After The Flash: Fanfiction, R.T. Adams [color ebook reader txt] 📗

me,” he said. That is true, most of the elder CDF soldiers shoot any non-CDF related people the moment they see them. I picked up my Jorgen and hung it over my shoulder.

“So, what are you doing out here?” I asked, hoping for a simple story. Something like “I just want to be out here,” or “It’s peaceful.”

“Take a seat,” he said. Seems like I won’t be as short as I hoped. “When I was young, I started building my body, so I could become part of the CDF. I also wished I could escape from the subway, but I ended up getting lost barely into the subway. Someone found me, a CDF search party member. They weren’t looking for me, but they knew I was a part of the town,. I was quite a troublemaker back then, so my name was fairly known. I joined the CDF the moment I could, when I was fifteen. However, when they murdered my friend about thirty years ago, I left them and came here, where my old mentor used to live. He taught me how to live here. Now, I’m forty-two and I’m taking his place, but I won’t teach anybody.” It was a bit shorter than I expected, but it passed a little bit of time, Exactly what I needed. However, I guess it wasn’t, since I heard sounds of CDF radios going on and off, coming this way.

“Thanks for the story, but I have to get out of here,” I said, “I’m ditching the CDF.” I stood up and started for the exit. It doesn’t seem he cares if I leave or not. I ran out the other side of the walls. Apparently, they would actually search this far. If that man’s there, I guess this is as far as they’ll go.

I kept running, until I believed they weren’t following me anymore. By the time I started walking, I saw light coming from further down the tunnel. I kept walking towards it, seeing a road that had collapsed from the surface. I climbed up and it was still somewhat dark. I looked around, but it was too dark to see anything further than my lantern’s light could reach. I looked around, seeing a town behind me. It seemed like further than the town, there was water. The ocean. I started walking to the town, which was surprisingly a very short walk. By the time I had got to the town, I realized it was a port town. Was this the town they used to transport goods and units back and forth? I walked around the town and it was much more lively than I expected. People were chatting, laughing, and even drinking beer as if the war never existed between the CDF and USCPF. When I looked up, I saw a flag, a CDF flag. It seems this is the town they use. I walked up to a bar and ordered a beer. I had a bit of money on me, but not a lot.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” someone from behind me had asked a question, so I turned to look at them. It was a woman, a slender body. I couldn’t see anything but her build, due to her rather tight black latex clothes. Her left arm was the only part that wasn’t covered in latex, along with her head. However, she wore black cloth on her head, so I couldn’t see her hair. She had blue eyes, and she seemed flexible. She’s not very strong, but she’s fast and flexible, someone I couldn’t win against. Besides, it’s against my policies to harm a woman.

“No, I’m not from around here. I’m from a town in the subway,” I said, “Why do you ask?” I stared her in the eyes. Most men wouldn’t be able to resist the charm of a woman like this.

“Your Jorgen is old news. No one here uses a Jorgen anymore,” she said, “Also knowing that I’ve never seen your face and that you can resist my charm. No one in this town can really resist my charm.” She seems like the one who likes attention, but I can’t tell. However, I can tell that she likes to tease men with her body. Her zipper is worn. With breasts as nice as those, I’m sure any man would get a good loving out of her.

“I’m thinking about quitting the CDF, running off somewhere,” I said, knowing she’d hear. Then, the bartender came back and set my beer on the counter.

“Seven,” he said. I suppose he meant seven dollars, but I didn’t have enough. I don’t imagine CDF soldiers get a discount, though.

“I only have four,” I said. He looked a bit mad, but then the lady stepped in and gave him seven, then he was satisfied.

“You owe me. You should quit the CDF and come with me, as a freelancer,” I thought about it for a moment, but then again, I was going to head to Crane Town across the ocean.

“I’m trying to get to Crane Town, so I’m not sure I can come along with you,” I said, standing. She was a bit shorter than me, about six inches. I started to walk to the shore, but just then, she wrapped her body around me, forcing me to the ground. She sat on me, keeping me pinned. My Jorgen scattered off nearby, but too far for me to grab. My knife was still on my chest, but she pinned my arms to my sides.

“You do owe me, buddy, don’t try running off,” she said. She did pay for the beer, but I want to get to Crane Town as fast as possible. “Look, I’ll go to Crane Town with you, but I’m coming back here as soon as possible.” I looked at her, but it doesn’t seem my message got through.

