Blade Runner - The Mafia / Blade Runner Mafia Day 3: An epiphany (MAFIA HIT) / Verileah 21 years ago

Blade Runner Mafia Day 3: An epiphany (MAFIA HIT)

Caitlinn’s eyes snapped open in sudden wakefulness and felt cold steel at her temple. Reacting instantly, her hand flew out to grab the wrist of her attacker even as she rolled over to look her would be killer in the eyes. The attacker anticipated this tactic and tossed the lazer gun swiftly to the other hand as Caitlinn gripped the now empty one.

“Don’t move. Don’t even think about it.”

“You! You’ll pay for this you little…!” Caitlinn was cut off mid snarl by the arrival of her black kitten, who jumped up onto the bed and began meowing pitifully. The attacker reached out and stroked the kitten’s ears, smirking.

“Take your goddamned hand off my cat or so help me you won’t get it back.”

“Now now. You really aren’t in any position to make threats, are you?”

Caitlinn scowled at this. Then, with no warning whatsoever, she let out a piercing scream. The attacker fired twice and fled.

~*~

“Two killers. Same motive? No…I don’t think so. The murders are too different. And now a suicide. The Rosen Corporation…what does it mean?”

Bepa shook her head to clear her thoughts and went back to staring at the poop sheets in front of her, hoping another review would bring more clarity.

“Everyone in this apartment seems to have something to hide. Why else would they be on earth? But…nothing quite fits. I don’t think I’m dealing with ordinary androids.”

Bepa frowned at this thought. Ordinary androids…something about that simple statement nagged at her mind. She stood up and began to pace.

~*~

Caitlinn groggily opened her eyes and promptly closed them against the light filtering in through the window. She tried a second time, for some reason struggling to lift her heavy eyelids. Her black kitten was fast asleep at her side, and the retired police officer smiled at her unexpected company. Reaching out to stroke the kitten’s fur, she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Very sharp. In fact, her entire arm was on fire with the agony.

“What the hell…”

Caitlinn twisted her neck, trying to get a better look at the injury. She saw that her entire shoulder was wrapped in bandages. What had happened? Caitlinn searched her memory. She had fallen into a deep and oddly dreamless sleep late that night…and now she was awake. There was nothing in between.

“What the hell happened?”

~*~

“God, it all just clicked. They’re testing their new replicant. Testing in a real world environment. Trying to see how well they blend in, see how human they can behave.”

“Alright Bepa, I’ll bite. This theory of yours sounds too crazy to be believed, but hell, why not? My question to you is, why the hell are they killing the people they are supposed to be blending in with?”

“There’s where it gets interesting, boss. I think…I think something went wrong with their latest version. I think The Rosen Company made some kind of a mistake. And they secretly tried to use the biological agent, the android killer, to cover up their tracks. Only they crafted their androids too well; the machines must have found out, somehow. And now The Rosen Company dumped their mess on us. It all makes sense now, do you see?”

“I see a lot of talk and no proof. Bepa, I need more than this. My god, you could be right, but we have got to have the proof. Question the neighbors. See what they know. Get as much evidence as you can. And Bepa…hurry.”

~*~

“I don’t know what else to say. I don’t remember a thing. I went to sleep, and woke up with two holes in me.”

Bepa continued to scribble down notes, then looked up at Caitlinn again. “And you have no idea who could be responsible for your treatment either, I suppose?”

“I’ve told you everything that I know officer.”

Bepa nodded her head sharply. “Very well.”

Edit: just cleaned up some grammar type stuff

ROzbeans 21 years ago
/OOC


YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Geeii 21 years ago
Grudgingly, Tyler slapped the 'Off' button on his blaring alarm clock. He didn't want to wake up today just as he hadn't wanted to sleep last night. He wasn't sure which he hated more: waking up to the grim reality his life had become, or falling asleep to the nightmares he knew waited just beyond consciousness.

Still hearing sirens, Tyler knew the few measly hours of sleep he'd gotten hadn't helped him much, he swore he had just turned the damned thing off!

