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May Speculative Fiction – One Hundred Million Dollar Man

Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

 

One Hundred Million Dollar Man

 

He gazed in the mirror, examined the right side of his body. The crisscross intertwined wires on his arm and hand resembled the veins and blood vessels.  Screws joined the wires at the junctures of the shoulder, elbow, wrist and finger joints. The metal on his right chest resembled the rib cage except it extended to the waistline. Inside the rib cage was a mercury-like lung. He smiled and switched the focus on the right arm, beamed with the left eye, zoomed in and out to magnify the images. He blinked and the zooming was gone. He blinked again, any movement of the dust in the air caused an acute alertness.

“Honey, your manager Mr. Pacheco is here.”

“Thank you, dear. I’ll be right there.” He folded the right hand into a fist with a squeeze, the skin on the right side of his body closed with no trace of wires and metal.

“Hi Ron.”

“Xylon, let’s step outside to talk.”

Xylon crabbed a shirt to put on while walking outside.

“For the next fight, Mr.  Marlow wants you to do a knockout in 15 seconds. That would put you on #1 of the Heavyweight Knockouts. He doesn’t want to mess around with the sissy exchanges.”

“No problem, Ron.”

“He also wants you to blow his brain out.”

“I can’t do that. His wife and my wife are friends.”

“You don’t have to kill him, just make sure he doesn’t bounce back.”

“I can do that much. I’m just not a killer.”

“You’re lucky. When the car crashed into the side of our car, it smashed half of your body. I phoned Mr. Marlow, and he instructed me to take you to Dr. Lebedev’s lab. Doc’s experiment was 1% from being perfect but Mr. Marlow wanted him to fix you anyway.”

“I’m thankful Doc saved my life.”

“We’ll take you to Dr. Lebedev for maintenance once a month. We can’t guarantee what you got is all you need to be alive. Mr. Marlow made a one hundred million dollar investment on you. He also made an investment on Dr. Lebedev’s research to perfect you.”

“I owe Mr. Marlow my life.”

“You do. He has great plans for you. He wants to pay a visit to the Federal Union Bank next Tuesday. Your eye will come in handy and you’ll unlock the code for the vault within 30 seconds.”

“This is going too far. I’m a fighter, not a criminal, Ron.”

“You don’t want to argue with Mr. Marlow. He saved you and wants your family to have a comfortable life.”

“What does it have anything to do with my family?”

“This is the end of our conversation. We’ll pick you up next Tuesday at 1:00 p.m.”

 

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This post is written in response to Diana Wallace Peach‘s May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt. If interested, click the link to find out how it works. You have until May 23rd to submit a response. Happy Writing!

 

May Speculative Fiction – One Hundred Million Dollar Man

 

March Speculative Fiction Prompt – The Cage

The Cage

“You can drop me off here, Aiden.” Kyla grabbed the purse at her feet.

“Are you sure? It’s a long walk home for you.” Aiden turned off the ignition, reached his hand over to touch Kyla’s shoulder, met her eyes with his puzzled look.

“I’m okay. I don’t want to wake up anybody.” Kyla wanted to get out of the car but was not in a hurry.

“But it’s dark.”

“Don’t worry.”

“Be careful. Text me when you get home.” He rubbed her shoulder with one hand and touched hers with the other.

“I sure will.”

“I’ll text you when I’m ready.”

“Okay.”

I’ll take the cross walk here. The whole town is asleep. Kyla pulled her cardigan sweater tighter across her chest.

Good, the light is out in the living room. I’ll go in from the back of the house, just in case. She unlocked the door and opened it with a slow motion, listened to any faintest squeak.

“Hey sis, you’re late to come home.” Cole’s silhouette popped up from the chair in the kitchen.

“Uh, Cole, why are you still up? You scared me.” Kyla moved into the moonlit area of the kitchen.

“I thought you worked from 6:00 to 10:00 p.m. tonight. I wanted to borrow money from you to go camping with my friend tomorrow.”

“No problem, Cole. I made good tips tonight. How were things at home?”

“Same thing. She cried and yelled at Dad all night.”

“Do you want to come to my room to talk?” Kyla tiptoed to her room. Cole slid his feet close to the floor, not to kick anything by accident.

“Sorry, Cole for getting us in this situation. I thought Mom was bad, this bitch is hell.” Kyla pulled the clothes out from her drawer and closet.

“Well, sis, how did we know?”

“Mom jumped on me every second she got and didn’t let us see Dad. I wanted to stay away from her.”

“The day we came to Dad’s place was the same day he brought Josie and her kids home.”

“She never liked me and made me her slave for two years. All she does is crying, yelling, sleeping and making more babies.” Kyla grabbed more things from the bathroom and threw them in the bed.

“She couldn’t touch me because Dad didn’t let her.”

“Good for you, Cole. At least you could go to school. I’m her slave during the day and work in the restaurant at night to earn my allowance. She made me sick.”

Kyla yanked a duffel bag from the closet and shoved all the stuff from the bed into the bag.

“What are you doing, sis?”

“I’m going away with Aiden. He’s picking me up in a few hours and driving to Los Angeles. If we leave by 5:00 a.m., we’ll be there in the evening.”

“What? She’d be mad and get Dad to go after you.”

“By the time she opens her eyes, I’d be long gone. Besides, I just turned eighteen thirty minutes ago.”

“Text me when you get there, sis.”

“I will, Cole. I’ll be back to get you when you finish high school.”

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March Speculative Fiction Prompt – The Cage

February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt – The Land of Sweet

This post is written for  February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt hosted by D. Wallace Peach.

 

Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala

The Land of Sweet

“It was a fierce battle our Mouse King and the mice soldiers had, Mickie.”

“Yes, he stabbed the Nutcracker and almost killed him.”

“But Clara threw the slipper at the King to distract him, and the Nutcracker took the chance to kill him.”

“I know, Milenko, he was our King, but he treated us in Mouseland horribly. We had no power for a civil war. Now Justice is served.”

“It horrified me when the Nutcracker thrust his sword through the King’s chest. The other soldiers killed all the mice soldiers. I was afraid that they would kill us too. My heart almost jumped out of my mouth, so I ran as fast as I could and dashed into your house.” Read more