Maricul Jul 11, 2012 16:06:25 GMT
Post by Ayen on Jul 11, 2012 16:06:25 GMT
Isafaro. The beautiful metropolis. Skyscrapers upon skyscrapers stretched high up into the heavens and the city below came alive at night with people filling up the streets and lights flashing everywhere. Black helicopters flew across the sky, a crimson red insignia of a Vulture engraved on the side. The law of the land. The pilot passed right by a woman who hung upside down near the top of one skyscraper, her legs wrapped around the pole above as a black book was held in her hands and she read it unnerved by all the blood rushing to her head.
Long strings of ebony black hair fell down from her shoulders and hung in the empty space below her head as sapphire blue eyes were glued on the pages of the book she was reading, 'Night Angel' in white text visible on the back of the cover. Pale white fingers flipped through the pages allowing the young woman to continue reading the story as even the blades of the helicopter spinning didn't pull her away from her story. A story of sex, lies and betrayal. Something she could personally relate to.
My name is Melantha Arachne.
A searchlight shined on the side of the wall she was on as a helicopter came into view with the pilot looking right at her from inside the chopper.
But you can call me Maricul.
Maricul unfolded her legs from the pole up above and allowed herself to fall, her body just a few inches from the skyscraper's wall as the searchlight, and the helicopter, followed her as she fell.
“Got her in my sight,” said the helicopter pilot.
Maricul gave him the middle finger salute amidst her fall as the pages of her book fell out and wrapped around her body just in time to block against the bullets being fired by the main helicopter's gun.
“What the f**k!?”
In a flash both Maricul and the pages would be gone and the blade that spun on top of the helicopter came to a screeching halt as the woman now had her legs folded around the blade and horror filled the eyes from underneath the visor on pilot's helmet as he knew what was to come next. And they both went spiraling down to the ground below. The pilot screamed while Maricul went back to reading her book without a care in the world before it crashed and an explosion soon follow suit. Maricul walked away from the fire that now burned the corpse of the helicopter pilot, still wrapped up in her novel as she walked away from the scene before reinforcement could arrive.
Never interrupt a girl during her stories.
It was all too easy for her to slip into the large crowd of people and go by unnoticed, to the soldiers she was just another pretty woman with dark hair and blue eyes. Nothing that stuck out terribly about her. Just another unhappy face in the crowd doing whatever she can to make her life suck less than it already does.
Those men with the crimson vulture insignia are the law here. Led by their general, though technically he's a colonel, Koma Iz Vulture. Every citizen born is put into a national database, coupled with compulsory ID cards and barcoding meant to stop crime dead in its track.
Maricul pulled down on her glove and looked to the hexagon on the back of her right hand before putting her glove back on.
Like all things there are ways around it.
Maricul walked over to a large building on the side of the road between many other small building the sign above the entrance, which had many people lined up waiting to get in, said 'Club: Corruption' and as she entered through the backdoor a small scruffy man immediately got on her case.
“f**k off! I'm here aren't I?”
“Just get into costume you're on in five.”
If only father could see me now.
Maricul entered into a dressing room where several women were changing clothes and applying on make-up in front of their mirrors. Removing the blue jacket from her black top she moved over behind the screen at the end of the room and began getting dressed in a short black nun dress, transparent stockings with black heels, white collar and black headdress and a small silver cross necklace around her neck to complete the look.
He'd have me stoned to death for blasphemy.
Don't be aroused by my confession
The music hit and the lights turned blue as Maricul took center stage and the crowd whistled as her hand brushed against the pole at the middle of the stage, slowly moving around it before grabbing it tightly and lifting up her feet spinning herself around and allowing herself to drop – head bent back and eyes staring up at the ceiling while the boys began to holler in excitement at the exotic nun dancing in front of them.
First thing to go was the headdress which she dropped covering some young male's head who looked to be too young to be there in the first place. Second thing to go was the collar before her hand started to tug on the cross around her neck. She yanked it off and threw it to the ground.
The rest of her clothes were soon to follow.
She'll eat you alive
Maricul returned to the now deserted dressing room draped in a pair of black robes, a fist full of money now in her hands, an index finger slipping through it all as she counted. The tips were mighty generous today.
If there's one good thing I can say about Catholicism, is that it's left a lot of sexually deprived men out there.
While she was still counting her money the door to the dressing room came open and one of the other strippers came in smiling towards Maricul.
“Hey. Riley's having a party at his place later tonight. He got the goods, if you know what I mean. You coming?”
“No thanks. I had enough of men touching my ass for one night. Going to head on home.”
Maricul enter the park and sat down on a bench near a lamppost, smoking a cigarette in her mouth and puffing out smoke from her lips relaxing until a short skinny Asian woman walked up to her.
“I thought you'd be at Riley's.”
“Isn't that the idea?”
“f**k you too.”
The Asian sat down next to Maricul and looked over to her with a concern expression on her face.
“Is there something troubling you?”
“But you seem so angry.”
“I'm always angry.”
“Are you ever going to give up stripping?”
“The boys are hot and the money's good. Why should I give it up?”
“There's more to life than money and boys.”
Maricul blew out another puff of smoke and turned her head to face the woman.
After her discussion with her friend Maricul continued on her way home stopping by an alleyway when she heard a noise. Following it she would find a scared woman around her age falling to the ground with a soldier towering over her. The solder himself was in standard Isafaro gear; a black military uniform with the Vulture insignia in red on the right shoulder, a helmet over his head and an electric baton on his waist and an assault rifle with a blade attached on his back.
“This is the third time I caught you trafficking.”
“P-please... let me go.”
The soldier began taking off his belt.
“Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson.”
The soldier had just started to remove his pants when he heard the sound of Maricul's voice, turning around and quickly redoing his belt.
“Who are you?”
“If you're going to rape a girl at least do it in a spot where no one can walk in.”
“Just turn around and walk away, citizen. This is none of your concern.”
But Maricul wasn't going to do that. She took a step forward not caring at all what the soldier would do if provoked.
“I'm warning you! Turn back this instant!”
She continued to walk towards him and placed a hand into her jacket pocket. That was all the soldier needed to draw his assault rifle and slice through Maricul's flesh with the blade attached to it. The woman on the ground hollered out as Maricul fell to the floor with blood pouring out of her body. The soldier put the weapon away and turned back around to the woman who were too frightened to move.
“Now, where were we?”
The soldier's head turned and to his great surprise Maricul was back on her feet with blood still pouring out of her.
By the time he could finish that sentence Maricul grabbed him and bit into his neck quickly draining his body of blood before tossing it on the ground and looking over at the woman, her eyes narrowing over her while the blood poured down her body went back into the wound that closed soon after.
The woman just lied there looking up at Maricul.
“Get out of here!”
Though still frightened the woman was finally able to get herself up to her feet and fled the alley, swearing to never traffic out in Isafaro's streets again as Maricul remained standing in the alley staring at the palm of her hand as she felt a warm, tingling sensation creep up her body and it wasn't from the blood.
Strange. Helping that woman actually made me feel... good.
Maybe her friend was right. Maybe there was more to life than money and boys. Maricul walked out of the alleyway with both her hands tucked into her pockets and a second cigarette hanging out of her mouth. The Vulture had several things under his ranks, the patrols that stalked these streets, the foot soldiers that made up the majority of his armies, the elites that were assigned special assignments, his commanders and then finally General Vulture himself.
And she was going to kill every last one of them.
Continued in Maricul #2: Flight of the Crimson Vulture