The Ripper Of Night City

Chapter 1

1st Person

I take a breath as I lean on a post, waiting. Panam was supposed to show up half an hour ago and I was starting to get irritated. I get she's probably out in the badlands but c'mon! It takes like 10 minutes, when you're not abiding laws... Maybe that's what's taking her so long. I decide to pull out a cigarette and light it, taking a puff before looking around. I hear an engine roar to my left. Soon enough I see the cause of it as a fucking nice nomad car pulls up in front of me. The window rolls down to show Panam in the driver's side, smiling. I grin and slide over the hood before climbing inside.

Panam: So, you ready?

Y/n: Never better, Panam. Let's get out of here.

Panam nods as I look out the window, taking another puff of the cigarette and blowing it outside. I shake off the ashes and take one last puff before throwing the cigarette outside.

Y/n: So, how's your day been?

Panam: I've been fine, a bit busy running around the city. Sorry about being late, by the way. How about you? How's your day been?

Y/n: Ah, that explains it. I've been, okay. I decided to grab the small amount of weapons I have as a precaution.

Panam: Hopefully we won't need them.

I feel myself starting to slip as my vision gains a red tint. I hope I don't wake up in the middle of a war again... I swear to God Jack

Panam POV

Y/n seems nice, he's doing a job for free and even brought his own iron. After my hopeful comment he speaks up, but his voice seemed... Off. It was deeper and raspier, and... It was kinda hot.

Y/n?: Well, I hope we do. I'd say nothing's more satisfying than feeling that recoil and knowing it'll hit someone.

Panam: Um...

Y/n?: Oh and don't even get me started on using a sword. I love the feeling of it slicing through someone's beltline...

I look over worriedly at Y/n as he trails off.

Y/n?: Don't you agree, Panam?

Panam: I don't like killing people, but I'll do it if I have to.

Y/n?: Aw well that's just no fun...

Panam: Are you... Feeling alright? Wait, are you suffering from Cyberpsychosis?

Y/n?: Oh I'm perfectly fine.

I let out a small sigh and shake my head. I knew I shouldn't've counted on someone who would do a job for free...

Panam: Well... Y/n, I think we should stop and get you to a Ripper...

Y/n?: Y/n? That's his new name? Heh, funny. The name's Jack, and when's any of those copy cats gonna actually do what their name says? Fucking posers...

Panem: ... Definitely taking you to a Ripper.

I glance to my right to see "Jack" checking the ammo on a 1911... Where'd he get an ancient gun like that? Jack turns to me with his glowing red eye and a teasing grin... I glare at him and quickly turn towards the road to hide my blush. First the face and now it's the voice and ugh! I just can't win, can I? All the hot ones are fucking maniacs.... I stop right outside one of my most trusted Rippers and get out.