“The ship to get back here will be three more months, you sure you’re willing to take that?” I said, but she grinned, then laughed a bit. I guess she’s fine with it. She unzipped her suit, a quarter way, and reached into the suit. She grabbed a card and laid it on my chest, zipping her suit back up. She then got off me and I grabbed the card and my Jorgen. I threw the Jorgen over my shoulder and looked at the card. Akina Kirou. Age 22. Apparently, she comes from a secret faction called the Alliance of Kouzin, more known as “Ay oh kay,” or just AOK.

“Nothing’s too long a trip for me, boy,” she said. Being 22, she’s younger than me, so I don’t see why she calls me a boy. Alas, my journey of the surface world is to begin.

Before we leave for Crane Town, we got ourselves a small snack. I saw the ship, and knew it was headed to Crane Town, because of the symbol on the ship. The CDF symbol. Also, before we leave, Akina gave me clothes to change into. It was a white undershirt with a black trench coat. There was a white hood on the undershirt. The pants were brown, with straps all over them. There was also a black mask part to go over my mouth. It was a bit strange, but I just went with it. What kind of clothes are these? I even think there’s a holster on the inside of the trench coat under both of my arms. To hold the holsters up, straps around my chest. There was also a knife sheath on my chest and on the lower part of my left thigh. There was another holster on the upper part of my right thigh, a sack under the holster, and above the knife sheath. As we got on the ship, we quickly headed to a room that she had already acquired. She walked in on me as I was throwing my trench coat on. She handed me three pistols, all of the same kind, and two knives, both the same. I put two guns in the holsters under my arms and one in the holster on my leg, then I put the knives in the sheathes.

“You’re going to need to know how to be properly trained in order to officially join us,” she said, but that would probably take some time, considering I’m used to the CDF ways. She walked behind me and placed a plastic knife to my throat, the other around my body. She probably wants me to disarm her or escape, but with her experience, I probably won’t be able to. I quickly grabbed her arm to lift it over my head and to twist it, but before I could twist it, she quickly placed one leg behind my legs and forced me down. Guess it was a wrong move.

“Is this really necessary?” I asked. She just stood and placed the plastic knife in a sack on her lower left thigh. She then grabbed an actual knife from the sheath on her lower right thigh. She ran up and jabbed towards my head, but I moved before she could hit me and grabbed her arm. I then swiped my leg, colliding our legs, tripping her. Her body was flung over mine and she landed back first onto the bed, my hand still on her wrist. I didn’t mean to do it on purpose. It sort of happened all by instinct.

“It seems you can’t fight back until you know something’s really serious,” she said, “I’ll have to train you with actual weapons and not fakes.” She stood up and walked towards me, leaving the knife on the floor. She grabbed my wrist and brought me out of the room, to the deck. I saw people sitting in chair at tables, talking, cleaning guns, playing cards and chess, and many more things. She brought me to a table closer to the edge of the ship. I sat and there was a chess board that had already been set up sitting on the table. I ended up being white, so I moved first. Chess was a game I’ve played since I was young, and none of the other people seem to be experienced enough to beat me. However, apparently, she knows how to play chess very well, also. However, in the end, I won, just barely, with my King, a Rook, the Queen, and a Knight left.

“You’re quite a competition,” I said.

“I wouldn’t say the same about you,” she grinned.

“How come?” I asked.

“I could have won if I wanted about twenty moves ago,” she said, “You aren’t exactly very smart if you leave your King so vulnerable against a Queen.” I forgot about it, and I don’t think I even saw it.

“How would you have won, exactly?” I said.

“You left the entire left side open, and my Queen was in just the right placement on the right side. My rook was covering the entire left lane, but you ignored it. I could’ve won,” she seemed to have remembered everything about that move. It’s true, I leave my King wide open, but it’s a strategy I use to reel in people’s pieces. I won’t say how I could’ve easily countered her attack. We excused ourselves from the table after resetting the chess board. She brought me back to the room and I sat at a table while she went to lay down on the bed.

“What now?” I said.

“We sleep,” she said, getting back up and unzipping her latex suit. I wasn’t exactly tired yet, so I grabbed a book from a bookshelf that was next to the door and went to get sit back down. When I looked up, she was in her underwear brushing her hair. I don’t see why she’s brushing her hair when she’s about to go to sleep, but it’s none of my concern. She took a seat at the other end of the small table. She stared at me for a moment, and I found it rather unsettling. When I