“Are you done getting a confession?” Officer Rafe asked behind me breaking me out of vision I tried to capture of the alien in my head.
I got to my feet helpping Miss Waters to her feet and turned to face the officers. “Take Miss Waters to holding. We have a code 50b immigration issue.” I said.
The Judge looked swiftly at Miss Waters as she closed up her jacket and tried to cover herself and then back at me. “I’ll call in Sargent Drake on the swat team to head over to pick her-“
“She won’t be there or at her apartment. She’ll already be on the run.” I said as Ice showed me the park gateway the runner was headed to. “Tell Drake and the swat to head down to the place you interviewed her. I’ll meeting them there to help with the hunt.” I said.
“How the hell would you know that?” The Judge asked in annoyance.
I stared at him. “I am Authority. I have eyes everywhere.”
“Mr. Page. What will happened to me?” Miss Waters asked.
I didn’t have time for this shit. I smiled at her. “I will handle your case we’ll go through the proper channels and I will get you a proper resolution.” I said guiding her to the officers who hearded her away. The Judge stayed behind.
I reached inside my pocket for my detapad and sent a group message to Drake and King Gino Fish. “Do you have a location on her brother?” I asked The Judge as I texted Drake a short reply to what we had to deal with.
Level 5 Alien shit bag playing god on the run. Meet me at 6th Golden Road. Purple district. – Dallas
The Judge grimanced but nodded. “Yeah. He’s at the station waiting for us to bring her down with her corporate authority defense team. The boys at the station will keep him busy at the station. We should head to the nearest border she’ll be making a run for it.”
I shook my head. “There’s more then one border. She won’t be taking the usual route. I know of one in purple district.” I said and looked at my detapad as I got reply from Drake.
The hunt is on – Drake
City is on lockdown. Find and delete alien shitbag. – GinoFish
“What the hell happened to her.” The Judge asked me as he followed me out of the condo outside.
The alarms were going off to indicate the city was going into lockdown.
I turned to him.
“Miss Waters deleted Brent as he attempted to violate her under the orders of your fucking witness. Her mutation broke out and drove her insane afterward and the foreigner used the moment to craft a good bullshit story. We’ve already lost enough time. Let’s move.” I said rounding my crusier and jumping inside. Ice the Elder Dragon was in the passenger seat. I started the engine and took off down the road.
“I thought I told you I didn’t want any part in your alien political issues.”
I felt Ice’s sardonic smile. “I am Authority. I have eyes everywhere. I like that line Jr. It’s not my doing that this pretend God invaded this realm. You have to accept what you are and the lessor beings you will attract to challenge your Authority.”
“I live my own life old man. I only started getting into this shit after I finished my internship under you.”
Ice shrugged unconcerned with my words. “You took on the job Jr. You’ll have to deal with the consequences sense you became Authority.”
I am an artist to my core. Always have been always will be. Creating and crafting art gives me life. It adds joy and energy to me. But this isn’t the legacy entirely I want to leave behind.
I don’t fear death. I never have. I have my beliefs about it and an after life but in all honesty I really didn’t fear death even before I came to my own beliefs about it. I didn’t fully understand why that is until I started reading philosophy and really examining the weirdness of why I don’t fear dying.
Death isn’t something to fear at all. It’s like fearing the sun rising and setting and the end of this universe whinning down to nothing.
It is what it is. As the saying goes.
I fear. No. I HATE wasting time. I hate having to figure out to late I wasted a day on some bullshit I could have not done and I could have spent a day finishing writing a book, playing on my keyboard or shooting the shit with my brother or doing another shift at my day job.
I hate wasting time. I have a purpose. I know who I am and I know where I have been and I know my death is scheduled in my Callander in the mid to late century so I want to leave something behind before I go the way of my ancestors. Yes. I am an old fuck.
I like maps. I like knowing where I am going and having a reference point to go by to get where I need to be. That’s what I want my legacy to be. I want to be a map maker. A guy that gives advice, encouragement and wisdom to people that are where I was in life or help them avoid the traps I had to dig my way out of. I’m not about bring more bullshit into this fucking world.
I’m NOT an altruistic guy either. (Altruism is some bullshit too but I’ll save that for another post) I just know what it’s like having to figure my way out of shit and nobody giving a damn to teach me or knowing how to tell me where the fucking traps where ahead in life. Some people will take my advice or encouragement. Some people can tell me to go fuck myself. I’m cool either way.
