The Agent of Chaos [Astral Void Quest]

[Luci]

Luci’s slams the book closed, her cheeks flushed, breathing heavily.

She lights another cigarette with trembling hands and exhales her rainbow smoke out the window.

“You’re a piece of work,” comes the voice of Jacket’s dead girlfriend from the tape recorder.

Luci stares out the window, her jaw tight, but does not respond. The ash from her cigarette curls.

“Disgusting,” the voice of Hooker continues. “I’m a whore, but even I never sunk that low.”

Luci does not respond, but stows her little black book in her backpack.

“Fuck are you still here for?” the voice demands again.

Luci’s strange eyes dilate, and she looks at something far away. She takes another drag, and taps her ash out the window of the car.

“I’m waiting to see Jacket,” the tie-dye gangster says, though she doesn’t sound very sure of herself. She raps her fingernails on the cover of the book.

Somehow the voice on the tape recorder sneered. “You come anywhere near him and I’ll turn your brains into a cloud of glitter.”

Luci does not respond, but drops her cigarette out of the car window. She pulls out a bag of cocaine and arranges a few lines on cover of her book. She sniffs them loudly, and a small trickle of rainbow blood seeps from her nose, which she wipes away hastily on her sleeve. She takes a deep breath.

“Ok,” she tells herself.

“Ok?” the tape recorder mocks.

Luci opens the book again, and begins to draw.

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All throughout the Westside, gangsters are haunted by strange dreams of a psycadelic angel.

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