Post by Skyscream on Mar 21, 2013 14:11:54 GMT -8
((Needed to think, couldn't sleep, so I started writing. lol. Oh. Here is some theme music. L7 - Shitlist www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wES60h58vs and Cancer Bats - Deathsmarch www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpYq0TZOeQQ ))
A lone woman leaned against the podium at the back of Camon Church in silence staring at the floor a few paces away as if that spot meant something. Her intense gaze did not leave that spot even as another figure entered through the back entrance. This person seemed to be the polar opposite of the woman standing at the podium. Where he was clad in an immaculately tailored dark suit, she was in scruffy looking colourful clothes of purples and reds. Where he wore sunglasses that seemed to absorb what little light was in the large empty church, she stared at the world with naked eyes that seemed to shine with their own light. Where he moved with mechanical efficiency across the room, she stood in motionless grace. The man stopped a few paces away on the main stage and quietly cleared his throat to get her attention. When that didn't work. He spoke.
"I ... require your attention, Miss McFey." He said in a monotone voice as if that name were a statement of fact.
"You had it long before you entered Agent West." The woman finally looked up from the spot on the floor to stare intently at the Agent before speaking again. "And stop calling me that. My name is Skyscream."
"I am ... curious ... as to why you are still in this place." Agent West tilted his head a little to one side to further emphasize the words he just spoke.
"Waiting on a long distance call." Skyscream shrugged. "Why are you here?"
"I am here to ... ask ... what your motivations are in being in this .. place." Agent West stated in his monotone voice. "Your actions this evening are ... confusing."
"You mean Pace sent you to check up on me since I didn't run away after her unexpected call." Skyscream smiled a tired smile. "Where is Agent North? He's usually the one bugging me. He also has a better sense of humour than you."
"He is .. otherwise occupied." Agent West stepped a little closer and indicated the church with a sweep of his arm. "Are we going to have a ... problem .. here?"
"You take one more step and there will be." Skyscream stared intently at the Agent. "I'm just waiting on a long distance call. That's it. Go away."
"This is .... " The agent paused for a long moment before continuing. "... a confusing answer based on your actions in the last ten minutes but an .. acceptable answer. Have a good evening Miss Skyscream."
"Yeah. Whatever." Skyscream stopped paying attention to the agent, as he left the way he entered the room, to stare at the floor again.
Minutes passed. Skyscream didn't move. Barely seemed to be breathing. Her eyes locked on that one spot near the podium she was still leaning casually against. Suddenly the phone rang. Skyscream glanced at the display of her phone out of habit before answering and saw it wasn't the Format C.
It was an unknown number. She answered it.
"This is Sky." She stated as she put the phone to her ear. "Don't waste my time stranger."
"The mighty Neonite." An unfamiliar voice rasped over the line, the words dripping with sarcasm. "I'm surprised you are all alone and unarmed. I actually expected you to be much smarter than that."
"You're wasting my time." Skyscream sighed. "You better get to the point."
"Oh. Impatient are we?" the voice made a noise that resembled laughter. "Well. It doesn't work that way. This is my game and you .."
Skyscream hung up the phone. It began ringing again within moments. She waited until the seventh ring before answering the unknown number again.
"This is Sky." Skyscream repeated. "Don't waste my time stranger."
"Hanging up on me won't change what is about to ..." The voice, while still somewhat raspy, was slick now. All business.
"Sure it will." Skyscream interrupted. "For one... now you're annoyed because I dared hang up on you. Waste my time again.. and I simply won't answer when you ring me back up as quick as a puppy looking for a treat."
"I'm sick of you Believers." The voice spit the word believers like it was something distasteful. "Sick of you sticking your nose in business that isn't yours. Your little soldiers getting involved in my business. And now you! Who do you people think you are? Who do you think you're dealing with?"
"Well... a blowhard it seems.." Skyscream grinned. "You're just mad because you aren't all gangsta. Just some little punk to afraid to utter your little threats to my face. Just another coward hiding in the shadows. Like this one fella a friend told me about a few minutes ago. What was that piece of garbage called? Fancy toast? Fapper toes? Think-he's-slow? I don't know. Whatever. It was a stupid name, that much I know. Maybe Aaroun knows what it is. Not that it really matters but I'll ask him."
Silence on the line.
"You should have brought a gun." The voice was quiet. Angry. "Because today is the day the leader of the believers dies. The day Morpheus's little pet finally gets hers. The day..."
"Oh my god." Skyscream interrupted again. "I can't believe you're actually giving me monologue. You really are a loser aren't you? Not even original. You're just copying what Veil said to me when she was trying to get revenge aren't you? Do you have a transcript or something with you? What exactly was that sound she made when I punched her in the throat? I'm curious what the letters are to mimic that sound."
