“ Are you sure that this car is the most expensive car in the hole garage G”
< Correct>
I have noticed that the notification and objective might be… completely pointless or not necessary for this G commutation to me. I will have to ask later but for right now I have something else I must do.
I walk along side the car my hand runs across its side as I do. I hear a click as the door opens and I sit inside the car.
< confirm: you know how to drive a car>
Sure how hard could it be. I press my foot to the petal and… instantly crash in the wall behind me.
My face slams into the wheel before bouncing back up straight. I grab the gear stick and once more I go forward at full speed and… I instantly crash in the car in front of me.
< Notification: or you are trying to fly a spaceship because whatever you are doing isn’t working.>
I will show you. I press my foot on the petal much slower than before. However I hear a loud scraping noise. I get out and look at the car. I somehow managed to scrape off all of the paint work. Then I see something else. A line of fuel is burning a hole through the ground. That just how things have been ever since they built a cold fusion engine. Fule is extremely deadly and heavy regulated so that only the most wealthy of the wealthy can use it while cheaper cars often use a more volatile makeshift version or public transportation. There are even transporting pads laid throughout the city at many key intervals and at least ten in each district. I heard their is a powerful one that can send people to a different planet a the centre of the city.
“ Ok G please tell me what is the second most expensive car is”
< Objective: 17 paces back 6 paces right. the green one>
“ The green one”
< confirmed: The green one>
“ The green one”
< confirmed: The green one>
“ I don’t believe you”
What sat before me was a small car that wasn’t even as tall as my shoulder. It has a flat face and doesn't look cool as well as various other things such as a green paint with pink windows.
“ What other options do we have. One that don’t involve cars because I cannot drive”
< notification: if you can make it to society controlled space you will gain a predicted survival rate of 93% however you have a 12% chance of surviving the journey.>
< Please identify an option>
That is… so do I play it risky or do I play it safe. Either way it seem quite dangerous but… it doesn’t matter how big the rewards are if you never get to see them.
“I am in charge and I say the first one. Take us to our territory.” I hear Que call out and I guess that settles it then ok.
K. Who is k?
< Objective leave from the south side exits in 3:48 minutes. I will guide you with time>
********
“ Hello hunny bun. Yeah it me I am going to be a bit late again today. Do you think you can tell mommy or big sis for me sweetie.”
A man in a crisp black suit drove down an empty road holding a phone. He had a pair of black shades covering his face that will displaying messages of between three individuals. One titled G and the others were titled S1 and QQ. He frowned as he saw the message which contained a brand new set of orders.
Silently he cursed this S1. His feelings for QQ had already long passed the point where the word hate works. He guessed that everyone had people they hated working with well for him that was QQ or Que. However he still prided himself on his professional nature when it came to his work.
He knew what would come next was one of the most painful and difficult things he had to do in his life. Que was a friend who had saved his life numerous times and had in danger it twice as much. He had been shot, stabbed, cut, blead, electrocuted, poisoned and choked. But this was without a doubt the hardest part of his job.
“ BUT Daddy you said you would tuck me in today. You promised me that daddy. You promised.”
His face warped with pain but his voice continued on as if nothing had changed. It was a deep voice that sound a bit like a loud whisper. In his years of service his throat was destroyed crushed under the weight of a punch but he had it repaired but… he would sometimes think back on his real voice that was changed forever after that event a deep sorrow would feel him up when he released that his daughter would never hear his true voice.
“ I am sorry… how about this why don’t we… go for ice cream this weekend and daddy promises that he will… own you one daddy point”
He heard the curious little voice come back and then. “ What is a daddy point” the small voice spoke with a level of seriousness that made K chuckle deeply to himself. “ You can command a me to do anything you want and I will do that action for that daddy point.”
“ Really. Then I want 1 no 10 liters of ice cream… mommy is watching just make sure you get the stuff. Ok”
The man felt himself lose control of his smile as a new voice came through “ Busted. You’re going to have to tell me all about this bribery you children”
The man almost cried when he heard a small voice grow quieter as it moved away. “ You are doomed father. DOOOOOOooooooommmeeed”
“ Ha ha ha ha ha” he couldn’t help himself but laugh at that and he laughed some more at what was said next. “ So do I get some husband points”
He smiled to himself. He said “ You hold a monopoly over the currency already how greedy can you get, huh” Then he frowned as G began to spam him
He grunted a little and his wife picked up on that.
“ You need to work”
“ I need to work and… it probably going to be a long night.”
Then he heard the sound of a door opening in the background and his wife speak.
“ Ok I understand… oh May your father won’t be here tonight”
“So?”
“ Come on don’t say that. Tell your father that you- don’t walk away from me!”
