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Subject: {ASSM} In Memory on Xanthos Pendragon: MasterPC: The Eclectic's Edition - A Scare (file 12/18)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 19:10:03 -0400
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The following story is a work of fiction.  It contains scenes of an adult
nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading
now.  This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies.  If you
are offended by such activities, do not read
any further.  This is purely a fantasy.  The author is not responsible for
any damage resulting from reading this work.

Almost all characters in this story are purely fictional.  The part of
Xanthos Pendragon is based upon what I believe I
would do with this particular program.   ALL characters are 21 or older.

There is no sex in this story.  (Sorry, folks.)

This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are
met:

     1) The story is not altered in any way
     2) The story contains my name and disclaimer
     3) You do not make money from the story

 From the dictionary:

e-clec-tic
      adj.
     1. Selecting or employing individual elements from a variety of
sources, systems, or styles: an eclectic taste in
     music; an eclectic approach to managing the economy.
     2. Made up of or combining elements from a variety of sources: "a
popular bar patronized by an eclectic
     collection of artists, writers, secretaries and aging soldiers on
reserve duty" (Curtis Wilkie).

      n.
     One that follows an eclectic method.

Timeline: "A Scare" occurs between the end of "The Eclectic's Edition" and
the wedding mentioned at its conclusion.

The Cast:
      Xanthos Pendragon                Caucasian, 6'1", 175 Lbs., Dark Brown
Hair, Blue Eyes, 35 Years Old
      Melissa (Lis) Ruiz                    Hispanic, 5'8", Black Hair,
Brown Eyes, 25 Years Old
      Anna Su Li                              Asian, 5'10", Black Hair,
Brown Eyes, 25 Years Old

      Katrina (Kat) Kosonen           Finish, 5'6", Black Hair, Emerald
Green Eyes, 23 Years Old

      Laura Richardson                   Caucasian, 5'11", Red Hair, 31
Years Old, (Formerly Sonya Lovewell)
      Angie (or Angela) Lovewell    Caucasian, 5'6", Red Hair, 23 Years Old,
Laura's Daughter
      Sheila Tiffany (Tif) Jacobs      Caucasian, 5'8", Light Blonde Hair,
Blue Eyes, 29 Years Old
      Amy Lee Weaver                     Caucasian, 5'5", Brown (almost
Black) Hair, Amber Eyes, 29 Years Old
      Mei Lin                                    Asian, 5'3", Black Hair,
Brown Eyes, 31 Years Old

Note: Everyone's aging was slowed down by 80% 2 years ago, so everyone still
looks 2 years younger than their
present age.


  Warning!  This story is NOT for the weak-of-heart!





            Master PC: The Eclectic's Edition - A Scare
                               by Xanthos Pendragon



   Xanthos


Damn, these roads are long today.  I don't remember them looping like this
either.


I'm... home...  Something's... wrong...

"Hi Stacy, Tracy," I say to my long-haired blonde and brunette girlfriends.

"Hi, love," one said, giving me a kiss.

"Hello," the other said, also giving me a kiss.

Something is wrong...

I see two men on the property with guns.

They don't belong here.

I feel very nervous.  I walk to a room on a branch of the extremely small
U-shaped house to get one of my guns.

I feel fear.  One of the men is following me.  I grab my stainless steel
Mini-14.  I can't find a magazine for it.  I hold the large,
black, pistol case in front of where the magazine would go and turn to face
the intruder.

"Back off if you know what's good for you," I tell him.

The bluff works.  He backs out the same door he came in through.

I see a laser entering the room through the window beside the door...
searching... seeking...

I toss the rifle to the ground and back into the corner beside the window
trying to avoid the laser.

I have to do something!

I open the pistol case containing the Glock 22 and the Redhawk.  I grab the
Glock and a large banana clip.  The clip won't fit
the gun, so I grab an adapter and force it onto the end of the clip and
insert that into the base of the Glock and chamber a
round.

The laser gets extremely close to me and suddenly the window breaks as a
bullet passes through it.  Miss.  The laser keeps
searching.  It's coming from below the window and to the left.

I have lots of bullets, so I turn the corner, squeezing off rounds as fast
as I can, before I even see the source of the laser.

Must protect girls!

When I can finally see through the window, I see... the backs of a blonde
and a brunette.  I squeeze off another round into the
brunette's back before I realize that it's one of my girlfriends!

NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hear from behind me, "I wouldn't worry about that."

It's one of the two men.

Then there's a flash as he shoots me...  and I awaken, sweating and
screaming!!!

"WHAT'S WRONG?!?" the two women beside me ask, suddenly extremely concerned.

"Nothing.  It was just a nightmare," I gasped out; breathing hard... still
panicked.

Tif and Amy... they look a lot like the girls in the dream...  Why did I
call them Stacy and Tracy?  It doesn't make
sense!  None of it made sense!!!  What does it mean?!?  Am I failing them
all somehow?!?