The line went dead.
"Well. That was easier than I thought. I probably should have waited for word from the Pride though." Skyscream shrugged as she talked to herself and put the phone away in her pants pocket. She finally stood up straight from her leaning position against the podium and saluted the spot she had been staring at. She then spoke as if there were someone in the room with her in that very spot. "Guarding the gates of Zion as ordered sir."
The sound of breaking glass was loud in the silent room as coloured pieces of windows flew through the air. Dark shapes followed to land on the floor as more dark shapes scurried in through all the entrances. Men and women slowly approached the suddenly surrounded leader of the True Believers, who for some reason appeared to be completely unconcerned. There was even a small smile on her lips.
"Cypherites." She practically spit the word through the small smile that didn't go away as she looked around at the slowly closing circle of more than a dozen men and women. "I actually expected something .. I don't know.... a little scary? I certainly wasn't expecting slightly threatening in a mostly harmless manner."
"Kill her!!!" One of the Cypherites screamed in rage.
The large group of Cypherites charged at the woman standing casually in the center of their circle. Skyscream suddenly turned into a blur of motion. With little seeming effort she grabbed the closest man and swung him around with his own forward momentum to crash into a number of his friends behind her. Her body twisted as a blow came at her from the side .. and the back.. and the front. Somehow her odd circular movements carried her out of the path of blows, her arms blocking punches and kicks, her feet lashing out at any nearby bodies. It was poetry in motion. Within moments though punches started to get though. Smashing into her ribs and bashing against her back. One punch slipped through and crashed into the side of her head. Then another landed. And another. She stumbled and the group seemed to stop for a moment to watch in triumph as she awkwardly fell through a group of them to land to the floor near the podium. Her face bloody and her body bruised.
"You've always been a thorn in our side. Ever since the beginning." Sneered what appeared to be the leader of this group of Cypherites surrounding her. "Today.. finally .. the Neonite dies."
"You really should have brought a gun." Another one quipped with a laugh.
"Who says I didn't?" Skyscream smiled wickedly through bloody teeth and reached into the open back of the podium with both hands. As she rolled deftly to her feet in the midst of the mass of surprised Cypherites her hands rose. She spun in a tight circle like a ballerina and rapid gunfire erupted into the church as the pair of uzi's in her hands spewed death and destruction. Blood flew into the air all around her as her shocked attackers attempted to get to cover. Bodies dropped in lifeless chewed up heaps of dead flesh. Skyscream had picked this spot carefully. With no mercy she cut down the men and women still on the church stage with her and then levelled the Uzi's on the Cypherites running away. She ducked behind the podium for cover as her enemies began to get their own guns out. The magazines of the uzi's quickly ran out of ammo and she tossed them aside to grab a large pistol from the same hiding spot in the Camon church podium. Gunfire erupted and hot lead impacted into the podium she was behind. Fortunately, all the cypherites had run away in the same direction like sheep in a flock to get cover behind the church pews that filled the large space in front of the podium stage.
"Good times." Skyscream remarked to herself as hot lead and chunks of the podium flew into the air. She reached into her pants pocket again to pull out her phone and speed dialled a number. An instant later a sound much louder than the gunfire aimed at her smashed into her eardrums as the first three rows of pews nearest the stage exploded in firey chaos. In less than a blink of an eye she was running for the back door and blindly pulling the trigger of her pistol in the direction of the chaos she caused.
She burst through the back door and into sunlight, or at least what passed for it in the Matrix, only to come to a skidding halt. Agent West stood calmly staring at her a few paces away.
"You do not need to ... hurry." Agent West had one hand to the earpiece he wore at all times. "It appears the explosion has completely demoralized your .. opponents."
"No doubt." Skyscream kept the pistol in her hand at her side and suddenly turned to walk briskly away from the now burning church while glancing over her shoulder. "You'll pardon me if I don't believe you about my .. ahem .. opponents."
"I assure you Miss Skyscream. They will not follow you out of that church." Agent West easily kept up with Skyscreams quick pace. "But we are .. displeased you keep destroying that Church."
"Like it's my fault people trying to kill me don't do research on thier target?" Skyscream shrugged as they approached a hardline just behind the church. "There's a reason I hang out here a lot."
"We are aware." Agent West stated as Skyscream picked up the phone reciever. "Your behaviour here is of interest to certain .. parties. We do not understand your dedication to a man long dead."
