her sharp blades dulled, her trained muscles tired. As the mob pressed in on her she could make out one furious voice over the many.<br>
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"THAT'S RIGHT BITCH. EAT IT. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY NOW YOU MOTHERFUCKER! WHO'S THE BOSS NOW BITCH, WHO'S THE BOSS NOW!"<br>
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And as she slipped into the oblivion she had so unwittingly created the last thing she heard was gloating laugh of a Tyranid Hybrid gone mad.<br>
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Jean laughed, laughed even as the hidden palace was torn apart from the inside out. As the rage filled populace tore through the halls and its inhabitants, hidden or not.<br>
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Screams rippled through the air but they all seemed like a joke now. Jean laughed till she cried, rolling between the rafters as she struggled to contain her own amusement. A fire started in some distant corner. A timber beam cracked. Even with her fast reflexes Jean only managed to claw at the surrounding rafters as the one she was lying on collapsed. She fell to the stone floor with an undignified thump.<br>
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She groaned. As she opened her eyes to stare at the world, it stared back. She gaped in horror as she realized she had landed in a mass of the people run amok. For a moment they looked at her confused. Then one tensed, became the tell tale tomato red, steam rising from the ears.<br>
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"SHITCOCKFUCK," It screamed, yelling at the top of its lungs. <br>
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"TYRANIDSDONTWORKTHATWAYWHATTHEDONKEYMOLESTINGFLYINGCUNTFUCKRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGG
GGGGEEEEEEEE!"<br>
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The rest of the mob followed, everyone braying, everyone hungry for blood. Jean screamed as they descended on her.<br>
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And so the drawfags and writefags were no more. Once mighty rulers in the land, their hunger for more had driven them to their own anhilation, the angry masses rising against them.<br>
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Few survived the following cullings, the raids and the witch hunts. Of those that did live through the turbulent times eventually found places in the community. A small drawing here, a slash fiction there, making a living. Surviving. Even fostering children, men and women to follow in their footsteps.<br>
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All of whom dream of a glory age once past, never to return. But dream they do, a dream fierce, bright and promising. And one day, some distant far off place, perhaps they will find the courage to do more than dream.<br>
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But that is a story for another day.<br>