Purple Monster

His room was a suprise – though she had been in Bodges and they had both been in hers she had never been in Snakes room – it was alot bigger than she had been expecting he had a double bed and two rooms! That was unheard off. ‘How you got this?’ she asked startled.

He grinned at her, ‘cool isn’t it?’

It certianly was with a holoplex screen and a VR unit in the corner. Her stomache fluttered when she saw it and she narrowed her eyes, ‘Snake?’ she said, he’d wondered further in and was digging a long neglected out of chrom box. ‘How are you affording this?’

He ignored the question she felt uneasy, she walked over to him and put her hand on his arm, he didn’t meet her eyes, ‘why did the corp buy you out of Juvi?’ He jurked away from her.

‘Do you want a coffee? I know I have some somewhere.’ he said in a rush as if she hadn’t spoken but he was shaking slightly.

‘Snake – its ok you can tell me.’ he sighed heavily.

‘I killed my father,’ he said quietly.

She nodded, holding his hand.

‘I then hid his funds, I hide the trail so well that they had to get a code 6 to break my encryptions,’ He waited for the horror, he was tense under her fingers.

‘It was meditated, I planned the whole thing Punk all of it.’ His voice was dangerous and quiet.

‘Who’d he hurt?’ she asked, Snake didn’t seem like a cold blooded killer, but he did have a vengful streak. He twitched, ‘my sister, she couldn’t walk even with the new nano-receptors she was bed ridden she needed looking after and mum got so sick looking after us…’ She squezed his hand his eyes were bright and bloodshot, the seemed to glow with light.

She nodded, ‘So what did they buy you out for? You computing skills?’ He looked at her slightly frightened and slightly embarrassed.

She kissed him, he hesitated and then they were kissing, passion and emotion poured out of him in that kiss. She sat on the edge of his bed, he sat next to her and gathered her to him, he was still so warm she pushed him down so they could roll together.

They snuggeled and talked of the gig they might play that night – the islands had created a very unique system – there were pretty much only organised and sanctioned events but as they were attempting to emulate the Indie and Alternative cultures of the past they had set up the Bootleg Club the whole idea was that it was The Underground but and this was crusial (at least to the Punk) it was Sanctioned. The outliers of society had been factored in, she wasn’t sure how many of the customers realised this but it slightly killed it for her. It was like the annale meeting of the Federation of Anachists they had organised themselves when she had heared about them she thought it was initially a joke she had spewed synth-beer everywhere when she realised it wasn’t.

Never the less they were the back up band and Apathetic Anarchist was a good band, she had been grooming them for a while now. They were well a mish mash of styles that would have been laughed at at other periods in time but now it was an edge sound, no one was else was blending medevial court music with the electronica and thrash sound.

She wasn’t sure it was really working just yet but they had the pretend blood to spray at the audience and replica ancient TV’s and Pooter modules to trash. They were of course all made out of sugar and biodegradable poly and were safe in that the were no nasty sharp fragments but the audience again did not know this and it gave them the rush they craved.

They were due at the lock up to practice early that evening this also served as a warm up session as they were going strat from there to the gig. They had initially rarely got to play but with the record lable gobbling up all the bigger bands they were more and more frequently being called on to feel the gaps and had even amassed their own following.

Snake thought the goth girl was perhapse a talent scout and was actually quiet excited that she would be at the gig. She felt a tightness in her stomache the slightest thing made her jump and had her pumped full of adrenaline.

Still they met Bodge and she had set the hair former to moheccian Spike, the Pink Irridescant Still Suit was polished by Snake after she had put it on – much to his embarrassement – strangly it was a job he had done with quiet enthuseasm for the past few weeks to see him blush over it now was quiet funny. The acid pink bomber jacker was slung over the top with the addition of the now glittery A in a circle that Bodge had spent the previous night embroydering. She tried not to roll her eyes at it, he’d found it in an old book and thought it was Edge.

She added the tacky flashing pink heart neckless, chuncky and faceted and something that a child would have played with in the last century. The knee high flame boots were placed upon her feet making her a tottering tower of lumanous, irridescant, glittering, strobbing pink. She added the sugar gloss, magenta tribal strips on her cheeks and chromatic eye shadow set to ‘pinks’. Her nails went into the growing cube and came out as lurid pink talons.

She looked at her reflection and grinned cheekily.

Snakes blue hair was still lank and he still looked like a badly cast character from a classic aname but then that sort of fit with it. Bodge was podgy and looked like he should be running Dev’s caffe but that was ok too.

She twerlled her drum sticks and they set off for the club.

