Cyberpunk City Part II

So this is a sort of companion piece that goes along with thefirst part of this story. the stories are set at the same time so that anyone who reads both will be able to compare the events and see where they meet up. I know it isn’t original as an idea but it came to me after i had started writing this one so i will be going back to the first part and making as few changes to make them sync up better. there will also be a third part to this that i would like to say is coming soon but my motivation is still rather dead right now so…enjoy?

The Sty. A run down and god forsaken hole where even the most desperate people fear to go, a haven to criminals and a home to only those who can find nowhere else to go. The streets were piled with scrap and junk that kids would dig through for anything of value. The shops were run down, offering what little they had at extortionate prices. The rats ran free and only the tops of the tallest buildings escaped the filth. The faint neon lights that list up the alleys flickered and died and the only buildings that seemed to prosper in the lowest regard where the bars where the desperate inhabitants would drink away their woes. The food supplies that the main city shipped in never spread far enough and people would go hungry more often than not. Every corner was a danger as people lay in wait for anyone who they could pilfer for money or even just food. The sty was the only place in Indus where physical money was still widely traded, the rest of the city having progressed to non-physical forms of currency such as fingertip scanners. The three districts of the city were a blight on Indus’ clean and ordered image, an unsightly disease that they had tried repeatedly to cut out to no success.

Kurt Harron woke up. It wasn’t the slow, waking up that movie characters seem to experience, where they slowly regain consciousness and roll over in their massive beds to see their loved ones beside them. it was more like a switch had been flipped, one second he was asleep, the next his eyes were open and he was wide awake. If Kurt had rolled over he would have seen nothing but a wall a foot away from him in either direction. Kurt was in a small pod in a collection of hundreds of pods that lined the walls of the cubicle hotel in which Kurt had decided to sleep. There was only one feature to the otherwise blanks walls that had yellowed badly in the years since the pod had been installed. A small potted plant stood in the corner of the pod, a few inches from Kurt’s head. It was fake of course and barely more than twelve inches from pot to top most leaf but some strange part of Kurt had taken a liking to it when he had seen it and so he had stolen it.

Sliding down in the pod Kurt managed to slide the curtain aside with his boot and pushed himself from the pod, dropping a few feet to the floor. the was no movement anywhere in the rest of the hotel complex, but that was to be expected being the middle of the night so no one saw Kurt leave, pausing only for a moment to glance at the door to the public showers and pull a handful of change from his pocket only to decide against paying the credit to get in and have a wash. Once out onto the streets Kurt wandered around the side of the building to a crater that was sunk six feet into the wall of the hotel where he sat down to examine his surroundings.

The rest of the alley was littered with small pieces of shrapnel and if Kurt had to guess he would have said the crater was made by some fool getting careless with a grenade he had procured from somewhere, in this city they weren’t very hard to come by if you were set on getting one. Kurt was wearing a pair of dirty black and grey combat trousers and some very old parade boots, all covered with a makeshift poncho that he had fashioned out of a grey plastic tarpauling he had found a few days ago. After surveying the area and deciding that no one else was around the still dark streets Kurt looked down at the computer deck fused into the flesh of the underside of his right arm. The screen glowed a bright orange against the darkness and illuminated the middle aged but rapidly aging face of Kurt.

He was scrolled through the briefing for a target he had picked up on the Black-Net, essentially a bulletin board for people that wanted to employ those of the more unscrupulous nature. The target was a minor Apex Corp employee, just a cog in the machine that has been told it was slightly more important than the rest. The goal was a simple assassination as well as a snatch and grab of some information from his computer. Nothing of much use to anyone but it would almost certainly elicit a response from Apex; the fool who had posted the job was new in the city. Indus didn’t often bring in new entrepreneurs, most people weren’t stupid enough to think they could cut off a slice of the pie the existing corporations were fighting over and those that did often found themselves out in the middle of the nuclear winter without a envirosuit,  but this new guy was beyond a fool. He was trying to take a slice of Apex’s pie, their pharmaceutical pie, maybe the most expensive pie in the whole city. Kurt would have put money on this guy being dead by daylight, but still Kurt wasn’t going to look a dead man in the mouth and one man’s folly was another man’s fortune.

Standing, Kurt wandered into the main street. The imitation moon was just still high in the sky and most people were still sleeping, or trying to sleep in whatever holes they had found. Kurt looked up at the building whose shadow he had been hiding in. The capsule hotel that he had had the misfortune of calling home was one of the few solid and sturdy buildings in this part of town, being as it was made to be one large piece of concrete and metal. Most building in the sty were a strange collection of square prefabricated rooms which could be removed from each other and, in theory attached to any other prefabricated room which made anyone with the equipment to do so a very rich man, and most of the structures resemble huge square modern art pieces rather than actual buildings. Most residents of the slums would be luck to say that they had a single room to themselves, with some ten by ten rooms housing up to five people.

A lot of other buildings in the Sty were hurriedly assembled hotels like the one Kurt had slept, either that or apartment blocks even worse than the prefabricated housing which had been erected after the ground beneath the first three districts to be built in this area had collapsed, dropping all the buildings and people who had lived there into a crevice hundreds of feet down. After the incident the governing body of Indus had decided to cut their losses and covered over the hole with titanium sheets and had intended to build new districts on top. That plan had never come to fruition and all that was ever built were these apartments and hotels, buildings intended to house those misplaced by the catastrophe, from there came the prefabs and finally shacks had been built in the far corner of the city, pressed right up against the wall. In the nine rich districts of the city people would look upon the Sty and say that they wouldn’t wish it upon their worst enemies.

The foul smell of poorly prepared fish rolled up the street and Kurt started moving before any more of the food vendors started to wake and prepare their wares. No food in Indus was fresh, it was all artificially replicated in labs and then sold to the public but the Sty managed to gain a special level of stench every day when the food vendors started pedalling their wares and the smell of lab grown chicken, cooked in grease, was mingled with artificial fish and vats of fake potatoes drenched in vinegar and a thousand other smells to make a sickening cacophony that would almost overpower the usual stench that filled the streets like a burst sewage pipe.

Kurt made no effort to hurry as he passed through the streets. There was no real rush to get on with this mission and he was formulating a plan as he went. If he wanted to try and keep the Apex heat off his own back, ideally, he would have taken the target out in his home or before he got to his office but that would still leave the problem of finding the computer data and his employer had failed to provide many details on his target. It could take hours to find a man on the net. All the employer had specified was the name of the man, a picture, the office he worked in and the floor. Kurt decided that the only place to get at his target would be at his workplace. But how could he gain access?

The idea come to Kurt just as he left the Sty and headed into Indus proper. The difference was staggering as one entered the richer districts of Indus. The small was gone and the filth even in the middle class areas was almost gone with it. The advertising boards were unvandalised and there was no sign of the oil drums that littered the streets of the Sty, full of kindling and ready to be lit up for light when the power went out again were nowhere to be seen. The while city seemed to switch from prefabricated and temporary buildings to tall structures made from polished steel and glass. Even the lowest rent apartments were painted in bright white to in keep with the aesthetic and the glowing signs on buildings advertised theatres, restaurants and medical clinics rather than cheap bars.

