Just Like Me

Hoped I’d never find myself in this situation again. Knew it would happen sooner or later if I wasn’t careful. That’s what happens when you stick your neck out for someone and start feelin’ shit. Could blame it on her, but I knew who made the decision in the end.

Dropped little Jack and the holy man off on New Mecca. Told her to be good, keep her eyes open and her senses sharp. Told her to watch her back ‘cause you never knew who could be behind you. Then, I took off. I could still hear her screaming at the ship, see her running as I left, beggin’ me not to leave her behind. Almost got to me. Not quite, though. I knew if I stayed they wouldn’t be safe. She wouldn’t be safe. There would always be mercs. There’d always be someone wanting to get a piece of me, and she would be the easiest way to do it. It was best if she just forgot. Knew she wouldn’t, though. Kids like her never forget. I should know; I never forgot. We never forgive either.

I guess that’s why I wasn’t surprised when Imam told me she never forgave me for leaving. Too much like me. Then she came lookin’ for me. Probably signed on with mercs. They would have been the easiest to attract if she stuck her thumb out. Fuckin’ mercs. Worse then murderers and convicts. They can get away with just about anything they want if they blame it on the payday. Can’t count how many crimes tacked onto my list that didn’t really happen. Rapes and murders. Never raped in my life. I eat bastards like that slowly for breakfast while their hearts are still beating.

Then Imam tells me she’s in Crematoria. Fuckin’ no daylight triple max, the kind of slam where real killers like me go. Place where a woman could get eaten alive in two hours or less, unless she knew how to take care of herself. Even then, one woman against a group of desperate men’s hardly a fair fight, and everyone gets tired.

Everything after that happened fast. One minute we’re talkin’ bout Necros, the next they’re fuckin landing. Imam broken in the plaza below, the smell of his blood attacking from every direction. Killing that fucker with the knife in his back, then gettin my mind ripped apart by starving bitches covered in drape cloth. Running my ass out of there. I knew I couldn’t win this time around and I still had shit to take care of.

Toombs and his dumb ass along with four more skittish fuckers. Ones a woman this time. Tight muscles, tanned, sexy as hell when sweat-slick. Grits her teeth in her sleep. Wonder what she’s dreaming. Probably nothing fit for innocent eyes.

We dock and they strap me to a sled. The big fucker sits with me. Cocky fucker has the nerve to tell me that my goggles are his after this. Only reason he’s even talkin’ to me is cause my arms are locked in above my head. I start counting lights, timing ‘em. A lift of my hips and he’s long gone, tumblin along the tracks behind us. Seems like I did Toombs a favor.

We get to the station and they start lowering me down. Fumes from the sulphur steam burn my nose. Nasty as fuck down here. At least the air was breathable in the other Slams I’ve landed my ass in. The prisoners start banging shit on the rails, announcing the arrival of new meat. Same everywhere you go. It’s supposed to be some sort of intimidation thing, a way for everyone to get a good look at what’s droppin in. I’ve seen hard core killers piss themselves at that sound and the eyes trained on them. The rope stops with a jerk and I can hear Toombs arguing about my payday.

“I’d take the money, Toombs!” I shout to him. If the bastard knows whats good for him, he’ll just take it and get out. He’s leavin a wide open invitation for me. Once I find Jack, if she’s still alive, we’ll be heading straight for that ship. Course, I know Toombs ain’t gonna listen. I’m countin on it. Me telling him to take it just makes it solid. Mercs don’t listen to paydays. If anything, they like to do exactly the opposite.

They start lowering me again. Bout fuckin time. Grounds getting closer and the clangin sounds getting on my nerves. Moment my feet touch the ground, it’ll stop and the real fun’ll begin.

The rope jerks to a stop again and I look up. Arguin’ again. This is getting fuckin annoying. Guess I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands. After a few moves with the rope, I manage to free myself and land on my feet. Almost immediately I got people on my ass. One down, and another one. I can hear a third one coming at my back. The rattle of a chain as I turn to take care of him and the sound of a neck breakin’. Music to my ears. I watch the links of the chain retreat, following it up to a woman. Long hair, more curls than waves, or at least it would be if it wasn’t so dirty. Beautiful. Her eyes have the look of a predator. I feel the animal in me rear up, yelling at me to take her someplace a little more private. I silence it…for now.

Her smell reaches me and I inhale. Sweat, sulpher, blood. Underlying scent of spice that was all Jack. Never could forget that scent.

She stands from her crouch and backs away. I watch her disappear into a dark niche where I can’t see her and the beast protests.

“There are inmates, and there are convicts…” some big fucker, the leader I’m guessing, starts in with the standard speech. Heard that before too. All the fuckin’ same. He asks me which one I am, and I reply with the truth.

