Machete Girl Issue 8.4 Cyberpunk Short Stories

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“Let’s party.” He walked away toward
of thudding sub-woofers. There was
a tub packed full of glossy metal beer
hazy and beginning to ache. I was bent
drinking and drugs here too, but in
bottles. Suddenly, the sweet smell of
over, hands on my knees, and I raised
even more massive quantities. Boots
perfume curled up my nostrils. The
my head just enough to glare at her in
pounded the ceramite floor with am-
room faded away in a hazy crush of
a way I hadn’t glared at someone in
phetamine-fueled fervor to the music.
bodies, colors, and music. A hand
years.
Knots snorted lines of crushed pills off
brushed mine. The smell got stronger.
“Fruk you.” Her face twisted
of some giggling and nubile concu-
I was being circled like a wounded
into a mask of disgust, her eyes glisten-
bine’s stomach. Sweat dripped from
animal. Circled by a wolf.
ing in a way of truth, lips suddenly
under throbbing navy blue bandannas
pursed.
as eighteen year-old street samurai imi-
“Hello handsome.” A she-wolf.
“Oi! Get out of here, Taina!”
tated fruking the sweet smelling teen
I turned my head just a fraction of an
Manny shouted from behind me, point-
girls in short poly-nylon weave kimono
inch and saw her face right next to
ing at her, bottles in hand. “He doesn’t
dresses to the music.
mine. White powder covered her high
want you right now!”
cheekbones, underscored by blush.
“Welcome home.” Manny
Blue glitter eye makeup blended near
“Oh, he wants me more than
said, suddenly next to me and with an
seamlessly with twinkling green eyes.
he knows, Manny.” She turned away to
arm around my shoulder. I stared at
Her brown hair, highlighted by green
walk off.
the scene.
stripes, was held back in a loose bun.
Her red lips brushed my ear.
“Fruk you slut!” She gave him the finger
“Yeah. Home.” Manny noticed
without looking back, her hips swaying
Jerri-Boy standing and gawking.
“Been a while, Taina,” I said,
beneath her kimono. Manny helped
“Hey! Get your ass down-
closing my eyes to fight off the wash
me up.
stairs! You know the rules.” Jerri
of pheromone-laced perfume, “Good to
groaned.
see you.” She leaned in, only a sliver of
“Fruk her, man. You’ve been
barely felt air between our lips.
through a lot. You don’t need her cock-
“Seriously, Manny? I mean, I
teasing you again.” I managed a grin
wanna see-,” Manny hit him in the back
“Same, Jakk.” There were only
and took a beer as he offered it and
of the head.
a few people in the world allowed to
knocked back a large gulp.
call me by my real name: my mom, my
“Respect your fruking elders,
little brother. And my wife.
“No. No. I don’t need that
Jerri! Fifth stripe! No sooner!” Jerri
shit.” It was then when a seven foot tall
rubbed the spot on the back of his
“Shit.” I pulled away from her,
wall of muscle and augmentics in a
head.
putting my hands up and fell away
leather jumpsuit walked up to the two
from the arousal inducing fog. She had
of us. The back half of his skull was
“I think I earned it for that...”
just been about to lean in for the kill
encased in a gleaming chrome cap
“What was that?” Manny
and was left off balance. She recovered
that was sutured to his bald head. A
snarled at him with his metal teeth.
with the trained grace of a concubine
twist of jack chords were held up into
and reached into her cleavage for a
a top knot. His eyes were nothing that
“Nothing,” Jerri said, heading
pack of cigarettes and lit up with a
could be described as such. They were
MACHETE GIRL ISSUE 8.4
back down the steps. I watched him
walk away, shoulders drooped, wondering
if the reason he’d gotten his arm
eaten away by acid infused buck shot
was because he’d wanted to be able to
get his fifth stripe so he could welcome
me home. An irrational twist of the old
guilt wrenched my stomach.
sly grin. She blew smoke and called
out to me over the music which was
pounding away like the erection that
had suddenly sprung in my pants. “You
alright, sweetheart?” Taina said, walking
over to me but stopping outside of
the effective range for the perfume, “Or
did that Klerian girl take your dick along
with your pride?” My head was still
two mounted pinpricks of blue LED
light which gave the man before us an
otherworldly look and enhanced sight.
A long electro-blade katana hung at his
waist on his right side. On his left was
a holstered 211 Megamax .50 Caliber
Slug-Shot pistol loaded with incendiary
rounds. How’d I know it was loaded
with incendiary rounds, you ask? Be-
“Come on.” Manny said.
cause it’s the fruking Shogun. That’s