The streets were still all but deserted the atmosphere of the city proper came across to Kurt as very fake and forced. The smiling images on the advertisements felt like they were grimacing rather than genuinely smiling and if someone really looked they would notice that everywhere they looked they were being sold something. Apparently nobody in this city was happy with what they had. The sterile feel of the richer districts made Kurt feel like everything was trying so hard to be perfect. At least the Sty felt real and lived in.

Kurt knew he must have stuck out in the clean and tidy city like a sore thumb compared to the few people who had ventured from their homes at this time, dressed in their well kempt matching outfits, their suits and shined shoes. Kurt was covered in dirt, he kept the hood of his makeshift poncho up and his face covered so that no one would see that every now and then his irises would flash yellow as the orbital implants refocused themselves. Several people went out of their way to avoid him and almost all of them turned to watch him over their shoulders.

Kurt didn’t care. He was used to the stares. He was out of place even in the Sty and there were many people there who were worse than he was. Everything in this city was branded by some corporation or another, everywhere he turned Kurt saw logos and advertisements for the various companies that were slowly leaching any life away from the city. People could say anything they wanted about the Sty but at least there was personality to it. All the corporate bullshit served only to slowly make everything the same and worse the wars that the corporations could go to over territory and economic dominance were dividing the city with battle lines of espionage and backstage politics, people died and nobody on the street even knew it was happening. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the poor and misplaced were separated from the rest of the city like they were cattle but now everyone else was being split by where they were in the city and what companies they worked for.

Finally Kurt came to the office block of his target. It was tall, stretching into the sky and towering above almost all the other buildings around it. Compared to other Apex buildings it was small, clearly an older construction and now of little importance. All the newest offices stretched much higher as if all the corporations were in a contest to see who could build a building the highest without it falling down. There was however one problem. There was a wall around the buildings compound. Around twenty foot tall, its smooth white exterior and glowing advertisements did little to hide the fact that it was there to keep people like him out. There seemed to be one gate through with a small road leading off the main one and through it.

Still a block and a half away from it Kurt turned and walked down and alley, his eyes on the flood, looking for something in the darkness. Finally he found it tucked in the corner at the back, a small manhole leading down into the sewers.

Kurt slipped the cover of the manhole back and slowly descended the ladder, making sure to slide the cover back over him as he went. The darkness closed in around him for a second before his orbital implants kicked in and the world seemed to glow with a slight yellow tint as he looked behind him. The sewers were surprisingly large. Wide across from wall to wall, the ceiling was arched above him and the floor was a large grate under which ran a flow of sewage.

There were pipes hanging from the ceiling, held up by thick metal supports that dug deep into the roof. There was about a two foot gap between the brickwork and the pipes and with a deft leap Kurt left the ladder and gripped the closest pipe, pulling himself up and into the gap in a matter of seconds. Here he paused, waiting for the sound of anyone approaching, perhaps drawn by the sound of his leap, though he knew he had been all but silent, or perhaps a maintenance crew who just happened to be passing this section of tunnel. There was no one.

Convinced that his presence was hidden Kurt started crawling. It was easy to mask any noise while he travelled but the progress was slow and were it not for the fact that he had had his nerve systems dulled years ago he would have ached terribly. His head mostly scrapped the ceiling and all too often he found it cracking off a loose handing brick or old bolt from when the pipes had been installed. The layers of filth on the pipe quickly started to cling to his clothing and more than once he had to displace a weevil which had nested atop the pipes, dropping the fist sized insects from the pipe to the grating below where they landed with a dull thunk.

Progress was slow but Kurt knew he had time and he had a plan, though crawling along a pipe was the easy bit. He had to find a manhole close enough to the building he was looking for, from there he could pretty easily gain entry to the building and then it would just be a case of waiting for his target. Admittedly it was not the best of plans but simple and, in fitting with Kurt’s preferred style, could be changed on the fly should the need present itself.

Suddenly Kurt stopped, flattening himself to his cover. There were voiced drifting down the tunnel and they were drawing closer. Carefully Kurt pulled a small screen from under his poncho and rapidly started typing something into the display. Images flashed up of blueprints and circuitry and a few seconds later the sparse lighting in the tunnel flickered and then went dead. A few seconds later three people entered the tunnel. With his optical implants Kurt could see them plain as day even in the darkness and he pressed himself to the pipe again, hoping than none of them had implants of their own.

His fears were averted when none of them even so much as looked up. They were dressed in old and worn combat gear and were clearly members of the cities rebel contingent, essentially the poor people who had banded together and fled the authoritarian rule of the city to live in the sewers. They upheld a token resistance against the city security forces but everyone knew that should their hiding place ever be discovered they would likely be quickly wiped out.

Two of the rebels were male, one tall and pale skinned with a single stripe of dark hair down the centre of his head which hung down the left side of his head. He looked familiar to Kurt but he couldn’t really place him. The other man was just as tall but with dark skin and his hair in long, thin braids that ran down to his arse. The third was a woman, not a lot shorter than the men and almost as pale as the first with her short hair shaved into an undercut. Her hand was in the back pocket of the first man.

Keeping very quiet Kurt let them pass underneath him until they were out of earshot before he continued on his way. It took him another half an hour crawling to reach what he was looking for. A ladder like the one he had leapt off was cut into the wall and leading up into another manhole. Kurt carefully eased himself off the pipes and onto the ladder, quickly ascending.

Kurt stuck his head up from the manhole ever so slightly and peered around, smiling to himself. He was in the perfect position, the middle of the road right outside the main gate to the office block where his target worked. The artificial sun was imitating Kurt by only slightly rising above the horizon as if scanning the city before it decided to rise. Lowering himself back into the hole Kurt jabbed a few more buttons on his screen and a small picture appeared showing an image of himself and with a few more presses there was a quiet whir and the screen displayed the message ‘magnetic field engaged’.

The roads of Indus all worked via magnetism. The roads had a magnetic current passed through them and the cars other vehicles all produced the opposite magnetic field, essentially repelling themselves from the road and floating a few feet from the ground. Then the magnets in the vehicles could shift to decide which way the vehicle was propelled. At the same time if the ISF needed to lock down the road for any reason they could simply reverse the polarity of the roads and all the vehicles would be pulled to the ground and locked in place until they were released. The only vehicles in the city that didn’t use this technology were the police patrol vehicles, which could employ fusion engines to achieve full fledged flight and large haulage goods that could carry tonnes of supplies throughout the city, usually used by companies for supplies such as medicine and food, and as such were too heavy for magnetic repulsion to be practical.