“Me? I’m just passin through.” I walk away, still starin’ at the spot where Jack disappeared.

I follow her scent up the walk and down the way, to a small cell. Jack’s singular smell permeates the area. A small stone shelf with a blanket barely big enough to cover one of my arms. A pile of dirty clothes, stiff with sweat and dirt off to the side, and one or two pairs of pants and a shirt hanging off the bars. Smell like sulphur and minerals. Still damp from the washin’, looks like. A small pile of rags hidden behind the sleeping shelf that smell like the sulphur mineral water, with a strong undertone of blood. A few stains of blood on the floor, and even a few other spots that look suspiciously like some fucks ejaculation. The very thought of it on Jack’s cell floor angers me, and I grit my teeth. It takes control not to think of why it’s there and what might have happened.

I hear a sound behind me and feel to points press into my back, the feel of warm breath on my neck. Spices. Sweat. Blood. Jack.

“Should I go for the sweet spot? Fourth lumbar down left of the spine, the abdominal aorta? What a gusher…” I hear her say. Voice is low and sweet, husky like a woman in the middle of a seduction. Beautiful. I feel her shift behind me and I look to my side other side where I feel her breath on me.

“Where do I get eyes like those?” she asks with mock curiosity, like she’s trying to confirm to me that she is who I think she is. Already know Jack. Nobody smells like you. But, I decide to humor her.

“You gotta kill a few people.” I reply, not hiding the amusement I feel. I hear the short breath of her laugh.

“Did that.” She says bitterly. “Did a lot of that!” I don’t like the tone in her voice. Sounds dangerous. I feel the points dig harder into my back and I reach back, grabbing her. I swing her around and pin her up against the wall with her wrists in my hand.

“Then you gotta get send to a slam—“

“Where they tell you’ll never see daylight again? But there was no doctor here to shine my eyes, not even for twenty menthol cools! Was anything that you said true?” she asked bitterly, glaring. My other arm goes between her legs and lifts her up a bit further, so I can look into her eyes better.

“Whatcha gonna do?” she asked, avoiding my eyes. “Go for the sweet spot?” she lowers her voice, but I can hear the pain, and I know what she means. I feel the anger in me grow.

“Remember who you’re talkin’ too…Jack…” I say her name after a pause, looking for a reaction on her face. She looks away from me, struggling against my hold.

“Jack’s dead.” She says, her voice strained and slightly muffled. I feel the crotch of her pants dampen a little and smell arousal. The scent is intoxicating, and I can’t help but look down. My hand is so close. All I wound have to do is let go of the bar and move my hand back a little bit. Animal is screamin again. Tellin me to just rip the rags off her back and take her there. The pheromones she’s letting off enough of a confirmation for it. I silence it again. This was Jack we were talkin’ about. Little Jack all grown up. Wouldn’t be right no matter how much we may want it. No matter how much he wants it.

“She was weak…She couldn’t cut it.” She continues, her voice coming through clenched teeth. She kicks out and busts the light a few feet away, and I feel a sharp pain on my cheek. I’m not easily startled, but I’d be lyin if I said I wasn’t. Enough that I let go of her.

I look around for her. She’s disappeared. I turn around and find her, both hands gripping the rail and her back arched backwards and tense.

“The name’s Kyra now. And I’m a new animal.” She informs me. Then, in a graceful move, she leaps off the walk.

She was right. Jack was dead. Jack was a cute little girl tryin to be a boy, who idolized me and believed I could do anything. Jack had a shaved head and wore goggles. Jack cried when I told her she couldn’t come along and threw rocks at the ship. Jack was scared of the galaxy and what might happen to her if she was outside in it. Jack had nightmares and needed someone to hold her afterward and tell her everything was gonna be okay. Little Jack had been exactly like I was when I was a kid, and what took her place was exactly like what took little Rick’s place. An animal that didn’t know when to quit. A monster that never forgave, never forgot, and never showed weakness or mercy.

I always knew she was different from other kids I had met. I just didn’t realize how different. What bothers me the most is that I was the catalyst to all this. Sure, little Jack had it in her, but the animal Kyra surfaced after the emotional trauma of whatever happened after I left. I thought I was savin’ Jack, when all I did was help Kyra ghost her from behind.

Seems like I can’t do anything right. All turns to shit in the end.

I reach up and touch the cut on my cheek where she cut me with the small blade in her mouth. The sight of my blood makes me react in ways I didn’t know were possible. No woman had ever made me bleed before.

Especially not one like me. Jack…no, Kyra…has no idea what she’s gotten herself into now…

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