Hex the Contracts: Chapter-4

A Story by Abishai100

Hero-officer Hex makes late-stage wage-game with the evil princess Sorsha for a road-race/rage line for shiny outcome.

My final-installment in my anime-media dystopia series drawn from varied anime/manga stories and comics like Wicked City (1987). Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of anime fiction/media contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretations).

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HEX: This is my last branch of adventure against Sorsha, the evil princess.

ASSOCIATE: You've become this city's special chemistry/reaction to Sorsha!

HEX: We'll make this publicized road-race a dilution of her streets-aura!

ASSOCIATE: You had some time with that driving guru to become a racer?

HEX: I've felt like that old domain real human I once was (Selfie-like).

ANNOUNCEMENT: "The race was rich, and as expected, the calculating baroness and governess of diamonds and the underworld, half-invisible, Princess Sorsha (herself), was quite the contender for a speed count...but our hero officer of the overground, the affable and inventive machinist, Hex (himself) opted to show with his educated skills for road-twister action acumen and outmatched the dark siren of Hell (damn)...surely, the legacy of this dark city for officer-criminal contests shall be one of 'copycat' humor and honors post-race in this dominion-line (sure)."

SORSHA: Damn, that Hex hero was quite the learned road-hugger, fool.

ASSOCIATE: We'd no clue he'd appear in this late-stage game for gossip, hon!

SORSHA: Maybe me thinks to retire-away to some more protective cave, fool.

ASSOCIATE: That's the good reading, princess...you take earnings to read now.

SORSHA: Good...maybe I brought this 'cartoon' dominion sufficient sadness.

ASSOCIATE: You were bad enough...for Hex-hero idealist officer person, hon!

SORSHA: Good (Selfie-like).

Hex now foresaw that miraculous quiet-city pace for his overground world of ironically governed street-prestige languages for gossip...with Sorsha (the calculating and ruthless dark-siren) finally opting to retire for departure post-games with the hero-officer. Hex told his friends and associates that the legacy of this seemingly infinite challenge would be one of city-dominion jardinieres confidence for verifiable momentum (wow). Hex finally didn't regret being teleported into this cartoon-like domain of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of bureaucracy-arts (for all).