ROY G BIV Tag
Ehy @avrablake! Thanks for the tag!
Rules: find the seven colors of the rainbow in your wips
(This is from H00D, my cyberpunk Robin Hood retelling.)
RED
He grunted, and his fingertips descended on the keyboard. Worth it. All he needed to do was change a number. From two to three. Inspector William Brewer modified and changed the file. In the morning, somebody else would’ve reopened it, and nobody would’ve noticed the last edit. With the click of the red X at the top of the document, Robert Loxley died for the world.
ORANGE
The bike took the side alley with a screech, leaving a black trail on the asphalt. The rider disappeared from under the street lights. After a few seconds, the orange glow of the suburbs painted red and blue with the lights from the police hoverbikes. The two armored vehicles, white in the shadows, glided half a meter from the ground, their skirts brushing the dirt as the two cops bent sideways to enter the alley.
YELLOW
She held him tightly and walked backwards, pulling him along. His heels left shallow furrows in the grass, and his head lolled with every movement, but they eventually reached the black door behind the main building. Mathilda, drenched in sweat, avoided the garbage bags stored there and fumbled to keep Guy up and hit the button on the yellow wall at the same time. “Come on… come on!” She begged. Her arms trembled, and she had her hair everywhere--in her mouth, in her eyes and ears. Guy’s eyes were half closed and rolled back in his head, and she snarled at him. “You’re no help, you know?” The lift arrived with a loud metal clang and the doors opened with a scratching noise.
GREEN
“Time’s up!” Mathilda sighed in light disappointment when the open, blood-slick thorax in front of her flickered and disappeared, leaving in its place the clean and scratched pale green surface of her desk. With a shrug she removed her visor and rubbed her eyes against the too bright light of the classroom. Around her, a dozen of her classmates were doing the same; their faces ranged from worried to resigned. “Damn. I killed another one”, said the curly haired guy behind her. “No big deal, Sianic: as long as we’re working with simulators, we can afford a massacre”, said the plump dark woman that passed among the desks to collect the visors. “Still, maybe it would be better to skip cardiac surgery and opt for something less dangerous for your patients. Like dermatology, maybe?”
BLUE
“Are you sure you don’t need my password?” The screen faded from blue to black, and strings of endless symbols filled the darkness. Alan’s question hadn’t vanished entirely yet when Rob plucked the right strings. He was in, and from the wallpaper a very naked, very modified and extremely flashy girl stared at him with bright metallic eyes. “Classy”, Rob giggled. Still, he gave the model a thorough check. It didn’t last long. When the cloud painted his world white and dazzling, Rob lost every interest in the physical world. Roads that only existed in his head unfurled all around him, and he knew which way to take.
VIOLET
He got to his feet with a grunt and picked his bag from the floor where Jo had dropped it. The roll of violet bills bounced on the cushions. “The money’s here”, he muttered. Nobody answered, but Red’s voice rose in a furious protest. No, thanks but no thanks, I’m too tired for this shit. “... no common sense in that--thanks Rob--in that little head of yours! I can’t believe it!” Well, at least Jo had thanked him at last.
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