Angels and Demons

Me: I'm on a role for here's chapter7 and probably the last chapter for today
Hikari shadowcat: yea we decided to write three chapters a day
Me: Anywas here's some character info for you all.
Character information on who's appeared so far.
Bakura: Hassassin, killer, etc....
Solomon Mutou: The dead physicist
Arthur Hawkins: The leader of CERN, also a physicist
Yami Motou: A Symbologist, teacher, one of the main characters
????: Dark character, leader of the brotherhood, Janus
Rex Raptor: The airplane pilot
Espa Roba: Sentry
(OTHERS WILL APPEAR LATER IN FURTHER CHAPTERS.)
Hikari shadowcat: Anyways rated r for Yaoi between YxYY and then close to a rape scene with YxB, death, murder, etc..... also I forgot to mention earlier Yugi's gonna be little different then normally the same goes for anyone else I add to the story.
Me: anyways we don't own YuGiOh or the book Angels and Demons by Dan Brown we only borrow them to write are stories so no sueing

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Chapter 7
Arthur Hawkins, director general of CERN, was known behind his back as Konig-king. It was a title more of fear than reverence for the figure who ruled over his dominion from a wheelchair throne. Although few knew him personally, the horrific story of how he had been crippled was lore at CERN, and there were few there who blamed him for his bitterness...nor for his sworn dedication to pure science.
Motou had only been in Hawkins presence a few moments and already sensed the director was a man who kept his distance. Motou found himself practically jogging to keep up with Hawkins electric wheelchair as it sped silently toward the main entrance. The wheelchair was none Motou had ever seen-- equipped with a bank of electronics including a multiline phone, a paging system, computer screen, even a small detachable video camera. King Hawkin's mobile cooman center.
Motou followed through a mechanical door into CERN's voluminous main lobby.
The Glass Cathedral, Motou mused, gazing upward towards heaven.
Over head, the bluish glass roof shimmered in the afternoon sun, casting rays of geometric patterns in the air and giving the room a sense of grandeur. Angular shadows fell like veins across the white tiled walls and down to the marble floor. The air smelled clean, sterile. A handful of scientists moved briskly about, their footsteps echoing in the resonant space.
"This way, please, Mr. Motou." His voice sounded almost computerized. His accent was rigid and precise, like his stern features. Hawkin coughed and wiped his mouth on a white handkerchief as he fixed his dead gray eyes on Motou. "Please hurry." His wheelchair seemed to leap across the tiled floor.
Motou followed past what seemed to be countless hallway's branching of the main atrium. Every hallway was alive with activity. The scientists who saw Hawkin seemed to stare in surprise, eyeing Motou as if wondering who he must be to command such company.
"I'm embarrassed to admit," Motou ventured, trying to make conversation, "that I've never heard of CERN."
"Not surprising," Hawkin replied, his clipped response sounding harshly efficient. "Most Americans do not see sounding Europe as the world leader in scientific research. They see us as nothing but a quaint shopping district---odd perception if you consider the nationalities of men like Einstein, Galileo, and Newton.
Motou was unsure how to respond. He pulled the fax from his pocket. "This man in the photograph, can you--"
Hawkin took a sharp left and entered a wide hallway adarned with awards and commendations. A particulary large plaque dominated the entry. Motou slowed to read the engraved bronze as they passed.
APS ELECTRONICA AWARD
For Cultural Innovation in the Digital Age
Awarded to Tim Berners Lee and CERN
For the invention of the
WORLDWIDE WEB
Well I'll be damned, Motou though, reading the text. This guy wasn't kidding. Motou had always thought of the web as an American invention. Then again, his knowledge was limited to the site for his own book and accasional on-line exploration of the Louvre or El Prado on his old Machintosh.
"The web," Hawkin said, coughing again and wiping his mouth, "began here as a network of in-house computer sites. It enabled scientists from different departments to share daily findings with one another. Of course, the entire world is under the impression the web is U.S technology."
Motou followed down the hall. "Why not set the record straight?"
Hawkin shrugged, apparently disinterested. "A petty misconception over a petty technology, CERN is far greater than global connetion of computers. Our scientists produce miracles almost daily."
Motou gave Hawkin a questioning look, "Miracles?" The word 'miracle' was certainly not part of the vocabulary around Harvard's Fairchild Science Building. Miracles were left for the school of Divinity.
"You sound skeptical," Hawkin said. "I thought you were a religious symbologist. Do you not believe in miracles?"
"I'm undecided on miracles," Motou said. Particularly those that take place in science labs.
"Perhaps miracle is the wrong word. I was simply trying to speak your language."
"My language?" Motou was suddenly uncomfortable. "Not to diappoint you, sir, but I study religious symbology--I'm an academic, not a priest."
Hawkin slowed suddenly and turned, his gaze softening abit. "Of course. How simple of me. One does not need to have cancer to analyze it's symptoms."
Motou had never heard it put quite that way.
As they moved down the hallway, Hawkin gave an accepting nod. "I suspect you and I will understand each other perfectly, Mr.Motou."
Somehow Motou doubt it.
As the pair hurried on, Motou began to sense a deep rumbling up ahead. The noise got more and more pronounced with every step, reverberating through the walls. It seemed to be coming from the end of the hallway infront of them.
"What's that?" Motou finally asked, having to yell. He felt like they were approaching an active volcano.
"Free Fall Tube," Hawkin replied, his hollow voice cutting the air effortlessly. He offered no other explanation.
Motou didn't ask. He was exhausted, and Arthur Hawkin seemed disinterested in winning any hospitality awards. Motou reminded himself why he was here. Illuminati. He assuned somewhere in this colossal facility was a body.... a body branded with a symbol he had just flown 3,000 miles to see.
As they approached the end of the hall, the rumble became almost deafening, vibrating up through Motou's soles. They rounded the bend, and a viewing gallery appeared on the right. Four thick paned portals were embedded in a curved wall, like windows in a submarine. Motou stopped and looked through on of the h.
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Professor Yami Motou had seen some strange things in his life, but this was the strangest. he blinked a few times, wondering is he was hallucinating. He was starring into an enormous circular chamber. Inside the chamber, floating as though weightless, were people. Three of them. One waved and did a somersault in midair.
My God, he thought, I'm in the land of Oz.
The floor of the room was a mesh grid, like a gaint sheet of chicken wire. Visible beneath the grid was the metallic blur of a huge propeller.
"Free fall tube," Hawkin said, stopping to wait for him. "Indoor skydiving. For stress relief. It's a vertical wind tunnel."
Motou looked on in amazement. One of the free fallers, an obese woman, maneuvered toward the window. She was being buffeted by the air currents but grinned and flashed Motou the thumbs-up sign. Motou smile weakly and returned the gesture, wondering is she knew it was the anicent phallic symbol for masculine virility.
The heavyset women, Motou noticed, was the only one wearing what appeared to be a miniature parachute. The swathe of fabric billowed over her like a toy. "What's her little chute for?" Motou asked Hawkin. "It can't be more than a yard in diameter."
"Friction," Hawkin said. "Decreases her aerodyn amics so the fan can lift her." He started down the corridor again. "Once square yard of drag will slow a falling body almost twenty percent."
Motou nodded blankly.
He never suspected that later that night, in a country hundreds of miles away, the information would save his life.

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Me: well this is it for now.
Hikari shadowcat: enjoy for now