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CantPlayNieR t1_ja0y3rt wrote

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Rain fell from the looming sky in a relentless downpour, washing away the joy from the people who mindlessly moved from one place to another. Giant skyscrapers completely covered in neon billboards and flashy advertisements stretched seemingly forever into the night above; every screen carrying plastic feelings. The never-ending electric buzz from the flying vehicles hovering over the neon skyscrapers was almost deafened by the thunderous rain; almost, but not quite.

The city was far too bright; and not in an appealing way. Centuries ago, during the Old World’s Era - as it was called - the City was almost as equally bright, but it’s glow was organic, natural. It originated from the truest portray of love.
Whenever soulmates locked eyes with eachother, electric sparks and glowing lights would fly from one’s chest into the other’s - forming an eternal bond of pure, liquid joy. It was nothing like the fake, mechanical, never-ending, neon glow permeating the city nowadays. It numbed people’s senses, leaving them blind to love.

Ever since the advent of technology, implants were created and love destroyed. Soulmates were no more; not even fairy tales.

Nathalie walked down the familiar street like she always did every night on her way to work. The woman was decently augmented by chips and cyberwares, and with the aid of the filters on her eyes she could easily estimate how much time and how much steps it would take for her to arrive at the Caged Sparrow - the night club located on the city outskirts, where she worked as a stripper.

But instead of paying attention to the relentless rain or how long it would take for her to arrive at her destination, Nathalie directed her attention onto the endless neon billboards adorning the city’s skyscrapers. They were different these days. Most of them still displayed annoyingly bright advertisement but a few billboards warned the citizens of Neon City about a Serial Killer lurking on the outskirts of the city - courtesy of NCPD who paid no mind to it’s citizens safety and didn’t even bother trying to arrest the murderous bastard.

The Violet Burner

That’s how people were calling the psychopath. Not because they dressed in purple or something like that but because they seemed to kidnap people by using EMP blasts, frying their cyberwares and making them leak Hyasynther - a neon purple electronliquid that powered the chips, implants and cyber augments of people.

The victims were displayed all over the city as if they were works of art, each and every one of them completely drained of their Hyasynther. Most of them ended up dead, but there were a few who survived The Violet Burner - not because of luck, but because the sadistic psychopath let them - and those were the unluckiest of all. Their bodies may still be ‘living’ but they weren’t really alive, no. Their brains were all messed up and ended up fried by the lack of Hyasynther to power their cyberwares.

“Great! Another psycho in this god-forsaken city.” Nathalie sighed. “As if the megacorps and the totalitarian NCPD weren’t enough.”

She hastened her pace, paying no mind to the never-ending buzz of machinery at flight or the thunderous rain, even thought said rain turned her silky, lustrous hair into a wet clump of brown. With the curves she had she could be bald - she could have no head at all! - and she would still be the most desired girl in the Caged Sparrow Club.

Only the most perverted, depraved members of Neon City attended the club after all.

After a few more minutes walking into the glowing, rainy night, Nathalie could already hear the Club’s music. Her blood pulsing in the same rhythm. Until a lacerating pain flashed in her mind. Music quickly turned into incomprehensible noises and the street drowned in neon purple as Hyasynther leaked through her eyes.

Endless darkness and nothingness followed right after.

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CantPlayNieR t1_ja0y57d wrote

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Nathalie was no longer in the crowded streets. She fell victim to The Violet Burner right in front of centuries of people, but none noticed her sudden disappearance. She was just another insignificant number amongst millions. Mere statistic on the flashy billboards.

When she came back to her senses Nathalie couldn’t hear the Caged Sparrow Club’s music anymore, nor the annoying, never-ending, electric buzz of the flying cars.

Only oppressive silence loomed wherever she was.

She was tied to a chair. Hands in cuffs. Eyes covered by some type of blindfold.

“Don’t even bother screaming.” A female, melodic voice broke the silence. “No one will hear you. But please, do try if you so wish.”

“I- Where am I? What’s happening?” Nathalie groaned, still confused because of the EMP blast from before.

The woman laughed. A sadistic, hauntingly beautiful and alluring sound.

“Well, you’re in Ican’ttellyoustreet, 12345. As for what’s happening, we’re about to start the tea party, darling!”

A sense of urgency and terror rushed through Nathalie, quickly clearing the fog in her mind. Her kidnapper got closer.

“I-It’s you! The V-Violet Burner!”

“Ugh. I hate this dumb name.” The Serial Killer said as she sat on Nathalie’s lap. “My real name is Elizabeth; Elizabeth Bathory. You may call me Liz for the remainder of your very short life. Pleased to meet you, cutie.”

Nathalie felt Elizabeth’s hand slithering through her body. It started on her tights, crawled through her abdomen, danced enticingly in between her breasts… until it finally reached her face, where it softly caressed her cheeks.

“W-What do you want from me? I’m just a nobody!”

“Quite on the contrary, dear. You’re very much a body. No wonder why men and women throw money at you as if there was no tomorrow in that flashy night club.” She teased. “I wonder if the quality of your Hyasynther matches the quality of your looks.”

Elizabeth’s hand slipped from Nathalie’s cheek and she could feel the predatory woman’s lips pressing onto the soft skin of her neck.

“W-what the hell?!” Nathalie tried to push the woman off her lap, seemingly forgetting about the handcuffs in her hands.

“Don’t you feel anything?” Overcomed by desperation Nathalie tried to guilt-trip the Serial Killer. “When you take people’s lives and break their wills, don’t you feel anything?!”

Elizabeth sat straight, still on her victim’s lap. She softly grasped Nathalie’s head in between her hands, slightly tilting it upwards.

“Do you know how many people died yesterday? How many people died last month?”

“W-What? Why the hell would I know this?”

“Exactly, thousands! Thousands of lost lives and I can count on one hand the number of people who knew their names. They are but mere numbers. Statistics on neon billboards. So tell me, darling, which one am I supposed to feel sad for? All of them? Just the ones I killed? Or, perhaps, just the ones I know the name?!”

Elizabeth closed the already short distance between her and her victim. So close she could now feel the woman’s metallic, warm breath.

“I- I…” Nathalie couldn’t focus, consequence of the sudden proximity.

“That’s why I do what I do. I give them a meaningful death, a memorable demise; those I kill are no longer numbers adorning the billboard of a neon skyscraper, no… they are fine works of art. They are eternal.”

Elizabeth pulled herself back, removing Nathalie’s blindfold.

And as both women locked eyes, the small, dark and empty room filled with bright lights. Lights so bright they could rival the fake, neon lights of Neon City - but, unlike the flashy billboards and skyscrapers, these lights did not give the feeling of plastic love, no. It was real.

Electric sparks exploded in a multitude of glowing lights. They danced around between the women’s chest. Serial Killer and Victim; Kidnapper and Kidnapped. Electricity flashed through their skin and in their eyes they could see answers to questions never asked. They could feel emotions long numbed by the bleak city and inside of eachother they found themselves.

Once again Elizabeth leaned into Nathalie’s neck, this time she let the woman bit her; she let herself be drank into the Serial Killer’s love. Neon, violet waves creating an everlasting link between the two of them.

Such link created their first work of art together. Their first memoir, eternalized in rhythmic echoes of flashing blood and sizzling electricity.

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Jackghoul t1_ja18j34 wrote

MORE!!! I need MORE!! 😍

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CantPlayNieR t1_ja2ey2r wrote

I’m glad you liked it.

I won’t promise anything, since this was my first time writing something in this fashion, but If I have a creativity rush I’ll write more. 😁

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