Unplugged and Dangerous
a (terrible) fan fic, and a shameless sequel, by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Chapter Eleven: Complicated
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"Whuut? No quote? Oh yeah, this chapter is a songfic to 'Complicated' by Heavens to Betsy...whatcha gonna do now?" -Heavens to Bikini Kill, in a conversation with no one in particular.
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Hype socked out the grate and tumbled out of the vent. Tyler followed suit, and they both went back to help Psycho Ex out. (Well, actually, it was more of Hype carrying the girl out whilst Tyler stood aside and yelled at her some more.)
Niobe Part Deux was ready to lead the way out of the chateau so they could delete the code (Psycho Ex no longer wanted anything to do with it: "All I'm gettin' is Tyler-nigga and French-nigga on mah ass...I am done with this shit."). Quickly, Tyler grabbed both ladies and dragged them around the corner.
Hype smacked his hand away. "What the fuck?"
Tyler said nothing, and only pointed to Cain and Abel, who were walking right past their previous position, assault weapons in hand. "That could have been our mutilated asses," he mouthed.
"But I thought they liked you?"
"Naw. I told them 'Willard' sucks, they'll never forgive me for that one."
Hype rolled her eyes, and looked around the hall. "I think the coast is clear. We need to get out of here." She quietly pressed herself to the wall, signaling the others to follow suit, but not without lightly brushing Tyler's hand. He looked up and smiled. She didn't return the expression.
--
I don't know how to be good to you
You're too close and you know it too
Nobody has a good enough excuse
I'm just fucked up and so are you
--
They made their way through hall after hall, passing chambers and libraries and dining rooms. Neither Hype nor Tyler knew where they were going. This was bad. Hype turned to Psycho Ex. "Tell me you know your way around here."
Psycho Ex nodded. "That French-nigga showed me the chateau --"
Tyler clucked. "Will you please quit calling the Merovingian that?"
"Fine! How about...Figga? How's that?" she snapped dangerously.
"It's the best we're gonna get..." He grumbled, "Black women, geez..."
Hype and Psycho Ex both smacked him over the head, and Psycho Ex took the lead through the next hall. She turned to Hype. "You know we're in the mountains?"
Hype and Tyler both stopped in their tracks. "What?! Then how did we get here?"
"Don't tell me you guys don't know about the skeleton keys."
Tyler scratched his head in wonder. "For a big booty ho, you sure know a lot about the Matrix."
She looked at him funny. "What's the Matrix?"
Hype smacked Tyler over the head. "OW!"
Psycho Ex giggled. "You know I was just playin'. I know about the Matrix."
Tyler grumbled and rubbed his sore spot, and they reached a door. Hype stared at it rather pointlessly. "You said we're in the mountains."
Psycho Ex nodded. "Yeah.
"So how are we gonna get out of here?"
Psycho Ex held up something small and silver. "I'm black. I know how to jack people." It was, indeed, a skeleton key.
Tyler started at the sight. "The hell?! You stole from the Merovingian?!"
Psycho Ex rolled her eyes. "Don't act dumb, boo. I jacked it from that one werewolf guy...you called him Abel?"
"H-how?!" Tyler sputtered. "Abel is still pretty strong...he could tear you to shreds!"
"I offered to flash," she explained simply.
Tyler narrowed his eyes. "You didn't, right?"
"Why you gotta care?" She turned away, leaving Tyler flustered and irritated. "Anyway, this key will take us right outside of the Crossroads Mall...which is on the exact side of town that your hard line is."
Tyler's jaw dropped to the dusty floor. "How'd you -- ?"
"Ask me no questions, boo. Now let's go." She stuck the key in the keyhole and turned, and all the while Tyler was wondering how she suddenly got such an intellect.
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Hype and Tyler sped down the street, with Psycho Ex in the backseat. The skeleton key proved itself to be useful for carjacking. Tyler refused to let Hype have a say in which car, not really wanting to deprive a poor person of such an expensive investment. They finally decided on a used '87 BMW. No one would miss it.
