The Vessel

My first through when coming up with idea for this story was to do something to do with a boat. Maybe something involving pirates, we all like pirates right? I was sitting in my lazy boy chair, stretched out, half a sleep, and this idea came to me. I hope you enjoy it.


The Vessel

               I enjoyed the winter months.  By 5:00PM the sun had set and I could venture out.  Collectors like myself had nothing against the day, not like I was a vampire or something.  No I was something far worse, from a time so old even God had forgotten about me.  I was no monster, didn’t eat human flesh or hunt little children to steal from their parents.  No.  I was something else, something with an undying need to add to my collection, to my life.

               Reaching for my black jacket I slide it on and smoothed out the collar of my black shirt and looked in to the mirror.  Fuck, I was a Thor looking son of a bitch, which made my job all the much easier.

               Deciding a good place to start the night off was the local coffee shop.  It wasn’t far from my downtown loft.  All the important people in this world would be getting off work, needing that shot of caffeine to help them attend that yoga class or the drive home.

               I couldn’t help but wonder with each soul I passed who would be the lucky one tonight?  A few women mistook my glances of malice as a flirt.  The kind of love I’d give them is the kind of love the Devil would show to his slaves, an eternal love of damnation.

               Turning the corner I saw people glued to their cell phone, vaping, no one smoked anymore.  As I approached I looked a the hipster standing outside.  His beanie slumped back on his head, thick black glasses, looking down at his cell phone.  Probably posting on Facebook or posting a new pic to Instagram.  How the world had changed.  Violence and power once ruled the world, now it was likes and followers.  But I wasn’t in a hipster mood so I moved past, giving him a bump he dropped his cellphone.  I could feel his eyes on me but the coward didn’t say anything.  A generation of gutless snowflakes.

               The coffee shop was busy.  Only a few seats left empty.  Standing in the obnoxiously long line I waited impatiently to get served.  Looking around, trying not to look like I had a twitch I spotted a woman sitting in the back of the coffee shop.  She was dressed in scrubs, nurse maybe? 

               “Hello sir, what would you like?” 

               The barista was cute, big tits, shirt too tight, wearing those black yoga pants.  Looking deep in to her eyes I could see her future.  It was empty, not worth it.  “Chai tea latte, large.”

               “$5.96 sir.”

               I tapped my card on the reader and got to stand in another line waiting for my drink to be made by another hipster, with stretched out ears.

               From the corner of my eye I watched scrubs, it looked like she was caught up in her book.  “Here you go, large chai tea latte for Matt.”  Looking at the barista I nodded, thanking her I made my way towards Scrubs.  Lucky for me the place had filled up and those empty seats had been taken.  Giving me the perfect opportunity to ask to join her.

               “Do you mind if I take this seat and join you?  Place is busy tonight.”  She looked up from her book.  It was a book on anatomy, probably a doctor to be or a nursing student.

               “Sure.”

               Her eyes lingered on mine, flashes of lighting burst through my mind.  I saw her future.  A doctor she would be, cure cancer, she had a great future in medicine.  Family, two kids, husband, fat and boring.  I enjoyed it when I could steal something from the world.  It brought me joy on a level so deep I couldn’t explain it to you if I tried.

               “Nursing student?”  I asked.

               “Yeah, almost finished, just trying to get out of my apartment that I feel like I’ve been locked in.”

               I nodded.  I was easy to talk to, call it part of my paranormal charm.  “Parents must be proud.  Seeing their daughter take up a life of assisting those during periods of suffering and pain.”

               “That’s my goal, to ease the suffering and to assist in healing.”

               “I’m suffering.”  That caused her to look deeply in to my eyes, which was a mistake.  Her eyes glazed over, she was smart, but not smart enough to avoid becoming bewitched.

               “Perhaps I should help ease your pain.”

               I smiled and took a sip of my chai tea latte.  “My, my, aren’t you in a hurry to get me in your bed.”  If anyone over heard us it would play as joke.

               She licked her lips ever so slightly, closed her book. 

               Fuck the people of the 21st century were easy.  I had harder time during the crusades to get people to fall under my spells.  I put it up to the lack of faith in a God that…well doesn’t seem to care anymore.  “Let me call us an Uber.  I don’t live far.”  I smiled, but we were not going back to my loft.