------------------------------------------------------------


   Six Weeks Later During a Business Trip to California


"Well Mr. Pendragon, it sounds like we've got a deal.  We'll have the first
shipment out to your office within 60 days, and
more as you need them," the manufacturer's sales rep said.

"That sounds great to me," I replied.

"Would you mind if I asked who did your designs for you?" he asked.

"Not at all.  I did the concept and the CAD models for the outer casings.
Other specialists did the electronics and
programming."

He raised his eyebrows a little bit.  "It's just that the cases seem to be a
bit thicker than you'd normally expect for something
like this.  We can optimize that for you if you'd like," he suggested.

"No thanks.  I intentionally wanted the cases to be more durable than what
you normally encounter.  If someone's going to
spend $150 to $250 for a remote control, they aren't going to want something
that will break if it accidentally gets knocked or
jerked off of a table."

"Very true."


We concluded our business and I headed out to grab some lunch.  Finding a
nice little restaurant, I went in and found a table.


   The Waitress


"You've got another customer in your area," Tina told me.

"Thanks."

"Wow!  What's a Suit doing in a place like this?" she asked.

"Who knows?  Maybe he'll at least tip well," I replied, heading over there.

When I got to the table, I noticed the guy was fairly handsome.  Too bad I
don't usually attract guys like this...  "Can I get
you get you something to drink while you look at the menu?" I asked him.

He looked up from his menu and said, "Sure, Dr. Pepper."

As I started to walk away to get his drink, I thought I noticed his
expression change.


   Xanthos


No... It can't POSSIBLY be her...  That was just a dream!


   The Waitress


As I walked back to the table again, I noticed him staring at me with a look
that was, as far as I could tell, a mixture of
recognition and fear...  His face had turned pale, and I noticed that his
entire body had tensed up considerably.  What was
really strange about that is the fact that I'd never seen this man before in
my life!

"Here's your drink, sir," I said in a pleasant voice.

His eyes studied my face intently, then jumped to my name badge before
returning to my face.  The moment he saw my badge,
his face turned absolutely ashen and his body started to shake.  This man
wasn't afraid, this man was TERRIFIED!!!

He took a deep, extremely ragged breath, then spoke with a trembling voice
that revealed just how terrified he was.  "Do you
know someone named Stacy?"

Stacy?  How does he know about her?  "Yes," I carefully replied.  This guy
was starting to scare me.

"Curly blonde hair, just longer than yours?" he asked.

"How did you know?" I asked, really getting concerned.

"Do either of you live in a small U-shaped house?" he asked, really quaking
now.  Whatever it was, this guy was scared
shitless!!!

"We both live together in one..." I replied, backing off a bit.  "What's
going on?"

He sat there shaking his head as his entire body trembled.  He pulled out a
checkbook and started filling out a check.

I guess he's not staying for lunch...

He handed me the check and his business card and said, "That's for you and
your friend to split equally.  Find someplace
better - much more secure - to live!  Don't squander it!  If you need
ANYTHING, call me!  We can't ever meet again!!!"
As he finished, he threw a five-dollar-bill on the table and literally ran
out the door.

It was only then that I took a look at the check...  It was written out to
Stacy and Tracy.  When I saw the amount, my legs
collapsed!  The thing was written out for three million dollars!!!

My God!!!  If this thing is REAL...

Several of the others ran up to me to see what was wrong, but it was a while
before I realized they were there.


   Xanthos


No matter how much I might have wanted to get to know Tracy and her friend,
there was no way in hell I was about to let that
dream become reality!

Some time later, I found myself sitting in a park with tears still running
down my face from recalling that dream and what
happened in it.

I answered my cel phone when it rang, and said, "Hello," still quaking from
the horror I'd been reliving in my mind.

<Xanthos!  What's Wrong?!?>

It was Kat.  "Nothing...  Just reliving a nightmare..." I replied as the
tears continued to flow.

<TELL ME!!!  WHAT'S WRONG!!!>

"If a Stacy or Tracy call about a check I wrote, tell them it's good.  If
they need anything else, do whatever you can to help.
Otherwise, I'll take care of it tomorrow when I get back," I said, ending
the connection and breaking down into wracking sobs.


   Kat


"XANTHOS!!! ... XANTHOS!!!" I yelled into the phone.  I hung up and started
redialing his number as Amy came rushing
into the front from her office.

"What is it?!?" she asked, panicked.

"Something about reliving a nightmare," I replied, wishing like hell he'd
answer his damned phone.

"Reliving a..." Amy said, her eyes widening.

There was no answer, so I tried again.  Still no answer.

"Damn it!!!" I yelled.  "He's not answering!"

I picked up the line that Tracy was holding on.

"Tracy, he said the check's good.  Please, I need to know what's going on,"
I begged her.

"Tracy?!?" Amy gasped in recognition.  She quickly ran back to her phone and
conferenced herself into the call.

<I don't know what happened.  He came into the diner where I work and sat
down looking like he was going to get some

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