Pay with Your Blood

Mythology and creatures tend to be told through storybooks and texts that claim to have proof and documentation of their existence. Multiple accounts claim they’ve witnessed a creature, but they all have different descriptions of it. Simply reading a text isn’t enough to prove their existence.

For one man, actually having the creature physically in front of them was all the proof he needed. However, seeing such a fragile creature made him too ambitious, wanting to claim the creature.

This mistake would lead to his demise.

Even with a bloody instrument used to cut through flesh and skin aimed at her the woman didn’t flinch; she continued to stay silent and unmoved.

“I just had to be threatening to you. Looks like you’ll be easier to control than I thought. Let’s see just how obedient you’ll be.”

Awaiting Enemy

It’s always calm before the storm, silent before the approaching danger. The best way to deal with an arriving enemy is to find tranquility and patience.

Even if the enemy is annoying, a calm mind will always achieve victory.

Sightless, I patiently await for my enemy to approach. Preparing myself, I open the palm of my hand and let it rest on my lap.

My enemy is here…

Human & Machine

“Don’t you think you have enough technology in your room? Your room looks like it’s out of some kind of techno future story.”

“What makes you think that?”

I look over to the nearest pile of metal and grab the first thing that I see spearing out of it. I can’t even tell what it is at first glance; it just looks like some kind of flat piece of cheap metal with a few wires dangling out from the bottom of it. I shake it around in my hand to see if it activates when shaken, but it doesn’t react, “Like this. What the hell is this? It looks like nothing but unnecessary trash.”

Jacob glances back at me for a moment before he focuses back at his computer monitor, “That’s not trash. That’s the scraps pile for my synchro.”

“All you do is talk about that ‘synchro’ surgery you got months ago,” I say as I kick electronics out of the way. His floors have been blocked by wiring for so long that I completely forgot that he had peach colored tiling. “Just because you’re part mechanical now, that doesn’t excuse you from having a messy room. You need to clear out some of this stuff, now!”

Jacob throws his head back and lets out a long, drawn out sigh. Ever since he got those new lung implants, every time he lets out a breath, a white vapor spews out. The sigh let out a thick cloud, barely making his face visible for a few seconds until it dissipated.

“If you’re going to use that new venting system you have, please do it by a window, okay? It could confuse the fire alarms and I don’t want that happening.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.”

“Thank you.”

Pausing whatever he was doing at his computer desk, Jacob scoots back and gets up turning around to start clearing the piles around his room. His bare chest is exposed, metal plates and all. As he’s moving around, I start to lose focus, thinking that the sound of clanging metal is coming from him instead of the junk he’s piling to throw away.

“Hey, Jacob?”

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Your new implants… they don’t hurt, right?”

“No, not really. My chest feels a bit colder during the winter season because of all the metal in me, but that’s about it. Why?”

I slowly shake my head to reassure him, “It’s nothing. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. What did the doctors call your implants again?”

“Synchros. They’re mechanical replacements for organs that run on the electric activity from my brain instead of needing blood. As long as my brain is fine, my metal lungs keep going. Pretty much makes me immune to lung cancer if I ever decided to start smoking.”

“Please don’t.”

 

Daily Prompt: Synchronize

Alex & Sam’s Daily Life – Daily Routine Delivery

In every relationship, there’s always two sides to everything. One side may focus on keeping the family together at home, while the other goes out to work. In this case, it’s Samantha holding down the fort while Alexis tries not to fall asleep behind the desk.

Even though Sam loves to tease her girlfriend with perverted remarks and gaming jokes, she knows when it’s time to get down to business around the house. That’s if she’s able to overcome the constant desire for laziness and video games.

No matter what though, she still wants to make sure that she provides the three main things she was taught in order to keep her girlfriend happy.

Oh shit, she caught onto something. I need to change the topic before she pries deeper!

With nothing to lose, I dive my hand straight in between her boobs and frantically feel around for one of her nipples, “Let me cop a feel!”

Burned Down to the Ground

Another crime to try and find an answer to, this one involving a house being burnt to the ground. The first assumption is that it was due to natural causes. However, if we left it at that, things could become worse if it turns out this was done intentionally.

