Fluorescent Vermin

Fluorescent Vermin is a cyberpunk story currently in development about Charlie Miller, a struggling journalist trying to survive in the grimey underbelly of Neo City

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Chapter 11

The Pawn Shop - Charlie

I felt so refreshed after the shower, but my body still hummed with pain. Those guys really did a number on me. I got to brush my teeth, Artemis gave me a toothbrush and toothpaste. It was good to finally get rid of the metallic taste in my mouth. After my shower, I noticed some clothes laid out on the sinks with a note that read ‘For Charlie’. I tried them on, they were loose fitting but did the job. They gave me a thin stretchy turtleneck sweater, a loose knit jumper for extra warmth over the top, and a pair of pants that fit surprisingly well. The pants were figure hugging, but stretchy enough that I wouldn’t be afraid of ripping them when I sat down. I made my way out of the bathrooms with my dirty clothes in hand and noticed that Gage was waiting for me.

“Charlie! Feeling any better?” Gage asked with a soft smile.

“I definitely feel better now that I’m clean” I respond. These clothes were a little itchy though.

“I’ll show you where the beds are, I’m sure you’re exhausted after today”

“That’s for sure” I agree.

I followed behind Gage with my dirty clothes, but we didn’t have to go very far before we got to the sleeping quarters. There was a stencil of a male stick figure spray painted on the door, and when we walked in, I saw how communal these sleeping quarters were. It was a large room filled with multiple single beds, and half of them were occupied. The beds didn’t look very comfortable, but I suppose it’s better than sleeping on wet concrete. Gage ushered me to an empty bed, telling me that it’s right next to his and if I ever feel unsafe, I can wake him up. It felt nice to be doted on by these people. I’m still wary about them though, I can’t be sure if their kindness is genuine or manipulative.

I tried to make myself comfortable in the single bed and get some sleep. I had a blanket and a doona that kept me warm, but the flat pillow and lumpy mattress were cumbersome. I feel lost without my phone. When I’m trying to go to sleep, that’s when I get the best ideas. I tried to sleep as best I could, but between the unfamiliar environment, the loud sporadic snoring and howling wind, it was proving itself a difficult task. I normally rely on using my phone to exhaust my brain, it was difficult to quieten the noise in my head without it.

By the time the sun was up, I didn’t feel very rejuvenated. My neck and back felt stiff, at least I had some rest. I had breakfast with them, a simple dish of eggs and beans on toast. It was lovely, but we were in a hurry. Gage insisted that we left as soon as possible to get to the pawn shop when it opened. So, we scoffed down our food and made our way.

Gage escorted me through the city, passing empty streets and rounding corners. I still felt a little sore from yesterday, but the medicine Artemis gave me before we left helped a lot. It didn’t take us long to get to the pawn shop. “Big Jerry’s Pawn Shop?” I read out loud. It looked eclectic and manic. There were mannequins in one window wearing some expensive clothes, and the other window was filled with big ticket items like guitars and other instruments.

“Yeah! It’s a neat place! I come here all the time” Gage beamed. We walked in through the glass doors and upon walking in, this place is even more cluttered than it seemed from the outside. There were shelves upon shelves full of knick knacks, a table full of antique finds, clothes racks filled to the brim and more shelves covered in shoes. Behind the desk and display cases were televisions, real expensive ones. I worry about how much of this stuff has been stolen.

“Gage! My boy! You are a sight for sore eyes!” the sales clerk bellowed from behind the cash register.

“Jerry! Haven’t seen you in a while, my friend!” Gage beams, walking over to the man and shaking his hand. The man, who I assume is Jerry, looked real sleazy. His hair combed over his bald spot, his skin oily and he was wearing a white tank top that was mottled with mysterious stains.

“I’ve been saving some vinyls just for you, my friend. I got Black Sabbath’s self titled debut record” Jerry offered, wiggling his bushy eyebrows at Gage.

“Fuck, I’ll have to come back for it! I’m on a specific mission today Jerry” Gage let out.  I take a quick look around. Maybe I could find a notebook in here, something to jot down my ideas. Maybe even to write down my experiences? Or I could make some poetry.

“What can I do for ya?” Jerry smiled.

“My friend and I are looking for a phone” Gage adds. He turns to me and sees me looking through the store.

“Yes, looking for an XPhone. The U70+ model” I pipe up.

“I got plenty of phones, XPhones are a dime a dozen these days. They’re all in the display case right here” Jerry gestures his hands around wildly as he talks, tapping on the display case he mentioned. I walk over and look behind the glass, and sure enough, there were plenty of XPhones. But they were all outdated by a couple of years at least, one of them in the case was over ten years old. The U70+ is the latest XPhone on the market right now, none of these are even close.

“You’ve got plenty of U68’s, U67’s, but no U70+’s. Do you have any phones in the back?” I ask politely. Jerry looks me up and down, chewing on his lip.

“Maybe” Jerry let out.

“Jerry, brother, we don’t want your old stock. We’re looking for something that just came in, possibly yesterday. You got anything like that?” Gage bargained.

“Possibly” Jerry hums.

“I’ll pay you top dollar, my man” Gage offers.

“Eh, what’s this uh… oo seventy plus look like?” Jerry asks and Gage turns to me again.

“It’s silver on the back with half of it covered by the camera module. The screen looks matte from the side” I describe.

“Matter of fact, I saw one of those come in just before close yesterday” Jerry lets out. Gage and I both breathe a sigh of relief.

“That’s perfect, can we see it?” Gage asks.

“I don’t know, still gotta price da thing” Jerry looks around. Gage sighs and reaches into his pocket.

“How about now?” Gage offers, sliding some chromes across the desk. Jerry picks up the cash and counts it in front of his face. Satisfied, he smiles and pockets the money.

“Tough luck kid, sold it just before ya got here” Jerry smirks.

“Who bought it?” I ask.

“Oh jeez, so many people come in and out of dis store. How am I supposed to know everyone’s name?” Jerry feigns ignorance. Gage slipped him some more cash. Jerry smiles again with satisfaction.

“It’s that Blair girl. You know her, short thing, hard body, crazy energy” Jerry describes.

“Wait, Blair Nimble?” Gage parrots.

“That’s the one. She comes in and buy phones and electronics off me all the time” Jerry talks a lot.

“Fuck. Okay, we can deal with this… Hopefully. Thanks for your help, Jerry” Gage looks stressed.

“Hey, Jerry. Do you have any notebooks?” I ask sheepishly.

“Blank ones? I don’t sell ‘em but since I like your friend I could sell ya one of mine I got in da back” Jerry scratches his chin before going into his storage closet, leaving the door open.

“How much, Jerry?” Gage asks loud enough for him to hear in the other room, reaching into his wallet again.

“Actually, ya know what? Forget about it. I’m already making a profit here. Take it” Jerry smiles as he makes the short distance back, putting a notebook on the counter.

“Wow! Thank you so much, Jerry!” I beam. I take the notebook and hold it in my hands.

“No problem, kid. Ay, before you go, take Black Sabbath wit cha. I feel kinda bad I couldn’t help you out more with your phone situation. It’s the least I could do” Jerry offers, handing over the vinyl. Gage’s eyes lit up.

“Jerry! You sentimental kook. I owe you!” Gage beamed, handling the record like it was priceless.

“Good luck wit cha phone, kids” Jerry smiles, waving us out of the store.

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Chapter 10

Cona IT - Jasper

“Hello everyone! Welcome to Cona IT, and congratulations on becoming part of the team. You all did really well to get this far, here at Cona Security we take pride in providing the best service for online browsing security and Artificial Intelligence services. You all stood out due to your skills and expertise”

My assistant, Emily, insisted that I join our onboarding for the new employees. But I was bored shitless. I could be doing anything else right now.

“As a part of your onboarding, we will show you around our company and give you a brief rundown of each department and their roles. Today will be a short day, but we expect you to be back here bright and early tomorrow to start your training” Emily spoke like she was reading a script. She’s always so formal, it’s eery.

“Let me introduce you to our owner and CEO, Jasper Connor! She has worked very hard to build this company from the ground up, so please give her your respect” just as I was about to fall asleep, Emily introduces me to these kids, forcing me to pay attention. Everyone’s eyes focused on me.

“Hello everyone. Cona IT has been in operation now for six years and it’s been an amazing journey. It’s amazing to see how far it’s come since then. Cona IT started out with just me as it’s only employee, and it has blossomed into the business you see today. I am forever thankful for the support of our clients, shareholders, and our operational staff. I look forward to watching you grow during your time at Cona IT” I was surprisingly good at being professional. A skill I had to learn quickly after starting this company when I was 17.

“Enough with the formalities! Let’s get to the tour, shall we?” Emily smiled politely.

