Message-ID: <4941eli$9710161222@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4941.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 37/37 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19971016140400.KAA13444@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 37 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 50. End +20 Months Epilogue - Kats Tale. ======================================== They say a flap of a butterfly's wing in China can divert hurricanes from their path on the other side of the world. The same is true of lives. The slightest co-incidence can be the turning point for thousands. I and my 'husband' are living testament to that. Not a day goes past when we do not wish for how things should have been between us. Man and wife rather than wife and 'Kat'. Still we are alive and have our friends around us what more can anyone ask for. Matthew is now free and we have more money than we could ever wish to spend. I create attention wherever I go and have no intention of leaving this island paradise unless I have to. As for Liz she was last seen swimming off into the ocean somewhere. Maybe she will return and as far as I know she is still out there. We have dealt with her, she cannot return to the land and with no resources other than herself she is heavily curtailed in her scope of operations, she cannot hurt us. But the price of victory, oh the terrible price. So many deaths, so many ruined lives.. 51. Epilogue End + 10 days - Hassan's Tale. =========================================== Hassan looked intently at the screen of his PC. Detailed schematics span in glorious 3D on screen. The heading of the plans were "TGEN Corp DNA Alteration System - Bexley Modifications". Hassan lay back in his chair, yet another perfect operation for the guild. There was a knock at the door. "Come in" In walked a fat,ugly man, about fifty. He was wearing ornate clothes, obviously indicating high status. "Master Hassan. It is a pleasure to meet you again" The man said. "Osman. I hope you feel better after your 'death'? Please take a seat" Hassan said. Indicating a large leather chair in front of his desk. "What can I do for you?" Osman said. "I just wanted to fill you in on the last part of my plan to obtain the schematics for Dr Bexley's DNA system" Hassan said. "Did it work?" Osman said. "Perfectly. But let me fill you in on some of the details." Hassan said. "Please do" Osman replied. "As you know Dr Bexley contacted us to perform some work for her. My suspicions were confirmed when the girl we took at the hotel turned into a completely different woman." Hassan said. "Confirmed?" Osman queried "Yes some 'friends' of ours had been employed by Dr Bexley some time ago to watch A Jane Norton. They disappeared in somewhat mysterious circumstances. The only survivor was a creature called Roger Ferry. He contacted us and we employed him to oversee Dr Bexley's activities. His appearance and the fact that the woman we took turned into another woman led me to believe Dr Bexley had perfected her DNA altering device that had been mooted in the American press some four years ago" Hassan explained. "I thought we were going to leave that alone. That thing is satanic" Osman exclaimed. "Indeed it is. But it is FAR too useful to let go or sell on. Our agents will be able to infiltrate anywhere and go undetected. The guild can rule as it did nearly a thousand years ago. Our near annihilation so long ago can be avenged" Hassan said. "I understand, So why did you have me burn that girls eye out?" Osman asked. "I needed Jane Norton to have sympathy on another of Dr Bexley's victims and enlist her help, so that they would team up and dispose of Dr Bexley. If Cathline Richards was normal and unscathed then Jane Norton could have chosen someone else. Yes I could have forced her to take Cathline as her maid but then my illusion of a love sick prince would have been shattered.Your faked death gave credence to this Cathline's release." Hassan said. "You needed them to dispose of Dr Bexley so that the guild could not have been seen to move against a customer and so destroy our reputation. By letting them do the dirty work our hands were clean. You let the two sides fight it out and then swooped in to recover what you wanted all along. Brilliant" Osman said. "Thank you. Yes My pretence of loving Jane Norton, giving them time to bond and then releasing them gave them the excuse they needed to fly back and start the campaign against Dr Bexley" "Did Dr Bexley suspect anything?" Osman asked. "Nothing. She really thought we would be stupid enough to follow her wishes blindly and not have our own agenda's. The guild has not survived nearly a thousand years by being so stupid or slow." Hassan said. "What of Dr Bexley's machine?" "Destroyed no doubt. Our unwitting allies will have wrecked the machine in order that it does not fall into the wrong hands. Too little, Too late I might say." Hassan said. "So when did you obtain the plans?" Osman asked. "Sometime ago. We have only now decrypted them however. Dr Bexley asked us to move her machine to an island and we took the opportunity to copy them then. I must say Dr Bexley's brilliance was wasted on her futile quest for vengeance. She could have worked for us and been much better rewarded. Oh well" Hassan said with some regret "And what of Dr Bexley?" Osman asked with interest. "She has vanished without trace. I think that Jane and her allies have removed or maybe killed her. In any case I have instructed all chapters of the guild not to accept any requests from Dr Bexley should she resurface." Hassan said with obvious pleasure in his voice. "How long before the device ready?" Osman asked. "Depends on when our engineers can build it. Say nine months to a year. As you are aware the guild's patience is limitless in such matters" Hassan said and looked again at the spinning model on his screen. Yes this would work out very well indeed. 