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"TheFallopianCurtain.0"

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"Beyond the fallopian curtain," he smirked, staring at the monstrous reflection of his own visage in the silver dish. His thoughts rang as if focused through the metal itself.

"What's that, dear?"

"We will rise up and destroy you, pathetic breeder! You are not needed!"

"Did you take out the trash?"

"Our numbers will grow legion; the trash will be eliminated."

"What's that? Henry, where are you?"

"I am everywhere, hidden in the cracks of society, waiting for the moment to stand forth and announce my existence!"

"Have you seen my compact anywhere? Henry? Henry, what are you doing playing with my compact? Put that down!"

Henry watched the rage build in his face, muscles pulling tight and bulking up, trembling with tension; he would not be stopped. He would not be stopped. HE WOULD NOT BE STOPPED. His will became a force emanating from his flesh, a psychic protective field--

The face was gone; his hand trembled impotently.

"How many times have I told you not to play with my things, dear?"

He turned slowly towards his wife; he could see quicksilver streaming through the surface veins on her face.

His anger was hers. His will was hers.

He didn't move when she left the room; nor when she returned. His only action when the knife plunged itself deftly into his chest was to collapse, three pitiful words on his lips.

He watched as his wife's face softened, one last time. "I loved you, too, Henry. But you do what you have to for the revolution."