The man felt a deep sadness and guilt. There was nothing that he wanted more than to be their right now. He felt the love of his wife and children was his most important in existence. He felt that he had failed May his eldest daugh
“ I’m sorry she must just have had a bad day. When will you be back”
Pushing the unpleasantness out of his mind he says “ Not sure but I should probably get going. I love you”
“ I love you as well my dear”
*********
A man in a thick black trench coat stood in a hallway overlooking a headless corpse dressed in black riot gear. He bent over and pulled out the individuals wallet and open it to look inside. Mark wallace was the name sewn into the top of the wallet and a picture of a man and a pregnant woman was their. The man's expression showed no change until he place the wallet back into the man's pocket.
“ I am sorry that you’re face will never be seen by your child Mr Wallace”
Then after speaking the man bent down again and started to look over the corpse for anything out of the ordinary. He felt the bullet hole where the head should have been and the angels at which the gun was shot. He ran his hand up the line of now dried blood up the wall until he reached the top where he stopped because he felt a small crater in the side of the wall.
Head shaped but less then a few millimeters in depth but still. A deep crack in the wall had formed but was hidden by the blood.The man amused himself with the idea of him performing and action that requires an similar level of strength and made the judgment that he would be incapable of it. He then took the position of the body and remembered the location of the two bullet holes up the stairs.
Through those two holes he came to the conclusion that Mr Wallace was chasing someone who hide behind the door and got the drop on him. The man came to two conclusions about the attacker. The first was that he was inexperienced. Extremely inexperience. And yet he was able to hide from Mr Wallace. Although according to his phone Mr Wallace had little to no combat experience and was a expendable personal he was still equipped with modern weapons and lost.
There are many things the man can pull. If the man was to make a guess about our targets support. He is most likely a non combative personal with deep experience commanding a operating operations while never getting combat experience.
He has one of four abilities. Physical strength arguments class 1, is a non human with extreme effect muscles, is at the peak or slightly beyond human capabilities or the less likely one has magic strengthening 1.
Magic strengthening 1 is the least likely due to the expected combat experience required to use that properly and due to the building he was staying at a non human would probably not be allowed into the building itself so that is also out. It’s possible that he is just freakishly strong but the most likely ability is a technology augmented strength. These can be brought for the right price and easy enough to get the surgery in the black market. If my prediction is true about him or her having experience as an operator then he will surely have the funds and the knowledge of where to go.
Now what does that mean going forward for me. Most likely he or she already has a plan of action so I need to think… how can I destroy that plan without giving the target the means to escape. Also I should also consider the possible that the target has already escaped or gained more assistants.
Ha lets just burn this place to the ground and… bounty. Yeah lets do that. This place is probably one of the few places that the society doesn’t control yet and that mean their are a lot of people here who don’t know much about the society. I can use them as my eyes and ears. After all if the target can get in contact with the one named Wrath it is game over for us right. Although I was paid to capture them they somehow slipped through the building and survived my rocket launcher.
Ahhhh should I just run and get off planet. No I am not sure I can. Any way it's not to late. If they travel by car I can probably get them by license plate scan and if they go by foot they will be tracked down easily enough. So that leaves… teleportation and the rail line. Ok
The man took out a coin. And flipped it. It landed on the corpse of the headless Wallace tails up.
The man looked at the coin for a few seconds and he took out his communication device and spoke into it “ They are planning to use the rail line. Everyone get to it”
The man breathe out deeply and took out a magnum and open it to see five of the six bullet slots empty. He then loaded in the five more. He mused to himself. Did I really use five bullets today.
He then spoke back into the device “ Somebody get me a ride. I feel the need to go myself”
Do not fear Wallace I shall avenge you. I am sorry that I can never bring your child the justice but I can answer your revenges. So long as I don’t have to die in the process.
The least I can do is pretend to care.
Because I hope someone would at least do the same for me. Although I fear I might not be so lucky.
*********
In a dark dingy room hundreds light up. Each screen displaying something different. In the centre of the room a humanoid robot sat at the centre. Hundreds of thousands of wires came together to form larger wires and then cords and then once again and again multiple time until there was ten of dreadlocks or braids flowing into the back of a metal skull. The skull was pressed against an ipad however this was a symbolic gesture because there was no working video recording or camera instead it’s or ‘her’ eye socket.
From the neck down stat a human like system of cords, steel bars and pistons all to properly represent the human body. However such things as skin and organs where not present in this human replacement. Although a metal heart had been left on the floor in some place.
If one was to draw their attention to the monitors that surround the room that upon closer inspection was actually in the shape of a sphere they would find that the monitors were all displaying cats at the bottom left of the screens. The rest of the screens were all used for one thing.
