I know this hasn't really been done on k5 before, at least to my knowledge, I hope you don't mind me experimenting like this. Anyway, I'm curious as to what you think? Is it any good? Would you pay $5 for the final draft in HTML format
:P? How do you feel about the idea of posting original works of fiction on Kuro5hin?
Finally, if you like TRE, I've got some Short stories up on the web as well. Anyway, here is the story:
The Reflection Engine, Chapter 0: megatek
Ama Hatori stood in the shadows. She was a beautiful woman, Asian. She was tall for a Japanese, with shoulder length hair as dark as the night, and Clothes as dark as her hair. Illuminated by the stark blue lights of Tokyo at night, far below her.
The gun was held at her chest, pointed upwards. It was beautiful in its own respect, not for its esthetics, but the idea behind it, the power that it held. It was an Industrial design, with a dull silver finish. It had a short muzzle, but was extended about 8 inches by a cylindrical silencer.
She had been there for a long time, waiting, though she showed no signs of fatigue, or boredom, she stood with the inhuman patients of a machine. At 11:58, she heard them coming down the hallway.
As they came through the door, it obscured their view of her, and when they cleared it, she closed it with her foot.
There were two men, one a short Japanese man, old. He looked to be in his 50s or 60s, with silver strands in his black hair. Is face was wide, with thin lines of agedness. His black eyes looked at the tip of the silencer in terror.
The other man did not. Nor did he show any other signs of fear. His eyes were as calm as Hatori's, they were looking at each other, but it seemed as if he was looking into her, his green eyes piercing her, studying her. And although she didn't show it, it unnerved her.
"Hatori" He said, his voice was smooth and calculated.
"You know why I'm here, westerner" she responded, in perfect English. "Not so happy to see me again so soon, are you?" And Her lips bent into the smile of a murder, but his eyes had robbed her of her calm, and he didn't seem unhappy with the situation. But she was She was too nervous to change the speech on the fly.
"I knew that I would see you again, Hatori. Although, I had hoped it would be under more pleasant circumstances". He spoke came slowly. There was an absolute composure to his words, and his eyes. Hatori had not anticipated this in anyway, this coolness, this stare. This wasn't the way that things were supposed to be going.
The Japanese man, clearly shaken spoke up. "We can pay you, anything," his voice, in broken English, was trembling, fearful.
Hatori never moved her eyes, or her gun from the westerner, but he smiled upon hearing this. "She cannot be bought, of course." He responded in Japanese, though voice held the hint of an American accent. He never broke eye contact with Hatori. "To dissuade someone Koshi, you must first, understand why they are doing what they are doing."
"She is doing this because she is a slave" again in English. Emphasizing the word 'slave' "Annabelle, You must listen to me."
Upon hearing that name, Hatori lost any pretence of composure. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened, sucking in air. "How did you know that name?!" She demanded in Japanese.
"I know more about you then you could imagine, Annabelle"
"How did you know that fucking name!" She asked in English, The urgency was overwhelming. There was involuntary movement in her arm, a threatening motion with the gun.
"Anything!" the Japanese man cried. "We can give you anything you want."
"Koshi, Shut up", the westerner said, the calmness gone. He broke his eye contact with Hatori.
Hatori pointed her gun at the Japanese man. There was a soft thunk, as she shot him. His head cracked open. The westerner grabbed the silencer, and forced the aim away from himself, He pushed his body into hers, pinning her against the wall. He wasn't supposed to be this strong, no one was "Listen to me, Ama" he said.
Hatori jerked her hand in a 90-degree motion, the gun followed but not the silencer. And with a click the two became separate. And the westerner was no longer holding anything of value. Before he could react, she shot him in the abdomen. It was a lot louder this time.
His eyes widened in shock, and he fell back, onto the soft, tan carpet. His hands griped the wound, clutching in desperation.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that her cover had been blown, that she was no longer covert. The shots had been too loud without the silencer. She knew she had to run, that time was all she had now. But she didn't.
She walked over to the man, and knelt down, and again they look into each other's eyes. He was still alive. And again she felt as if he was looking into her mind.
"Annabelle" he whispered.
She gazed back into his eyes, those eyes.
"Finish the job Annabelle," she said to her self. She had only ever used that name, the only place she had ever heard it was in her own mind. But he knew it to, and he was calling her by it.
"Annabelle, listen" he whispered again, his breath was leaving him.
Hatori could feel tears welling up in her eyes. How did he know that fucking name?
"Finish the job," she said again, in her mind, and she pointed the gun at the westerners face, at those eyes. For the first time he showed fear.
"Ama?" He said it in a rising tone, with rising volume and rising fear.
She pulled the trigger. And then again, And again until the gun would fire no more, until those piercing eyes were gone.
"Fuck" she muttered. Her face was covered with a mixture of blood and tears.
"FUCK!!" She screamed for what seemed like forever, and then that over and over again at a volume and energy constant because it was at the maximum. There was no reason to hide now, they knew where she was, they were coming, and she could hear their footsteps. Running. She heard... seven maybe five minutes away. She didn't know what kind of security mega-tek had, but she who she was; she was the deadly Ama Hatori! And they would be no matches for her! Of course not! "Come on Annabelle" and then that name again, she had never wondered why she called herself that... no one ever had, but then, this man.
"Move Hatori, move!" she whispered.
And then she was running.