With his personal field activated Kurt poked his head above the road again and looked away from the gates. Right on time there was a van pulling up with the company logo on the side. Slowly it pulled closer to the gates and as it did so Kurt braced himself, preparing to let go of the ladder and positioning himself so that his back was angled more towards the sky. As the van floated over the manhole Kurt released the ladder and allowed himself to be pulled up through the hole and into the air, hovering between the van and the road. The van never stopped moving but continued forward, through the gates of the compound and seemed to drive around the entire building before finally entering a parking lot and coming to a stop, supported a few feet off the ground by supports that stopped the vehicles propulsion magnets from touching the ground while it was turned off. Kurt deactivated his personal field and dropped the small distance onto his front, quickly rolling away from the car and easily escaping into the shadows of the car park.

The van’s occupant didn’t seem to have noticed anything as he hopped onto the tarmac and walked casually to a door by the entrance of the parking lot, quickly swiping a card across a scanner before heading out of sight through the door. Alone and hidden Kurt carefully undid the small plastic fasten on his makeshift poncho and allowed it to fall to the floor, exposing Kurt’s body. His entire torso was covered in small wires, printed into his skin and seeming to go deep into his muscle mass, emerging from the skin to run for a few inches before disappearing again. The wires ran from his chest down to below his trouser waistline and up to just below his jaw line. On his left pectoral there was a sheet of metal with a small display across embedded into the muscle with a thick wire running from it, down his left arm to another display installed just below the wrist, very similar to the portable screen that Kurt had used earlier.

Kurt ran his fingers across the display on his chest which lit up with a bright, vibrant orange light which sliced through the dark and exposed Kurt’s position to anyone who may have been watching. Kurt hurriedly typed commands into the display in his wrist and his entire skin started to slowly turn more and more silvery and chrome until he resembled a blob of mercury moulded into human form. And then in a matter of seconds his skin, the wires and displays all disappeared from view completely, leaving just a pair of trousers and boots stood alone and a crumpled poncho.

Kurt stood for a moment, adjusting to the electric tingling feeling that flowed through his body, seeming to pass through his very cells almost painful but still slightly enjoyable. Kurt felt powerful, every time he did this he imagined where he could go, what he could do and how know one would ever know. But he always refocused himself. He had a job to do. Bringing himself back to the world he quickly removed his trousers and boots, wrapping them in his poncho and hiding them away in a corner of the parking lot before heading over to the door his driver had disappeared through and examining the scanner, a simple design it would prove no obstacle.

Kurt was invisible even to himself but his eyes could see the electronic impulses passing through the wires embedded in his body, making him appear to himself as a series of glowing orange wires stood on their own like ivy wrapped around an invisible tree. The displays in his chest and arm were the only other part of him that he could see, though they were as invisible to anyone else as the rest of him. From the display on his arm Kurt pulled a long wire with a simple connection jack on the end which he plugged into the side of the scanner. He explored the internal programming, him mind probing around the simple device like a mouse exploring a maze, cutting directly to its goal at the end while still being cautious to avoid any danger, or in this case tripping anything that would set of the alarm. Kurt smirked at how basic the device was. For such a large company Apex clearly didn’t think its physical security a big issue.

Kurt slipped through the doorway and into a small hallway with one door leading off to the left and a set of stairs at the end. He kept low as he moved, often crawling across the floor on all fours like an animal, sliding round the corners and constantly checking behind himself. He was completely silent and, short of walking straight into him, no one could have even known he was there.

The stairwell lead to the first of many offices. The room was large and open, but with huge ten foot dividers separating it into roughly thirty cubicles with one smaller room at the far end with a glass door through which Kurt could see an executive office, one large desk with built in screens and even a potted plant in the corner that made the plain and featureless rest of the office look barren in contrast. The walls were almost entirely floor to ceiling screen, paper thin in order to take up as little room as possible that could be used to cram more people into. Together the screens displayed an image of the Indus skyline in an attempt to simulate the office being higher than street level. The ceiling was a brilliant white in colour and the carpet was deep red and spotless.

The stair case continued upwards and Kurt wasted no more time looking around the office, he had been inside cells before and had resolved to spend as little time as possible in another one. Each floor held another, almost identical office as the first with the only difference to each one being the colour of the carpet and Kurt realised what it meant when his target was on floor red 3. There was no one else on the stairs, in fact there were very few people in the building at all, clearly still being early outside despite the illusion of the bright skyline that the screen lined walls were trying to give. Kurt was silent, his bare feet making no noise against cold concrete floor even as he bounded up the stairs, his enhanced muscles enabling him to leap up a whole flight at one.

Finally he reached the third level with red carpet, he must have been about twenty flights up from ground level and when he emerged from the staircase and felt the soft carpet between his toes the first thing her noticed was how dark it was inside.  The screens with the bright skyline were gone and there were real windows looking out onto the city. here and there in the office there were some lights switched on at desks and the quiet sound of typing could be heard floating around the empty room. At least some of the employees on this level liked to arrive early.

Cautiously Kurt moved around the office, keeping low again and hugging the corners he was startled at one point when just as he rounded a corner he came face to kneecap with a bleary eyes office worker. Kurt rolled just in time, to avoid any impact and landed on the floor with a thump. The office worker looked around for a moment and then continued on his way. Kurt untensed, and allowed himself a second to lie there on the floor before continuing with even more caution, sliding along the floor almost on his belly, coming to the glass door to the executive office at the opposite end of the room and managing to open it hardly any wider than a foot and slip in, easing the door closed behind himself.

Standing upright again Kurt looked around the room, the lack of a potted plant meant it had possibly the single least amount of personality of a room Kurt had ever seen and he smiled to himself, reminded of why he preferred the slums to the city at large, filth gave a place character. Opening one of the computers built into the desk Kurt busied himself with trying to find the files he needed to sell. The security for the computer systems was leaps and bounds above the security for the building itself, comprising of multiple firewalls, anti-viruses and encoded filing systems. Complex for most people but not for Kurt, for him it was almost child’s play, tearing down the fire walls with ease and simply inserting his own programme to run and scan the whole system for the information he needed, it slipped by the anti-viruses and sought out every instance of the keywords he entered on the whole buildings network. Admittedly it would still take some time, but that was something that Kurt had a lot of. All he had to do was sit and await the programmes completion and then the arrival of his target.

Time passed, the sun rose and let light into the office thought the spotless windows and slowly sad looking office workers entered and sat down to their desks. The one downside of Kurt’s stealth systems were that they allowed for nothing external to be worn and not for the first time Kurt regretted paying the extra credits to change the colour of his inbuilt systems from the original, gaudy green, to the much preferred orange that they were now, at the expense of a built in watch. From watching the artificial horizon sink away below the sun and the increase of traffic below him he could make a rough estimate that it was closing on average time for work to begin and, Kurt guessed that his target’s position as an executive gave him leave to be moderately late for the start of the day. Still, the longer he had to wait the more nervous Kurt got. He was a paranoid man from experience but he never liked staying still for too long and he had a feeling that something was wrong.