It was in this singlar room all operations of the crime family of Wrath was coronated. And there was a reason they were called a crime family. From drugs, prostitution, smuggling, kidnaps, to the assassination of high profile target. However what would surprise people would be the amount of blackmail that occurred in this room.
G ,Great or Grant. These were her names. Each from a different source. G came from those she used and the police that sought her head. Great came from her self. It was in her opinion the only name the truly showed her nature without revealing a piece of herself that could be used against her self. However the name Grant had a different meaning to her. It was the name she valued most. It was given to her by one man. A man named Wrath. She doesn’t know much about this man however she will do anything to find out.
And in her opinion the most likely source for that information is the brain of a fairy queen called Que the one Wrath placed second in charge. She has always question this decision but not because Que lacks the skills required. She was here so it didn’t matter who was second in charge so long as they listened to her and if they didn’t she would find a way to make them.
By Que understood her greatness and her place and often left the decision to ‘her’. However there was still a reason why G didn’t think Que was a good decision. It was because she lacked the heart. Que was far too kind for this line of work.
This has in truth been a source of worry for G.
It is why is has decided to watch the man named Jax very closely. So far he has not disappointed G’s expectations. This is a great thing for Jax. If he over shot her expectations G would get suspicious and probably kill him off. If he failed to meet them then she would simply remove him for that reason. It is because in G’s mind Que has a weak heart.
As Wrath said.
********
< Notification: You get hurt to easily. How do you survive?>
Jax is currently crouched over behind a bin.
“ Buuurrrr”
“ Fucking stop!”
Que calles out in horror and fear as she swam and struggled to escape the shower of vomit that fell down on her. But she was trapped inside the bin there were wall on all sides and no escape for her.
Her wings were actually kind of stupid as they don’t work when weight down. And the vomit was enough to do just that.
If one wanted to know what happened they would need to go back a few minutes.
Jax quietly made his way through a back alley way. He wanted to take a main road claiming they would be quicker and more effective then he remembered that he was currently covered head to two in a bloody rag of what was once his school uniform. He was missing a sleeve and a pants leg. He also had no shoes.
Jax lamented on his inability to drive.
“ Can’t I just trade some more life to be able to drive?”
“ You fucking… if that was possible then I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess” again Que’s voice came from an unidentifiable source but it now felt closer than before. Extremely close. I stopped and started listening to something. It took me a few minutes until I released it was a heartbeat.
“ Couldn’t I just tade more life span for knowledge on how to drive?”
< NEGATIVE!: Que is not in a condition to allow you to enter that place at the moment. You are lucky most magical people have to go by trial and error until they discover a price that the gate will accept.>
“ Huh”
< notification: The knowledge of prices is something is not something given for free. The idea of successful magic on the first try is usually impossible but due to Que it is possible, based on her knowledge and her ability called price share>
Then Ques abrasive voice rang through my head
“ Its combine. COMBINE. Like is the power rangers I get some people and like start penetrating myself into them”
“ I’m sorry can you phrase it in some other way that doesn’t involve penetrating me please Que” Jax asked
< notification: That is not important. What is important is like all things it has a price>
< notification: Que can only pay so much for you>
Jax suddenly started to feel sick. He began to stumble before almost collapsing over a garbage bin. His arms shot up and onto the wall he legs stumbled and shock and he grew more and more pale.
< notification: it would be better for you too wait>
Jax still struggling was able to comprehend that their was most likely a correlation between their conversation and what was happening right now.
< notification: seek a quiet place. >
Taking the trash can with him Jax made his way deeper into the alley. Jax was extremely pleased that he was not in a sky tower or else police and ambulance officials would have jumped him already. He desperately tried to keep himself up right by clawing at the wall next to him. Until he felt something started thrashing around inside his mouth. He eyes widen as a small foot broke out from his mouth to which as if the seal was broken he released the contents of his mouth a throat in the bin.
Looking down he saw a small snake slivering inside his vomit. He mused himself wonder about the how? Until he remembered the elevator yesterday. “ Que?”
His answer was greeted by a small sobbing sound followed by a “ I hate this, I hate this”. Jax still looking so focus on what had just happened. Then he smelt it and once more he throw up but this time straight onto a semi crying Que.
Que look at him with pure hate. Jax looked back and smiled and said “ We will be laughing about this later trust me this is a bonding moment in the making”
“ Fucker” was Ques reply.
******
Seven armed men stood rifles at the ready facing the only entrance to the room they were currently in. 2 days a total of 59 people were hired by a fake company to act as security. They were shipped over to a tower so tall it pieced the clouds. Their they engaged in extreme brutality towards the local presence in what would become known as just another of the many high number killings that have been occurring recently. But what these people did not know. Was that this tower would become their tomb.
