SERIAL PROXXY GRIMM: The Reaping

From white shades brightening in the light… The open glass balcony doors expose themselves as the true opposite to the twin closed doors in the negative of the room… Locked with quieted noise, black flashy clothes, and hushed criticisms. Everything is eerily calm and hushed from a noise level that otherwise would have been loud and disruptive.

The bright lights from the balcony doors hurts my eyes… The white sheets covering everything make it all too bright for me… Like an awesome exposure before the shutdown… As I stand stagnant I feel like I’m floating on the sheets gently levitating in the breeze until everything becomes unsettlingly stagnant…. The air is crisp and has lost taste… With every breath I am biting my piece out of the air and feeling it act as pins and needles in my inferior lungs…

Appearing from nowhere….. A woman…

The vanity mirror she sits at looks of old wood without any scent…  “Hey. What the fuck is this?”, I throw out for answering…

She acts as though I’m not there… Just brushing her hair… Her bright red dress hurts my eyes in contrast…

“Can’t you hear me? What the hell’s going on here? Hey! HEY!!!”

As soon as I let out that last yell her eyes affix to me through the mirror… And a smile affirms her face, appearing as if I were watching her in reverse.

With a sudden shock, she slams her open palms down in front of her. After a moment of silence, in a disturbingly deep and altered voice she says,” it’s not forgetting that’s the trick…”

Screams… Contorting of faces… And an intolerable sound. Almost like digitally distorted screams all in unison. It’s almost like an idea is painfully coming to fruition. And then… White… And the silence almost makes a sound.

“You’ve almost found him”, a strange gentle voice says, almost like its within my head. Sounds like a young girl… Emanating innocence in every tone. ” Who?!”, I ask with fear still in my soul. She giggles as if I just said something too absurd to take seriously. Then she calmly pauses and replies, “God, silly…”

 

…TO BE CONTINUED……

Gospel of The Rose Vol. III

                     The Gospel of The Rose Vol. III

1st Key
Chapter I
“What is akin to my children?”, God said,” The finest of all above even my angels which may perform my miracles because thy posses free will which is only something I share with Thou.” The Beauty of thy’s free will is only known by our God. Cometh forth from the sands we know we are. Within that sand lies the memories of thous pre-history. The only thing that makes thou the way of our personality is our memories. That makes us human in part compared to the forms and thisles of this land given to us by Him. Of which we may only say that this creation called “man” is blessed upon our nameless Entity that is eternal. That which has a name had a beginning. The force we called God is nothing more than an underlying force within all we see, making us the people we know. Blessed be thou who knows these sacred facts of that phenomenon called life for it is a sanctified miracle.

Chapter II
What is a miracle? I hast always said,” God is that of chance. All is science. But the unknown art the reason behind the starting of the chain of events that leads to the miraculous outcome.” God said,” My secret must remain as such before the eyes of man. Men are sickened creatures that think only that they are the real gods when they can do nothing in this universe.” Let us actually be that which our God can be proud of. How many thouest think of such ineffable goals? We are all merely men among thieves within this land called America. Land of the Free. Home Of the Brave. Such lies have been cast down to us. A miracle would be for thy kinsman to awaken and realize that they too have much stake in the world. I have. Is ceasing to be ignorant really asking thou that much? Fill with sloth and cease only to pertain to thous sorcery and call it “Gods work” before we whom know God and Hath seen Him within our very lives? I shall not be fooled upon this day. Know my wrath is great before my lord. If a god blocks my path, even he will be cut by my blade, made strong by my persevierence. Fool yourself not into believing that any man may stand in my place for you must know your own heart before thou may moveth forward into that which is the land of the Angels.

