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Eternal Assassin: Ep 27 | Bluffing

In the not-too-distant future, a being named Elerezel is cursed with a twisted, parasitic form of immortality. He is a serial killer and angel of vengeance in one. His whole existence is to hunt the targets given to him by some supernatural power and exterminate them. If his host dies, Elerezel is thrust into a new body and is given a new set of names.

This is the story of Elerezel, the Eternal Assassin, and he has a list.


Episode 27: Bluffing

I awake with a start and suck in a loud lungful of air. Everything is dark. It’s not pitch black though. To my right, there is a sliver of light—a crack under the door.

Did it work? Am I out? I climb to my feet and check the door. It’s locked. Not good, but it doesn’t mean they still have me.

I start to feel my way around the room. The floor and walls are concrete. They’re smooth and cool to the touch.

Then footsteps. Someone is coming. One person, wearing heels of some kind.

Two shadows appear in the space under the door. The person has stopped right outside.

The room explodes in light. I shield my eyes until they can adjust. As I’m rubbing my eyes, the door clicks and creaks open. When I’m finally able to see again, I look up and my heart sinks.

“Did you really think you would get away that easily?”  Dressed in a black lab coat, Anatsia laughs. “I was told you knew about The Engine. Knew how it worked more than anyone. And yet you think you can stop it by putting a few bullets into the controls?”

I stare at her, doing my best to keep my face a blank mask.

The old torture hag just shakes her head. “You are utterly pathetic. As you can see, you failed.”

She steps closer. Two guards file in behind her and take aim on me. Anatsia gets right up to my face. “You’re still here.”

She turns and heads back to the door. “Cuff him and bring him.”

Shit.

The guards step toward me.

I need more time.

Guard number two pulls out a set of digital submission manacles.

Dammit. They put those on me and they have control of my muscles and nervous system. Nothing I can do. So, I do the only thing I can. I bluff.

“You think I was trying to escape?”

“Hold!” Her voice breaks the silence.

The guards pause. Number two turns back to Anatsia.

She holds her hand up and steps closer, letting it fall as she passes between them. Her eyes narrow and she tilts her head a little. She’s studying me, trying to mentally call my bluff.

I have to push harder. I give a half of a laugh. “I understand there is no escape from here. Only way in or out is to die and that machine controls it all.”

Her chin lifts. She’s listening, scrutinizing every word.

“Look. I talked with Brutus.”

Anatsia’s eyes go wide. “You … spoke to him?”

I nodd. “Yep. And apparently, he and I used to be best buddies. Until all …” I wave my hands around. “This.”

“Go on.”

I turn and take a step. The guards respond by taking aim on my head. Anatsia calms them with a flash of her hand.

I smile and continue. “The way I figure it. I disappeared. He felt abandoned and alone. Awareness Vectoring Oversight Network came in or was started and took over the project. As my right hand man, he was held responsible.

Coming back around, I’m facing her again. “He explained what’s going on here. AVOnet is a world-governmental body, answerable to who, exactly?”

Wait two seconds for dramatic pause … and … “No one, that’s who. So, Brutus started this. A chance for people to take Awareness Vectoring in whatever direction they determine, without the dictatorial oversight.”

Anatsia shrugs “So?”

“So? SO?” So. “So, AVOnet has been pushing me around, making me do their dirty work for the last two hundred years.”

I step closer to her, my wrists out for her to shackle. “You think I was trying to leave? I was making sure you had another body lined up for me here.”

“Then why did you shoot the console?”

“Why did I …” Shit. C’mon, come up with something fast. “Huh. I don’t know.” That was not it.

“Nice try, but, you see …” She gives me that yellowed-toothy smile. “Everyone here knows AVOnet was your idea. Brutus’s own words. He’s already told me what kind of a person you are, how you’re such a Boyscout. How you always believed in oversight and thought it was necessary.”

Anatsia steps up and pokes me in the chest. “So yes, I know exactly who you are and who you were.”

“You do?”

She tries to keep her smile from getting any bigger. “Yes, I do.”

“So you know who I was? Originally.”

She walks around me and laughs again. “Of course. I believe your original name was Ale—”

An explosion somewhere in the facility rocks the ground and walls. Concrete dust falls from the ceiling. Overhead, the light flickers for a second.

Anatsia looks up then whips around. She points her bony finger at the guard on the right. “You! Go find out what the hell is going on.”

The guard raises his weapon and leaves. Guard number two watches the other leave, and like a flash, I know this is my chance.