We made our way through the office, showing the new hires the HR department where payroll and purchasing live, the staff room and the bathrooms. Then to the next floor for customer service, software and web development, the graphic design section and our second little staff room that was more of a recreational room. Every IT company needs to have some kind of room with ping pong tables and bean bag chairs for a relaxing energy. Then we moved on to the top floor with business intelligence, operations and security, as well as Emily’s office. My office is on this floor as well, but I didn’t want the newbies to be sniffing around in there, it’s my second home after all. “This is our last stop, this is where business intelligence, operations and security work. They’re the brain of the company, researching our competitors and trends to keep us ahead of the pack, as well as making sure our systems are always up to date. I don’t think I need to tell you what security is in charge of, I’m sure you can figure that one out” Emily smiled as she rattled on, letting the kids walk into the room filled with desks, computers and employees. There were a couple of laughs in the group as response to her joke.

“If you’re working in any of these roles, you’ll see me quite often. I tend to communicate with them frequently” I mention. I look to my employees sitting at their desks, a couple of them turned their heads to listen in.

“Make sure you guys look after the newbies, okay? We’ve all been new before and know how nerve wrecking it can be” I project, directing my voice to my seasoned employees.

“Yes, mummy” the resident shit stirrer, Arun called out, followed by giggles from the new hires and seasoned employees. Is this motherfucker kidding me? Disrespecting me in front of everyone is unacceptable.

“Emily, can you please show the new hires where their training will be held tomorrow? I need to have a chat with one of our employees” I instruct quietly. Emily nods and gathers the newbies, escorting them out of the office space.

“Arun, can you see me in my office” I call out. The office goes silent, as Arun gets up and solemnly makes his way to the front. I silently walk out of the office, crossing the threshold from their shared space to my private office.

“I-I’m sorry” Arun blubbered.

“Save it” I hissed.

I opened the door to my office, letting Arun walk in.

“Take a seat” I instruct. He does as I say and sits opposite my desk in the middle of the room.

“So, Arun, did you get that out of your system?” I snarl, walking to my desk. He doesn’t reply, only looks down at his hands that were fidgeting in his lap.

“Did you enjoy embarrassing me in front of our new staff? I have a reputation to uphold” I scold.

“Sorry” Arun mutters.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. I’ve been too lenient with you in the past, and this is the final straw” I growl.

“Come on, don’t be like that. It was funny” Arun defended.

“I’m afraid I do not share your sense of humour”

“You walk around the office with your tits out every day. You think we’re not going to notice?”

“Excuse me?”

“How am I supposed to focus on my work when you’re flaunting your goodies all the time?”

“This is disgusting behaviour. How dare you say that to me, I am your boss”

“I’m sorry, I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking”

“Your apology is not good enough. In what world did you think that was a reasonable explanation for your behaviour? Arun, you need to pack up your things, I’m going to have to let you go”

“What? You can’t do that! That’s unfair termination!”

“Terminating your employment because of sexual harassment is not unfair termination, Arun”

“Whatever! This company is shit anyway!” Arun pouts like a temperamental teenager.

“If you keep digging yourself into this hole, you won’t receive your paid leave” I warn.

“You’re an ego maniac!” Arun shouts before storming out of my office.

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Chapter 9

Reclaimed Factory - Charlie

With our tummies full of delicious food, we continued our way to Gage’s place. The cold night air was chilling me, I hoped that our walk wouldn’t be much longer. Surely Gage was just as cold as me, he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. His arms were covered in tattoos of different colours. He had a tattoo of a snake, a heart with an arrow, a police car that was on fire, a security camera, amongst other cool designs. Where did he get these from? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tattoo studio. Maybe I just haven’t been looking.

“Are you still in pain from last night?” Gage asked, scanning over me quickly.

“A little bit. I’m fine mostly. My head and ribs feel a bit tender” I wince, poking my ribs to double check.

“We have an in-house doctor at my place. Their name is Artemis. They can look you over and give you some medicine, if you’d like?”

“That sounds great actually”

“Fantastic! Bit of a warning though, Artemis is tall and super broad. They might look a little scary, but they’re a big softie”

“Okay. Noted” I nodded.

Shortly after, Gage stops in front of what looked like an abandoned factory. It had boarded up windows and the outside was littered in graffiti and posters. The only sign of life was a faint glow peeking out through the wooden boards.

"This is it! It's more homey on the inside, I promise" he smiled at me.

"Here? No. No, that's an abandoned building. Surely, you're not serious" I wager.

"It used to be. We keep it looking like this to avoid cops and other assholes"

“So, are you or are you not a squatter?” I joke half-heartedly. I wanted to lighten the mood, but I was worried about this place.

“You’re still going on about the squatter thing?” Gage laughed and rolled his eyes.

“The look of this place isn’t very convincing to your argument” I mutter. Suddenly, sounds of laughter erupted from the building.

“How’s that for timing?” Gage nudged. He walked towards the front double doors of the building, and I followed him begrudgingly. I approached slowly and analyse the windows. They're boarded up but the wooden planks don't completely cover the glass. It would let some sunshine in, but it wouldn’t be enough to fully brighten a room. I tried to peak in through the parts of the window that weren't covered. Sadly, I couldn't make out anything. This is it, be ready for anything, Charlie. Don't even go in unless you're sure it'll be safe.

I take a deep breath to try and calm my nerves. Against my better judgement, I make it to the entrance.

Gage is holding open the door, enough for me to look inside. He wasn't lying, this place looked homey. This place had charm. Old, mismatched rugs sprawled out over the metal floor, and the entrance opened into a living room of sorts. There was a couch made from canvas material I think, a table that looked like it was made from a pallet, and there were a group of people sitting around laughing and chatting. Maybe this won't be so bad, after all, why would anything suspicious happen in a place filled with laughter? I can only assume anyway. So, I walk in. Gage closed the door behind me, and I took careful notice to see if he would lock it. He took his hand off the door and walked away from it, leaving it unlocked. I can't get my hopes up yet. I don't know these people; I don't know what they're capable of.

"I see why you guys didn't want to go to the bar" Gage chuckled, approaching the people drinking.

"Gage! Apollo was just telling us about his awful hookup last night" a woman with red coloured dreads responded.

"Go on" Gage eagerly walked over and took a seat in the conversational area.

The feeling of this factory was nice. It was toasty with sounds of a distant fireplace crackling and warm light eliminating from lit candles. I decided to gingerly approach them as they chattered. I took a seat next to Gage and listened in.

"This guy was disgusting! I know it's hard sometimes for us to find running water, but it was like he didn't even put in any effort to clean himself" I'm assuming, Apollo, recalled.

With a closer look, I was able to recognize how eccentric and varied Gage's friends looked. Quite a few of them had colourful hair, but they weren't wearing the same punkish outfits like the others I had seen at the bar. A short slender woman with choppy lilac hair was wearing many things layers of comfortable looking clothes and the taller woman sitting next to had grass green hair, wearing gumboots and a dress over a turtleneck sweater.

"Hold on, who is this? Oh my goodness! Your clothes!" The woman with the green hair noticed me, concern riddling her face. Wait, did she have stubble?

"You're all dirty! You poor thing! Are you okay?" The girl with the lilac hair cooed.

I guess I hadn't thought about whether I was okay. Today had been a whirlwind. I've been cold, yelled at, lost amongst maze like streets. Just thinking about it caused a lump in my throat. I tried to answer, but tears welled in my eyes.

"I... Um" I started, but I felt the sobs crawl out of my chest.

"Oh honey!" The green haired woman rushed over, sitting next to me and putting a hand on my back.

"N-no! I'm not okay!" I stuttered through my cries. The woman with the lilac hair came over as well, pushing Gage out of the way just to rub my arm.

"What happened, sweetie?" The green haired woman continued.

"My wife kicked me out of the house and I tried to find a hotel but they wouldn't let me stay because of my stupid credit score and then I got mugged and beaten up! I don't have anything! They took my phone, my wallet, my laptop. I couldn't even find a bathroom! I had to piss in the street like an animal" I blubbered frantically. It all just bubbled out of me, I couldn't control my sad rambling.

“Is that dried blood in your hair?” The girl with the lilac hair carefully inspected my tangled hair. These two were being touchy, but it was nice to have some comfort while fat tears rolled down my cheeks.

“We’ll take you to Arty. They’ll look after you” The green hair woman insisted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up!” The lilac haired girl added.

The two of them held me as they escorted me through the living room and up the stairs, rubbing my back as I let the tears flow.

We made it up the flight of stairs. I was already out of breath by the second floor, but the women assured me there was only one more floor to go. When we finally made it, they lead me down the hallway to what looked like an examination room. Inside looked sterile with clean white walls and linoleum flooring. There was no one here except for us three, but the two women let me sit on the examination bed in the middle of the room.

“I’ll go get Arty” The lilac haired girl announced before she left the room.

“What’s your name, hon? I’m Percy. That was Nova” The green haired woman, Percy, introduced.

“My names Charlie” I squeaked. Tears still flowing.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Charlie. Don’t worry, we’ll look after you” Percy declared with a warm smile.

“Thank you”

“Your wife kicked you out of the house? That’s terrible! I’m really sorry that happened”

“I-I don’t know why. I just came home, and I couldn’t open the door. We had an argument in the hallway, and it was really embarrassing”

“I can’t believe someone would do that!”