Chapter III
The Angels said,” Mourn for man, for they head towards destroying themselves closer everyday within the wake of the knowledge we have given them.” Then God said,” You, My first of creations should know to keep faith within that which is unpredictable in them. They have many flaws but their souls hath be finer than a pure diamond.” We art His children in His image. And how beautiful we are. Vanity must not overwhelm us in our conceited nature of the world. Be meek but know thous own abilities and appreciate them for what they are. Hear my words all forms and thistles. One day this will end for thou. One day. Best feel what there is to feel. Do not die knowing there was more thou wanted and never attempted to experience. This memoir of my thoughts and history art my best way to help from my own mistakes and misgivings. What more can I possibly give thou upon which you may rest your head and know a guide looks out for your safety? Do not be stubborn. And Knoweth youself and follow your own voice.

Chapter IV
Rise from the ground, Serpents and Demons, then knoweth thous place amongst the powers with reality before us all. Tempt me not for I shall tempt back for the sake of My God. Tempt with the goodness that lives within all that is living or dead. Thous challenge only is to find a place among the entire race of man and still remain as you are with dignity and newly added purpose. Feel the flame within so that thou may find a true Paradise. The only comfort needed lies within thyself and can only be found by thyself. That is all that can be described of such a thing in this world. Find the answers within thyself. Rely above all on thyself.

2nd key
Chapter I
Love is… the most valuable thing a man beneath Gods whims may ask of. I loved once. Her name… Emily. She died from the carelessness of  man. I refuse to let thou experience that same pain. The feeling of such things is indescribable. Dear Lord, Thank you for knowing of that which causes me pain. ‘Tis only a short time I shall live but I promise to make it meaningful. Bless me with food, shelter, and a bed in which I may dream of thou whom I loveth the most. Upon this day I swear to know the world better than I know myself. Keep my breath going and let me die with my lover by my side and know I have done something great for people.

Chapter II
A real risk besets us all to this very day. The limit of questions. It is a real and very dangerous probability. There is a limit to everything in this reality except for our Lord. There is a genuine promised land. No matter whether the dark exceeds your sight as long as thou remains as such the path you tread upon shall become the light. Make the trail for those who follow in your footsteps. The surroundings matter not if you have your love by your side. The limit of questions limits thine life that can exist upon one plain. This is a secret of the angels of the stars.

Chapter III
Here is my riddle to you…

Fly beneath between and beyond the angel’s Road. Look up and all shall be revealed to thou who has the understanding. Take it down with a steam hammer to the depths known only to I. Cross my path and learn from what you hear. The writings of the angel’s point to what was the great people’s. The space between spaces is the holding for what you seek.

 

 

SYNTH Pt.2

 

I walked down the desolate stretch of roadway. I know this is the beginning of the end and the night stays so quiet. All the people of the world are gone. The air whisps past my helmet as the cold air wraps it’s blanket of cold around me. The synthesized sounds of intention and feeling wrap my brain as I look out to the abandoned wastelands of the world shaded in night. “The curtain goes down, on him again…”, is all I hear from the artificial sounds eminating from my headphones as the world seems alone. Cold and distant.

The giant monoliths of human creation tower over me and the roadway I drive upon. Acting as god-like reminders of the wonder of this civilization come to pass. This new chapter that is beginning shall start in a note of euphoria and sorrow. The moon fills the night sky and cannot be missed. I hear,” The purge is about to begin!” “Whatever…”, I say is stone cold reply.

The behemoth gates slowly open for it’s treasures for the taking and with that I skid into the city of desolate horrors. My mind cannot be more clear. As I drop with my motorcycle in toe I pass by the vaults and statues to human engineering and I am saddened by what I see… In this mega-structure of a city, The only life is the little bit i bring into it…

Everyone littering the maze-like streets are nothing more than walking zombies… The Virus… A virus that sucks out all life from anything living that it touches. By now, Human beings are an endangered species. That’s the reason I’m here. I am one of a select few here to try and protect what little life is left in this post-humanity wasteland… And to find The Sources. Called by their codename, ‘Plagues’.

These plagues are the leaders of the walking corpses filling the walkways. Human like in all appearance but with minute genetic anomalies.

