Status:working on the next chapters..then the mini novel.yung next few chapters try ko magpost ng 1 or 2 a month, pero yung mini novel on hold dahil sira yung card reader ko and puno HD ng cp ko so di ko masasave. may isa na kung chapter dne but di ko matransfer kasi sira card reader ko.
sorry mukhang delayed muna.
BROKEN REFLECTIONSShard 1:see below
Shard 2:
http://www.candymag.com/teentalk/index.php/topic,170752.15.html but yung dark angel di ko mapost, character limit error.next time dagdag ko na lang.
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Iceman2010.The world is a mess, a bloody big mess.
Human greed caused several "mini wars" over oil. Pollution destroyed the majority of the world's biosphere. Some religous fanatics nuked New York and the Amazon Basin.There was a lot of fingerpointing and the resulting war caused a complete global political, ecological and economic disaster.
The relatively habitable part of Asia was cordoned off for the rich and the corrupt corps that support them and provide their every single whim and desire.The enclave of New Hong Kong,Jewel of the South China Sea. Rich,stable, and somewhat peaceful.
For those who didn't have the money and the influence to live in the enclave, those with something to hide, or just running from the law, there are the poisoned, and bombed-out husks along the coast. It has many names, Hell, Wasteland, The Slums. But most call it "home".
My name is Damien Frost, but people call me Iceman.Tall, silver-white hair and steel gray eyes. Nerves of steel and a heart that's cold as ice.
I am a Hunter, a corporate hitman and wetworks operative. This isn't exactly a job to be proud of, but what can you be proud of these days? It pays the bills. I lost my home,my family, and the woman I love in the war. A war caused by the corps and the corrupt politicians in their pocket. Ironic, isnt it? I end up working for the people who took away all I ever cared about.
I have done a lot of things,things that most people wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole,things the corps didn't want to get their hands dirty with. I still wake up with nightmares, faces of those I killed or worse.
Life sucks,but it could have been worse.
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MiseriaSo this is how the dregs of society live. Disgusting. And yet they teem and thrive. Like roaches.
Then again,they are a means to an end. It is because of these mindless dretches that my family's fortune was made. And because of them,that I lost my mother.
I was born to a life most would only dream of. Every priviledge and desire was mine. After all, we control the biggest arms manufacturer on Earth. I never really knew who my father was. All I got from my mom was that he was a corp executive killed in the war.
I got it all. Wealth,beauty, power, and whatever i wanted was the best money can buy. I thought life can never get worse. I was wrong.
On my 16th birthday, my mother was on a tour of Europe. She returned in a box. Novatech would be controlled by the board till I turned 18. Losing the only family I got, I felt empty and started frequenting the Wasteland under the name Miseria,for kicks. Thats where I met Damien.
One night, I was so plastered that I fell asleep in an alley and woke up when a bum started feeling me up. Shouldn't have drunk that much, but misery loves alcohol. Then I heard a gunshot.
"Did you shoot him because you didn't want to share? It's okay. The more, the merrier."
"Shut up.Get up, Cinderella, you have to go back to your castle.This isn't the enclave."
"Did you suddenly become my adoptive parent, old man."
"You got two choices, brat. Start walking or I tie you up and carry you like a sack."
"Do you know who I am!?"
"I know exactly who you are,Victoria Marquet."
It turned out that my mother took out a contract with this guy to ensure my safety,just in case she met the reaper suddenly.
Two years later, when I took control of Novatech, I contacted Damien with a very generous proposal. I wanted: 1)whoever killed my mother dead and 2)the SOB's death would be messy, very painful, and very, very slow. I offered a blank check in operating expenses and 2 million euros after the job is done. He delivered, in a very impressive manner. The bastard died after 7 days and I enjoyed every moment of it.
I enticed Damien to join Novatech as VP of Corp Security. He gets to choose his Hunters, play with all the lethal little toys our labs produce, and a large budget. At first, I objected to his recruitment of Wasteland scum, but it seems that they are unexpectedly effective. In a business where 'the best' was dead after 3 years, Damien's team have become legendary for taking on impossible odds and surviving for 10 years now. I don't know how he does it, but as long as whoever I want dead ends up in a hole in a ground, I don't care.
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ViperHmm...running a nightclub and strip joint in the middle of the Slums has some ups, like never having a slow night and no crummy laws plus some very interesting clients.But its a !@#$ cleaning up the bloodstains in the morning and finding new muscle every week or so cause the old ones died on me.
But at least I am better off than most of the street trash.Thanks to Iceman being a regular, no one touches me.In exchange, I get info for him and provide or get rid of whatever he needs.
Better his friend than his enemy, heard that the last guy who pissed him off was begging to be killed when the street trash found what was left of him, and what was left of him couldn't be sold to the organ bank.
'Paradise' has built quite a rep for itself thru all these years. We got the most accomodating and best girls ,or guys, if you are into that.And all the recreational pharmaceuticals. Clients range from Hunters going for a last bang before they get iced to crime lords and corp honchos slumming it.
My business is pleasure and business is booming.
