“Look the fuck who it fucking is CUNT!” The man spat at Blake.
Blake span on her boot heals knowing the voice and who awaited her. “Nooobooo” she said as disgustedly annoyed as is verbally possible to enunciate. She had taken to long.
She had wanted to avoid this encounter...
“That's Captain Nobodaddy thanks to you” he said with his MODDED flesh and soulless eyes prowling menacingly surrounded by his personal guard of Voidz agents.
“Relax everybody! Capt. Nobodaddy is here!” Blake mocked bringing her hands to her mouth projecting her voice to the imaginary pantomime audience that was the squadron of Voidz & Jan Lee. “The cavalry is here….Oh wait….what’s that?” Bringing her hand to her ear….. “oh yeah that's it...your to fucking late as usual...their fucking dead already….you goon.”
Nobodaddy smiled with hate “Ah Blake Fatel the fallen star who betrayed The Order of the Voidz and lost her mind to the Future That Never Comes and the kAlts of Beulah……still searching for Albion???” His laugh the sound of a robot lizard; his implants blinking and surging around his skull with authoritarian excitement his cock was hard and his bionic eye extended three levels a tank muzzle preparing to fire. Nobodaddy ceased laughing with a full stop.
“Oh I was so sad to hear about your family Blake” Nobodaddy said beaming a slash of spiteful mock sympathy. Nobodaddy’s implanted hydraulics, gears and bio digital weaponry audibly stirred as Nobodaddy gained a foot in height as his notorious malevolent ego hijacked the room which began noticeably to darkened as his growing mass started to block the light as he loomed up over Blake; a jack in the box salivating, enticing violence. The red flag and the bull. “Martyrs” he stabbed deep again twisting the knife.
"Martyrs?" said Blake
“Crossing the Abyss! Such a treacherous process, I do hear the Enchanted state is very blissful, tell me have they entered the Garden yet? Or is Urizen still able to finding a use for their mindless bodies as PIL-grims.”
Everybody froze.
Throats held choking tight unable to breath or swallow. Baying wild wolves ready to feed. Blake never broke the death stare for one moment her crimson rage forcing red capillaries to erupt her eyes bleeding annihilation reversed tears threatening her stoic brace. Her hand stopped fidgeting and rested instinctively on her pistol strapped to her thigh. The two once upon a time old friends considered how to kill one another in the most efficient way as possible; by Law a duel could be offered as they had witnesses. Blake reached inside her trench coat. The gang of Voidz fizzed and whirled whipping out their polished Peacemakers training the ends of the barrels point blank at Blake's head; a crown of bullets hung in the air around her private detective head, paused; the metallic jangling clicks and snaps and springs and testosterone jizzing cocks and cunts waiting for the last stroke got everyone wet ready for a little death.
The submarine smile sprung. Nobodaddy shrank, the light crept back. “Boys & girls, you really are too keen, you gotta learn to keep your powder dry, a girl likes a little foreplay before you fuck her” she said winking at all the gun barrels. “well most of the time anyway…. Fag?” Blake pulled out Libertalia’s finest home grown smokes ’Naughties'. Antarctica’s finest home grown tobacco laced with cosmic powders and smooth slow release amphetamine; instinctively the goons lowered and holstered their guns and broke formation; transformed into lost puppies wanting momma to lick their heads and suck her tits.
“Hungry aren’t you, what’s the matter the Voidz got you on rations again…not feeding you proper….your starved…my poor babies….NoBO you need get them laid and buzzed they’re wound to tight”.
"That's how i like my soldiers...."
“Soliders?”
One by one as the Voidz agents bounded up to Blake and pulled crisp white fags like rabbits from hats. Smiles and nods and embarrassed mumbled greetings “Good to see you Blake” “Cheers Blake” Sorry about all this, you understand” “It's just things ain’t the same since you left”. "Since...." They all stopped and looked back at Nobodaddy.
Blake stood surrounded by the pack. Nobodaddy stood alone abandoned by his troops his bionic and organic sensors eviscerating the traitors. His cock lost power. His head boiling steam out his MOD bat ears mingled with the cool slow fog of the fags which settled in therapeutically over their shoulders and down to their feet and back up as shivers along the vertebra; the narcotics performing cunnilingus upon the endorphin centres of their brains and everyone got high stood statuesque framed like baroque visitors to a Holy birth.
Blake sucked hard and impossibly long finishing her fag flicking it to the floor and checked the time on her old fashion artefact from the old world “tick tick tick OH MY” she patronised insultingly ”is that the time, must dash”.
“You better not have anything to do with this Blake, by Urizen I’ll kill you myself”
The squadron all stamped their feet and saluted “Hail Urizen” performing the ritual of obedience.
“Fuck Urizen” Blake muttered for all to hear as she strode past Nobodaddy. Now she was the one inducing violence. Once safely past Nobodaddy, Blake turned and stood in the exit. She said goodbye to her late friend setting the intention of revenge and justice before Nobodaddy slid into view between the dead and the living. Nobodaddy exists somewhere in-between; Blake noted adding an appendix to her solemn oath: KILL Nobodaddy!
Finding herself speaking without thinking “Your duty is to teach the next generation of Voidz how to think for themselves, to be independent and keep the peace between the kAlts...not build an army of drones for the fourth Reich”. Blake made one step forward and leaned in towards Nobodaddy to deliver her parting words with all the vitriol of a swift combat jab. Showing her teeth as she spoke injecting her cursed words directly into the fascist's inhuman heart “AND I promise you NoBO if I discover your involved in any way with Jan’s death, even if it's just turning a blind eye…. your fucking dead....i'll drag you into the street and shoot you myself like the rabid dog you are”.
The attack came. Nobodaddy launched like a missile. Before he got three feet his troops grabbed and restrained him; green veins pumped as his bionic eye turned murder death kill red, the chemically enhanced techno rage of a MOD losing their shit was always a messy and terrifying business, lucky for Nobodaddy the pack was there or Blake would have shot him dead. "Go!" the pack urged. Spittle flung and flew electric blue with the wild threats of Nobodaddy's unhinged struggle to kill.
Blake completed her spin full circle and away and out the door; at the furthest reaches of her peripheral vision she glimpsed at the last second the flashing action of one of the Voidz agents sinking a syringe into Nobodaddy's juiced up neck. Her trench-coat and Fedora hat sailed with her as she vanished into the cold misty wet neon rain of Libertalia; the last city on Earth. Her pericope smile rose and sunk with the echoing psychotic cries of Nobodaddy fading away like the last flame of the last match of the last cigarette of the last fuck; the potent silence enveloping them all.
Flying through the streets like an Ibis Blake played out her next moves as the amphetamine cosmic spice opened portals: Albion must be found. The kAlts of Beulah united. The Affinity group must be informed of the death of the Custodian. The sacrificial murder of Jan Lee is the starting pistol. The Future That Never Comes was incoming. So this is where it had all been leading.... the intensity of the dosing increased with the swallowing of a 'Black Jelly Diamond' Blake's favourite customised pill for turbo jet mind overload. Picking up speed she figured it all came down to one very simple equation; a universal formula for the ages:
Viva La Revolution…