Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Untitled Part 2
Hi everyone, this is the second part of a story that I posted not too long ago, as I did before I have to warn all under 15 year olds the story contains strong languages and scenes of sexual nature and violence. If any of that might offend you please DO NOT read on. To the rest of you, your opinions are very important!

Part 2

The bar was totalled; there wasn’t a single table that hadn’t been blown to splinters, or a single bottle of spirits that hadn’t been shattered. I could feel the glass in my back cutting a little bit more of my muscles and scraping against my spine every time I moved, I turned the pain off and stood up. I was angry but I wasn’t about to turn that feeling off, I wanted to find the bastard that had turned my pure mind into human mulch. I knew that it wasn’t me, my gun wasn’t even loaded with that kind of amo, I had planned to rush into his thoughts and confuse him into loosing consciousness. Just as I moved to go towards what was left of the man she walked in, silver canister tied to her back.
“What the fuck are you doing here!?” I couldn’t believe that the hiss in which those words came out was my own voice. The gun in her hand caught my eye and before I knew it I was pinning her to one of the walls gripping her neck with one hand and the gun with the other.
“You fried my package! He had information in his head that was vital to me, and you turned him into steaming flesh!”
“He was going to kill you.”
“The hell he was, the man was pissing himself with fear!” the sweet dust smell that came from Detective Kaneshiro’s skin stirred something in me, but I was too angry to explore just what it was. I was about to hit her when the silver canister drew my attention.
“I was returning this at the airport when you accidentally spilled your coffee all over my skirt. I understand that you are angry at me ruining your little bounty hunting session here, but don’t you think you owe me big time and there are bigger fish to fry?” Her voice was calm, and the glint in her eye was a bit too involved for my liking. And then the flash back hit me. Her skin didn’t just smell like sweet dust, it tasted like it too, her nipples erect, her buttocks so smooth and muscular. I let go of her and shock my head in disbelieve.
“We…I …you are a detective, I would never, how…” none of my commands were working, the virus was refusing to do what I wanted it to; something was trying desperately to keep the memories locked and stop them from unravelling. The pain barrier was the first to break, and I slid to the floor almost loosing consciousness. Tara’s arms were around me and she was dragging me towards the door. Why do I call her Tara, what is going on with me, and more importantly who is doing this to me? All of those questions were going to have to wait as the rest of my defence systems crashed and the world went black.

***

“Jay, getting drunk on cheap sake is not really the solution to your problem.” Detective Kaneshiro was looking at me with a mischievous smile on her face. The sweet dust she had just taken was turning her eyes violet and her lips crimson. Her skin shone with a healthy glow, and the tired lines of her face disappeared.
“And yet that is exactly what I am going to do, funny innit” Oh dear my language was already slipping; this stuff was stronger than the 14.5% it said on the bottle.
“As much as I would enjoy to see one of the best killers in the world make a total full of herself I have too much respect for you to let it happen here. This place has ears and eyes on every surface, its why we are here.” She meant business, and those violet eyes were so bright it felt like they were poking around in my head. And then a sobering feeling washed over me.
“How interesting. Anyone that is able to use the virus to break into my head is not likely to be a cop. Who are you?”
“I am Tara Kaneshiro, first class detective of the NeoJapan enforcement agency.”
“Yes and I am a mother. That is beside the point, who are you really?”
“I am someone that knows all about you, and admires your work. I have never been one for conventional law enforcement. Ensuring the virus is more advanced in my head so that I can keep one step ahead of your has kept me from progressing in my career, and has cost me.”
“Trust me love, you are not one step ahead. I never imagined that a cop, even one as hot as you, would be worth putting firewalls up for. If you tried doing anything now your brain would most likely turn to liquid.” It was sensual, warm, and very intimate, the sensation that her probing was leaving behind felt like a soft lingering kiss.
“Don’t underestimate me, and I wont underestimate you. Now do you want to know who killed Saline or not?”