Suddenly, Fuyu appears to me within my helmet while I am in mid-free fall. Fuyu is a digital companion. A sort of projected companion that stays within my motorcycle. My motorcycle is an amazing piece of engineering. It is run completely off of magnets that drive it to speeds of near 700 mph. It has a streamlined design but is still big and bulky. Partially, because it carries weapons, and other needed items, as well as the main server for Fuyu to run off of as I operate the vehicle.

“Zero!”, Fuyu yells as I grasp back to reality. We drop hundreds of meters down through coloumns and pillars meant to support the mega-city, aptly called, “Havens”. “What Fuyu?”, I say in a calm and collected voice. Fuyu says, ” We have another 200 meters left to the bottom and I’ve done a pheremone scan and There is a Plague in close proximity.” “Roger.”.

The wind whistles wildly as I can see The ground approaching. BOOM! The impact thunders like a lightning storm as the concrete breaks apart all around me. The motorcycle pops a wheelie as I skid away towards the Frozen Tower. The Plague is waiting for me.

My speedometer reads a steady 666.67 MPH. I can feel the sound of my gloves as my hands tighten around the throttle. The synthesized wails groan in my head as the world passes by as a blur around me. The sadness is enough to make people fall to their knees. And still all I can hear in my head is,” The Curtain goes down, On Him Again.” I am prepared. And I am ready…

LET THE PURGE BEGIN

TO BE CONTINUED…

6% HEL! (The Spark of the Flame) PART 2

1 YEAR EARLIER…

Another cigarette for another miserable day… The Night is cool and the wind blows hard but comfortingly in the middle of the quiet dark. The city remains lit but the presence of others seems nonexistent.

My name is Dimitri Seth Bloodwyn. I am of a… Unique nature. For all appearances I am 18 years old, but reality is always a bit more complicated… Ok, here’s the truth… I am actually celebrating my birthday. I’m 78 today. Today, on October 30th, in 1933, my mother gave birth to a sick and demented newborn… A sick and demented newborn named Dimitri Seth Bloodwyn.

I’m an Immortal. Or at least now I am. Heh, What exactly were you expecting again? I bet it sure as hell wasn’t a chain smoking, womanizing, hedonistic, foul mouthed, Lung Cancer carrying bastard like me.  I could never understand those “Immortals” (Quotation Fingers) in the movies that are so stale and boring. If anything, my being immortal has made me more individualistic than anything else. I fuck whatever women I want. In their 50’s, 20’s, 30’s, Hell… I’ll fuck a chick in her 60’s if she’s tight and good looking to me. I chain smoke. Drink. Drugs. I’m a hedonist. I do whatever I want whenever I want that makes me feel good.

I don’t expect you to understand me at all… Hell, I don’t even understand myself… I’m probably the worst person to ask someone for sympathy or a hearing-out. Anyways… I know I’m a piece of shit, Just hear me out though… Ok?

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My footsteps ring out on the brazzen cobblestone… Like distant echoes of a blood-stone heart. Pollinating the air with the faint but tender scent of leather pregnant with the water of these desolate streets. The Streetlamps… They’re so beautiful… Beams of light in the expanse of black sky, sing a song of ever morphing change and loneliness. Ok… This has got to be my last cigarette. My violent coughs ring out in the night, hard enough to make blood spew out onto the wet cobblestone alley. Maybe one day I can figure out a way to end this heartache for good… I feel like a machine that can’t shut itself down. Even when everyone is dead, I still remain. Friends, Family, Hell, Even morality just disappears in my wake…

I am a virtual Grigory Rasputin… The last big bit of trouble I made; I ended up frustrating my would-be murderers… They shot me, stabbed me, poisoned me, drowned me, clubbed my skull open, slit my throat, set me on fire, hung me, strangled me, even tried bleeding me out by cutting my wrists, and in the end… I Still stood. It’s funny because, well… Grigory Rasputin…. WAS ME… I have lived before and over and over I am immortal and then eventually I die…

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I keep walking almost as if I have to force my feet to move forward.

