Issue #2
Arrivals and Conquests
by Frankie Rodriguez
RATED PG-13
All characters and/or renditions belong to Frankie Rodriguez.
1.
A train was thrusting its way onto
the city’s station with a smooth entry that made syrup jealous of landing on
pancakes. The large, silver and navy blue train slid to a halt just as the
clock stuck 17 minutes after 7:00am. The doors of the train pulled back with a
hiss, spilling passengers out of its cars like milk on a counter. As new
passengers hopped on the train, a young man in a dark brown jacket, wearing a
dark green shirt and black jeans had stepped onto the platform. The young man,
of Asian descent, swung a dark brown back, a shade lighter than his jacket, on
his back with easy. As he passed several patrons, the young man headed straight
for a booth that said information that was covered in glass, reaching the
ceiling. The young man noticed a brunette with a soft blue uniform on with a
symbol similar to the train he just walked out of on her bosom. With a quick
smirk, he made his way through the crowd with ease till he got to the booth;
only to be cut by a large, grizzly of a man in a suit and bald head. The young
Asian man frowned for a moment as the muscular man talked to the information
woman.
The
guy in the suit crowed, “Hey! I need to get to New York City from here. Which trains do I
take and how much is it and how long will it take?”
The
information woman asked, “Have you looked at the schedule?”
The
guy in the suit shook his head. “Listen if you could just tell me, I’d really .
. .”
The
young Asian guy rolled his eyes then grabbed the guy in the suit’s shoulders.
The young Asian guy quickly pushed aside the larger male with ease then stepped
forward. The information woman was stunned for a moment as the young Asian guy
smiled at her.
“Hi.
I . . . am . . .sorry,” slowly spoke the young Asian guy. “I . . . are . . .Quon Feng.”
Before
another syllable could be said, the guy in the suit stomped to Quon Feng’s
right. Seething, the guy in the suit barked out his next words. “I was in the
middle of talking to her, asshole.”
“Need
. . . help. You . . . don’t . . . read . . . schedule,” Quon Feng’s voice
echoed, showing signs that his English was somewhat limited. After that, his
mouth curved to a bright smile.
The
guy in the suit’s face began to turn bright red, “I don’t give a fuck. Learn
some English. You are in America
you motherfucker! I was there first. Go home asshole. Go the fuck away so I can
finish my damn business.”
The
information woman’s face faulted at the guy’s yelling but did not say a word
when she saw the large smile on Quon Feng’s face.
“You
. . . are . . . asshole,” Quon Feng started. “My . . . dog . . . pleases
himself . . . with your . . . mother’s vagina.”
The
information woman stifled a laugh as the crimson in the guy in the suit’s face
neared critical mass. The guy threw a punch at Quon Feng who ducked over the
punch. The guy threw another punch but Quon Feng merely swung his neck to the
left, avoiding this punch with ease. The young Asian man quickly used his elbow
to block the third punch; causing the guy in the suit to yelp in pain. Quon
Feng gave a full smile as he then flipped over the guy in the suit, crashing
him on the ground.
“You
. . . done?” inquired Quon Feng with his thick Asian accent and grand smile
that flash white that made snow envious.
The
guy groaned in pain as Quon Feng shifted his gaze upon the information woman;
who was chuckling.
“You
know . . . at first I was mad at that but that asshole has been bugging me for
the same shit everyday for the last 2 weeks.” Her voice sweet and slow as her
eyes met with the near hypnotic pools of blue from the young Asian. “What can I
help you with again? And don’t worry. Take your time. Do you need a pen and
maybe write down what you want so I can understand better?”
Quon Feng began to hold his side as his bag
fell with a thump. His voice gasping as he laughed at the information woman;
who suddenly tilted her head with a face of bewilderment. “No need to talk
slow. I was just joking.”
“You
know English . . . good,” stated the surprised Information woman.
“Sweetie,
first, I may have trained in China
but I was born in Baltimore .
Secondly, It's I know English well. Remember proper grammar and all that.
Third, How about some directions . . . after I eat you out?”
The
information woman stood stunned as Quon Feng flashed her another, winning
smile.
Her
voice cracked in nervousness as she responded, “I . . . I . . . I don’t get off
till 2pm.”
Quon
Feng shook his head. “No, no no.”
Quickly,
Quon Feng took a small piece of metal with an A engraved on it. Quon Feng went
towards the booth’s door. Quon Feng taps it on the door and she swiftly lets
him inside the booth. The young Asian man ducks down as he goes in, getting to
his knees. Hidden from the world except her, gazed at her dress with a greedy
smile. The information woman just shakes her head but keeps smiling as Quon
Feng slowly slips off her panties.