“Tell me about it” I roll my eyes. I was able to calm down a bit, but I still felt the gravity of sadness in my stomach.

The door opened and the girl with the lilac hair, Nova, came in, followed by a tall person with wide shoulders. They barely fit through the door.

“Were you sleeping Arty? Sorry to drag you out of bed” Percy cooed.

“I was just doing some reading, it’s no problem, my child” was this Artemis? Arty? This person matched the description that Gage gave me.

“This is-“ Nova started, looking at myself and Percy.

“Charlie” Percy let out.

“Charlie! They were beaten up. Would you be able to take a look at them, Arty?” Nova continued.

“Of course. I will have to ask you two for some privacy” Artemis looked at the girls. They both nodded and made their way out of the room.

“We’ll be right here!” Nova announced. They closed the door behind them, and tension grew as I remembered the strange situation I was in.

“Before we start, I feel it’s only polite I introduce myself. My name is Artemis, and I use they/them pronouns. What are yours?” they introduced themselves, sitting on a stool with wheels.

“I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you. My pronouns are he/him” I responded with a shrug. It will be nice to meet them if they actually patch me up.                                                                     

“Now, can you tell me where you feel the most pain?”

“I know I have an open wound on the back of my head. It should have healed at least a little by now. I’m not really in too much pain right now, but my ribs, neck and shins feel tender” I explain, pointing to each spot.

“The wound on the back of your head should be easy to fix, but I’d like to take some X-rays so I can see if your bones were affected. You were able to make it here, so I doubt there are any broken bones” they explained, looking at the back of my head where the split was.

“Are you going to steal my organs?” I blurt out.

“No, Charlie” they smiled.

Artemis took some X-rays and looked them over. They say that I’m lucky, and that my bones are fine. They took me back to the examination bed and cleaned my wound before giving me a local anaesthetic and sewing my skin back together. Artemis carefully dressed my wound and gave me some painkillers. The rest of my injuries were all bruises, and they instructed me on how to look after them. After they were finished, there was a knock at the door. Artemis called out, telling the person to come in.

“How are you feeling?” Percy asked, stepping into the room with Nova behind her.

“Still hurts but the medication helps” I let out. Even though it all went smoothly, I still felt uneasy.

“You should try to sleep on your side or your stomach if you can. The wound will be tender for a couple of days” Artemis instructed.

“Did you want to have a shower?” Nova asked.

“Excellent idea. We’ll happily launder your clothes for you in the meantime” Artemis offers.

“Thank you” A nice hot shower sounds so great right now. I feel slimy.

“We’ll show you where they are! We’ve got spare clothes that you can change into” Nova added.

We headed off, through this reclaimed factory that felt more like a makeshift home than an abandoned building. The walls of this place looked new, at least compared to the cold flooring. When we got to the bathrooms, the girls let me have some privacy after showing me where everything is. The bathrooms felt strange, they looked what I would assume prison bathrooms looked like. Multiple shower stalls and sinks under a gigantic mirror. They were toilet cubicles that were separated from the showers, the mirror and sinks were connected to a freestanding wall that split the room. Did they build this?

I felt calm hearing the sound of running water as I turned the shower on. The water was lovely, warming me from my skin to my bones. I took my time while washing myself, enjoying this peaceful moment of silence.

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Chapter 8

Souvlakis - Charlie

"You hungry?" Gage asked as we walked through dark streets lit faintly by neon signs. This area was nicer, less trash around with faint chatter in the air.

"Yeah, but you know I don't have any money" I sigh, rubbing my grumbling stomach.

"Don't worry! I got you" he winked.

"No. I don't want to be a burden!"

"You're not a burden at all. There's this souvlaki place I know that's really good"

"Souvlaki?"

"What? You've never heard of souvlakis?"

"Doesn't ring any bells"

"What about kebabs, shawarma? Gyros maybe?"

"Nope"

"Prepare to have your mind blown"

"What's in it?"

"You'll see!" Gage smirked.

I followed behind Gage closely. He had a coolness about him walking with his hands in his pockets. He took us to a part of the city that had a couple of food trucks. The aromas that filled the air were delicious and definitely made me hungrier. It was a cozy place, a makeshift dining area filled the space between the trucks with candles on each table. One truck was selling something called "Banh Mi", and the hand painted illustration on the side of the truck depicted a roll with roast pork inside, nestled between what looked like sprigs of coriander and chilli sprinkled on top. Another truck was selling curry, their selection seemed to be vegetarian and vegan only with trays full of different vividly coloured stews and rice stained yellow. A third truck was selling a rice dish called "Paella" and I think I can see it through the trucks open window. A person was stirring a giant high walled frying pan that was full of orange coloured rice with other ingredients that I couldn't make out. The truck that Gage eagerly ran to was staffed by a portly gentleman, sporting a greasy comb over, a thick moustache and an apron. This truck also has a hand painted illustration of what I assume is a souvlaki. It was a thick bread wrap with meat, onion and lettuce filling with a white sauce on top. I'm surprised I haven't come across anything like that before, it seems normal enough to me.

"Gage! It's good to see ya! How have you been?" The souvlaki man greeted. Inside the truck were two misshapen cones of stacked meat that were rotating in front of heater panels.

"Found a hitchhiker today and he's starving! Thought I'd show him the best cuisine in the world" as Gage spoke, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders as if he was showing me off. I felt awkward, but I gave the souvlaki man a timid wave.

"You're always buttering me up, Gage! Alright young man, are you a fan of garlic?" The souvlaki man asked me, leaning over the counter.

"Yeah, I like garlic" I nod.

"How much though?" Gage nudged.

"I normally double the garlic cloves for recipes so, yeah. A decent amount. I'm not sure" I shrug.

"My garlic sauce has a lot of garlic, but I think you'll enjoy it" the souvlaki man winked at me.

"I think so! The illustration on your truck looks delicious" I beam.

"Well don't lick the paint!" The souvlaki man laughed heartily.

"Would I be able to get a normal souvlaki for my friend and the usual for me?" Gage ordered.

"Coming right up" the man smiled and turned around, shaving meat off the cones. As the man went to work, Gage turned to me.

"You've really never had a souvlaki before?" Gage implored.

"No! Never!" I shake my head.

"What kind of food do they serve up there?"

"Just normal stuff. We have McGregor’s, Royal burger, TFC, that's Tennessee fried chicken, but that's all take away. When I cook at home I make risotto, Wonder-steak and veggies, pasta sometimes"

"Wait, what the hell is Wonder-steak?"

"It's just vegan meat substitute"

"Are you a vegan?"

"No, but our meat is pretty bad quality, so I tend to avoid it when I'm not drunk"

"Okay, good. They use real meat for the souvlakis. Bob raises and butchers his own cows"

"There's space to raise barn animals in the city?"

"God no. Bob lives outside of the city"

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Depends" Gage shrugged. I'm learning so many things today.

"Here you are fellas! Hope it's worth the wait" Bob, the souvlaki man leaned over the counter, handing us our food. Gage slipped him some money and Bob was quick putting it in his cash drawer and giving Gage his change. The wrap was warm in my hands and the smell of garlic immediately hit my nostrils. It made my mouth water. We made our way to one of the empty tables and sat down.

"What's your usual?" I ask, carefully opening the paper on my souvlaki.

"I'm a bit weird. I get chips in my souvlaki" Gage chuckles, ripping open the paper wrapping.

"That doesn't sound weird!"

"I'm glad you think so!" Gage smiles. I was so hungry that I was drooling. I wipe the corners of my mouth before taking a bite of my wrap. Holy shit, this is delicious. The meat is juicy and well-seasoned, and the sauce enhances the savory flavour. The lettuce and onion perfectly cut through the fatty meat for a fresh taste. Not to mention the fresh fluffy bread that was slightly charred.

"What do you think?" Gage asks after swallowing his first bite.

"This is amazing! I can't believe I've never had one before" I smiled from ear to ear while chewing.

"Have I blown your mind?" He asked smugly.

"Definitely!" I nod. I hungrily shove my souvlaki in my mouth, taking a greedy bite. I couldn't help but let out a happy noise experiencing the flavour bomb again. Gage laughs and we sit together in silence happily eating our meal.

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Chapter 7

The Heartbreak Bar - Charlie

I was a bit burnt out after my attempt at figuring out how to look after myself down here. I couldn’t find any other place that could have a bathroom, even though I don’t like urinating in public, I had no other option. I kept thinking about that man that woke me. Maybe I was too jumpy and rash. It was hard to figure out why he wanted to help me. It was hard to ignore the voice inside me head telling me that I should have gone with him. I felt torn. On one hand, it would genuinely be a bad idea to follow a stranger to an unknown place. On the other hand, what if he’s a kind guy with no ulterior motives who truly just wants to help me out? I had to assume the latter. I was running out of options. I had no idea what else to do. I can't go home, I can't go to a hotel, especially now that all of my belongings were stolen. Even if the hotel didn't care about credit score. I was lucky that he gave me a second chance. Before we made our separate ways, he said if I changed my mind, I should meet him at the Heartbreak Bar tonight.

