Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Totalled ❯ Posterboy ( Chapter 1 )

This is original fiction by Derekica Snake (Kiix). All characters are mine Read & Enjoy & Review. Don’t Steal.

Totalled
by
Kiix

Chapter 1: Posterboy

Frag...the sheet was twisted around my naked body effectively pinning me under the snoring lump beside me. His internal servos must have been working overtime to keep him from feeling the disturbance because usually he was at me if I snored too loud. I ended up kicking him over and shimmying sideways to get to the edge of the bed. Pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes, sending those colourful geometric patterns into my brain - anything to blot out the lingering traces of those damn dreams. Usually, I drank enough to keep it at bay but maybe it was getting to the point of having to go to the lab-rats and get my brain tweaked. I couldn’t pretend to handle it anymore. The cursed familiar taste of fear filled my mouth. Reaching for the ever present bottle of Smooth. I let it burn my throat going down until I ended up gagging on my false paradise.

"Babe, come here" Rex, the lump, reached out a hand across the spot were I had been laying.

I jerked the sheet off the bed and stood up. The only time he moved at night was when he wanted to frag and that just wasn't on the agenda right now. I could still feel the softness of her lips against mine in that last kiss before....the incident...accident...whatever. I didn’t understand her three years ago...and it didn’t get any clearer with the passing of time.

"Milton, I said get over here." I could see the flash of teeth as Rex twisted over and leered at me. He was massive -- even draped in the shadows. His hand dropped down to his naked thigh and stroked at his erection. Christ....

"Take a cold shower." I choked down the last of the Smooth... was just enough in it to get a good mouthful. The liqueur burned itself another trail all the way into my gut and roiled around with the other mess I had for dinner. I want a smokestick.

The bed protested as Rex climbed off and rose to his full height making me look like a gnat. "What the frag is the matter with you lately? You’re so fragging moody"

"I'm asking for a transfer." Oh, yeah’ tell him while you’re still in reaching distance, buddy boy’you’re a genius.

"Out of Internal? The only way you go out, babe, is with a bullet in the brain." Rex reached out his hand and brushed it across my cheek. I turned away making sure I look several steps back. I wasn’t interested in being his playland anymore.

"From you." Frag...You’re on your own buddy boy.

"Me? What's wrong with me. I do my job. I'm damn good at it."

He crossed toward me and I scurried back like a cockroach who had been surprised by a cupboard door opening. Those who thought of me as a bad ass would bust out laughing if they could see me now. Bleary eyed, naked except for a sheet and an empty bottle of Smooth and about to get my ass kicked -- only if I was lucky.

For the most part, Rex was stable in the mental department but there were times when he'd lose it. I'd seen him crush men's skulls with one hand when he was in the killing zone. All mechs had this problem with emotional control and that was why there were so few of them. Most couldn't handle the replacement parts. Those that could, eventually ended up in Internal Affairs because they COULD rip a man's head off with one hand. His face turned a dark shade of red. Those pale blue eyes took on that metallic sheen. He was in the zone.

I’m so tired of being so damned afraid....it was more the Smooth than me talking. "Rex, if you were a good explosive's expert, they wouldn't have to replace most of your body with scrap iron." What the frag are you saying buddy boy? You have a death wish?

"Aluminum alloy - not scrap metal." Rex moved so fast I barely had time to step back. The bottle smashed on the floor as he caught me...my vision was blocked by the incised lifeline in Rex’s replacement for a hand. Jesus...the fine tactile control he had was almost gone. I thought I heard my cheek crack from the pressure he had on it. Then the pain hit...oh yeah it’s broke. He picked me up like a doll. Hot breath snaked along my neck as he bent closer and whispered into my ear. "Siren gave you to me."

"As a partner." He was crushing my jaw.... a wet tongue trailed my shoulder up to my neck ‘Get off me.’

"She gave you to me." My hands were like mouse claws scratching at the talon's of a hungry falcon. Useless. I had a newborn's strength compared to his enhancements. Pain radiated down my cheeks and jaw into my shoulders. I kicked out at his crotch.. Just as fast as he had picked me up, I flew across the room slamming into the mattress, skimming across it to hit the far wall. His size should have denoted slowness and stupidity but that was part of Rex's charm -- he was lightening quick. Air couldn't get into my lungs but it wouldn't have mattered.

‘You’re mine and you better remember that...’