"Yeah yeah. My crazy confuses you Mecha types. Oh. That reminds me. Thank Agent Pace for the heads up. I don't know what her game is, giving up names of Cypherites and warning me of eminent attack, but thanks for the name of whoever that Thanatos guy is. It came in handy." Skyscream put the reciever to her ear. She suddenly winked with a bloody grin at Agent West. "I'd love to stay and chat but I have some people to meet. Calls to make. But here's some truth Agent West, because I like you."
Agent West waited silently.
"He ain't dead." Skyscreams laughter echoed into the code of the world as she disappeared.
*************
Agent West watched the human disappear in a waterfall of code. He stared at the hardline for a long moment before turning to the church. Agent Pace walked out of the burning building looking around with what appeared to be genuine curiousity. With casual ease she sauntered up the the agent and smiled.
"Well done Agent West." Agent Pace nodded in appreciation as her slick italian accent made her words somewhat poetic. "I am impressed with the work you've done today."
Agent West nodded back silently.
"So serious all the time." Agent Pace smiled again. "Give me your report."
"Ms. McFey appears to be insane but still operates in a logical manner." Agent West stated simply. "Her combat abilities are ... formidable as always. The ambush Ms. McFey set up in a short time was extremely effective."
"Yes." Agent Pace nodded in agreement. "It certainly was. She is a veteran though so not entirely surprising. What is your risk assessment?"
"The appearance of Ms. McFey causes high risk factors in any plan for all sides." Agent West paused for a moment. "Previous deliberate provocations have ended badly for the hostile parties. In addition Ms. McFey has ... friends ... in numerous organizations. Including our own. I do not ... like .. being near her."
"I understand Agent West. She has that effect." Pace looked around the area with a smile on her face. "But we are here to perform our function .. yes?"
"Understood." Agent West nodded.
"Was there anything else?" Agent Pace smiled and raised one eyebrow in curiousity.
"Before Ms. McFey departed she said to thank you for the ... 'heads up' .. and something else happened that .. confuses me." Agent West had his brow furrowed in thought. "She said 'He ain't dead' and then used a non-functional hardline to jack-out."
"I see." Agent Pace appeared thoughtful and the small smile had gone away. "That will be all Agent West."
Agent West turned and strode briskly away as Agent Pace stared at the burning Church. She smiled again as the code of the world shifted slightly. The church was back to what it was in the blink of an eye as the maintenance programs briskly set about thier tasks. With a deep breath and a content sigh Agent Pace turned on her heel and strode off.
((ooc: Editted for continuity errors by the author))
A lone woman leaned against the podium at the back of Camon Church in silence staring at the floor a few paces away as if that spot meant something. Her intense gaze did not leave that spot even as another figure entered through the back entrance. This person seemed to be the polar opposite of the woman standing at the podium. Where he was clad in an immaculately tailored dark suit, she was in scruffy looking colourful clothes of purples and reds. Where he wore sunglasses that seemed to absorb what little light was in the large empty church, she stared at the world with naked eyes that seemed to shine with their own light. Where he moved with mechanical efficiency across the room, she stood in motionless grace. The man stopped a few paces away on the main stage and quietly cleared his throat to get her attention. When that didn't work. He spoke.
"I ... require your attention, Miss McFey." He said in a monotone voice as if that name were a statement of fact.
"You had it long before you entered Agent West." The woman finally looked up from the spot on the floor to stare intently at the Agent before speaking again. "And stop calling me that. My name is Skyscream."
"I am ... curious ... as to why you are still in this place." Agent West tilted his head a little to one side to further emphasize the words he just spoke.
"Waiting on a long distance call." Skyscream shrugged. "Why are you here?"
"I am here to ... ask ... what your motivations are in being in this .. place." Agent West stated in his monotone voice. "Your actions this evening are ... confusing."
"You mean Pace sent you to check up on me since I didn't run away after her unexpected call." Skyscream smiled a tired smile. "Where is Agent North? He's usually the one bugging me. He also has a better sense of humour than you."
"He is .. otherwise occupied." Agent West stepped a little closer and indicated the church with a sweep of his arm. "Are we going to have a ... problem .. here?"
"You take one more step and there will be." Skyscream stared intently at the Agent. "I'm just waiting on a long distance call. That's it. Go away."
"This is .... " The agent paused for a long moment before continuing. "... a confusing answer based on your actions in the last ten minutes but an .. acceptable answer. Have a good evening Miss Skyscream."
"Yeah. Whatever." Skyscream stopped paying attention to the agent, as he left the way he entered the room, to stare at the floor again.
Minutes passed. Skyscream didn't move. Barely seemed to be breathing. Her eyes locked on that one spot near the podium she was still leaning casually against. Suddenly the phone rang. Skyscream glanced at the display of her phone out of habit before answering and saw it wasn't the Format C.