I got lost a couple of times, but I was able to find someone to ask for directions. As I turned the corner, I finally saw the fluorescent neon red sign with the name of the bar. I felt anxious, downtown is such an odd place. I can’t wrap my head around the stark contrasts between here and what I call home. I walked towards the bar slowly, trying to regain my determination. The bouncer out the front of the bar looked as though he could fold me into an origami swan without even breaking a sweat. There were a couple of punks outside vaping, decorated with pins, patches, leather and sporting colourful hair, cut haphazardly. I looked down at my outfit. Even though my clothes are a bit torn and dirty, I'm still going to stick out like a sore thumb. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore my heart racing. I can do this; I know I can. I get to the entrance, and the bouncer looks me up and down as I enter, but stops me before I head in.

"Watch yourself in there. If anyone gives you trouble just give me a shout" the bouncer warned, peering over their sunglasses.

"Of course. Thank you" I let out meekly.

"No problem. Have a good night" the bouncer gives me a small nod before moving their hand away.

"Thank you, you too" I smile politely. I head in, taking in my surroundings. The bar was dark and dingy, with multiple neon lights dimly lighting the space. The bar was manned by an android that was zipping around efficiently, serving drinks to guests almost as soon as they had ordered. There was only one person sitting at the circular bar, the rest of the patrons were on the dance floor or sitting on the multiple couches and chairs set around the space. It wasn't too busy, it would definitely be a slow night. I slink over to the bar, the person there might be the guy from before. He has the same blonde hair, but his clothes are very different. Not wanting to call out to him, in case it was someone different, I take a seat at the bar that’s away from them. There was so much to take in, all the people there looked nothing like the people I'm used to. Everyone is covered in tattoos, layered clothes and sporting interesting hairstyles. I felt awkward, the other guy was in my peripheral vision but I was afraid to look at him directly.

"Hey! You made it!" The man with the messy blonde hair greeted, closing the gap between us and taking the seat next to mine. He looked less scary this time, he must have gone home and changed. He was still wearing all black, but it didn't look like garbage.

"Yeah, I changed my mind" I shrugged.

"My name's Gage by the way" he extended his hand.

"I'm Charlie" I smile, shaking his hand. He was really accessorised. He had rings on all his fingers and two layered necklaces. Was he wearing eyeliner?

"So, if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up on the bad side of town?" Gage asked, leaning on the bar.

"I didn't realize I was until it was too late, I guess. I couldn't get into my apartment, so I was looking for a cheap hotel"

"How come you couldn't get into your apartment? Leave your keys at home?"

"Something like that"

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me the whole reason"

"Thank you"

"Do you have any family or friends you can stay at while you get a new phone and new keys?"

"I have a sister, but I haven't seen her since she moved so I don't know her address"

"No friends?"

"Not really"

"Damn. I've been there. It's tough, but it will get better, don't worry!"

"I hope so"

"Do you want a drink?"

"I don't have my wallet"

"It's fine! I'm offering. I figured you could use one after the day you've been having"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine! I don't mind"

"Positive?"

"Yes! What are you having?"

"I'll just have a gin and tonic I suppose" I mumble.

"Fancy boy! Hey bar-bot" Gage shouted. The android bartender zipped over.

"Hello patron. What can I get started for you?" The android spoke with their electronic voice.

"A house whiskey, neat and a gin and tonic please" Gage ordered with a smile.

"Not a problem, sir. Are you paying with cash or card?" The android answered.

"Cash, thanks"

"Your total is 45 dollars and 70 cents"

"Wow, 45 dollars?" I gasp.

"I know, right? A bit pricey" Gage huffs, handing the android a 50 dollar note. When I get another debit card, I can pay him back easily.

"Here is your change. Your drinks will be ready in one minute and 20 seconds" the android placed Gage's change on the counter before swiftly grabbing glasses and bottles of liquor. The android filled the glasses precisely and neatly with the alcohol and ice they grabbed from the bar.

"One minute? Must be an outdated model" I mention offhandedly.

"I can only imagine how much better the technology is up there" Gage mused.

"My sister is a robotic engineer. Her androids are amazing"

"How quick can they make a drink?"

"Normally between fifteen and thirty seconds"

"That is ridiculously efficient" Gage nodded.

"Here are your drinks. Enjoy responsibly" the android announced, gently pushing the glasses towards us.

“Do you live by yourself, Charlie?” Gage asked, taking his drink.

“No, I live with my wife” I mention.

“Well, that’s fantastic! I can walk you home if you’d like”

“That might be a waste of time”

“What? No, I don’t mind!”

“I don’t mean it like that. The real reason I couldn’t get into my apartment is because my wife kicked me out”

“Oh my god, that’s terrible”

“No, it’s fine. She just wanted to push me to get back on my feet. She probably just needs some time to calm down”

“Do you know anyone’s numbers?”

“Not off by heart. I have them all in my phone contacts”

“So, without your phone, you’re stuck down here, huh? You could stay with me for a week, and then you could go see how your wife is feeling”

“I don’t know about that”

“The staying with me part or the wife part?”

“Bit of both, I guess. I’m kind of freaking out about this whole thing”

“I totally understand. You’re in a crazy position right now. How about we try to find your phone so that you can call your sister?”

“That could work”

“Do you remember anything about the people that attacked you?”

“Yeah. There was a bald girl, I think, who had tattoos all over her face, another girl with red hair, and a guy with lime green hair. It was all kind of a blur. I know they were all wearing black with lots of spikes and patches”

“Lime green hair? Hold on, I think I know him” Gage pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it. Why would Gage know this guy?

“Found him! Is this the guy you’re talking about?” Gage asked, showing me his phone. Lime green hair, dark circles around his eyes with glowing green irises and enough piercings to make him aggravate a metal detector. I didn’t remember the piercings, but that definitely looks like the guy who attacked me.

“How do you know this guy?” I ask. I really hope they’re not friends.

“I met him on a dating app, and as soon as we started talking, I hated him. He’s an asshole who only cares about himself” Gage rolls his eyes.

“So, he’s just an asshole? I could have told you that” I scoff.

“He’s, uh…. A special kind of asshole. He’s a vulture”

“Figuratively, right?”

“It’s the name of their gang. The vultures are… pests. They don’t make a lot of money, so they resort to petty shit like beating up and robbing innocent people”

“A gang?”

“They probably just sold your phone to the pawn shop when they couldn’t unlock your phone”

“How many pawn shops are there?”

“Only one. It’s definitely closed right now, but we can check it out in the morning”

“About the ‘staying with you’ part, how would that happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is there a bed? Running water?”

“Yeah. Where do you think I live?”

“There are a lot of abandoned buildings around here, aren’t you all… squatters?”

“Technically. But we have furniture. That includes beds and running water”

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry if I offended you”

“You’re fine. You’ve been sheltered from the outside world so I can expect some ignorance. I live in a place with lots of other people. We have a dorm like situation”

“How much room is there?”

“How about you come have a look and see for yourself? You can stay for one night, and if you hate it, no pressure”

“Deal” I smiled. Gage and I finished our drinks before leaving the bar. I hope I don’t die tonight.

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Prologue

Humanity wondered when the machines would take over, and as technology continued to advance, machine outgrew organic. Physical labour jobs were outsourced to machines. Customer service roles replaced with artificial intelligence. It was slow at first, only certain areas became automated. But as each industry saw profits skyrocket from eliminating their human workforce, others followed suite. Humanity tried their best to stop it. They rallied together, they protested, they even took to violence. Nothing worked. CEO's cared about profit and only profit.

All blue collar jobs were taken over by machine. The now jobless people struggled to make ends meet. They had no legal way to gain an income. A lot of people fell to a life of crime. Humanitys population dwindled, our people who were reliant on the modern accomodations of capitalism could no longer participate. Their lack of survival skills is what killed them. In 2115, the class divide is prevalent. The poor have little to no access to money, but their small population survive by living in communes. They grow their own food, or gather what edible resources they can and make clothing and furniture out of garbage. Their only access to humanity is free health care, a rare hand out from the government.

This is contrary to what the upper class believe of the poor. The upper class are told time and time again that the poor are diseased and dangerous. They live a life of crime, dealing drugs, stealing and killing. The lower class is to be avoided at all costs.

The upper class have massive generational wealth, and most of them only work as a hobby. They live in tall buildings, away from the pollution and trash on the ground. Their buildings are covered in solar panels and plants, their travel is covered by AI driven flying vehicles. Even though the upper class seem to have life sorted, it's a slippery slope for some. There's a thin line between living a life of luxury, and having to crawl your way to the top. If you don't have access to wealth, it's next to impossible to build it up for yourself.

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Chapter 6

Brunch - Jasper

Every Saturday, my friends and I go out for brunch at an expensive café to try and soak up the alcohol and other substances we abused the night before. Purely just so we can drink more and meet up later for another night of debauchery. That’s the best part about being young, rich and sexy. I get invited to all the best parties, and even some boring ones. I can’t help that everyone wants to be around me. The café we booked for today was ultra exclusive, only the elite few could dine here.