Almost as soon as they stepped through the purple and chrome doors the Events Manager was on them, he was a ferrety man whos eyes where too bright, he seemed to be assesssinng people all the time he was talking to them. He made her skin crawl. As was happening with an increasing frequency the main act had been bought out and shipped to Shralanka for that nights Uber Gig.

They grinned at each other and proceeded to start setting up their gear. This wasn’t technically part of their job but it was the bit they would happily do for free. Then the early too keen and probably under age kids begain to arrive – off course on the islands everything was wholesome so it just restricted what rec substances they could perchase. But the young keen ones who didn’t know to be late tended to turn up as soon as the doors opened. There were two other acts – there should have been three so they would be doing a double session which would be painful and physically demanding but they were well worth it for the buzz and how the audience engaged with the music, the atmosphere the zone.

They lurked in a corner of the bar drinking synth beer or in Snakes case Mango Smoothy. The Punk scanned the club cesslessly checking for anything odd, but that was like looking for a tree in a forest. She finially gave up and bought a but load of bar nuts. ‘You shouldn’t eat those things’ Snaked said looking scandalised.

‘Why?’ she said around a mouthful.

‘They’ll dehydrate you.’ he said eyeing her up and blushing once more. She grinned at him and then ordered several more synth-beers.

And then suddenly they were on stage and her stomache gave a jolt as it always did – it didn’t matter how many times she did this sort of thing her stomache always, always flipped and somehow the thought that perhaspe Snake was right and she was wrong and that a talent scout was actaully after them made her even more nervous.

It wasn’t just how they performed though – these were her songs, her riffs, she had infact engeeneered an entire new type of music and she was worried about weather it was actually any good. Everytime the crowd surged to dance to her rhythems it was a small victory, everytime they lurked in the shadows looking at her though their make-up she died a bit inside. This was worse and better than battle, this was a rich war of self and she was enjoying it immensly, she hated actual battles actually wars but it did give you a buzz – well this gave her the buzz and then something.

They were reaching fever pitch – she was twerling and whirling and thumping a rythme that was part of her, she was riding above the cloud in her own personaly place when the trickle of fear started something wasn’t right. She tried to think throuhg the pounding beat, tried to stretch her mind back into the physicality that was the club. She missed a beat and the looked up from the drums straight into the eyes of the woman, her black alice band reflecting minute pin ppoints of the disco lights. She stared back, dark apathy seemed to radiate off of her, she was some how insectile. A cold sweat ran down the Punks back. The lights died, the clubs power was gone. The crowd panicked.

In a society where back up genreators where more than the norm they were mandatory adn power cuts had been unheard off for a hundred years it was truelly scary. They surged, the Punk shouted to Snake not knowing if he could hear her above the panicked bleatings. And then she heard a noise to chill her heart. A preassure dart. A slight deadning of the air, she surged forward seeking Snakes coat with her fingers – something mock leather touched her finger tips she locked onto it and pulled the owner over.

They both cascatded backward with a cacophany of instraments being mangeled. An explosion shock the floor and she was releived to find herself still in one piece. A slicing pain ripped through her torso but she ignored it. There was a strange silence in the club and then someone screamed. Whimpers and wails followed, there was an acrid smell of fear in the air and then the lights came back on with a vengence the brightness hurt her eyes – these weren’t the party reverlar atmospheric lights these where the cleaning and fixing things up lights. As she blinked colours popping behind her lids security poured into the room with there plex armour and stun guns. Hysteria begain to burn up the crowd – its biggest danger was now itself.

A soft moan escaped the body she had dragged down with her, she forced herself to look, Snakes hair was palstered to his head with blood he looked pale and sweaaty. She checked him over, he’d got a bad wack on the head. He needed treatment the preasure bullet maybe cuasing bleeding inside him even though it hadn’t hit him. Her heart hammered in her chest, she needed to check on bodge but part of her was corcous, the gunman may still be lurking awaiting its next chance. Looks like she was right after all. Security were suddenly above her their head torches blinding her, she almost reacted on reflex she almost fought them. But she was bleeding and they were there to stop the attackers.

‘Help?’ she said, the light bobbed and there was static of a comm unit. Her head tingled. ‘Snakes hurt, Bodge? Bodge?’ She tried to sit to look at the stage. The Security tried to stop her, but blood lose was never that much of a problem for her unless it became extreme. She located the keyboard. there was blood all over the keys. ‘Bodge? BODGE!’ she started to fight the security a medi dart punctured her neck – she slumped forward into oblivian.

Posted: Friday, November 13th, 2009 @ 6:14 pm
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