Suddenly there was a buzz from the systems inbuilt to his arm, he looked down at a new message that had appeared, someone e else was trying to remove the data, his data. A cold flush ran down his spine as he rapidly hammered more commands into his device. Someone else was after this target, information and all. Kurt activated his counter measures just as he heard voices coming from the main room, voices greeting someone. A quick look through the glass door revealed his target. A scowl on his face he was storming past the other workers without so much as a word and making a beeline for the room in which Kurt was hidden. Another buzz from his systems, they had detected the other hacker trying for the data and Kurt recognised the signal, he knew the other hacker and now he was panicking. All he could do was sit and wait for his target to come to him or he would risk exposing himself.

Grabbing his right wrist he peeled off a flap of synthetic skin and pulled a blade from where it had been concealed beneath. It wasn’t a knife as much as it was a sharpened shard of metal, cruel edged and polished to a sheen. Kurt held t in a white knuckled grip as he quickly scanned the surrounding rooftops and then returned his view to his target. He was barely ten feet away now, just a few more seconds and he would be Kurt’s. Every footstep seemed to last an hour as the closed slowly on the office. Kurt adjusted the grip on his weapon. The man’s hand outstretched to open his door. Kurt’s systems buzzed again and but Kurt ignored it.

There was a quiet crunch sound and the target collapsed through the door, his head missing and chunks of bone and claret painting the featureless ceiling, blending into the carpet. The body dropped to the floor in front of Kurt and he instinctively dove into the corner. There were screams in the other room. Kurt had to escape, and he could see only one way. Diving forward he threw the office window, the only feature of the whole room, wide open and threw himself to the air.

Wind screamed in his ears as he fell, the force of the air so severe as he plummeted that even he was forced to shut his eyes against it. As he fell he focused on counting the rough distance that he had fallen, trying to calculate the velocity at which he was traveling, even with a computer for half his brain it was hard to get it exact and as he activated his magnet field he knew he had been slightly too late.

The force of the field bucking against anything metal hit him like a train as he was rapidly slowed, the sudden deceleration knocking the breath from him and when he hit the ground it was so hard that he left dents in the metal road. The skin on the soles of his feet split like it was paper and blood spattered across the ground. it was nothing but instinct that got Kurt moving for cover before he allowed himself to slump down to the ground, hurling himself behind some packing crates piled and ready to be loaded onto trucks. He caught his breath and looked around his surroundings. He had not fallen as far from the building as he had expected, in fact he was still inside the compound, which made things easier. As he picked himself up he was reminded of the old proverb of the apple falling from a tree and smirked despite himself as he carefully picked his was around the building and back to the parking lot, leaving a trail of bloody footprints as he went. That was no worry, his blood wouldn’t be on any records for DNA and was splice with chemicals so that it would rapidly break down when exposed to the elements. Retrieving his clothes he dressed and slipped into the shadows again. There was no alarm sounded though there was a clear increase in activity on the floors above him.

Only then did he check the screen on his arm, deactivating the stealth systems and opening the message he had received. The data had been successfully retrieved onto his own systems and likewise deleted from the systems of the other assassin.

Just then another message popped up on screen. A second job had become available to him. Opening it he smiled to himself as he read the posting. Maybe there was still a chance to salvage the day he thought as he slipped from the parking lot, avoiding the bloody and already dry footprints he had left on the way in.


Cyberpunk City

Well it has been a long time since I posted anything. Have been busy with work and stuff recently and that isn’t really changing but here is a cyberpunk story i wrote to tide myself over.

The artificial sky was a brilliant blue and the white buildings of the Indus skyline seemed to glimmer in the artificial sunlight, giving the impression that the heat waves were rising from the metal despite the temperature being maintained at a steady 20 degrees. A comfortable temperature for all, neither too hot nor cold but regulated to make sure it caused the least possible distraction for the people working in the offices that filled almost every floor of the towering buildings of the city. Indus was a city of office blocks, the people inside working away to crunch the numbers of the various corporations and industries that filled the walls of the city. Indus was a city of crunching numbers; almost every building that wasn’t used for housing was given over to office drones working to make sure that the various outsourced operations that kept bringing material into the city were working as hard as they could for as little money as they could. These corporations had the neighbouring cities under their thumbs; shipping raw materials across the dangers of the wasteland that separated them. These corporations held the tallest buildings in the city, the highest ranking members on the top floors looking down onto the rest of the city and it was atop one of these towering monoliths that a dark figure stood silhouetted against the bright projected sky.

Lynx regarded the city with a mix of distain and admiration. The fact that something so clearly corrupt had manage to sprout up and then convince so many people that it was in their best interest was beyond her. Still as long as the corporations were willing to pay people like her to make sure the balance of power stayed in their best interests she was happy to accept their money. Lynx stretched and arched her back. The slim body suit she wore offered no resistance as she flexed. She had planned on having a nice easy day today, lounge around her small apartment and maybe watch something crappy on the vid-net but this job had come up and she needed to eat. Anyway it was straightforward Lynx thought as she looked over the city again her eyes resting on the tallest building in the city, Apex Tower. The Apex Corporation was the largest in the city and most people believed they were the only reason the city was still standing, brokering deals with everyone they could find they had carved out a little piece of the world and they ruled it almost unanimously. The smaller corporations all liked to think that they were Apex’s competition; sometimes they would even move against them, win territory off them and take over their establishments but in the end Apex always took it all back. The problem was that Apex were the sole producers of pharmaceuticals in the city, a title they held onto with an iron fist. Where they would sometimes allow smaller corps to muscle into their other operations if needed they would deploy their significant security service to hold onto their medical businesses by force if necessary.

Lynx sighed and tapped a few buttons on her wrist mounted computer deck and the harness attached to her back, arms and legs. Tiny needles pierced her skin and the rig started to show her vitals as she flexed again. The harness would allow her a greater range of movement as well as strength and agility boosts. She looked across the gap between her building and the next, not a great one, about twenty feet across and maybe ten feet down to the roof. If she missed the jump then it would be almost a hundred feet drop onto the packed road below. Lynx smiled to herself, Piece of cake. She took a few steps back from the edge and then ran forward before launching herself from the top of the building. The wind whistled in her ears as she flew through the air, her legs out in front of her ready to take the landing impact and her arms out to try and give her some balance. The rig she was wearing made a quiet whine of servos when she leapt but otherwise was silent. Lynx’s only problem was that the suit even dulled the sensation of butterflies in her stomach, taking away the rush.

Then her feet slammed down onto the metal roof on the other side, the harness absorbing all the impact and converted the energy to be used for later jumps. Lynx didn’t pretend to know the science behind it, she just used the kit and she had found the rig to have been well worth the four thousand credits she had dropped on it. She strolled casually across the roof and examined the next gap on the other side. This one was a bit further and Lynx flipped the small scanning lens over her eye. The monocle showed a red HUD in front of her vision and the device quickly calculated the distance between the two buildings. The display changed to show the gap to be thirty five feet. Not much further and still no work for this rig but still better safe than sorry.

