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Dangerous Moons - Chapter 4 - Sipping Through the Void

The stars out in space look stunning, far better than any view on the planets, here they shine in full, nothing to obstruct their glow. Likewise, natural oddities like mountains and rivers can never actually be made by people, we are unable to match the sheer beauty of that which the planet originally created. The same can also be said about the natural beauty of people, no artificial intelligence or surgery can match that of someone who is naturally beautiful. Why is this important you ask? Evelyn… is stunning and I��m just here casually lying between her arms as if I didn’t just bawl my eyes out hours prior. The embrace is warm and comfortable, warmth felt only near the I worm my way out of the bed making sure not to disturb the resting Evelyn.

It’s time to take a walk around this ship of hers. It’s not large by any means, I mean realistically how much space can one or two people take up? I reckon the ship itself is a small freighter ship modified and adapted to her needs. The cargo hold itself contains very little except the corner that has been made into some sort of tool station. Moving on from there I find the kitchen, like the rental apartment back on Parlin, it has the bare essentials, refrigeration and dehydration systems, cooking equipment, a couple of pieces of cutlery, plates, cups and some source of water. The artificial gravity is enough to keep everything grounded but still floaty enough not to enjoy outer space. Despite being a industrial ship it has a homely feel, soft lights that illuminate rooms gently. Further down the hall is what appears to be a lounge, a circular-shaped red leather sofa is sunken into the floor, and the slight seam reveals that the centre will rise to form a table. Against a wall lies a bar with many exotic boozes and liqueurs locked on a shelf. The entire room has been decorated with digital posters displaying ancient films, actors and much more. There is another door in this room that is sealed off. A small dirty window is on the window and peering in reveals an array of weapons. “What are you up to there Violet?” Evelyn taps my shoulder, causing me to turn around with a jolt. “Hey, Evelyn. I didn’t hear you sneak up behind me. I promise I’m not looking to cause trouble here.” I’m afraid she sees my exploration around as invasive, it probably is, seeing as I am wandering around her ship. “You’re so cute when you get flustered.” Evelyn teases, “I see you have decided to check out my ship. Anything interesting you want to see.” My cheeks go piping red, embarrassment plastered across my body. “Oh, you are as red as a beet. It’s so adorable.” Evelyn grabs my hand, “Come sit, let me prepare you a drink. I’m only pulling your leg.” Evelyn guides my body to the couch and hits a button that brings up the table in the centre of the couch pit. She then waltzs over to her bar and takes out some cocktail components. “What do you like love? Something, bitter, sweet, sour… perhaps something fruity!” Evelyn begins masterfully crafting the drinks. I’m no bartender so watching her work is like trying to understand a foreign language. A few minutes go by and she presents me with the drink she made. A take on an old drink called a tequila sunrise. Served in a Collins glass from who knows when two layers of colour forming a beautiful gradient, a red pomegranate grenadine base and an orange float that appears to be a bubbling layer teeming with freshness. The cup is rimmed with sugar, some lemon zest and a orange peel. “Tequila is supposed to be difficult to get out here so far from the earth, especially after its collapse. We still make this stuff in some space colonies but vintages like my stock are the real deal. It might have cost me a fortune to buy that barrel but it was worth every credit, nothing matches the authentic stuff, consider yourself lucky to have tried the genuine spirit.” I take a sip of the drink and my body lights up with activity, the somewhat spicy spirit is contrasted by a zesty fruit Evelyn said was a ‘crude recreation of an orange’. My usual drink is just some beer or whiskey that is piss cheap and ‘unauthentic’ according to Eve. However this drink has changed my outlook entirely on my standards for drinking. Evelyn catches me zoning off as i stare at the drink and glass in my hands. “So someone has not had any good drinks in her lifetime I see?” Evelyn teases. “Oh uh, no, not really. Never really had the funds or will for it. Just drank to take some pain off while resting.” “Oh right, yeah, running away and being broke go hand in hand don’t they.” Evelyn then goes quiet, “Say. What made you run away in the first place?” “Oh its a long story. Maybe I can tell it to you over more occasions like these but for now, I can tell you the start to it.” “Do tell, we have plenty of time.” Evelyn urges me on with intrigue.

‘It started when-’ Over the next few system hours I would retell the story of my home-world, the ravages of the Syndicate government and my eventual capture. Evelyn is hooked onto every word, her face tells me all I need to know about what she is feeling. The finishing of the drinks interrupts the story, just as I was about to reach my capture at the station. “Your eyes are puffy. Come closer” Evelyn asks me to do. I had not even realised it at the time how emotional the air had become. Her eyes are also swelling up with tears, though she is holding them back to appear strong, an ever persistent persona of hers. Pulling her in I embrace her in a hug.

Time passes slowly, even though we only sat for a couple of minutes it felt like an eternity. The sombre silence is disrupted when Evelyn slips away. “Sorry, just, I need to stand up for a second.” her words catch me off guard. “I don’t blame you, if you want to abandon me I really would not blame you.” Silence stenches the air, momentarily but loud. “So. What’s your plan?” the question I’ve always been afraid of. The idea that I need to bring about revenge for those that lost their lives but part of me has been afraid to confront even the mere thought of revenge. “I'm not sure yet, I mean how can I even think of doing such when only recently have I found any form of stability.” my answer dissatisfies even me. Evelyn leans over the couch, her back arched and hands held together, “So are you just content with living this life? Knowing the people who did this are still out there, sipping on fancy drinks paid in the blood of innocents.” “No, I’m not exactly eager to return to my captors anytime soon either. The things they have done are evil, vile and unredeemable but they are also a galactic superpower, last time I checked, we are just two people, the resistance maybe a couple thousand. The Syndicate? Hundreds of thousands, if not a few million. Of course I’m fucking scared, I could barely take on a small group of them, how could I take on entire armies of them.” This flurry of feelings, it feels like its sweeping me off my feet and lifting me to the ceiling. Floating away into space does not sound like a terrible idea right now but something. No, someone grounds me. Evelyn’s warm body wraps around mine and she cradles my head against her body. Glancing upwards her eyes only show concern for me but I can't help but feel like a burden on her. If there is ever a person to bring back hope into my world, it’s her. I however, am not sure if I possess the strength to carry that hopeful torch to its rightful destination.