“You
get off now.”
As he buried his
face and head into her dress, all the information woman did for the next
several minutes was grip the sides of her counter as if she was holding for
dear life off a cliff. Moans every so often escaped her lips as customers
continued to pass or talk with her; unaware of her guest and her ecstasy.
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2.
Seraph sighed as
he ran a hand through his dark brown, almost black, hair that was faded on his
head as he took his first steps outside of the police station, noticing the sun
beginning to rise in the east. Seraph wearily rubbed his eyes at the sprinkles
of clouds in the sky as the sunlight pierced through them. He looked around,
realizing that he is either taking a bus or walking to his apartment. No. They
had made it into a crime scene and even though he was assured by Detective
Graves that they had cleared out the body, it was still taped up.
“Perfect.
I don’t have a bed for a day or so . . .” Seraph was figuring as to where to go
when suddenly he felt a pat on the back that startled him for a moment.
With
a smile that looked foreign to his face, Graves
chirped, “Morning Seraph. I can call you that right?”
Seraph
sighed, “Since I just met you last night, no.”
“Aww,
c’mon now. We’re buddies now. Not like you got nothing to hide. We seen it all
last night, right?” Graves commented with a
hint of laughter in his voice.
Seraph
remembering that he had been completely naked when Graves ,
his partner and the EMTs had shown up, turning a bright red while pouting his
lips. Seraph exhaled a hard breath then
turned away from Detective Graves; which he had noticed that the officer was
now changed into a pair of black sweats and a long sleeved white shirt that
showed off the thick, muscular chest on the officer. Seraph began to walk away
from the detective as Graves quickly hovered
over to his left. The two were walking down the sidewalk as they continued
their conversation.
“Where
are you off to anyway?” inquired Graves , still
with that odd smile on his face which slightly unnerved Seraph.
Seraph
took in the fragrances of strong manly cologne on Graves ’
person which made him more attractive to him than he already was. Seraph also
noticed the small group of hair that stick from his color; nothing that Graves must have a hair chest. Still, Seraph plainly
stated, “Not sure but most likely a hotel.”
“I
can understand but we will get through the crime scene as quickly as possible,”
explained the detective, making sure he matched the speed of Seraph, no matter
how he walked. If Seraph was walking briskly, Graves
was right there with him. If Seraph was walking slow, Graves
slowed down; not once as they passed five blocks that Seraph loose his
‘company.’ Seraph gave a quick groan as he shifted his gaze back at the officer
after minutes of silence.
“What
do you want from me or is this your way of performing police work; stalking
people instead of following leads?”
“This
could be considered harassment, officer.”
Seraph
rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You’ve been following me for over 8 blocks.”
Seraph
entered a walkway to McDuffie
Park
“Considering
you are the only lead to what happened to that old man . . . probably not. And
you can’t blame me considering that someone threw him through your window,”
answered Graves flatly. He pointed to a large
stage at the middle of the park where the walkway they are stomping through
leads to; intersecting with others. There were a few joggers running around and
some walkers, dressed for work. Other than that, the park seemed empty. Seraph
shook his head in frustration. “You’ve got time to kill. Why not just relax?
Let’s get some breakfast. Where else are you going to go?”
Seraph
pouted as he thought to himself, ‘Okay.
This sucks. He’s like all up near me . . . which is actually kind of fine cause
he’s freakin’ hot! But, I kinda want to be alone so I can get some more sleep.
Still, he’s got a point. Everyone else is either at work or asleep; so I can’t
really crash right now. I can always hit a hotel but damn it . . . I am
starving.’ “Alright. If I go to breakfast, will you leave me alone
afterward?”
“Were
you not paying attention to what I just said?” repeated Graves ,
getting serious for a moment. “You are my only lead. And since I am pretty sure
you didn’t kill the guy, we need to watch you like a hawk.”
“Don’t
you have a wife to go home to?” Seraph asked; partially curious as to why this
officer took such a personal interest in him and for the fact that Seraph had
his own interest in Officer Graves.
“You
paying?” Seraph’s eyebrow arched with his question, seemingly low on cash until
his next unemployment payment in 2 days.
“Actually
it does,” Seraph gave off his own smile, not feeling apprehensive at the
moment. “Now to choose the most expensive place to eat.”
