by S Jade Path
Ren stood on the gore-slicked dancefloor, blood sluicing down her armour. Dancing holograms still gyrating in the wet smears, and the pounding music seemingly quiet in the absence of screams.
Staring, smiling, at what remained of the Syndicate Children—the Cool Kids.
They had made me, saved me, she sneered at that thought. They had taken her dead, junkie’s body, fused armour-scale tech to it, trained it to kill.
Made her into this abomination.
Ren sat on a ledge, 172 floors above the street, combat boots swinging.
Whispering, “Cool Kids never sleep.”
Leaning forward, she pushed off.
S Jade Path
S Jade Path is a fledgling author of small fiction and a prolific creator of dark poetry. She has had a life-long obsession with crawling into the depths of the psyche and forging shadows into words. Her work parallels this penchant for delving into the fantastical and strolling amongst demons. Follow her on Facebook: SJadePath