Authors note: Thanks to my best friend who was up (at 3 am) to proof read for me. You're a real one thanks! <3

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Haha yeah, took a me a quick reread on AO3 to realize, oh shit I forgot that scene

Dangerous Moons - Chapter 3 - First day on the job

The soft patter of rain on the metal roof is what wakes me. Evelyn is probably still asleep so I should be quiet. Peace, another thing I took for granted back then, the ability to sit with my own thoughts and just exist without disruption or fear. That peace however is short lived because Evelyn shoves open her front door like it has murdered her family. I honestly thought she was sound asleep. “Rise and shine sleepy! We have a whole day of preparations to get to.” she exclaims.

ll I can manage are the sounds of discontent at the sounds of my now disturbed peace. Old habits die hard, especially the ones involving sleeping and being lazy. “What time is it anyway?” I ask. “Almost time for lunch.” she says. “I’ve been asleep that long huh?” “It honestly looked like you needed it. Anyways you should get yourself ready and I’ll debrief you over some food.” Evelyn lends me a spare jacket and some clothes along side a pair of hefty boots. After the shower I come out and smell eggs and bacon sizzling away on the stove. Sitting down on the couch Evelyn brings out the food and begins to tell me what she has planned,“Simply put, it looks like our time on this planet is done.” “I just got here!” I protest. “So did I! Its in the nature of the job. Back to the plan however. My employer just told me where I can find my target.” she rambles on while biting her food. “Your target is who now exactly?” “Mob boss Daren Galcharon, a local big shot who has ties within syndicate, his gang acting as a police force on this dump of a planet because the actual law enforcement is to lazy and too underpaid to deal with him. This obviously allows him to supersede the actual laws and regulations while the real cops do jack.” she says, “What’s your fighting capacity like anyways?” “Oh, me? I honestly prefer fighting with swords.” “Swords? Among the brilliant weapon choices in these galaxies and you chose the way of the blade!” she protests. “You’re one to talk. Your’e not any better with those archaic pistols you wield.” I protest in return. “Please at least tell me you are good with those rust sticks of yours.” “Rust sticks! I am offended by such, you would never know the time and dedication it takes to not only train but also maintain these master class weapons, without enough training some could become good enough to block bullets even.”,I’m pissed and I’ve just woken up, “I prefer the elegance of my blade better than the barbaric bite of your bullets.” Evelyn casts me a glance that screams, ‘are you out of your mind?’ Evelyn’s facial expressions changes drastically, from her frustration with me to now looking sad and pensive. “Hey, what’s up?” I ask not expecting any solid answer. “Oh nothing, you just remind me of someone I knew.”,she says, ”Anyways, time to get yourself up and out of that bed and get ready, we have some stuff we need to do, before needing to leave.” She hastily gathers herself off the couch, taking the emptied plates of food along with her. “Hey Evelyn, why are you so eager to work with me? A stranger you met in the dark hours of the night.”,I ask. “Well firstly, we all hate Gary. At least I do and therefore the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Secondly. My previous partner was a real damn idiot and got himself killed, while you seem like the adequate replacement, nimble, fast to react to changes. Curious.” “How did he pass?” I feel as though this question might have struck a nerve but I am to curious not to ask. “Tried to double cross me. I showed him though, put two bullets in the dirtbags hands and then one last one with the infamous big one to his ugly head.” she flaunts her draw by spinning a mug from her hip, “But you won’t try to cross me now will you?” “Because the stranger with no family or place to call home will betray their only beacon of hope? Very realistic.” my sarcasm steeps the musty rooms atmosphere. “Anyways, we will have to go out and get some supplies for the ship”

“Well look what we have here?”, the man’s rough voice could be heard from outside on the roof of the warehouse. Peeking through the large skylights up there we could see the interrogation scene. In the centre of the floor is a chair where one poor man is tied onto it a bag over his head. “Let’s show this young man here, what happens when you mess with me.” Evelyn nudges me gently, “The man you saw, he is our target. A powerful close range fighter. Any questions?” “Just one. Why do you not just shoot him from over here with the big gun?”, I ask. “Well you see. It’s super loud. Also the bullets are expensive. I choose to save these for rainy days.”, Evelyn answers. Suddenly our attention is diverted to the sound of Galcharon breaking what might have been that guy’s jaw. “He’s not surviving this is he?”, I ask. “Probably not. I wonder what the poor guy did to deserve this fate.”, Evelyn seems eager to drop in and begin this mission. Time for my first taste of her combat personality. Galcharon’s arms looked like logs with barbells attached to their ends. Both Veins and muscles are displayed in high definition. His fist rained down on the man’s frail body, each hit morphing the shape of it into an unrecognizable lump. Evelyn warns me, “Ready when you are.” “Right. Let’s do this.”

Crashing through the window we ride down with a wave of glass. The initial break announced our arrival as everyone gazed up to our entrance. Ripping the man of the chair Galcharon used him as a shield to block the initial assault of glass, while his two henchmen dashed away from the window. “And who the fuck might you be?” he asks. “Your worst nightmare!” Evelyn taunts. She really does not realize how terrible that line sounded out loud right? Evelyn spins her revolver from her hip sending off a shot. It hits something alright, not our target but the poor sap in the chair. “interesting, very interesting. I never did expect the great Evelyn Deadeye to hunt me down but my goons did mention something about you being close.” he rants on. Evelyn casts me a gaze of confusion and anger. “Hey! Look at me when I talk to you.”, Galcharon demands, he has his gun drawn now, it looks puny in his mammoth hands. “let’s get this done with.”,Evelyn says while cracking her knuckles. My swords have been itching for a fight. Before the confrontation began, Evelyn handed me a semi-automatic pistol capable of supressing a nearby target, she referred to it as a ‘M1911’, not only is it somehow heavier than both my swords combined but it is also about as useful as a dull kitchen knife in terms of efficiency. More harmful to me than my target due to its terrible weight balance and the magazines holding barely any ammunition. It really does not help that Galcharon’s skin may as well be made of thick steel. I imagine the projectiles this thing fires will physically bounce off his reinforced nanite skin. I see her to taking cover nearby, the bosses goons had opened fire down the middle of the warehouse, the wave of pulse-fire would certainly fry anyone caught in its wake. When the gunfire stops Evelyn makes her first move. A quick shot with her weapon taking out one of the unsuspecting gunmen. Before the fools could realise it Evelyn had already changed her shooting angle so that, after the remaining four finished shooting at where she was last she could skilfully take out another two. Watching her work was unlike anything I’ve ever seen, the absolute grace in her movements, the skilful aim of her guns where each shot found its target with deadly precision as she dodged and weaved between bullets and obstacles. Entranced, I barely noticed the six foot tall train of a man Galcharon approach me ready to beat my face and body into a different shape. Bracing, the screech from my blades as the punch pushed my heels into the ground pushing me a distance across the floor. “So, who are you girl? Another one of her toys. Who she will just dispose of when she’s bored or tired of you?”, he asks. His words make me unsteady and he sees that, taking full advantage of my confusion and inaction. “Or, you are someone more special, more valuable than she has realised yet.” he taunts, “No matter you will both be back where you belong in due time.” Then, the world went dark. As I drift once again into unconsciousness.