Those extra parts made it impossible to out run or out fight him but that didn't mean I had to accept what was coming. My ten years on the force as a Trooper in the inner city grid had taught me a number of ways to fight dirty. Little good they did. It was like kicking and punching the side of a trash bin.

His face was twisted in a muscle clenching snarl, "Stop it, babe.’ He twisted me around and dragged me face first up on the side of the bed. ‘Siren gave you to me. I've kept you safe on our missions. I get you your booze when you're too hammered to get it yourself. You're mine."

His hand at the back of my neck pinned me to the bed covers. His other hand ripped my sheet off, exposing my backside. "I'll make your life hell if you do it, buddy boy." My words were mumbled into the blanket. It felt like an anvil was holding my neck to the bed.

He leaned in close, pressing his weight on me, breathing in my ear, "You're my babe...you won't do nothing to me. I treat you right. You make me feel good....when you moan the way you do...moan for me baby.’ He shifted his body to rub against me.

"Get off me!" I rolled back hard against him trying to get any leverage to get some breathing room, but he was like trying to push a wall. My face was numb on my left side. I don’t think that that’s a good thing. I tried to twist kick my way free, ‘GET OFF!’

The telcom flashed to life with an incoming call. The District Commander appeared in strong white light of the video screen before either of us had accepted the charge. She stared at the tableaux situation we presented then stared right past us. "Playtime is over, boys. Hacker, get down to Central now. Priority One. I'm expecting you in 30 minutes." She rung off the screen and the room returned to darkness.

Rex rolled off me onto the bed, "You better shower. Priority One means you could be heading anywhere." He strolled off like a lion that has made the mortal wound, knowing that the kill could be made at any time. I crawled to the bathroom.

The stream of hot water soothed the aches and pains in my shoulders and neck. Bruises were already beginning to form. Ever since his last enhancement, total replacement of his left arm and shoulder, these little episodes were getting more commonplace and more and more violent. Some teeth were loose. My left cheek was starting to throb. If I didn’t get that transfer, I'd have to kill him ‘ and soon or I’d been the one in the morgue.

A clean dark black uniform was laid out along with the standard body armor and high black leather boots. Priority One meant that after the briefing, I would be heading out to the assignment only the District Commander knows where. Rex wasn't anywhere to be seen. My shoulder pack was missing though...Fifteen minutes and counting.

Rex walked back into the room, a towel riding low on his hips, the evidence of his arousal was still evident. He tossed the pack at me, "I packed a few of my 'specials' and a couple of 'smokers'. You've got six standard 175 round clips for the riotgun, three battery packs for your needlebeamer and your standard hacking gear." The bruises showed above my armor, "Jees, I'm sorry Milty, but you know you shouldn't make me angry." He reached out caught me around the neck and raped my mouth with a vicious kiss. I could taste the blood filling my mouth from my cut inner cheek as I locked my jaw shut. His eyes flashed metallic and he caught my head between his massive hands digging his thumbs into my cheek, prying my mouth open.

I pulled the needlebeamer from the pack and jammed it up under his chin. He froze but let me go as I stepped back away from him. I centered the target on his forehead, the laser site illuminating a spot between his brows, "Don't touch me again. I mean it" Go ahead buddy boy, kill him. You’ve been wanting to see what color his blood is...red or oil. Do it. Pull the trigger.

"Milton..." His voice held a warning few dared ignore.

"I've got 10 minutes to make it to Headquarters, get out of my way."

Rex backed away from the door. His towel had fallen away during our struggle and the harsh light of the overhead light illuminated his rebuilt body. A jagged scar extended from his neck down his stomach to his upper left thigh. Where once was blood and bone, alloy and lubricant jumped and twitched. The replaced hand flexed in suppressed fury and those gleaming blue orbs were the gunmetal gray of pure violence. A trail of my blood stained his lip, "This isn't over, Milton." His tongue flicked out and lapped at it. I wanted to throw up.

"Maybe not, but it is for now."

I edged out of the room and through the door. As soon as it slid back into place, I bolted for the ground car. "Headquarters." I leaned back in the cool seats, popped a couple of sober pills and let the ground car start on its way. My neck was in agony as I rolled it to the right...feeling the stretch of muscles as they burned past the bruises. A perfectly formed hand print crossed from my left ear to the middle of my right cheek. I could take him out. Nobody does that to me...frag...I want a smokestick.