For some reason… I have a feeling something is gonna happen again…

I stop in my tracks…  A lone footstep in the watery cobblestone echoes out….

“Shit…”, I muffle under my breath.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM BAM BAM!!!

A shotgun blasts over and over again… Point blank… The odds of survival are literally ZERO.

COUGH COUGH COUGH

On the ground I lay, ripped apart by he solid led slugs. Huge solid led cylinders that fill the entire shotgun shell… They don’t leave holes… They rip body parts off… I shake and tremble. Whoever it is is concealed by the shadowy night. But his black mass of a shadow still lingers over me…. Somehow, from deep within, I manage to make a grin and stretch out my hand towards him.

Blood is everywhere and entire chunks of my body are gone. My eyes swollen shut from one of the rounds that hit my head and took an ear with it keep me from seeing him all that good. He throws a liquid all over me.

I quickly begin to cough and gag. I know exactly what it is… The way it’s burning my wounds… The only thing it could be is—- NAPALM… There is no getting it off… I don’t even bother…

A small flame emerges from his shadow… This is gonna hurt REALLY bad…

WOOSH!

The flame flies through the air for me…

FLASH!!! TSSSS!!!

My whole body lights on fire… Screaming…

“AHHHHH!!!”

The man walks off and the flames die… I lye dead… My skin brown and black with my face still screaming…

And then…

“AHHH!!! GODDAMMIT!!! AHHH!!!”

My whole body snaps back into motion and finally my eyelids break free and snap open….

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AIN’T LIFE A FUCKIN’ BITCH???

TO BE CONTINUED…

SYNTH Part 5

The free air flies past. A distant howl from the air flying past us. The glass floats weightless all around as we fall. A great and infinite-feeling drop back down to the earth….

NO!

If we hit the ground like this… We will die. I can feel the girls arms grasp onto me tighter as I can see but not hear Fuyu in my helmet. It’s as if I have gone deaf momentarily and nothing else matters. Then it’s like all the sound comes rushing back into my ears like a waterfall.

“WAKE UP BITCH!”, Fuyu yells to try to get me to grasp reality.

The Young girls’ screams echo through the night. I grab my ax at the side of the motorcycle and fling it open and then grab the building with it to slow us down. We’re still not slow enough. I flip my motorcycle in a barrel roll and catch the tires onto the side of the building so that I am racing down the side of it.

The windows crush but don’t give way beneath my gargantuan tires. In quick thinking frustration I say,”Shit!.”

“Hold on Girlie!”

I slant my whole body suddenly to the side and pull the handle bars along with my body so that my motorcycle starts driving down the building backwards. My speed goes down drastically and I grasp onto my bike as hard as I can.

SHING! I pull out my ax.

TING TING CHINK!

My ax drags the window and finally catches on one of them, pulling us inside at a blurring speed.

BANG! KABAM!

The window breaks as we fly in and when we hit the floor inside it breaks the floor boards down to the next floor.

Worried I say,” Is she okay, Fuyu?”

“She probably pissed a little bit but there isn’t any damage on her,” She calmly replies.

Let’s go. The quicker we hit the ground the quicker we can figure out what the fuck is going on. And I can kill that fuck-pig that shot at me.

MOMENTS LATER…

In the basement I sit against the wall on the floor. All is quiet once again and the lamp that is directly in the middle of the cold concrete floor shines a shadow on everything. She’s too nervous… Fuyu continues her calculations and reviews as the rest of us take one last human moment…

“Tell me whatever it is that you’re scared to say that I need to know”, I say to her.

She says,” My name is Ariel and there is something you need to know.” A slight tremble is in her voice and she cannot bear to look me in the eye. Come on. Say it.

Fuyu jumps into the conversation and says,” What are they planning? Come on. Spit it out woman!”