Lynx paced back to the middle of the roof and gave herself a full run up to cross the gap launching herself off the edge she flew through the air and landed lightly on the other side. Her progress across the roofs continued with as little resistance, easily bounding from building to building with as little effort as if she was jumping puddles in the street. The rig took all the strain off her muscles and Lynx didn’t even need to stop moving until she found herself facing the solid wall of the side of a building.

Lynx’s scanner told her that from the roof of her building to the top of the next was thirty feet across and another fifty feet up. Looking up Lynx had thoughts about turning back and finding another roof to cross over but she pushed them away. Using her wrist deck Lynx power the rig up to maximum and then carefully walked to the far side of the roof. The walk was clumsy and looked uncoordinated, the rig so powerful that it only needed the slightest effort to move her body. Once at the far side of the roof she broke into a sprint across the roof, the power of the rig pulling her muscles so hard they hurt. Lynx crossed the roof in just a few strides and launched herself into the air, flying up like a rocket she soared clean up and over the lip of the raised roof. As she cleared the lip she saw a ventilation shaft running across the top of the roof. Too late to change her momentum she tried to tuck herself up into a ball in an attempt to clear the shaft but her legs clipped the corner as she flew over.

Crashing to the floor Lynx bounced and rolled across the roof. Pain shot through her legs where they had hit the vent and her head crashed off the metal. Cursing Lynx pushed herself to her feet and examined the damage, her arms were scratched and scrapped where she was sleeveless and her shins were burning where they had collided with the vent but otherwise she was fine, everything was just superficial. Lynx fought back the desire to swear as she waited for the pain to die down and she smiled to herself when she looked across to the vent and saw she had left a dent in the metal where she had hit it. Turning the power of the rig back to normal levels again she continued her flight across the city. Fortunately the next roof was a small drop down from the one she was on and she managed to regain her speed as she continued her journey.

Finally Lynx stood atop a roof and looked down on her target building, the Hagane Corporation building. The Hagane Corporation were responsible for importing various ores to Indus in order to be melted down into metals for building purposes. After a time of being one of the largest corporations in the city the Hagane Corp had hit hard times when the city’s expansion had ground to a halt after the disaster seen three districts of the city sink into the ground. After that Hagane had been struggling to keep their heads above water and most people would have said that their time was up. The building before Lynx was one of their two remaining buildings that hadn’t been bought out by the other corporations. It was still an impressive structure, large though not one of the tallest by far, with a strange roof designed to look like an old world Asian temple with a split down the middle, leaving a gap between the two halves which incorporated a garden. Lynx had never quite grasped the point of a rooftop garden when there was no real sun but then again she had never been into architecture.

As Lynx observed the rooftop a door to the garden opened and a single figure walked out, a man, in standard office style dress so not even security. Times must really be hard if Hagane had started skimping on rooftop security guards. Lynx looked across the gap at the Hagane building, it was almost level with the one she was on know, the distance wasn’t far and from there she would be in the perfect position she needed. She took a few steps back and launched herself off her building. As she tore through the air Lynx withdrew a small knife from a pouch on her belt, hardly more than a needle. As she descended she stuck out her legs and her outstretched foot slammed into the back of the man’s knee. He crumpled to the floor with a cry of pain which was suddenly cut off as Lynx slammed down on top of him. The knife flashed for a second in the air before Lynx jabbed it into the back of the man’s neck. He shuddered on the ground for a few seconds before lying still.

Lynx casually wiped away the single rivulet of blood that had escaped from the puncture wound in the man’s neck before using the same finger to check for a pulse in his neck, leaving a spot of blood on his neck. The pulse was very faint but it was there, the man lay paralysed on the floor breathing faintly and Lynx considered finishing the job but decided against it at the time, leaving the man to lie for a while Lynx attached a small device to the door the man had walked through and a few seconds later the device sparked brightly, melting the metal and welding the doors closed, then she strode over to the far end of the garden, casually running her hand through the flowers that had been grown and where letting off a strong, sweet scent.

When Lynx reached the far side of the roof she placed her boot against the trailing that separated her from the edge and adjusted the rig where it hooked to her boot before looking up and observed the Apex Tower, standing tall over the rest of the city. The walls were covered in huge windows and carefully concealed steel frames that gave the impression that the entire outside walls were made of solid glass at lease from the fourth floor up. The bottom floors being completely windowless, the metal walls covered in advertisements for all sorts of Apex products.

Lynx chuckled to herself as she looked at all the colourful propaganda designed to try and make Apex look like some caring and conscientious corporation. She doubted there was anyone who had lived more than a week in the city who believed those lies anymore and occasionally the opposition took offence to them. Lynx took a pair of hooks attached to her belt, one on either side of her waist and attached them to the top bar of the railing before hopping over the railing and sliding a way down the slanted fake temple roof, making sure not to knock any of the tiles loose. From her position leaning on the roof and hanging by the hooks Lynx placed her hands behind her head and relaxed. Breathing easily in the crisp, cool air pumped into the city by the atmosphere generators all over the walls she let herself drift into thought as she casually scanned the cityscape.

From her vantage point she could see all the way to the sty districts in the far end of the city. These were the slum districts; the places where those who couldn’t fit into the Indus idea of their population should be were put and kept. It had started with those who struggled to work and earn their keep, from those few hundred the population of under class citizens had swelled until their numbers in the three sty districts rivalled the population of the other eight districts put together. Lynx had never really noticed before that if you looked at the districts from above like this you could see the difference in the districts by the colour of the buildings, the Sty building being dirty and older until they became nothing but shacks and run down ruins in the far corners of the city.

Lynx sighed and started to prepare herself for her mission. She detached the rifle from her left leg and checked the sights; she then attached the scope she had used before to the top and made sure the sights were aligned again. Then she took the barrel from her right leg and screwed it to the end of the rifle before once again checking the sights. She withdrew a single bullet from her belt and loaded it into the rifle. Her weapon prepared Lynx lay back and set her sights on the Apex building, aiming at the seventeenth floor she scanned the faces of all the people she could see. None of them were her target and her target’s office was empty. She was early. Lynx stretched her back, adjusted her footing and waited.

For almost two hours Lynx sat in her position and didn’t move a muscle other than to scan the floor she was aiming at. She waited patiently for her target, ignoring the growing ache in her legs, even with the added endurance of her rig. Finally she saw him. Her target was a tall man, dressed in a dark suit and a long flowing coat over the top, he had clearly just got into the office was carrying himself with an attempted dignity and superiority that Lynx had seen a thousand times before in a thousand different corporate bosses who thought they were worth more than they were. This guy had a smug look on his face that said he was a major player in the game but from even the brief skim that Lynx had given his file she could tell he was hardly more than a pawn. And worse still he had turned up late to his own damned funeral.

As he slowly made his way through the offices Lynx followed his with her scope, waiting for a perfect shot. The man moved along the windowed walls like a target at a shooting range, almost like he was trying to make himself the easiest target he could. Lynx smiled to herself. In the few seconds since he had appeared she could have taken the shot multiple times but she wanted to wait for everything to be perfect. Then suddenly she saw something in the corner of her eye. It was in her target’s office. She looked but could see nothing in there that could have moved but at the same time something had moved. She strained her sight but still she could see nothing. Then it twigged to her.


