Endogenesis: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“The bastard” the thought rang through her mind, like a bullet. “The fragging bastard”
He had come for her during the pitch black of night. Some how he had managed to disable the security systems protecting her crap little apartment and done this terrible and brutal act to her.
She was not sure of the time, but judging by the fact the automated windows were still in night mode, their rusted metal blinds blocking out the gloom of the late night, it would still be early morning probably around two am. She could hear the wind outside battering against her windows, shaking the metallic flaps about within their steel mountings. The squall of wind punishing her mind with its fearsome noise, never mind the damage it was causing to the outside world, in between bursts of pure windily outcries she heard the rain lash down on the filthy streets of down town Chicago. It used to be the windy city at the turn of the century; now in the grim future of 2014 it was three times as bad. Most of the world had been drastically affected when the polar ice caps had began to rapidly deteriorate in 2007, now days the worlds eco-system was so badly fragged up, it was unbelievable what people had allowed to happen to their planet.
She suddenly snapped back to her thinking, nothing she could do about this shit world and it’s problems, but she could do something about her problems.
No, she thought bitterly back to her lover, he hadn’t needed to disable her alarm system. She had done that for him. She was the one, who had let him in to her life. Bitch. How could she of been so misguided, so blinded by love.
Why did she believe he had ever loved her? No, he did once, he had loved and cared for her so much, but what had changed with their life? Why had he believed that this was the right thing to do?
She had let him into her painful world, when she accepted his proposal, when she had decided to marry him. Now look at her. She lay bloodstained and beaten on the soft silk sheets of their bed; he had left her there for dead. The pain ebbed throughout her body, coursing its way from her bruised legs up to her marred head. However, mostly the pain was centralised in one spot, it hurt the most down there. Served her right the stupid cunt, she angrily thought, she had let this happen to her.
She had let him rape her. She had let him destroy and humiliate her like this.
He would fragging die for this, she had already decided that simple fact, love had nothing to do with it now, and her killer instincts had taken over her thoughts. She would hunt him down and tear him apart; she just had to get off her stupid arse, and not die here in this room like this.

The pain was excruciating, it became much sharper, as if someone had stabbed her and was twisting the knife around, every time she tried to move her muscles even the slightest bit.
With great difficultly she rolled off the bed, and crawled like a dog over towards the bathroom suite. The blood from the slashes on her body, started to stain the tiled floor a deep dark crimson colour. It took her five minutes just to slither to the bathroom door, the agonising pain making her stop twice, preventing her from making the slightest movement until she had conjured up enough will power to force herself to move. Finally, she reached the door, and strained her arm up towards the door switch. She slammed the palm of her hand onto the flat white button, leaving her bloody handprint smeared across the door. Automatically the room was flooded with the bright stark lighting systems, it’s luminous glow white washing the entire scene.
Pulling herself up to the sink unit, she let the grubby rainwater from the motel’s water system fill up the stainless steel basin. Splashing the icy cold tap water onto her smooth face helped wash away all the fatigue and soreness she felt. Grabbing one of the linen towels from the heated towel rail, she immersed it in the tainted liquid before using it to rub away the dried blood from her various wounds.
The lacerations on her hands and along her arms were insignificant. It was the huge gouge across her stomach that was the most severe; that the wanker of a lover had used a broken wine bottle to slash her open, when she had first started to fight back. That one was the worse of the physical wounds, her mental wounds would never fully heal, nevertheless her stomach tear would probably need stitching back together.
Then there were the numerous cuts to her firm back and head, lucky she was not suffering from concussion. If only he had not drugged her with the wine they had drunk during their evening meal, she would have ripped the bastard apart if it had been otherwise.
Reaching up to the medicine unit, she downed all the painkillers she could find, even using the one shot needle of morphine she kept there for emergencies. As soon as the needle had lanced through her flesh and the sedative soaked through her blood, she could feel her muscles relax.
She realised she needed a warm shower, but her fragging landlord, a fat old balding man who was too much of a egotistic tosser had rationed the water to all the rooms. He complained about the fact she took far too many showers. For frag sake, was it her fault she constantly returned home covered in other peoples blood and gore?
Well yeah, it probably was actually. She didn’t have to work as full time assassin, a selfish killer of others, a professional grim reaper. Why couldn’t she not just have worked as a God dam prostitute like the other sluts, in this shit hole of a city?

