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Subject: {ASSM} A Story - Snakes (Sci Fi / Romance / MF)
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The twin turbines were perfectly engineered. Running in timed
unison, they hardly made a sound. A mild road vibration ran
though my hands and up my arms. Wind filled my ears and cleared
my thoughts. I wanted to think as little as possible. I rode
until I was exhausted. Only then would I stop. Just long enough
to fuel my machine, catch a few hours' sleep, and eat a couple of
bites.

The days blended into a single endless moment. I lost track of
time and where I was headed. It didn't matter. One road was the
same as another, one town the same as the last. The faces, the
billboards, the cops, all looked the same. I meant to get lost
and I was succeeding.

I was on the edge of some city somewhere when my machine needed
fuel. The sun had set, and a rainstorm was brewing. I didn't mind
riding in the rain. I actually liked it. The faster I went, the
more the drops bit into my skin.

"I'll blast right through that storm," I thought.

The cops didn't stop speeders in the rain. They didn't want to
get their nice, neat uniforms all wet. In a driving storm, I
could crank it up over two hundred. This machine liked to go
fast. At high speeds, the ride was smooth as glass. An open road
and pounding raindrops was a marvelous combination.

My machine and I turned into a brightly lit fuel station. When
the tank was full I went inside to pay. The kid behind the
register stared at me as they all did. His eyes were big and face
held that awkward look of unease. He took my money and quickly
pushed the register buttons. A little bell rang when the change
drawer opened.

"Hey mister!" the kid said in an excited voice. "You won a free
dinner."

I held out my hand to retrieve my change.

"No really," he continued. "The new hotel across the street is
offering a promotion. I'm not kidding. You won a full dinner for
two. It's free."

He tore off a printed receipt and mixed it with my change. With a
smile only a child could make he handed me my money, and a dinner
voucher.

"It's really good food. My parents eat there all the time. The
government lets us have real food these days."

I didn't say anything. I never said anything. I suddenly realized
it had been days, or even weeks, since I had spoken a word to
anyone. In fact I couldn't remember the last person I had talked
to.

I folded the money into my hand and returned to my machine. The
wind had changed. The air tasted different. Above the city, blue
lightning danced in the clouds. Dust swirled across the parking
lot. Green gum wrappers and cigarette butts danced between my
boots. I pulled my leather rain gear from the side bags. Just as
I did, a sharp crack of thunder rattled the night air. I closed
my eyes, covered my head, and dropped to a knee.

When the noise dissipated, I opened my eyes. My knee was in a
puddle of thick, foul mud. The air stunk of expended munitions
and a recent chemical attack. Distant explosions rumbled through
the air. The horizon filled with brilliant flashes. My hands
tightly gripped my weapon. I was at the end of a trench, kneeling
alone. It was very dark and about to rain. Behind me, I heard the
creaking sound of someone raising a face shield. A lighter
flicked; someone lit a cigarette.

"Where's the hybrid?" a voice behind me asked.

Another face shield rose.

"That's him, over there, kneeling down," was the reply.

Both face shields slammed shut. Heavy footsteps approached from
the rear. The smell of the cigarette came closer. Thick boots
splashed muddy water as they neared. An officer with no weapon
walked past, then knelt in front of me. He raised his face shield
and drew hard from his small white cigarette. The ash burned
bright red. He stared at me while the smoke worked its way deep
into his lungs. He tried not to focus on my eyes, but he couldn't
help it. He took another pull from his cigarette.

"You the hybrid?" he asked while he blew out the smoke.

Of course I was. Why else was I wearing no mask? Why could I
breathe this putrid, poison air without passing out? Why was I
over here alone? He slammed his mask down so he could get a fresh
breath of oxygen. After a couple of good inhales, the mask
flipped back up.

"You see that city," he said pointing into the darkness.

I looked over the top of the trench. I could clearly see the
ruins of an Allorain city, even if he couldn't.

"We chased an enemy hybrid into those ruins. Two combat teams
went into to get it. None of them came back. That's why I sent
for you. The entire advance is held up until the city is clear.
You need to go in there and get it."

He slammed his face shield down. He glared at me through the
clear plastic. The burned out city was half a mile away. I had to
run across open terrain. Sniper fire didn't scare me, but the
field was probably mined. The little ones were no problem, but if
I detonated a big mine, one meant for a tank, well, even I
couldn't survive a blast that large.

I checked my weapon. It was fully charged. On my vest were two
blast grenades. My canteen was half full.

The officer raised his mask.

"Are you going or not?"

