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Date Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 3:39 pm
Subject: O, Mary don't you weep no more.
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Ryan's boots sounded like thunder against the pavement compared to the tiny pitter-patter of the high heeled, chihuahua toting, pink suited woman walking in the opposite direction. His leather motorcycle jacket hung over one shoulder in Atlanta's humid summer. He offered a brief smile at the woman and she 'hmph'ed and picked up her pace. The road hadn't changed in over ten years, the lines had been the same bright white, the grass had been the same bright green and the houses were all the same off-white two-story houses they had always been all those years ago when he had been walking the other way. They all still had high stone walls and a metal barred gate leading into the driveway.
His feet stopped suddenly as he caught sight of a single, perfect intercom next to the gate. His fingers wait to the keypad automatically, tapping in five of a six digit passcode. He paused, hovering for a moment before letting out a nervous breath and pressing the intercom button. It was a few seconds before a young, perky southern drawl musically answered "Hellooo?"
"Hey... M'name's Ryan, I'm here t-" Ryan started, shifting uncomfortably on the spot.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we don't accept hawkers." the female voice chirped.
"Nah... I ain't a hawker, I'm... I know Bryce, I want'd t'come talk t'Grace."
"Oh, you know my Daddy? Sure. Momma'd be real happy to see you, come on in!" The gate slid across silently and Ryan's hands shook. He had heard about Bryce MacMillan's lung cancer from a contact inside Novatech. It had plagued him for days before he'd finally given in and made his way across the border.
He stalked quietly down the driveway, the gate slid closed behind him, his breathing became heavy and he almost turned around and left. But the door opened and a young face poked out. Her silky black hair hung over one side of her face, a pair of bright blue eyes peered out inquisitively. "Hi! I'm Carrie, Bryce's daughter. How're you?" she motioned for him to go inside. It had been ten long years since he had seen Carrie, his younger sister, and she had changed dramatically. He had always envisioned her being hit on by hundreds of boys, each trying to get their filthy hands on his innocent sister. He had always stepped up to save her. His dreams had been right in one aspect, she was very pretty.
"I'm good, m'names Ryan, Ryan Aris," he offered her his hand, smiling a little uncomfortably. She took it and shook it daintily.
"Aris? I've heard that name somewhere... I forget where now, but... I'm real pleased t'meet you. Momma's out back in the garden somewhere. Can I get you some refreshments or anythang?" He had borrowed the name 'Aris' from his in-laws. It was his wife's maiden name.
"That'd be great." Ryan suddenly realised how his life could have gone had he chosen to leave Jenna. He hated every second of the vision living as some corporate tool with two kids, a generic house and a large, playful dog in the backyard...
"Backyard's through that way, I'll bring some drinks out in a moment," Carrie smiled sweetly and turned on her heel to head towards the kitchen. Ryan knew the way to the backyard and trod it slowly, eying off pictures on the wall of various family members. Elizabeth and Nathan, his older sister and younger brother, both of them now dead. One from a long drop off the Space Needle, the other 'in the course of duty to the country'. There were pictures of Elizabeth's two children, now nearing their teens and a very old picture of Ryan. Thaddeus then. He had just entered college and it had been his first day. He wore jeans and a blue shirt, his mop of black hair slicked back and a cheerful smile on his face.
"Momma, you got a visitor!" Carrie called from in the kitchen.
"Who is it?" an elderly voice shouted as Ryan rounded the corner. He could pinpoint her location, just out of eyesight from the back door.
"He knows Daddy, said his name is Mister Aris!" Carrie called as she walked out of the kitchen with a tray holding a jug full of what looked to be lemonade and three glasses.
"Mister Aris? Kayden Aris?" the elderly voice, Grace MacMillan called again. Ryan's ex-father-in-law.
"No..." Carrie walked ahead of him, shifting her hip to bump the back door open. "He says his name is Ryan,"
There was a complete silence, Carrie stood at the back door, holding the tray with a confused look on her face. "Momma?"