It was an unknown number. She answered it.
"This is Sky." She stated as she put the phone to her ear. "Don't waste my time stranger."
"The mighty Neonite." An unfamiliar voice rasped over the line, the words dripping with sarcasm. "I'm surprised you are all alone and unarmed. I actually expected you to be much smarter than that."
"You're wasting my time." Skyscream sighed. "You better get to the point."
"Oh. Impatient are we?" the voice made a noise that resembled laughter. "Well. It doesn't work that way. This is my game and you .."
Skyscream hung up the phone. It began ringing again within moments. She waited until the seventh ring before answering the unknown number again.
"This is Sky." Skyscream repeated. "Don't waste my time stranger."
"Hanging up on me won't change what is about to ..." The voice, while still somewhat raspy, was slick now. All business.
"Sure it will." Skyscream interrupted. "For one... now you're annoyed because I dared hang up on you. Waste my time again.. and I simply won't answer when you ring me back up as quick as a puppy looking for a treat."
"I'm sick of you Believers." The voice spit the word believers like it was something distasteful. "Sick of you sticking your nose in business that isn't yours. Your little soldiers getting involved in my business. And now you! Who do you people think you are? Who do you think you're dealing with?"
"Well... a blowhard it seems.." Skyscream grinned. "You're just mad because you aren't all gangsta. Just some little punk to afraid to utter your little threats to my face. Just another coward hiding in the shadows. Like this one fella a friend told me about a few minutes ago. What was that piece of garbage called? Fancy toast? Fapper toes? Think-he's-slow? I don't know. Whatever. It was a stupid name, that much I know. Maybe Aaroun knows what it is. Not that it really matters but I'll ask him."
Silence on the line.
"You should have brought a gun." The voice was quiet. Angry. "Because today is the day the leader of the believers dies. The day Morpheus's little pet finally gets hers. The day..."
"Oh my god." Skyscream interrupted again. "I can't believe you're actually giving me monologue. You really are a loser aren't you? Not even original. You're just copying what Veil said to me when she was trying to get revenge aren't you? Do you have a transcript or something with you? What exactly was that sound she made when I punched her in the throat? I'm curious what the letters are to mimic that sound."
The line went dead.
"Well. That was easier than I thought. I probably should have waited for word from the Pride though." Skyscream shrugged as she talked to herself and put the phone away in her pants pocket. She finally stood up straight from her leaning position against the podium and saluted the spot she had been staring at. She then spoke as if there were someone in the room with her in that very spot. "Guarding the gates of Zion as ordered sir."
The sound of breaking glass was loud in the silent room as coloured pieces of windows flew through the air. Dark shapes followed to land on the floor as more dark shapes scurried in through all the entrances. Men and women slowly approached the suddenly surrounded leader of the True Believers, who for some reason appeared to be completely unconcerned. There was even a small smile on her lips.
"Cypherites." She practically spit the word through the small smile that didn't go away as she looked around at the slowly closing circle of more than a dozen men and women. "I actually expected something .. I don't know.... a little scary? I certainly wasn't expecting slightly threatening in a mostly harmless manner."
"Kill her!!!" One of the Cypherites screamed in rage.
The large group of Cypherites charged at the woman standing casually in the center of their circle. Skyscream suddenly turned into a blur of motion. With little seeming effort she grabbed the closest man and swung him around with his own forward momentum to crash into a number of his friends behind her. Her body twisted as a blow came at her from the side .. and the back.. and the front. Somehow her odd circular movements carried her out of the path of blows, her arms blocking punches and kicks, her feet lashing out at any nearby bodies. It was poetry in motion. Within moments though punches started to get though. Smashing into her ribs and bashing against her back. One punch slipped through and crashed into the side of her head. Then another landed. And another. She stumbled and the group seemed to stop for a moment to watch in triumph as she awkwardly fell through a group of them to land to the floor near the podium. Her face bloody and her body bruised.
"You've always been a thorn in our side. Ever since the beginning." Sneered what appeared to be the leader of this group of Cypherites surrounding her. "Today.. finally .. the Neonite dies."
"You really should have brought a gun." Another one quipped with a laugh.