I made my way through the entrance of gilded glass doors of The Artisan. Inside the high-ceilinged lobby were plush beige sofas, a chandelier covered in diamonds that glittered in the sunlight, white marble tiles underneath a rustic looking rug and a concierge’s desk. The concierge greeted me by name and escorted me through the sheer curtains that separated the lobby and the dining area. The place was alive with chatter, the people dining here were beautiful, drinking champagne and mimosas. The recent trend of electronic limb enhancements meant that the people inside were glittering just as much as the chandelier in the lobby. The concierge continued escorting me through the dining area and to the outside dining area where my friends were sitting. Well, most of them.

“Jasper, you sexy bitch! Get the fuck over here!” my closest fried Lio greeted me boisterously. He looked stunning, wearing a black sleeveless button up shirt. The shirt had a long collar that was tied into a loose bow, and he paired it with white pin-stripe wide leg slacks and dainty dress shoes.

“You look so good, mama! Give us a twirl!” Lio encouraged. I feigned bashfulness and turned around, giving Lio and my friends the full 360. I was wearing a skintight pant suit that was cinched with a statement belt around my waist. I loved this pant suit so much because of the scooped neckline that had an exaggerated collar. This outfit enhanced my decolletage and I felt luxurious.

“Did you see Tyffaknee on your way in?” my friend Gabryela asked as I sat down at the table next to Lio. Gabryela was wearing a powder blue turtleneck sleeveless sweater with a long flowy skirt, she’s a classy lady.

“No, I did not. She’s always fashionably late” I roll my eyes.

“She just texted me, she’s walking in now” Rebecah informed, sliding her phone back into her pocket. Rebecah looked stunning in a shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, loosely draped over her shoulders and cinched with an ornate corset. She paired them with a pair of yellow cigarette pants that made her chocolate skin glow.

“Please tell me that you’ve ordered mimosas already” I plead, grabbing Lio’s hand.

“Of course, darling! They’ll be here soon” Lio said with a wink. Before I could start catching up with my friends, our attention was stolen by Tyffaknee strutting over to our table.

“Look who decided to show up” Lio poked.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I had a very important phone call with my agent. He’s trying to book me into Paris fashion week” Tyffaknee dropped her purse unceremoniously on the table, almost knocking over the setting, all while texting on her phone. Even though we were at a nice café, Tyffaknee didn’t dress up. She wore a white singlet top with a grey skirt that looked like she fished it out of some clearance bin. I’m sure she’d say something about how I don’t understand fashion, which is so unbelievably false. I wear designer clothes every day of the year.

“Model stuff that we wouldn’t understand, right?” I let out sarcastically.

“Yeah, sorry. What’s it like not being booked and busy, Jasper? Relaxing?” Tyffaknee scoffed.

“Where have you been the past two weeks, girl? Last night was crazy, you should have been there!” Rebecah exclaimed.

“I had a little work done. Check it out, girls! I got new legs. Nimble’s latest line of limb enhancements” Tyffaknee smirked, splaying a leg out from under the table. Even though I hate to admit it, her enhancements were nice.

“I thought you were getting ANOTHER new nose” Lio snickered, pretending to whisper in my ear.

“That’s not funny, Lio. My doctor said I don’t have enough cartilage left so I can’t get any more procedures done on my nose. Thanks for rubbing it in” Tyffaknee pouted, tucking her leg back under the table.

“Gaby, it’s the weekend. Why are you checking your emails, girly?” Rebecah scolded, snatching Gabyrela’s phone out of her hands.

“I have a client who’s micromanaging me through hell and back. Like, you hired me for a reason, bitch. Can I redecorate your home, or do you want to do it?” Gabryela groaned.

“I hate fussy clients. They make everything so difficult” Rebecah agreed, handing Gabryela’s phone back.

“The stupid shit some of these people say. I swear, it’s like trying to explain basic math to babies” I chime in.

“Sounds like we have even more reason to get drunk. Perfect timing!” Tyffaknee smiled, speaking just as our waitress came over with a bar tray full of champagne glasses.

“No breaking the glasses this time, Gaby. We all know your sloppy secret” Rebecah winked. The waitress placed our glasses on the table, and we all gave her our thanks.

“If you had the media up your asshole as much as me, you’d get it” Gabryela rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god, yeah. I saw that article about your new girlfriend” Lio piped up.

“It’s like I can’t even date in peace without a camera being shoved in my face” Gabryela continued.

“They’re fucking rats, I swear to God. I’ve been cancelled for the fifth time this year” Lio agreed, continuing the bitching.

“They got over the champagne bottle incident really quickly, I’m sure this time will be the same” I shrug.

“Honestly, calling another gay man a faggot is not that serious! Let’s be real” Lio groaned.

“You are so lucky that the paparazzi doesn’t care about you, Jasper” Tyffaknee smirked. That fucking bitch.

“I am lucky, actually. If you look up my name on Infinite, you get articles about my company and success. Instead of pictures of my pussy” I bite back, taking a sip of my mimosa.

“Are you jealous that men love my pussy and not yours?” Tyffaknee challenged.

“Girls, save the cat fight for when we’re drunk” Lio groaned, sipping his mimosa.

“Changing subject, I have this client who’s so handsome. He’s like 40 and he’s got the silver hairs in the front” Rebecah swooned.

“Salt and pepper daddy! Now we’re talking” Lio encouraged.

“I was showing him around this stunning property, it was three stories with an elevator and underground garage. You would have a ball decorating it, Gaby. The display home designers are so bland and boring. This place was so white on the inside, it was like walking into a flashbang. Anyway, so I’m showing salt and pepper daddy the house and I couldn’t help myself. Handsome and rich, like, could he be anymore my type? So, I fucked him during the showing” Rebecah gushed.

“You dirty slut! I love it” Lio growled.

“Was he good?” Tyffaknee encouraged.

“He was amazing. He bent me over the kitchen counter and ate me out. Thinking about his tongue is getting me going again” Rebecah raved.

“Funny, I also met a handsome guy. I can’t stop thinking about him” I gush, biting my lip.

“Girly, you have a whole ass boyfriend” Lio reasoned.

“Yeah, but he’s so fucking boring. All he wants to do is go to the gym and watch movies after work. I should break up with him” I pout. Maybe I was being unreasonable about my boyfriend. Craig was great in bed, and handsome as ever, but every time he speaks my eyes glaze over. We just don’t have anything in common.

“If you’re fantasizing about other people, you really need to break up with him” Rebecah insisted. I’m not just fantasizing, but I didn’t want my friends to think any less of me if I told them I actually fucked Sebastian. It’s not my fault that Craig is boring. When he’s not at the gym or work, he’s sitting on my couch playing fucking videogames all day…

“Fine, I’ll tell him tonight” I sigh.

“Okay, putting morals aside, what’s this handsome guy like? I’m dying to know” Lio smirked.

“He was so dreamy. A muscular, bad boy with a deep sultry voice and piercings… He was divine. I wanted to fuck him so bad!” I gush. Editing the truth a little, of course.

“Back to your old ways, huh Jasper?” Lio wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“I have a type! What can I say?” I giggle.

“He might be bad news. Remember Diesel?” Rebecah mentioned.

“You might catch something… again” Tyffaknee eyed me up and down.

“Since I’ve been getting the super white blood cell vaccine, I haven’t had to worry about that. But you wouldn’t be able to afford it, right?” I roll my eyes at Tyffaknee.

“This bad boy could be a gold digger” Gabyrela piped up.

“Or dangerous” Rebecah continued.

“Jasper can handle danger. It’s manipulation she’s weak to” Lio nudged my arm.

“Hey! Okay, I hear you, girls. I’ll be careful. I don’t know, I might not ever see him again” I muse.

“But you want to see him again, don’t you boo?” Lio suggested.

“Yes. No. I don’t know!” I sigh.

“Well, whether you see bad boy again, be careful, okay sweetie? Don’t let his good looks cloud your judgement” Rebecah warned.

“Would you look at the time! I have to go. I have a casting audition for Guzman. See you later, girls” Tyffaknee exclaimed, getting up from the table.

“Wait, are you joining us at Studio 1337 tonight?” Gabryela asked.

“I’m not sure. We’ll see. I have an invite to a party. I would bring you guys along, but sadly, it’s models only” Tyffaknee mentioned with a hair flick and a disinterested look. She was probably trying to brag but the only good thing about those kinds of parties is that everyone is super-hot, and the drugs are top shelf. One day I’ll find out how she can get her hands on such great product.

Tyffaknee left the table, letting the four of us finish our mimosas in peace.

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Chapter 5

Downtown - Charlie

This place I found myself in was strange. I was lost even now in the middle of the day. I don’t know how I would have navigated these maze-like streets in the dark. Every street I wandered through looked the same, trash ridden. Used needles, pipes and cigarette butts strewn about on the ground like confetti. The graffiti covering the buildings were like flowers, adding a pop of colour to an otherwise depressing scene. I couldn’t tell if it was the garbage or the pollution, but the air was thick with foul stench.

