Ok, so last week i said i'd have a little surprise for you, well i've taken a break from acting at the moment ( there' simply not that many good stories around that interest me) the last offer i had was to play the leader of a buch of canibals stuck out in a small town, see...being an actor in Australia sucks big time.
So i've been smashing the keyboard the last few weeks and this week I'm posting the intro to my thriller Novel based on the Cyberpunk genre. I'm still writting the first draft so i've got about another couple of months writting ahead of me but from what i've shown to a few people they seem rather interested in it so fingers crossed. Without further adu here's the intro :-
Hcaep slipped on the wet pavement, bullets whizzing past his head missing by a few millimetres and impacting with the buildings veneer . The shards of brick and concrete sprayed out in all directions in a symphony of debris. Pieces of the structure tore through the side of his face and down his arm, shredding it like a cheese grater while his blood and rock mixed with the falling rain. The ruddy water running into the gutter and disappearing into the sewer grate nearby. Letting out an all mighty roar he clenched the strips of dangling flesh that once made up his cheek. Crawling around the corner, the cold night air felt like white hot flames filling his lungs. Exhausted and tired he looked down, the earlier bullet wound to his leg had cauterized but somewhere inside blood continued to pump, beneath his three quarter flyer pants his leg was swollen and now had a purple hue too it. The Microfilament body armour he wore had shielded him from the initial onslaught and gave him enough time to react before the second wave had hit his leg.
"****, I just wanted to make a few extra creds" tears maturing in his eyes, this night was turning out a lot different than he had planned.
"Give it up Hcaep, we only want the data block back, give it up and you can still walk away. "the voice getting closer.
"Walk away! You******** shot me in the leg!"
"You stole Mr Trevors research, what did you expect" Said another voice circling around
breathing hard the tears rolled down his face and became one with the rain, Hcaep looked down at the stolen data block in his hand, this small storage device was going to be the death of him. The zing of an occasional bullet flew past, metres beside him. Charged by the Humanish Society to steal the data block he was going to sell it to the highest bidder, if the society wanted it that bad, they would have to up their price for the small gold coloured device. His greed was going to cost him and it was a mistake he learnt too late.
From the side alley a Jument merc approached in silence, the rain covering her heavy footsteps.
"Come on Hcaep, throw the device out and we'll let you go", the voices now coming from the other side of the street. How many were there? How many agents had the WFO sent? How important was the info on this data block? Hcaep's mind racing, trying to figure a way out of the nightmare, he edged closer to the crumbling buildings corner and darted a look as the occasional bullet raced by. Four dark figures were moving up, partially concealed by the downpour. The Jument merc had gone around from the back while the others kept him occupied and was now watching him from the side ally, drawing her gun she trained her dodger SII firearm on the back of his neck. Her fat calloused finger squeezed the trigger, the click of the round chambering alerted Hcaep of his impending death from behind. The zip of the weapon discharged and he cried out accepting his fate. Silence.
He opened his eyes, looking down at his torso in shock, searching for the leaking plasma, or guts but found nothing. The momentary joy of being alive gave way as he swung around to were his killer should have been.
Standing over the dead Jument was a short bald cyber agent his weapon aimed on the Jument body.