Fallen Angels_Chapter1_Surprise,Surprise
This is part of the first chapter that I'm working on for a story. Input would be nice if you care to share.
-Junki
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After the first forty-eight hours of being awake, sleep isn’t really a necessity anymore for the body. The brain takes over and acts out all on its own physical free will and subconscious. That’s sort of the way things worked when it came to Aren City.
Was your cliché seedy town of corrupt politicians, crooked under table paid cops, prostitutes, mob men, and lifers. Every building, every narrow alleyway seemed like prison walls. Daylight barely broke through the thick atmosphere of acid rain, smog, and billowing rooftops of this exotic, lifeless, hellish town. You either worked or were worked for. No ifs…no ands…no buts…Pun intended though for all the unintellectual's out there.
The prostitutes that ran the red light district on the North side of town for example though; they knew how to take care of you. Everyone down there or that even knew of it called it The Pearly Gates. Reason being was that if even though you were someone down on your luck, beaten to bloody shit every single fucking day for petty cash, or no cash at all, or just looking for some action but were just too damn hideous to even stare your own dick in the morning without it going limp; you could always find some bit of solace there. And that was saying a lot for this rat hole.
Don’t get me wrong though. One good whore deserves the occasional beating, but these whores weren’t your average street suckers. Unlike the ones you’d pick up off the in the middle of no where for a quick folly of the nuts…These whores were ladies. Dames, broads, mistresses of the night; whatever you preferred to call'em. Just don’t get their attention at the wrongest of times. This almost being one of’ them if you were to believe yourself. God damn pep squad if you asked me though to be quiet honest. They had lots of power and shit load more of bullets to back that as said power up so much they could plug you into your next life time.
Yea, life was looking real good for me. Walking the main drag in town I spotted everyone and everyone spotted me. Not too sure if that was a good thing or not, of course nothing really is in this town. There no bad guys, good guys…just people with guns, issues, and all the wrong side of the tracks.
“Deek,” a voice called out to me. It was Burn. She was a sweet ‘ol girl to me. She came to me across the block. With long red fiery hair, blue eyes that shimmered like crystal, a soft angelic voice, and a nice tight ass to match. She was wearing the checkered plaid red pants, red boots that went up to her knees that screamed “Don’t fuck with me,” a tank top slashed across the chest and stomach, and fishnets to top it all off to give her that vampiric look she always carried with her. Bit of a temper if you get on her bad side, but other than that she was home to me.
“So what are you up to stranger on a cold night like this?”
“The usual,” I replied with a smirk and a glare.
“The usual huh, what about a bit of deviation and coming back to my place like old times and showing me a thing or two what you usually did to me?” She placed her hand on my crotch as she walked behind me putting the other around my chest when I felt it. The cold steel against my neck of the boot knife she carried on her. Didn’t see it coming but I knew it was there. Pressed against my throat as she gave a quick squeeze with her other hand. “So what about it cowboy, you up for some fun?”
“Gee Burn; did you really have to ask after that last move of yours just now?”
“Aww, does somebody not like it when I do that?” She was always a tease.
“Well if you really want to get technical, I was talking about the knife. Either way though I like the way you play.” She smiled coming back around to face me putting that little tin piece of shit dagger back in its sheath. Standing there in front of me like this brought back memories. She leaned in looking so heavenly.
“I’ve missed you ya know that?”
“Yea,” there was empty sentiment in my voice. “I’ve missed you too.”
Everything faded to black then I tasted it. The harsh reality that nothing was ever that perfect in Aren City could ever exist. That nothing so beautiful, so exciting could ever last more than ten seconds in anyone’s life that was born out of fear, hate, and vengeance. It was getting a little hard to breathe as I lied in the back of a trunk. The cold dead smell and taste of ether coated my lungs almost having me black out again. Couldn’t see anything either. All I could do was listen to the hum of tires racing down the road. The engine roaring accenting just how fast and in much of a hurry whoever the fuck had me in the back of a car. Bound, gagged, and a bloody bludgeoned head...boy was I pissed.
Was what I saw all just a dream? Was I really there with Burn again for a few brief seconds feeling the warmth of an old friend? No. I wasn’t there. Just my faded memories of how things used to be even if it was in a shit dirt hole like Aren City.
Could taste the blood that had soaked through the rag in my mouth; the tight ropes burned and cut into my wrists; and the ether was even getting to me again causing me to throw up in my mouth with no where to go except back into my stomach. And I thought tasting it coming back up was worse than it going back down a second time. Was dead wrong and if I didn’t do something quick so was I…Had to escape and find Burn. Get back to the city find out who did this to me. Find out why of all times this had to be mine.
