The Psychocybertronic Man
Chapter 2: The Warrior and the Maiden
Authors Note: I personally would like to thank my good friend Spawnspectre for introducing me to the weird, wild world of bishojo games. One of the characters mentioned in this story is from Hitomi-My Stepsister that is one of his faves and mine as well. I hope you enjoy my friend-Steve
Masayoshi Takahata was having the dream again. He saw his body as if he was hovering from some other plane of existence watching them take the organs out and replacing them with slick brightly colored ones. He could not remember a time where he did not dream this, or how long he had been eighteen years old. He woke with a jolt, snapping himself out of the dream. His sister Rumi looked at him.
"The dream again bro?" she said.
"Yes, same as always." Masayoshi said. He could feel Rumi's hard member against him.
"Want your sister to fix it?" She said. Rumi was born a hermaphrodite, but his knowledge had told him there were no such things in the human species. He did not know the proper terminology. He also could not remember a time when he and his friends had not lived such a libertine lifestyle.
"I'm not gay sis, you know that." Masayoshi said. Rumi sighed and covered herself with a blanket. Masayoshi closed his eyes and fell back into sleep. It was dreamless.
Pastor Corrine Cox sat in the rectory office of the Death City United Methodist Church. She was dictothoughting, the church bulletin when her secretary stopped her mid-stream.
"He's here, Pastor." She said, pushing up her pink framed glasses.
"Good, good, send him in." The Pastor said and watched as the imposing man walked in.
At six, foot five inches and two hundred pounds of lean muscle, "Crazy" Yitzhak Strikemore was one man you did not want to meet in an alley. Dressed in a black duster jacket with thigh high steel toe cowboy boots and black cotton shirt, he cut an imposing figure in the small room in the basement. Stubble covered his square jaw, the only thing visible under his black cowboy hat besides his blue eyes that shone like sapphires in the dim light.
"Please sit down." Cox, said. Yitzhak sat. "Can I offer you something to drink?"
"Scotch, single malt." Yitzhak's raspy voice said.
"I am afraid I don't consume spirits, I do have Pepsi or Coke." She said.
"Fuck that shit, I don't trust corporate drinks, not since the camps." He said.
"Please watch your language we are in a house of god." Cox said.
"Then let's get the heavy seven out of the way: Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits." Yitzhak
"I expected one of the best religious assassins in the country; I didn't expect him to be so profane." Cox said.
"You get that spending time in the camps." Yitzhak said.
"I also understand you don't accept Jesus Christ as your lord and savior." Cox said.
"For some, my religion would be a problem. I don't discriminate. I work for all denominations from Catholic on down. Judaism is just my thing, I was raised that way." Yitzhak said. Cox placed a file on the desk, Yitzhak picked it up.
"You know then about the Christian church's mortal enemy now." Cox said.
"The Armnagonians? I dealt with them in the camps. They're sick bastards. I assume this guy is one of them?" he said.
"Their racist beliefs and penchant for deviant sexual behavior is troubling. The man there is the 'Grand High Blee-nee' Edwin McEllethorp. The Armnagonians believe that they are descendants of all holy people in heaven. The Blee-nee is supposed to be the grandson of Christ himself. They also think earth is a second heaven that was created just in case of overcrowding." Cox said.
"I lived with these bastards, I know how they operate. Have you ever seen an Armnagoinian birthing experiment? They believe a child is perfect once the reach thirteen years old and those young children are satanic tools. They gave women drugs to stave off labor until the child was thirteen. None survived; their bodies were torn apart from the inside. I had to bury those bodies; I don't want anyone else to go through that." Yitzhak said.
"They're supposed to have one of their orgies tonight. The location is in the file. Now to discuss payment," Yitzhak stopped Cox.
"I don't discuss cash, nor do I deal with any other physical forms of payment until the job is done." He said.
"How much, give me a rough estimate?" She said.
"Ten or twenty Olberman's and maybe a couple of Maddow's for good measure. I don't deal with the previous regime's currency." He said.
"Yes of course." Cox said.
"What's your style?" Yitzhak said.
"I beg your Pardon?" Pastor Cox said.
"I have two methods. One is a special kind of nine-millimeter semi-automatic pistol that leaves no marks for ballistic teams. The other is my swords. These swords cauterize blood vessels, sealing them shut, preventing bleeding, and blood spray. Now I have it on good authority that there might be some sympathizers in the Death City PD, The gun is not perfect, I load the bullets by hand and my fingerprints may be on them, and it's slow and tedious. After that loon shot that congresswoman in the head in 2010, the US doesn't allow high capacity magazines anymore. The swords are quick and clean no muss no fuss. Take your pick." Yitzhak said
"The swords for sure, I want them all dead. The head office in Steubenville wants them dead too." Cox said.
"My work here is done then; you'll receive a message no later than three hours from when the job is finished." Yitzhak said and walked out of the room as silently as he came in.
