I stared at nothing. It didn’t make sense to me. I had completed my Rite of Passage. I had made it back to where my people should be camped for my return trip.
It had been one hell of a two year journey from apprenticeship in under an Authority in the city back to the meet up spot where I had born from nothing. I had done what I needed to do and made it back with new clothes on my back, a job and a new crusier to return to nothing. No one.
I walked around the camping ground with a thought for what the fuck could have happened. No big wheel tire tracks or signs anyone had ever been here. I searched the sands and then I heard my cruiser’s on board communications decker going off. I had a job in the city.
I started running back to my cruiser only to trip over something buried in the sand. I turned back and frowned at the shiny object. I got down on my knees and dug it out. It was a black square chest. I opened it and found one Silver B coin inside. I held it in my hand. That was it. They folded and took to the four winds of the dream realm. I was alone. I got to my feet and let the coin drop from my hand to the sand.
Fuck em. They left me just one fucking B coin to start over with. The fucking losers expected me too take over. I didn’t need em or their fucking traditions or nomandic ways.. I would do alright on my own. I turned to head back to my ride. I made it only five steps before it got to me.
Damn it.
I ran back picked up the coin and hurried back to my ride. I jumped inside closing the door and hitting the starter button as I looked over at my on board screen and stared at my new client’s profile picture and the charge. Murder one?!
Some people hate action movies. Some people prefer romantic comedies. The small minority of today prefer books as their go too art/entertainment.
The Rings of Power is a Television show made by modern day writers. The themes cater to a proticular audience…..
I’m not in that audience. The shit wasn’t made for me so I don’t give a fuck about it.
That audience exists and they will watch and enjoy every second of the art that I view as shit.
I don’t really hate on people that like the shit or think it’s high art. I find the shit interesting because it brings hope to my mind that rich fuckers didn’t just spend a fucking truck full of money just to blow it all on cocain fantastic visions about an audience that would love the fuck out of it.
Realistically speaking the makers of Rings of Power were shooting for the fan base of traditional fans of the Lords of the Rings. They missed from the jump of the first fucking trailer and didn’t have a flying fuck of succeeding because……
They weren’t fans to begin with and it was always about the money. But, they have their audience just not the one they were shooting for.
Disney/Marvel produced a show about She Hulk.
I am a fan of SheHulk. I saw the first trailer. I couldn’t get past how fuck ugly She-hulk looked and then the resting bitch face of the actor that plays She-hulk in normal bitch mode. I knew this shit wasn’t for me. I found who it was for and heard a dude say that fucking ugly green CGi-fuck ugly-jolly green giant was sexy….
I’m not mad at the dude for saying he’s fucking banana balls crazy. I am relieved in a weird way that the people that find this shit amazing and awesome exist….I know who this shit is for….the normal general public.
The normal general public loves this form of entertainment. I maxed out a long fucking time ago. This shit wasn’t made for me. It was made for consumers these products.
For the next decades. Marvel will bring out a ton of this shit and the normal folks will watch every last bit of the shit and enjoy it all. I got no shade for Marvel now because people are buying it. Consuming Disney SheHulk and Marvel movies are how normal people have fun…..
I traded blows with the blond bitch as we finally landed on the city street on top of a car. I rolled off at the same time she did and circled around to her. The Bitch backed up shooting lightning element at me from fingers.
I dodged rolled and came close to her before some asshole tackled me to the ground and started punching me with iron heavy fits. I kneed the clown in the nuts and back kicked him up in the chest knocking him.
Lightning hit me in the chest knocking me back to crusier. My body crushed into the side. I grunted from the pain and then Dallas was in front of me blasting the blond bitch’s lightning back with his element of snow and lightning from his eyes.
I used the crusier to get myself back up to my feet. “Your trying to help me against your girlfriend. I’m flattered.”
“Ex-girlfriend.” Dallas said and grimanced. “I can’t hold this bitch back forever. If your going to do something do it now.” He said.
I looked around for something to throw at her and then I looked at the crusier. I tested the weight to see if I could lift it and was a fit for my part but I finally was able to haul it up and throw it using my legs and a twist of my hips and sent it to her.
The blond bitch stopped attacking Dallas and started running as the cruiser came at her fast and crashed into her back and sandwiched her between another car.
“Nice work Cousin.” Cyberpunk said stepping out of nothing to appear before us in a strange outfit.
I’ll be taking it from here Cous. You and your man better get moving and enjoy your date.” He said walking toward where the blond bitch as she began pushing the cruiser off of her body.
“I’m not your damn cousin, alien and I’m not a damn elemental. Why the fuck did that asshole try to kill me?” I shouted at him.
“Come on. Don’t get caught up in their alien bullshit.” Dallas said.
Dallas took my hand and started pulling away to his fancy black crusier. Cyberpunk didn’t turn just waved me away with a backward hand.
“We’ll talk later little Cous. Short story is…your more then you think you are. You two run along and have sex. It’s a nice night to get laid. I might sneak over to my old lady’s place for a booty call. I’ll catch you later.” He said.
Sex?! Yeah. Sex. Fuck this shit. I hopped into the cruiser passenger side as Dallas hoped in the driver’s seat and took off down the street and then straight up into the Skyways.
I turned to Dallas. “What the fuck is going on?”