               A few minutes later an uber arrived, we got in and I gave him the address of some townhome across from a storage facility.  The drive was quiet, Scrubs was kissing my neck, her hands running up and down my chest.  I was in her head, this was not her acting under her own free will.  This was me running around in her head.

               The ride was short and we arrived 10 minutes later.

               “Thank you, have a nice evening you two.”

               We slide from the car and I stood there, Scrubs standing beside me.  I waited for the uber to disappear and then I walked across the street and in to the storage facility with Scrubs following. 

               I looked up at the camera’s that were recording us and as I did they shorted out and stopped.  We walked through the facility and we stopped outside number 6.  Unlocking it I lifted the gate up and lights flickered to life.  With a blink of an eye I set her free from her trance.  Shocked she looked around and then at me.

               “Who are you?  How did I get here?”

               I just smiled at her, there was no sense in chit chat.  She went to walk away and I grabbed her by the arm squeezed hard.

               “Let me go!  You’re hurting me!”

               I turned her around so she could look in my storage unit.  Thousands of small black onyx vessels absorbed the light.  Making them look like black holes.  I felt her body relax for a moment as the scene had distracted her.

               “What is this?”

               “It is my collection, some men collect toys, watches, I collect people.”  With her relaxed I let go of her arm, it was clear she was confused.  I pulled from my pocket a plain onyx cube and held it up to her.  “Can you hold this?”

               She reached out and as soon as it touched her skin the onyx cube melted in to her flesh.  She scratched at it turning the palm of her hand red.

               “What did you do to me?  What is going on!  I’m calling the police!”  By the time she reached for her cell phone it chattered to the ground and there beside it was a small onyx figure of her, perfect to ever detail only a few inches high.  Picking it up I looked at it and smiled.  “You will fit in nicely.”  Walking up to a shelf I placed the figure carefully on it, her soul swimming in the black  infinite of her prison. 

               Stepping back I looked at the shelves upon shelves, rows upon rows of trapped souls.  Knights placed beside present day warriors, doctors placed beside roman healers.  Every race, every culture, looked back at me in beautiful onyx.  I was the collector, my life tied to each piece, to each soul, and my collection was great.

The end.

Rumor Mongers

This story came about as a prompt selected by Scott, a member of the Wordsmiths of Georgina. Now before you read the story it has mature content…as in language. If you can’t take swearing or words of sexual nature. I wouldn’t read on. This is just a friendly reminder normally I wouldn’t give one.

Enjoy.


Rumor Mongers

“Thanks.”  Looking at the perfectly fabricated female syn-bot serving my drink with less then respectful eyes.  She may have been a robot but whoever designed her should be given an award or something.

“So yeah, that is what I’m offering.”

Taking  a sip of the whiskey, I hadn’t heard a single word this guy said but I wasn’t going to let him know that a syn-bot had stolen all the attention.  Wonder if she does room calls?  “Yeah, well I’m just not interested.”

“What?…Fuck off.  I thought you were in.”

“This part of space is becoming dangerous.  You know with all the rumors.”

“Fuck the Mongers, bunch of pussy’s.”

“You say that now, but they are taking over one sector at a time, I heard S.A.T is losing the war and soon we will all be under the Monger banner.”

“You under a banner?  Only banner you fly under is your own.”

I shrugged and took another sip of whiskey.  “What can I say I like being sovereign.”  Not far from where I sat a half naked women with pointed ears and long red hair with golden skin hung on to the pole with her legs.  Stretching backwards with her arms moving gracefully through the air she had hoards of horny men memorized around her sending bit transfer to her over flowing account.

“Are you even paying attention to me or do the fake tits have you distracted?”

“You can’t tell fake from real anymore.  I can barely tell what is full of gears and what is full of blood.  Look I’m not flying to the Drake Sector, not happening.  That sector has been engaged in intense fighting for over four months.  I fly there I’m not coming back.  So forget about it.”  I put my glass down on the table, just as the glass made contact with the table an explosion rocked the front door to the club.  Bodies flew through the air, screams gave the pounding music something to compete with.  A piece of debris smashed the table my drink was on sending glass in to the air and my criminal friend diving for the floor.  I stood up, chaos had taken over the club.  The Mongers were here.