This body’s muscles react slower than I want, but it’s fast enough. I reach her just as her gaze lands on me. My hands plant against her chest and her eyes go wide. Using my momentum, I crash into her and then into the first guard.

The three of us slam into the concrete wall. Anatsia collapses to the floor from between the guard and I, and I press my advantage. Three shots, square to his jaw and his eyes roll up into his head. He falls to the floor unconscious.

Air comes to my lungs in ragged gasps. I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath. Between the gasps and the pounding in my head, I hear the whine of a stunner powering up. Damn.

When I open my eyes, I look up and see Anatsia. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth and there is a lump on the side of her head.

“You’re a tricky sonofabitch.” She wipes the blood away with the back of her hand. “I’ll just have to make sure you are unconscious until we get you strapped in.”

Anatsia raises the stunner. She smiles then her eyes go wide. Her jaw drops open and a gurgle escapes her mouth. Tiny blue sparks dance between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. More sparks light up her eyes.

I watch as she falls to the floor, face first. A large splotch of red is in the center of her back and it’s growing.

I look up. A lump forms in my throat and my heart sinks again. Before me I see a mousy-looking woman in a lab coat, but her hair is pulled back into two ponytails. Neon red yarn holds her blonde hair in place. Additional pieces of yarn are interwoven in her ponytails.

“God, I always hated that bitch.” The woman is staring at the body of Anatsia, then looks up to me. “Honey, I’m  home.”

Her name escapes my lips in a whisper. “Stilleta.”

“Aww!” Gothpunk Girl puts her hand over her heart, in mock emotion. “You really do care.”


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Eternal Assassin: Ep 26 | The Engine

In the not-too-distant future, a being named Elerezel is cursed with a twisted, parasitic form of immortality. He is a serial killer and angel of vengeance in one. His whole existence is to hunt the targets given to him by some supernatural power and exterminate them. If his host dies, Elerezel is thrust into a new body and is given a new set of names.

This is the story of Elerezel, the Eternal Assassin, and he has a list.


Episode 26: The Engine

I sprint down the hall, a spray of bullets from the guards chasing me shredding the wall behind me. The cracks of gunfire echo in the narrow walkways off the speckled linoleum floor. Glass from one of the LED lights explodes and showers my back with tiny shards.

At least the alarm is off.

I fire a couple shots back at them to make them duck and sprint down the hallways, turning a few corners here and there. After I think I’ve lost them, I pause to check my ammo. Just a few shots left. Knocked out a few guards a while ago, now I’m stuck with the regular pistol.

A few feet ahead there’s a T-intersection. I bolt for it. As I round that corner, I slam right into another pair of guards. Too close to shoot, I take this fight in hand to hand.

The guard on the right, a redheaded guy, stumbles back from my impact. The other one, a little more aware, throws a punch. I bob to the side and down, coming up right into his masked jaw with my fist. Bone cracks. He drops.

Red recovers faster than I expect. The butt of his pistol smashes into my temple. My vision explodes in stars. He follows with a punch to my gut.

I double over just right for him to smash the top of my head with his gun. Agony erupts from my head and fills my body.

Red stands over me, holding his weapon just inches from my skull. I feel each throb of ache as blood trickles from the top down the side of my head.

“Do not get up.” His voice, muffled from his face mask, drifts to my ears. He lifts his other hand up to his face. “This is Makinski, prisoner acquired. Torres is down. Request support.”

It’s difficult to think. The pulsing in my head clouds everything, and everything is pain.

But pain is not what it used to be.

From the corner of my eye, I watch. He glances over at the other guy on the ground.

“Hey, you okay?”

Red turns back just in time to see me knock his pistol hand aside. Rising up, I bring my own gun up into his chin and squeeze the trigger.

The top of his head explodes, painting the ceiling in chunks of red.
A quick look tells me that Torres is out cold. Or he’s faking it. Either way, I don’t expect much from him.

I bend down to grab Torres’s comms. Maybe I can get ahead of these asshats if I know what they’re talking about. Peeling off his mask I stop, voices and boots are approaching from down the hall.

Gotta go.

I bolt down the hall, away from the voices. My pulse races. I start to lose control of my breathing. Dammit. Panic is filtering in at the edges of my mind. I have to find the Transcendence Engine before they find me again. I feel like that’s inevitable. The remnants of Anatsia’s drugs, and the synthetic adrenaline I used to counter them, still trickle through my veins.