"Fuck you," I said and leaped out of the trench. As I fell back
to the ground, I tasted the air with my tongue and expanded my
pupils. Everything in front of me was already dead. I jumped from
blast mark to blast mark trying to avoid any open patch of
ground. A few bullets whizzed past my ears. They were fired from
behind me and easy to avoid. Those dumb army bastards shot at
anything.

I made it to the outside of the ruins. I ducked behind a
burned-out school bus. Deep thunder rumbled in the sky. Cold,
thick rain began to fall. I looked around hoping to see movement.
All the buildings and cars were totally destroyed. I flipped my
tongue in the air and caught a scent. It was close, very close. I
heard a click and the sound of a spinning round. I ducked just as
a heavy pulse charge slammed into the bus. Dirt and flying hot
metal filled the air. Another click; this time a pin being
pulled. A grenade was sailing straight for me. I coiled my legs
and leapt. The shock of the explosion hurled me over a building.
I slammed hard onto the pavement. I rose to a knee and shook my
head.

"Hey, you alright? You been kneeling there for quite a while. You
sick?"

When I looked up, the bright lights hurt my eyes. I had to squint
to see her face. She wasn't pretty by any means. She wore a white
pullover long-sleeved shirt and tight black jeans. She was
standing in the parking lot, holding a red box of cigarettes. A
small blue lighter was in one of her hands.

"You okay?" she asked.

I stood up and dusted off my pants.

"Yeah, the thunder caught me off guard. Loud noises give me a
fright."

She smiled and gave me a funny look.

"You don't look scared."

We passed an uneasy moment. She grinned and waited for me to say
something.

"Well, I see you're alright," she said and began to back away.
"See you around, maybe."

"Hey, you hungry? You want to have dinner? I got a free ticket."

I extended my hand and showed my meal voucher. She looked at me
as if she wasn't quite sure what to do. I tried to reassure her.

"I'm just passing through, " I said. "I'd like some company.
That's all."

"Where you headed?' she asked.

"Nowhere in particular," I said.

She took a small step toward me.

"You're from Calima, aren't you?" she asked.

I nodded.

"You're a long way from home."

She glanced at my motorcycle while she pondered my offer. She
gave me several up and down looks and then nodded her head.

"Sure, why not?"

I secured my machine and we walked to the hotel. The lights in
the restaurant were far too bright, so I asked them to find us a
dark booth in the bar. As soon as we sat down, she lit her
cigarette. She took a deep inhale and pulled up the sleeves of
her cotton shirt. My eyes were drawn to the inside of her right
arm.

I unbuttoned my right sleeve and rolled up my shirt. I laid my
right arm on the table so she could see the inside of my wrist.
Her surprised eyes opened wide. She put down her cigarette and
slowly lowered her arm next to mine. The skin from the base of
her wrist to the bend in her elbow was covered by a single
tattoo. Her flesh bore the drawing of an amazingly lifelike red
cobra with piecing black eyes. The neck of the snake was
expanded, as if to strike. Hers was identical to mine, except for
the colors. My snake was black, with bright red eyes.

"Now that's weird," she said. "Very weird."

I rose from the pavement and took off running. The enemy had me
zoned in but I had no idea where he was. The air tasted of his
presence, but I couldn't pinpoint the exact location. The air
around me turned red from the glow of high yield energy rounds
whizzing past my head. I had to judge the speed and direction of
the bursts by the sound. At the last instant, I jerked my head
out of the path of each shot. Whoever was firing at me was very
good. I had to return fire, even if I hit nothing.

I leaped high into the air and rolled on to my back. As I
rotated, I sent a burst of rounds back towards the source of the
red glowing charges. My shells must have struck something close
to the target, because the firing stopped. I ducked into a
building, and checked myself for injuries.

"Where did you get that done?" she asked.

"What?" I asked.

"The cobra, of course. Where did you get it?"

"I don't remember exactly," I said. "I must have been drunk."

She looked deep into my eyes. She didn't believe me. With the
ends of her fingernails, she lightly traced the outline of the
cobra on my flesh. She leaned over the table and spoke in a
whisper.

"You're a Calima hybrid, aren't you?"

I'd been very lucky. All those rounds had missed. My body armor
was ripped to shreds, but I was unharmed. I had to find this one
and kill it fast. The air tasted clean. I heard nothing and saw
nothing. He was out there somewhere, moving, hiding in the ruins.
This one was better than most.

"You were part of an army experiment, weren't you? We always
thought you guys had a project. They changed you up, didn't they?
That's why the thunder hurts your ears. It's why the light blinds
your eyes. It's why you scare the hell out of people."

