A week has passed on these roads. long has the natural scenery faded behind us. We've arrived in Jhorden. The playground of the rich and affluent. Where dealings that often affect the entire city are conducted behind the closed doors of pent house sweets and gambling dens.
People call it the place where gold comes to dissappear, rightfully so in my opinion. Its a sespool of debauchery and excess but a beautiful one with towering high-rises standing next to the lush greenery of far reaching parks and we'll kempt waterways. Shame I'm merely passing through.
I can't help but silently gawk at the high pedigree escorts. The kind that'd leave you bankrupt and satisfied. It took us four days to finally leave the reach of the district behind us.
once again we're on the open highway. This time there's nothing In sight but rocky expanse. A sharp contrast from the yellow fields. The smell of sut permeates the air. slightly burning the nose and irritating the lungs, even with the window up the scent is still so thick. I distract myself with music, my bare back resting upon the leathery seat, sweating in an attempt to tolerate the heat. Maurice plays on the radio, this time sining of his obsession with the open road and the freedom it brings, I sympathize.
Another week passes with an additional four days in change. We've finally arrived at our destination, potlock. A mostly dull district where not much happens. Only the boring choose to reside here.
Eventually we stop infront of a quaint little house constructed of wood painted white. it's roof of curvy bricks along with its wooden fence painted green. As always we come in darkness. the wide suburban streets lit by tall streetlights.
Not much is happening, barely even a sound is heard from so many houses.
I've lost count of how many cigarettes I've had for the day, doesn't matter either way.
Kogen leads the way, Don follows behind leisurely. our faces obscured but not entirely indiscernable. Three knocks later a man with shaggy hair peeks through the curtain, Don and I stand out of view while kogen makes himself know. A few clicks later the door opens and all three of us step inside. Don leading the way as he forces himself infront of kogen and the door. The man's face morphs in surprise and panic. Before things escalates I said to him" calm down. don't make a fuss. You can guess what'd happen if u do." He smartly listens. backing off to the side as he observes us with a nervous face. The door closes and I ask" is anyone home with you?"
" n...no" he shakily replies. I can't help but think that his purple shirt and yellow jeans are a terrible combination of colors. Clearly he cannot dress himself.
" good, you know why we're here, so don't waste our time. no harm will come to you once we get what we want." I said while trying to reassure him. Our coverd faces working to establish such a false statement, why cover you're face If it's the last thing they'd see.
" Ok... it..it's in the pantry." He replied. interesting hiding place, I signal him to lead the way. slowly we walk to the pantry, my footsteps echoes softly behind him. From his shoulders I can see his slight trembles.
On a shelf with jarred stuffs I presume to be pickles and home made wines he stretches to reach for a black box hidden behind such things.
with it in his hand we walk back to Don and his brother.
After confirming that they're the ministers things, I peruse the house, making sure that no one else is here. It has a standard layout. A boring dining room, kitchen, leisure room. upstairs two bedrooms with horrid red carpets.
Now it's time to settle this.
Kogen has to die and so does his brother. But the problem arises if both of them disappear. It'd be obvious to deduce foul play. But not much other options are available. All I can do at this point is to make sure one is perceived as an accident. Easily seen through but it's a shame it can't be done cleaner.
I leave the two with Don as I head to my car. In the glove compartment are a few miscellaneous things, the most used among them are the many medications. one in particular is a notoriously difficult to detect sleeping agent.
Without wasting time I inject both of them, the brother got enough to send him into a coma with failing organs. I then carry him to his bed.
I start a fire in the small metal paper bin and toppled it over on the carpet. In time the carpet ignites, leaving the room in Flames and darkening smoke. Don and I together carry the sleeping kogen to the car before the rest of the house catches fire. In silence we leave as we came, two cars in darkness. The brother is likely to burn alive before help comes but there is always the possibility he'll survive. A minor risk for a well done job I suppose.
Back on the road we go. This time I take the lead, driving at high speeds down this seemingly endless highway which few others seem to frequent this time of year. Like a roaring lion the engine makes itself known. The heavy breeze beats upon my hand hanging from the door. Fourth cigarette. I'm in quite the good mood, jovial even. We drive for miles on this highway, and it's time to berid of the final piece. So I decide to end this job with kogens permanent stay in this barren rocky place. The heavy scent of sutt hangs in the air, thickening as we head further off the path, leaving the highway behind.