I was alone down here. I stood my ground, I told that guy that I didn’t want to go anywhere with him. He seemed nice, but how can I trust him after what happened? Homeless people who squat in these abandoned buildings are diseased, violent thieves. At least that’s what the media says.

Maybe I’d be alright if I found a bathroom. I don’t think my wounds are that bad as far as I can tell. I can still walk, albeit with a limp. The dried crusty blood on the back of my neck was annoying me. The streets were empty, a stark contrast to the bustling streets up above that I’m used to. The wind howled through the buildings, chilling my bones. My clothes got torn and dirty during the altercation, I look a mess.

I couldn’t help but think whether I’ve deserved this. My relationship with Ella was perfect, as far as I could tell. She went to work, and I’d look after the house. I cooked, I cleaned, I did laundry, as much as I could do while being unemployed. Being stuck in the house messes with my mental health a bit, so I tried to go out and get some fresh air once in a while. I was happy, why wasn’t she? What did I do wrong?

I began to hear chatter, signs of life. I did my best to follow the sounds, but every street looked the same. Eventually, I found a street with what looked like a make-shift convenience store. The sign was shabby and handmade. I made my way inside, a bell rung as I opened the door. The store looked strange; I have never seen a place sell such a quirky array of items. There were seed packets lined up on shelves, fresh produce that looked ugly and misshapen, gardening equipment, blankets and blankets and yarn, among other things. There was a man behind the counter who eyed me up and down. He was kind of scary looking, wearing all black. I felt uneasy, I want to ask him if I could use the bathroom, but I didn’t know how the cashier would respond. I needed to build some gumption, so I made my way further into the store, looking at the canned goods on display. The cans all had different languages on them, they were nothing like the canned goods that I’m used to. Being in this part of town was so strange. Why is everything so different? It felt like I had entered another country. I moved on from the cans and found the herbs and spices section. There were powdered and whole herbs and spices in gallon jars. They were all clearly labelled and had the price per kilo on the tags. These prices were ridiculously cheap. Normally cinnamon is $4900 per kilo instead of $70. I really should be shopping here instead. If I had my wallet on me, I’m sure I would walk out of here with my arms full of ingredients.

My aching bladder reminded me of my cowardice. I take a deep breath and make my way to the front counter. I can’t postpone my toilet break anymore, I need to do this.

“Um, hello” I greet the man behind the counter.

“You going to buy anything?” the man had a gruff voice, keeping eye contact.

“No, sorry. I don’t have any money. But I was wondering-“

“If you’re not buying anything, get out of here” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he interrupted me.

“Can I use the bathroom?” I meekly pipe up.

“What do I look like? A charity?” he scowls.

“N-no?” I mutter.

“Get out of here! And don’t steal anything neither”

“Please, I’ve had a tough time today and I just need to clean up a little-“

“I already said no! Get the fuck out of here!” he interrupted me again. I don’t think I’m going anywhere with this guy. It’s clear he has no sympathy.

“Alright, fine! Whatever” I give up, storming out of the convenience store.

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Chapter 4

Help - Charlie

Are you okay?

The harsh light of morning sun hit my face as I came to. The first thing I noticed before I could even open my eyes were my injuries. My body hurts all over. My neck, ribs and legs all pulsate with pain. My head is pounding.

"Are you okay?" I hear a voice in front of me. I try to open my eyes, but the sun blinds me immediately.

"What happened to you?" The voice asks as I blink rapidly in hopes of adjusting to the light. When I finally open my eyes, a man is crouching over me and all I can see is brown eyes peeking out from a balaclava. I remember where I was, what happened last night and I scream.

"Hey! Hey, don't scream, it's okay!" The masked man tries to comfort me, his eyes softened. But I'm still terrified.

"Please! Don't hurt me!" I yelp, cowering. I try to move back, but instead I scramble against a wall.

"Shit, my mask! Sorry about that. I don't want to hurt you" he exclaims, pulling off his balaclava revealing a mess of platinum blonde hair.

"What do you want from me?" I shout.

"I want to know what happened! Are you okay? You don't look too good" the blondes voice sounded kinder without the fabric barrier. With the sunlight beaming down in this alleyway, I see the reality of my situation. There are multiple dumpsters pushed against walls with trash spilling out. The sun was making the smell worse. The surrounding buildings were covered in graffiti as well as boarded up and smashed windows. It was really stupid of me to come this way. Even though my head was pounding, the events of last night played back in my mind clearly.

"I-i... I had my phone stolen... a-a-and I got beaten up... I must have passed out right here. This is so embarrassing!" I mumble. I'm shaking like a leaf. The man leaned in closer.

"Can I take a look?" He asks, reaching out.

"N-no! Stay back!" I bark.

"I know you're scared, but I just want to help, okay? I have a place that you can go to, we can get you patched up" he mentions, moving back to give me some space.

"W-what?" I stutter.

"I've got a place. I have a friend who's really good at cleaning wounds, we've got showers, food, beds even if you need to rest. You don't have to stay, but please let me help you get patched up" the man rattles.

"How do I know you're not just going to hurt me o-o-or kidnap me?" I bark.

"I am not going to hurt you, and if you don't want to come, you don't have to. I'm guessing you're new around here?" He asks, looking at my clothes. My clothes aren't super expensive, but this guy looked like he was wearing garbage.

"M-maybe... What's it to you?" I defend.

"It's hard being stuck here. It's a scary place and I'm sorry you had to experience that first hand. We're not all bad people" he emphasizes.

"Okay... You want to help me? Really? You're not going to steal my wallet and run away? Well bad luck for you buddy, because I have no money and my card doesn't even work!" I don't know what this guy's angle is. Why is he trying to empathize with me? It seems suspicious.

"Not to be that guy... But I think the people that beat you up probably already did that" he winces. My eyes widen. I didn't think that they'd rifle through my pockets while I was passed out. I put my hands in my pockets, and sure enough, they were completely empty.

"How do I know you didn't take them from me?" I spit.

"Okay! Fair enough. I'll show you what I've got" he puts his hands up in defense before reaching into his pockets and pulling out its contents.

"I got my phone" he pulled out a vintage flip phone. I didn't even know those things still existed.

"My keys" a set of keys, actual keys. Not the electronic fobs or key cards I'm used to.

"My cigarettes and my lighter. it's a bad habit, I know. And in my duffel bag, I've just got my spray paints" he unzipped a duffel bag that was behind him. I didn't even realize it was there.

"That's everything?" I check.

"That's everything. You can look in my bag if you want. Nothing in my back pockets, nothing in my socks" the man drags his bag over, as well as turning around to show me his empty back pockets. He also pulled up his pants to show me his socks. I take his bag and rifle through it. I checked every pocket, every crevice. Nothing but spray paint. He was clean.

"So, you didn't steal my stuff... And you don't want to hurt me, kidnap me, take my money, or take advantage of me?" I question.

"No, I do not want to take advantage of you, or any of those other things" he confirmed.

"Why do you want to help me?" I pry.

"Because no one helped me" the man huffs.

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Chapter 3

The Butcher Shop - Jasper

"Blair, the snow you sold me was terrible! You know I need the good shit" I complained to the cyber goth, leaning against the bar. Normally when I do business, I like to keep it on the down low. But considering I’m the only person in this dingy bar with more than quadruple digits in my bank account, I think it’ll be fine talking about drugs so openly. I doubt the security cameras in this building are even connected to the internet.

"We had to get a new supplier" she uttered nonchalantly before taking a puff of her futuristic vape. Her outfit alone was proof of her lack of funds. She was wearing a cheap plastic leather leotard tucked into pinstripe business pants, accessorizing with more cheap plastic in the form of a shiny navy-blue belt and a weird bolero with only one sleeve. At least she tried to co-ordinate, the blue of her belt matches her fried coloured hair.

"Get the old one back!" I barked, annoyed at her incompetence.

"It's not that simple" Blair let out a hazy cloud.

"Well, I need better coke. Because this shit tastes like flour" I pouted.

"Do you know how hard it is to find someone that makes high quality shit these days? The cops have been shutting down everyone" the goth huffed.

"Do you have anything else? I've got this boring mixer tomorrow and I cannot do that shit sober" I whined.

"You don't drink?" She scoffed, scanning me from head to toe. If I hadn’t known her for six years, I’d be angry at her judgement.

“You know I do. Alcohol isn’t enough with these sleazoids” I groan.

"Look, I'll see what I can do" she lets out.

"Thank you" I sigh in relief.

"Is there a problem here?" I was so worried about my shitty cocaine that I didn't see this handsome tall glass of water saunter over to the bar. It was a man wearing a shirt with the first four buttons undone, showing off his defined chest. He was stunning, his cheekbones and jaw were sharp, as if he was sculpted from marble. The skin on his cheeks were mottled, but that only added to his attractiveness. I was immediately intrigued. As he approached, he took out an electronic cigar and started puffing on it.