"Our first order of business is to get you home." Hype looked at Psycho Ex in the rearview mirror.
"Problem? Figga knows where I live. And he still wants that code," Psycho Ex pointed out.
"We'll take you to the Oracle. She'll house you until we jack back in. Problem solved," Tyler answered right back, determined to get rid of his ex for at least a day.
And so they did. Let's skip all of the Oracle's cryptic speak, and just translate it as, "I would be happy to keep her here."
So our rebels sped happily away from the Oracle's apartment. Tyler dialed for Sparks.
"Operator."
"Hard line. Now."
"You're right on track. Just turn right on the next street, then take the second left, and another right until you see a pay phone at the end of the road."
"Thanks. Finally." Tyler hung up before Sparks could swear in response.
He turned to Hype. "Long day, hm?"
Her response was cold. "It's not over yet." Tyler mentally crawled into a corner at her response.
"If it's Delta...I'm sorry for bringing it up, okay?"
"I don't need your apology." She sighed. "Just don't talk about it."
--
I love you so much you could hurt me
So I do it first so you won't see me
Laugh it off and I don't feel it
Hard as rocks and nails underneath
--
"Fine. Let's just get out of here." Tyler stayed silent for the rest of the ride.
Hype watched him dissipate into nothing at the pay phone. Picking up and replacing the receiver, she sighed deeply. She had a feeling that it was going to be a long night once they got back to Zion.
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Hype lay on her cot, staring at the ceiling. So many memories stuffed in her head, they just ricocheted off the walls of her skull, giving her a terrible headache. She and Tyler would not be retrieving Psycho Ex and the code for another two days. In the meantime, she would rest...and remember.
--
Hardly anyone is sincere
All I know is anger that is real
I barely know how true goodness feels
I don't even know how to feel
--
Her primary thoughts flew to Tyler. How annoying he was! And such a hindrance! The courage that he had shown in the Matrix was rare, he'd need two days to build it up again. And yet, behind all of the "face the wall, shawty" and "goddamn ho"...
--
I know I built walls all around
I'm begging you to knock them down
But yours are just as big and mean as mine
Tight defenses and we draw the line
--
She closed her eyes. Fuck Tyler. He was just another fool, running around, hoping he could make a difference. Nobody can make a difference. One person can't make any positive change. Most people don't even want to do it. Delta proved that...
Delta was weak, she decided. He was weak and his weakness betrayed her and her shipmates. There wasn't any other excuse...
--
If you want to go, just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
If you want to go, just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
I don't care if you go, just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
I'll die if you go, just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
--
Delta, Hype, and Fear all ran through the alleys of the city, with Agents Brown, Johnson, and White all following them closely. Fear pulled out a grenade and tossed it behind them, not caring about the consequences.
The explosion did take out Agent White, but the force threw back the rebels further into the alley. Fear's pale skin oozed with blood, his forehead rocking a terrible gash. Hype's face was covered with assorted cuts and bruises along the cheek, and her ribs seemed to be screaming to her brain that they were in pain. Thankfully they weren't broken. Only Delta seemed to be okay enough to face the Agents, and so he did.
Brown's glasses reflected the street lights as he and his partner advanced on the fallen rebels. Hype looked to Delta, a tanned man of few words, and seemed to expect him to attempt to hold them off. He stared at the Agents, and broke off into a sprint.
--
Stop everything
Stop all these fucked up games
Promise me we'll be good to each other
Promise me, I need it signed sealed and delivered
--
He had always been rather cat-like in his movements, for someone of his height. His hands and legs crawled over rungs and fire escapes as he made his way to the rooftop of the old building. The Agents pulled out their Desert Eagles and shot mercilessly at the retreating rebel. He moved quickly, somehow dodging their bullets, as if he were mocking them.
--
Stop everything
Or my heart will break
My pride isn't worth it
Help me this is hurting
--
As the Agents were preoccupied with the traitorous Delta, Hype pulled out her Beretta and hoisted a nearly unconscious Fear onto her side as so to serve as a human crutch. The Agents gave up on Delta and turned back to Hype and Fear.