My head is throbbing in pain as I awake in a strange location. I can feel the whirring of an engine, the steady vibrations can be felt through the floors. Evelyn is sitting on a chair in a corner of the room in total silence. “Look who’s finally awake. That guy really knocked you out cold! You have been out for hours.”, Evelyn says rising out of her chair, she walks over to the bed and sits at the foot of it. “I suppose you and I have many things to talk about now.” her tone is condescending, “Like who you really are, miss violet.” “What’s their to talk about, I got knocked out by the guy.” “That’s not what I want to talk about, it is actually what happened just after you got knocked out. See the boss mentioned something intriguing, so intriguing I had to delay his murder to question him and he revealed to me something shocking to me.” “What is this about Evelyn?” “Who are you really running from?” Evelyn leans closer to me,”And what makes you special that the Syndicate’s bounty on you is larger than any ever seen for some common criminal.”

Evelyn is pacing around the room, “Any answers runaway?” My heart and brain are racing for an answer, any answer. Anything but the truth. “Truth is.” my body freezes at the thought of it. “Truth is what! Knowing your Syndicate property puts so much more at risk! You are currently the galaxies most sought after woman and I’m the one who so happens to be taking care of her. I knew your face looked familiar too I just could not remember from where I saw it from.” I try to muster the courage for words but all that can come out are the silent cries for help. “Look, Violet. I won’t just toss you to the damn dogs like that, It’s beneath me really, but I can’t help but feel betrayed that you would skip out such a huge detail about yourself. I can tell you’ve been through it, especially with that prosthetic arm of yours.” “You don’t have to help me. All I am is trouble for you in reality.” “It’s not about whether or not you are trouble.” Evelyn’s words resonate with something Inside me, “I used to be like you, in parts I still am, my past is filled with troubles too. I’ve faced most of them being out here, the vastness of these stars allow one to really connect with yourself and reflect. That and the countless of bastards I murdered for what they did to me.” “Are you wanted by the Syndicate too?” “No but maybe I’ll tell you that story another time when I’m ready myself to reface those fears.” Evelyn’s words sound almost regretful. Then without warning, she embraced me in a warm hug. It’s a strange feeling, I’ve grown accustomed to being grabbed and tossed around by cold hands. I’m not very proud of what I have done to get here, those I had to kill. I can’t really help myself at this point, holding it in has become a burden and the tears start to fall. “It’s fine to cry now, you’re safe here.” safety, her words pierce the regrets and doubts of my past. Perhaps finally I can start again and figure out what to do with myself. I don’t remember when I drifted to sleep that day but when I did, I felt the warmth and smell of her body.

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Dangerous Moons - Chapter 3 - First day on the job

The soft patter of rain on the metal roof is what wakes me. Evelyn is probably still asleep so I should be quiet. Peace, another thing I took for granted back then, the ability to sit with my own thoughts and just exist without disruption or fear. That peace however is short lived because Evelyn shoves open her front door like it has murdered her family. I honestly thought she was sound asleep. “Rise and shine sleepy! We have a whole day of preparations to get to.” she exclaims.

ll I can manage are the sounds of discontent at the sounds of my now disturbed peace. Old habits die hard, especially the ones involving sleeping and being lazy. “What time is it anyway?” I ask. “Almost time for lunch.” she says. “I’ve been asleep that long huh?” “It honestly looked like you needed it. Anyways you should get yourself ready and I’ll debrief you over some food.” Evelyn lends me a spare jacket and some clothes along side a pair of hefty boots. After the shower I come out and smell eggs and bacon sizzling away on the stove. Sitting down on the couch Evelyn brings out the food and begins to tell me what she has planned,“Simply put, it looks like our time on this planet is done.” “I just got here!” I protest. “So did I! Its in the nature of the job. Back to the plan however. My employer just told me where I can find my target.” she rambles on while biting her food. “Your target is who now exactly?” “Mob boss Daren Galcharon, a local big shot who has ties within syndicate, his gang acting as a police force on this dump of a planet because the actual law enforcement is to lazy and too underpaid to deal with him. This obviously allows him to supersede the actual laws and regulations while the real cops do jack.” she says, “What’s your fighting capacity like anyways?” “Oh, me? I honestly prefer fighting with swords.” “Swords? Among the brilliant weapon choices in these galaxies and you chose the way of the blade!” she protests. “You’re one to talk. Your’e not any better with those archaic pistols you wield.” I protest in return. “Please at least tell me you are good with those rust sticks of yours.” “Rust sticks! I am offended by such, you would never know the time and dedication it takes to not only train but also maintain these master class weapons, without enough training some could become good enough to block bullets even.”,I’m pissed and I’ve just woken up, “I prefer the elegance of my blade better than the barbaric bite of your bullets.” Evelyn casts me a glance that screams, ‘are you out of your mind?’ Evelyn’s facial expressions changes drastically, from her frustration with me to now looking sad and pensive. “Hey, what’s up?” I ask not expecting any solid answer. “Oh nothing, you just remind me of someone I knew.”,she says, ”Anyways, time to get yourself up and out of that bed and get ready, we have some stuff we need to do, before needing to leave.” She hastily gathers herself off the couch, taking the emptied plates of food along with her. “Hey Evelyn, why are you so eager to work with me? A stranger you met in the dark hours of the night.”,I ask. “Well firstly, we all hate Gary. At least I do and therefore the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Secondly. My previous partner was a real damn idiot and got himself killed, while you seem like the adequate replacement, nimble, fast to react to changes. Curious.” “How did he pass?” I feel as though this question might have struck a nerve but I am to curious not to ask. “Tried to double cross me. I showed him though, put two bullets in the dirtbags hands and then one last one with the infamous big one to his ugly head.” she flaunts her draw by spinning a mug from her hip, “But you won’t try to cross me now will you?” “Because the stranger with no family or place to call home will betray their only beacon of hope? Very realistic.” my sarcasm steeps the musty rooms atmosphere. “Anyways, we will have to go out and get some supplies for the ship”

“Well look what we have here?”, the man’s rough voice could be heard from outside on the roof of the warehouse. Peeking through the large skylights up there we could see the interrogation scene. In the centre of the floor is a chair where one poor man is tied onto it a bag over his head. “Let’s show this young man here, what happens when you mess with me.” Evelyn nudges me gently, “The man you saw, he is our target. A powerful close range fighter. Any questions?” “Just one. Why do you not just shoot him from over here with the big gun?”, I ask. “Well you see. It’s super loud. Also the bullets are expensive. I choose to save these for rainy days.”, Evelyn answers. Suddenly our attention is diverted to the sound of Galcharon breaking what might have been that guy’s jaw. “He’s not surviving this is he?”, I ask. “Probably not. I wonder what the poor guy did to deserve this fate.”, Evelyn seems eager to drop in and begin this mission. Time for my first taste of her combat personality. Galcharon’s arms looked like logs with barbells attached to their ends. Both Veins and muscles are displayed in high definition. His fist rained down on the man’s frail body, each hit morphing the shape of it into an unrecognizable lump. Evelyn warns me, “Ready when you are.” “Right. Let’s do this.”

