Hey there fellas! I am not sure if somebody has already made a story involving a shaman in a cyberpunk setting but here just want to share my very own version of it. I am still a beginner though when it comes to fusing themes in a single story so please bear with me :-)
Littered with all the refuse and grimes of metropolitan haven, the underbelly of the city is a threshold of the deadliest entities, misfits and pest of society. A place that failed to continue to the endless march of progress and order and instead remained retrograde. Favored scraps instead of sophistication.
But despite its decaying state, something inside its walls smeared with crude graffiti and ghostly buildings that stand erect like lifeless giants keep the whole squad of Capt. Mitch uneasy and suspicious. The place is perpetually empty; void of any life forms or movement except some dust particles swimming against the dim light. But his guts telling him that it was all but deception that stink so bad with danger.
“Focus men, we are dealing with people without souls. People who live and breathe foulness.” The 10 man squad received clearly the message of their Captain via the digital transceiver mounted on their ears with crisp quality. Armed with customized High Speed Caliber MM-72 as their staple gun that can fire 50 piercing shells enhanced by hyper-kinetic energy that makes them fly faster and hit harder for every 2 seconds, these group is a sight to behold due to their white armor suit with gray cross embedded in its chest part.
After all, these squad came from the elite military force of the upper city called “Paladins”; reminiscing the ancient holy order of soldiers and warriors of the past who defended nations and keep its peace with their sword and shields. This time however, the Paladins today prefer guns and computers but their mission and duty had never changed at all.
“Checking area for any hostile entities...”Lt. Amos scanned the area with his own eyes but every time he blinks, his vision shifted from thermal, electromagnetic and x-ray; even the slightest movement of anything can be traced by him. But that doesn’t end there for he can have a 360 vision which means there is no escape for the so called “White Hawk” of their squad.
“Still negative. Although I must say I like the color of your undies today Eliza.” Amos’ flash a sly smile while scanning Lt. Eliza’s curvaceous body that can’t be hide by her armored suit.
Random catcalls and laughter erupted from the team though Eliza as the lone rose among the nails never find it funny whenever his alpha male comrades can’t conceal their raging testosterone. Unluckily, she is always been their target.
Without a word, she face White Hawk with her almond eyes and aim for his head.
“Easy there honey. We are just making it light.” Another smile is drawn in Amos’ face yet his eyes keeps on moving from Eliza’s face down to her bosom and between her thighs.
Gritting her teeth, Eliza are so tempted to unleash a score of bullet and pepper the head of his perverted teammate. Her fingers are itching to pull the trigger this time and fill Amos’ face with countless hole until he can’t flash that insufferable smile he have.
“Cut it out, team. Amos that is unacceptable behavior for a Paladin. Elizabeth, just to remind you that your weapon is for your enemy and not for your allies so put down the fucking gun and get roll with it.” Captain Mitch glares at them with his cold blue eyes that automatically cease the commotion. Mitch is authority itself; an epitome made of steel that you can never break or else it will break you instead in a manner that you will never like.
“Alright Capt. Roger that.” Amos responded but manage to make a quick wink at Elizabeth who is still pointing her gun at him.
“I said enough Elizabeth!” Their captain is now showing his furious streak as he gave his subordinates a mean look seething with menace.
But before Elizabeth followed the command, she already pulled the trigger and at last, the bullets begging for release is freed from the barrel.
“What the hell! You bitch!” Amos nearly pissed his armor while he found himself on his knees and trembling uncontrollably. The smile on his face is completely obliterated by gnashing fear and cold sweat.
“Good thing you didn’t move an inch Lieutenant.” Elizabeth smirk at the cowardly Amos as she pointed a large feline creature right beside him.
“It’s a cat?” a puzzling question come from Mitch as he examine the animal.
“It was Captain. It was.” Elizabeth knew from the rotting body of creature and the flame coming from its eyes and mouth that it was a no ordinary stray cat. It was a corpse that came back to life. An abominable aberration made possible by an equally horrifying methods done by the person who is the sole reason why they descend to the underbelly.
“Jesus. How did we never felt its presence?” A trace of bewilderment laced with doubts is obviously found in the tone of one of their squad member. They are putting the deepest trust in advance equipment and cybernetic implants that enable them to surpass human limitations but what if these are not enough? They are stronger, faster and tactically prepared and yet terror manage still to penetrate their heart untrained from facing an unknown adversary.
“We are not dealing with simple thugs or terrorist here.” Elizabeth answers as she stomp her feet at the carcass of the zombie feline. It easily crushed down underneath as if she is stepping on an egg shell. The flame slips away from its host and float gently like a feather in the air. Nobody knows if it will seek another body or it will just wait for its flame to die down.
“I am afraid we are actually facing the real enemy of order itself.” She spat out as she recalls the incident that conspire in the upper city that alarmed the peaceful existence of its citizen. It’s like the paradise is infiltrated by the serpent as news feeds the mind of people with images of burning sky scrapers and a crowd contaminated by panic. For nearly a century, this is the first time that news begin to be more like news once more. And this is something the whole metropolitan government didn’t want to continue again.
Damage control is quick. Machination of information is a child’s play for those who have the power and authority. But the real problem still exist; the worm the freely destroy the apple core before eventually breaking apart the surface.
Witnesses in those random yet seemingly orchestrated incident declares that they identify a singed person who always appears before the conflagration begins: a teenager clothed in a vagabond clothes and sports a Mohawk haircut together with a pair of spike earrings; a common feature of a misguided juvenile who sold his soul for anarchy and destruction.
And yet the question still left them with a nagging possibilities and theories. A kid can’t cause such major mess in the city unless he have these two: advance weaponry and explosives which very unlikely and second, he knows an accursed arcane arts.
Elizabeth’s introspection was suddenly interrupted by simultaneous lights that temporarily blind the whole squad. Broken bulbs from the lamp posts in the street begin to light themselves one by one. Neon lights flash a dozen colorful beams in every corner as if the dead city is now returning back from the grave.
“Now what?” Amos interjected as he started scanning the area once more with multi-vision eyes.
Out of nowhere a hordes of cats and dogs, decaying yet still in one piece, charge towards the squad with their fetid fangs and nails ready to scourge their human prey. Their eyes as well as their mouth emits flames that comes from hell itself.
Then comes the screaming guitar and crashing cymbals heard all over the place which act as the starting interlude that rouse both the living and the dead; calling them to destroy one another as their bestial growl and mortal scream become the lyrics to the fast, chaotic and distorted sound of punk rock music.
Submitted July 23, 2019 at 08:49AM by ArcanaMajor22 https://ift.tt/30VYS4x
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