-Junki
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After the first forty-eight hours of being awake, sleep isn’t really a necessity anymore for the body. The brain takes over and acts out all on its own physical free will and subconscious. That’s sort of the way things worked when it came to Aren City.
Was your cliché seedy town of corrupt politicians, crooked under table paid cops, prostitutes, mob men, and lifers. Every building, every narrow alleyway seemed like prison walls. Daylight barely broke through the thick atmosphere of acid rain, smog, and billowing rooftops of this exotic, lifeless, hellish town. You either worked or were worked for. No ifs…no ands…no buts…Pun intended though for all the unintellectual's out there.
The prostitutes that ran the red light district on the North side of town for example though; they knew how to take care of you. Everyone down there or that even knew of it called it The Pearly Gates. Reason being was that if even though you were someone down on your luck, beaten to bloody shit every single fucking day for petty cash, or no cash at all, or just looking for some action but were just too damn hideous to even stare your own dick in the morning without it going limp; you could always find some bit of solace there. And that was saying a lot for this rat hole.
Don’t get me wrong though. One good whore deserves the occasional beating, but these whores weren’t your average street suckers. Unlike the ones you’d pick up off the in the middle of no where for a quick folly of the nuts…These whores were ladies. Dames, broads, mistresses of the night; whatever you preferred to call'em. Just don’t get their attention at the wrongest of times. This almost being one of’ them if you were to believe yourself. God damn pep squad if you asked me though to be quiet honest. They had lots of power and shit load more of bullets to back that as said power up so much they could plug you into your next life time.
Yea, life was looking real good for me. Walking the main drag in town I spotted everyone and everyone spotted me. Not too sure if that was a good thing or not, of course nothing really is in this town. There no bad guys, good guys…just people with guns, issues, and all the wrong side of the tracks.
“Deek,” a voice called out to me. It was Burn. She was a sweet ‘ol girl to me. She came to me across the block. With long red fiery hair, blue eyes that shimmered like crystal, a soft angelic voice, and a nice tight ass to match. She was wearing the checkered plaid red pants, red boots that went up to her knees that screamed “Don’t fuck with me,” a tank top slashed across the chest and stomach, and fishnets to top it all off to give her that vampiric look she always carried with her. Bit of a temper if you get on her bad side, but other than that she was home to me.
“So what are you up to stranger on a cold night like this?”
“The usual,” I replied with a smirk and a glare.
“The usual huh, what about a bit of deviation and coming back to my place like old times and showing me a thing or two what you usually did to me?” She placed her hand on my crotch as she walked behind me putting the other around my chest when I felt it. The cold steel against my neck of the boot knife she carried on her. Didn’t see it coming but I knew it was there. Pressed against my throat as she gave a quick squeeze with her other hand. “So what about it cowboy, you up for some fun?”
“Gee Burn; did you really have to ask after that last move of yours just now?”
“Aww, does somebody not like it when I do that?” She was always a tease.
“Well if you really want to get technical, I was talking about the knife. Either way though I like the way you play.” She smiled coming back around to face me putting that little tin piece of shit dagger back in its sheath. Standing there in front of me like this brought back memories. She leaned in looking so heavenly.
“I’ve missed you ya know that?”
“Yea,” there was empty sentiment in my voice. “I’ve missed you too.”
Everything faded to black then I tasted it. The harsh reality that nothing was ever that perfect in Aren City could ever exist. That nothing so beautiful, so exciting could ever last more than ten seconds in anyone’s life that was born out of fear, hate, and vengeance. It was getting a little hard to breathe as I lied in the back of a trunk. The cold dead smell and taste of ether coated my lungs almost having me black out again. Couldn’t see anything either. All I could do was listen to the hum of tires racing down the road. The engine roaring accenting just how fast and in much of a hurry whoever the fuck had me in the back of a car. Bound, gagged, and a bloody bludgeoned head...boy was I pissed.
Was what I saw all just a dream? Was I really there with Burn again for a few brief seconds feeling the warmth of an old friend? No. I wasn’t there. Just my faded memories of how things used to be even if it was in a shit dirt hole like Aren City.
Could taste the blood that had soaked through the rag in my mouth; the tight ropes burned and cut into my wrists; and the ether was even getting to me again causing me to throw up in my mouth with no where to go except back into my stomach. And I thought tasting it coming back up was worse than it going back down a second time. Was dead wrong and if I didn’t do something quick so was I…Had to escape and find Burn. Get back to the city find out who did this to me. Find out why of all times this had to be mine.