The City Called Dark

Circe Marks
She leans against the wall in the darkened hallway, one bent knee allowing her foot to rest flat against the cream colored wall. Spacing out, her vibrant blue eyes close as she is consumed by deep thought, completely ignoring the other human in the hall way. Is this the right way to go? Acting on the behalf of the rich again? came the swarm thoughts, flooding her brain before being pushed out again with the voice of reason You are doing what you need to survive. Stop thinking like that. Teacher Marks would be disappointed in you for being weak minded! But what if...

Her head suddenly snaps up causing her black twin tails to fly with the sudden motion, the cold blue eyes look around warily hearing I've sent for mercenaries. would you like to meet them? She gets off the wall, moving her foot down to the floor before glancing at the closed oak doors, eyes almost challenging .

In a dark room, with various torture devices hanging from the walls, flickering tube lights and the suffocating smell of recycled air, blood, and piss hung heavy. A young woman was bound to a chair. She sat with a bored expression on her face as men surrounded her. She couldn't begin to remember who she fucked over this week but he'd managed go get his minions to grabbed her up.

Although, It was an rare event to catch Rowan slipping.


"Rowan Victors." said the man. God, he was ugly. She hoped to high heavens she didn't fuck him at all. She'd have to burn herself. "Guy whose name and face, I don't care to remember." She said. He was ugly, had bad breath that she could smell from where she sat, fat and bald. He was just nasty. Even when she was a hooker, she would have passed on a billion dollars if this was what she had to stomach. "You are a cheat."
"You are a tool, Are we done stating the obvious?" She asked. The man looked at her through narrowed eyes. "You placed a bet, you knew you rigged. Sister Psycho wants her money back." He said and Rowan laughed. "Wait, Let's go back. 'You placed a bet you knew you had rigged.' No shit sherlock, how long did it take you to figure that out?" She said, laughing as if she'd heard the funniest thing in the world. Sister Psycho. Yay, Just who she wanted to piss off...again. This wouldn't be the first time she'd pissed off her gang. Rowan was the only one able to survive, this long.

The man was not amused. He motioned to one of his men who then through a nasty punch to the side of her head. "Tough crowd?" She said spitting out blood. She had to admit, she saw stars. She looked back at him. "Where's the money?" He pressed abd Rowan pretended to think. "Well, It could be many places, I'm not sure, Jago over here sorta scrambled me brain?" She said nodded to the tall Viking looking fellow that hit her. The man grew impatient. He grabbed Rowan's face and brought her close to him. "Do you know who your dealing with girl?" He said through clenched teeth. "No, But good gawd your breath is fowl...Did you eat hot garabe this morning?" She said, screwing up her face. He let her go. "Beat it out of her." He said, turning away self consciously. As the men approached her, she held up her legs. "Wait!" She said and they stopped. "Before you all gang rape me, you should know. This entire place is rigged to blow if anything should happened to 'her'." She looked down at her legs. The man looked at her. "She's bluffing."
"I am? I have no problems emploding from the inside out. I've been dead inside for years. Killing the rest of me, just saves me the trouble of doing it myself." She said matter of factly. His men backed up some. "Do it." He ordered but they were neverous. "What about the bomb?"
Rowan just smiled. "Well, I'm waiting?" She said. "There's no fucking bomb." He said and trotted over to her. "Oh god, Look who grew a pair." She said as he grabbed her by the collar and tore her top. Just then small brass ball with blinking red lights, rolled out of her vest and on to the floor. "MiniCom's. I know it's an old model but if it ain't broke." She said with a shrug as the little androids popped up and trotted about the floor, latching on to the men. "You expected us, didn't you?" the man cried as the androids beeping got louder and quicker.
"What was your first clue?" She said as one of them broke her binds. Rowan stood up, shook out her black hair, pulled her top closed, flicked out her coat and adjusted her boots. "Theses are recon bots. Kill her" He ordered and Rowan sighed as the men rushed her no longer afriad of her andriods. He was right they were just for recon but they bought her enough time. Rowan reached behind her, slipped out a deck of cards from her back pocket and, while running she flicked them at the men. One by one, the men where cut and sliced by the cards. She was gonna need more after this. "C'mon guys, this is too easy." She said and suddenly, she felt herself hit something soild. "Okay, ow." She said and looked up. She dropped her shoulders when she saw it was the tall man towering over. "Nothing personal" She said and kneed him hard in the nuts. He crumbled to the floor and she took off toward the exit she had planned for days eariler.They were in an old sewage plant, which explained the horrid smell, Sister Psycho had turned it into a place of 'business'. Everyone knew to stay far from there. Expect Rowan, how was either bold enough or stupid enough to map the place out and rigged it to blow sky high, should the need arise.
Know thy Enemy, right?

Once through the tunnels, she found her exit door, she slammed it shut, setting off a trip wire that would have this place up in smoke in seconds, while she was safe behind 4 foot of metal and concrete door.

Once she felt the intoxicating sound of explosion, she turned to the other exit door.

"Freedom Fighters 1, Sister Psycho, Zelich!" She said and walked away proudly as the sewage plant fell.

Circe

She winces feeling the sharp pain and she hisses out, letting her pride go knowing that if they got to her central system, it'd be all over. "I....... I am.. a mechanical pile of shit." She grits out, glaring up at him with the such hate, it'd make anyone shy away.

Arthur stepped aside and sat back down, letting Rowan go. He simply stared out at the congregation before him. He sighed internally and picked up a bottle of rum, cracking it open and drinking it down. "We will all have to make sacrifices before Snatch falls."