Crashing through the window we ride down with a wave of glass. The initial break announced our arrival as everyone gazed up to our entrance. Ripping the man of the chair Galcharon used him as a shield to block the initial assault of glass, while his two henchmen dashed away from the window. “And who the fuck might you be?” he asks. “Your worst nightmare!” Evelyn taunts. She really does not realize how terrible that line sounded out loud right? Evelyn spins her revolver from her hip sending off a shot. It hits something alright, not our target but the poor sap in the chair. “interesting, very interesting. I never did expect the great Evelyn Deadeye to hunt me down but my goons did mention something about you being close.” he rants on. Evelyn casts me a gaze of confusion and anger. “Hey! Look at me when I talk to you.”, Galcharon demands, he has his gun drawn now, it looks puny in his mammoth hands. “let’s get this done with.”,Evelyn says while cracking her knuckles. My swords have been itching for a fight. Before the confrontation began, Evelyn handed me a semi-automatic pistol capable of supressing a nearby target, she referred to it as a ‘M1911’, not only is it somehow heavier than both my swords combined but it is also about as useful as a dull kitchen knife in terms of efficiency. More harmful to me than my target due to its terrible weight balance and the magazines holding barely any ammunition. It really does not help that Galcharon’s skin may as well be made of thick steel. I imagine the projectiles this thing fires will physically bounce off his reinforced nanite skin. I see her to taking cover nearby, the bosses goons had opened fire down the middle of the warehouse, the wave of pulse-fire would certainly fry anyone caught in its wake. When the gunfire stops Evelyn makes her first move. A quick shot with her weapon taking out one of the unsuspecting gunmen. Before the fools could realise it Evelyn had already changed her shooting angle so that, after the remaining four finished shooting at where she was last she could skilfully take out another two. Watching her work was unlike anything I’ve ever seen, the absolute grace in her movements, the skilful aim of her guns where each shot found its target with deadly precision as she dodged and weaved between bullets and obstacles. Entranced, I barely noticed the six foot tall train of a man Galcharon approach me ready to beat my face and body into a different shape. Bracing, the screech from my blades as the punch pushed my heels into the ground pushing me a distance across the floor. “So, who are you girl? Another one of her toys. Who she will just dispose of when she’s bored or tired of you?”, he asks. His words make me unsteady and he sees that, taking full advantage of my confusion and inaction. “Or, you are someone more special, more valuable than she has realised yet.” he taunts, “No matter you will both be back where you belong in due time.” Then, the world went dark. As I drift once again into unconsciousness.

My head is throbbing in pain as I awake in a strange location. I can feel the whirring of an engine, the steady vibrations can be felt through the floors. Evelyn is sitting on a chair in a corner of the room in total silence. “Look who’s finally awake. That guy really knocked you out cold! You have been out for hours.”, Evelyn says rising out of her chair, she walks over to the bed and sits at the foot of it. “I suppose you and I have many things to talk about now.” her tone is condescending, “Like who you really are, miss violet.” “What’s their to talk about, I got knocked out by the guy.” “That’s not what I want to talk about, it is actually what happened just after you got knocked out. See the boss mentioned something intriguing, so intriguing I had to delay his murder to question him and he revealed to me something shocking to me.” “What is this about Evelyn?” “Who are you really running from?” Evelyn leans closer to me,”And what makes you special that the Syndicate’s bounty on you is larger than any ever seen for some common criminal.”

Evelyn is pacing around the room, “Any answers runaway?” My heart and brain are racing for an answer, any answer. Anything but the truth. “Truth is.” my body freezes at the thought of it. “Truth is what! Knowing your Syndicate property puts so much more at risk! You are currently the galaxies most sought after woman and I’m the one who so happens to be taking care of her. I knew your face looked familiar too I just could not remember from where I saw it from.” I try to muster the courage for words but all that can come out are the silent cries for help. “Look, Violet. I won’t just toss you to the damn dogs like that, It’s beneath me really, but I can’t help but feel betrayed that you would skip out such a huge detail about yourself. I can tell you’ve been through it, especially with that prosthetic arm of yours.” “You don’t have to help me. All I am is trouble for you in reality.” “It’s not about whether or not you are trouble.” Evelyn’s words resonate with something Inside me, “I used to be like you, in parts I still am, my past is filled with troubles too. I’ve faced most of them being out here, the vastness of these stars allow one to really connect with yourself and reflect. That and the countless of bastards I murdered for what they did to me.” “Are you wanted by the Syndicate too?” “No but maybe I’ll tell you that story another time when I’m ready myself to reface those fears.” Evelyn’s words sound almost regretful. Then without warning, she embraced me in a warm hug. It’s a strange feeling, I’ve grown accustomed to being grabbed and tossed around by cold hands. I’m not very proud of what I have done to get here, those I had to kill. I can’t really help myself at this point, holding it in has become a burden and the tears start to fall. “It’s fine to cry now, you’re safe here.” safety, her words pierce the regrets and doubts of my past. Perhaps finally I can start again and figure out what to do with myself. I don’t remember when I drifted to sleep that day but when I did, I felt the warmth and smell of her body.

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Thanks for checking it out! I have some stuff in the works that I'm still editing down, been enjoying writing and working on this so far! Progress is sure to slow down now cause of school though!