There were painkillers in the car but it would be suicide to take them before going into HQ. Rex was bad but Siren, the District Commander for the Grid was far more frightening. You never got broken down in IA, just retired - with a bullet to the temple. Bang, bang. New Internal Affairs recruits were always up and coming. Everyone was expendable and you learned that your first day on the job. They shot the person you were replacing right before your eyes.

The Commander was like Tesa in some respects, another tall cool woman, but Siren had a darker power and wasn't adverse to using it in business and in her social life - or so I have heard on the weapons range. It didn't bode well health wise if an agent disappointed her in either arena. My face was on fire. I needed a medic.

I walked into her office with a minute to spare. Her office was spartan, four black walls, a jet desk and even an inset black telcom. The remainder was a pale grey, to have had the ceiling and carpeting black would have just been too oppressive and it wouldn’t have effectively shown that the only colour in the office -- her bright blonde hair than hung from her scalp in a sharp blunt cut. The obvious design was to set the person at ill ease and to draw all attention to herself. The office did it's job perfection.

A small timer sat before her ticking almost noiselessly while she stared down at the vidscreen, scrolling through reports and the like. While my cipher had allowance me admittance into her sanctum, I had yet to be acknowledged so I stood at attention staring past her into the black wall's shiny surface. My face was shooting hot flames up into my eye that was swelling shut.

The timer gave a tiny bell voice then silenced -- a scream for the dying and dead.. Siren pressed her thumb to the security plate at the bottom of her file, authorizing whatever she needed to, then she tossed it behind her and leaned forward. "At ease. I am glad that you are punctual, Agent Hacker. From what I saw, I expected you to be seriously late."

Her almond shaped eyes darkened to a smoky brown as she leaned forward. Her crimson tinted lips thinned into a predatory smile, "From looking at your files, I would never have pegged you as someone into that sort of game -- so what else do you do with Rex that makes him so wild for you?"

"You said that the mission was a Priority One. I didn't think I was called in to answer questions on my sex life." What am I doing hanging around here? Just do her and be done with it. Bam Bam and I’m gone.

Siren stepped around her desk walking purposefully toward me. She stopped mere inches from me, close enough to rest the tips of her breasts against my chest. Her hands reached up and caressed the side of my face then lingered on the bruised areas. My broken face was hot pulsing agony but her touch was burning ice. "Everything about you belongs to the Agency. What brand you drink. What size boot you wear. Your sexual orientation and preferences.. And in this sector....I AM the agency. You will answer immediately and if I have to repeat a question...well let’s say you wouldn’t like to know what would happen. Now, answer me.’

"He says that you gave me to him."

"I did. Your skills complimented each other. Your records were impeccable. The psych reports indicated that you would be compatible with each other. You shared the same sexual orientation....you seem to play the same type of game...so when a request for a transfer comes across my desk, I start wondering,’

"I looked at your service records and noticed that performance has dropped 3% within the last three months. You've taken seven drinking binges since the beginning of the New Year. Rex has had to go in for more maintenance on his cybernetics. His filed reports are less than IA standard. This all comes down to the last surgery he had. Watching your little scene explains why you want out."

"Permission to speak freely."

"Denied."

She walked behind me, her hand still trailing the bruises just above my body amor. I forced back my apprehension when her touch shifted below my waistband, first across my backside then around my hip. I caught her hand as she trailed towards my groin and pulled it away -- enough was enough. "No? You are the first to refuse me in a long time, Hacker."

Siren began to pace around me, swaying her hips from side to side. I had no choice but to follow her dance as we revolved around each other like hyenas from different packs, unsure whether to mate or to slaughter. I matched her stare with a cultivated look of one eyed confidence. Any faltering on my part would leave me dead, in Internal there were no reprimands...and as she said, She was Internal in this sector

"You drink a lot, have you ever looked into the reasons for that?" Another statement. She lifted her other hand toward my face.

I let go of her wrist and stepped away, "I don't let my social activities interfere with my work."

"True...why do you need alcohol so badly?" Siren walked back to her desk and perched on it, her eyes still pinning me. "Are you mourning your lost love? Trooper Anderson? Tesa is a remarkable girl."

"She was." I returned back to attention.

"Past tense?"

"She killed in that explosion that took out the High Commissioner's mansion three years ago." I let the right amount of pain seep into my voice. Oh you are good, buddy boy.