"Carrie, come away from the door. Now." Grace demanded, still out of sight. Ryan let out a tense breath and walked forward. Carrie glanced back and took a few fearful steps back away from the door and into the backyard. There was a heavy click as Ryan stepped out the back door and before he could move a shot glanced just to the side of his head, the bullet hitting the wall next to him. The tray of drinks hit the ground, glass smashing and lemonade spilling from the jug. "You... You get out of my house! I... I don't want you here," Grace's voice was full of fear, even if she did have a Beretta 92 in her hands.
"I'm jus' here t'-" Another blast smacked just above Ryan's shoulder.
"I don't want to hear it!"
"Momma!" Carrie's voice pleaded, she was ready to run.
"Carrie, get back inside. Now!" Grace yelled, her graying blonde hair shifting around her face. Carrie started walking, moving in between Ryan and Grace to head to the backdoor. She was moving off of instinct, not intelligence, which was better for Ryan. His hand swept around her, grabbing her around the chest, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip. Grace yelped and let off another shot, it whipped past Carrie's hair and over the top of Ryan's shoulder again. "Don't you dare.. You... You're dead!" she sobbed. Carrie squirmed in his arms but Ryan gripped her tighter.
"I didn' want this t'happen like this," Ryan said through gritted teeth.
"Then you shouldn't have come!" Grace yelled and set off another round. Ryan watched it as if it was in slow motion, and the last thought before it drove hard into his left eye was "Fucked up. Again."
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Will finish this one. Promise.
-- Lex
-----signature----- "Just because you can put the kittens in the oven, doesn't make them biscuits."
"I'm only dating Windows to get with her hot sister DirectX."
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A bright light shone in Ryan's eyes and whipped closer. A child's voice "Daddy? Is that you?" he could feel the release, if he could just stretch his hand far enough--
"What are we going to do about the body?" It was Carrie's voice, she sounded emotionless.
"I'll... I'll call your cousin Mark, he's in the Lone Star, maybe he can get rid of it," Grace's voice, she spat almost everyone word. He could picture her now, cigarette in her hand, puffing away like a train, her elbow propped in one hand.
"Momma..." Carrie's voice dropped into sadness.
"Yes dear?" Grace still sounded angry.
"Who is he? You said he was meant to be dead but... I've never heard about any Ryan Aris,"
Ryan rolled onto his stomach, spitting the lump of blood and rejected flesh that he accumulated in his mouth. He hated dying. Each time he got so close to Jenna and Charlotte, each time Wolf grabbed him back. Each time there was the deal and promise that was made "Finish your job and you can join them". He pushed himself to his feet and made for the back door. There was silence, Grace was wondering what she should tell Carrie.
"I'm a killer, a hitman..." Ryan said, leaning against the open doorway to the kitchen. Grace's eyes shot wide and she spun, grabbing the gun again. Ryan had predicted this already and charged at her, pushing her hand up and squeezing her wrist. The gun fired once into the roof before it dropped into Ryan's hands. He just glared into Grace's eyes as he let go of her. His eyes were as cold as ice, much like her own. He pushed her back into the fridge behind her and started dismantling the gun, tearing off pieces like he had taught himself years ago. "Shall we 'ave a little history lesson?" Carrie looked shocked and unable to move but nodded slowly.
Ryan motioned with the gun magazine for them to go into the adjoined lounge room. He waited for them to move before he started walking himself, motioning them onto the bright white couch. He tapped a button on the wall next to the doorway which made the windows tint a heavy black. "Now..." he popped bullets from the magazine one by one. "Carrie, darlin'... How many brother's an'sisters y'got?" Carrie looked at him suddenly, almost fearful of speaking.
"Th-three." she stuttered, clinging to her mother on the couch.
"Three. Alright, and their names?"
"My oldest sister is Bethy... Elizabeth. She died, got hit by a car in Seattle while she was there workin'..." her voice trailed off sadly.
"Keep goin' sweet'eart,"
"Then Thaddeus... He died when I was little, Daddy and him had a fight and he got killed in a gang war. Somethin' about novacoke he was dealin' to get by,"
"Uh... huh..." Ryan paused before popping another bullet onto the ground.
"And Nathan. He died in the army, killed in action against Azzie troops." Carrie finished, pulling a face like a kicked puppy.
"An' who told y'all that? Your Momma and Daddy?" Ryan squatted down so he was eye-level with her.