Kogen has long since awoken, as expected he panicked and we had to stop for a while and tie him up. All the way balling and crying.
Far off in this place of hot rocks and sutt, we stop. He pleads for his life, screaming of injustice and mercy. Trying to bargen his way out. yet before the pleading ended. His brain matter along with blood splatters on the many rocks, partially evaporating under the heat. A gaping hole is left in his head as he falls to the ground with dead eyes. " finally. fucking bitch" Don kicks his corpse. Still angry from the blow he received in kogens escape attempt. He rubs the back of his head while saying" let's get out of this fucking place."
I doused the body in lighter fluid then set it ablaze. This place will ensure it burns to ash, its native scent too will mask the scent.
Finally, the job is done and so we leave this place behind.
Twelve days later we arrive in jhorden. The bustling streets and dazzling scenery successfully tempt me with the help of Don's coercion. Some fun wouldn't hurt and this is the best place to play. Especially with the moon fall festival commencing in a day. I just got paid so it's about time I had some real fun.
Lastly Don gets rid of kogens car in a lot unrequited. With that, all the evidence has been dealt with.
" damn, the air here is always sweeter." Don said while admiring the scenery. His head stretched up as he analyzes his finitude compared to the grand scale of this place.
Skyscrapers gleame of gold paint, indecernable from what it replicates. Ridiculously wide streets stretch far, winding and segmenting everything. Despite its size, cars yet still fill wide birth. All of high end designs and construction.
The dustrict of gold that never sleeps. Countless people walk the streets, decked in the finer things. Excitement for the festival looms overhead. The party has already begun.
Sixth cigarette, This time with a pinch of coak.
It trally gets me energized.
The night sky hangs high above bright streetlights. Twinkling stars dancing in the sky, unshy and embolden. My mind floats in euphoria, joyful, content, calm even. But this wouldn't last. it never does. Nothing ever does.
First we find a hotel to stay. A nice place, with all the parts for fun. We find it in the loveless hotel. A penthouse suite high above, overlooking the street, All around glass provide an impressive view.
I call for some psychedelics with some coak. Before too long we were high and inebriated. We prowler the streets looking for fun, and sure enough we found it, alot of it. Perhaps too much of it.
My memory starts to blur. Like wild children we first found a club, lively with many exotic characters and flavored things, especially the peacock dancers colorfully displaying their assets in coriographed danceing to excitingly fast paced music. They flutter all about the place. Naked as they shake from side to side. Don managed to get one's fancy and proceeded to fuck her then and there. Like a stallion he performed with the cheers of the crowd. I myself find a quiet corner to enjoy the place, Drink in hand while I wait for him to tire himself out. We eventually leave for a bustling fight club famous for its gory events. Making bets on who dies like an animal. I bet on a man by the name of the choker, he fought tenaciously but the fucker still got his neck snapped, the crowd's excited cheers at the pleading of a terrified man is sobering. Quite the shame I lost the bet, five thousand credits down the fucking drain. He was a pussy not worth a shit.
late into the night we ended up in a quiet bar sipping potent rum and eating hot wings.
Sitting at the center table of the bar, surrounded by dark corners. We recuperate. The lively sounds of partying creap in from outside. I imagine the streets are full at this point, lively with perhaps hundreds of thousands of celebrating people.
" I relly mised you... man, been a hile sice we partied ike this" Don said to me, his words slightly slired but I can understand him.
" Yeah," I reply. It's quite an enjoyable night.
From the door suddenly came a gaggle of ladies. tipsy and scantily dressed. Their voices loud and feet wobbly, clearly drunk. Glitter dust stick to their skin alongside streamers and body paint.
Their speech colorfully vulgar.
With all of us being the only ones here we inevitably mingle. Promiscuous girls looking for fun in dark corners, We're inclined to oblige. Despite their sweaty skin, their scent perfumed scents decininates in the air strongly.