Ariel just looks down at the floor, biding her time to say what she really means to say.

A long pause ensues…

SILENCE.

The lantern in the middle of the floor gives a light like a campfire in this crumbling neo-apocalypse.

Ariel slowly and hesitantly opens her mouth and softly says,” The Silos are 39 degrees and 5 minutes south. 23 Degrees underground.”

1 HOUR LATER……

At the top of a concrete peak, I sit on my motorcycle overlooking the peak of a bunker. This is bad…

I hold my gun up and open the magazine to double check if it’s loaded.

CLICK!

I have about five clips held on the front of my protective vest. I put the clip I just pulled out into a sling on my vest and reach to the back of my belt. I pull out and load a 100 round GBE gun clip.

A GBE gun ( Gravitational Beam Emitter) Is a gun that shoots a ball or straight line of highly compressed energy. Believe me when I tell you it can go through anything.

I flip open my Ax and ready myself… A field of wraiths…

I’m going to kill ALL OF YOU!!!

6% HEL! (The Dead Speech) PART ONE

SCREAMING… It doesn’t stop… The women cry and scream helplessly. The men yell and those who are brave enough yell and try to fight back. I can hear them… It sounds so overwhelming, their cries. So many that I cannot distinguish one voice for very long.

I can hear the running and the patter of feet against rock. Grimly lit by lanterns and lamps, fire is the only thing illuminating this new level of shadows.

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I stand on rock… The bare soles of my feet feel sizzling against the stone. Behind me there is nothing but a cave wall… Almost as if I entered a cave and then it sealed me in. I don’t know how I got there… Remembering anything feels like a trace of a half forgotten dream.

Dimitri Seth Bloodwyn. That’s my name… Dimitri Seth Bloodwyn… It feels like I could’ve forgotten my name if I hadn’t given effort to the contrary.  I can’t remember anything other than the most basic of things… I don’t know my parents names, where I’m from, or what I look like…. No! It can’t be over! I’m not real! I’m not real!

It’s so loud. The screaming… I almost wonder if I’m at a Stadium or Concert but I can’t hear anything that would say so…  I cover my ears… The sound feels like it’s splitting my head!

I walk back towards the wall that must’ve obviously been the entrance. Maybe it was some sort of cave in or something… The wall is smooth and covered in a layer of patina which proves it has been like that for centuries.

Now I really am SCARED…

Oddly enough, a piece of Ice hangs on the very same wall… What the fuck? The wall is so hot I can’t touch it… Why in the fuck is there ice? I look into it and see myself… I’m about 5’9” and somewhat muscular. I am black and white so I am quite a bit tan and my eyes are solid black. Black hair, about down to my chin, swayed to the side slightly and black fingernails. My clothes are not natural… Nothing but a pair of shorts. They look like something worn centuries ago. Tattered. Worn. Oh no… I think I know where I am… The screaming…

Chills shake my body. I feel stale and dead inside. What a sinking feeling drops through my very core.

I turn and start to walk… A corner lies in front of me and I can see unrecognizable shadows morph and shapeshift in frost of me…  I hold my breath… I think I know where I am… But I really don’t want to believe it… Denial is my only option.

I Round The Corner…

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NO!!! NO!!! IT’S NOT REAL!!! GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!!! NO!!!

Bodies… Squirming. The Screaming is deafening… I see people struggle. Some just give in and accept the pain. People with heart try to fight back but to no avail. Running. The Body heat makes the vast chasm of a cave into a inferno.

Oh my God… I’m… I’m in Hell!!!

Everyone is naked and most are prostrate and helpless. Succumbing to the torment and gruesome torture. Torture from what exactly? Inbred looking things… Humanoid but disfigured and deformed. I cannot begin to describe them. Some are just shadows. Taking Giant bites from people lying on the ground getting trampled without mercy.