"There's no problem boss, just sorting out a deal" Blair spoke to who she called ‘boss’ in monotone.

"Hi, I'm Jasper" I purr, extending a hand to the Adonis. He smiled at my courtesy.

“Name’s Sebastian, but I go by many names. The butcher, boss, silver tongue. Hard to keep track of them all” he smirked. It wasn’t hard to see he had an ego. Blair scoffed and walked away, weaving her way back to the VIP section.

“Boss? I like the sound of that” I muse, leaning in towards him. Sebastian sat down on the stool next to me, providing me the chance to admire him up close. He was wearing a pair of electronic smart glasses, albeit a rudimentary model. Nothing like my own that are the latest and best money can buy. His hair was slicked back with the sides of his head shaved. He had multiple facial piercings, like a sexy pincushion. Sebastian clicked the air and summoned the bartender. He seemed young for a boss, he looked as if he was the same age as me, but I guess that’s what people probably think of me. What is he the boss of?

"I'll have an old fashioned, and whatever this lovely lady wants" he orders with a flourish. Sebastian was flashy, his fingers decorated with rings.

"I'll have a cosmopolitan, thank you" I ordered politely, playing with my necklace. I was very glad I wore a blouse that accentuated my assets today.

"A blue blood that knows her liquor, that's hard to come by" he raised an eyebrow, studying me intently.

"How did you know I was a blue blood?" I implore.

"Let's just say I have expensive taste" his voice was a low rumble, stirring me from the inside. He placed his hand under my chin and lifted it. My glasses almost slip off and I bashfully push them back into the bridge of my nose.

"Why do they call you boss, Sebastian?" I hum, enjoying his finger stroking my chin.

“Well, I own this club” he mused, taking his drink from the counter. His rings clinked against the glass. He’s saying that like it’s impressive, but this bar is pretty shit. The stairwell leading up into this place was sticky and the walls were covered in cheap posters and graffiti.

"Thank you, Mercury" Sebastian turned his head to the bartender, raising his glass towards him.

"My pleasure, boss. Your cosmopolitan, miss" the bartender spoke softly, placing my drink in front of me.

"Thank you!" I beam. I felt spoiled in Sebastian’s company.

"I'm also head of the Vultures" Sebastian added, eyeing me as he nursed his drink.

"Oh my god, you're THE boss? I didn't know I was in the company of such a man! One only ever talked about in hushed whispers" I gushed. Getting attention from a bad boy had me flustered, but to find out he was the one in charge of a notorious gang? That made it even better.

"Do I intimidate you?" He spoke so seriously, staring deep into my eyes. It was almost as if he was looking right through me. His dark brown eyes looked like black holes that I wanted to be sucked into.

"Should I be intimidated?" I purr, challenging him.

"My, you're feisty. That's good, I need someone who can keep up with me" Sebastian spoke smugly.

"That's funny, you think you can keep up with me?" I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you challenging me, Jasper?" He scoffed in bewildered disbelief.

"Depends if you're up for the challenge, big boy" I purr, His eyes widen for a second before tilting his head back and skulling the contents of his glass.

"Finish your drink, we're getting some privacy" he demanded. I giggle and grab my glass, trying to drink as fast as him but I struggle a bit. Sebastian chuckles and puts his hand on the bottom of my glass, helping me get more liquid down my throat.

"There we go, good girl" he growls. I almost choked a little at the end, met with laughter from both our ends. I managed to finish my drink and placed the glass down on the counter. Cosmopolitans are a strong drink, and the alcohol immediately made me lightheaded. If I knew I was going to drink tonight, I would have eaten beforehand.

"Two more for the road, Mercury" he ordered with another click. The bartender brought them over, as if he knew that Sebastian would order more. We grabbed them, and Sebastian took my hand, leading me to the back of the club. It wasn’t difficult to notice the heads that turned as we walked past, what I’m assuming, were his lackies. It felt exciting that they would know about what was about to happen. We make our way through a door guarded by security and as we walked past the bodyguard, Sebastian handed them a tip. Walking through the door, I kept sight of the security guard and saw them make their way further into the club. The door closed and he locked it behind us. When I turned around, I saw the room. It was decadent with lots of red velvet, a round bed that looked as plush as a cloud and a stripper pole smack bang in the middle. There were couches and seats scattered about the place. Sebastian placed his hand on the small of my back and led me over to one of the two couches, placing his drink on the glass table in front of it.

"Soundproof room, what do you think?" Sebastian cooed, putting his hand on my thigh. He was interesting, he was a man of the streets with a type of class that is hard to come by. Especially from my neck of the woods.

"Very glamorous" I purr.

"Let's cut to the chase. Panties off" he demanded.

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Chapter 2

You'll figure it out - Charlie

I was still shaken by what just happened. One day, our relationship is perfect, and the next, it’s broken and “can’t be fixed”. I’m trying to figure out what Ella was referring to when she said she was unhappy. I can’t remember a single time where she could have even alluded to her unhappiness.

Maybe this is all a test, and she doesn’t really want to divorce me. I’m a good husband, I look after her. My only downfall is that I’m unemployed, at least I think so. It’s been difficult. I didn’t realise until after graduating from university that The Neo Journal would be hard to get into.

Maybe this is just a lesson that Ella wants me to learn. A wake-up call so I can get back on my feet and continue providing for her. I am a good husband; I want to continue being a good husband. I’ll figure this out.

But for now, I need a place to sleep.

I walk to the closest hotel from our flat and make my way inside. This hotel isn’t terrible, it can be a bit expensive, but I have the funds for it. The hotel lobby has a minimalistic design with white leather couches, plush carpet, a fun freestanding waterfall feature and marble flooring that continued up the concierge’s desk.

“Hi! Can I get a room for the night?” I ask politely, giving the concierge a smile.

“Just for yourself, sir? Or are you expecting company?” The concierge asks, tapping away at his keyboard.

“Just me. No company” I add.

“A room for one night would be $1,800. Because you’re checking in late, we’ll have to ask you to pay upfront. Is that okay, sir?” The concierge informed.

“Sure. That’s no problem” I smile.

“Perfect. The machine is ready when you are sir” the concierge instructs, holding his hand out to gesture towards the card reader. I thank him and tap my phone against the screen of the card machine.

“Oh, I’m very sorry sir. It says your credit score is in the negatives. I’m afraid I can’t accept your card at this time” the concierge winces.

“What? Why does that matter? I have the money” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s company policy. We’re a high esteemed establishment and we only accept payment from people with appropriate credit scores” the concierge explains. He has a look on his face that seemed like a mixture of disgust and politeness.

“When was that implemented?” I ask, still confused.

“Since the bill went through government to prevent money laundering and… unsavoury folks from tainting our economy three years ago” the concierge further explains with a look of judgement. I guess I must have missed that article.

“I am not laundering money or an ‘unsavoury’ person, okay?” I defend.

“Sure, sir” the concierge smiles insincerely.

“Fine, I understand” I sigh, taking my cue to leave.

Unbelievable. The audacity. To even assume I’m either of those things is uncalled for. I’m an educated man, I’m just down on my luck is all. Maybe I can do an Infinite search for hotels that don’t care about this ‘credit score’ nonsense.

I search the internet through my phone for a reasonable hotel, deciding to go for a little walk as I do so. It doesn’t take long before I found a hotel online. It says specifically on its webpage that it accepts any credit score, whether good or bad. The only problem is, it’s a lengthy walk. About thirty minutes away. I could call a taxi, but they might deny my card also. Maybe walking could be good for me. I grab the address of the hotel from their website and put it into my Infinite Maps app through my smart glasses. My smart glasses are pretty nifty, they display a user interface onto the glass to integrate helpful information without affecting my vision. The directions are displayed onto my glasses, and I start my journey. A walk would be good, after all, it was a lovely night. The fluorescent lights of advertisements and neon signs lit up the dark sky. The cool air hit my skin as I walked through the city. It seemed quiet tonight, or maybe it was just the street I was on. I double check the map to make sure that I was following the navigation correctly. It was a bit strange that my navigation was sending me down an alleyway. Normally Infinite Maps only directs through main streets. I stopped at the entrance to the alley, it looked dark. There wasn’t much lighting up the path and I couldn’t see what was down there. I was nervous, but I swallowed it down taking a deep breath before continuing down the alley. As I made my way through, the smell of rotting garbage hit my nostrils. I use my free hand to cover my nose, but it didn’t help much. It’s fine, it’s not a lengthy alleyway, I just need to walk faster, and it’ll be over before I know it. I quicken my pace. It wasn’t long before I stepped in a puddle, soaking my socks.

“God damn it!” I curse, inspecting my foot. The water was gross, it left dirt stains on my sock.

“What’s a matter, pretty boy?” A mysterious voice called out from the shadows. My heart dropped.

“W-Who’s there?” I shout out, searching the darkness.