Maka stood over the body of Andrew Bushnell, The young man's expression at once blank and one of immense terror. Soul walked over with a cup of no-caf NOS, Maka sipped and grimaced.
"Do they have something else other than energy drinks here?" She said.
"Sorry toots, this is a perceptionspace café, they only serve two things, full-caf and no-caf. It was this or Blue Agave Full Throttle with a shot of Jolt Cola and Mountain Dew." Soul said, doing his best Edward G Robinson.
"If you don't knock that shit off I am going to chop you again." Maka said.
"And I warned you about internal affairs did I not?" Soul said.
"Whatever! Where is the guy who was out on the street shouting?" She said.
"In the back room, he's hyperventilating, panicking like hell. EMS is going to give him some liquid Valium to help him relax. "Soul said.
"I am going to go talk to him before they knock him out." Maka said and walked toward the back office room.
At sixteen, Nicholas Bufferton, was more or less a fan of PC gaming than consoles. He liked them because he could mod things in games from the 20th and 21st century like Carmageddon and Fallout 3. He had a secret vice too, Bishojo games, also known as eroge. These games were porn, with a good plot and the god like power of controlling the storyline. He had found his Descendant's stash while visiting his ancestral home of Portugal. Portugal was now called the Beckland after former president Glen Beck who led the charge for taking over the nation. He heard on the news that President Stevenson was returning sovereignty to all nations in two weeks, the world would be normal. For now he sat there remembering the young man dying, his perceptionspace glasses blinking black X's on the lenses a signal the brain had shut down. He looked up and saw the thirty something detective walk into the room. Her chest was small, about a few inches shy of being a B-cup and her blond hair tied in pigtails.
"I'm Detective Albarn," The woman said, "I just need to ask you a few questions and then the EMT's are going to give you something to calm you down okay?" She said smiling.
"Yeah sure, w-what do you want to know?" Nicholas said.
"Did you notice anything odd before the victim passed on?" Maka asked.
"His game changed, it went from Zelda to some girl with cat ears. It looked like something out of anime." Nicholas said.
"Do you carry any sort of Anime games here, Bishojo or anything that would have those kinds of graphics?" Maka said.
"We carry some games that are drawn that way. This wasn't one of them, it's Myamoto café policy not to allow our users to play erotic games due to their content. It may disturb other players." He said.
"Does your café keep a log of its entire user's activity?" Maka asked
"You'd need to talk to my manager Mike, he just so happens to be in New Wasilla for vacation." He said.
"Here's my card, "Maka said handing him a silver data disc, "Tell him we need those records." Nicholas nodded. Maka patted his head and walked off.
"Ox's collector came for the body, should be down at the Coroner now." Soul said.
"How much you wanna bet its ash again." Maka said.
"I don't bet on much now." Soul said and tossed his Styrofoam cup in the Pikachu garbage can. The can made a "Pika Pika" sound thanking him for throwing away trash. Soul gave it the finger.
Hitomi Maejima lay on the cold stone altar. Her wrists and ankles shackled, she looked at the bright white light above her closing her eyes to shield herself from it. From below her vantage point, she heard a man speak with a booming voice.
"Brothers and sisters, in the name of Armnagon, the holy son of Christ, the one who made us perfect like his father and for whom we have power. I welcome you all to tonight's gathering. In the immortal words of the elder Schnee-graa 'Schtood Barak Schtood, Ikka Ikka brusht' which means we are Christ so therefore we are perfect. "The man said.
"In life we are hosts so we give ourselves to the holy lord of hosts." A group chanted.
"We have tonight the makings of a dynasty; Sister Yoko has given us her only daughter as god gave us his only son. She is a virgin so we must make her full, to make her one of the holy children of Armnagon, son of Christ. Who among you wishes to plant your seed for a holier, perfect planet?"
Hitomi was in shock; her mother had set her up. She was to be raped by this group of religious cultists she assumed was just a fad. Hitomi writhed in her bonds as a young man with tousled brown hair and a slim body walked up to her. "Praise our holy father and grandfather." The young man shouted and climbed on top of Hitomi. Just then a raspy voice spoke.
"Hey, bubba? You do know rape is still illegal, in the United States don't' cha?" The Voice said. The young man turned but saw nothing. Then he felt the cold steel slice through his neck and cut off his head.
Edwin McEllethorp looked up and saw Yitzhak standing on the stone ziggurat.
"Edwin McEllethorp, in the name of Jesus Christ lord and savior of all men, I judge you for your sins. For the sins of lust and gluttony, I sentence you and your flock to death. May hell await thee with open arms, for the gates are shut and the kingdom forbidden to thy presence." Yitzhak said.
"Get that interloper, he defies Christ's perfect kingdom!" McEllethorp shouted.