Rounding a corner, I skid to a halt. I see it. Just a few feet away, there’s a door. Next to the door handle, a print and retina scan terminal bars the entrance. Overhead, a sign reads, “T. E. Lab.”

Two more guards stand at the entrance. They’re as surprised as I am, but they recover quickly. I dive to the side, back around the corner just as a hail of bullets shreds the air where I was just standing.

Taking a quick breath, I reach around and fire a couple shots blindly. They pause then fire again. We repeat the pattern a couple times. Then I make my move. I jump across the open hallway and roll, dropping the one on the left on my second shot.

My third shot misses, but the fourth hits the other guard in the leg. He falls to his knees, still firing. I’m a small target in my prose position. Even so, he clips my arm.

Gritting my teeth against the pain, I fire again, catching him between the eyes.

More voices echo from down the hall. Damn, they’re closing in. They had to have heard those gunshots.

I check my ammo. Almost out, so I grab what I can from the two dead guards, as well as an extra pistol. With the others on their way, I don’t have time to hack the security panel. Six bullets do the trick destroy the magnetic lock and I kick in the door itself.

Inside, I find a massive machine that looks like a donut standing on end. At the center of the hole, a blue light sparkles and twists. Staring at it makes my head start to hurt.

To my left is a control room. Through the thick, glass window I can see two scientists. I walk up the five stairs and kick in the door, a gun in each hand.

The man and woman in white both jump and cower against the far wall.

I keep the weapons trained on them. “Run or die.”

They run.

Once they’re out of the room I set guns down on the console. I scan the holodisplays and the screens. I know that I should have no idea what any of this means. And yet, I do. Not so well that I could explain it. More like …

Brutus said I knew this technology before. I just have to trust that this feeling is buried knowledge.

My hands move, almost on their own, scrolling through the safety systems and power levels. Yes, this. And this. Here, this to maximum. Then this …

I step back. I’m not entirely sure what I just did. Yet, somehow I know it’s exactly what I need.

Something catches my attention from the corner of my eye. In slow motion, I turn. A steady stream of guards pour in through the door. They’re searching the room.

Two of them peel off to the right, then two more to the left.

“Contact!”

I can’t let them in here. I can’t let them change the controls. Have to …

I reach for my gun and the lead guard fires. Two shots take me in the side. My hands grasp the pistols. Another shot hits me square in the gut.

Squeezing off five rounds, the two heading for me drop. But the others are right their. I can’t take them all out, not before they kill me, again.

With no other choice, I turn on the console and fire. I get off five or six rounds before the hail of gunfire starts.  In seconds I’m falling. I smell the hot circuits and spent gunpowder. Then one of the bullets takes me in the head and it’s all black.

Gods I hope I did enough damage.


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|Eternal Assassin: Ep 25 | Brutus

In the not-too-distant future, a being named Elerezel is cursed with a twisted, parasitic form of immortality. He is a serial killer and angel of vengeance in one. His whole existence is to hunt the targets given to him by some supernatural power and exterminate them. If his host dies, Elerezel is thrust into a new body and is given a new set of names.

This is the story of Elerezel, the Eternal Assassin, and he has a list.


Episode 25: Brutus

The scientist’s words catch me off guard. So I’m stuck down here. No way in or out but to die. But wait, that can’t be entirely true.

“You’re lying.”

His lips curl into a faint smile, like I figured out a puzzle. “Am I?”

The scientist turns and walks around a desk near the far wall and sits down. He points to a chair opposite him. “Will you sit?”

I take the few cautious steps and lower myself into the chair. It feels good to sit. I feel like I haven’t in days. Oh, wait. I haven’t.

“You’re much smarter than they give you credit for.” His smile grows wider. “But then again, the game was rigged for you, no?”

“How do you mean?”

“Your memory. You know nothing of your past. You have been floating around, doing good, and all without any real idea of what you are doing.”

My eyes narrow before I can stop them, giving away my confusion. “How did you know that? Who are you?”

He laughs. “I suppose you would not recognize me, even if I was in my original body. Here, they call me Brutus. But when last you and I met, you knew me as Mark Vurt.”

The name tickles the back of my mind, but when I try to grasp at the thought, it’s gone. “I …”

“Do you remember me?”

I shake my head. “I thought maybe, but no.”

Brutus nods. “I expected enough.”

A long, quiet moment hangs in the air. This man knew me. He’s a scientist working on … hopping, I assume. On any day other than today, I would have had a million questions. Now, only one comes to mind.

“Why do you work for them?”

He laughs again. “I do not really work for them, per se.”