“Boy,
you must be a lousy date.” Graves turned to an
intersecting path on his left. Seraph paused for a moment at Graves ’
comment then proceeded to walk. Seraph
pouted again then followed the officer. His lips grew into a smile as he
wondered along with Graves , delighted to spend
time with him.
_ _ _ _ _
3.
Inside a large
base, the halls were white, silver and grey to show how sterile the place was.
Military officers were walking along; all of them heavily armed with a few
doctors in lab coats walked along a long corridor till they reached large,
heavy steal doors. Two of the three doctors with the armed escort all kneeled
down and had their retina scanned by modules; one older main with snow white
hair to the left of the door; another man who was bald, who had tanned skin and
dark eyes on the right of the door. Finally, a final scanner came up from the
floor in the center to the lone female doctor, with mocha skin and long brown
and blonde hair.
The
female doctor, Dr. Claire Jefferson, spoke with a hard, strong voice, “Retina
scan, senior doctors initiate.”
The
white haired doctor stated, “Daniel Van Helsing! Alpha, unlocked.”
The
second doctor replied, “Amil Bryant! Beta, unlocked.”
Claire
then stated, “Claire Jefferson. Omega, unlocked. Entry into The Hive. Delta-21-
Theta – Zephyr.”
Suddenly,
the doors locks began to spin. With a hiss and slight smoke, the doors slowly
creaked open as the thunder of the final locks falling back hit the air. Suddenly, the giant, football stadium sized
room revealed itself. Large amounts of monitors, stairways and consoles were
filling the room. There was a center walk way toward a main platform in which
all others stations were connected to. As the three doctors along with the
soldiers that escorted them made their way to the central platform; tubes of
yellow and black sprinkled their path along side computer terminals and
hallways. As a matter of fact, the entire “Hive” was colored mostly black and
yellow.
The
sound of metal begin pounded by either feet or fingers filled the air alongside
all kids of transmissions. As the doctors passed the tubes, the soldiers
snickered or sneered at the objects floating in the tubes. The creatures were
seemingly both avian and humanoid. They had long legs that seemed to be covered
in scales instead of skin with three or four talons on their feet instead of
toes. They were decorated with silver feathers that were accented with either white
or black. Their arms stretched long as did their wings which were attached to
those arms. Their bodies either seemed either very stocky with large chests or
very petite. Yet, they all had heads that seemed a mixture of both human and
bird. Oddly enough, these beings had beaks instead of mouths and nostrils on
top of their beaks. Dr. Jefferson gave a slight smirk as she passed by them.
When they reached the platform, they were greeted by two beings: A stocky man
wearing a green jacket and slacks with multiple command badges on him. The
other as a humanoid being who was aquamarine in skin color. On his body were
wires of call kinds, connected to many of the consoles within The Hive.
The
aquamarine being stated in smooth, almost monotone voice, “Greetings Doctor
Claire Jefferson. We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”
“He
ain’t kidding,” the military man had added quickly as he patted his side
impatiently. “You were supposed to be here nearly 30 minutes ago.”
“I
am sorry for our tardiness General Ewing. But between the 2 portals that opened
last night, my team hasn’t slept doing readings and spectra analysis. And
personally General, you can kiss my ass if you think I am gonna just hop when
you say so.” The tone from Dr. Jefferson’s voice was rough, with edge but
sincere. Dr. Jefferson turned over to the Aquamarine being. “How are you
holding up Cypher?”
“Over
all well. The data our agents on the field have given us has been useful. From
the readings, the first portal matches the portal energy signature from a week
ago,” the being known as Cypher described to the group of doctors and soldiers.
General Ewing quickly slid into Dr. Jefferson’s field of vision, barking at her
in anger.
“You
got a lot of nerve lady. I am in command of the Hive, as per orders from the
higher ups. And you better learn to respect my authority or I will deny you
access to this . . .”
Dr.
Jefferson chuckled at the General. “You can’t deny me to shit.” From her lab
coat, Claire had pulled out a special medallion. “No one in this country can
deny me from shit!”
General
Ewing’s eyes stepped back in surprise. “That metal. But that’s not possible.”
“Oh
it is, General,” began the feisty Dr. Jefferson. “You know what that medal
means. And if my last name wasn’t a hint, figure out who the fuck I am related
to. In this country, I am royalty. So why don’t you get your white ass out of
my face before I kick it.”
The
General grimaced in frustration as Dr. Jefferson turned to Cypher. “The portal
activity has heighten on schedule after all.”
