บท 23: Struggle
Ori quickly locks the door with a press of a button and backs away into the living room where Darren's corpse still lay. "Plan... Plan..." he quickly murmurs to himself, trying to think of a way to deal with this without dying in the process. Who knew how many guys were outside, what or how many weapons they had...
*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!*
"OPEN UP AND WE'LL ONLY BEAT YOU!" a gruff man's voice shouts as they begin slamming the door, trying to get in.
His eyes dart around the apartment a few more times, spotting a few things of interest and nodding to himself, a workable plan coming to fruition. He steps to the holo emitter that was projecting screens that float in midair, broadcasting various advertisements and TV shows. He tears it out of its foundation, making sure to not disturb the wiring and places it next to the front door, allowing the screen to obscure it, like distorted glass.
He then bundles some of Darren's sheets and blankets together to form a makeshift sheet rope, tying it around the corpse's neck and hanging it from one of the lights, allowing to 'stand' in the apartment entrance.
With that done he fishes out Daren's holophone and accesses its database, retrieving some voicemails he'd sent out and put them on a loop, causing the man's voice to fill the apartment.
By the time the strangers had broken down the apartment door, Ori had set himself up, lying prone in a corner overlooking the entrance, Darren's body swaying not far beside him.
*THUD!*
"Darren!? Where the f-" one of the men shouted as the dust from the door clears, but they could only see a humanoid silhouette through the holo emitter's holograms. Darren's voice was the only thing preventing him and his friends from opening fire... At least, until Ori began...
*DAGAGAGAGAGA!*
Ori's submachine gun screams as he begins spraying bullets at the entrance, blasting anything and everything around it. Neither the doorframe nor the people inside it were spared, three people instantly dropping dead from the gunfire, judging by their falling silhouettes through the holograms.
The strangers open fire too, aiming at the obviously placed 'person' standing in the front entrance, Darren's body takes the full front of it, every hit causing the corpse to sway and shudder as bullets rip through it. Blood spatters and covers apartment behind the body, but the strangers didn't stop, unaware of what they were shooting at.
Ori reloads and begins firing again, his adrenaline was pumping hard, his breathing erratic as he occasional made a hard sniff and breathed in the gunpowder.
*Click-Click-Click*
His eyes widen, realising he was out of ammo... He didn't have any more clips left for his gun... "Fuck!" he curses under his breath and rolls to the side, out of view of the entrance.
"FUCKIN' KILL 'EM! THIS BASTARD NEEDS TO DIE! KILLING MY GUYS!? I'LL TEAR HIS FUCKING CHROME OUT!" one enraged man exclaims, stomping through the holo emitter now that the gunfire had stopped.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" he shouts, finally seeing just what they were shooting at, Darren's corpse bleeding profusely above the rapidly growing puddle underneath it.
"SICK FUCK! WHERE ARE YOU!? I'LL FUCKING END YOU!"
Ori quietly places his weapon down at his side and reaches for the kitchen knife, his only remaining weapon... When the large, well-built man steps past the corner Ori acts, leaping at him and bringing the knife down at his neck.
*Clank!*
Only for it to come to a shuddering halt as it fails to pierce the metal Cyberware guarding the man's neck... His arm is gripped tightly as the man lowers his face to get a better look at him, "You little-"
Ori growls and headbutts him, causing his Scav holomask to crack, spark, and fail upon contact. The doesn't let go even then however, the bald man grins toothily, revealing his set of metal teeth.
"A kid... A kid did all this!?" he seethes, "Shouldn't you know not to play 'adult games'."
"Fuck you!" Ori spits, sending a globule of saliva at the man's eye... Who doesn't blink at all in response.
"Good. I like a screamer." he states before sending a punch into Ori's face, the force of which sends him toppling head over toe into the nearby wall, crashing with a hard thud.
"Arghk!" Ori shouts with a pained grunt, raising his head from where he was laying, only to realise that one of his eyes wasn't opening...
[Permission Request-]
"J-ust do- it.." Ori whispers with a choked cough, feeling blood beginning to pool in his mouth.
At that he feels a wave of energy wash through him, the pain fading as his muscles swelled. His eyes contracted into pinpricks as everything 'seemingly' slowed down... Ori grabs at anything next to him, thankfully gripping a long piece of metal that'd come off when he'd slammed into a metal shelf.
"Still got fight in-" the man starts but gets interrupted as Ori almost manically throws himself to his feet and slams the makeshift weapon into his head.
*CLACK!*
"I AIN'T GOING DOWN TO NO GONK FUCKIN' CHROMEJOCK!" he roars as he hits the many another two times. The man's head twists with each hit, whipping to the sides as he takes them head-on...
Seeing this method of attack fail completely, Ori lowers himself and leaps forward to try and stab the metal fixing into the man's eye... Only to get slapped outta the air with ease.
His makeshift weapon goes flying as he rolls towards the exit, his pain flaring despite the efforts of the nanites.
"We're gonna be good friends, you and I." the man leers as he steps towards him. "You killed my guys, so your gonna be my new 'Brother'." he says as reaches for him.
Ori shuffles backwards, his single remaining eye shooting to the door where the man's friends presumably lay, along with their weapons... With a huff he throws himself out, landing atop a bullet-ridden corpse and snatching up the closest gun, a nearby pistol.
The adrenaline pumping through his system, while good for physical tasks, caused his hands to tremble as he aimed at the man... Regardless, he fired anyway, despite his aim not being optimal.
*Bang!Bang!Bang!*
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บท 24: Borged
*Bang!Bang!Bang!*
*Clank!Clank!Clank!*
The bullets ricochet off of the man's chrome as he speeds up his pace towards Ori. "Hahaha! You think that's enough to beat me!? Come quietly now and I'll be GENTLE!"