I found the source of the strange twisting of elements in the condo in the living room. She was sitting on the floor with a blaster in her hands pointed to her own chin.
She was naked but for a brown trench coat a pair of boots and glowed with green glow that flickered on her body. She had a glassed eyes dead stare that was haunting if I didn’t hear her breathing I would think she was dead. Her hair kept switching between a jade tint to a normal brunette color. She was a new mutant in a state of shock because of her new physical state. The change had broke out on her suddenly fractured her mental level ground. She was still adjusting or trying to figure out what reality she was in.
“What are you?” She asked in a voice barely above whisper or soft husky hiss tone.
“Miss Waters. I’m Authority Dallas Page. You asked for my judgment in your case. Please, tell me your side of what happened.” I said.
She looked at me with earth shaking eyes. “What are you?” She asked again.
“I’m an archetype of Ice the Elder Dragon to Cyberpunk and the three elemental aliens. Like you are of Earth. I’m here to help you. Tell me what happened.” I carefully. I wanted to get this case going and not have to deal with the lady let alone touch her. Already I had revealed to much of myself. I couldn’t risk alienating myself more in the authorities sector or dealing with what I really was.
She smiled. It was sexy ass fuck grin. Her direct stare saw into my soul and the hidden places I didn’t dare too go. She saw the hidden secrets I haven’t even discovered. A Deadly combination. Still I could see she wasn’t entirely in control of herself. Someone else or something else was speaking through her. Her element maybe or the Earth Dragon personality. “Your not like me at all. Are you one of them? What are you?” She said commanding me now to obey her.
This wasn’t going where I wanted it to go. Already I could feel that otherside of me coming to the surface. “I am Authority. I am not here to answer your questions.. Tell me your story or I will decide your judgement here and now.” I said losing a grip on my other self.
Miss Waters blinked and stared at me with normal eyes. She dropping the weapon. I reached out my hand freezing it in a dome of ice. She stared at me as I walked over and I sat down in a chair near her.
“So…how did you end up with that blaster in your hands? Was it before or after you came into maturity.” I asked her.
Miss Waters shook her head. “I’m not a mutant elemental. It was something else. I didn’t kill Bruce.”
I held up a hand. “So..tell me what happened in a calm voice. I’m listening.”
My world building started out with this muck up design of a world of mist and colorful character center piece one off stories. I didn’t intend from the jump to craft the world or knew entirely where I was going all I had was the characters and a need to just figure out where hell everything was.
I was learning as I was going forming the world by the prospectives of the charecters. The method remains so and carries on with one new addition into 2.0….
My characters old and new interactions with one another is demystifying the world. The lingo and the verbal exchanges are telling of the world they in habit. Now. It’s time to add a little noir into the mix.
Why? Well in general Noir is a element of cyberpunk fiction I have not dived into really adding to the flavor of my world only in parts. It will be a challenge and my pose will have to come up poetic and descriptive elegance but I enjoy the thought of the challenge and besides all that…it’s time to upgrade. Degradation is a modern art form I’m on a diet of currently.
All I have is the road ahead of me. The road behind is only an echo of a time that used to be the present.
I know a dirt nap is at the end of it so I know between now and then I better make the most of my life. In the very least I should play the game properly.
Yeah. Today I find myself introspective about choices that I make and the habits I want to create and old habits I want to take up again.
Old habit is creating more music and art. New habit is to slowly but surely become a weekly investor.
I don’t fear death. I never have.. I am afraid of wasting time doing things that have no meaning to me or add nothing positive to me or anyone else. There’s more then enough bullshit in life I see no point and have no desire to comsume more then my fair share or produce anything more to add to the shit hill.
Still. I find myself wasting time. A thing I hate the most. A thing I fear the most. So…I have but one way to go. I am at a point of no return. I have to push onward.
I’ll put some headphones on my head close my eyes to distractions and just keep walking listening to some self imposed affirmations….
I am an investor….in financial growth and a investor in my own art and self worth…..
I checked my watch waiting for Shena’s arrival at our table. A looked up when someone slipped into the seat in front of me. I stared at Jan.
“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.
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.”
Ice smiled. “Take the stairs Jr. Your not a Airhead like one of my sister’s people.”