Of the original 59 few remained. Other than the seven here there was two squads out side the door and their employer standing behind them.
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Each clutch their weapon in fear. As although they couldn’t see what was happening they could hear. The monster that had slane half their number in but a single hour had finally arrived on the top floor.
All eight of the people present paid strong attention to that door for they knew that it was only a matter of time until it came through that door.
“ Die! Die! Why won’t you just fucking die”
“ Freak monster. Why won’t bullets work”
“ What the fuck are aaaaarrrr.”
“ No no get away aaaaa”
“Please. No! Monster aaaaa”
“ Hold your ground. Nothing is imorta- Aaaaaaa”
“ Shit CAPTAIN!”
“ We got to go!”
“ We don’t stand a fucking chance!”
“ Quickly to the right fire! Fire!”
“ There's no point it the devil. The devil is here to-”
“ Tommy. Fuck he got him.”
“ Are we doomed no we can’t be- Get away! Get away! arrrrrrr”
“ Bang! Bang! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha ha”
“ Shit! It like my bullets never reach!”
“ Genade! Out!”
“ He caught the grenade get down”
“ No! No! Don’t come near me with tha-“
BOOOOM!
“ ...Is it dead?”
“ … My god it still moving what the fuck. Keep shooting it”
“ Retreat! RETREAT!”
“ Where!”
“ Oh god Terance is dead”
“ What how did it get behind us NOOOO!”
“... Is there anyone else here… hello? Anyone their?... Ok onto the next and last ground guess ha ha ha ha! ha! ha! ha!”
Then the seven heard it. Knock knock. What ever had been responsible for the massacre just outside was laughing. Laughing as he made his way closer to the door. Each step clear and define despite the almost deafening laughter. The sound weased and twisted the guts of all who heard it not because of a deep underlying repulsion but due to its almost childlike happiness. Whatever was laughing was without a doubt enjoying the situation to a almost addictive degree. It was a powerful voice that boomed as it drew closer to the door. A few steps away now.
Then it stopped. Knock knock.
And the door was lit up with heavy machine gun fire.
The door covered in holes the men held their breath as they heard the sound of salt pouring through some of the holes in the shape of a human. The man on the left of the seven was first to speak quickly reload.
Then like a rocket something red brok through the door and charge down the man who just spoke quietly lodgeding a large wooden chair leg shaped piece of the door through the man throat. Bang bang. The two closest to this sight pulled out pistons and opened fire. The but like a blurr ‘it’ pulled the now dead man in front of it. It leaped at the man on the furthest right grabbing his head like a bowling ball with one hand before leaping in the shadows dropping the corpse in the process.
It then through the corpse at the man in the back who was simply watching this unfold until now. The man pulled out a few sticks of chalk. As the corpse approached him he snapped one of the stick. It then vanished before the man swiped at the flying corpse. Suddenly and without warning the corpse was split in two. The cut mimicking the way in which the man or the ‘employer’ swipe his hand.
The employer looked back only to see a red blurr strike once again. This time sprinting past another man who has his leg ripped of and used as a club to destroy the head of the man next to him. The man who had his leg ripped off falls to the ground screaming as does the other victim just without the screaming. Bang bang bang rapid machine gun fire assaults the blur that stopped for only a moment to reveal the true appearance of his nature.
A pale thin man with long red hair and a deep red coat, unbuttoned with black plates of metal running down his front that allured to deep abs and a well trained body.. Horror assaulted the shooters eyes as the bullets that would logically make contact with the man instead it was small clusters of white salt that exploded in the bullets place leaving ‘it’ completely unharmed. But what brought the horror was it’s smile. It was a charming smile. A smile that one would think to be present on the happiest day in the world. However his eyes showed a different story. It told the shooter one thing. He was something beyond angry.
It once more taking off in a beast like approach by using both his arms and legs to shot forward but not before pegging the severed leg at the closest light source leaving all in darkness.
The darkness was occasionally occupied by small bursts of light that would soon be followed by screams as those desperate few left.
The employer bolted for the door as he heard the last of the men die.
He step pass a widow that allowed the light of the moon to enter and stumbled before falling. The employer turned around and drew out one of his chalk pieces. He scream a beastal road into the darkness “ COME AT ME! I DON'T FEAR YOU! COME AT ME”
Step step. The employer heard the steps approach him slowly. Until he step into the light. The man in red looked down at him. The employer screamed and broke the chalk before swiping madly at ‘it’. The continued this until he watched it’s shoulder exploded then he felt his innards tear as he hear the sound of flesh snapping under its own weight as a v shaped cut began to from between a broken and freely hanging shoulder the soon made it all the way to the hip before falling off but before it had fallen to the ground a new arm and shoulder had grown in its place. This to anyone would have been an extremely painful process and that only segmented that the thing before the employer was an it because It made no changes in expression, speed or stance. The only thing it did was continue as it was before as if the process had never happened.