Ori gets off another few useless shots when the man finally reaches him, kicking him in the stomach hard enough to throw him directly into the ceiling. He hits it with a *Crack!* and then falls to the ground in a heap, groaning as he barely keeps his grip on the pistol.
[Permission Request-
"D-o it..." he growls, pushing himself off his stomach and coughing out a worrying amount of blood.
Abruptly his vision blurs and crackles, somehow becoming distant to his own eyes, as if the back of his eyes were screens that he was watching from the inside of his skull... Not to mention... He'd lost all feeling to his body, he panicked but wasn't able to do anything as his body began moving of its own volition, standing upright stiffly and rigidly turning its head towards the Chromejock.
The man pauses his approach and tilts his head at the odd movements. "You finally lost it or somethin' kid? Acceptin' my off-"
*Bang!*
Ori's body raises the gun and fires a shot straight into the man's eye, causing him to reel back with an agonized shout. "Structural Weaknesses, Eyes, Nasal Cavity, Mouth, Cybernetic Obstruction." his mouth states on its own, the nanites speaking through him...
The man scowls and looks back at him, one of his eyes sparking from the bullet it'd taken, the Cybernetic piece clearly irreparable. "That's it, you're fucking DEAD!"
"Negative." the nanites respond and open fire again. The man covers his good eye with his arm, but the bullets just hit him in the mouth and nose instead. The man is forced to swallow some of his metal teeth as the bullets hit his lip and dislodge them, but the worst damage is to his nose...
The bullets shattered his unenhanced nasal cavity and continue dealing horrific damage to everything else. A wave of extreme nausea and vertigo hits the man, stopping his stride and causing him to slowly topple to one side.
"Arrghk! What the fuck did you do to me!?" the man shouts as blood streams down his nose, ears, and mouth.
The nanites don't respond, robotically walking past the man and stiffly picking up a shotgun one of his buddies had dropped. They then simply walk back over, stand over the man, and blow his head off, the stopping power at point-blank range being enough to breach the man's protections.
"Protocol SD2552 Executed, Objective Complete, Returning Control of Host-System Administrator." his body reports out loud before slumping to the floor, Ori gasping for air when all of his senses hit him at once.
He was stunned, the feeling of losing complete control still bearing down on him like a cancer diagonises. An existential threat and fear... He releases a shuddering breath and forces himself to his feet, only now noticing the few eyes peaking out from their apartment doors, watching him.
He pulls his hood down, ignoring the twinge of pain from his aching arm muscles, the nanites having strained his body earlier.
Ori shakes his head, removing the thoughts of looting the Chromejock's corpse or anything else. The NCPD were probably on their way now, and he couldn't risk any more fights, especially in his current condition. He takes a photo of Darren's mutilated corpse, picks up his SMG and also slings the shotgun the nanites had used to kill that bastard over his shoulder.
If one thing was for certain, he wasn't risking fighting another guy like him without a shitload of stopping power. With that, he departs, quickly fleeing the scene.
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An hour and a half later Ori finally reaches his apartment, stumbling through the door and somehow reaching and falling into his bed. Inwardly he was still freaking out about the nanites momentarily taking control, the feeling of helplessness he experienced just making him even more paranoid.
Then the deaths hit him, memories of Darren's obliterated corpse, the bloody bodies strewn around the apartment door... He gags and almost vomits onto the floor next to the bed, but manages to hold it in.
He sweats profusely, pain and panic intermingling... He's only brought out of his funk when hears the beep, indicating a received text...
[Eyy, that job done yet? Choom...?!?!] - Speks
...
Ori looks down at himself and strips off the blood-covered jacket, along with everything else, leaving him lying on the bed moistened with his own sweat.
[IMG SENT]
[Done, now I want my money!!!] - Ori
[FUCK!! What did you do to that poor guy?! Hang em like a pinata and shoot him for fun? ur crazy dude!] Speks texts back when he receives the picture of Darren's corpse, the gory sight drawing a big reaction.
[EDDIES!] - Ori
...
[hey man, look... The client-
Ori doesn't even read the rest of the text, gritting his teeth and shooting one back.
[I WILL FUCK YOU UP! WHERE'S MY MONEY!] - Ori
[The client man! refuses to pay unless we do one more] - Speks
"Fucking rat piece of scop-shit." Ori seethes, this useless fucking Fixer thinks he can fuck with him!?
[Max. We gotta problem, you awake?] - Ori
...
[Yeah. This better be good though.] - Max
[Speks is fucking us, had me go zero two more dudes for the client without any pay. Almost died doing it. Wants to go for a third.] - Ori
...
[Man your green kid... Shoulda just waited a day for the client to pay, call the guy's bluff. Since u already went and did it he thinks he can milk us for all we're worth. Now we've actually got to do something...] - Max
[What, so this is my fault? Not Speks?!] - Ori angrily texts back, immediately regretting it after the fact.
[Don't you start. It's the Fixer's fault sure, but you coulda asked me or Six what's what. We know a lot more about this shit than u do...] - Max
[What now then? I'm fucked up and need the cash, I ain't letting some douchebag rinse us!] - Ori
...
[I'll look into it, make a few calls... Have a word with our Fixer... U rest up kid, we'll probs be busy tomorrow.] - Max
Ori slumps against the bed, grimacing as he feels his ribs pull themselves back into place, the nanites getting to work collecting the bone shards and piecing them together like a puzzle... He brings a hand up to his swollen-over eye but quickly pulls it away as a stabbing pain hits...
"Ugh, fuck everything about today..." he mutters, giving in to his exhaustion and falling asleep.
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