The Good the Bad the Ugly

Chapter 38:Reason

Chapter 38: November 2, 2088 12:23
The Unnamed

I hope my eyes don't show how much I enjoy this moment, this hanenes act I just commented for the sake of a woman I do not know. What had come of the bartender's brother was not something I could undo. "I hope you didn't need him alive." I said in a detached tone. Fuck I had not even been awake for 3 hours and I've killed two men.

"You're excused..." the woman says like she didn't just see a man get killed. She fixes her dress and brushes off dust. I feel something dripping from my face, and wipe it off with the back of my hand;  I'm too ashamed to approach her with someone's blood splattered across my face. Stumbles are Heard from the other side of the ally that grabs both of our attention.

"Pacifier!" A man yells running to the woman till he sees the body. His feet are stuck on the floor like roots to an old tree. "Who the fuck are you?" The man says. I stay silent, I look back at the pencil still jammed inside the man's skull.
I rip it out with some pressure, trying not to let my disgust show at the noise it makes coming out and the squirting of blood that follows. Feeling it would be inappropriate to return the pencil covered in blood I take a second to wipe it down on my once white shirt. Rotating my wrist pointing the tip down to the ground and hold it in the woman's direction. She lifts her hand to reach for the pencil but the man next to her beats her to it. He shoves her out of the way, blowing the pencil out of my hand making both of them tumbles to the ground.

The man doesn't appreciate my lack of words as he reaches down his pocket, "answer the question." I know this gesture all too well but guns won't be able to threaten me anymore, at least the one that he has.

"I saved her." I say to point at the woman behind him. She gets up from the floor dusting off her skirt again, clearly annoyed by the amount of times she's fallen down. "Chava-" she says while pulling the man's hand out of his pocket, the man I assume to be Chava. "You couldn't have gotten here any earlier?"

I hadn't noticed it before but I realized at this moment that the man chava seemed to have drank past his limit. "I was a bit preoccupied..." he mumbles under his breath.

I know I should move, Nurse Spade would have wanted me to get out of here as quickly as possible without causing any more complications...but I want to be addressed by this woman. I wish I had a name. Before I had no purpose for one, now I have a reason to be called. Or at least, I want to have a reason.

Both Chava's and the women I believed to be called Pacifier, after he and the previous man calling her by that ; look down at the yellow flashing color on their watch and as if they had shared a brain, their movements mimicked each other. Pictures of colors and patterns appear and increasingly they both snap their head and look my way.

"You need to come with me." The Pacifier says grabbing a silver bracket, snapping it on my left wrist. It shifts to my wrist displaying a yellow light blinking in the middle.

"For the next 5 hours you will be at the mercy of my choices, so you better do what I tell you." She says but for some reason I feel her hand linger on my wrist for longer then it should. I don't mind it, but I can't let it show. I can't let her know that she could make me drop to my knees, know that I could possibly make a religion of worship for her.