Probably due to her anger problems, she had always been afraid to let anyone get close; he had changed that. She had this problem all her life, no amount of drugs or therapy ever made her feel any different, never got her to trust people and let someone into her heart. But he had changed that, and she didn’t know why, she had let him get close because deep down she knew she loved him more than she could ever love anyone else. Before he had come into her life, she had left many people in hospital just because they had looked at her in the wrong way, or had upset her in some small and insignificant way that she believed was an act of betrayal.

She was just washing off the last drop of the blood from her bare body and beginning to rinse the towel under the tap, when she got that feeling. That feeling you get in the back of your mind, the one saying that something is wrong, something bad.
She was right, she had never been wrong about that sort of thing her whole life; it was the reason she was so good at her job, it was her whole purpose in life.

They blew the windows in first; shattering the metal screens and blew the glass inwards as if it was a blizzard of snow, except it was a blizzard of molten glass and metal particles. She could tell just by the way the whole side of her flat had exploded and the heat wave that swept along before the shockwave of the blast and the fragments of the windows destruction; that her intruders were using plasma grenades. Their well equipped and prepared for this mission.
Smoke grenades, designed to disorient the victim and let the killers in unseen, were hurtled through the carnage into her room. She was ready for them; she instantly whipped the damp towel over her face, to block out the smog blowing towards her. Reacting purely on instinct, she snapped her mind to the thought of killing, thinking only about the violent acts she would need to perform. She quickly grabbed her razorblade from the side unit, twisting the towel from her mouth now the smoke had dispersed, she removed the blade from the razor’s handle. She then moved quickly behind the door, ready to pounce on anything that moved.
The first set of armoured attackers had just swung in through the broken windows, using their grappling ropes to come down from the rooftop, when the second set took the front door off it’s hinges with a directional limpet mine. Dam, they had come extremely well prepared. She had reinforced the flimsy door when she first moved in to the apartment. It had not slowed them down at all, she had even replaced the windows with bullet and shockproof glass, but even that had not been an obstacle to them at all.
Four burly men in total, she could tell just by listening to the sound of their ragged breathing through their gas masks. Good old Stene, first you betray and rape me then you send more fragging men to finish your dirty work.
I’ll send you a crystal clear message. I’ll kill these fraggers then come after you, and tear you apart limb from limb.

One of the first two men, the ones who had roped in through the windows, ordered the second pair to begin searching the other rooms, whilst he and his partner checked the bedroom. This first guy easily being six feet tall and very muscular, his shoulder pads distinguishing him from his colleagues, dark red they were, indicating he held the rank of squad leader.
Frag, they were searching for the disk. Frag, frag she was pissed now. Raping her just to get to that, oh Stene, you are going to pay for this. So they weren't here just to finish her off after-all.
Their leader moved straight away to the bed, surprise coming across his face when he shone his rifle mounted spotlight on the blood drenched bed sheets. The woman should be dead or at least unconscious on the bed after Stene had incapacitated her.

Never mind she shouldn‘t of been able to get to far, he didn’t doubt that she had enough time to leave the apartment building, but he couldn’t take the chance. He reached up to his left ear and tapped his comm. system to call for reinforcements to come and search the surrounding area just in case. As he finished his report, he noticed a thin strip of light shining out from underneath the bathroom door, ordering his comrade to remain in this room and search for the disk, he waved the second pair through to the adjoining rooms whilst he headed towards the door.