Shots rang out behind the programs, as Ghost, in Niobe's Firebird, fired pointlessly. Hype took the opportunity of the programs preoccupation, and frontflipped quickly over the two, with Fear in her arms. Going at a full-out sprint, she heard the Agents' bullets whiz by as she threw herself and Fear into the backseat.
--
If you want to go just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
If you want to go just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
--
Hype turned in her seat to see Delta still running from building to building, Agents running along the sidewalk with him. A tear welled up in her eye as Niobe asked, "Why is Delta on the rooftop?"
She only answered, "He left us."
Niobe didn't press the subject.
--
Super girl
She isn't real
I can't fly all alone
I can't even get off the ground
--
Hype's heart stopped at that moment. An Agent had his gun in the air, and a body dropped from three stories high to the concrete.
Niobe and Ghost knew what happened, but they kept silent. Fear fell asleep. All Hype knew what to do was to dial for Power, the Tenshi's operator.
"Operator."
"Fear's asleep. I'm fine. Niobe and Ghost got us."
Power stayed silent on her end of the line. Finally, she spoke. "Hype, Delta is..."
"I know."
--
I don't know what else to say
I don't want to push you away
I need your help today
I can't get off the ground today...
--
"It's complicated," Hype whispered to herself as she drifted off into the world of dreams and tears.
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Wow. I can't believe it. I can't believe I just wrote that. I think I'm getting all teary eyed here...you must understand that I've fallen in love with each and every one of my OCs. I'm a bit too connected, give me a few minutes to get over it...
Oh yes, a bit of trivia, Delta is loosely based a boy I know...very personal stuff at this point, you don't want to hear it. (Oooooh! What's this? Heavens to Bikini Kill once had BOY-DRAMA? Children, gather 'round!)
-Kitsune-Chan- why, thank you. I personally think that my serious writing stinks. Ah yes, and thanks for the summary hint.
Eh, review. Maybe it'll help me get over this bout of depressing writing.
a (terrible) fan fic, and a shameless sequel, by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Chapter Eleven: Complicated
---------------
"Whuut? No quote? Oh yeah, this chapter is a songfic to 'Complicated' by Heavens to Betsy...whatcha gonna do now?" -Heavens to Bikini Kill, in a conversation with no one in particular.
---------------
Hype socked out the grate and tumbled out of the vent. Tyler followed suit, and they both went back to help Psycho Ex out. (Well, actually, it was more of Hype carrying the girl out whilst Tyler stood aside and yelled at her some more.)
Niobe Part Deux was ready to lead the way out of the chateau so they could delete the code (Psycho Ex no longer wanted anything to do with it: "All I'm gettin' is Tyler-nigga and French-nigga on mah ass...I am done with this shit."). Quickly, Tyler grabbed both ladies and dragged them around the corner.
Hype smacked his hand away. "What the fuck?"
Tyler said nothing, and only pointed to Cain and Abel, who were walking right past their previous position, assault weapons in hand. "That could have been our mutilated asses," he mouthed.
"But I thought they liked you?"
"Naw. I told them 'Willard' sucks, they'll never forgive me for that one."
Hype rolled her eyes, and looked around the hall. "I think the coast is clear. We need to get out of here." She quietly pressed herself to the wall, signaling the others to follow suit, but not without lightly brushing Tyler's hand. He looked up and smiled. She didn't return the expression.
--
I don't know how to be good to you
You're too close and you know it too
Nobody has a good enough excuse
I'm just fucked up and so are you
--
They made their way through hall after hall, passing chambers and libraries and dining rooms. Neither Hype nor Tyler knew where they were going. This was bad. Hype turned to Psycho Ex. "Tell me you know your way around here."
Psycho Ex nodded. "That French-nigga showed me the chateau --"
Tyler clucked. "Will you please quit calling the Merovingian that?"
"Fine! How about...Figga? How's that?" she snapped dangerously.
"It's the best we're gonna get..." He grumbled, "Black women, geez..."