“What d’you mean?”

Brutus eyes me for a moment. His eyes narrow just the slightest bit and he lets his tongue rest on the inside of his lower lip. A flash of some blurred memory brushes across my mind and is gone as fast as it came. Something about me and him in an argument.

“What is your plan?”

He’s diverting. I’ll play his game for now. “Not sure yet. Contrary to what you said, there has to be a way out.”

“Why?”

“Food, water and air.”

He shrugs. “So? These things can be grown or made here, just like in space.”

“True. But not the hosts.”

He points at me and laughs. “There’s the brilliant mind I knew. Yes, of course. There must be a way in and out. But only those in absolute control would know this, no? Why would I have any idea.”

“Fair point.” I suppose there is some logic to that. Strong leverage of control.Lets bring things back on track. “So what do you do here? I mean, if you don’t really work for them, why are you here?”

Brutus rests his arms on the desk and taps his fingers on the desk, first his left hand then his right, back and forth. He stares at me, judging, analyzing, calculating.

Finally, he takes a deep breath. “You think of this organization as a single, cohesive unit, much like your AVONet, right? But—”

“Hold on.” I raise my hand. “What’s Avonet?”

He chuckles. “The Awareness Vectoring Oversight Network, the international organization set up to police hopping, as you call it.”

“Okay, go on.”

“Anyway, you think of us as a cohesive group like AVONet, but that is not the case. We are much more like a collection of people who have similar interests.”

I scoff. “Like torturing and killing people?”

“Not specifically, but opposing AVONet is one of them.” He clears his throat and leans forward. “Yes, some of our members are more enthusiastic than other. Still, we prefer not to hold judgement on their methods, so long as their goals do not conflict with ours.”

“And what are those? Your goals I mean?”

He laughs again. “My you are very curious. That always was your best feature. And your second worst.”

What? My face twists in confusion. “My second worst? What was my worst?”

“Your worst?” Brutus stands and runs his fingers through his black hair. His arm twitches and I hear metal rollers turning. He’s opening the desk drawer just a little. “Well, that, of course, would be how utterly predictable you are.”

Brutus looks down as he thrusts his hands in the drawer. He pulls his hand up, turning to look at me. His hand rises out of the drawer and he has a gun. When his gaze falls on me aiming my stunner at his face, he freezes.

I stare down the weapon’s sights at him. “Well, I guess we’re both a little predictable today.”

“Sorry, you cannot blame me for trying, right?” He sets the gun down. “So now what?”

I bob my head to the left and right a little. “Eh… Now I shoot you.” I squeeze the trigger, sending an electrical stun bolt across the desk and into his chest.

His eyes go wide. He convulses for a second, then collapses to the floor.

Walking over to the desk, I grab his gun. It’s a real one, with bullets and everything. I shove the stunner into the back of my waistband and look down at him. “Not sure you saw that one coming.”


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Eternal Assassin: Ep 24 | Focus

In the not-too-distant future, a being named Elerezel is cursed with a twisted, parasitic form of immortality. He is a serial killer and angel of vengeance in one. His whole existence is to hunt the targets given to him by some supernatural power and exterminate them. If his host dies, Elerezel is thrust into a new body and is given a new set of names.

This is the story of Elerezel, the Eternal Assassin, and he has a list.


Episode 24: Focus

Every cell in my body feels like it’s vibrating. I push the plunger and inject the last few milliliters of Anatsia’s wake-up drugs into my veins. Now, instead of the world swirling around me like I’m drunk, it’s disturbingly hyper-clear.

I set the syringe back on the tray and turn to leave. A faint sound makes me turn back, something on metal. As my gaze sweeps across the room, I land on the syringe sliding off its perch.

Before I realize it, my hand is in motion. I snatch the plastic vial and needle out of the air and set it back. The speed at which my hand moved is almost faster than I can see.

Damn, whatever that shit was, it’s way better than coffee.

Coffee. Oh, gods I love coffee. I haven’t had any in so long. How long has it actually been? I think back. My memories flow like I’m scrolling through a folder of pictures on a computer. There it is, Nick. That night with Nick at the Denny’s.

Wow, that wasn’t that long ago. Still, feels like more than a year.

My gaze shifts and I remember where I am. What the hell? Oh Christ. Stay focused.

What’s next? Bodies. Gotta hide the bodies. A quick glance around reminds me there’s nowhere to put them. Best I can do is just to the side from the doorway, so casual observers won’t see them.