" what brought you boys down here." asks a bubbly blond, her silver eyes hypnotic. Her bra's flowery stitching prints through her tight light green tank-top. An imprint of sweat lines her cleavage. " Here for the greatest show ever, the festival of lights." I reply. Our gaze lock for a moment. The passion of desire evident In our eyes. She comes to sit on my lap, her arm hugging me close." it's lovely isn't it. The drearyness of life just fades away for a little while." Her soft voice tickles my ear. " life seems like it's so much more." I reply. my eyes swimming over her tight long legs left bare by that short shorts.
She knows the trail of my eyes and teasingly helps me to a better view. Her heavy breasts leans upon my chest, a coketish smile accompanied by slow yet seductive motions holds my attention. Her three friends smiling chuckle at the side. Tormenting the spent Don with lustful temptation.
" one moment can make it all seem worth it." She continues" one moment for an eternity."
" doesn't sound like a good trade." I add.
" only if you don't know that an eternity and a moment are one in the same." She whispers.
One of her friends suddenly asks" so where are you boys from" Bright eyes and slender. Her demeanor reserved unlike her friends. " We're from the dogs ass. where dreams go to die." Don answered. Slowly giving in to their charms. "...oh, so you're from Juniper. I've been there once. The streets were so filthy."
" is has its charms, the place grows on you" Don replies while shaking his empty glass.
" hey! bar keep, a bottle for the table." Shouted the one on my lap. " let's turn this in a notch."
We become rowdy with rum and good music in our systems. The bar keep joins us in time. He too letting go of his inhibitions. outside the festival grows livelier, soundings through the thick insulated walls. Bottle after bottle we empty. Our minds hazy. I peek at the busy bartkeep fucking one of the girls in a corner, They do not try to discrete about it.
Like animals we mess up the place, breaking the table at some point. Surprisingly couldn't take the weight of two wildly dancing women despite how sturdy it looked.
" come on, let's go. the party sounds better out there" Screamed silver eyes. Her words cutely slired.
" Yeah, lets get this party moving." Don shouts back. His words too are slired.
like that we all 'excluding the two busy ones in the corner' leave the bar and join the partying streets.
The night sky lit colorfully, endlessly bombarded by the never ending fireworks forming intricate outlines. The light show too fights back the twilight of night.
Moving bands on trucks surrounded by thousand of wildly dancing people, some in colourful costumes, most naked and others dressed in common attire. All in some way conforming to the theme of the fabled black witch ritual. A woman painted with coal and tied to a pire represents the witch and the naked represent the ritualites.
The one night of the year when the law takes a break and enforcers join the chaos.
Silver eyes pulls my hand while excitedly leading us into the moving crowd. All around blatant
debauchery and wanton violence. Naked, they bath in the blood if recently slain animals, throwing the bleed dry carcasses onto the moving pire waiting to spontaneously combust at the festivals apex.
Sweaty, salty, loud and hot. We grind on one another, mingling scents giving way to baser instincts.
I look up at the sky once again. This time the dull darkness of twilight has entirely been replaced by a blood red hue emanating from the enlarged red moon slowly dipping below the horizon. Morning won't come, at least for a few days. This we all know, when the moon falls black in the east, the sun hides until it rises grey from the west.
Mixed psychedelic herbs burning in pots deceminating into the air forming a thick mist. I can't tell what's real anymore. I don't understand what I feel anymore. I can barely breath for long. The banging music riles up the crowd, we're barking like dogs, screaming like pleasured whores. Nothing makes sence in our fading world. I imagine we look a pit of wryling snake's from above.
Silver eyes return to me, I don't even know when she left. Or when the others left for that matter.
It all feels so ethereal, 'eery, unreal.'
" come on!, dance with me!, fuck with me. let's be free!" She shouts, her bare breasts jumping along with her. Everything before my eyes glitters and shines. Like a belly dancer she moves her waists with fervor, keeping my eyes and mind. I in kind dance to her rythem, I surrender to her motions. I may be falling in love.
Suddenly, she accosted some random guy for his blue canister with an oxygen mask. He seemed upset at first but changed his tune when silver eyes pointed at me. With an unassuming smile he lets her have the canister and even hands her a small bag of blue pills. " no need to be so ruff, ask next time, enjoy!" he says before dancing off into the distance.