I undid the button that kept my laser pistol secure and started to walk towards the offices at the back of the room.

“Where are you going?”

I looked over my shoulder my friend was peeking his head just above the back of his chair so he could see what was going on.  “Getting the fuck out of here.”

“Only one exit you stupid fucker.”

“Yeah…sure.”  I left that shit head to his own fate.  I owed him nothing.

Honestly, I had no idea if there was an exit back here.  It was a hunch that the people that worked in these offices didn’t walk through the club to come and go.  And I was right.  Naked whores ran through the halls with their naked lovers following after them.  Tits and cocks flapped in the wind after being caught in the act by the Mongers.  I laughed and followed the ass cracks to the exit.

Four people ran through the door in front of me, not even looking to make sure it was clear.  They got blown away.  Mongers didn’t care if you were apart of the Space Alliance Taskforce or not.  If they got you in there sights they blew you away.  Standing with my back against the wall just to the right of the door.  The light above me flickered on and off,  I could hear the heavy foot falls of men running, then a muzzle of a gun appeared through the door.  Shortly after the body of the man holding it walked through.  I let him pass, then another, and another.  No one came in behind the third.  Silently I pulled my laser pistol out and pointed it at the back of the head of the Monger.  I pulled the trigger, his head exploded, then followed up with another two quick shots.  The Mongers toppled over, laying on the floor as blood pooled out of the mortal wounds.

Peaking out of the door I check the alley before running towards my ship that was docked at a private pad.  I thanked myself for having the foresight to dock it there at a friends place and not at the public marina.

Explosions rocked the streets of the city.  I could feel the tremors through the ground.  At one point an explosion was so close I nearly lost my balance and fell.  My ship was parked only a few blocks from the club.  One of the reasons why I chose to have a drink there.  Now I was regretting hanging around for that drink.  Turning a corner a sigh of relief fell over me as the warehouse where my ship was docked had not been touched.

I saw the roof start to open, there were two other ships in there besides mine.  They were all trying to make the escape like I was.  Damn fuckers are going to get the place blown up.  I ran as fast as my feet would take me.  The door to the warehouse was already open.  Running through I saw my ship sitting there, there was a glow to the engines as it warmed up.

Running up the ramp I looked around.

“Was wondering when you were going to get your ass here.”

“Are the engines ready for take off?” I walked in to flight control and took a seat next to a 12 year old girl.  Calm your jets, she was a syn-bot that I took in when I found her getting auctioned off to a sex trafficker.

“Ten seconds.”

“Fuck!”  I said.  Explosion were getting nearer, dust and debris rattled loose from the rafters.  I watched the first ship get air born.  There was a flash of light followed by an explosion I covered my eyes with my forearm.  Debris bounced off my ship ratting around before settling on the floor.

“Three, two, one.”

“Get us out of here!”

The ship exploded forward, pushing myself into my seat.  Alexa turned the ship around to face the opening in the roof which was now a bit wider and punched it.  Rocketing towards the clouds all around us ships dodged and weaved.  Vapor trials of rockers drew lines in the sky like one big game of tick tack… “Holy shit!”

“Hang on” Alexa said.  Weaving us between ships and rockets.  The radar flashing with lock on warnings from enemy weapon guidance systems.

“I can drive Alexa.”

“With your reflexes Chris, we’d be dead already.  Just because I’m a syn doesn’t mean I’m suicidal.”

The clouds gave way to space, space gave way to a fucking space battle.  War ships the size of cities, interceptors, and debris like some giant had taken a shit of metal and meat were every where.

“Where to Chris?”

“Don’t give a fuck get us out of here.”

“Got it!”  Alexa slammed her fist on to the jump sequence control.

The wine of the engines as it buffered the power was a comforting hum to know in seconds we’d be gone.  A ship directly in front of us took position perfectly to lock on.  “We need to go!”

“Almost.”  Alexa said.

“You’re not looking out the window are you?”

“Almost.”

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck.”  The ships weapons fired, the rocket trail could be seen speeding towards us.  “Fuck…fuck…fuck!”

“Punching it”
A worm hole instantly open and the next thing I new we were deep in space not a ship in sight.

“You okay Chris?  You look a little shaken up.”

“Fucking Mongers.”

 

The End.