I looked away.

"I don't want to think about it."

She put her warm palm on my wrist. She gently stroked my flesh.
Her hand went all the way down the inside of my arm and on to my
open palm. She kept stroking me, trying to calm me down. Her
touch was soothing and affectionate.

"It's okay," she said. "I know what it was like."

My best chance was to get high. Someplace like a tower or a tall
building. I needed to be able to see and smell as much as
possible. I changed my weapon to full yield. This setting would
allow fewer shots, but the blast would be greater. I doubted I
would get a clean shot at this one. My tongue darted in and out.
The air was clean. I strained my ears and pushed my pupils to
full wide. The only movement was from the red-eyed rats eating
and scurrying about. The enemy must be waiting, sitting still. No
doubt hoping I would reveal myself. Then I realized what he was
doing. He knew this city and all the high points. He was waiting
and hiding next to a tower. He knew I would look to climb. That's
when he would get me. Trap-setting bastard.

"How long were you in the program? Hard far did you go?"

I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to remember it.
That was why I was on the road, running as fast as I could.

She reached to my other hand and pulled it down to the table. I
tired to pull it back, but she gently insisted I keep it down.
Carefully, she unbuttoned my left sleeve. She rolled up my shirt
and revealed the inside of my left arm. With her nails, she
slowly traced the outline of my other tattoo; a snarling black
panther with dark yellow eyes.

"A double?" she asked. "You're a double. How very intense. We
tried for doubles, but they always died or went mad."

I started to get up. I was feeling very uncomfortable. The
program was terminated and I was thrown out. They gave me lots of
money and a bottle of pills to help me sleep. I'd been running
ever since. She could sense my unease. She knew that I was
getting nervous. She gave my wrists a gentle tug.

"Hey, look at me. My name is Sesha. What's your name? Please,
tell me your name."

My name? What was my name? I pulled away from her and put my
fingers to my forehead.

"I can't remember my name," I said.

I started to pound my forehead with my fists.

"I can't remember my own name. I can't remember so many things."

"Alright," she said and reached out for my hands. She made me
open my palms, and then she placed hers on top of mine.

"It's okay, it's not important," she told me is a soft calm
voice.

I took a few deep breaths.

"They called me Ducey, that's all I remember," I said.

I stood up and looked around. Panic was setting in.

"I've got to get out of here."

She stood up with me.

"Okay, let's go. I live close to here. Come back home with me. We
don't have to talk about it. You're exhausted. How long has it
been since you slept? You can stay with me. No one will bother
you. I promise."

She could see she was losing me. I wanted out of there, back on
the road. I was about to run. She made me stop and listen to her.

"Look at me. I know what's it like to be different. To have
people stare at you. To be thrown away like you're worthless."

For the first time, I really looked at her. Her hair was shoulder
length, a light brown color and not very thick. She was tall for
an Allorain woman. Her shoulders were wide and she had the legs
and torso of an athlete. Her face was hard, but her voice was
soft.

"Take me for a ride on your motorcycle. Please."

I knew all about traps. It was basic training. Let the prey come
to you. Just how clever was this one? Was he one step ahead or
one behind? He already had clean shots and missed. If I had a
clean shot, this would be over. My instincts took control. I
crept through the shadows without making a sound. The rain would
confuse normal senses, but not mine. My ears, taste, and eyes
told me everything. My mind created a panoramic view. I could see
around walls, behind me, and above me. I searched for his hiding
place. It would be in a dark corner. Someplace low with a clear
view of a tower. I might only get one chance. I would need to get
close. There could be no escape. This one I would kill with my
knife.

She clung to my arm when we left the hotel. The rain was pouring.
She jumped on the back of my machine and waited for me to start
it.

"Come on," Sesha said. "Let's ride!"

The rain made her hair stick to the sides of her face. She was
soaking wet, but she didn't care. She put her feet on the rear
pegs and held out her arms inviting to me to sit down. When I
did, she ran her nails over my back.

"This will be fun," she said.

The engines turned over and blue exhaust blew out the pipes. I
popped the machine into gear and roared out of the parking lot.
Her hands wrapped around my belly and she held me tight. She was
very strong. She put her chin to my shoulder and licked my neck.
The road was dark and the rain pounded our flesh. My eyes
adjusted to the night. In the mirror I could see her reflection.
She was smiling; her eyes were wide and her pupils like small
black diamonds. She pulled close to me and spoke into my ear.

"Let's go fast. I like it fast."