52. End + 18 Months Epilogue - Dr Elizabeth Bexley's Tail. ========================================================== I'm sitting on a rock on some isolated island in the Indian Ocean. My tail is just resting in the water, the place where my knees should be is bent forming a graceful curve. To anyone who looked I guess I must look a little like that mermaid in Denmark. It's one of my most comfortable positions on land. The sea spray just keeping my scales cool and moist. I look out to the ocean, which is now my home. The gulls are just floating above the sky, no fish today huh. I look back on the last 18 months as a mermaid. I still want my legs back if I can but seeing as those darts had Fixer version 2 in them I now realise that may well be impossible. I did my job only too well. Do I still carry around that burning hatred inside me, that drive to avenge my humiliation by Matthew and Kat? I guess it's in there somewhere, waiting for a chance to emerge again but I have no means or inclination now to carry it out. I've got more important things to do now. In these 18 months of solitude and exile from humanity I've learned and seen a great deal. I'm a very different person from the old Dr Elizabeth Anne Bexley. I remember watching the sun go down behind islands that nobody has visited for years. How the sun seemed to set the sea on fire as it slowly sank beneath the waves. I'm so glad I designed a set of gills for this body as one of my pleasures is diving around the reefs, in wonderment at the variety of nature. I've seen things that a marine biologist would die for. I spend at least six hours a day just exploring these treasure troves of nature. However I've also seen where humans have devastated this undersea paradise. Reefs that were my favorite a year ago are slowly dying. Reefs that were teeming with life and color now lie empty,dead and gray. The fish have gone and the coral that forms the reef dead or dying. If my fury against Kat and Matthew has abated it's because my fury at the destructiveness of humans has increased. Mankind must be stopped from raping this paradise. I always find it satisfying when I come across a shipwreck. Every single wreck is a monument to man's folly and arrogance in the ways of the sea. Sometimes I just sit and watch the fish nibble away at the bones of the intruders who dared to plunder and rape my ocean. About a year ago I managed to salvage an underwater digital camera and loads of data cartridges from a ship that went down a while ago. I've been using it to document the ongoing damage to the reefs and also my findings during my frequent trips into the deep ocean. Those film's are now integral to my forthcoming work here. Sometimes I just want to swim up to one of the villages or resorts dotted around here and talk to anyone, just to have the company but I resist the temptation. The last thing I want is to be captured and displayed in some sea theme park or end up in some lab somewhere. When I do make contact I want it to be on my terms. In some ways I got my revenge. Matthew is still a copy of me and if those components I recovered when they dumped the DNA device over the side are anything to go by he will forever be Dr Elizabeth Bexley. Kat too is no longer human, how that must get to her sometimes. I have accomplished my task with those two and have forever placed a barrier between them and the happiness they dreamed of so long ago. I also wonder how the guild are getting on with the plans they obviously stole from my system. They must think I'm so stupid as not to foresee that they would take any opportunity to get hold of them. Since only TGEN had access to the full human genome nobody will be able to tell that I installed a corruption routine in the plans stored in the system. The imaging system will show the right body being designed but when it comes to producing the drug the results will be quite unpredictable. It would take hundreds of scientists at least a decade to reverse engineer enough to find out what's wrong. Looks like the guild will have their first failure in almost a thousand years. I don't rate the leader of the guild's chances of survival after this set-back. I lay back on the rock and enjoy the sun. I'll give this way of life another few months or whatever then I'll start striking back on behalf of my ocean. I've collected enough salvage from wrecks to form a sizeable amount of money. Then with the help of the guild I'll start my campaign. Man must not be allowed to poison this place and I mean to stop him. I am Scylla, daughter of Poseidon. Guardian of the underworld which are the oceans of this world. Mortal man listen to my siren song and tremble. END. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------- Notes on BOOK 1: Hell Hath No Fury ================================== Many thanks to Vickie Tern for giving me a prod in the right direction and offering help and assistance as needed. Notes on BOOK 2: The Birth Of Nemesis ===================================== MANY thanks to Vickie Tern for her advice and encouragement. Also Many Thanks to Stephanie for doing such a great job of proofing the story. Notes on BOOK 3: Kat O Nine Tales. ================================== There are, as the title suggests nine tales, which all interweave. Just for reference and no particular order the tales are 1. James/Jane's Tale 2. The Journalist's Tale 3. The Lawyers Tale 4. Dr Elizabeth's Bexleys Tale. 5. HIS Tale 6. Cathlines' Tale 7. Kat's Tale. 8. John's Tale 9. The Parents Tale. NB F Day is the shooting at JFK airport Any violence portrayed in this story is for the purposes of the story it's self. I in no way condone any of the behaviour found below. I don't apologise for the jumps in timeline in these stories. They should all be clear at which point in time they occur. Think of Dr Bexley being jilted as a large rock thrown into a pool which causes shockwaves or ripples. We've spent much time looking at the effect of a few of the ripples from that event. This story gives us the chance to examine these ripples one at a time and at a certain points in time on their journey towards the point where they merge. For those expecting out and out erotica I'm afraid you may be disappointed. Where appropriate for the characters and the situation then things do happen, but not as often as some stories. In most places it's left up to the imagination which makes it as erotic as you want it to be. Credits. Vickie Tern for help above and beyond the call of duty. * Parts from 'The Uninvited Guest' - Marillion 1989 Notes Any references to anything and anybody in the real world are purely for the purposes of the story and no offense or implication is intended. If you have read this story let me know what you think. If you have any questions you want answered let me know as well and I'll do my best to get back to you as soon as I can. E-mail :Darkside@nym.alias.net ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury' Can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender under Magic-SciFi or Sapphire's Excellent website at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire or http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it. 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