CHANCES

Well, decided to make another series, this a cyberpunk one, to be monthly, so in the future i will take better care of the chapters, please enjoy

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CHANCES.

The sound pumped hard, she could feel the beats moving through her little but athletic body, her enhanced second body.

In life you only got to live three times, and that was her second shot. She smiled at the idea, after all she loved risks.

She looked at the crowd: thousands of ravers, a storm of lights and sounds, taking the streets like a flood.

Every time you die, you come back with a special ability. Hers was extremely useful: She fixated her eyes on the roof of the building on the other size of the street. Her shadow disappeared from the ground, like water down a drain, and reappeared on the roof top of the building across the street. Suddenly, her body become semi-transparent and vanished, only to reappear on the spot where her shadow had emerged.

As she felt her weight returning, she draws her pistol, a suppressed plastic 9mm. She looks at her wrist watch, and a big man open the door to the roof. Just in time, good smokers! Two in his heart: dead but salvageable, unless it was his third. She feels like checking on his rebirth marks, but she is on a rush now.

She is fast and silent as a cat, another enhancement she bought. Different from abilities, you could buy as many enhancements as your bank account allowed.

She gets to a door. A camera watches it, moving slowly from left to right. She focuses on the blind spot under the camera, and suddenly she reappear there. Close range, good visibility, easy transition, but still, too tiring. She put a jammer on the cam.

She waits until someone comes to check it, but no one comes. Shit security hmm? The lock is easy to open. Inside all is dark, she literally crawl inside, carefully. She soon hears the moaning, and it’s explained why no one went check the cam. The guy on the job was getting a job, a blowjob. The girl was one of the “entertainers” from the “club” down stairs. Oh well why complain about good luck? With cold-blood she shot the man in the chest. The girl doesn’t have time to realize what is going on, before she got a couple rounds in her chest as well.

Well she was out of ammo, already. No just kidding, she just exchanged the mag and turn of the CCTV.

Time to loot! Not the bodies, ew. The good stuff.

She opens a door and enters a fully automated lab. Like a mini car assembly line, with many robots doing robots things, except they were producing ecstasy and the new fashion, Vertigo.

Meh… to much work to sell ravers candy, not her stuff anyway.

She cross the room, and find an office, two men inside, one sleeping, in his hand a cheap ass .38 and the other a bean-counter, fully focused in counting money.

Delicious money, come to mommy!

She shot the bean counter in the back, flawless, and turn to shoot the guard, a fat old guy, strange choice of a guard to a group of dealers who work with ravers.

Oh well, nothing personal, well, its personal but not against you, it’s more against the establishment.

She pop twice, and the bullets land where they were supposed to, but they bounce of it, like the guy was made of solid steel. Oh boy, not bullet proof ability…

The man wake up, look at the corpse, then at the girl and try to shot her.

The first shot lands on his own foot, the other two way off target, well, to be honest a 1.65m girl isn’t much of a target.

She back-flips with cat-like grace and lightning speed, the guard simply go through the wall like it was made of wet toilet paper.

-FREEZE!

And he shot his last three rounds, missing completely.

-Hey old man, when you say “freeze” you is supposed to wait before shooting, even with this lame aim of yours!

-You… You killed him!

He punch an steel table were lay one of the man-portable automated drug factories, destroying it and making it go through the floor. The girl jump again, not away from him, but over him, into the accountability.

-Easy grandpa! You gonna trash this place like that!

She laughs deliciously, like an angel and sit beside the dead “bean-counter”, she pull the shirt away of his neck. No marks there.

-Hey grandpa, why so mad? This guy still has two lives to spare…no need to be all touchy about it!

-Kids…you wont realize how valuable a life is until you run out of them!

He throw away the useless revolver, put his hands together, like if he was a Buda, and let go a loud “OHM”

She barely have time to jump before a shock wave, like a gust of wind blow a man-size hole on the sound proof wall.

-Shit… two abilities? So you are in the end of your rope isn’t?

She fires against his eyes, doing nothing more than blind him for a second. With uncanny agility she slid between his legs and run for the door.

-YOU…OHM!!!

The shock wave almost caught her. This time opened another hole on the floor. The deafening music covers everything.

-Fuck, why he had to have two abilities like that? It’s unfair…

She measure the distance to the door and to the next building.

Suddenly the wall over her head explodes as another shock wave burst thought it. Now she have no were to hide. The windows are broken.

-So little girl, surrender?!

She looks to the crowd, forty floors below, then look to him firmly.

-Fuck you.

And jump.

The man doesn’t believe and run to see it. But she disappeared. Above his head, a figure materializes. The girl uses all her weight to push him down. The man lost his balance and almost fall, hanging from the window for no more than one hand.

She lands inside again.

-Please girl! Help me!!! I’m sliding!

-Aren’t you bullet proof? Forty floors won’t kill you.

-it didn’t work…like that!!

No one with half a brain goes around telling the secrets of his or her abilities, after all every single ability has a fatal flaw or a weakness.

-Not convinced. Good trip down.

-I’m serious!!! Look, my ability only cover 30% of my body each time. If I fall it won’t save my life!

-Too bad. Not my problem. Try landing on your feet.

The girl turns his back and walk away.

The man is now alone. He didn’t want to end like that, he didn’t want the job. He was just a loser trying to earn a living, in a world who doesn’t forgive losers. Tear roll of his eyes as he feel his fingers slipping… that was his last life.

He closes his eyes, wishing that his ability don’t make his suffering worst than it had to be.

But a hand grasps his wrist, holding it tightly

-FUUCK! GODDAMN YOU! Jesus, if you gonna fall from windows at least lose some weight!!!!

-Girl…Girl!!!

-Yeah, yeah, I’m fucking Madre Teresa of the old fat guys… Now climb it because I’m not that strong!

The man climbs back, grateful. He looks at her, her shoulder is visibly dislocated, and yet, she holds up, enduring a pain that would make grown men cry.

She looks at his eyes and asks:

-So what we do now?

The man sit, confuse, he is lost, she thinks, and she is out of juice for her ability, no way she can transit with that shoulder after three previous transitions.

But before they could even think, a group of armed men, or better, boys, enter the room, confused, angry, and armed with automatic weapons.

-Fuck, yo James, you lazy fuck, WTF yo doing? Damn our stuff is all destroyed!

-Hey that chick, isn’t the one Velvet want to see dead, dead for good?

-Yeah…Fuck James, at least once in your fucked life you did something right.

James step back as the boys aim her guns at her. James turn his eyes away, but she don’t feel angry. She feels pity. She walked a couple miles on shoes that would fit James right now, and she knows he won’t forgive himself, ever; she never forgave herself.

She looks at the boys, flip her middle finger with the good arm she got left and spoke, valiantly.

-Hey bitches, try not missing a sitting duck, fuckers!

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TO BE CONTINUED.