‘Son of a bitch


She whispered to herself as she took aim again. Her target was approaching the door quickly and she had to take the shot before he got into the room. She took a deep breath and held it. Her target reached his door and fumbled for his lock card. Lynx fixed him in her crosshairs. Just as the door swung open Lynx pulled the trigger.

The rifle bucked in her hands and she strained against the power of the shot. Despite how powerful the rifle was there was little more than a cough as the round left the chamber and cut through the air. Lynx watched through her scope, not releasing her breath until her targets head burst, scattering blood and chunks of skull up the wall something in the office moved again and she smiled as she saw a shape dart back into the corner of the room before darting out of sight.

Breathing again Lynx threw her rifle back up onto the roof and clambered back up herself, sliding under the bottom railing and disconnecting herself from the top bar she disassembled her rifle and wandered back over to where she had left the paralysed man. He was not lying with a small pool of blood leaking from his mouth and when Lynx pressed her hand to his face he had gone cold. Lynx propped him up against the wall and smiled cruelly down at him. Shame, she thought, she had hoped he would still be alive for the fall he was about to have.

Lynx picked the man up and carried him over to the opposite side of the roof to where she had just fired from and sat the man down on the railing.

Just then the deck on Lynx’s arm lit up and she threw it a curious look. Lynx turned her screen on to see that she had a message. The message was a posting of a new job to her watch link. Lynx read the description and chuckled to herself at the irony of the situation.


‘looks like I still won’t be going home to relax’ Lynx said jokingly to the corpse of the man before pushing it backwards off the railing.


My Favorite Short Story (of my own)

This is probably the short story that i have done that i am most proud of, not nessesarily because it is the best writen but because it may be the idea the most and it’s one of the few things i have writen that is in no way supernatural. Enjoy


Diane Winters tutted to herself as she turned the page of the day’s paper and saw the headline of the entertainment section. ‘Dawn of Darkness plagued by more setbacks.’

“It doesn’t bode well” said the hairdresser currently running a brush through Diane’s hair.

But Diane ignored her; as long as she managed to apply foundation right her opinion wasn’t needed. Below the headline was a short story with a picture of the films director and Diane’s husband, Harry Winters. The story detailed the series of misfortunes that had hampered the production of Dawn of Darkness, from monetary problems to unfortunate casting decisions that had left but a pitiful number of known names adrift in a sea of junior actors all vying for a chance in the spotlight. Undiscovered talent Harry liked to call them but Diane had seen them all before, the young kids who thought they were going to be the next big name in Hollywood so desperate to climb to the top that they were willing to try and drag down those who had already become towers of the industry. Worst of all was Annabelle, that little bitch who had been brought in second lead female, as if there needed to be. The cow was always trying to talk to Diane, asking for ‘tips for the industry’ and asking if Diane wanted to ‘hang out’ at the end of the day. As if she would ever be seen with the unknown again, Diane had payed her dues and everyone else had to as well.

The Diane’s glance fell on the picture of her husband. Harry had been such a promising director at one point. A smash hit in the cinematic world with his initial works of horror and creature features which were surprising hits of the past two years. The two had first met on the set of Harry’s third film, a werewolf flick that nowadays Diane struggled to remember the name of, and who could blame her? Nobody else did. still, even after a less successful film Harry was still a rising star and the two had already made headlines being seen together so the marriage was only logical, make a name for herself while her husband handed her choice roles and payed the bills. But it had not worked out as planned. Harry’s film making never really evolved like everyone had predicted. Instead of moving on to mature subjects and serious plotlines he instead was determined to remain in the horror genre, making monster films and even refusing even to move on from practical effects to CGI, saying that it didn’t ‘look real.’ Diane remembered shouting at his once that ‘none of it looks real Harry, none of it is!’ but he refused to listen and quickly his films started to fall out of popularity and Diane, far from becoming a household name like she had envisioned, had become some ‘scream queen.’ A punch line to the joke that Harry Winters had become.

Diane sighed. Even Harry’s appearance had fallen out of style. When they had first met he had been the height of fashion, always a talking point on the red carpet. But now he was a poster boy for last years look. Unshaven, skinny and pale with an unkempt hairstyle, it seemed Harry was incapable of moving with the times in any respect. Now Diane’s co-star was a man to be desired. Steven Woodford was an example of muscles that never went out of style. Clean shaven and chiseled features he had quickly risen to become a heartthrob of the nation and at only twenty nine years old he was the fantasy of every woman in the country. If only they knew the half of it.

‘Stand up please Mrs Winters?’ the costuming department were back. Diane rose to her feet and went to stand in front of the full length mirror in the corner of the room where the staff quickly set about perfecting her look. The movie required her to have a certain ‘damsel in distress look’ about her. A character who had been roughing it in the jungle for a few days. Her dress was tactically ripped in a few places and was smeared with dirt. Her shirt open enough to allow some titillation but not so far as to expose anything. And finally dirt across her face to make her look like she had been through the rough and tumble but not so much as to ruin her natural beauty. Considering her characters situation it took a lot of time and care to make things look carefree.

Diane’s phone buzzed loudly on the table.
‘Pass that here please’ Diane snapped, reaching out her hand despite the designer currently trying to work on it. The hairdresser did so obediently, being careful not to look at the screen of the phone whilst she did so, she had been trained well. Diane snatched the device from her hand and slid her fingers across the glass ignoring the quiet objection of the designer. There was a text from Steven.

‘Are you ready for the action my dear? Your husband is waiting’

Diane smiled and sent a quick text back to him.

‘As ready as I was last night, the costume people are still messing about’

Diane passed her phone back to the hairdresser who placed it face down on the table. As the costumer designers tweaked and poked at her Diane thought back to the previous night and smiled a little to herself. Even better, she thought about tonight when she would be doing the same again. Finally the helpers finished and Diane examined herself quickly in the mirror. Satisfied she walked quickly to the door and then finally out onto the darkened film set. Steven was stood by the door waiting for her. He smiled as she exited her room and offered her his arm. She took it with a smile of her own and he led her onto the set itself. Made to look like a light jungle with a rocky outcropping to the side to cover a platform on which the lizard-man leader was going to stand. The Lizard-men themselves were standing in a group by the side of the set, texting on phones, eating the buffet food or idly chatting, Diane’s smile dropped from her face as she saw them. The suits they were wearing, and it wasn’t the fact that they weren’t wearing the heads or hands, were just some of the least convincing things she had ever seen. They seemed to droop loosely off the stuntmen’s bodies and the tails hung limply, no life in them at all.

‘As much as I do admire your husbands desire to stick to traditional styles of movie making and keeping to traditions I can’t help but fear that his results are somewhat…lacking’ said Steven, following Diane’s glance and smirking.