In the center of the destroyed city stood the remains of a ruined
water tower. It was the tallest remaining structure. The enemy
was either in the tower, or most likely hiding nearby. There were
so many dark holes and places of concealment. I needed to do
something to flush him out.

The faster I drove, the tighter she held me. Her hands wandered
freely over my chest and my legs. The machine was running as fast
as it would go. Telephone poles and other cars whizzed by. A slow
moving van pulled in front of us. I had to swerve violently to
avoid it. I laid the machine so close to the ground my knee
almost touched the pavement.

"Yeah!" Sesha screamed and laughed. "Whewwww!' she yelled. "Crank
it up!"

A cop pulled off the side road and hit his lights. He was chasing
us with his siren blaring.

"Pull over!" the cop yelled on his speaker.

"Catch us if you can!" she yelled. "HAHAHA! Whewwww!" She
screamed.

My blood was up. This was fun. I spotted an exit and drove off
the main highway. The cop followed, but he would never catch us.
I was a hundred steps ahead of him. Down the narrow country road
we flew. I slowed down a bit so the cop could catch up. Running
from him was too much fun. I wanted the thrill to last a little
longer. We sped through old country bridges, past small farm
houses, and over railroad tracks. The rain made the roads slick,
which added to the thrill.

"Is that the best you can do!" she yelled back at the cop.
"HAHAHA! You're too slow! You'll never catch us!"

We passed other cars, we drove on both sides of the road, and we
hurled over bumps and paid no attention to the speed. The faster
I went, the more she yelled. She ran her hands all over me and I
liked it.

After a good long chase, I decided it was time to lose the cop. I
weaved down the road until we came around a sharp bend. Before
the cop made the turn, I slammed the brakes and slid the machine
to a halt. I ran us down a dirt path and shut off the lights. The
cop peeled around the bend and kept on going.

"Oh, baby that was fun!" she said. "Whew! Man, you can sure drive
this machine!"

I dropped the kickstand and shut off the engine. I stood up and
pulled her off the back of the machine. She was soaking wet and
her hair was all over her face. I pushed the hair away from her
mouth and pulled her to me.

Her slit pupils were so wide they filled her eyes. I traced her
lips with my finger.

"You really are a snake," I said. "Like me."

The smile left her face. She put her hands on my shoulders and
lightly dug her nails into my skin.

"Yeah, just like you."

I pulled her to me and put my lips to hers. She opened her mouth
and met my kiss with her own. We were the same; I could taste it.
The tighter I held her, the stronger she gripped me. She was very
powerful. I could feel her muscles and tendons tighten.

She pulled her mouth away and bit the side of my neck. Her sharp
teeth almost broke the skin. She had the power to kill me if she
wanted to.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked.

She released her teeth and ran her rough tongue over my skin.

"Take me home," she whispered in my ear.

I crouched in the darkness. One of us had to make a mistake. It
was then I caught the scent. A fresh cigarette was burning. My
senses traced the smell to a pitch black hole fifty meters from
the tower. The bastard was setting another trap. Did he really
think I was stupid enough to follow that scent? At least I knew
he was close. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a quick
reflection. A tiny ray of light had bounded off a lens. Opposite
the dark hole containing the cigarette, the enemy waited. His
scope was to his eye. He searched the terrain, hoping I would
show myself. He had made his one error.

All the way back to her house, she rested her head on my back. I
drove slowly so as not to bounce her. Her hands ran over me. She
lifted my shirt and felt my flesh. She reached between my legs
and found what she was looking for. She kissed my neck and firmly
stroked me. I enjoyed every second of it.

She lived outside the city, off a hard-to-see dirt road. As soon
as we entered the door to her small house, she ripped off my
clothes. Then she pulled off her own. Her body was hard and
perfect. She pressed her small, hard breasts to my chest and
kissed me. Her face was flush and her skin warm. She held my cock
in her hand and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth.

"Let go," Sesha whispered. "Be wild."

I did as she asked. My instincts took over. Blood rushed into my
ears and my eyes turned to thin slits. My muscles tightened and
every sense became acute. When she saw the animal in my face, she
dug her nails into my back and let herself go. She violently
shook her head and slapped her wet hair from side to side. Her
mouth opened and she bared her sharp, white teeth.

I picked her off the floor and slammed her into the wall. She
wrapped her legs around me and put her hands on the sides of my
face. Her nails were razor sharp. The small amount of light in
the room reflected off her beautiful eyes. She was wild, excited,
and exotic.