***

Curtains of darkness fall around him. It had sprung, an ancient trap. Only a dim glow comes from within him. Duncan had been going through the motions of filling out form when the switched went off in his head and send him flying across the mental domains of the people around him. He struggled his way back to see Tara and myself standing over in a dark damp alleyway off one of the terminals at Central Orbital. His eyes were still carrying residue of his trip but his voice was like liquid gold.
“So you tripped me. Why?” Most men have a mixed reaction to me, usually involving fear, or an erection, but Duncan just assessed the situation at hand and moved on to solving it.
“I need some information, and you have it.”
“I have all sorts of information, but tripping me is going to cost you, mainly time, but you knew that.” I did, and it made me furious and excited all at the same time, but I put that to the sweet dust and musk that was coming from Tara.
“You are his Demon, I can see his stamp on you. What does he want?”
“This is purely personal, there is no stamp on me, I have checked, he doesn’t even know I’m here.”
“He knows, he is God. The stamp is above your right breast; you can’t find it because you shouldn’t. I would explain how it works but right now we don’t have time.”
Tara stopped my hand before it even moved to wipe the smile of his face. She had been tuned to me ever since the restaurant, and for once I didn’t mind the invasion of privacy.
“So he knows I am here, can you do something about it…” The pain was stronger than any person could imagine, my nerve endings were responding to too many signals coming from too many directions. When I woke up O was stretched out on a vast platform of a bed with Tara’s eyes glowing above me. Duncan was making what I hopped was coffee. There was a brown patch of skin above my right breast, his insignia. I hate being controlled, but what I hate more is not knowing about it. I had been blackmailed into doing things I am not proud of but I knew I was being manipulated! Before I could fully let the rage engulf me Tara’s soft lips were on mine, her velvet tongue stroking mine, the taste of sweet dust washing it all always and bringing into sharp focus everything around me.
“You are the only one of your calibre, the others he employees can’t even run the same versions of the virus as you do, it would kill them. He will be looking for you, using your only equivalent.”
His words were so surgical and delivered in such a matter of fact way that I got shivers down my spine.
“You know what I am talking about. That is why you are registering even a small amount of distress.” He was right, I knew, but only because it was my job to know. If I ever failed a task or was compromised in any way the Archangel took over, and that included making sure I never made a mistake again. People that knew about the Archangel thought she was my clone, but I knew better, she was my twin sister, my deranged and mentally unstable twin sister. When we got infected the virus seemed to have a side effect on here, she had a mental break down, and in a result of that her whole brain had to be rebuild to ensure that she doesn’t keep rejecting the virus. Of course some one had to pay for my sisters sanity, so I took up a position as Gods top assassin. The Archangel maintained an unstable state of mind, and therefore she remained on ice or in a controlled coma for most of the time. Because she was unable to me physically trained the way I was she has a different approach to solving problems. She is the only person that can fully control me without suffering any mental or physical damage.
“She will need days to become mobile. She will need to be briefed, and due to the delicate mater at hand it will take that extra day or two.”
“The Archangel has been awake for a good 90 hours now, her brief was successfully completed while you were at the sushi bad, and she should be with us in about seven hours or so.”
I was in deep shit. My sister could find me and have me neutralised before I even knew she was there, the heads up was good, but about 90 hours too late!
“I could update your fire walls, insert a new strain of the virus in you, you will be on more than equal ground with her.” The knife was pulsing in rhythm of the artery on his neck, and sweet dust had worn off.
“Get the fuck out of my head, both of you!”
I could not control the anger any better than a pure mind, nothing was working the way it should, I hadn’t recovered from whatever method Duncan has used to remove the seal. The sensory override had been a lot stronger than I had first thought. I felt Tara retreat, but not pull out completely. As a signal of trust she lead me into her own private space in her head. Damian didn’t move apparently the knife wasn’t working in the way I had hoped.
“I can’t get out, believe me I would love to. Your head is a bloody mess of murder, sex and irrational fear.”
“If it is any consolation he is in my head too, he can’t control the probing any more than you can control your murderous nature.”

***

Duncan West was much more than just the first victim of the virus; he was its father. As the leading Bioengineer in the World and its colonies he was being funded by God to do research, any research he fancied. The virus he engineered was a type of intelligent bacteria that was meant to give solders a clear state of mind and enhance their physical strength at the time of combat, and lay dormant for the rest of the time. What it wasn’t meant to do was know how to reproduce, or enhance other brain functions. Duncan got infected when he broke a petry dish during one of his experiments, and before he even know what was going on the entire compound of labs had been infected. It took a month for the virus to spread to all the colonies, but it took no more than a day for Duncan to find out what the virus really did. Within hours of getting infected Duncan had 100% use of his brain, he could almost see the bacteria turning the inside of his head into a vast machine. He started hearing voices, but soon realised – or was told - that those were the thoughts of any human being that was within a mile’s radius, he had become a cognitive. That notion didn’t last long, what he really was a database for the bacteria virus. The virus communicated by sending small electrical currants through the air to the closest human and thus passing information and exchanging enhancements. Each individual had a totally unique form of the virus, Duncan was the only one that contained all types, and everything the bacteria knew was stored in his head.

To be continued...
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