The employer then squealed and watch as this scene unfold. “ You trade chalk for what… is it a wind blade or a thin line of something highly pressure raised that you launch at your enemies. A simple magic but surprisingly uncommon due ti the difficulty of targeting.”
The employer now a sniveling mess as he crawled backwards deeper into the moonlight it became apparent the the man had pissed himself. The employer then stopped and look valiantly at ‘it’ before stating “The path will never forgive you if you touch me”
It glared at the man. It spoke with a voice loaded with angry “ No it is I who will not forgive the Path. It is too late I have already decided that every one of them is going to die.”
The employer look up “ No matter how strong you are you are but one man you can’t, they will kill you”
“I would welcome it. Let's see how far they can go until they realize.”
‘It’ then reach forward with its hand and simply grabbed his ankle and watch as the employer turned to salt. Wrath then shifts through the salt pile until he pulls out a chalk piece. He notes the strange S like symbol on the side that been cur into it.
< Question: If you can turn people to salt by touching them why didn’t you do it to everyone. Instead you beat everyone to death slowly and wit efficiency. You could have at least used your guns or a single bladed weapon but no you wanted to use your hands. And why Wrath?>
It or Wrath listened to the hijacked PA system as Wrath mused on how my Grant sounds like a nagging wife at time. Wrath nodding to each of Gs points as he smiled to himself before saying
“Thank you Grant without your help I would never have of been able to be so selfish in my killing methods and not leave any survivors if you didn’t disable the elevators first. Truly you ‘grant’ my every wish with your greatness. But you see efficiency is not fun so when I don’t feel the need to get serious I feel the need to have fun. But I couldn’t do this without you. You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to my life. ”
< Of course>
“ You forgot to add the notification thing you do”
< Notification: Of course>
“ No I don’t mean you have to add that. In fact I like it better when you don’t. It helps me feel more casual around you G”
< negative. Formality is important between hierarchy.>
Wrath seem to turn and stare at and empty darkness. He did so for a few minutes until.
“ It would appear to be an enchantment based magic. Prepaid allows for… those who don’t know the spell to use it easily enough but they are dependent their items, most of the time being able to use magic themselves. The way it uses magic is like ammunition from a gun. The item is the bullet and you are the gun… a very common uses of magic. Well it is used by everyone for a reason.”
< Do you wish to follow up on this ‘Path’.>
“ No despite what I said. The only reading I said it is because the Path is like a cockroach they just keep appearing despite however many time I have tried to destroy them and because someone was watching me through the implant in the guys head. I assume they are in truth just a part of a much wider hole”
< Sounds as if you have experience with them?>
“ Yeah I do”
< Recorded>
“ You seemed big on the hole find out how I came to be”
< Your age: unknown>
< Your name: unknown>
< You're magic: unknown>
< You’re weakness: unknown>
< Your origin: unknown>
Wrath turned to look out the window.
“ What do you mean I told you my magic ages ago”
< Immortality/ invincibility to all non magic attacks/ instantly regeneration>
< You can’t teach me magic law then immediately show me an something that doesn't follow them and call it logic >
Wrath giggled
“ I’m 24, my name is Wrath, you just said my magic and as for origin I am the head of the Wrath household “
< That is not how magic works. You can’t just be that. All things have a price>
“ The purpose of magic to try and cheat the universe. That's it. If you asked someone 100,000 years ago if we would ever set foot on a different planet they would laugh and tell you it's too far. And look at us now.”
< We reached the stars via scientific research and improvement not by magic>
Wrath didn’t say anything. He just smiled. It was a strange smile like one a child had if they just discovered that they were right and the other was wrong. But his face turned serious when he asks G to.
“ Report on Que’s situation”
< notification: Q and S1 have made it to the rail line and where about to board however Que has begun to suffered from the side effects of her ability and so we have had to start the separation early despite my advice to wait until they were on the train with K’s protection. However K has also not arrived yet due to a prolonged conversation between him and his… offspring. I have also deames now as the best time for the separation to occur>
“ As for S1 himself?”