We dug into each other like animals. We bounced off the walls and
the furniture. She kept her legs locked around me and her lips
buried to mine. Her nostrils flared from her hard, rapid
breathing. She kept checking to see if was hard. She wanted me to
take her, but I wasn't ready. For now I wanted to hold her and
feel her lust. Around and around we went until finally we found
the bed. I fell on top of her and she raised her legs. Her eyes
were wide and wild. Her breath was hot. She was panting. She took
firm hold of me and put me inside her. I let out a deep gasp as I
entered her. She was hot and tight.

She wrapped her arms around me and opened as wide as she could.
When she wasn't kissing me, she licked the sides of my face. We
made love as if we had done it a thousand times. She moved as I
moved. While I was inside of her, we were one.

We rolled over the bed and fell onto the wooden floor. She never
let go of me and I won't let go of her. In every position, I
remained deep inside of her. I wanted to be inside her. When she
was on top, she raised and lowered her wide powerful hips up and
down my hard shaft. She sat up and put her nails on the sides on
my neck. In the darkness I could see the sweat pouring down her
wild face. We were consumed by our passions. Our instincts ran
free. We held nothing back. She dug her teeth into my neck and
broke the flesh. She licked my blood and rubbed her hot face all
over mine. I held her breasts in my hands and sometimes pinched
her erect little nipples. The pain made her wince, but she never
pulled away.

When she became excited, she rolled me on top of her. She wanted
me to give it to her hard, and nonstop. She would bury her
forehead in my chest and tense her entire body. I slammed into
her thighs until she exhaled and released all the tension. Each
time she came, she dug her fingers into my back. Her orgasms were
powerful and came from deep inside her belly. I paused after each
and held her close to my chest so she could her enjoy the moment
to the fullest. She didn't rest for long. Soon she would move in
a manner that told me she wanted me to continue. For hours and
hours we pounded and mauled each other.

Staying low and clinging to the shadows, I stalked my prey. I
knew where he was. I thought about using a grenade, but I wanted
to be certain of the kill. I crept around the dark opening and
drew my knife. I tossed a rock toward the tower. When it hit, his
instincts would force him to look. The rock landed and I pounced
into the darkness. Where there should have been an enemy, there
was only a gun propped between two rocks. I leaped into the air
just in time to avoid the slash. When I hit the ground, he came
at me again. The sharp blade of his knife whistled past my ear.
He was good and fast, but not as fast as me. I kicked him in the
ribs and sent him flying off his feet. He slammed hard against
the brick wall. He pulled a grenade off his vest and went for the
pin. He was going to vaporize us both.

When I came for the third time, I needed a break. She curled up
on my chest and pulled the sheets over us. Her eyes returned to
normal and the pace of her breathing slowed. I ran my hand over
her hair and she pressed close to me.

"We're the same, you and me," she said.

She raised her head and looked into my eyes.

"Stop running. Stay here with me."

"What if war comes?" I asked.

She put her head back on my chest. With her finger she traced the
cobra on my arm. She said something, but I didn't hear her.

"What did you say?" I asked.

Before he could release the pin, I pounced on his chest. I jerked
the explosive from his hand and put my knife to his throat. His
slit eyes looked into mine. I was about to slice his throat when
I heard a voice.

"Would you kill me Ducey?"

I shook my head.

"What did you say?"

My enemy spoke again.

"Would you kill me?"

I reached for my canteen. I poured water on my enemy's face. With
my uniform, I wiped the grime away. Her hair was cut short and
there was deep scar on her cheek.

"Sesha?"

I pulled my knife from her neck. A small trickle of blood ran
down her flesh. I lifted her to her feet.

"Sesha, I didn't."

Before I could finish, she put her fingers to my lips. Lightly
she traced the outside of my mouth. A half smile came to her
face.

"I still think about you," she said.

I kissed her and she kissed me back. We were interrupted by the
sound of incoming artillery fire. We ducked into the darkness.
When the shelling stopped, I ran my hand over her face. She did
the same. She smiled at me and kissed my cheek.

"Suppose we were both killed?" I asked. "Who would miss us?"

"No one," she said. "Not a soul."

I ripped off her identity tags and pulled off my own. I wrapped
them around her grenade and set the powerful explosive for a ten
minute time delay.

"Don't you live around here?" I asked.

"Same place," she said.

"What do you say we go there and let this stupid war pass us by?"

"Suits me."

We left our weapons and ran out of the city. The battle lines
passed us, and eventually the war ended. No one searched for us
or even cared we were gone.

She raised and lowered her warm naked leg up and down my thigh.

"What did you say?" I asked.

She lifted her chin off my chest and looked into my eyes.

"I had a question," she said in a calm, soft voice.  "But I
already know the answer." 

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