Hex the Contracts: Chapter-2

A Story by Abishai100

The 2nd-installment in the multi-chapter dark-city anime-media series/fanfictions finds hero Hex continuing some jar 'crusade' against the leering 'princess' Sorsha.

My 2nd-installment in my multi-chapter anime-genre fiction/fanfiction 'stuff' and once again inspired by varied dystopian anime/manga storyboards and films/comics (e.g., Wicked City).

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HEX: Well, we've become the darling enemies for this cartoon-city of Hell!

SORSHA: Maybe the street-folk can cast you as a daring cartoon-adventurist.

HEX: I know you're evil...you know I'm good...and you've heard gossip of me!

SORSHA: Yes, cops talk of you chatting you'd been teleported into this realm.

HEX: You find my metaphysics laughable...I dreams you teleported into mine!

SORSHA: Did I look more human, Officer Hex...Selfie-like?

HEX: Damn you Sorsha you witch...this city deserves better social media.

SORSHA: Sure.

The hero Hex really did dream that while he'd been transported into this cartoon-like city of darkness and crime-problem solving, the evil 'princess' Sorsha, governess of bad languages, was vice-versa sent into his old Earth-realm as some kind of calculating blood-diamond smugglers and terrorist-financier, only to remind him, when he woke in pure cold sweat, that this life or crime on motorbikes and insect-intelligence required half-truths for the faces/photo/image of civilized jardinieres (for leviathan/uncertainty!).

HEX: This city smells like bloody-murder as dawn nears this Saturday, pal.

ASSOCIATE: How's your noodle-soup, officer (hmmm)?

HEX: I need absinthe, me thinks, for some chemistry of sanity-maintenance.

ASSOCIATE: You fear the arms of Sorsha, a real human being, Hex (ha).

HEX: Don't you doubt there's scope here for a city line of (simple) Heaven.

ASSOCIATE: Sure (thanx).

A gifted, almost-psychic, city rookie (cop) assigned to become Hex's 'cool' protege/pupil was bloody-murdered by some minion who cast himself as a chemical power plant accident mutated avenger of wrath and downed the poor soul in Hex's already dark city of stranger jardinieres (wow). Hex was sure now this was a dream-crusade for all things human, hearty, hellish, hoarse, and of course, half-truth.