Dallas stared at the road. “The fuck I know? My guess the Aliens are fighting about some new bullshit issue and decided we have something to do with it. So Shena. You have a fantastic body. You must be sore from all that fighting and stuff. How about I give you a nice full body massage before we get down to business?”
I couldn’t believe this guy. He was extremely likeable. It was a pity I had to kill him afterward. I needed the other half of my pay after losing my dress. I had to wonder at how calm he was taking everything. “You don’t seem that unnerved by everything. This a usual day for you?”
Dallas grimanced and waved a dismissive hand he later placed on my leg. While he used his other hand to drive. “Not all the time. You handled yourself pretty well though. I’ll make it up to you. I give excellent massages.”
Yeah. This was too normal. I felt to comfortable with this man touching me. I knew without doubt in my mind.
“So…Shena Waters. Was she your wife or girlfriend?”
Dallas frowned shaking his head. “Neither. I was born and raised nomad before my pack folded. But, the old ways kept with me and you agreed with them. Your are my mate.”
“Your mate is dead. I’m her clone and my name is SheRoar.” I said.
Dallas robbed my leg. “I don’t give a damn what you call yourself. Just as long as your mean I’m good. Did I mention I have money and I’m Authority?” He said moving his hand up my leg.
Hmm. “How much money? I need a new dress and wardrobe.” I asked him.
“Your new bitch won’t be coming.” She said and smiled.
I crossed my legs as I smiled at her. “Interesting. So you look exactly the same. What do you want?”
“Your coming with me. I need you to talk with the elder dragon your modeled after. We can talk about us later.”
I shook my head. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do and I don’t tell elder dragons what to do. Your ruining my date by being here.”
I leaned back as she tried grab the front of my shirt. Cyberpunk caught her wrist and frowned at her.
“What the fuck are you doing? You can’t be all acting violent like that Cousin. I told you his maker wouldn’t like it. They got eyes on you. Back off!” Cyberpunk said.
Jan rolled her eyes and jerked her wrist from his grasp and back handed him. Cyberpunk went flying out the bay window of the restaurant down to the city below.
He was going to be pissed when he recovered. Jan reached over grabbing my collar and dragging me across the table.
“Make no mistake about it. You will be coming with me to the Elder’s realm to have a face to face talk with him and convince him to lean toward the righteous path. Hu-man.” She said.
I stared at her as I felt my element start to raise from my core. I touched her wrist freezing her hand in a block of ice. “I don’t interfere in the affairs of aliens. The dragons have their place. This is mean. I am authority. You are just a low tier alien. So FUCK OFF!” I said blasting her with fire and ice from my eyes.
Jan was jerked back toward a brick wall of the restaurant and slid down to floor. She snarled brushing off ice and fire from her clothes to stand and then flew at me reaching for my throat.
I blinked as Shena stood in her underwear between us holding Jan’s throat and wrist. Her lips forming a sexy grin as wrestled with Jan in power struggle of power and lightning.
“Well. Looks like we have a bit of a disgreement here. I do believe he asked you to leave bitch. Let me see you outside.” Shena raced toward the open hole where the bay window had been. They crashed threw the hole falling out.
Holy shit.
I ran window only to be blocked by my maker. He dressed in the same expansive suit sense the first day ten years ago. Everyone in the room bowed to him like he was some high and mighty king.
“What the fuck do you want old man? I told you I wanted no part in your alien political games.”
Dinner had been short partly because we were dancing around in stupid conversation the whole evening along just to get going to his place and getting to hit the backboard. I did for a second think I was going to kill him before I had a little fun but I decided to fuck it and have a little fun and maybe dig through his files in his home office to get a lead on where the fucker that killed Waters’ sister was hiding.
Though there could be a strong possibility the fucker was dead and Waters was in denial. I washed my face in the mirror frowning as I noticed my hair change again to a dirty green color. Hmm. I would need to see the doc about that.
The lights flickered out. I stood in darkness for second and felt somebody behind me. I spun out of the way as lights flickered on for a second and went out I saw the black armored assassin with a lazor blade tried to back stab me.
The lights flickered on from somewhere. I looked around at nothing but empty space and darkness and the fucking assassin.
“Will me your element.”
I frowned at him. “I’m a clone you stupid alien. I have no elements to give you. Your mistaken about-” I leaped up and over his head summersulting over him as he sent a burst of black snow and lightning at me.
He turned slicing my dress up and down the middle until I stood in my bra and panties giving me a long wound across my belly and breast. I snarled in a rage. “That fucking dress cost me half my fee you fucking clown. I’m going to take it out on your ass.”
The assassin moved but I was quicker grabbing his blade and snapping it in half. I came at him as he stared in shock at his weapon for a second. His hesitation gave me the edge I needed to stab him in the chest picked him up and flung him flying into the void until I heard something break against his body and the black void blinked out and I returned to the restroom.
I felt dizy from the blood loss and the rush of the trip back to normal space/time and fell to the floor as I felt a rush of burning. Damn. This was it. I didn’t even get a chance to get my back blown out. The burning spread all over my body. I felt a mixture of pain and rush of energy.
My vision faded as I saw a strange looking man with numbers on his face grinning down at me. “Yo. What’s up Cous. Damn, I thought you were dead, bitch. The jump start is about to kick in. Get ready. It hurts like a sum-a-bitch!”