“Just your imagination” another voice escaped from the shadows. Fuck. Fuck this is bad. As much as I tried to find the source of the voices, I couldn’t see them. My heart was drumming in my chest. I had to get out of here. I make a break for it, running down the alleyway. Suddenly, a hand gripped onto my wrist, yanking me against the wall.

“What’s a guy like you doing in a shitty alley like this?” One of the voices showed themselves, leaning in to interrogate me. It was a punk, dressed in a spiky leather jacket and ripped jeans, sporting a neon green haircut. Two others got closer, another punk with a shaved head wearing a baggy shirt with patched up jeans, and a woman with red and white streaked hair wearing a filthy button up shirt and uneven pants. This wasn’t good.

“I-I’m just passing through. I don’t mean any trouble” I sweat. The punks were smiling sinisterly at me.

“Neither do we. If you hand us your phone” The punk with the green hair demanded, putting his hand out expectantly.

“I wonder what’s in that bag of his?” The one with the shaved head chuckled, reaching for the shoulder strap.

“W-What? N-No! It’s mine, you can’t have it!” I defend, looking to the end of the alleyway, hoping I can make a run for it. The punk with the shaved head grabbed my face, forcing me to look at them.

“Give us the phone and the bag” The shaved head punk demands, squeezing my cheeks. I couldn’t tell if they were a man or a woman, but their face was littered with tattoos.

“W-Will you let me go if I do?” I let out, hoping that they will be decent human beings.

“Sure” the green haired punk smiles. I sigh. I have no choice. If I don’t give them my things, I could die. But if I give them my phone and satchel that held my laptop, I’ll be without access to my bank account, my wife, my family. I can’t think about that now. I have to think about my survival. With a heavy heart, I hand them my locked phone and my satchel.

“Can I leave now?” I ask, the punk’s hand still gripping tightly onto my face. The green haired punk takes my phone and shoves it into his pocket, while the red haired punk put my satchel over her shoulder.

“No” the green haired punk smiles from ear to ear, before the one with the shaved head reels back and punches me in the stomach. I try to breathe but the wind was knocked out of me. I gasp, trying to take in air, and slide down the wall. Of course, they’d beat me up, how could I be so stupid? I flap around on the floor, desperately trying to breathe. Then one of the punk’s kicks me in the chest, and my ribs immediately hurt. I’m writhing in pain, when another kick lands against my shins. The pain is unbearable, I’m locked up in the foetal position. Another kick, this time in the head, and with the force of my head slamming against the brick wall behind me, I pass out.

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Chapter 1

The Beginning of the End - Charlie

Finding a job isn't easy. Finding a good place to work is even harder. I've been on the search for the right job for months, it's been a test of my mental stamina. Journalism isn't what it used to be. Written media these days is mostly celebrity gossip and conspiracy theories. The political climate has become an over-dramatized shit show. It seems as if both sides aren't fit for anyone.

Even with all that, there's one publication that seems to value the truth over gossip. The Neo Journal. I read their articles every day. Not only are their writers eloquent and fluent, but they are one of the only publications talking about the real issues. They're truly a rare gem. I've applied for them on multiple occasions but have yet to receive any word back. I guess my university degree and independent works aren't good enough for them. One day I'll work for the Neo Journal. Maybe I just need one piece that highlights my writing chops. Sadly, I've yet to find the inspiration for that one piece.

My life is pretty boring in my unemployment. I live with my wife, Ella. She's my rock. She's an Editor at a publishing company that specializes in non-fictional work, and she's been supporting us financially. I have self-issued myself the role of house husband, and I quite enjoy it! Even though I want to work, having a clean house and a wife that's properly fed makes me happy.

After taking the stairs to the 17th floor, I search my pockets to look for my key. It was strange though, when I put my key into the lock it wouldn't open.

"Ella. It's Charlie. My key isn’t working" I yell, rapping my knuckles on my front door. I hear movement. Shuffling feet grow louder, approaching the door. After a long day of job searching at the library, I was mentally drained. I looked forward to snuggling up with my wife on the couch and watching a movie.

“Good” Ellas’s voice was muffled by the door and the walls between us, surely, I was mistaken by what I heard.

“Sorry? I didn’t catch that. Can you let me in, please?” I yell again. I shuffle on the spot; my satchel weighed heavy on my shoulder.

“I said good! I changed the locks” Ella shouted through the door.

“I wish you would have told me about that so I could have bought a new key” I yell and mumble at the same time. Ella forgets to tell me things sometimes, but she’s a busy woman so I don’t blame her.

“I don’t have to tell you anything” she yells.

“Ella, honey, I’ve had a long day. Can you please just let me in?” I beg.

"No, I don't think I will" She pouts, or I assume she is.

"Ella, I hear that you’re upset. I don’t know what I have done, but I’ll make it up to you. Open the door so that I can fix it"

“You can’t fix what’s already broken, Charlie”

“Broken? What are you talking about?”

“Our relationship, Charlie. It’s not working out anymore”

“Darling, we can talk about this. Can you let me in? We’ll have some coffee and talk about it. We can figure this out”

"I want a divorce, Charlie!" She shouts. My knees buckle at her words.

"A divorce? What? No! Can you let me in so we can talk?" I plead. I'm taken back by her words. I know things have been rocky but going that far is a bit extreme. We're supposed to be there for each other, and I've tried my hardest to be a good husband. I didn’t have the energy for this right now, my brain was fried. Not to mention the sheer embarrassment of the neighbours hearing our lovers spat.

"NO! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO SEE ME EVER AGAIN!" Ella wails like a banshee. Her voice piercing my ears even through the cover of the door.

"Ella, you're being irrational. Let me in, we'll talk it over. We'll think it through. I get it, you're angry, but we should think about something like that calmly with a clear and level head" I beg. I don't want to be without her. Even with the rollercoaster of emotions she's put me through, I still love her.

"I have thought about it, Charlie. I am level-headed. Our marriage hasn't been working out and I think it's about time we admit to that" She pouts.

"Ella, I made a vow to be there for you in sickness and in health. I have been distracted and I admit to it. I'll do better, I promise" I plead, leaning against the door in my weakness.

"Do you know how many times you've said that, and nothing has happened? I don't believe you will do better honestly" she hisses.

"Ella! God, please! Can we talk about this in the flat? The neighbours can hear everything" I beg, cowering against the door.

"Good! Let the neighbours know that I have a terrible EX-HUSBAND!" Ella screamed.

"Ella! Don’t be like that. Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?" I ask. This is embarrassing.

"Don't act dumb! I've been telling you for years that I'm unhappy and you've stood by and done nothing! I've tried to fix us, but nothing has worked! I'm exhausted! I can't do it anymore!" Ella sounds so hurt and frustrated. I can't bear to hear her like this. I need to hold her and tell her that it'll all be okay. One day.

"Look, I'm sorry. Okay? We'll go to couple’s therapy. We can work this out" I try to bargain. Yet I'm confused, searching my brain for memories of when Ella would have genuinely told me that she was unhappy. She pouts constantly and judges me at times, sure, but I can't recall a single time she's said anything about trying to mend our relationship.

"Are you not listening to me? It's not WORKING!" Her voice raspy and desperate.

"Ella! This is ridiculous! Let me in!" my face feels hot. I can't tell if I'm angry, sad or mortified. Probably all three.

"No!" She screamed so defiantly.

"It's my home too!"

"Not anymore!"

"You're kicking me out??" I bark. Tears welling in my eyes.

"Yes! You're never allowed in the flat again!"

"Where am I supposed to go? You know I don't have anywhere!"

"You'll figure it out"

"Ella! Let me in!"

"No! I'm done! It's over" She screams, surely her throat hurts just as much as mine.

"What about my stuff? My clothes?" I ask. But she doesn't answer.

"ELLA!" I scream again, knocking on the door feverishly.

"ELLA! LET ME IN! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!” desperate wails followed by desperate knocking. Still no answer. Tears stream down my hot cheeks and I let the sadness take over. Crying turns into a blubber as fat tears roll down my face.

I stood there crying, uncertain of what to do. The sound of a door opening down the hall caught my attention, and a head peeked out.

"Hey, could you keep it down?" The head shouted out.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving" I scream with vitriol before storming out of the building.

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I spent way too long making a render of a background character because I made her in the sims initially and thought her design was really cool. Anyway, this is Anoxia Scales. She's a Vulture. @gutterbonestm is my art account, check it out if you wanna see other stuff!

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Official Fluorescent Vermin Playlist

I'm constantly changing and updating this to fit the vibes but here is the playlist for my story

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I drew Jasper again between working on my first page. Enjoy Miss Connor looking glamourous af

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I'm working on the cityscape for the first page, and it's looking really cool but it has been pretty time consuming. So please, enjoy how cool it looks so far and imagine how awesome it'll look when I actually finish it.

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I hope this formats semi-nice, but here is a sketch dump. When drawing characters I've never drawn before or am changing the design of, I tend to do just standard mug shots. It helps my brain visualise them better. Idk it just helps. In order, we have Izzy, Wisteria, Gage, Percy and Sebastian.