"Come and get me boys!" Yitzhak shouted. Men and women rushed up the steps, Unarmed they tried to fight the man with their bare hands. One by one heads, arms, and legs were removed. Hearts and lungs were pierced with lightning fast speed. The dead and dying lay in a heap around the ziggurat, Yitzhak stepped on the bodies; moans of pain mixed with slick crunching sounds filled the temple. McEllethorp hunched in a corner in fear.
"Who are you?" he said.
"I am the lord thy god!" Yitzhak said and raised his Katana. McEllethorp slammed a blade into Yitzhak's side. The assassin hissed clutched the bleeding wound. Angrily Yitzhak slammed the sword straight down into the top of the leader's skull.
"Help!" Hitomi cried. Yitzhak limped up the Ziggurat steps and stood over the girl. He pulled out a small device that looked like a USB cable and placed it into the stone port at the front. The bonds snapped open; Hitomi got up from the table and raced over to Yitzhak. Wrapping her arms around him, he could feel the heat of her body. The scent of her femininity mixed with fear and sacred oils overcame him.
"Ya okay kid?" Yitzhak said. Hitomi nodded. Pulling one of the banners off the altar, he wrapped her up and helped her down. Hopping on his motorcycle, he touched where he was stabbed and felt muscle and bone.
"Hang on, we're going full throttle." Yitzhak said and raced off to Jean's store.
By the time Yitzhak made it to Jean's store one third of his abdomen had dissolved. Hobbling through the door with Hitomi, Yitzhak looked around.
"Jean? Ya there hon?" Yitzhak called out to his girlfriend.
"Yeah, shut the fucking door I am gonna stick to this damn chair." She shouted. Hitomi shut the door and shivered at the bitter cold store. Jean made her way to the front; one of her plastic sacs had opened and was dripping. She mopped it up with a pink towel.
"Jesus Christ Yitzhak what the hell happened to you?" She said.
"Long story, can ya get Kid over here, I mean ASAP?" Yitzhak said.
"Sure thing, what about this girl, she must be freezing her ass off?" Jean said.
"Start a fire in one of the guest chambers upstairs. Hitomi, go upstairs and enter in the code j316 okay?" Yitzhak said, the girl shivered out a nod and raced upstairs. Yitzhak lay on a bed in the back room; Jean unbuttoned his shirt and saw his body, once strong and proud dissolving. She pressed the comlink and called Kid.
"He's gonna die." Kid said. "If we let it run its course I'd say twenty minutes, that's a rough estimate."
"Do you know what it is?" Jean said.
"It is a dissolvent, supposedly designed in the camps by the Armnagonians doctors there. It was meant to try to allow the human body to dissolve during sleep and produce waves that would allow the person's peers to see them even when they were not there. Only what they ended up making was a nasty flesh-eating virus." Kid said.
"Do you have anything to," Jean said, Kid nodded.
"It's a mixture of Valium and ethanol, it will put him to sleep then stop his heart." Kid said.
"I don't want to watch." Jean said her tears freezing to her cheeks. Kid held the woman close to him, her body felt like living clay. Kid walked in and smiled at Yitzhak. His skull and ribcage stuck out, the heart still pumping, the veins like little blue highways.
"So this is the end of old Yitzhak huh?" He said.
"I am sorry my friend." Kid said.
"Shoulda known the bastards would hit me with some bioweapons someday, oh well, I've lived a good life." Yitzhak said. Kid pulled out one of his syringes and filled it with a green liquid.
"Before ya shoot me up for my final round there bubba, you think you can do me one favor?" Yitzhak said.
"Anything." Kid said.
"There's a girl in the guest chamber, name's Hitomi. Damn bastards tried to rape her tonight and she has no home. I was wondering if you could give her what she needs. I know Liz can't have kids because of that accident in the camp." Yitzhak said.
"Sure thing." Kid said.
"Well this is the end." Yitzhak said as Injected him with the fluid. Yitzhak began to sing softly an old hymn from the 20th century. "Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee, How great Thou art! How great Thou art! Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee, How great Thou art! How great Thou art!" His voice trailing off as he faded into unconsciousness, Kid broke down and sobbed loudly. Jean placed her hand on his shoulder.
"You got the girl to think about now. Go, be happy." Jean said. Kid walked up to the guest chamber and punched in the code. He looked at the dark haired girl sleeping in one of Yitzhak's silk pajamas.
"Hitomi?" Kid said. The girl stirred and then opened her eyes.
"Where's Yitzhak?" She said her voice small and weak.
"He's dead. I wish you could have known him. He was a wonderful man. He made me promise to take care of you. I live just a block from here. You'll love my house, it's got a lot of neat computers and games and everything a girl like you would want. What do you say?" Kid said. Hitomi wrapped her arms around Kid in a hug.
"I'll be a good daughter otousan, so please don't hate me." Kid wiped away a tear and helped her down the steps to their new life.
TBC