And then it dawned on him, the alarm was off. These were police sirens.

My God, Not another!

Immediatly rushing for the door, he paused before entering the hall. Remembering yesterday, and the look Caitlinn had given him - and the conspiritorial whispers directed towards him, he decided to shower, shave, force some breakfast down his stomach and get properly dressed before venturing to see what the most recent crime would great him.

This was becoming par for the course. And that scared him. It scared him to death.
Geeii 21 years ago
As Tyler stepped into the hall, feeling more refreshed by the shower and breakfast than he would like to admit, he noticed noone else seemed to up, at least not on this floor.

'So, that means the victim must be on another floor,' he thought and turned towards the stairs. He liked them better than the elevator. As he was passing Caitlinn's apartment he slowed. 'No one to notice,' he thought, reaching to knock.

The door opened before he had rapped on the wood. And there she was, standing in the doorway, looking professional and contemplative - but it wasn't Caitlinn, it was the police detective. Bepa was her name. That meant..

~~~~~~~~~

Bepa was still troubled by the morning's questioning. It was unusual for the victim to have no recollection of her attack at all. What Caitlinn had said.

I don’t remember a thing. I went to sleep, and woke up with two holes in me.

She suspected it had some importance, the fact Caitlinn hadn't remembered her attack. How though?

And the mysteriouos benefactor...how does that all tie in, who could it be. It was then she opened the apartment door to see the former professor standing there. She saw his face drain it's color.

"Oh God, what happened?! Is she alright?" he gulped out.

Dreading a day of questioning, Bepa suddently needed some time to sort things before she questioned the neighbors - some time and a healthy dose of caffeine.

"She is fine; she was attacked last night but someone was able to get her bandaged up. She should have died, she should be grateful she had someone looking over her."

He just stood there, motionless.

"Excuse me, sir, I have some work to do. I will be questioning tenants later today," the cop said.

~~~~~~~~
"She is fine; she was attacked last night but someone was able to get her bandaged up. She should have died, she should be grateful she had someone looking over her."

Thank God

Dumbfounded, Tyler let the officer by. Contemplating running until his legs colapsed, Tyler found himself stepping inside the apartment, calling Caitlinn's name.

I have to see if she is okay.

"Thank you," he muttered, "Thank you."
ROzbeans 21 years ago
It was the Professor calling her name from her foyer. She surprisingly could not smell his entrance. 'In here,' she called back. The professor walked slowly into her bedroom and stood by the door. Caitlinn's kitten bounced up at the sight of the man and walked to the edge of her bed, beckoning him closer so she could have her fur stroked. Tyler Anderson walked slowly up to her bed and touched the cat softly, causing it to purr loudly. Caitlinn's eyes narrowed at the sight.

He pointed to her bandaged arm wordlessly.

'Failed hit, yeah.' She tipped her head to the side.

'What happened?' He asked.

Caitlinn started to shrug and then hissed at the pain. With a wincing scowl, 'I dont remember.'

'You dont remember someone shooting you?' Tyler asked with an odd look.

Smiling, 'Are you trying to make me shrug again, Professor Anderson?'

'You dont smile often, you should. It's pretty.'

Caitlinn cleared her throat embarassed. 'I'll tell you what I told the russian, I dont remember anything beyond laying down to sleep to waking up.'

'Do you...black out often?'

'No, Professor Anderson...'

'Tyler.'

'I'm sorry?'

'Tyler, my first name is Tyler. Call me Tyler.'

'No...' she blushed, 'No, I dont black out. I dont drink,' she noticed the flush in the doctor's skin at the mention of alcohol, '...um, no.'

Anderson stood quietly for a moment. 'Well if you need anything...' he trailed off.

'Thank you, Professor Anderson.'

He walked off towards her door and began to walk out. Suddenly he turned with his hand on the door knob. 'Why are you here?'

She was waiting for that question. 'I'm looking for someone.'

'Who?'

Again she smiled, but it wasn't the shy smile like before. It was hard and full of secrets. 'A doctor.'
Geeii 21 years ago
Tyler gently closed the door behind him and stared at the long hall ahead that led towards his empty apartment. No, Plato was there, at least he had some company, he told himself.