Hype and Psycho Ex both smacked him over the head, and Psycho Ex took the lead through the next hall. She turned to Hype. "You know we're in the mountains?"
Hype and Tyler both stopped in their tracks. "What?! Then how did we get here?"
"Don't tell me you guys don't know about the skeleton keys."
Tyler scratched his head in wonder. "For a big booty ho, you sure know a lot about the Matrix."
She looked at him funny. "What's the Matrix?"
Hype smacked Tyler over the head. "OW!"
Psycho Ex giggled. "You know I was just playin'. I know about the Matrix."
Tyler grumbled and rubbed his sore spot, and they reached a door. Hype stared at it rather pointlessly. "You said we're in the mountains."
Psycho Ex nodded. "Yeah.
"So how are we gonna get out of here?"
Psycho Ex held up something small and silver. "I'm black. I know how to jack people." It was, indeed, a skeleton key.
Tyler started at the sight. "The hell?! You stole from the Merovingian?!"
Psycho Ex rolled her eyes. "Don't act dumb, boo. I jacked it from that one werewolf guy...you called him Abel?"
"H-how?!" Tyler sputtered. "Abel is still pretty strong...he could tear you to shreds!"
"I offered to flash," she explained simply.
Tyler narrowed his eyes. "You didn't, right?"
"Why you gotta care?" She turned away, leaving Tyler flustered and irritated. "Anyway, this key will take us right outside of the Crossroads Mall...which is on the exact side of town that your hard line is."
Tyler's jaw dropped to the dusty floor. "How'd you -- ?"
"Ask me no questions, boo. Now let's go." She stuck the key in the keyhole and turned, and all the while Tyler was wondering how she suddenly got such an intellect.
-------
Hype and Tyler sped down the street, with Psycho Ex in the backseat. The skeleton key proved itself to be useful for carjacking. Tyler refused to let Hype have a say in which car, not really wanting to deprive a poor person of such an expensive investment. They finally decided on a used '87 BMW. No one would miss it.
"Our first order of business is to get you home." Hype looked at Psycho Ex in the rearview mirror.
"Problem? Figga knows where I live. And he still wants that code," Psycho Ex pointed out.
"We'll take you to the Oracle. She'll house you until we jack back in. Problem solved," Tyler answered right back, determined to get rid of his ex for at least a day.
And so they did. Let's skip all of the Oracle's cryptic speak, and just translate it as, "I would be happy to keep her here."
So our rebels sped happily away from the Oracle's apartment. Tyler dialed for Sparks.
"Operator."
"Hard line. Now."
"You're right on track. Just turn right on the next street, then take the second left, and another right until you see a pay phone at the end of the road."
"Thanks. Finally." Tyler hung up before Sparks could swear in response.
He turned to Hype. "Long day, hm?"
Her response was cold. "It's not over yet." Tyler mentally crawled into a corner at her response.
"If it's Delta...I'm sorry for bringing it up, okay?"
"I don't need your apology." She sighed. "Just don't talk about it."
--
I love you so much you could hurt me
So I do it first so you won't see me
Laugh it off and I don't feel it
Hard as rocks and nails underneath
--
"Fine. Let's just get out of here." Tyler stayed silent for the rest of the ride.
Hype watched him dissipate into nothing at the pay phone. Picking up and replacing the receiver, she sighed deeply. She had a feeling that it was going to be a long night once they got back to Zion.
------
Hype lay on her cot, staring at the ceiling. So many memories stuffed in her head, they just ricocheted off the walls of her skull, giving her a terrible headache. She and Tyler would not be retrieving Psycho Ex and the code for another two days. In the meantime, she would rest...and remember.
--
Hardly anyone is sincere
All I know is anger that is real
I barely know how true goodness feels
I don't even know how to feel
--
Her primary thoughts flew to Tyler. How annoying he was! And such a hindrance! The courage that he had shown in the Matrix was rare, he'd need two days to build it up again. And yet, behind all of the "face the wall, shawty" and "goddamn ho"...
