Chapter #4Ashe, the leader of the Deadlock Gang. by: Rock-writer   Ashe sat in a room, mulling over her next move. Trying to work the logistics of the operation out was starting to give her a headache. If that stupid cowboy hadn’t interfered with her last job things would have been much easier, but now her relationship with her contractor was tenuous at best. To make matters worse, Talon was being extremely uncooperative and making unreasonable demands. It also didn’t help that they never wanted to divulge their plans making them an unknown factor. Giving up, Ashe slammed her fist down on the table in frustration.
“Goddammit. Someone get me a drink!” She howled hoping one of her lackeys would hear her.
She leaned back in her chair and pursed her red lips. Picking up a different data pad, she reviewed what she had gotten from the last raid.
“Useless, useless, building materials, useless.” None of the haul seemed valuable to her as her red eyes scanned over the inventory manifest. Tossing the data pad aside, she got up and walked over to one of the last few crates they had yet to inspect. Grabbing a crowbar, she jammed it into the side of the box and cracked it open, some dust spewing out of the case causing her to cough.
“Shit, even this is as old as dirt.”
She fanned away the dust and curled her fingers under the lid, ripping it off the rest of the way. Inside, she found a pile of assorted objects. Old looking papers, various dusty items, and some ancient looking media disks. She grabbed one of the disks and turned it around in her hand.
”This is just some old dude's moving boxes.” She sighed to herself, tossing the disk on the floor. Raising her fingers to massage her temples, she looked down at the seemingly worthless box. Suddenly, something caught her eye. Reaching in, she pulled out a stick-like object adorned with a few intricate carvings. Unlike the other things in the box, this looked much older than the junk from the turn of the century.
“Well, I guess it could be worth something. I’ll have the boys look at it later.” She muttered to herself, desperately wishing that SOMETHING would go right for her.
She stashed the stick in one of her vest pockets before rummaging around the rest of the crate for a few more minutes. Deciding that the rest was worthless junk, she put the crate aside and sat back down just as one of her lackeys came in to give her the drink she asked for. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, she took a quick swig.
“Ahh, that hits the spot." She paused for a moment. "Ya know… What’s yer name again?” She asked the man who was standing there, slightly nervous as people in the gang knew what happened when the deadlock boss was upset.
“Uhh, Earl ma'am.” He replied sheepishly.
“Ah right. Earl. Ya know what I gotta do to keep this ship right side up Earl?” She pointed at him with one of her fingers while taking another swig.
"You do a lot ma'am" He said, his knees shaking a bit as he desperately wanted to be somewhere else right now.
“Yeah, I got a lotta stuff on my plate. So I don’t take kindly when I have to deal with idiots who can’t take down a single man!” Taking another drink, she slammed the bottle on the table, a bit of whiskey jumping out and spilling onto the desk causing Early to jump.
“I’m sorry ma’am, we’ll do better next time.” He whimpered, scared of the verbal lashing that may come his way if he said even one thing out of line. Scowling, she rose from her chair.
“You’re all lucky there’ll be a next time. Got it?” She growled, her fists clenched as she stared at him.
All he could do was nod in agreement, his hands trembling as he pulled them up in a show of submission.
“Good. Now get outta my sight.”
That was all he needed to nod his head and quickly shuffled out of the room.
Sighing heavily, she slunk back into her chair and grabbed the bottle, taking another sip. Reaching over her desk, she grabbed a bunch of darts that were sitting in a cup. Quickly, she threw a dart in the general direction of the dart board on the opposite wall, landing on a single sixteen. Scoffing, she took a second to aim and throw another dart, this time landing closer to the center but still only landing on twelve. Squinting her eyes, she lined up another dart and let it fly, hitting the outer ring just short of the bullseye. Thinking back to her past failures, she couldn’t help but wish she had better help.
“If only I had what Talon had, like that sniper girl. If I had access to her, maybe something would finally get done around here.” She mused to herself, not noticing the soft glow in her vest pocket.