< Apparently he was conned into Que’s serves after offering her a place to stay and a meal. Since then I predict that Que may have… tampered a little with his mind. As for background he is clean and in fact he is a perfect condition for recruitment. However I believe more time is required to judge his personality due to Ques tampering. He was able to use Ques ability to trade for more than expected however if his magic skill is due to Ques ability and not innate talent is still the most likey prediction with it being 60% believed. Due to the limited recorded uses of Ques ability I can not make a more… precise prediction. Regardless S1 has given me valuable information regarding Que as well>
“ Anything of else of note about S1 or his background?”
< Yes and no>
“ Explain”
< his father is a upper middle tier noble. While his mother is recently deceased. What is of note it the possibilities of someone, most likely S1’s brother tampering with evidence of murder and the corpse was heavily disfigured. It is possible that S1 may be at the doorstep of something but further investigation is required. But all in all S1 is clea. I confirmed via implant mind scans that S1’s reason for getting closer to Que was because he wanted to distance himself from the events of his life for a while while still holding the intentions of giving assistance to her . This is also what I have predicted to be the case as well. >
“ So he is a clean and naive young man who let a poor woman into his home in the hope of helping her but instead got his mind played and tampered with. He is now on the run but due to the tampering he holds no negative feeling towards Que even seeing us as his helpers in the situation. That is good”
Wrath turned away from the widow and began to walk away. He picked up a phone that had be placed carefully at the foot of the stairs. He didn’t call anyone and he didn’t receive any either he just started talking.
“ Hey G why do they always think I am alone and not the leader of a organisation?”
And yet G reply through the phone.
< Because you are a glory hog who likes to do everything yourself>
“ You will explain to me how Que tampered with his mind”
“ Que is our top priority. Followed by K then the families interests. S1 doesn’t yet make the list of my concerns or worries. But keep an eye on him. Also don’t forget that Que is my second in command. Also if he survives the night… we will offer him a job. Also if possible lets… try and keep things in such a way that we won’t end up on the new. It would be a pain to explain why 3 of my high ranked officials are in non society controlled territory and we both know I won’t actually brother with explaining it with someone getting pissed. ”
< Yes sir>
*****
“ I hate you.”
“ Hey Que look at that he has a funny mustache”
“ I hate you”
“ You know I think we have time to steal some ice cream”
“ I hate you”
“ Pancakes. I will go get you as many pancakes as you want. I will carry you their and even feed you them”
“... your ok”
< notification: Que you are a high level member of the galaxy's most feared crime syndicate. Please don’t accept bribes so easily>
“Ok now what. Sky rail line right”
< Negative>
< Objective: steal a change of clothes>
Ok. I looked down at his clothes they are filthy.
Blood dirt and vomit. I was wondering how the people who sell tickets would handle me.
< objective: make way to end of alley way.>
< objective: sit and wait>
It find a comfortable spot at the edge of a wall and wait. I see someone approach from a distance but no order comes so I let them pass. Then another and another. Just when I am starting to get worried
< Jump the man with briefcase>
An elderly man with a briefcase come walking close. He is holding a cane and every step is followed by a shake of his legs. He looks like he is already about to die. Better him than me I guess. I walk up behind him making sure he doesn’t see me. I then kick him in the shins and grab his neck before twisting. This time I do it much better than before. I grab him by the ankles and pull him into an alleyway.
< Notification: Congratulations you beat an old man who has just had all the ligma in his joints fail him>
< Notification: you should feel proud you monster>
“ I am getting mixed messages here G”
I striped the man clothes and noticed that… I feel really good. No good is not the word. I feel nothing right now. No not nothing that is also not the word I would use… empty is probably the closest thing to how I feel.
I look down at this man's life. It was probably pointless. His struggles and trials and difficulties. His hardships and problems. His success and triumphs. They were all pointless.
Why?
Was it because he died?
Were they pointless all along?
Am I also pointless?
Will I die like this man died?
Will my killer care or… will my killer be like me?
How long until I am forgotten?
< Now stuff Que into the briefcase.>
I think not as I act. I stand up and feel a bumping coming from the briefcase. “ Ahh I wasn’t thinking.”
I open the briefcase and pour out all its content.
Que looks up at me in rage.
I put her back into the briefcase.
I now dressed in a slightly baggy grey suit walk down the side of the rode.
“ Can I use main roads now G”
< Notification: Yes>
“ You barsteds. How could you betray me like this G. I hate you. A single service of pancakes will NOT be enough to sate my rage. I will call down justice on your ass Jax. And I will upload shitty computer virus that I got from porn sights. UNLESS YOU FREE ME”
I pull up the box and whispered “ It's ok. You are ok. Trust me”
I made my way over to the ticket both to do this I had to cross two streets, use an 56 floor elevator that took me to a brand new ground floor then a 3 minute run. Then a bus for a minute then a 7 minute walk. For every step of the way G had guided and order me on every little detail to the minute.