" jackpot. The hardest shit this side of the city. here, have some" She holds a pill with her teeth then forces it down my throat with a sloppy tongue filled kiss. Immediately after she fastenes the mask proper upon my face and releases what's inside the canister. A cool refreshing sensation assaults my nose then lungs.
I cough uncontrollably, my head becoming lighter with every gasp for breath. In the corner of my eye I see her doing the same. Her face flushed with a uphoric smile of absolute joy.
I can feel my heart beat, Its drumming in my ears. My fingers tingle as though touching live electrical wire. I feel a cool sensation spreading. My hands, my face, my head, my feet, my heart. Even my fucking teeth. oh fuck, fuck. I shouldn't have let her drug me with fucking venom. "shit" my eyes begin to blur. All I see becomes double, my hands, the people, the buildings, everything. Worst thing to do on a high is panic but I cannot help it this time. The world begins to morph around me. Silver eye's figure distorts. Her laughing face shifts and twists. I'm hot and cold. Time has become strange along with space, I don't know what's happening or how long it's been like this. People phazing in and out of strange forms. I don't know what's real anymore. Damn my face feels sore, have I been laughing?
Who's this plump bodied woman grinding one me. Her naked flesh drips with blood and sweat. A somewhat listfuly deranged smile stuck in her face. Yes I grind back harder than her. But our little little play gets interupted with a kick to the face by silver eyes. She's quite feisty. " I'm not sharing today bitch." she growls then procedes to straddle me.
My face us sticky, wet with the smell of iron. No, blood. My eyes open to find me in the floor. half naked in blood that isn't mine. An aching body in this place is a sign that I've been stepped on. Suddenly I place goes silent. I look around to see everyone stearing into one direction. My gaze follow to be greeted by the half fallen moon turned pitch black emanating a blood red hue.
A banshies scream suddenly echoes through the place coming from the spontaneously engined fire. The sacrificial woman burns in a flame of interchanging colors, her wails of pain and struggle. Revitalizes the masses. All returning to their wanton ways.
From red to black, grey and black again the Flames burn passionately. Licking her flesh to char and ash. The heat emanating throughout the place.
Where silver eyes. No, where am I? " there you are! here" huh!? oh, when did you get behind me. I'm fukong confused. Ugh! agen she forces a pill and that gass down my throat. Immediately my world starts to spin, from hot to cold my body change. " you disappeared for a while here. I've been looking all over for you" I don't remember leaving her " well, here I am." I can't help but chuckle. did I black out?. where the fuck is Don? " hav u sen the others" I ask. my words broken, stuttering at points. " they're back there somewhere... let's go somewhere private" so she's not an exhibitionist. Surprisingly a private lover. " Yeah," I can't help my smile, we've been nursing this tension all night. But I'm not gonna bother running around looking for privacy.
Right here, right now baby. She's toples so less work. I pill down her Jean shorts. She expectedly struggles but her struggle prove futile." no, hey come on! not like this, not here!" She murmurs to me. Her hands tightly resisting the pull of her shorts. " yes here." I chuckle. while forcing my way. Her shorts rip with a tearing sound. A panicked expression dawn upon her face. " no, fuck no, damn it. shit!"
Her resistance excites me. Entices me. She lack the strength to resist. I bend her over. Those moderately sized breasts sway wildly under my ruff handling. I spy her crotch to find lips so pump they'd leave an immaculate imprint on a rightly thin pants.
She tries to sit on the ground in an attempt to resist. " that won't work." With a soft wisper in her ear I lift her up, spreading her legs in the air. Her shaven crotch is bare for all to see. " no, fuck! I trusted you, please not like this." She struggles harder but doesn't hit me. Perhaps she fears my retaliation or she's inwardly wants it's like this. I don't care for the difference. with one hand I undo my pants, releasing my hard cock. If she's dry I'll just use spit, Regardless she's going to get fucked. I pinn her to the ground, her legs high in the air. Like an animal I force my way into her. Although lubricated with spit there was still some minor discomfort. " Please." she's crying. "thats a good look for you." I know there's a menacing smile on my face. Fuck chafing, you'll get wet eventually. Faster, faster, fuck, yes. Damn, you're so fucking tight. Her back grates on the hard Street. Her face contorts in pain with pleasure hidden deep within. She fights to keep it hidden from me. But I see. I see it all. Her throat in my hand I squeeze forcefully. Tears runs from her eyes, her pleading yet moaning voice breaks and grats. Such soft wails are melodious to my ears. No one pays us any mind. They too are busy in their own indulgence. She can't escape me. she doesn't want to escape me. I finally lose myself. All semblance of the world fades to mist. I hear her groans, her pain under my violent handling.