I flipped him off and ran for the stairs as he disappeared again.
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!”
I’m taking a lunch break before my next shift in the lunch room sitting in the corner eating a twist and drinking a Dr. Pepper.
In walks two shit kicking cowboys with trucker hats on and yes…neither was is a trucker and I had on my own hat too. We’ll call em. Young gun and old tomahawk.
Anyway, they get into the shit before Old tomahawk sits his ass down next to me.
“You see that’s what the younger generation are like no accountability. No accountability.” OT
“Yeah. What fuck is good in here to eat. What the fuck does that mean?” YG
“Are you fucking serious?! You don’t know what accountability is?!” OT
“Yeah. What fuck is that?” YG
I start laughing.
Young gun gives zero fucks what Old Tomahawk has to say. He is deaf and looking at a chicken burger in the fridge that is for sale.
Stop talking like an old fuck. Nobody 25 or younger gives a fuck what you have too say. Your only 35. Stop that shit!
They get into it after that with Young Gun fucking with Old tomahawk in between topics about spanish words, the weather, goble warming and the fucking weird north Korean education/induction system. All the while Young Gun is telling me how Old Tomahawk is fucking front loading some bullshit about what he knows about geography.
Old Tomahawk has had it and drops the bomb.
“Why you anorexic toothpick. Fuck you.”
I damn nearly pissed myself laughing out loud. That shit hit hard.
Young Gun comes back immediately with this line….
“Well you know what they say about skinny dudes?” YG
Time froze a second and then we all laughed at the shit eatting grin on Young Gun’s face and no fucks given gleam in his eyes. One older skinny dude added some sauce to it.
“He ain’t lying. He telling the truth “
I gave Young Gun a fist bump for that shit. A-. But he hit back with what he had. I turn to my work buddy who is looking around confused.
“What the hell is happening right now?”
I shrugged. Da fuck did I know or give a damn. I was having a good time before I had to work again.
My head hurt like a sum-a-bitch as I felt my mind coming out of a fog state. I opened my eyes to the sight of a white tiled ceiling and sounds of a steady beeping heart monitor to the right side of the hospital bed I was laying on. I was naked but for a hospital gown on my body. I tried to lift my right arm but a heavy wrist strap. I tried my other wrist and the same wrist lock was attached there as well.
I examined the chains tied to the wrist locks. They were pretty heavy but I gave them a little more of a tug and I heard them break. I didn’t get up just yet because someone was coming into the room.
I lay back calmly. A man in dressed in a lab jacket, dress shirt and slacks with silver bright eyes behind thick glasses and a nervous smile came in followed by a man dressed in a dark suit with amber gold eyes and snide smile.
“Miss. Shena Waters. Happy Birthday. Your client who ordered you is here to collect you.”
Hmm. I was clone then. A clone of who though was the question. Why had they chained me though?
I looked at the man. “What service did you need me to perform? Mr…” I said pretending to focus on him while I could sense the Doctor bringing out a device of some kind as he moved to my right closer to the bed.
“I am Hank Waters. You are my sister’s clone. I had you engineered to, be stronger, faster, deadler then the most powerful elementals.. You are going to kill a man that got her killer off out of prison. You have one job. Well two. Kill Lilly’s murder and his lawyer Dallas Page. I don’t care in what order you do it.”
I nodded and then moved fast springing out of the bed grabbing the device from the doctor and shoving him aside across the room. I held up the device examining it and the timer on it. “Looks pretty dangerous to me. You were planning on using this to keep me in line instead of paying me.”
Waters blinked and smiled an honest amused smile. “Yeah. I thought about threatening you to do the job with your life. This is much more to my liking though.. 200ebs. How’s that sound?”
“If you mean 200k ebs then you got a deal. I think you can afford it sense cloning is a costly enterprise. Deal? I want it in writing?”
Waters nodded. “Deal. You’ll have it writing. Half now. The other half when the job is done. Happy Birthday Shena. I’m glad your still reasonable.”
I shook my head. “The name is She-Roar. What kind of protection this lawyer has. Must be pretty big.”
Waters shook his head. “Nothing bad you can’t handle. He’s only an archetype for one of the dragons. All you have to do is get close to him and kill him then go after my sister’s killer.”
I nodded and held out my hand. “Money first. Then I’ll get on that.”