Saturday, February 26, 2011

Life in contrast

Hey folks, here's your fill of Ankoku no Ki for the week. This chapter highlights the new character Melanie Carter, a seductive 22 year-old from NYC. I hope you enjoy her as much as I do.


Chapter 11:

Someone Save Me

            “Someone kill me” was the sum of Melanie Carter’s thoughts as she sat at a small table in a small cafĂ© in downtown Tokyo whose name she had already forgotten. Across the table was a young Japanese boy in his mid twenties. When they had first met, Melanie had that the boy was cute, but now, as he rambled on about his view on the Union’s government, she was tired of him.
            At the age of twenty-two, Melanie was the second oldest of her roommates—Dr. Hartmann being the first—and frequently acted the part. Her blond hair, hazel eyes, smooth and tan skin, and curvy body always guaranteed that she would find a date whenever she wanted. Not to mention, whenever her looks didn’t get the job done, she always knew the right words to make a man sweat with nervousness as he was seduced by her soft voice. In the olden days, she would have probably been liked to siren, only prettier, with the way she lured men in only to crush their hearts. But such wasn’t always her fault. I mean, the girl’s libido was constantly bigger than the valedictorian brain in her skull. In the palm of her hands she held the potential to advance the world far beyond its current state, yet chose to primarily indulge herself in carnal passion.
            Taking a long, loud sip of tea she disappeared into her mind for a bit, thinking of how she wanted the boy before her—whose name she also had forgotten—to shut up so she could take him back to her apartment and tear his close off. The warm liquid jump softly out of its resting place as her lips softly touched the cold ceramic cup. The warm liquid slid easily down her throat as she imagined the tongue of the vociferous boy in front of her in its place.
            “Melanie?” asked the boy, shaking her from her thoughts.
            “Yes?” she asked sweetly.
            “What were you thinking about just now?”
            “Nothin’ but you, hot stuff.” Melanie winked flirtatiously then slowly licked the remnants of her tea from her top lip as she lowered the cup from her mouth. The boy laughed lightly with a light grin forming about his face. Attempting to push the boy to where she wanted, she smiled back at him in a promiscuous fashion, letting her beautiful hair drape down over her right eye. She looked even cuter when she played her little games and was almost certain that her trick had worked when the boy grabbed her hand from across the table. Unfortunately, all that happened next was his opinions about how the U.S. should give up their war efforts.
            Melanie continued to smile her fake little smile that anyone other than the oblivious socialist in front of her could have seen through. Softly she sighed, gently rubbing her finger pointer finger over the boy’s white hand, thinking to herself, “I’m never gonna get laid, am I?”


            Darkness had covered the colorful Japanese sky overhead as Melanie started home with disappointment on both her mind and her face. Her date night had ended when she ditched her boring date on the third hour of his speech on the fallacy of supercapitalism. “All I’d wanted was a lil lovin’,” she said to herself. “Why do boys have to be such morons?” She sighed heavily as she turned a corner a mile from her apartment.
            The street she was on was scarcely populated by only a few pedestrians walking briskly on the opposite side of the street and the distinct, distant sound of motorcycles cutting gently through the dead air. With the bad reputation of the area and only a few residences in the run-down buildings along the street, it was no wonder why very few people traveled such a deserted path. “I wonder if there’s still a way to turn this night around.”
            Quickly the distant, gently hum of the motorcycles grew to a loud racket of roaring motors and drunken voices. As the first bike passed by, the rider yelled to his fellow gang members and they circled back around towards Melanie. She glanced over her shoulder in time to see the bikers pass by once more, only centimeters from the curb.
            She stopped walking as the first of the bikes parked a little over a decameter away, with the rest of the bikes close behind the first.
            “I guess they’ll hafta do…” she thought aloud with a girlish smile as six buff, Asian bikers dismounted their vehicles.
[For the record, the bikers were Japanese (who would have known, right?). This entire interaction was spoken in complete Japanese and has been thoroughly translated for your convenience.]
            “Hey there, girlie,” the leader and largest member of the pack said in a low voice with a perverted grin. “You wanna take a ride?” The rest of the bikers chuckled loudly in the background.
            “Not today, gentlemen. You see, I’m horny as hell and desperately need something to fill my empty hole that’s been aching all night, if you know what I mean.” She smiled flirtatiously at the leading man who proceeded to laugh coolly at the situation and advance towards the fragile-looking young woman. When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and pulled her tightly against his body which clearly dwarfed hers.
            “I have just what you need, little lady. I can easily help you fill your hole, if you know what I mean.”
            “I’m sure I do,” she whispered seductively, allowing him to take her body even tighter into his and her lips to draw closer to his. “But, I’m afraid that the two of us are on two completely separate pages tonight.” She jabbed two of her fingers deep into his right thigh, making the gangster cry out in pain.
            “You bitch!” he screamed. She laughed devilishly as she slowly drew her fingers out of his thigh and the light out of his eyes. Her fingers took a curved path which ended with her two digits pointing upwards towards the darkened sky and a stream of dirty water snaking from the gangster’s wound up Melanie’s extended arm. His entire body gradually imploded itself as all the liquid in his body escaped to surround Melanie’s arm and solidify into a clear blade of what appeared to be crystallized water. She smiled at her acquisition.
            “It’s too bad really,” she spoke to the rest of the gang who now cowered in fear at the sight of the intimidating woman. “He should have approached me earlier when all I wanted was sex.” She giggled lightly with glee. “Oh well, I guess you’re all at a loss.” With an excited yell, Melanie ran at the gang of men slicing through each of their bodies with the blade on her arm, their blood becoming part of her blade the second it escaped into the air. The clear blade had become crimson by the time the last body had fallen. “Well, whadya know. All of them are dead. Oh well, I had fun.” With a large smile she drove her blade into the ground and pulled her arm out from amidst the crystal, the solid mass becoming liquid once more when it no longer touched her soft, seductive body.

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