Pulling his silenced pistol from his holster, he carefully reached down with his free hand and activated the door switch. The photo-reactive lens of his helmet immediately adjusting themselves to the bright wave of light assailing his eyes. Before he stepped into the room and let the automated door slide back down it to its closed position. Empty, just a damp towel on the floor and some blood on the sink, she must of awoken very quickly, got washed and left when she knew she was in danger. He spent a few seconds meticulously examining the scene just to assure his mind that she was gone. Focussed on his task; he did not notice the blade had slit through the leather armour protecting his neck and was clean though his neck moments later. One intruder dead and not a sound made to alert the others. She carefully coaxed her forearm around his muscular throat and let him fall onto her breast. His icy steel armour, sending shivers though her naked body as it touched her bare nipples, oh she suddenly felt so alive. No, now is not the time to pleasure oneself, she needed to stay focussed in order to stay alive. She snapped her thoughts back to the task at hand, and her plan for escaping.

Quickly she glanced down at the dead man, and tugged his gun off him, prizing his stiff fingers away from the weapons grip and then grabbed his rifle as well. Smirking to herself, she thought that this was going to be quite fun really.

One naked pissed off assassin, who now had this man’s submachine gun against three heavily armoured intruders.
She laughed to herself, man this was no challenge at all.

Peeking through the seal where the door should have fully closed, well that is if it worked properly, she could a see a pair of steel-toed boots moving around her bedroom. She was only guessing, but that should equal this one in her bedroom now, and the last two in the living room.
A quick blast with the pistol, should silence the first guy, she could use the submachine gun on the second two. Dam, glancing back down at her first victim, she saw the bulletproof armour. Fine, she would have to be a bit more inventive. The intruder in her bedroom had his back to her, looking through her bedside drawers. That is right pervert, go through my undies while you're here, disgusting creature.

Slinging her stolen rifle over her neck by it’s strap, she prepared to strike. Creeping out of the bathroom on cat’s paws.
Seconds later the first man was dead, it had been no effort to sneak up behind him and snap his neck.
She moved into the living room to get the last two men, the first one had his back to her and was busy going through her confidential documents on the table; the last guy must be in the kitchen she thought.

Her arm had just tightened around his throat, when the last intruder reappeared. Seeing a naked woman trying to strangle his buddy, he immediately opened fire.
Thank God, he was a crap shot. His first semi automatic burst plastered the walls around her, instead of killing her. With practised ease, she twisted around, and used her hostage as shield. Now he had found his mark, his shots just ended up pattering harmlessly of his colleague’s heavy armour.
Swinging her gun up, she released a controlled burst into the doorframe that he was hiding behind for safety. Probably will not hurt him, because of his body armour but if she could pin him down behind the door, she would have chance. Lucky she did not need to. He had wasted too much ammunition, and had to duck back behind the wall to reload.
She wasted no time in finishing off the guy in her hands, fragging pain squirming during the shoot out like that. A second later one of her Sai blades was in her hand; a split second later, it was lodged between the last intruder’s eyes. Amateur, he took too long reloading, and should have fired around the corner first not poke his head out.

Frag, she had forgotten to keep one of them alive. She needed answers, fragging bitch. Oh well, she was having a bad day, not her fault. She moved over to the gunman’s corpse and retrieved her Sai, and placed it back on the table with it’s partner the twin blades being a present from her dear daddy. Grabbing her armoured body suit from the cupboard, she was quickly changed and gathering her weapons. The Sai blades, the Heart Breaker, the sword Stene had given to her on her last birthday and the assortment of guns scattered round her apartment; then she tossed her leather storm coat on.

Lastly, she retrieved the disk, the one Stene wanted so badly from her, before she turned and headed to the storage unit, housing the gas supply switch. She twisted the knob, releasing the gas into the room, and left a lit match on the floor. She will not bother with coming back here; she just needed to head to the agency now. Then she would hunt that bastard down. As the gas filled the apartment, she made sure she had everything before she leapt out the window into the street below.
The entire floor evaporated seconds later. It would look like she had died during a struggle with armed muggers, the blaze just being an unwelcome accident caused by a violent struggle.