Post by Kimitsu Zombie on Sept 30, 2016 4:09:33 GMT
Kimitsu sits at her local bar, The Bronx Alehouse, like usual. It's a few nights after Livewire #2 and she stares at the eclectic gathering of people. This bar, like the neighborhood, still has pockets where Old New York is still alive and the grime stains the corners of the polished image sold to tourist.
She's here tonight to drown out the words of admonishment she received from her mentor, Tokyo Zombie. It was the most serene anger she's ever heard come out of the warrior monk and she was ashamed he felt this way. She was ashamed that he didn't understand. Not many people would…
She feels great discomfort as her personal space is invaded. It's Mark, the stalker and tool. She shakes her head and leans in to speak to him
“Fuck Off.”
“Hey, how are you talking to me like that? I was just wondering if you needed anything else from me?”
“I told you we were done, asshole. Get the hell out of-”
Mark slams the table then raises his hand slowly in an apologetic gesture. “Just listen to me, please. If you don't need any more jobs then maybe I can hire you. I’ll pay well.”
“You have ten seconds to speak.”
“Ok so… Well, since it is too risky for me to do it would you mind getting me some more stuff from Candice? Think you can take some more for me?”
Kimitsu leans back in her chair struck dumb with what she just heard. She has met some freaks in her young life but not any like Mark.
“Oh and don't think I've forgotten about you. You're special to me too. Big fan. How much do you want for-”
“Don't finish that sentence,” she exhales through her teeth. Then her expression loses its sharp edge and turns into a knowing smile. “Well since you helped me out then I guess I can help you. Go out back and I'll follow you shortly. Don't let anyone see you.”
Mark actually shivers with glee and almost falls out of his seat with the speed he wants to get out. Kimitsu sighs and chugs her beer. She waits a few moments for the buzz to hit then walks to the back alley. Mark rubs his hands together with a grin.
She adjusts the top of her shirt to tease him and gets close to him with both hands behind her back and her chest out. When his gaze is distracted she takes the empty bottle stuffed into her back pocket and hits him on the side of the head. He is stunned as a trickle of blood falls down his forehead and she is surprised the bottle didn't break. She leans back and hits Mark again and this time the bottle shatters and he leans against a dumpster and crouches down.
Kimitsu picks him up and sticks the shard of the bottle between his legs. This snaps Mark back into reality.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Shut up! I guess I really don't understand your kind. What do you see in Candice? She is nothing but a face with no substance. Just like candy. She can't hold her own in a fight. She is mediocre. I work so hard in every ring I enter to give you people an exhibition of fighting and you don’t care. You rather watch her entering the ring so you can swoon.
“Then the whole world shows her their support when I finally make a stand against the airheads. Why would you want to idolize her still? Then my peers, fighters like me, side with poor Candice. I don't know how she is going to fight Ash Scion and I get a member of her fan club in Mr. Mason.
“You know, Mark, it’s a funny feeling being the object of someone's revenge. Mason thinks he can undo what has happened to his friend by beating me. Karma doesn't work that way, does it? She has been exposed for what she is and Mason comes into the spotlight as her gullible savior. He will also see what I see. I really hope he's just using this to advance himself. It is just like I'm using you. Don't get any ideas that we're equals. I am better than the lot of you and you just be glad that I even acknowledge that fans like you and wrestlers like them exist."
She slowly releases him.
"Go until I need you again."
She's here tonight to drown out the words of admonishment she received from her mentor, Tokyo Zombie. It was the most serene anger she's ever heard come out of the warrior monk and she was ashamed he felt this way. She was ashamed that he didn't understand. Not many people would…
She feels great discomfort as her personal space is invaded. It's Mark, the stalker and tool. She shakes her head and leans in to speak to him
“Fuck Off.”
“Hey, how are you talking to me like that? I was just wondering if you needed anything else from me?”
“I told you we were done, asshole. Get the hell out of-”
Mark slams the table then raises his hand slowly in an apologetic gesture. “Just listen to me, please. If you don't need any more jobs then maybe I can hire you. I’ll pay well.”
“You have ten seconds to speak.”
“Ok so… Well, since it is too risky for me to do it would you mind getting me some more stuff from Candice? Think you can take some more for me?”
Kimitsu leans back in her chair struck dumb with what she just heard. She has met some freaks in her young life but not any like Mark.
“Oh and don't think I've forgotten about you. You're special to me too. Big fan. How much do you want for-”
“Don't finish that sentence,” she exhales through her teeth. Then her expression loses its sharp edge and turns into a knowing smile. “Well since you helped me out then I guess I can help you. Go out back and I'll follow you shortly. Don't let anyone see you.”
Mark actually shivers with glee and almost falls out of his seat with the speed he wants to get out. Kimitsu sighs and chugs her beer. She waits a few moments for the buzz to hit then walks to the back alley. Mark rubs his hands together with a grin.
She adjusts the top of her shirt to tease him and gets close to him with both hands behind her back and her chest out. When his gaze is distracted she takes the empty bottle stuffed into her back pocket and hits him on the side of the head. He is stunned as a trickle of blood falls down his forehead and she is surprised the bottle didn't break. She leans back and hits Mark again and this time the bottle shatters and he leans against a dumpster and crouches down.
Kimitsu picks him up and sticks the shard of the bottle between his legs. This snaps Mark back into reality.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Shut up! I guess I really don't understand your kind. What do you see in Candice? She is nothing but a face with no substance. Just like candy. She can't hold her own in a fight. She is mediocre. I work so hard in every ring I enter to give you people an exhibition of fighting and you don’t care. You rather watch her entering the ring so you can swoon.
“Then the whole world shows her their support when I finally make a stand against the airheads. Why would you want to idolize her still? Then my peers, fighters like me, side with poor Candice. I don't know how she is going to fight Ash Scion and I get a member of her fan club in Mr. Mason.
“You know, Mark, it’s a funny feeling being the object of someone's revenge. Mason thinks he can undo what has happened to his friend by beating me. Karma doesn't work that way, does it? She has been exposed for what she is and Mason comes into the spotlight as her gullible savior. He will also see what I see. I really hope he's just using this to advance himself. It is just like I'm using you. Don't get any ideas that we're equals. I am better than the lot of you and you just be glad that I even acknowledge that fans like you and wrestlers like them exist."
She slowly releases him.
"Go until I need you again."
