Acer's Assassination

Ace

I wake up to my cat sitting next to me. 10/10 would be woken up like this again. I feed it, and get ready. Since I don't need to work on machinery today, so I took Blorb and put it in my laptop bag, leaving the zip open. I get to work and see a note at the counter. Mr.Lowe is on a family trip. That means I am the one that needs to run the store. There aren't any shipments, so I just need to check some books out. It's pretty slow, so I do some stuff for the Resistance. I usually build stuff (if commissioned), or hack. Today I'm doing the latter. I open my laptop, and Blorb sits on the desk.

I get into the database and...

Oh no.

This is bad.

They have a propaganda plan for the intellectuals and creatives. A plan that will present them as terrible in schools, a plan that practically bans advancement and artistry. I can be classified as both a creative and an intellectual.

I'm panicking, and seeing stars when someone taps on my shoulder. It's a small child, who can't be more than 6 years old. He signs 'Where are the dinosaur books?'.

I smile and sign back, 'Right there,' pointing to the right shelf. The kid smiles and runs away.

Now, where was I? Right, the plan that the mafia government has for the intellectuals and creatives. What do I do? This is bad.

Eh, who cares? It's not like I'm going to follow these rules anyway. Although, this is a very bad situation for anyone to be in. Intellectuals and creatives aren't even official government classes, which means that they can use this crap on anyone.

I do a little more, but that's all I can find.

I close my laptop and pet Blorb. It's very calming to pet cats. I look up from the counter. The store is empty, which makes sense. After all, it's a monday. Suddenly, the door bursts open and someone storms in.

"Are you Martin Lowes?!" she yells.

"No." I reply.

"Where is he?!"

"Vacation"

The woman scrutinized me, and looked at my cat. Turning to me again she asked "Are you allowed to have that... that thing here?"

"That thing is clearly a cat."

"Some cat that is,"

I look at Blorb. What the hell? Blorb isn't a cat anymore. She's a thing with tentacles, fangs and wings. My cat has transformed into an elder demon. "Blorb, cat." I say firmly, despite not knowing what to do. But,hey! It actually worked. The lady scrutinizes me again.

"I know people like you. You try to change stuff. Just like my old student."

Oh great, a story.

"Don't look at me like that boy." she says, "You know what happens to people like you? They die."

"I'm pretty sure everyone does." I retort, smirking.

She gives me a death glare and continues, "Just like him. He was brilliant. Good grades without trying. His fatal flaw was that he was what your generation would call a dewdropper."

Blah,blah,blah. I tune her out and pack up. I don't care about her story, but I do care about the fact that my cat is an elder demon. I didn't know that they were real. I look up and the lady is gone. Perfect. Wait. I have an idea. Blorb turned into a cat when I asked it to. What if I asked it to turn into a demon?

"Blorb, demon."

I watched it go from a ball of black fur to having 1 tentacle to 2 to 8, go from not having wings to being fully capable of flight, and then grow fangs fully capable of biting my head off. Lovely. I kind of just stare at it. Suddenly it hits me, I can control a literal demon. I take out my phone and call Diego.

"Heyyyyyy"

"Diego guess what!"

"What"

"I found a demon"

"Shut up."

"I'm serious"

"Prove it."

"Come to the Store"

5 minutes later he arrives, and looks at Blorb, and looks at me. I see his eyes widen in delight. He hasn't looked like this since the time we found a grenade while urban exploring. "Oh, by the way," I say. I can practically feel the dollar signs etched on my eyes.

"Yes" he says, relatively sure he knew what I'd say.

"I got a gig for 10k yesterday-,"

Suddenly we hear a gunshot, and both of our heads shoot up, and before we can do anything the bullet hits its target.

My best friend is dead.

I want to scream but my voice is blocked. I don't know what to do, but before I can do anything, the gunman(I think?) disposes of his body. He says something to me that I think was a threat, but I don't know. I can't process anything. I can't feel, I can't think. Nothing even matters.

I head home.

I feel hyper aware of everything.My heartbeat, my motorbike revving, my heartbeat, the songs playing in the cars around me, Blorb meowing, and the blood trickling down my face.

Wait, what? I see a red light, and slam the brakes hard. There's an exit in a mile. I take it and go to Drink-Shack to get something. I now feel the weight of everything on me, and just need something to clear the murky waters of my mind. I order a peach iced tea to go and then go to the bathroom. I put a hand to my forehead, and see blood, like in a movie. I wipe my face to get the blood off. How did I get blood on my face? That's for both of us to find out. I scratch my face, but end up using my (metal) prosthetic one, and cut my face. I leave and get my tea. I go to my bike and sit on it with Blorb. I'm not bringing it to work anymore, what was I thinking? She could have died.

Me and Diego did everything together. Bot-fighting, the heist, that.

Eventually, I reach home and open the door. Valerie's gone. Me and Blorb have the entire house to ourselves. He's morphed into a cat by now. I feed him again, and just lie down. My stomach hurts. I haven't eaten today, except for iced tea. I don't really know what to do. It's only 6 and I can't sleep. I decide to go out. Apparently there's a bot fight on 26th in the Underground. I sign up and go.

In the Underground, my robot and my robot take a seat. We're going against the 2nd league champion, Keiran Brisber. That's one of the best players ever. Keiran and I shake hands and start.

At first his robot(Y gen) knocks down mine(z gen), but then my robot jump-kicks him onto the ground. This goes on for some time and then the timer rings. The game is a tie. We shake hands again and then pack up to leave.

Suddenly the door bursts open, and an Enforcement Officer comes. That means one of us is in trouble. Either that, or we're all gonna die (and I will be in incredible pain, because I can't die.). I duck under a table and see the officer shoot someone with a gun. The bullet is gray, and is rather sharp.

Oh. It's the poison bullet. This person will soon be acidified, and turn into an inanimate wrinkly piece of skin. Eugh. Apparently the guy's walkie talkie was on full volume because what we heard next was wild.