Bodies sway and I can distinctly hear a woman screaming,”NO! MY BABY!!! GOD PLEASE JUST LET ME DIE AND KILL ME NOW!” Full grown men run naked, screaming in horror at the animated shadows following them, striking them with lightning.

Crying. That’s the only thing audible… But soon as my eyes adjust I can see that this goes on like an endless field full of millions if not billions of people doing the exact same as the people I just saw. I can hear some try to pray but nothing happens. We are the abandoned ones… There is no more hope. God has left us here because he has refused to redeem us.

Suddenly, a woman appears, naked standing in front of me. Her hair is wet with sweat, makeup smeared, and her teeth similiar to a sharks. She is tall and blond with a skinny build. Her body is completely naked, dripping with sweat. It’s easy to tell that she’s a demon.

She grins and just locks eyes with me. All her attention seems to be on me. In a deep demonic voice she says,”What’s the matter baby? You don’t want me to fuck you like my bitch now? Now you belong to me and we have an eternity to have fun.” She gives a giggle that makes my heart actually hurt.

My eyes widen.

I’m damned… God save me… Because I think he’s forgotten about me…

SYNTH Part 4

The dark is enclosed in this giant space. Ever since the door shut behind me it’s like I’m just waiting for the onslaught. The synthesized moans of the night are at a fever pitch. It’s all gone way to silent again…

Sparks flutter from a flare in my hands. Green specks fly brilliantly in all directions. Like a rainbow haze in the darkness of purgatory.

It’s about to begin…

FLASH!

The room is illuminated in a haze of green flame. Wraiths. Oh no. Wraiths fill the entire first floor with their decrepit presence. Here we go. CLEAR A PATH!

A FEW MOMENTS AND SEVERAL HUNDRED BODIES LATER…

Blood dripping is the only sound left from the fever pitch moments ago… Drip. Drop. Drip. I hold my axe in my right hand and my gun in the left. I look like I have been dunked in a bath of blood and flesh. It is simply oozing off of my ax. Inside of my helmet, a notification says that I need to reload my GBE gun (Gravitational Beam Emitter). Fuyu simply scans through my helmet to try to find any Wraiths that are still alive. My breathing starts to calm back down and I take a moment to relish what has just happened. It is amazing to stand in awe while several hundred souls leave their bodies.  The aura of a massacre. Unmistakable.

“Zero, it’s all clear. Looks like you got them all or at least for the next twenty floors”, Fuyu says happily through my helmet. “Okay”, I briefly reply. I walk… Calm and confident. I really don’t care about quality of accomplishment anymore. And I’m not indifferent. I’m pissed off!

DING. DING. DING.

The elevator inside the building rings with every floor I go up. Lights flashing as if an examination of my body. Normally, I would really appreciate the calm before the storm. But this time I’m anxious… And that scares me…

BANG! DING DING!

The top floor… Fucking finally. “All systems and scanners on highest alert capability, Fuyu.” Fuyu replied diligently,”Roger.” The Gates open and slam against the walls.

The archaic tower seems to be a tattered and torn remnant to the power of the devil himself. I start to walk out. But I stop after taking my first two steps out of the elevator. Shit!

“Fuyu!” “Yeah?”, she diligently replies. “Start her up and get her up here.”

Fuyu tries to hold back her unwillingness and says,”Fuck! Oh, alright.”

I try to scan the room with my helmet still on. I yank my head back towards the open up window. Gotcha!

The girl is standing in the open window. I start to strongly move towards her calmly.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

My head jerks to the side… I’M HIT!!! I think one other bullet hit me in the shoulder… WHAT THE FUCK?! HE SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO EVEN HURT ME!!! What the fuck is he shooting?!!!

The shot to my head bounced off of my helmet. If only I could describe the relief. This modern day is like a current wild wild west with even more dangerous and crazy fucking people. Now I’m fucking pissed!!!

