The GM
12:07pm, July 21, 2015
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[Delete] | In the far future of 2115, the streets of London was as they had always been. Busy, congested and full of teeming masses of bodies, all connected via uplink and dark gods know what else. I walk among them, humans, aliens and otherwise dressed for a hunt. Tall and broad, I know I stand out even in this era. Mirrored shades adorn my features and upon my head, I wear my favorite hat.
I never could resist a show.
And as I walk, my first and foremost thoughts turn to my children. My daughters and my only son, borne from my favorite bride. Ah, if only she had accepted my offer. But her spirit was keen and she died in peace, a smile on her face that even now, sends my black heart to places it doesn't often tread. Pitiful me. I loved her because she challenged me and in the end, defied me and gained a gift I had long been envious of. Perhaps our son will be able to grant my wish... He deserves that chance after all. But not tonight.
No tonight, I would be implementing my skills and those who came before me for a singular purpose. I hear the whispers...The snatches of conversation spoken once behind my back, now suddenly aloud as though I was recreant or senile. They say I had become toothless in my old age. That my love for my children has blinded me, that my desires for a human has crippled me.
Perhaps they're all right. I hadn't felt the rush of bloodlust since I met my Mary. And when she died, I retreated to my innermost sanctuary, refusing to leave. In those walls, I was master and controlled all... My son did not deserve to bear the brunt of my grief. But every time I saw him, I saw the shadow of his mother. Save the eyes. My eyes.
The eyes of a Dracula.
This is the place. The noise of the crowd had long since died out, my footsteps taking me opposite to where they were heading. This is a dark, untidy district. Deliberately so, its inhabitants somewhat like rats. Survival at any cost, away from the bright neon lights and more. Before me lies a fortress and a sign proclaiming where I am as I read it.
Bioquimek Corporation. One of their fortress holdings, if such a description could be applied. Its apt enough. The walls are high, the gate is barred and I see spikes and smell ozone. Electricity runs through the walls as behind them, I smell sweat and cheap smoke, hear the patter of dogs. There is possibly more as well. For if the tip off was correct, its here that I would find it... Well. That and a small army. I melt into the shadows and focus my power, shades removed as my red eyes gleam in the dark. At my command, fog begins to roll in thick and heavy. As I do so I hear- A vehicle?
Who could be coming here at this time of night? I turn and focus on my stealth harder, my curiosity winning out as a hovercar lands a discreet distance away. The doors open and I hear the whirr of servos as a synthetic voice speaks. After a while, you learn to listen for the differences. No need to breath for one. This one sounds...Stuffy. Like a clucking mother hen as it speaks.
"Bioquimek Corporation. I do say, a rather ghastly locale for such a benign company. And this weather? There was nothing on the forecast today, it simply just...Appeared!"
So their aim was the corporation as well? Spies? Agents of some other power? It didn't matter, I would have to kill them both. I couldn't have any witnesses. The only thing that stayed my hand was the voice of the other. A voice I knew very well, from what seemed to be another life entirely.
"It matters not my friend. As it is, the weather will assist us to get to our goal. Be wary however. I'm sure these people will do all in their power to thwart us."
It was him and I grinned. Well. This changed everything.
Centuries upon centuries would have to pass, before I forget the voice of Sherlock Holmes. |