" YOU!!!," a sudden shout reaches me, sobering my mind. I swiftly look to where the voice came from and in this moment I realized that the rest of my night is fucked. The party is over.
Interupted by this flaming mother fucking. Not of the flesh, His flaming head is the second brightest thing in this place. A body of charcoal encasing and fueling violent orange yellow Flames.
I just know I've got a stupid look on my face. He looks like he's about to explode. The rage in his Flames obvious to see. Those who thread too close get burned. Strange cloth highly resistant to fire cloth his body. light Smoke emanating from him.
" YOU PEACE OF SHIT! IM GONNA KILL YOU BASTARD" The fucker is livid. His dancing Flames wroil like his words.
I throw what's her name asside and speed of into the crowd bur naked, my dick and balls swinging violently.
Fuck! damn. there's a scorching heat licking my back, threatening to scorching my body to ash. I may die here. In fire and vengeance. in my periphery people in place of me are caught in the plums of fire he throws at me. pained screams contribute to my panicking heart.
" YOU'LL NOT GET AWAY THIS TIME YOU PIECE OF SHIT." He's gaining ground on me. the heat on my back intensifies, this fucker definitely gave me second degree burns. Boring and weaving using nearby people as shields I evade cooking. " DON, DON, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, DONN!!!" I sound like a bitch screaming for help out here.
" DIE!!" I'm caught. unable to evade, cornered on all sides by people and buildings. Defenseless.
" hey, bitch!" Don jumps out from some corner of the crowd I couldn't see. A metal pipe in hand. he swings at the solid body parts of charcoal. They both stagger and fall to the ground. A chance. I jump in.stupidely trading bare handed blows with the likes of a flaming djin, I'm beging to get my ass kicked. But we rattle him for a moment and take the opertunity to escape.
" didn't you bring a pistol. where the fuck is it?" Don asks frustratedly." no! it's in the fucking car. " one naked and the other wearing only a shirt, we look comical racing through the street. " Bitch! why the fuck is it in the car"
I don't answer, only focusing on getting to the car. Behind us the sound of stopping feet and heat of licking Flames slowly close the distance.
" I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY THIS TIME!!" That hateful shout comes once again chasing us far.
Sweating from exhaustion, beaten and scarred. " shit man, f-"
" YOU CAN'T ESCALE ME" Another rage filled shout echoes from behind, Interrupting Don and reignited our vigor to run. More bobbing and weaving through crowd's and over cars and branches we finally arrived at our hotel. Immediately we headed down to the underground car park mere feet away my baby waits in the dark, It's glass-like shene glistens in the shadow.
" DIE" another angry shout came from behind, But this time it was far closer, Right next to the ear.
The temperature boils, nothing but dry heat, scorching. I felt death. " ANGELA!, ON! OPEN DOORS" I shout, panicked. Beside me Don suffers as well. Gripping Flames scratch at his back. All is illuminated under the firey yellow Flames. But we receive grase and our salvation. Immediately we dived into the car and shut the doors behind us. Through the glass we saw Flames bathe across the car. Angry, hateful.
I turn on the car using a biometric scanner. A contingency for such situations where I don't have my keys.
" where is the pistol." Don asks,his back bleeding and burnt.
" I the glove compartment." I reply. The engine tears as I turn it on. The car vibrates like a growling dog.
" sanctified bullets?" Don asks.
" there's five." I reply.
" just five!" Don looks at me incredulously. I look back at him plasidly. " those bullets are expensive." I reply. With speed we drive off. leaving the Flames behind.
Don looks to me and asks" why the fuck is a son of the alnaar after you. What the fuck did you do to piss of a fire djinn?"