"Yes sir, yes they did." Carrie was on the verge of tears.
"Right... Well, I'm sorry t'say this," Ryan's voice was low and quiet. "But they lied to ya." another bullet hit the pastel pink carpet.
Grace snorted and tapped her cigarette ash into a small tray on the table. "We protected her!"
"Y'lied, old lady. Y'wanna know the truth? What really happened t'y'brothers and sister?" Ryan asked, standing again. He flopped down into an arm chair, popping yet another bullet onto the ground. "Y'sister, 'Bethy'... She died bein' tossed from the top of the Space Needle because she stuck her nose into someone else's business." He flicked another bullet towards Grace, smirking the entire time. "Nathan? He fled the army after they ordered him t'launch a strike on an innocent Ork encampment near the Cass-Aztlan border. He got killed tryin' to skip the border into Salish-Shidhe." the second to last bullet was flicked at Grace again as Ryan's eyes shifted to her.
"And finally... Thaddeus? Y'Daddy and him fought because Thaddeus married an Elf and they had a kid together. Y'Momma and Daddy asked him t'choose between her or the family, and good ol' Thaddeus, he chose his woman. So y'Daddy and Momma disowned him, he ain't got a single nuyen from them, nor will he ever. But because he didn' have his family's backing and contacts, Thaddeus had t'get a place in Buckhead which wasn't that nice. So Thaddeus is off gettin' groceries for his family when their apartment buildin' blows up. Boom. Cee fourteen, makes a nice explosion. It'd take a decent chunk out of the Novatech buildin' your Daddy works in." Ryan smiled at Grace and wondered if she'd take his implied threat seriously. "Even still, after the funeral and everythin', Thaddeus' family didn' even offer a helpin' hand. One of their own blood livin' in the downside streets of Atlanta with nothin' but the shirt on his back and they didn' even raise a goddamn finger to help. So... Dear ol' Thaddeus, he starts off as a shadowrunner... Learnin' tools of the trade and eventually decides to get revenge on those that killed his family. He did it, he did it damn well. Killed every single last one." Ryan palmed the final bullet and turned to Carrie.
"He... He killed them all? That's horrible!" tears were streaming down Carrie's face now.
"He didn' see it that way... Y'see... The thing is... Thaddeus didn' go under his own name. It had a SIN connected to it, y'see? S'useless bein' a runner if y'got a SIN tied t'y'face, the Lone Star find ya and bam, y'dead."
Carrie shifted a little uncomfortably, still confused over the entire event. "What name did he go by?"
"Well... Y'see... Thaddeus's wife, Jenna Aris. She was pregnant at the time she died. They were talkin' about names jus' before Thaddeus left and... They decided on a boy's name, but not a girl's. Wanna guess what the name was?" Ryan wolfish grin appeared, daring her to catch on. Carrie shook her head and snuggled in closer to Grace.
"They chose 'Ryan'." He tossed the last bullet at Grace's feet, his wolfish grin changing to a vicious snarl. Grace's face was a stone. Utterly unmoving, unflinching through the entire spiel. Carrie's tears renewed, streaming down her face in hysterical fear.
Ryan slumped down into a bright white armchair, crossing one leg over the other. Grace glared at him. "I shot you in the eye. I saw the blood on the wall, I saw the hole in your face..." she said it all unflinchingly.
"Y'see... I got good at killin'. I c'n kill a man in more than one hundred ways. Magic's been roamin' around for years, no one knows everythin' about it... Save for spirits. Y'see, the guy that tossed Elizabitch off of the Space Needle, he was some... Horror tainted somatic... And I tried to kill 'im. Didn't work, he killed me first. But Wolf, see... He saw what I was doin'. He saw what I could do and decided not t'let me go into Heaven with Jenna and my girl... No, he wanted me t'keep goin',"
"So?" Grace queried, her eyebrow shooting up.
"So I can't die. Y'kill me, Wolf kicks me back up. It ain't as pretty as it sounds."
"What do you want? Nuyen? Stocks? To kill us?" Grace growled.
"Nothin' like that... I've come t'make peace."
-----signature----- "Just because you can put the kittens in the oven, doesn't make them biscuits."
"I'm only dating Windows to get with her hot sister DirectX."
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