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dweebiemars · 19 days ago

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AU Switcheroo: Redecorating

Part 2 of my ongoing au fic where MC became the head of Onychinus and Sylus became a Deepspace Hunter

read Pt 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/dweebiemars/785197684132806656/au-switcheroo-hunter-sylus?source=share

cw: blood, on page violence resulting in de/ath (NPC), action sequences, mild torture of NPC, language, lore easter eggs and so many nods to main story canon, Luke and Kieren

please do not republish, translate, or share without credit on any platform. this work is completely my own and no other account has permission to reuse, repurpose or redistribute without written consent from me, the author.

Pt 2: Redecorating (2534 words)

Blood.

Pop pop pop pop.

More blood.

You stand across the long boardroom from four of the five freshly unseated leaders of rival organizations in the N109 Zone, their eyes still clouding over as their bodies slump in various positions that collectively resembled sacks of potatoes tumbling over. Waving your hand to clear the lingering gunsmoke from the air, you step over one of the guards who had actually made this interesting for a minute. Now he was just another fallen sack of potatoes, a minor tripping hazard on your way up the proverbial ladder. Your black patent leather boots would need a thorough buff and polish after today’s messy acquisition. A hoarse whimper draws your attention to the fifth-well, one now-head of the N109 Zone who you had magnanimously left breathing. He sits on the edge of his seat, breaths ragged and eyes wide as he takes in the carnage that announced your arrival-despite the lack of an invitation.

You approach the head of the table, lazily toying with your pistol in your hand. You let your gaze move around the room as if admiring your work while looking for any hidden threats or surprises. From the corner of your eye, you see the man reach beneath the table, then a blur of movement that ends in a sharp cry and the sound of bone forcibly leaving a joint socket.

“Ah ah ah, the Boss didn’t say you could move buddy,” Luke’s sardonic tone carries over the man’s cries and agonized whimpers as Kieren pins him back in his chair with an unforgiving grip on his now dislocated shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad that he lost the bet,” Kieren’s nearly buzzing with excitement as he continues to apply pressure on the crumbling man’s shoulder. “I bet him you’d try to reach for a weapon, he said you’d die in a puddle of your own piss.” The man howls in pain as Kieren twists his arm behind him. Luke crosses his arms, his scowl just visible beneath the edge of his mask.

“The bet’s not over yet, he could still end up pissing himself before Boss puts him down,” Luke huffs.

“Boys please,” you say with a smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t oversell it before our guest has a chance to hear my proposal.” You reach the seat at the table’s head where the former Chairman still slumps. Luke rushed forward, spinning the chair to dislodge the body before pulling it out for you.

“Thank you Luke,” you smile broadly, sitting back and spreading your arms onto the cushioned armrests. You pass your gun to Luke who takes it and steps back to stand just behind your periphery. You know without looking that he’s wiping it down and checking the magazine to reload it if necessary. You fold your hands in front of you and cross your suit-clad legs at the knee before turning to face the man whose face has turned an impressive shade of purple sitting across from you.

“I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me, Mr. . . .” you trail off, feigning an embarrassed smile. “Well this is awkward, I don’t even know your name.” You stare him down, waiting for his answer.

“I don’t know who you are lady-” the man spits a glob of blood onto the table in front of him. “But I know damn well you weren’t invited.”

He sneers, still wincing as Kieren applies even more pressure to the twist of his arm. You blink slowly, tilting your head to one side.

“You’re right,” you sigh, as though this admission pains you more than Kieren’s assault on the man’s arm. “I wasn’t invited to the big boy’s table.” You pout your lips in an exaggerated show of disappointment. Luke and Kieren make sounds of pitying assent. The man’s eyes flick between the twins before settling on you, obvious confusion flickering behind the pain and adrenaline that are no doubt coursing through his body. Slowly you lean forward, splaying your fingers onto the table in the shapes of claws reaching towards him, and your pout melts into a wolfish grin. “Think of this as a surprise party,” you croon. “The only difference is you didn’t know you were throwing it for me. Though I admit it did hurt when I realized you boys weren’t even going to attempt to include the new girl in your plans for the N109 Zone.”

“That’s because no one is interested in doing business with a spoiled little girl,” the man growls. “Dimitri just handed you the keys and you expect the respect of the syndicates without earning it?”