He took a short breath and turned to leave, barely making it three steps before something overcame him. Maybe he had bolstered confidence since he had quit the drugs, throwing the last of them over the edge of his balcony. Perhaps, with death all around him, he had finally learned to value life and living. Regardless of the exact reason, for he couldn't figure it out, he paused.

And turned back, with his hand on the knob. Once again, he slowly opened the door. It creaked, in need of obvious repair. Like everything else in this damn place the doctor thought.

Nervously, he cleared his throat. "Uhhmm, Caitlinn?" he called.

"Still in here, Doctor," she said almost as if she knew he were coming back.

"Oh, yeah, right."

God, I am such an idiot, he thought, I don't stand a chance with her, why am I here? I should just tell her I am sorry for bothering her and leave.

Instead, "Is there anything I can get you before I leave? I don't think you are in any condition to be moving about."

"I thought you'd never ask - arn't professors supposed to be gentlemanly, generous, and old-fashioned?" she said, smirking in the other room. "I'll take a water please, lots of ice."

"Erm, Uhm, well yes, I am terribly sorry. I'll bring it right in."

"Thank you, Tyler," she called from her bed, wondering if he noted the change. Pondering why there even was a change.

He walked carefully from her bedroom door to her bed, avoiding the cat toys and other periodic obsticals in his way before finally coming to a stop at her bedside. She motioned with her head, carefully, to her hurt arm.

"I can't move all that much, mind helping me out?" Tyler didn't notice the twinkle in her eye.

After a time, the two of them managed to get more water on the bed than down her throat, but the effort was valient nonetheless. Finally gathering the courage to say what was on his mind, Tyler slowly stood.

"Caitlinn, I am sorry I just need to tell you what is on my mind. I hope it doesn't offend and I don...' he babbled, generally making a fool of himself.

"Tyler, calm down. Breathe. Just speak slowly," she coached.

"I, er, I am really quite glad you are alive and thank God that you had someone watching over you."

"Me too Tyler, me too," she replied. Her eyes glistened for just a moment, as if she were happy for the first time in years, and she motioned for the doctor to sit on her bed. "I'd like to talk with you, now that we are alone."

Neither noticed the cat bump the door closed as it left the room.
ROzbeans 21 years ago
Caitlinn stood in her kitchen dipping her tea bag into her cup, staring off into space. The good professor had just left. Caitlinn sighed, confused. Not only at what had just taken place, but what he had said. Her kitten struggled up onto the counter and glared at her.

'What?'

It's yellow eyes admonished her. Judging her.

The ache in her arm throbbed slowly. He said he wanted to save her. She looked at her cat. 'I can't...what he says doesn't change....' The cat interrupted her as it sauntered off the counter top with a flick of it's tail.

Caitlinn took a slow, deep breath...she could still smell his scent on her.
Jinheim 21 years ago
As Jacob walked down the dimly lit hallway, he saw another tenant at the end of the corridor, headed towards him. Jacob stared at him silently as they approached each other in the hall. It was the professor, and he had an odd aura about him. At first, he seemed to be lighter; a spring in his step and slight smirk on his face, strolling down the hallway as if he hadn't a care in the world with a face that looked like it was bursting with eagerness to reveal a juicy little secret. The cause of it all was obvious to any man: that cop from Mars, who had escaped death by the graces of a mysterious benefactor. Maybe her confrontation with her own mortality had caused her to rethink her life, and realize that your time here can be over before you know it, and she was beginning to spend that time well.

He mused further on the Professor's relationship with the cop as the passed each other beneath a busted out lamp. In the darkness, Jacob's broad shoulder brushed against the other man's, and he suddenly shuddered with a strong chill. They said not a word as they continued on their ways, but a few moments after their passing, Jacob stopped and turned.

"Tyler."

The professor kept walking.

"Was it you?"

The professor paused for a moment, as if pondering the ambiguity of the question, then shrugged and walked into the shadows.

That man is either an angel, or a demon.