Weaving through traffic I navigate us to the freeway out of the city.
I take a cigarette from the stash box. The pain on my back pinching. The seat wet with blood.
Don first cleaned his wounds and bandages himself. Then he did the same for me. A but awkward to do while driving but the pain is unbearable. I directed him to the vile of morphine in the glove compatrment. It works wonders for the pain.
I answer his earlier enquiry" he's just from an off shoot branch. "
" you leave for six months and got a djinn on you're ass. what the fuck did you do?"
" I fucked his business and killed his daughter." I answer.
Don freezes. a look of shock on his face. " w-" A sudden loud sound interupts us. In the rear view I see a, FUCKING DRAGONFLY! rapidly flying towards us. It's clear cockpit window shows the pilot to be the djinn.
" bitch! lying through you're teeth. this mother fucker is clearly not from an off shoot branch!" Don shouts in shock. A dragonfly isn't something an ordinary person can get their hands on.
" we can't get away, the bitch going to gun us down." Don said, panicked.
The dragonfly shortens the distance with every moment. With no recourse I flip the black switch hidden beneath the stearing. Like a puzzle box the car morphs slowly into something different, something stronger. From the final gear the stick locks. The doors seal, An artificial display replace the view in the windshield, mimicking the path with a powerful AI. I press harder on x. We go faster and faster. As we increase in speed four counter control boosters reveal themselves on each side of the front.
Despite our increased speed the Dragonfly feels up. Already there's streaks of lightning reflecting off the chassis of the car. The engine bellows, screaming for more, yearning to go faster.
we've long left the city, peeling down the highway back to Juniper. Back to friendly territory. Pearcing pullets trace us all the while.
" so this is what you've been spending you're money on." Don exclaimed. Well what else am I to do? my masterpiece. Cost a fortune but worth it.
" so what the fuck are we gonna do!?" Don cursed nervously.
" calm down" I said. My eyes not daring to avert from the fast pacing road. I flipped the switch for the automated weapons system. From the bonnet came a volly of missiles, all targeting the Dragonfly. Yet it evaded all attempts. I've been egnorant to think that my hardware can compete with military grade Machines.
" shit, you're a sharp shot. take the manual controls and shit the fucker down" I shouted to Don.
" what!?bitch! I don't know how to operate that shit." Don protests.
" its just like a game interface. fuck! get it done or we're gonna die." I reply while engaging the excelerator. Faster every second, with a far greater risk of loosing control.
Don does ss I say and manually took over the controls.
He misses repeatedly as our window of survival closes. every moment that passes the Dragonfly's weapons system increases with accuracy.
" got you bitch!!" Don shouts, immediately after I see the dragonfly's left propulsion enging explode. Blown out by Don.
Like a leaf the dragonfly sways and plumits to the sandy desert on this stretch of the highway.
'yes' the fucker goes down. Sensing the opportunity I drive off the highway and into the harsh desert, chasing the recage of the dragonfly.
Broken and burning the recage of the dragonfly reasts. Struggling to get away from it the Injured djin crawls.
I bring the car to a violent hault. The g force riveting. Disengaging the atom drive I take the pistol from Don, fully loaded and ready. Slowly I walk to the crawling fire djin. His once vibrant Flames now weak and docile. He looks up to me from the sandy ground. " you will pay, the house will avenge me!" he screams. I shot three into his chest. The bullets glowed gold. 'Sanctified by the highest powers' the scum of the earth.
The djin's body crackles and soon turned into stone, then broken unto dust. I head back to the car. it's entire chassis steaming as it cools.
Don standing beside the car asks " problem solved?"
" Yeah, problem solved." I answer. wasting no time I started the engine and peoceed to get as far away from this place as possible. Don asks no question and gets in. we swiftly and quietly driving miles away in a short time.
Took us a week to get back, the familiar dirty streets and silent ambiance greets me homely.
First I went home. A long shower refocused the mind. cleaned wounds and business attire I leave the house in a nicely pressed black suit.
walking to the car I called our chubby official. two rings later he answers plasidly.
I state by business briefly " it is done, I'll tell you when to send the compensation." I ended the call and left the place. Heading for the Boss's office.