He scoffs and spits another glob of blood in your direction. At the mention of Dimitri, you see Kieren stiffen, and the sound of a gun being cocked behind you causes the man to freeze. You use your hands to push up from the table and stride over to the man, waving your hand over your shoulder to call Luke off before he empties your gun’s magazine into the very stupid man. You stop just in front of him and sit on the conference table, resting one of your boots on his knee. He winces as you apply slight pressure to dig your stiletto heel into his kneecap. Kieren uses his position behind him to steady the chair so the man can’t push away from you.

“The thing is,” you say slowly, resting your elbow on your outstretched knee with your chin in your hand. “Anyone who knows anything about Dimitri knows that no one survives Charon. There’s always someone stronger than you who will snuff you out, or you become the strongest by eliminating those weaker than you. No one is safe, even if they survive for years-decades, even-eventually the ferryman comes for us all.”

You feel your face harden at the use of Dimitri’s favorite analogy, at the fact that he’d be proud of you embracing the story he’d crafted for your entire life. Every needle prick, every shock delivered by electrodes imbedded in your skin, every hour you spent under observation or in testing rooms with wanderers and metaflux generators-all of the torture he put you through welled up inside your chest in a desperate tidal wave ready to crash and destroy everything in its wake. You take a deep breath and hold it for a count of three, using the sheer force of your will to tamp down on the torrent within your rib cage that is begging to be unleashed.

“I was born and raised in Charon,” you continue, pressing your heel further into the man’s kneecap with growing satisfaction. “So I’ve proven myself more than any of you wild dogs running around the N109 Zone.”

Luke steps up to you with your gun outstretched for you to take. As you lift the pistol from his palm, you make a show of examining it and checking the magazine for bullets. The man’s breathing ratchets up, his throat bobbing as he finally starts to understand his situation. He whips his gaze to Kieren behind him, then to Luke before landing back on you.

“You-you said we were gonna talk,” he stammers, tripping over his own tongue in his race to a different outcome than the one you’d already written weeks ago. “You need connections, someone to introduce you to the factions? I’m your guy!” His voice raises an octave as you complete your inspection of the gun and level it so the muzzle rests between his eyes. He whimpers. “You-you can’t kill me, you need me! No one will believe you if there aren’t any witnesses to back you.” His whole body begins to shudder as tears stream down his cheeks. You turn off the safety and cock the gun.

“Oh I’m well aware that I need witnesses,” you say nonchalantly. “At first it had been my intention to ask you for your help with my introduction to the N109 Zone’s syndicates, but then Luke had a much better idea.”

“Kieren helped a lot too, Boss,” Luke preens under your praise, and Kieren puffs his chest ever so slightly.

“The drones are all in place, Boss, ready for the splashy big finish!” Kieren holds up his watch that glows with the controls of the camera drones that have been capturing your entire operation from outside. With a flick of his wrist, Kieren sends the command that summons 5 drones to come soaring in through the door Luke had left open earlier. The drones form a circle around you and the boys. You stretch your other hand out like a ringmaster presenting the grand finale of a show.

“Smile boys, you’re live on every screen in the N109 Zone,” you smile with all of your teeth as the man’s face loses all color. Luke and Kieren waggle their fingers in exaggerated waves to the cameras. You press the barrel of the gun firmly against the man’s forehead and raise your voice so the drones can pick up every word. “There’s been a change in the chain of command around here. There used to be a chain,” you pull the trigger without pausing, channeling the kickback of the shot to propel your arm up into a graceful arc just like every action movie you’ve ever seen. “Now I’m in command-and I’m redecorating.” Your words tangle with the echo of the gunshot in the boardroom, the sound of the man’s body hitting the floor from Kieren spinning his chair around and around at high speed follows in a macabre form of applause.

Kieren fiddles with his watch for a moment, then gives a thumbs up. “Feed’s cut Boss, now it’s looping on the big screens all over the N109 Zone and Charon.” The drones form a single-file line and zoom out the way they’d come. A faint beeping sounds from behind you and you turn to Luke.

“Uh Boss, looks like the Association’s headed this way; we should get going.” Just as he silences the alarm, the distant sound of sirens drifts in from outside.