“Yes.
According to the Kalique’s data tracks, the prophecy states that The Redeemers
newest genesis is starting to occur. The title of King has passed to a new King.
And from what I can decode from the data tracks, the King is the key to the
formation of The Redeemers.”
Dr.
Jefferson paused at that while Dr. Van Helsing and Dr. Bryant were gazing upon
readings on individual consoles. Dr. Van Helsing glanced at some information
after typing some special codes. He gasped.
“We
have a problem, Dr. Jefferson. It seems that another portal will soon emerge
from the energy readings,” answered the white haired doctor.
“Where?”
Cypher
quickly answered Dr. Jefferson’s question. “Actually 5 miles away from the last
portal.”
“It
seems that things are really starting to bloom in our field, ey?” Dr. Jefferson
smirked at Dr. Van Helsing’s answer to her. Dr. Jefferson felt anxiousness
crawl up from the pit of her stomach.
Dr.
Jefferson quickly turned to the soldiers that accompanied her. “Get on a plane
and get to that location. Track down our visitors and bring their asses back
here.”
General
Ewing quickly got in front of the soldiers, rage blowing out of his ears like
ready boiled tea. “That is enough! You will not follow her orders. You follow
the change of command here. And I am your superior officer. And first, I want
you to arrest this bitch.”
A
lone soldier replied, “On what charge sir.”
“Treason.
What she is doing is using you and this facility as she sees fit. And only two
other people besides me who can order you out like that. Now I . . .”
Dr.
Jefferson shook her head then turned to Cypher. “ How long has it been since I ordered the death of Director
Grimes?”
“25.5
hours ago, Dr. Jefferson.” Cypher’s voice had echoed with a frighteningly calm
tone that had instilled fear amongst the soldiers and the general. After a
moment to let that fact sink in, Dr. Jefferson continued.
“And
under the security directives, who is now in charge?”
Cypher
gave the same frightening, calm voice as he answered, “Under the by laws of
Rule 15, Section Alpha 9, that would be you. The President has already given
his approval this morning at 5.00 hours.”
General
Ewing’s eyes widened as Dr. Jefferson smirked. General Ewing hands slowly
reached for a gun that he had behind him on his left side of his back when Dr.
Jefferson came closer to him.
“You
are crazy. I will report to the President of what you did and . . .” Ewing pulled out his gun from behind him as Dr. Jefferson
quickly took out a gun of her own; yet while General Ewing’s gun was a pistol
that had been modified; Dr. Jefferson’s gun was silver with slits on either
side of a pistol. Dr. Jefferson pressed the trigger of this oddly shaped
weapon, hitting General Ewing hard with a blast.
General
Ewing as he felt the flesh of his stomach began to tear like a hot knife
through butter. His lower intestines were shattered and shredded till a hole
was revealed on the other side of General Ewing. The screams of sheer agony
were cut off as the General’s now dead body plopped onto the steel grate like
mesh of the floor. Each soldier stood on nervously as it happened. Dr.
Jefferson walked over to kick General Ewing down the walkway a little. She then
turned to the soldiers.
“It
is impressive what happens when a human being gets a hold of extraterrestrial
technology which used air as a weapon. That being said, I will not stand for
any kind of disloyalty in my ranks. As was stated, I am now director of Area
51. Now, I have given you orders. Head to the location of that portal and start
tracking cause I am interested in what will be emerging from it and getting a lead on
whoever King is. Any mentions of what just happened to anyone else, Cypher will
active the nanite bombs that were mixed with your food within the last few
days. Are we clear?”
Every
single soldier replied in unison, “Yes, Director!”
“Good.
Soldiers, to the hangar in five minutes. Bryant will be accompanying you. I
want whatever is coming out of that portal found and brought back here.
Dismissed.”
Dr.
Jefferson turned to her compatriots and Cypher as the dead body of General
Ewing lay not far from them. As the soldiers side stepped the corpse, Bryant
walked over and began to drag it to the left.
“I
am going to be busy for a while,” Dr. Bryant stated then continued to walk off while
dragging the body of General Ewing with him.
“Doesn’t
take much to keep Amil happy, ey?” asked Dr. Van Helsing.
Dr.
Jefferson smirked, “No, it does not. Let’s make sure we keep it working to our
advantage. We have to find where this so called King is. And the sooner we do
it, the better off we will all be.”
Next: More Hunters after the Redeemers. More Redeemers awaken. And Seraph and Graves meet their first challenge.
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