Part 2: Born from the Ashes
Roy paced the streets, glaring at everyone who passed his way. A
couple of kids came up to him.
"Lube job mister? We use top-quality silicon oil with Teflon...." The
hooded boys grinned at him.
"I'm not a cyber. Go away." The kids dashed away, laughing at their
mistake.
"Damn kids..." Roy muttered under his breath, and checked to see
that his gun was loaded. A familiar-looking person ran out of a nearby alley,
and ran into him.
"Hey! Watch it you little creep!!" snarled Roy. The person got quickly
up.
"Sorry, sir..."
"Wait!!!" Roy grabbed the person's cap, and it slid off. "Seka!! You little
sneaky brat!!!" The girl trembled, and reached into her coat. Roy whipped his
gun out. Passerby's froze.
"Bitch!! Harlot!! I'll make you pay!!" Roy cocked his gun. People ran off
to get the Factory alerted. Seka glared at Roy. She grabbed something
under her coat.
"What? You gonna hurt me wid a look or a spoon or something?"
Roy chuckled. Something flashed in Seka's eyes.
"Shut up!!" She jumped at Roy, and the silver blade appeared from
under her coat. In one clean sweep, Roy's head was severed from his body, his
face still wearing a bemused expression. Blood poured from the open wound, and
people crowding around the scene gasped, or let out grunts of disgust. Seka
stood there glaring, then her glare turned to a face of shock.
"W-what did I do....??" She stared at the decapitated corpse in
confusion. Then, she turned on her heels and ran.
"Factory!! Coming through!!" The Factory forces arrived just as the
last of the crowd was dispersing. The deckmen looked around in confusion.
"Well, someone clean that up at least...."
* * *
Seka stopped running behind a pile of old cars in the scrap heap. She
caught her breath, and cleaned off her blade on an old rag she had found.
They wouldn't find her here.
She leaned back against a rusting broken Mercedes, and rubbed her
forehead. She couldn't go home now. She would just keep running. It sounded
harder than it probably was, and now that Roy was dead, the bar would be
demolished. All she had to do was stay clear of the hunter-warriors, and she
could make her living off of stealing and killing.
Seka smiled. This life would be exciting, more than cleaning bars and
picking up trash and mopping the floor. Now she was free.
To Be Continued...
Roy paced the streets, glaring at everyone who passed his way. A
couple of kids came up to him.
"Lube job mister? We use top-quality silicon oil with Teflon...." The
hooded boys grinned at him.
"I'm not a cyber. Go away." The kids dashed away, laughing at their
mistake.
"Damn kids..." Roy muttered under his breath, and checked to see
that his gun was loaded. A familiar-looking person ran out of a nearby alley,
and ran into him.
"Hey! Watch it you little creep!!" snarled Roy. The person got quickly
up.
"Sorry, sir..."
"Wait!!!" Roy grabbed the person's cap, and it slid off. "Seka!! You little
sneaky brat!!!" The girl trembled, and reached into her coat. Roy whipped his
gun out. Passerby's froze.
"Bitch!! Harlot!! I'll make you pay!!" Roy cocked his gun. People ran off
to get the Factory alerted. Seka glared at Roy. She grabbed something
under her coat.
"What? You gonna hurt me wid a look or a spoon or something?"
Roy chuckled. Something flashed in Seka's eyes.
"Shut up!!" She jumped at Roy, and the silver blade appeared from
under her coat. In one clean sweep, Roy's head was severed from his body, his
face still wearing a bemused expression. Blood poured from the open wound, and
people crowding around the scene gasped, or let out grunts of disgust. Seka
stood there glaring, then her glare turned to a face of shock.
"W-what did I do....??" She stared at the decapitated corpse in
confusion. Then, she turned on her heels and ran.
"Factory!! Coming through!!" The Factory forces arrived just as the
last of the crowd was dispersing. The deckmen looked around in confusion.
"Well, someone clean that up at least...."
* * *
Seka stopped running behind a pile of old cars in the scrap heap. She
caught her breath, and cleaned off her blade on an old rag she had found.
They wouldn't find her here.
She leaned back against a rusting broken Mercedes, and rubbed her
forehead. She couldn't go home now. She would just keep running. It sounded
harder than it probably was, and now that Roy was dead, the bar would be
demolished. All she had to do was stay clear of the hunter-warriors, and she
could make her living off of stealing and killing.
Seka smiled. This life would be exciting, more than cleaning bars and
picking up trash and mopping the floor. Now she was free.
To Be Continued...