‘Well you know Harry, he refuses to catch up to the modern times, says if he can’t touch something, feel it’s texture then he can’t believe it’s real and if he can’t believe it then why should his audience? Personally I wish he would catch up to the same decade as the rest of us. You don’t make money by making something believable, though I can’t remember the last time he even managed that.’

‘As oppose to yourself’ Steven commented quietly ‘Your performance last night was exceptional’

‘Please darling, I was perfect. Though you were by no means tame yourself.’

‘Well I do always strive to impress, I don’t suppose Harry has notice anything?’

‘Please Steven, you give him too much credit, when he has a film to work on Harry doesn’t notice anything, even when he isn’t working he is hardly the sharpest tool in the shed.’

‘Are you ever anything but harsh to the poor man, he is your husband after all’

‘Not for long’ replied Diane speaking even quieter. ‘Celebrity divorce is all the range nowadays.’ The pair chuckled to themselves as they stood around the set waiting for the director to make his presence known. It didn’t take long.

‘Ah Diane, Steven, glad you could make it, I thought I might have to come get you myself’

‘As if you could Harry, and from the looks of it I would say that you are the late one.’ Steven spoke in a jovial manner but there was a small twist to his lip that betrayed malice. Harry Winters was slowly jogging across the set towards them. His creased shirt was untucked and his jeans seemed reluctant to stay around his waist, the belt he wore hardly seeming to keep them up. As he hurried across the set he tripped on one of the cables stretched across the floor and only just managed to save himself from slamming into the floor.

‘Well I’m sorry for my tardiness’ he joked again as he reached the pair, ‘there was a problem in the boiler room and I had to go and try to help.

‘Oh Harry, I didn’t know the director was also doubling as the janitor, though I guess it does explain your appearance.’ Replied Diane, hardly managing to keep the contempt from her voice.

‘What? Oh yea sorry for that too, I was working all night on some rewrites for today’s scenes. Did you two have fun though; you went out for a meal didn’t you?’

‘Oh yes we had a great night, Steven took me to an amazing restaurant just outside town’

‘That’s great, I’ll have to take you there when we finally wrap this one up’ replied Harry

‘Oh that would be wonderful, a celebration meal.’ Replied Diane, the sarcasm clear for all to hear except for Harry it seemed.

‘Right shall we get on with today’s shoot? I’m dying to see this new scene finished so that I can get on with my new rewrites.’

And with that Harry rushed off over to the Lizard-men who were just wrapping up their meal. Diane turned to Steven and gave him a look of despair which he readily returned; more reshoots could well extend the shoot for another week. Harry was so meticulous about everything being to his vision. The pair didn’t get a chance to return to their conversation however as Harry was already hurrying back over, the Lizard-men I tow with gleeful looks on their young faces. One of Harry’s many talents was his ability to employ the fresh out of collage actor and actress wannabees and convince them that they were signing on for some sort of amazing project when really all he ever gave them was another Harry Winters disaster.

‘Places everyone, places!’ Called Harry and the cast of the scene scrambled into position.

The lights were dimmed and the set was filled with quiet ambient sounds. Diane and Steven took their places and fixed their best worried looks as the scene demanded. As contemptuous as they may have been of the film and it’s director they both prided themselves on being professionals of their fallen and they took it extremely seriously.

‘Ready everyone! And…Action!’ called Harry and slammed the clapper board down.

Thought the screen in front of him Harry watched as the empty set for a few seconds before Steven slowly crept onto the set followed by Diane who clung to him like she was afraid that to let go would result in her being blown away in some none existent tornado. The two really were superb actors thought Harry as they advanced onto the set and stopped dead center of the camera. It was times like these that harry loved, seeing his visions slowly unfold before him like some vast carpet. He didn’t care what the papers called his movies or when they reported delays and setbacks, harry enjoyed the business for the art and he felt vindicated every time he met on of his cult following fans. On camera Steven was holding aloft the fake torch he had and peering into the darkness of the none existent jungle.

‘Oh please can’t we stop?’ pleaded Diane ‘My poor feet are aching so badly!’

‘Absolutely not, you’ve seen what those creatures did to the others, do you want them to catch us and do the same to us?’ replied Steven in a grim and determined voice.

‘But I’m so tired, I don’t think I can physically go any further’ continued Diane

‘Then I’ll carry you damn it but if we want to get out of here then we simply can’t stop.’

The pair took a few more steps before Diane turned, pulled a horrified face and let out one of her iconic scream queen yells. From the jungle backdrop came the Lizard-men. In the darkened set and with the proper camera angles the suits looked remarkably lifelike thought Harry, the prop guys had really stepped up. The actors to were doing a great job in moving in an imposing way, keeping low and bobbing from side to side, these kids had really taken on board what Harry had told them about how he wanted them to move. One of them passed the toy ceremonial knife he had from one hand to the other as he advanced, a nice little touch but maybe a bit too human, then again who was harry to say what these creatures would do? He would have to consider it.

On screen Steven had backed away from the creature closest to him and tried his best to usher Diane behind him who, as reluctant as she was to give up any screen time, relented and made a few small side steps in order to look sheltered. In the background one of the Lizard-men hurried quickly to the side so that he wouldn’t look to be too close to Diane.

‘Get behind me’ Steven commanded, somewhat unnecessarily, and pulled the small revolved he had from it’s holster.

One of the Lizard-men advanced a few quick paces towards him and Steven raised the gun and fired there was a puff of smoke and the sound man hit the button for the gun sound effects. The Lizard-man stumbled backwards and threw his arms up, dropping his own dagger. There was another gunshot and he took another step, then a third and he stumbled again, his foot getting wrapped up in the tail of the suit and he fell over backwards in a heap.

‘Cut!’ called Harry and the lights went back on.

Harry quickly got out of his chair and rushed to make sure his actor was OK while Diane and Steven looked on in irritation.

‘He’s fine Harry, he was supposed to fall over, what was the problem with that?’

‘I thought he might have hurt himself Diane, can’t have any of our actors injured, and his foot was clearly caught on his tail, what lizard-man gets caught in his own tail?’

‘I’m OK Mr Winters, I’m just sorry I ruined the shot’ said the Lizard-man, getting to his feet and picking his dagger back up, ‘I’m just real sorry I ruined your shot.’ Harry recognized the boy’s voice to belong to that of a young intern who had volunteered to be an extra, Glen.

‘Not at all Glen, don’t you worry about it, there is always time for re-shoots, isn’t that what I always say Diana?’

‘Thats what you always say Harry’ replied Diane, putting heavy emphasis on the word say.

‘Right everyone, back to your places, we’ll pick up from the scream.’ Said Harry.

The places were set again and the clapper board went down again.

Diane screamed as the Lizard-men advanced on the pair again. Steven raised his pistol and shot at Glen who did the same routine as before, this time managing to dodge the suits tail and fall better than an expert could down to the ground. Steven turned and fired again at the next Lizard-man who did a not so professional job of falling as he toppled backwards but the camera angle managed to cut off the least dignified bits of it. The Lizards got closer to the leading couple and Steven raised his gun again and pulled the trigger. This time there was no puff of smoke, no gun noise and Steven looked at the gun with an excellent look of fear and determination before turning and hurling the prop at the closest Lizard-man. The poor Lizard-man was completely taken aback by this and flailed wildly at the heavy prop, managing to bat it away just in time before it sailed into the mouth of the costume.