Dangerous moons - Chapter 2 - Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Evelyn lives in an apartment located in an isolated sector of the city, every turn is cramped and dirty, more than the usual filth of the busier areas. Despite this there is an odd sense of serenity, the quiet morning hours, absent of the usual crime and desperation. Situated near the underside of a hover highway, above my attention is brought to the whirr of the vehicles belonging to the richer few of the planet, those able to thrive amongst the poor they exploit. Even at these late times of days the work above never stops. Evelyn grabs my hand and jerks my arm guiding me down a narrow alleyway. Nested deep into the labyrinth of concrete and steel we arrive at the base of a small building no more than four stories high.  She struggles to open the gate, its creaks open, rust on its hinges complaining at being disturbed. “It ain’t much.” She says going up a floor, “but its where I’m calling home for now.” Shyly she opens the door revealing her humble but messy abode. Walking in the smell of booze stains the living room, against the wall lies a tattered couch. A couple bowls and plates lie abandoned and forgotten on the side table. 

“As you can see, being a bounty hunter does not leave me too much time to clean up.” she says smugly, “Do you have a change of clothes or should I lend you some?” “Oh. I don’t have any clothes except whats on my back. Please if it’s not much trouble.”, I respond embarrassment flushing across my face. “Alright Violet, go freshen up and I’ll leave your clothes right out here on the couch and neaten up a bit.”

A shower sounds beyond heavenly right now, The last time I had one was in that damned hotel owned by that Arnold creep.  That was three weeks ago, I did not think I would make it this far in all honesty.The bathroom is a small room having the basic amenities any bathroom should have. The tiles have a light yellow tone to them matching to that of the porcelain throne. There is a mirror just above the sink that catches my attention instantly. Its shiny silver like frame draws me in like a thief. My eyes drift upwards onto the husk that is my reflection. My eyes have dark circles around them, my skin is paler than usual. I think I have had the same set of clothes on for longer than the three weeks I have been running. I finally draw back the old dusty coat I stole, removing it’s hood from my head first. God Violet, did you really let yourself fall into such levels of disrepair over the past couple weeks. My black hair is damaged due to not giving it the attention it deserves, wiry and matted caked in weeks worth of dirt and grime. My skin is cracked and chaffed. The coat falls below my shoulders and then I’m reminded of what they did to me. I wince at the sight of my arm and need to collect myself before my empty stomach retches at food it wished it had. Closing my eyes, shutting them tight to try forget the world exists temporarily but I’m only reminded further of what I’ve been through.  I hear their screams, as clear as day.

Smoke fills my lungs as my parents rush me through the hallway, people are crying in the background as the inferno grows, consuming everything within it. The few that make out are injured or dying. This is the route to underground passages, I remember it because we trained for this exact scenario, except this time it was for real. We reach the extraction point, a ladder leading up to the surface. A far ways away from the centre of the city. My father calls to get my attention, “Violet, my sweet girl.” “Yes dad?” He chokes back tears, embracing me in a hug, a hug so warm I’d remember it for the future to come. Dad was not the one to express his emotions like this. “Be strong for mom please.”, his tears audible at this point. “Are you not coming with us?” I ask in disbelief. “No. There are others who need my help. Take this.”, he hands me a scabbard containing a light but deadly blade, “Just like we practiced, but now it determines your future and not your dinner.” I bite back my tears, I was fifteen at the time and didn’t know this would be the last time I would ever see him. With tears in his eyes, I remember how his voice quivered saying for one last time, “I love you Violet, always remember that.”  Another explosion goes off deeper in the tunnel.  “Go now! Leave and get to safety!”

I remember grabbing on his arm, going in for one last hug, feeling the callouses on his loving hands wishing he could stay with me and mom. The others grabbed me prying me away from his embrace forever as he rushed back to attend to those in need.  “You are their sword now. One of the many who will save us one day.” was the last thing he told me before he sealed himself off from our side of the tunnel, not realising that he bought us time. The next couple hours would be a blur to me, I remember vaguely how the city had erupted into chaos that day, the way people scrambled for their lives, the buildings burning away releasing the embers of shattered dreams into the air. The occasional explosion brought me back to reality, albeit temporary. I was dragged from neighbourhood to neighbourhood, hearing the cries of people I would never know in this lifetime. My parents told me that this would happen one day and that all we can do to prepare is to be prepared to run away.  “This planet and its government is owned by people that could just snap us out of existence, the fact they have allowed to us to live here so long even in poverty is a miracle.”, is what my teacher told my class. “We are effectively on borrowed time, that is why these drills are so important for our futures.”  All the adults were extremely blunt about what could happen, even the fact that many of us would pass in the raid. The Syndicate, the dogs who were responsible for this just wanted to play with their food, they let us form communities and bonds and then treated our extinction as a hunting sport.  My people were known for their connection to the higher beings of the universe, the ability to make contact and even harness the primordial energy of the stars but when we needed them most, the celestial voices fell silent and we would suffer from their negligence. 

If I could go back into time to do anything I would at least try save my mother, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up on the run from those Syndicate bastards. The memories don’t seem to stop rushing as I’m reminded again how my own incompetence would cost me the last bastion of hope I had. As clear as day. The train station we chose to pass through would take us quicker to the meet up point our family decided upon. It is here we would be intercepted by a group of raiders. I was the first to notice but i froze up when I needed to say something. Without warning. Without hesitation. Without empathy or remorse. They opened fire upon our small escape group. We scrambled for what cover we could find but it was too late to already, hearing the thuds of their bodies I hid behind a cargo cart. The blade drawn and ready, my body tense and hurt. My mother ran out from behind a crate but they were quicker, I watched her body slam against the cold floor. Senses awakening I was one with my body and mind, my blade burned red with the fires of rage and Selion the aspect of flame, the first two did not see me coming, blade in my left hand I rushed the closest who had his back turned delivering a deep gash into his throat, his friend was soon to follow as I force the blade through his back guiding inti deep into his heart. I picked up the pistol, being way heavier than anything I was used to. Its designer made a precise weapon now used for barbaric pointless killing.  I don’t remember how many i took down that day, it was enough to get the attention of someone important though, general Maine, one of the orchestrators of this death parade. He was a large burly and stern man. His beard was neatly groomed and trimmed to perfection with jet black hair neatly combed. His face and body were filled with the scars of battles long gone, forming white neat white marks. I was hidden from his sight but he could sense my presence. “You are the troublemaker I suppose?”, Maine asked. “What’s it to you? Going to kill me like the rest of my people? No ceremony or dignified funeral?  treating us all like a stray dog who is only a nuisance”, was my reply.   “Nothing of the sort, not if you behave anyways, now put down those toys of yours and come talk to me. Face to face.”, Main said. “Over my dead fucking body!” “So you want to play girl? I’ll show you how they treat brats like you in the army.” The train station was littered with corpses, the hopes and ambitions of those dead are long gone, seeped into the dusty ground below. I would make sure to fight for those now lost dreams, embody those dreams of the people around me, ensuring that they do not die unheard and unfulfilled.  Positioned on top of a cart I would make the first move, trying to get the jump onto the general, blade poised and ready to strike vitals. I did not expect him to react so fast that he would bat at me with an electric baton so hard in the ribs that I would be sent into the very same cart I leapt from. The fight was over before it begun, the blade I held clattered against the floor and away from my hands. “What have we learnt?” Maine Asked. He then approached me and grabbed me by the front of my jacket lifting a needle like device near my forehead, it made a few sounds before prodding my forehead. “Selion’s blessing hey? You will do just fine.” Maine remarked. That was when I blacked out.