"Who says I didn't?" Skyscream smiled wickedly through bloody teeth and reached into the open back of the podium with both hands. As she rolled deftly to her feet in the midst of the mass of surprised Cypherites her hands rose. She spun in a tight circle like a ballerina and rapid gunfire erupted into the church as the pair of uzi's in her hands spewed death and destruction. Blood flew into the air all around her as her shocked attackers attempted to get to cover. Bodies dropped in lifeless chewed up heaps of dead flesh. Skyscream had picked this spot carefully. With no mercy she cut down the men and women still on the church stage with her and then levelled the Uzi's on the Cypherites running away. She ducked behind the podium for cover as her enemies began to get their own guns out. The magazines of the uzi's quickly ran out of ammo and she tossed them aside to grab a large pistol from the same hiding spot in the Camon church podium. Gunfire erupted and hot lead impacted into the podium she was behind. Fortunately, all the cypherites had run away in the same direction like sheep in a flock to get cover behind the church pews that filled the large space in front of the podium stage.
"Good times." Skyscream remarked to herself as hot lead and chunks of the podium flew into the air. She reached into her pants pocket again to pull out her phone and speed dialled a number. An instant later a sound much louder than the gunfire aimed at her smashed into her eardrums as the first three rows of pews nearest the stage exploded in firey chaos. In less than a blink of an eye she was running for the back door and blindly pulling the trigger of her pistol in the direction of the chaos she caused.
She burst through the back door and into sunlight, or at least what passed for it in the Matrix, only to come to a skidding halt. Agent West stood calmly staring at her a few paces away.
"You do not need to ... hurry." Agent West had one hand to the earpiece he wore at all times. "It appears the explosion has completely demoralized your .. opponents."
"No doubt." Skyscream kept the pistol in her hand at her side and suddenly turned to walk briskly away from the now burning church while glancing over her shoulder. "You'll pardon me if I don't believe you about my .. ahem .. opponents."
"I assure you Miss Skyscream. They will not follow you out of that church." Agent West easily kept up with Skyscreams quick pace. "But we are .. displeased you keep destroying that Church."
"Like it's my fault people trying to kill me don't do research on thier target?" Skyscream shrugged as they approached a hardline just behind the church. "There's a reason I hang out here a lot."
"We are aware." Agent West stated as Skyscream picked up the phone reciever. "Your behaviour here is of interest to certain .. parties. We do not understand your dedication to a man long dead."
"Yeah yeah. My crazy confuses you Mecha types. Oh. That reminds me. Thank Agent Pace for the heads up. I don't know what her game is, giving up names of Cypherites and warning me of eminent attack, but thanks for the name of whoever that Thanatos guy is. It came in handy." Skyscream put the reciever to her ear. She suddenly winked with a bloody grin at Agent West. "I'd love to stay and chat but I have some people to meet. Calls to make. But here's some truth Agent West, because I like you."
Agent West waited silently.
"He ain't dead." Skyscreams laughter echoed into the code of the world as she disappeared.
*************
Agent West watched the human disappear in a waterfall of code. He stared at the hardline for a long moment before turning to the church. Agent Pace walked out of the burning building looking around with what appeared to be genuine curiousity. With casual ease she sauntered up the the agent and smiled.
"Well done Agent West." Agent Pace nodded in appreciation as her slick italian accent made her words somewhat poetic. "I am impressed with the work you've done today."
Agent West nodded back silently.
"So serious all the time." Agent Pace smiled again. "Give me your report."
"Ms. McFey appears to be insane but still operates in a logical manner." Agent West stated simply. "Her combat abilities are ... formidable as always. The ambush Ms. McFey set up in a short time was extremely effective."
"Yes." Agent Pace nodded in agreement. "It certainly was. She is a veteran though so not entirely surprising. What is your risk assessment?"
"The appearance of Ms. McFey causes high risk factors in any plan for all sides." Agent West paused for a moment. "Previous deliberate provocations have ended badly for the hostile parties. In addition Ms. McFey has ... friends ... in numerous organizations. Including our own. I do not ... like .. being near her."
"I understand Agent West. She has that effect." Pace looked around the area with a smile on her face. "But we are here to perform our function .. yes?"
"Understood." Agent West nodded.
"Was there anything else?" Agent Pace smiled and raised one eyebrow in curiousity.
"Before Ms. McFey departed she said to thank you for the ... 'heads up' .. and something else happened that .. confuses me." Agent West had his brow furrowed in thought. "She said 'He ain't dead' and then used a non-functional hardline to jack-out."
"I see." Agent Pace appeared thoughtful and the small smile had gone away. "That will be all Agent West."
Agent West turned and strode briskly away as Agent Pace stared at the burning Church. She smiled again as the code of the world shifted slightly. The church was back to what it was in the blink of an eye as the maintenance programs briskly set about thier tasks. With a deep breath and a content sigh Agent Pace turned on her heel and strode off.
((ooc: Editted for continuity errors by the author))