If this was yesterday I would probably have broken down in rage and yet I feel nothing as I simply follow instructions. But this empty feeling… it is growing.
< notification: The woman in red is an enemy.>
< notification: The man in black with white collar is an enemy>
< notification: The man with white collar in black is armed>
< notification: The lady with a paper bag and yellow coat is an ally>
I feel pulse of excitement as I wait but no further orders come through. I consider my options here as I take my ticket and I begin to walk through the crowd it is extremely crowded. I could hide in the crowd or I could move to a quieter place and attempt to engage the woman if she follows.
I decided that the best defensive is offensive. It is what I have done before and it worked so I will go with what I know. I make my way down a path a drop with a unknown distance to the ground but it is enough for me to be unable to see the people below the path.
The sky rail works like an upside down roller coaster just instead of seats it has train carts. Well it's just a train but most of the time the rail are on the top. In fact the floor is even made out of glass.
A tall guard rail is next to me but looking further down everyone waits in the middle of the platform because that is where the doors open from. So I make my way to the furthest edge. I see a door with maintenance on it. I stand next to it for a bit before I walk inside.
Still no word from G. Am I doing well. I grab a wrench from the shelf that I hide under my coat and then I wait and nothing happens.
Then I hear the train approach
< notification the enemy has boarded the sky rail. You chose to hide in a favourable defensive location with no escape. I will give you a grade of 60%. You move without revealing yourself and even didn’t make eye contact with any of the people I mentioned. I will give you a 70% just for that. You did exactly as I predicted you would so I will give you a 100% for that because you do what I tell you even when I don’t tell you is the mark of both a good and bad employee. But you have allowed the enemy to gain an advantage in the train so -20 >
< Total scores 80%>
< You have passed my test.>
I felt… odd about being tested. It was exciting but one would expect that one would be made if their life was to be treated like this. But… I enjoyed that test although nothing happened.
I leave the room as quietly as possible and make my way towards the train. I entered the door I was told to and felt… that empty feeling return.
< Warning: An enhanced has emerged from the back of the train>
< Objective make way to front of train>
I don’t know what enhanced means but I should probably avoid it. And to avoid it I sall make my way to the front of the train.
Three carts from the front the train sets off. Below me is a vast network of multiple layers streets each covered in a unnatural light while a roof sits above me and blocks out the sun.
A vast monolithic of decaying structures hidden behind fresh segments of cement the work to build the floor of yet a new soon to be forgotten world and its people as those who fear those filled hateful and neglected jealousy in this open and free world.
Look down at the people below and their is the powerfuls and he rich's loathsome, stinking underground where the offended, beaten down and derived rats sit at a once immersive sickening, venomous, and above all else, and everlasting hated of those who won.
I look up to see gleaming and beautiful towers that piece the sky. Forever out of reach and nether to be mine. I watch as theys towers use the beaming light of the sun to hide there endless faults and imperfections from those who would use them. Forever they sit in fear never the right to show a true smile for a faith full cause less they be struck by whose who fear more the lights going out then the lights never being on.
As I walk through the train I feel a hand grab my arm and I spin in shock. I send my first forward only to find myself on the floor and having gained a broken nose.
“ Ahhh shit sorry about you ok”
I see an old woman wearing yellow bend over and attempt to help me up. She offers a hand to me and I grab it. She pulls me up with ease. She is probably the person that G told me about.
“ Ahh sorry about that you startled me their sorry “
The woman push it off with a don’t worry.
“ So why are you moving up to the front?”
< DO NOT TELL HER ANYTHING>
“ Oh there isn’t any real reason I assume you are here too…”
“ Oh no actually I just happened to be in the area picking up some stuff. By the way I haven’t seen you before.”
< Tell her the truth. The only reason you are here is because Que tampered with your mind >
“ Ah well it is because… Que tampered with my mind just befo-”
Before I could even finish she slammed her palm into my head. She makes a surprised face then she pulls off her hair to reveal it is a wig. Long blonde hair falls to her hips. She pulls her sleeve up to her face where she rubs away her winkles that are in truth clever uses of makeup. Then she takes of her heavy yellow coat to show a short sleeve plain white t shirt. She shoves her coat into the bin.
But there's one more piece of importance. Its ger long ears that were previously hidden behind her head.
and where the fuck is Que”
I bite my tongue and ideally stopped speaking. Then I hear it. “ Ha ha ha ha ha Vin save me. I am down here. This man is conspiring with G don’t listen to him and save me from this cage”
Boom. I don’t know what happened but as soon as Que said that another first collided with my face and I felt my feet lose their grip as I went backwards and slammed into the wall with enough strength to leave a dent. Bang I feel something collide with the side of my head and I go flying off before slamming into another wall. I look up to see that she is already over me a knife pointing at my chest. I reach up and grab the knife but no matter how much I struggle and struggle it won’t move an inch.
