The distant, early morning car horns chirp to the warm, orange sunrise of Night City. The different light stages that appear throughout the day tend to make the city expressive of various emotions... very human emotions. Its almost like the city itself is a sentient entity... her tone and energy... changing with every weather pattern... every gunshot... every ounce of blood spilled or life saved. A collective hive mind of lust and temptation culminating into an impulsive explosion of unpredictable actions at any given time, in any given place.
Brian, recalling a distant memory, stands looking out into the blooming sunrise over the ocean horizon... he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath:
"What is... the definition of trust." His deep voice warming and mellow as he slowly walks up to Marilyn... their black silhouettes move amongst the beautiful orange hue of the Night City sunrise.
Marilyn scoffs and giggles "You mean mine or yours?" She responds, staring deep into his eyes... pulling a seductive, audible growl out of him.
"Mmmggh... you're so... good..... have I ever told you that?" He says looking her up and down... admiring her as if she was a complete work... a character of his own creation.
"Yeah Varga... but that never stops me from wanting to hear it." She matches his gentle tone as the two embrace each other... her arms clutched around his neck... his around her waist.
"Mmm... all this time we're spending on reps and conditioning you've made me lose count... don't care though... I just love when you sharpen the blade. She whispers with a smile gesturing toward herself.
He returns the smile "Mmm... A sharpened blade I can't break-"
"-Is a blade no one can." She finishes.
The warming sunrise blankets the pair's morning chilled bodies... they rest their foreheads against each others... soaking in the moment... it was as if the entire city had given them the respect of a pause.
"Why do you call me Varga hm?... I've never asked." He confronts.. his tone playful.
She giggles. "Because all those empty headed, street tough gonks out there stand up straight and answer to Brian."
She grabs him by his high collar jacket with both hands... her iron grip clutching as tightly as she can.
"I get Varga." She says gritting her teeth with a smile... pulling him in close and giggling... the pair never breaking eye contact.
The moment was sublime... unforgettable. Catching moments like this... in a city of the opposite.
An impossible moment.
He wraps his hands around her lower back... sliding his Blood Red, Crimson Nue into the back of her jeans' waistband while yanking her hips up against his causing her to moan in pleasure.
"Go fetch Mare." He whispers in a deep tone... causing her to shove her tongue into his mouth... the pair begin to make out.
She shoves him away hard as their silhouettes both step back and turn to walk in opposite directions.
Brian hears the sounds of screams in panic and turmoil alongside booming gunshots from his Nue repeatedly firing off in the distance as he continues to walk away unfazed. Ending his memory.
He re-racks his weights a final time at the Animals' gym before glancing out of the window once more... he grabs his gear and heads for the exit.
The sound of BugBear's yellow ARCH Nazaré Racer rips through the streets of Night City, turning pedestrian heads in heavy foot traffic.
Netty sat on the back of the bike checks out BugBear's body... awkwardly searching for where he should hold onto her. He hesitantly places his hands on her shoulders which causes her to glance back at him. She lightly shrugs and shakes her body causing his hands to drop down to her waist. As he goes to move them away, she grabs one of his wrists and wraps it around her waist just above her thighs. As he feels the warmth of her soft, toned curves, he instinctually takes his other hand and grabs her waist securing his grip and silently turning him on.
= Are you ready for this? = She asks him through their comms
= Huh?- Oh! uh... as uh... as ready as I'll ever get =
= Just... try to stay calm and keep your eyes open alright. Everything'll be fine. = She says reassuring him as they continue through the endless sea of vibrant neon.
Netty's vision suddenly begins to distort as it flashes black with pink static sparking throughout it. He instinctually blinks and shakes his head to no avail as the black and pink distortion effortlessly continues against his will. The distortion abruptly stops as a large icon covers his vision. The icon was unmistakable to him... a smiling cartoon shark, wearing a hooded grim reaper cloak, and dangling a little dead corpo on puppet strings. The sight of the icon causes him to gasp in disbelief... his eyes open wide. A squeaky, ominous notification tone obnoxiously accompanies the intrusive, animated icon blocking his vision:
= CORPOS IN MY TUMMY!! YUMMY YUMMY!!! =
= CORPOS IN MY TUMMY!! YUMMY YUMMY!!! =
Before Netty's able to say anything to BugBear the black and pink distortion, along with the notification ping abruptly stops... an encrypted text message from an unknown number suddenly comes in.
The text reads: = Sweet wire causes cavities. Two Two late for depravities. =
Reading the text causes his heart to sink down into his stomach.
"N-No... It can't be" he thinks to himself... His heart begins to race... his adrenaline surges at the sight of the text... the sudden sight of those words tenses his entire body while he shouts out.
= STOP! STOP THE BIKE! BEAR!! =
Netty's shouting through comms catches her off guard as she quickly looks back at him.
= BEAR! STOP! PULL OVER! PULL OVER THE BIKE!! = He shouts again looking directly at her with frantic panic on his face.
She pulls the bike over on an unknown street somewhere deep in bustling Heywood alongside a spattering of pedestrians passing by. Netty hops off the bike and glances around briefly before quickly walking toward a dark alleyway... BugBear hops off the bike and yanks off her helmet as she follow after him.
"NETTY!! Wha-? What the hell are you doing? Where are you going!?"
"I... I gotta go. S-.. somethin' came up. It can't wait- i'm sorry."
"W-What the fuck are you talking about? We have somewhere to be!! Like RIGHT now!"
"I HAVE TO GO!!!" He shouts back... causing his voice to crack in a tone she's never heard before.
She hears the distress... the panic in it... causing her to realize the seriousness. She shifts her tone as fear and concern wash over her.
"Then i'm... i'm coming with you."
"No Bear... you can't. This isn't somethin' you can help me with alright? Get to the others... keep them safe."
"I'M NOT! JUST! LEAVING YOU HERE!!!" She shouts running up to him in the alley.
As she reaches for the back of his shoulder, a quick spark flashes out of one of her neuro sockets... causing her head to snap back as she gasps deeply with her eyes wide open. She drops to the ground stunned... barely able to move while she lets out a shriek.
Netty glances back over his shoulder at her revealing his red eyes.
"I'm sorry..." He says in a deep tone as he takes off up the dark alley... hopping a loud chainlink fence before landing on a rusty dumpster on the other side... glass and debris clanks and crashes as he takes off up the wet pavement.
"N- No..." She pleads to herself in a stunned daze... collapsed in the alley... straining to get up.
"Netty.." She whispers... helplessly reaching for him... her vision fades to black.