That’s where I come in. I’m assigned to the most mysterious of crimes and incidents, trying to figure out what caused it, who did it, and why. Along side with my partner, I plunge head first into a crime scene to figure out the true motives.

But nothing could have prepared me for what we were about to find…

I sure as hell didn’t want to think about it either. But we had a job to do, so we didn’t have a choice to stop there.

“Rich, back up.”

“Why?”

On-Call Sharp Shooter (Part Two)

I swear, I hate when things don’t always go my way. First, I get an assignment that should have taken no more than twenty minutes and the next thing I know, it took me an hour. Thankfully, I was a bit drunk half of the time, but still, it was extra time wasted!

H.R better have some kind of way to repay me for that lost time. I mean, overtime pay would be nice, but it’s not enough! I should see if they can throw in an extra case of beer…

Regardless, I’m sure that once I speak to my boss, everything will be all settled out. She’s a pretty reasonable person who wouldn’t just drop things on me without a heads up, so she should already know that I want something out of this.

“What?!” I yell as I slam the door behind me when entering the room. “The only reason why I even came here was to complain about my last job!”

Yumiko ties her hair into a ponytail as she adjusts her desk chair, “What the hell happened with the last job? Did Takeo get away? Do I need to send a clean-up crew?”

“No. And if I needed a clean-up crew, I would have called it in beforehand.”

On-Call Sharp Shooter (Part 1)

It isn’t easy being me. My entire job revolves around customer support, fulfilling calls and orders from my boss and other bullshit clients who don’t have the balls to do the job themselves. Then again, the pay for my line of work is pretty damn high, so I can’t really complain.

But when one of the calls I get involves shooting down a well-known cop hellbent on trying to crack down on crime and drug trafficking in the city, it makes you realize that the city is a lot more dirty than what the public can see.

Thankfully I have my trusty rifle in hand ready to shoot down whoever I’m assigned to.

Plus I get a bonus pay of beer along the way, so that’s a win for me too.

Blindly, I stick my hand in the bag and feel around until I can get a grip on what I was searching for.

“Sweet, I still got one left.”

Wings, But No Hands

We continue on with the living situation with Mr. Takiyama, our normal day-to-day human resident, and his mystical creature roommate, Rei the Harpy. It’s that time of the year for Rei to being the usual changes for birds, but it seems more complicated than it should.

Normally, if she was around other harpies, it would be no issue because any problem they have would be solved in a matter of second. But since she’s with a human instead, things don’t turn out how they usually should.

And with feathers constantly falling off, Mr. Takiyama’s trying his best not to see certain things that he shouldn’t see.

“I don’t care what you say.”

“Does this mean it’s okay if I look at you while we’re talking right now?”

In case you forgot how things started, read their fated encounter in Winged Friend.

You’re Going Even If I Drag You

Time for another holiday family event. This time, ice cold beer and barbecuing will be the main event for today.

Surrounded by family and loved ones, it’s sure to be a fun time for all… except for the one person who didn’t want to even be there in the first place.

So many people can relate being dragged somewhere they don’t want to be…

“Yeah, and she told me she wasn’t going. Thus, I have no point in going.”

Burning Daylight

Nobody likes having to get up too early in the morning to do things; people like their sleeping time. Unfortunately, everybody will have those moments when they have to wake up earlier than usual to get something done.

But it’s even worse when you’re woken up early for something you never wanted to do nor had any interest in.

A Father and Son short drabble about one of the many “Rite of Passage” things to bring the sun into male adulthood.

Alex & Sam’s Daily Life – Lack of Sleep

Sleeping is one of life’s greatest luxuries. It’s both a way to help unwind after a stressful day and it takes you to a new realm of imagination. The only thing that can make it horrible is not being able to sleep.

Or being woken up extremely early in the morning for something trivial, preventing you from going back to sleep.

Sadly, that happens to Alexis after she agrees to do a favor for Samantha. Too bad she didn’t ask the right questions before agreeing. To make matters worse, she still has work in the morning.

Will Sam be able to stay awake from night to night, or will she crash and burn?

“What? Don’t tell me you’re a coffee hater?”

“I can’t stand it. I prefer tea over that black stuff. I’ve always been that way ever since I was a kid.”

“You sure we’re not somehow related? You’re more British than I am, and I’m from England.”