Suddenly, my motorcycle shatters up through the elevator doors. Driving itself. I yelled,”FUYU! DRIVE IT OVER AND PICK ME UP!!”

“Okay! HOLD ON!!!”

As it flies towards me and I try to duck the unknown assailants bullets I jump onto the motorcycle from the side while trying to drive towards the window….

“GET ON BITCH!”, Fuyu yells in excitement as we swoop past, throwing her onto the back of the monstrous bike.

CRASH! We bust through the glass of the window…

On the backseat the girl begins to yell,”OOOOHHH SHIIIIT!!!”

Without a moments notice we are flying thirty plus stories in the air…Even the broken glass we hit can’t keep up with our fall…

30 stories to the ground…

TO BE CONTINUED…

SYNTH Part 3

Death… So serene… Sweet. But numbing. For that split second that I lye there I could feel it coming upon me just as the cold creeping up the back of my neck. Always waiting for my next slip, I thought to myself. The girl was gone. Almost as if she had never even existed.

“I guess this means we’re left with nothing again”, Fuyu grumbles.

The Curtain goes down… On Him again… How very true…

“We’ll check the tower. Chances are; We’ll find something there eventually”, I say in attempt of justification.

The motorcycle starts to jut forward again as the hunt remains. The road is slippery to ride from the dew and blood of this final morning of man. 3 hours until the last sunrise. I was bittered by this very thought.  After all. Toha Heavy Industries has to be smart enough to know they won’t save anything no matter what the world does. But I suppose I understand the logic.  If you’re going to go down, go down swinging.

Darkness

Wait…

“Stop right now Motherfucker unless you really want to get shot!”  What the hell?

At the very entrance to the Tower stands 7 armed men. They have phony pinned on faces for the expensive creations they are. ‘Synthetic Armed Guard’ is what I think they are being called now. They look like a serial killers nightmare with their full armor combined with the latest fully automatic rifles and swords on their backs. Fake flash faces pinned up to the corners of their heads. Abominations.

“I’m a THI SYNTH here on orders”, I say blankly. I should never have to answer to these bottom feeders.

My I.D. hologram forms as he checks it out and the others guard me. The main guard says,” Hold on. I gotta check with Command. Command can you confirm?”

Fuyu appears in my helmet and says,”All ingoing and outgoing transmissions monitored. Nothing. He’s lying.”

TINK! TINK!

“Step off the vehicle slowly”, one of the other guards says as he pokes the tip of his bayonet against the visor of my helmet. Fucking Idiot. And to think I wasn’t going to make you suffer when I kill you.

SWISH!!! MY GBE GUN FLIES FROM THE HOLSTER WITHOUT AN ERROR…

After seven clicks of the trigger its’ almost all over… Except for one. There lyes the guard that had scratched my helmet. Gargling and choking on his own bodily fluids. “You Idiot”, I say in disgust. ” Look around. Everyone’s dead. This world is OVER. And now your last few moments will be spent suffering. You will remember what I look like now for the rest of your life. Which by my time, is about another twenty seconds.” And with those last few coughs and an attempt at a laugh, I give him a hole in his head like the rest of his friends.

A FEW MOMENTS LATER…

On the entrance of the tower I prop up my motorcycle. I will leave my helmet on. While reaching down for things on the motorcycle I grab something that just looks like a big folded up rectangle. SHING! It opens up into a fierce black one-handed axe. The small light on the front door almost seems to defy the point considering the building is basically a skyscraper. But something isn’t right in the coldness of the air. The synthesized moaning of the night is almost to the point of causing my ears to ache.

In a long and drawn out voice Fuyu says,”Zero!… Just get in and get her so that we can get out fast because I have a feeling that leaving is going to be a problem.”

I look back but don’t see anything. But something still seems wrong so I reach down and grab a big rectangular looking gun that’s big enough for me to sling across my back.

“Be ready. I’m gonna be coming out really hot.”

“Roger that, Zero.”

TO BE CONTINUED…