“ Fucking G always thinking of scams. She a fucking disgrace.”
< Thinking is an imperfect art as is the thinker. I calculate the answer. Then I do it again. And I make sure I am not calculating my answer but the answer. I do not care if isn’t your answer>
< I do not think, I calculate >
“ What the fuck does it matter.”
< It matters to me and it should matter to you>
The elf throws me at the wall I hear a window shatter and as soon as the through ‘ I might die here enters my mind she grabs me by the throat once again only to punch me in the face.
She grabs my throat and lifts me up to the roof. I chock and struggle but she is simply too strong
“ Whoa whoa came down Vin” I see Que fly directly into the elfs arm. Vin eyes widened as.
“ It’s ok. You are just falling into G trap”
The elf frowned and looked at me and asked
“How”
“ It because this guy does whatever G says almost without question I made it like that.”
She lets go of me and I fall to the ground.
“ Oh so like… what was the conspiracy”
Que looks angry” They put me in a briefcase and hid me away”
The elf or Vin looks at Que as if she is waiting for more. Suddenly the realisation that Que isn’t going to say anything else draws on her and she looks back down at me with an apologetic face.
She grabs me and pull me up again and dusts me off. She then runs her fingers over my eye making the statement that it is already bruising pretty bad.
She rubs my shoulder then helps me other to a chair. Due to being some time in the morning no one else is in this train cart.
She after sitting down I catch a defeated looking Que sitting in the corner of the vehicle. I feel finger invade my eyelids and fumble around with my eyes then sevfs. Then I fill something pull on my nose and grasp my chin. “ Hmmm well you are… fine all things considered but you seem to have a concussion maybe. Hey Que what did you this guy anyway.
< Make way to front of Vehicle. Do not speak to that thing. Do not let that thing ruin my glorious plan anymore>
“ Oh like I took away his pain and fear making him accepting and stuff. So there's also like no natural suspicion but like he should still be smart enough to tell”
The elf started to rub my forehead.
“ Look at me guy”
I look at her.
“ G cares about nothing but mission effectiveness. If you follow her for too long you will probably die. G will kill you if it means the ‘objective’ has a 1% higher chance of success. Instead you should listen to me. I might not look it but I am the greatest swordsman in the little thing called existence”
Wait what?
“ Swordsman?”
“ I am also the last true swordsman in existence.”
< Move up to front of train>
“ So just stay here and I will get you through this.”
< Move up>
“ Have faith in me. I swear on my elven honour”
< You are required to move up. So that you can assist me with my plan for success>
“ You will be safe here. Trust me when I say this so long as they are in 30 meters of me it is already my win”
Haaaa it seems like it is time to choose.
< I have need of you.>
< Que will be safe with her but you need to go run interference.>
And that settles it I guess. I stand up and say
“ Sorry I am going to make my way up to the front like I was told but… I feel I can trust you with Que. If me moving to the front will help then so be it. Also no fear so”
I turn and walk away but just as I am about to leave I hear Que say “ It was as if he never had his ass kicked by you the way he talks”
“ Well I offered him but oh well he can go be a fuck”
“ Oh wait if he dies…”
I feel a jingle in the back of my collar as then a surprising familiar feeling of having a snake crawling through my shirt and wrapping itself around my neck.
Vin seem lost in through and Que whispers in my ear “ You can’t run from pancakes”
Then Vin stands up and walk towards the other door. Then I hear gunshots and Vin quick walks towards the noise. At some point she his her ears in her hair.
< K has engaged the enemy and now V will also engage the enemy. I hold little doubt on their victory but what you will do is hijack the front train cart and disconnect it from the rest then I will place you on a different rail allowing you to escape.>
“ Why didn’t you let me explain that to the elf”
It was Que who answered “ V wouldn’t trust G if her life depended on it and G like to show V what would have happened if V listened to G so V will feel guilty”.
“ How petty”
< notification: she is the petty one>
The rattle of gunfire echoes.
I make my way to the cart in front so to attempt to do as I am told but the moment I entered the cart a man in an full black uniform suit combination opens the door on the other side. Ar first he stands there and smiles. He flips a coin he had in his left hand and when it lands he looks at it. Tails.
He draw a large revolver and I trun to run. Then I hit the floor face first as a loud bang follows soon after. I feel a hole in me and… I don’t know what I am supposed to feel right now but I have been shot.