I pull them over near where my row of host bodies were hanging and take one of their guns. It’s just a stunner, but it’ll work. Good enough for now.

Out in the hall, the coast is clear. At least for a few seconds. I’ve got two directions. For no reason other than I hope it’s the right one, I pick the right.

I chuckle to myself. Right … Right … That’s bad, but funny too. People never get my sense of hu—

Footsteps up ahead. There’s a door to my left. I reach for the knob and it’s unlocked. After a peek, I can see it’s just a closet. I step inside and close the door until I can see a sliver of the hallway through the crack.

A few seconds later, a couple guys in white robes stroll by. They’re chatting in Spanish. Something about Anatsia. They’re arguing over whether she’s more like a wolverine or a badger.

They’re both wrong. She’s more like a cobra, venomous and cold blooded.

Dammit! What the hell is wrong with me. I can’t keep a straight thought. So much. Too much. Gotta keep moving.

I open the door a little and stick my head out into the hallway. They’re gone. Gotta go.

As I weave my way through the stone halls, I come to realized that this place is a maze. If I weren’t in my super-ADD state, I’d be lost. But the order of the hallways are more like a puzzle for my subconscious to put together. That helps. A little.

After ducking another scientist and a pair of guards, I find a pair of double swinging doors. Beyond them, the walls are hospital-white. The overhead lights are good ol’ fluorescent tubes.

Thank Heaven. Civilization.

The room flashes red. A shrill horn blares in my ears. I reach to cover them, but it barely helps.

I stumble back into the wall. The horn cuts out and comes back, repeating in a simple beat. Lights continue to pulse, disorienting me.

It takes a few seconds, but I finally realize this is an alarm. An alarm.

Shit, they’ve found the bodies.

Okay, focus, dammit. Just an alarm. Just an alarm.

The sound pulses in my skull. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on just the sound.

Just an alarm.

The sound shifts, just a little. Its volume doesn’t really decrease, it just … hurts less. Good, one down.

When I open my eyes, the pulsing red like is relegated to strips of LEDs embedded in the wall near the ceiling.

That’s it? That’s all it was? Damn. Those drugs did a real number on me.

Up ahead, there’s a door. I’ve gotta find a place to chill for a second. The halls are gonna be flooded with guards in a minute.

A sign next to the door reads “Lab 37”. There’s a keycard reader on the wall. Shit.

I step back and run my fingers through my hair. Random thoughts start to pick my mind, trying to distract me. Gotta focus, dammit, focus.

Behind me, the door handle jiggles. Before I realize it, the door opens and I fire the stunner right into the gut of a scientists. He stumbles back and I catch the door just before it closes.

The scientist falls to the floor.

Something rustles to my right. I swing around. At the far end of my stunner’s barrel is another man in a white coat. His hands are up.

“You’re the one they’re looking for, aren’t you? The Alpha?” His voice is smooth and calm. He’s not scared, why?

Oh, duh. Need to get used to the idea that everyone here is a hopper.

He moves his hands to his front, keeping his palms facing me. “Take it easy. I’m not going to call for them or anything. You can hide out here as long as you need.”

I reaffirm my grip on the weapon. “What? Why? Why would you help me?”

He smiles. “I wouldn’t exactly say I’m helping you. It’s just … You’re not getting out of here. At all. There’s no way out.”

“What’d you mean?”

“This place?” He waves, indicating the building. “This is where the keep the Transcendence Engine. You know, the machine that guides each agent’s consciousness to a new host. In other words, it’s completely sealed. No entrance. No exit. Physically.”

“But, that’s impossible. How is everyone here, then?”

He chuckles. “The only way in or out is to die.”


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Eternal Assassin: Ep 23 | Drugs

In the not-too-distant future, a being named Elerezel is cursed with a twisted, parasitic form of immortality. He is a serial killer and angel of vengeance in one. His whole existence is to hunt the targets given to him by some supernatural power and exterminate them. If his host dies, Elerezel is thrust into a new body and is given a new set of names.

This is the story of Elerezel, the Eternal Assassin, and he has a list.


Episode 23: Drugs

Barat’s fist slams into my face. I feel the bone split. As his knuckles continue to plow through my jaw, the jagged edge of the fractured bone grinds together, sending spiderweb cracks out all over the right side of my face.

I experience the whole thing in slow motion. Oddly, the shockwave splintering hurts more than the initial break.

The second his hand is no longer touching my face, everything rushes back to normal speed. Fire blazes in the hulking man’s eyes. He cocks back for another blow and sends it right into my sternum, just off to the right.

