"The best way to appreciate your job is to imagine yourself without one." - Oscar Wilde
PRESENT DAY
THRAX
As soon as we step through the portal, I realize that everything was completely going haywire. I pull out a computer-esque device that measures changes in the dimension. This includes weather, temperature, the gravity scale, etc.
"This is insane," I say.
The internet connection is slowly going out, but the charts measuring every single level I have is out of control.
"We should not be here. Our being from another dimension along with crossing with the way this world works changes our—my—magical properties so much that I'm not even sure physics apply correctly. I mean, the gravity levels are off the charts. Everything is practically proportionately incorrect."
The Evil Angel stops walking and turns around to look at me. "Okay, first of all, what the h*ll did you just say? Second, look at us. Look at you, we don't look any different, do we?"
"I feel flatter!" I shriek anxiously, clutching the fur of my chest.
"You were already flat!" The Evil Angel laughs.
"Nobody cares about your boobs, Thrax," Nereid complains, walking slower to catch up to me.
"I care about my boobs!" I mutter. "Y'all are just jealous that you don't have what I got."
"So what are we doing?" Nereid asks.
"We need to set up camp. Time works differently here," the Evil Angel says.
"Of course it does." I say, pulling out my phone from my coat pocket. The seconds keep running forward like a timelapse, and I simply groan and put it away.
"Once we're done with that, we can finally start looking for what I need."
"What do you need?"
"I need the frame for my robot."
"Your robot? I'm the one who's building it!"
"I'm controlling it! They won't see you. You'll be on the ground, killing people who get in my way."
"Hopefully, we don't stay here too long, or I'm gonna lose the fluff that I spent years fixing."
Minutes past, and there's nothing in sight. We just walk down the street while the Evil Angel scowls at random blobheads who spend more time on their phones than looking at us.
"UGH! We've been walking forever!" Nereid groans; pulling on her eyelids.
"You know what the more genius idea would be?" I say. "Using your wings."
The Evil Angel pauses. "They don't work." She continues walking.
"You call yourself the Evil Angel, and you can't fly?"
"You call yourself a virus, and you can't kill?"
That hurt. I cross my arms and turn away from her.
"Nevermind that, what happened to your wings?"
The Evil Angel spreads them out, revealing the hole-filled wings that she never used.
"I fell into a wood chipper."
"What the...? How do you fall into a wood chipper?"
"I don't feel like talking about it."
"Wouldn't, like, half your body be shredded?"
The Evil Angel pulls off her glove which reveals a robotic arm underneath. She presses a couple of buttons and takes the arm off revealing the shredded remains of her forearm. Nereid and I recoil.
"Well, you wanted to see, didn't you?" she says. She puts the arm back on. "Once I get my hands on the rest of these pieces, no one will get in my way. I'm surprised that that team hasn't shown up yet."
"Don't jinx it now!" Nereid says.
"They won't think to mess with us again."
I close my hand into a fist and rub my sore side. The gunshot wound still hurts. We continue walking until we finally get to a decent patch of ground. The Evil Angel sets up a tent (for just herself) and tells Nereid and I that we can "sleep under the stars". I sit on the grass and look up at the pastel blue sky. It looks fake, really fake, like someone just painted onto a ceiling.
"Thrax, do a look out," the Evil Angel says.
"What? Why me?"
"Well, since you've been boasting since we got here. You might as well show off those skills of yours."
"I haven't boasted about-"
"-look, you want me to pay you, right? Once this job is over, I'll give you and Nereid your share of money for doing this. However, if you keep playing the wet dog during every mission, I'll fire you and find another virus. You got it?"
I roll my eyes and jump down the hill. My tendrils catch me, and I cover the entire area by stabbing my tendrils into random places which allows me to hover over the ground. As I walk past a puddle, I see a set of footprints that don't look even remotely like the people who live here. I see paw prints, hoof prints, and boot prints. Of course, I know who is here. And if the team is here, then that little b*tch Terry can't be too far. I follow their footprints, and at one point, climb to the top of a building. I can see them on the ground, talking and laughing. I walk ahead of them and find Terry, wandering aimlessly. She's defenseless. This is the perfect opportunity.
There's a metallic shipping container that I hide in. Like a snake, I sit and lie in wait for my prey.
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