John 10

I write spontaneously, without reading what I've written and wihtout stopping. Influenced by ambient music and something what crossed my mind. In this case a hoverbike.

He started his bike. It began to hover few feets above the ground. He sat comforatbly into the seat and put his helmet on. A grid of cyan showed up as the system was booting. “Welcome John, where would you like to go?” A female synth voice asked. “The nearest implant center.”

“Searching... found. Let me advice you that you are running out of fuel. It will be enough for the way there, but not back. Displaying the route to the objective,” the virtual inteligence said and John saw the route on his display. It's not like I'm ever coming back, he thought.

He hit the road with his powerful hoverbike. Roaring trough the streets and flashing lights he felt his adrenaline rising. He took over a lot of other vehicles. Made fast and dangerous turns, always hitting the max acceleration. He arrived at the destination in about 10 minutes.

He got of his bike and aimed to the main door of the grey-white skyhigh hospital with a bright red neon logo saying Eugenica. He dropped his helmet into a bin and came to a receptionist.

“My name is John Lacelow. I'm here for the transplantation,” he said with a deep rude voice.

“Let me find you … yes there you are. Please sit down the doctor will be there in a second.”

He sat next to a blonde with a cat-like face. He hated this kind of people. Changing their appearance into something non-human.

“Excuse me sir, do you have a lighter?” she asked.

“How about you suck my dick and then I'll light up your fur?”

She looked at him with a disgust and sit some place else.

John focused at his watch he had implatend into his retina display. It was already 5 minutes since he checked at the reception. I don't have time for this. He stood up and confronted the black receptionist again. “Hey you said it won't take long.”

“I'm really sorry, but I've already sent a message to the doctor. There is nothing more I can do.”

John spit on the ground and went to a vending machine. He ordered a coke and paid with his fingerprint, but the machine broke.

That's it. I'm can't take this s**t anymore.

He unzipped his black jacket and took out an old gunpowder propelled gun. It was automatic and the magazine had capacity of 50 rounds. He made a 360 turn holding the gun, pressing the trigger and shooting everyone. There was glass, plastic, paper and pieces of walls flying trough the air. The smell of burning gunpowder. People screaming and trying to hide from the madman with the gun. After he finished the turn there was a lot of blood spoiling the sterile white floor.

An auto turret from the ceeling showed up and blasted John into pieces of smoking yellow.

This was the end of his misery. The end of John Lacelow, the end of another game character. Then the real John woke up. Turned of his computer and went to sleep. He was ten and had school tomorrow.

Author's Note

English is not my native language. This is an edited version, because I've sent it to more people and didn't want so many mistakes int it :)

Reviews

[Big John]

Hey man, met you on Omegle.

[KatDarkness]

ooh a twist right at the end! :) love it! Very cleverly written =) It was all futuristic, then he woke up, like a modern-day Alice In Wonderland. The only mistake I saw was that "ceeling" should be "ceiling"