Focusing again on the dartboard, she suddenly felt like she could see much more clearly. Centering on the bullseye, she could swear she was even able to make out the individual holes left by past attempts. Pushing the weirdness aside she took aim, her eyes never leaving the center of the dartboard. She felt like she could predict the path of the dart in real time with just small adjustments to her wrist. Zeroing on the bullseye, she let the dart fly and watched it sail straight into her intended target.
That almost felt too easy.
Cocking her head to the side due to her curious case of sudden accuracy improvement, she lined up another dart and quickly threw it, not taking the time to make the fine adjustments she had before. Almost as if it was automatic, she knew her wrist had readjusted to let the dark hit the bullseye before it even reached the board. Surprised at her newfound accuracy and skill, her newly enhanced eyesight found a fly on the wall near the dartboard. Wanting to really test whatever this was, she focused on the fly and drew her breath in while steadying her hand. She could see every single micromovement the fly was making on the wall and felt her wrist adjust immediately, almost at what felt like superhuman speed. Sitting there she waited, like a spider watching its prey, waiting for the fly to make the first move. She sat there holding her breath for about ten minutes before the fly finally lifted itself off the wall and in an instant it was over. The dart sailed over, impaling the fly midair and then colliding with the wall behind it.
Ashe knew something was very wrong. She had just done something almost no one could do. Just the fact that she had held her breath for as long as she had was borderline impossible for a normal human much less what she could normally do. A slight concern crossed her mind. People don’t just suddenly get this much better at stuff. No, something had happened to her. She glanced down only to see the impossible. Her skin was blue. Her hands shot up so she could inspect them more closely. Like her arms, they were also blue. She still had her normal clothes, but somehow her tattoos and skin had spontaneously changed. She knew she was still mostly sober so this was definitely not a hallucination induced by some kind of drunken stupor. She quickly got up and noticed another thing that was off. She felt like everything was slightly shorter than it should have been. Growing more concerned, she swiftly exited the office and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Shoving the door open, she dashed over to the mirror and was taken aback. Her face was completely different. Her eyes were now a golden amber and her nose was smaller and upturned. Her lips were no longer coated in her usual red lipstick but were still luscious and full while her now blue hair was long and silky, reaching down to her waist. Even though she was wearing a vest she could still tell that her breasts were smaller, however dropping her gaze she could even see from the front that her ass had been greatly enhanced. Reaching around, she put her hands on her butt, feeling how full and soft it now was.
"What the hell is goin-" She started to say to herself before immediately cupping her hand over her mouth. Her voice was completely different and her usual southern accent was gone, replaced by what sounded like a French accent.
"Testing, un, duex, trois." She spoke, then suddenly recoiled as she hadn't meant to count in French but understood it nonetheless.
Looking back at her face, she knew who she somehow transformed into.
"This is that Talon sniper Widowmaker, isn't it?" She asked aloud to herself.
Taking a step back, she was dumbfounded. Somehow she had turned into one of the world's best snipers. But how? Retracing her steps, she thought back to right before she had gained this body. She was musing about having the capabilities of Talon and thought about Widowmaker in particular. Then she had suddenly gotten her body. But she hadn't done anything different today other than picking up the stick she had placed in her pocket. That must have been it. Otherwise there was no real explanation for this bizarre occurrence other than random chance. Pulling the wand out, she decided to test this theory out on something small in case something went wrong. She wished for her old eyes back and stared into the mirror. Blinking, they were suddenly back to their usual crimson, her vision having dulled back to what she was used to. Amazement filled her.
"My god, this is insane!" She whispered to herself in excitement.
Not wanting to keep her old dulled vision, she regained the sharp golden eyes and the enhanced eyesight they offered. Then she started tapping the wand against her chin while smiling, the possibilities of what she could do with this newfound power unfolded before her.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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