--
I know I built walls all around
I'm begging you to knock them down
But yours are just as big and mean as mine
Tight defenses and we draw the line
--
She closed her eyes. Fuck Tyler. He was just another fool, running around, hoping he could make a difference. Nobody can make a difference. One person can't make any positive change. Most people don't even want to do it. Delta proved that...
Delta was weak, she decided. He was weak and his weakness betrayed her and her shipmates. There wasn't any other excuse...
--
If you want to go, just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
If you want to go, just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
I don't care if you go, just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
I'll die if you go, just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
--
Delta, Hype, and Fear all ran through the alleys of the city, with Agents Brown, Johnson, and White all following them closely. Fear pulled out a grenade and tossed it behind them, not caring about the consequences.
The explosion did take out Agent White, but the force threw back the rebels further into the alley. Fear's pale skin oozed with blood, his forehead rocking a terrible gash. Hype's face was covered with assorted cuts and bruises along the cheek, and her ribs seemed to be screaming to her brain that they were in pain. Thankfully they weren't broken. Only Delta seemed to be okay enough to face the Agents, and so he did.
Brown's glasses reflected the street lights as he and his partner advanced on the fallen rebels. Hype looked to Delta, a tanned man of few words, and seemed to expect him to attempt to hold them off. He stared at the Agents, and broke off into a sprint.
--
Stop everything
Stop all these fucked up games
Promise me we'll be good to each other
Promise me, I need it signed sealed and delivered
--
He had always been rather cat-like in his movements, for someone of his height. His hands and legs crawled over rungs and fire escapes as he made his way to the rooftop of the old building. The Agents pulled out their Desert Eagles and shot mercilessly at the retreating rebel. He moved quickly, somehow dodging their bullets, as if he were mocking them.
--
Stop everything
Or my heart will break
My pride isn't worth it
Help me this is hurting
--
As the Agents were preoccupied with the traitorous Delta, Hype pulled out her Beretta and hoisted a nearly unconscious Fear onto her side as so to serve as a human crutch. The Agents gave up on Delta and turned back to Hype and Fear.
Shots rang out behind the programs, as Ghost, in Niobe's Firebird, fired pointlessly. Hype took the opportunity of the programs preoccupation, and frontflipped quickly over the two, with Fear in her arms. Going at a full-out sprint, she heard the Agents' bullets whiz by as she threw herself and Fear into the backseat.
--
If you want to go just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
If you want to go just go, just go, just go, just go
And I'll watch you walk away
--
Hype turned in her seat to see Delta still running from building to building, Agents running along the sidewalk with him. A tear welled up in her eye as Niobe asked, "Why is Delta on the rooftop?"
She only answered, "He left us."
Niobe didn't press the subject.
--
Super girl
She isn't real
I can't fly all alone
I can't even get off the ground
--
Hype's heart stopped at that moment. An Agent had his gun in the air, and a body dropped from three stories high to the concrete.
Niobe and Ghost knew what happened, but they kept silent. Fear fell asleep. All Hype knew what to do was to dial for Power, the Tenshi's operator.
"Operator."
"Fear's asleep. I'm fine. Niobe and Ghost got us."
Power stayed silent on her end of the line. Finally, she spoke. "Hype, Delta is..."
"I know."
--
I don't know what else to say
I don't want to push you away
I need your help today
I can't get off the ground today...
--
"It's complicated," Hype whispered to herself as she drifted off into the world of dreams and tears.
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Wow. I can't believe it. I can't believe I just wrote that. I think I'm getting all teary eyed here...you must understand that I've fallen in love with each and every one of my OCs. I'm a bit too connected, give me a few minutes to get over it...
Oh yes, a bit of trivia, Delta is loosely based a boy I know...very personal stuff at this point, you don't want to hear it. (Oooooh! What's this? Heavens to Bikini Kill once had BOY-DRAMA? Children, gather 'round!)
-Kitsune-Chan- why, thank you. I personally think that my serious writing stinks. Ah yes, and thanks for the summary hint.
Eh, review. Maybe it'll help me get over this bout of depressing writing.