“It took them long enough,” you say smugly as you turn to head out the door, the twins falling in step behind you. “Take the car and meet me back at Base 5-no detours,” you order as all three of you step into the gloom outside.

“You got it, Boss,” the twins say in unison as they head towards the parked black SUV around the corner.

You head in the opposite direction down the street, reaching the spot where your motorcycle was parked in clear view of the main entrance to the building you’d just left. You swing your leg over the seat and turn the key in the ignition, sinking into the familiar thrum beneath you. As you strap on your helmet and activate the navs and smart display in the visor, you use your watch to pull up the feed from one of the drones Luke had left active with a clear view of a 5 block radius. Your eyes search for any Association vehicles and other obstacles along your route; satisfied with your plan, you shift your bike into gear and peel out onto the road, urging the engine to top speed in a matter of seconds.

As you round the corner onto the main road, you catch a glimpse of another motorcycle heading in your direction at high speed. You weave in and out of traffic until you’re riding the divider line, holding your hand out with the universal sign passed amongst riders on the road. As you get closer and closer to passing them, you feel a tinge of irritation that the rider doesn’t reciprocate your sign. Rude. Just as you're passing each other, you turn your head slightly and catch a glimpse of the other rider’s hand returning your gesture with a slight head nod to boot. You nod in acknowledgement before releasing the throttle and letting your bike carry you away. In your rearview mirror, you see the rider glance back at you before pulling a hairpin U-turn to follow. You rev your engine, shifting gears to coax more speed from your bike and you smile. Let’s see your pursuit skills, Mr. Hunter. Using your left hand, you scroll the menu on your smart display until you find the command Kieren had added to your control panel. With a push of the obnoxiously large red button, the eighth floor of the N109 Zone’s syndicate meeting building explodes.

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Sylus watches the black motorcycle disappear at an impressive speed in his rearview mirror. Seeing her shift to a higher gear for acceleration, he turns his bike in a tight U-turn and pushes his own bike to its maximum acceleration speed. He knows he won’t be able to catch up, not when she has every mod he’s ever dreamed of, and his Association-issued HMM774 can only take so many upgrades without catching notice from his superiors. Still, he squeezes the throttle with all of his urgency to chase-to hunt-to catch her. He sees her glancing at her rearview mirror, but he doesn’t mind his prey knowing that he’s on her tail. There isn’t anything she can do to escape him-he will catch her in due time.

His train of thought hitches as he sees the movement of your hand on your smart display. Sylus continues to push his bike for a speed it physically cannot produce. As the gap between his bike and his target finally begins to close, he reaches into his pocket for the magnetic tracker he’d prepared just for her. His motorcycle’s speedometer needle strains against its maximum level, waving a white flag in defeat even as he tries to imbue his sheer force of will into the machine for one final acceleration. He looks up ahead to see the gap widening again. I’m not going to make it, not this time, he grimaces behind his helmet. He hadn’t intended to tip his hand this early in the game, but he has no choice if he wants to walk away from this encounter with a step forward. Gathering the red mist of his evol into the hand that’s clutching the tracker, he throws it with all his might towards the black bike. The moment the tracker leaves his hand, two things happen simultaneously: first, the tracker disappears in a cloud of red mist; second, an explosion shakes the ground and sends ripple after ripple of shockwaves that overtake Sylus’ motorcycle in seconds. Sylus’ eyes widen just before his bike swerves out of his control. He lets his evol consume him, red mist swallowing his body before it can hit the pavement then a moment later swirling around him as he steps onto the sidewalk several meters away. As soon as his feet touch the ground, his eyes find their target once more, his concentration on the black motorcycle as it shrinks into the distance. A tiny orb of red mist appears behind the rider’s back and drifts to the underside of the rear fender where the magnetic tracker attaches itself out of sight. Sylus smiles as the black bike disappears completely from view. Got you, sweetie.

#this is an ode to my new fave action movie Death and Rebirth main story #twisted mc is so hot omfg #luke and kieren my boyssssss my lil chaos and torture demons #shamelessly giving mc the most dramatic entrance pov ever #lads #lads au #love and deepspace #loveanddeepspace #fanfic #fanfiction #lnds #lnds sylus #lads sylus #sylus x fmc #sylus x mc #sylus x reader

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