Slowly I came to my senses again in the bathroom of Evelyn. The past is behind me now, no sense in getting cut by its pains again. I look towards the mirror again, my cybernetic arm lie idly by my side, a constant reminder of their mark on me. The other hand, wiping my puffy eyes. The shower water massages my back, soothing my disturbed mind and wiping off the weeks worth of grime and dirt on me. I get out to dry myself when I realise that my supposed change of clothes is on the outside in the living room. Wrapping myself in the towel I unlock the bathroom door.

Evelyn glances a look in my direction. “Hey there Vi-” her words stop as she chokes on her tongue. I notice her cheeks go rose red. “What’s wrong?”, I ask.  “You, uh, you’re, umm, shoot what was I going to say, you’re. Legs! Yes you’re legs are wonderful.”, she shyly comments. It was at that moment I realised that I am in fact wrapped in a towel and standing in someone who is basically a stranger’s living room. My cheeks go red too.  “Why are you still looking you perv!”, I shout back, to embarrassed to admit that I was entirely at fault. “You didn’t have to come walking out covered in the bare minimum then!” Grabbing the clothes lying peacefully in a rush, I retreat back to the bathroom with my dignity long dead. Once my face stopped being beet red I walked out again. “Sorry about that.” “No need, looks like you enjoyed that shower though, you were in there for ages,”, Evelyn said. “Oh, yeah. Thanks again for letting me stay here.” We both stare around the room awkwardly before she interrupts the silence, “I figured you may be hungry, you know being broke, so I made something warm.” She hands me a bowl of steaming soup, bits of vegetables and meat bob on its surface, the smell of the broth reminds me of a better time, growing up in my family home during the harsh and cold winters.  “Thanks. It looks good too.” my cheeks go red again, is this what was taken from me all those years ago? The serenity of simple pleasures. It was all taken from me suddenly and I took it for granted back then. We eat in silence, enjoying what probably was a frozen soup but it is also the best meal I have had in years because it means the running can finally stop and I can start my life again. After some time she prepared a bed for me on the couch, despite prior experiences this too was the most comfortable bed I’ve slept in for ages.

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Dangerous moons - Chapter 2 - Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Evelyn lives in an apartment located in an isolated sector of the city, every turn is cramped and dirty, more than the usual filth of the busier areas. Despite this there is an odd sense of serenity, the quiet morning hours, absent of the usual crime and desperation. Situated near the underside of a hover highway, above my attention is brought to the whirr of the vehicles belonging to the richer few of the planet, those able to thrive amongst the poor they exploit. Even at these late times of days the work above never stops. Evelyn grabs my hand and jerks my arm guiding me down a narrow alleyway. Nested deep into the labyrinth of concrete and steel we arrive at the base of a small building no more than four stories high.  She struggles to open the gate, its creaks open, rust on its hinges complaining at being disturbed. “It ain’t much.” She says going up a floor, “but its where I’m calling home for now.” Shyly she opens the door revealing her humble but messy abode. Walking in the smell of booze stains the living room, against the wall lies a tattered couch. A couple bowls and plates lie abandoned and forgotten on the side table. 

“As you can see, being a bounty hunter does not leave me too much time to clean up.” she says smugly, “Do you have a change of clothes or should I lend you some?” “Oh. I don’t have any clothes except whats on my back. Please if it’s not much trouble.”, I respond embarrassment flushing across my face. “Alright Violet, go freshen up and I’ll leave your clothes right out here on the couch and neaten up a bit.”

A shower sounds beyond heavenly right now, The last time I had one was in that damned hotel owned by that Arnold creep.  That was three weeks ago, I did not think I would make it this far in all honesty.The bathroom is a small room having the basic amenities any bathroom should have. The tiles have a light yellow tone to them matching to that of the porcelain throne. There is a mirror just above the sink that catches my attention instantly. Its shiny silver like frame draws me in like a thief. My eyes drift upwards onto the husk that is my reflection. My eyes have dark circles around them, my skin is paler than usual. I think I have had the same set of clothes on for longer than the three weeks I have been running. I finally draw back the old dusty coat I stole, removing it’s hood from my head first. God Violet, did you really let yourself fall into such levels of disrepair over the past couple weeks. My black hair is damaged due to not giving it the attention it deserves, wiry and matted caked in weeks worth of dirt and grime. My skin is cracked and chaffed. The coat falls below my shoulders and then I’m reminded of what they did to me. I wince at the sight of my arm and need to collect myself before my empty stomach retches at food it wished it had. Closing my eyes, shutting them tight to try forget the world exists temporarily but I’m only reminded further of what I’ve been through.  I hear their screams, as clear as day.

Smoke fills my lungs as my parents rush me through the hallway, people are crying in the background as the inferno grows, consuming everything within it. The few that make out are injured or dying. This is the route to underground passages, I remember it because we trained for this exact scenario, except this time it was for real. We reach the extraction point, a ladder leading up to the surface. A far ways away from the centre of the city. My father calls to get my attention, “Violet, my sweet girl.” “Yes dad?” He chokes back tears, embracing me in a hug, a hug so warm I’d remember it for the future to come. Dad was not the one to express his emotions like this. “Be strong for mom please.”, his tears audible at this point. “Are you not coming with us?” I ask in disbelief. “No. There are others who need my help. Take this.”, he hands me a scabbard containing a light but deadly blade, “Just like we practiced, but now it determines your future and not your dinner.” I bite back my tears, I was fifteen at the time and didn’t know this would be the last time I would ever see him. With tears in his eyes, I remember how his voice quivered saying for one last time, “I love you Violet, always remember that.”  Another explosion goes off deeper in the tunnel.  “Go now! Leave and get to safety!”