Again, bone breaks. This time, the jagged splinter slip and spears my heart. I try to pull air into my lungs, but it doesn’t help. Blood gushes through the torn opening and starts flooding the crevices in my chest.

My chest feels cold. The sensation grows and spreads to my arms and legs. There’s no pain really. Just the cold.

Barat’s eyes widen and he steps back. In his wide, shock-filled eyes I see my own reflection. My mouth is hanging open with my lower jaw at an unnatural angle. Red lumps cover my face, each one oozing blood from a tear in the flesh.

The pain fades, disappears into nothing. And so do I. As my host dies, I feel the pull. There’s no direction to it, it’s just … out.

Air slips from my host’s lungs one last time, and the blackness overtakes me. Then it twists and turns. I don’t remember this feeling before.

I recognize the sensation of having a body. Forcing an eye open, I see a twisting and shifting Barat trying desperately to wake my dead host on the torture rack. He looks around and his gaze falls on me.

My eye closes and I keep myself relaxed. If my plan is going to work, they have to think I’m unconscious.

The chains on my wrist vibrate in time with Barat’s pounding steps. His sausage fingers grate on my left eyelid as he yanks it open.

I roll my eyes up into my own skull so far up that my head hurts. At least, I think it hurts. Everything is fuzzy. The drugs. So much drugs. Even stronger than I thought.

Barat steps away. I crack an eyelid again. He storms out, looking all around like he’s going to get caught. I would hate to be him when Anatsia finds out he killed me.

Unable to hold it open anymore, my eyelid closes. Darkness pushes in on me. But it’s the void of unconsciousness, not death, so I fight against it. I have to stay conscious. Any minute someone is going to come in and pull out the IV of drugs. Then that will be my chance.

But it’s too late. The void washes over me, leaving me in the empty nothingness.

A few seconds later, I hear muted, muffled voices. Someone’s yelling. A woman. She’s screaming.

The world lurches. I’m falling, then I’m not. There’s a tugging at my feet, then I realize it’s because my feet are dragging against the floor.

They’ve taken out the I.V. of drugs.

I reach for that tiny shred of reality. Fingers of my consciousness grip the sensation and pull. With every scrap of my mental strength, I inch my way back to the real world.

“Get him in the rack. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” Anatsia’s tone is bitter. Damn she’s pissed. “I need to find that moron and educate him on how close he came to ruining everything.”

Her boots clacking on the stone floor signal her departure from the room.

Powerful hands grip my wrists, two hands for each of mine. They hold me up and slam me into the torture rack. The one on my left tugs my arm, dragging me upward. And my wrist is shackled. Splinters dig into my back, giving me just what I need to focus: pain.

My eyes snap open. I look to my right and the world swirls. Damn these drugs in my system.

The guy holding my right wrist looks at my face. Our gazes meet. His eyes go wide with surprise.

Can’t let my chance slip. I yank my arm down. With my pointer and middle fingers locked straight, I jab back up. My fingers strike just under his jaw between his neck and chin. He falls to the ground choking.

The other guy panics. Again the world twists and blurs when I turn to him, but I push through. He moves in closer, trying to reach for my right hand and gain some kind of control.

With my knee, I thrust up, smashing his gonads. He doubles over and steps back, but he doesn’t fall.

Pull the pin, open the shackle and free my wrist. I drop to the floor. Vertigo threatens to take me, but I focus just enough to stave it off.

I look up, just in time to see Mr. Cracked Nuts swinging at me. I duck under his haymaker and smash his larynx.

He grabs his throat and drowns in his own blood.

The other thug is starting to recover. He climbs up on to his hands and knees. At first I feel bad for him and all of his choking and gagging. But that feeling only lasts for a second.

I wrap my arms around his head and wrench hard. He collapses to the ground, already dead.

The effort takes nearly everything I have. For a few seconds, I struggle to stay upright then drop to my knees. Without the immediate threat, my host’s body wants to shut down and let the drugs run their course. I can’t let that happen.

Behind me, I find Anatsia’s table, covered with neatly arranged tools and torture implements. My shifting gaze searches the stainless steel devices until I find what I’m looking for, a syringe.

Anatsia’s not a very patient person. She keeps this syringe filled with a cocktail of stimulant drugs and synthetic adrenaline. She likes to make sure her subjects are very awake and very cogent.

I don’t even feel the needle puncturing my skin, but the fluid burns in my veins. It only takes a few seconds and my eyes shoot open.

Time to get the hell out of here.


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