"No body was ever recovered. Don’t you wonder if she made it out?" She held out a candle of hope to a lovelorn man. Sadistic bitch.

"What do you want?" I stared straight ahead.

"Personally or Internally?" She accepted the minor victory with a direction question and a quick slide off the desk back to standing in front of me again. Her breath warmed my chin.

I looked down at her, "Wouldn't that be both?"

Siren sent me a calculated smile. An icy finger trailed down my spine, the hunter has scented its prey. "Touche. I don't know how you escaped my notice before Hacker but we will be getting acquainted," She moved back around her desk and sat down. She tapped the telcom on and pulled up the assignment.

"It is now 13:00 hours. We have caught a high grade hacker who belongs to some fringe renegades from the borderlands in databases that he should not have been. We cannot do a RE-ED on him without wiping out the information that we need on this new group. RD had him talking but he's far beyond the techs in Interrogation they had to request a specialist. You are being reassigned to RD until we get the information we need. We need to trace back to their source. I want terminal points, bounce points, connections, keyboard fingerprints. I want the name of the seller who sold him cabling. Understand this, Agent Hacker, failure is not an option. Once you find out about their network, I want it taken out. If it’s beyond your expertise, then we’ll call in an explosive’s expert. You'll have High Red Security clearance until this mission is over."

A foul taste invaded my mouth at the thought of having to deal with RD Officers. They had the kind of reputation that the Troopers have about Internal Affairs. IA could rip a person's life apart starting with the material goods all the way to precious life but RD ripped open souls, raped minds and programmed a good worthy citizen.

The timer on Siren's desk chimed again. Siren looked at it then at the closed door. A few taps on the telcom brought another fingerprint seal to a document. She looked back at me, "This is beyond the call of regular duty for Internal and the superiors are prepared to grant your request for a transfer. You'll be working on your own until another high caliber specialist is recruited."

‘What do you mean?’

The outer door opened and Rex sauntered in. Siren must have called him just after I left. In his dress blacks, and polished boots, he cut a fine figure. If IA ever needed a posterboy for recruitment, Rex could be it.

Siren turned to him, "You're late."

"Couldn't help it."


"As I was explaining to Hacker, his request for transfer has been granted." Siren reached into her desk drawer, pulled out an old fashioned handgun and emptied the chamber into Rex.

The first shot, ripped through his shirt but stopped at the armored vest, still it was enough to send him reeling backwards. The second ripped into the vest, but the third hit his neck. Hot liquid sprayed my face, blinding me. The shots rang out in the small room until there was a click of an empty chamber. A hand grabbed at my ankle. Rex was still alive. I was riveted into looking down at this bloody mess. Half his neck was gone. How could he be alive?

His mouth gasped like a fish, his eyes bulged and his hand tightened painfully crushing around my ankle. I kicked his at his arm with my free leg and stamped my heel on his wrist but his grip didn't change. Siren walked from behind the desk, calmly ejected the empty shells, slowly inserting new ones. "Agent Alexander Redmark, codename Rex, you are retired." She pressed the muzzle of the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.

His hand spazmed as the hot bullet buried into it's new grey blanket. I fell backwards and kicked myself free. My stomach roiled. The bitter taste of bile with it’s own unique scent filled my throat. Oh God...oh jesus....Ah, yes...there it is.

"Those mechs can go through a lot before they die, but one bullet in the temple will take care of them." Calmly, she dropped the cartridge and emptied the live chamber.

She walked over to her desk and pressed the intercom on her desk, "Have the cyber techs get ready for a reclamation and get maintenance up here, stat." She turned back , looking down at the gun as her long fingers began to break it down for cleaning, "Are you still here? They are waiting in Lower level 6. Security clearance has been established. Retina scan and DNA tagging will be required. Oh, and get them to reset your face while you’re down there. I prefer to break my own toys. Dismissed."

She sat back at her desk and began settling out her cleaning kit, "She looked back at the lump on the floor, " Where is maintenance? He's bleeding all of my carpet. The stains won't come out if they take too much longer."

My ankle was throbbing but the bones weren't crushed. I climbed to my feet, making sure my eyes didn’t stare at the carcass sprawled on the floor. I saluted the Commander then hobbled out of the office, the warm spray of Rex's lifeblood still coated my face. Just like that, Rex was gone. Don’t you just love a woman who knows her way around a gun...this just may be interesting buddy boy. I vomited in the elevator.