In a Different Clothing Style
CoCo City - 29th March 2032
Aslin was running for her life.
She didn’t know how he’d found out about her involvement with the rebels, but the look of rage and betrayal in his eyes had told her quite clearly that even though she was his lover, her punishment would be the same as that of anyone else caught breaking the law:
She wiped tears from her eyes as she ran, her feet stumbling on the rubble that littered the city streets. She was ruining the beautiful dress he’d bought her, not that either of them really cared about that right now.
Aslin had never been one for dresses, but he’d wanted to treat her. And when he wanted something, he usually got it. So she’d worn the dress and everything had been swell, and then he’d dropped the bombshell.
He knew she’d tipped off the rebels.
The dress was for her to wear to her funeral.
And so she’d ran. Even though she knew it was pointless, because no matter where she went he’d find her. He had eyes all over the city, and those robotic murder machines he had patrolling the streets were everywhere.
She cried out, tripped over a stray brick and fell.
His shadow fell over her.
“Did you honestly think you could escape?” He asked.
She scrambled over onto her back so that she was facing him. That infernal circle was blazing in his eye, his hands engulfed in blue flames. He hadn’t changed much over the years, except for growing his hair longer. He was more muscular than he had been, and his body was covered in scrapes and scars.
They were from people fighting for their lives.
People who had ultimately failed.
“Please”, she wept, knowing her pleas would fall on deaf ears. “Don’t”.
“You’ve committed a crime”, he hissed, glaring at her. “And must be punished”.
“What about our son?!”
“He’ll be joining you soon enough. Those rebel scum can’t hide forever, and sooner or later I’m going to find them”.
Aslin’s heart skipped a beat. And even though she was facing death she still couldn’t help but feel a little amusement at the fact that, for all his power and eagle-eyed robots, he still hadn’t found those plotting against him.
So for now, her son was safe.
And really, that was all that mattered to her now.
“You’ll never find him”, she spat, wiping her eyes. “But one day he’ll come for you”.
“He can’t do a damn thing! Nobody in this city can! This is the future, Aslin. And I am God!"
“No”, said Aslin softly, “you’re not God. You’re the devil”.
He growled and without warning he rushed forward, kicking her so hard in the head that she was unconscious before she hit the ground.
“And to think I used to love you”, he said, his expression dark.
He raised a hand and with one quick burst of flame Aslin was dead, her dress burning to ashes and her blood seeping out across the street. He stood and watched her for a while, then he turned and headed back to his office.
He was the President, after all.
And that made Travis a very busy man.