I remember grabbing on his arm, going in for one last hug, feeling the callouses on his loving hands wishing he could stay with me and mom. The others grabbed me prying me away from his embrace forever as he rushed back to attend to those in need.  “You are their sword now. One of the many who will save us one day.” was the last thing he told me before he sealed himself off from our side of the tunnel, not realising that he bought us time. The next couple hours would be a blur to me, I remember vaguely how the city had erupted into chaos that day, the way people scrambled for their lives, the buildings burning away releasing the embers of shattered dreams into the air. The occasional explosion brought me back to reality, albeit temporary. I was dragged from neighbourhood to neighbourhood, hearing the cries of people I would never know in this lifetime. My parents told me that this would happen one day and that all we can do to prepare is to be prepared to run away.  “This planet and its government is owned by people that could just snap us out of existence, the fact they have allowed to us to live here so long even in poverty is a miracle.”, is what my teacher told my class. “We are effectively on borrowed time, that is why these drills are so important for our futures.”  All the adults were extremely blunt about what could happen, even the fact that many of us would pass in the raid. The Syndicate, the dogs who were responsible for this just wanted to play with their food, they let us form communities and bonds and then treated our extinction as a hunting sport.  My people were known for their connection to the higher beings of the universe, the ability to make contact and even harness the primordial energy of the stars but when we needed them most, the celestial voices fell silent and we would suffer from their negligence. 

If I could go back into time to do anything I would at least try save my mother, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up on the run from those Syndicate bastards. The memories don’t seem to stop rushing as I’m reminded again how my own incompetence would cost me the last bastion of hope I had. As clear as day. The train station we chose to pass through would take us quicker to the meet up point our family decided upon. It is here we would be intercepted by a group of raiders. I was the first to notice but i froze up when I needed to say something. Without warning. Without hesitation. Without empathy or remorse. They opened fire upon our small escape group. We scrambled for what cover we could find but it was too late to already, hearing the thuds of their bodies I hid behind a cargo cart. The blade drawn and ready, my body tense and hurt. My mother ran out from behind a crate but they were quicker, I watched her body slam against the cold floor. Senses awakening I was one with my body and mind, my blade burned red with the fires of rage and Selion the aspect of flame, the first two did not see me coming, blade in my left hand I rushed the closest who had his back turned delivering a deep gash into his throat, his friend was soon to follow as I force the blade through his back guiding inti deep into his heart. I picked up the pistol, being way heavier than anything I was used to. Its designer made a precise weapon now used for barbaric pointless killing.  I don’t remember how many i took down that day, it was enough to get the attention of someone important though, general Maine, one of the orchestrators of this death parade. He was a large burly and stern man. His beard was neatly groomed and trimmed to perfection with jet black hair neatly combed. His face and body were filled with the scars of battles long gone, forming white neat white marks. I was hidden from his sight but he could sense my presence. “You are the troublemaker I suppose?”, Maine asked. “What’s it to you? Going to kill me like the rest of my people? No ceremony or dignified funeral?  treating us all like a stray dog who is only a nuisance”, was my reply.   “Nothing of the sort, not if you behave anyways, now put down those toys of yours and come talk to me. Face to face.”, Main said. “Over my dead fucking body!” “So you want to play girl? I’ll show you how they treat brats like you in the army.” The train station was littered with corpses, the hopes and ambitions of those dead are long gone, seeped into the dusty ground below. I would make sure to fight for those now lost dreams, embody those dreams of the people around me, ensuring that they do not die unheard and unfulfilled.  Positioned on top of a cart I would make the first move, trying to get the jump onto the general, blade poised and ready to strike vitals. I did not expect him to react so fast that he would bat at me with an electric baton so hard in the ribs that I would be sent into the very same cart I leapt from. The fight was over before it begun, the blade I held clattered against the floor and away from my hands. “What have we learnt?” Maine Asked. He then approached me and grabbed me by the front of my jacket lifting a needle like device near my forehead, it made a few sounds before prodding my forehead. “Selion’s blessing hey? You will do just fine.” Maine remarked. That was when I blacked out.

Slowly I came to my senses again in the bathroom of Evelyn. The past is behind me now, no sense in getting cut by its pains again. I look towards the mirror again, my cybernetic arm lie idly by my side, a constant reminder of their mark on me. The other hand, wiping my puffy eyes. The shower water massages my back, soothing my disturbed mind and wiping off the weeks worth of grime and dirt on me. I get out to dry myself when I realise that my supposed change of clothes is on the outside in the living room. Wrapping myself in the towel I unlock the bathroom door.

Evelyn glances a look in my direction. “Hey there Vi-” her words stop as she chokes on her tongue. I notice her cheeks go rose red. “What’s wrong?”, I ask.  “You, uh, you’re, umm, shoot what was I going to say, you’re. Legs! Yes you’re legs are wonderful.”, she shyly comments. It was at that moment I realised that I am in fact wrapped in a towel and standing in someone who is basically a stranger’s living room. My cheeks go red too.  “Why are you still looking you perv!”, I shout back, to embarrassed to admit that I was entirely at fault. “You didn’t have to come walking out covered in the bare minimum then!” Grabbing the clothes lying peacefully in a rush, I retreat back to the bathroom with my dignity long dead. Once my face stopped being beet red I walked out again. “Sorry about that.” “No need, looks like you enjoyed that shower though, you were in there for ages,”, Evelyn said. “Oh, yeah. Thanks again for letting me stay here.” We both stare around the room awkwardly before she interrupts the silence, “I figured you may be hungry, you know being broke, so I made something warm.” She hands me a bowl of steaming soup, bits of vegetables and meat bob on its surface, the smell of the broth reminds me of a better time, growing up in my family home during the harsh and cold winters.  “Thanks. It looks good too.” my cheeks go red again, is this what was taken from me all those years ago? The serenity of simple pleasures. It was all taken from me suddenly and I took it for granted back then. We eat in silence, enjoying what probably was a frozen soup but it is also the best meal I have had in years because it means the running can finally stop and I can start my life again. After some time she prepared a bed for me on the couch, despite prior experiences this too was the most comfortable bed I’ve slept in for ages.

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Dangerous Moons - Chapter 1 - Meeting Evelyn Deadeye

Joe's was a place run by a space octopus by the name of Clork, an honest and hard worker. His establishment was known to attract people of all kinds, primarily ruffians and lost souls. Joe's was also the place where I would have the honour of meeting the craziest hired gun on this side of the system, Evelyn Deadeye. The chime of glasses and jovial laughter steeped the bar's air. On a usual night at Joe's, the chorus of the drunk echoed across the walls, sharing their tales of joy and woe.