‘Cut!’ called Harry again

‘What the fuck was that?!’ shouted the Lizard-man angrily

‘It was improvisation, you think my character would just stand there with an empty gun?’

‘No Steven, you can’t just throw the props at people, they could get hurt and that prop wasn’t cheap.’

‘You almost hit me in the face you Asshole!’ shouted the Lizard-man again.

‘Hey you gotta be ready for this kinda thing if you wanna make it in the business you amateur.’ Replied Steven.

The Lizard-man flipped him the bird.

‘OK Guys calm it down ok, it was an accident, it won’t happen again, can we please get back to the shoot?’ said harry who had gone to pick up Steven’s gun and was now handing it back to him. ‘We’re all friends here after all.’

‘Yes Mr Winters’ said the Lizard-man

‘I think it was a good thought Harry, Steven was right, about his character I mean’ said Diane.

‘Maybe but can we please leave it out from now on Steven?’ asked Harry

‘As you say Harry’ replied Steven like a petulant child. ‘You’re the director.’

‘OK people, back to your places! Bill, I Hate to ask but can you stop doing the toying with the knife thing? I think it takes away from the character a bit. Oh and Lewis, you owe the swear jar two dollars. Seriously you student’s are gonna fix the third world with your foul mouths’ Called Harry

They all returned to their places and harry called out

‘This is it boys and girls, the big final shoot, let’s do it perfect. Action!’

The scene played out once more and the Lizard-men approached the couple. Their weapons gleaming in the low lights. Strange, thought Diane, their weapons look pretty real, maybe Harry finally invested in some decent props. Steven raised and fired his gun again. There was the puff of smoke, the bang and the Lizard-man kept advancing. Steven pulled the trigger again. The puff of smoke, the noise, and Glen completely ignored it.

‘Oh come on now? Really?’ said Steven as he and Diane dropped character in exasperation.

‘Keep going guys, come on!’ called Harry

‘The shot is ruined now, Let’s just close this off, I can’t work with these people’ complained Steven.

But the Lizard-men kept closing on them, still wrapped up in the scene.

‘Come on guys, this is the final scene, act it out!’ called Harry.

‘What is the point harry, they ruined it!’ called Diane, stamping her foot. The Lizard-men were only a few feet away now and still closing.

‘Back off!’ shouted Steven, pushing Glen hard in the chest and forcing him back onto his ass.

As he moved however another Lizard-man lept from the background and grabbed Steven around the neck.

‘What the fuck!’ screamed Diane before another of the lizard-men grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from Steven. Diane let out the best scream she had even released on screen and another Lizard-man grabbed her legs and the pulled her to the floor.

Steven managed to fight the Lizard-man off his back and turned to help Diane but glen was back on his feet and now he and another Lizard-man grabbed Steven by the shoulders and dragged him backwards.

‘Excellent guys, excellent, this is perfect. Not too far now Glen, Lewis, I still want them both in shot!’

‘What the fuck are you doing Harry!’ shouted Steven as he struggled.

‘Cameramen, a close up on the stab now! Here it comes!’ called harry, still directing the scene like it was all normal.

‘You fucking…’ started Steven but then lewis rounded on him, thrusting the knife he had been holding forward and piercing Steven in the side. Blood ran freely down the ripped shirt Steven had been wearing and started to rapidly pool on the floor. Diane screamed again and started begging, pleading to know what was happening.

‘What is happening? What do you think is happening Diane? I’m changing the script.’ Replied harry in the same calm voice he had had through the entire series of events.

‘Harry…Why? Steven…you …he’ll’ Diane tried to say but she was sobbing too hard now as another blade was pushed up under her chin, the cold steel easily cutting into the skin and making her struggle a little more.

‘Why Diane? Why? I think you both know why. You think I wouldn’t find out what you were doing? Do you think I was born yesterday?’

Steven tried to say something but all then came out were desperate gasps for air.

‘In my own bed Diane? I could maybe have forgiven the motels and the fake dinners. But shaming me in my own bed? Not to mention everything you have been saying about me. I admit I never really thought this marriage was working out but to go and do that to me?’

‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!’ begged Diane as she struggled. As she blubbered her dress turned darker and water pooled around her legs.

‘Hey shoot that’ harry said to one of the camera men, ‘someone is bound to pay for shots of the refined Diane Winters pissing herself on set.’

‘I got it Sir’ the camera man replied.

‘Good’ Said Harry, returning his gaze to his wife. Steven, turning ever paler, was all but ignored, hanging in the arms of Glen and Lewis.

‘You know I think in hindsight I could have even forgiven all that. But there was one thing I could not forgive Diane. It was you two, running around like you owned the place and making it look like you were bigger than the business itself. The business I love more than anything. Nothing is bigger than the movies Diane, no thing and no one. Ever!’

‘Sir this one is fading fast, not as mush fight as he made out!’ called Glen.

‘Oh but you two can die now, knowing that you will make history. You are about to be part of the most realistic murder scene of two characters that has ever been put to film. But don’t worry, Annabelle is already all lined up to take the place as the new leading lady, and I’m sure she will do fine. But we must hurry, so if you will kids, make them scream.’

There was no use in struggling and Diane could only watch as more knives were plunged into Steven and then as they closed on her, quickly turning her red dress into a bloody mess.

‘Cut’ yelled Harry when the pair finally stopped twitching. ‘And that is a wrap on that scene! Well done everybody.’

The lights went back up and the Lizard-men removed their heads to take a better look at their handiwork.

‘I think it looks pretty good sir, just like the prop work you did on Abomination a few years ago’ said Glen

‘More like Sunset Maelstrom if you ask me’ said Lisa, one of the other Lizard-men.

‘Thank you, you’re too kind. Now lets take a break guys so the prop men can get in here and get to work on the remains, there are still some shots to be filled with the rest of the cast before we can dispose of the remains.’

‘Are you sure everyone else is OK with this Sir?’ asked Lisa as she left the set.

‘Don’t worry Lisa, they’re all on board. Annabelle is a little nervous but thats just because she doesn’t want to see the bodies. And Lewis, don’t forget the swear jar.’

‘You either sir’ replied Lewis

‘What?’ said Harry, stopping in his tracks and giving Lewis a stern look.

‘Well…you did say pissing, isn’t piss a swear word?’ said lewis, a look of sudden fear on his face.

There was a brief pause.

‘Of course I did! Well spotted Lewis. I had forgotten. Guess I ought to put in for Diana as well.’ Replied harry at last, pulling out his wallet to a relieved look on lewis’s face.

‘Now come on guys, you all go get changed and I’ll see you down the bar tonight, first round is on me!’ shouted Harry and the crowd cheered.