Slipping In

Turns out being depressed, sociopathic and having no real care for installing cyberware gets you falling off the cliff of sanity like Adam Smasher fell through Rebecca.

My impromptu immigration to the world of cyberpunk in year 2075 didn't help me in any way either.

My drop off was bloody, as in waking up/regaining consciousness in a room full of corpses and in a body that was obviously not mine.

My first action was to take in what was around me, and then to look at my new body.

Doing that saved my ass from getting set on ice as a armed man walked through the door, in his hands was an oversized shotgun.

Before I knew it, my arm was buried up to my bicept through his chest, my hand wrapped around his still beating artificial heart.

The last thing he said putting a smile on my face.

"Wha-d-dad?"

As I stood there, my arm still through his chest, memories started getting forced into my head.

Memories of this body, on how he grew up with in old New York, running with a gang and his older brother, that was until the gang got wiped out by our rivals.

After that this bodies brother enlisted into the army to get his next fix of violence, while those body decided to join one of the gangs ruling the city, it didn't take long for him to get a rep.

The reputation being that of an apathetic machine as he would not care much on who he killed or what he did.

Sure he didn't go out of his way to kill civilians, bit that was more because doing that would get more heat on him, and that it was a waste of time and resources.

This did not mean that he did not take part in a lot of jobs that involved civilians, but just that he would not go out of his way to kill'em if he didn't have a reason.

The weirdest part of the memories was how the previous bodies owner thought like I did, took the same actions I would of done if I was in his position and how he even talked like I do.

Once the memories stopped trying to explode my head, I realized I must of been standing still for a while as the body was cold and the heart not beating.

It may be sick to others, but I was appreciative of the way I killed the kid hanging on my arm, as it told me I was standing here for at minimum 5 minutes.

Taking my arm out of the young teen, the memories informing me of his identity as this bodies biological son of 13 years of age.

Looking around made me realize that I was standing inside of a small apartment, blood soaking the walls and any furniture within the room.

Using the memories, I walk into the bathroom and take a shower, taking my time to review the reason why the previous owner snapped and killed his family.

As the water runs down my now naked form, the memories flash through my mind.

--FLASHBACK--

Walking into his apartment, Mark could hear his wife's moans coming from his bedroom, as well as the voice of someone he trusted to keep his wife safe.

"Fuck yeah, baby, you feel soo good tonight"

Activating his Sandevistan, Mike broke through his bedrooms door, taking in the scene infront of his eyes with disappointment.

His wife was on all fours getting railed from behind by her bodyguard.

Grabbing them both, he threw them through the broken door sending them sprawling onto the lounge floor.

Deactivating the sandy, as he stood infront of them, he deployed his custom made wolverine claws, his nails extending 4 inches into extremely sharp and durable razor-like blades.

"What the fu-AAAAAHHHHHHH"

Cutting off his sentence with as scream, as Mike tore his genitals into ribbons, Danny did not know what was going on before his world turned into pain.

"Wait, wait, ho-honey, I can explain, it's not what it looks like"

Samantha stammered out, fear evident in her voice, as the man-no beast standing in front of her turned its cold and uncaring gaze to her.

"Then please, Sam. Tell me. What is this then?"

Mike said with an uncaring voice.

"I-I-w-we. H-he f-forced me to d-do it. H-he said the gang would t-take me if I didn't"

She said, her speech improving as she gained more confidence in her excuse.

"Well then, I guess I have more waste to clean up"

Mike's reply came, causing ice cold fear to pour into Sam mind, memories of the looks, rumor's and attitude of the gang Mike runs with finally smashing together like a sledgehammer.

The authority she had over the gang that she so loved to enjoy, the VIP treatment she loved and the fearful looks where ever she walked, once believed to be her husband's position that allowed her those luxuries.

But now looking at her husband's behavior, it was all to clear that it was not his position as the gangs killer that struck fear into them, but her husband himself.

Looking down at he's wife, Mike pulls a round bead from his pocket and shoves it into her mouth, keeping his hand covering her mouth as the object activated.

The next moment, the muffled screams of his wife, ring out like the sound of a rooster, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh.

Beside the fact that she was struggling to get free, her only hope being the subscription to trauma team that could saver from this hell.

The way Mark was taking his time should of been her first warning, the lack of a trauma team alert should of been her second and the silence of the night should of been her third.

Clinging to that desperate hope, Samantha failed to notice, or even bother to check if her subscription was still valid.

You see, Mark was the one paying for the subscription, he was also good friends with some of the men and women trauma team, so when he asked some of them to cancel the subscription without notifying his wife, it only cost him some extra eddies and a small favor.

The fact he was known to flatline cyberphyco's helped out as well. Not that he did it for them, he only did it so he could improve his own combat experience.

Anyway, as time passed with no sign of trauma team showing up, the small bit of hope within Samantha was crushed.

The white phosphorus bead within her throat, melting it's way down through any meat of Cybernetics in its way.

The sound of sizzling meat, gurgling screams and the crying of a man, being a nice tune within Mike's ears.

Turning to the man laying in the fetal position and holding what is left of his manhood, Mike hangs the man from the roof, holding him up with some of Samantha's intestines, holding him up by his feet.

Giving the man a shot of adrenaline, Mike uses his claws to skin Danny like you would a cow. His claws making cutting through flesh easy, his movements showing experience as he easily cuts off a full intact skin.

Danny's screams never once stopped, not when he was skinned, not when his cyberware was carefully taken out, not when he was butchered like a piece of meat and not even when his heart was ripped out of his chest.

Only when Mike's foot crushed his head did his screaming stop, and left the apartment in silence once more.

That was until the door to the apartment opened and a young teen walked in.

--FLASHBACK END--

Stepping out of the shower, I get dressed into my normal outfit.

[CLOTHES PIC]

Taking one last look at the bloodied room, I walk out and lock the door behind me, walking down to the gangs main base.

Once there I greet some of the boys and walk into the bosses office.

"Yo, Mike I need you to deliver a message to the crimson sun's gang, they flatlined a couple if our new recruits yesterday"

"Sure, send the cords, anyway why not let me take out their main base?"

*sigh* "You know why. Last time I let you do that, we ended up in a decade long gang war. If we start another one, all gangs and even NYPD will be on our asses"

"Yea, yea, I know, it just seems like a waste of resources to not do anything about'em, anyway catch you on the flip, imma go send the message"

Walking out of the bosses office, I quickly make my way down to the crimson sun's gang's main base and start my slaughter, killing everything, the gang members, the hostages and anyone else.

After my little slaughter, I took everything that was worth eddies and dipped. I spent a good hour hitting different gangs and taking their valuables.

After my slaughter I went to multiple fences and sold the valuables gaining a good amount of eddies.

Once done, I made my way to the airport as I booked a flight to a shithole of a place called Night City, one reason was because I wanted to leave this place as a gang war was about to start once again and second because I want to experience Night City for myself.