She sat at a corner table, her back towards the door playing a modified version of an earth game called poker. “Rumour had it she killed three men before adulthood���, the man to my left whispered. “Well, I heard she took an entire guard ship with only a data pad and in handcuffs.” Similar whispers ran throughout the tables, telling faux tales of her greatness. My eyes caught sight of a new denizen entering the bar, a tall scaly lizard man whose eyes were as beady and blood fuelled as any other man on a mission. The room fell to silence at his arrival, of course except for her table. Getting dealt another hand she glanced at her hand before hearing the priming of the laser pistol. "you have 5 seconds to say your peace, girl." The raspy voice behind the barrel hissed. "I’m All in!" "Five." She took a swig of her whiskey. "Four." A visible beat of frustration crossed the lizard's face, his patience being tested. "Three.", his voice shook. You could smell the arrogance she had. "Two." My eyes were glued to the scene, much like the rest of the bar patrons. "One. Times up little gir-"

Suddenly his hand jerked backwards as a clap rippled through the room. He fell to the floor clutching his hand. Standing up she waltzed over to his crumpled figure. Crouching down she asked, "Now sonny what made you think you could just do that?” "You bitch!” He coughs up blood on the floor, now in tears, “You kill the only man I've ever loved and now you take my good hand too! What more do you want?" the lizard cried. "A jobs a job. Its how I eat." "Still, have you no integrity." "Rich coming from the man that just tried to blindside me." She kicked him in the stomach and grabbed his face to direct it towards her. "Now look at me." She reached towards her left hip’s holster. The gun she grabs is the length of her forearm, it has 6 massive cylinders all holding a bullet the size of a tall glass, it dwarfs the standard revolver she normally uses. Menacingly she points it towards the downed man, "Now you see this work of art here? Its from an old friend of mine about two systems over. Adrian or something is what I think his name was. I don't know where or how he found this but he gave me this one here and I've kept it since. Now, if you have ever felt the kick of a mule, this will hurt way worse than that hand you just lost. So, if you value your head staying attached to your shoulders, I'd suggest you pick up what is left of you and scram." "Now, get lost. Before I send you to your lovers side earlier than expected." "You’re crazy you bitch!" snarled the lizard. "That I am and I own it with pride too!" she chimes back. The lizard man hobbled off into the night tail between his legs.

Turning back to her poker game, she reveals her hand as if nothing had happened. A royal flush, as expected with her bold bet. And with that she collected her winnings and proceeded to leave the bar. A sensible person would leave her be but alcohol and curiosity is one hell of a drug, so, idiotically I decided to follow her, a tense gamble of getting shot or learning more about the most insane gun in this system.

Why did i chase her that day? Simply put, I had nothing to lose back then. The old Violet was constantly on the run, running from her problems, running from her demons. I remember that night vividly, as if it were yesterday. The rain fell silently on the night time streets of Parlin, what’s normally a danger filled city is driven to the safety of the shelter this night. This hardly makes it great for tailing people, especially the greatest mercenary to ever grace these stars but amazing for city ambience. The soothing melodies of the puddles splashing echo off the alley walls, the whirring of distant machinery and vehicles, busy bars filled with music and laughter even when assaulted by the weather this city never stops moving. I’m keeping my distance from her, her pace casual yet with purpose. Her leather jacket and boots glisten in the rain, their hazelnut stain matched her skin, boot spurs clicking against the floor. Black hair let loose it sways lightly with the breeze running through the town. Suddenly there’s a rustle to my left, aa a drunkard collapses on the street corner. His groans alert the unaware Evelyn up ahead who casts a glance in our direction. Her pace quickens, I match it. Her’s goes faster yet again. Now, the chase is on. A fight out here would draw too much attention, she knows that. What is her plan? Not like she can just lose me?

She lost me.

The things that happen when you overthink the situation. She could not have gotten far, I can catch up. I race towards the street corner, seeing her coat flick past to the left, I’m gaining ground slowly. Swinging on the street lamp, she took a right, our footsteps synchronised like we have been training together for years, even to the point where we matched our paces. The sloshing water creates a beautiful symphony like an old-school orchestra. She jumps onto some derelict crates as I catch up into the alleyway she weaselled her way into. The crates lead us up to a different sector of the city, the sounds of machines get heavier as the rain is drowned out by their moving parts. I continue my pursuit for at least another ten minutes, my heart beats harder with every passing breath. Suddenly she disappears and her steps come to a halt. Has she finally lost me? Slowing down to a walking pace I begin to catch my breath. The alley I ended up in was dark, dirty and infested with scurrying rodents rushing from box to box. The moonlight beams barely illuminate the left wall. A dirty chain link fence blocks the alley's exit onto the parallel street. A dumpster lies overflowing against it. The rain has come to a stop as it nears midnight. Suddenly I heard a click of a revolver to my left but by the time I get the moment to react, it’s already too late. She presses the cold steel barrel into my temple, the dim lighting highlights her amber eyes fueled with frustration and irritation. “Shit, what have we got here? Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you?”, she asks with a smug expression. “Same could be said to you? Evelyn Deadeye I presume?”, I respond. “In the flesh.” She presses the barrel harder into my temple. The biting cold steel singes my skin, “And who might you be, stalker of women in storms?” “Violet. Clever you know, dragging me to the relatively quiet part of town.”, I joke. “A real smart ass are you, if you are as smart as your ass is then tell me. Who sent you?”, she asks. “Who sent me? I’m on my own.” “I smell bullshit, is that you reeking of it girl?” “I’m as honest as I can get here. Currently about as coinless as your average beggar, besides hunting you would be a death sentence to the sane.”, I reply, “In all honesty, I have nothing to lose chasing you, I’m on the run from Garry’s guys.” “The pigs in grey you say? That huge gang from the Hub? What did you do to them to get you into so much trouble you end up here on Parlin?” “Stole some of their tech and killed few of their guys.” “You stole shit from Garry?”, she exclaims lowering the gun, it feels as if the weight of the world has been lifted off my head. “Say, you wouldn’t have a place I could stay for a while?” I ask desperately. “Sure lady, but you have to trade me something for it.”, she responds slyly. “Anything that doesn’t involve you blowing my head off. What do you need me to do? Clean your floors, cook for you. File taxes.” I’m surprised she didn’t just shoot me already and by the looks on her face, I almost anticipate what she’s going to say next. “Nothing mundane or idiotic like that. No. I want you to join me for my next few contracts.” A businesswoman as always from the looks of it. Perhaps I may have finally bitten off more than I can actually chew.

Authors Note:

First chapter of a new project I'm finally releasing after having this done for about two months, I have another chapter almost ready for release and another I'm busy writing right now, If you find any glaring oversights in spelling or story vagueness please let me know.