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The Blue Demon : Chapter One, Part Two
Written by Nic Ventura
Chapter One, Part Two:
As Darrik sat on the train he was already deciding on what disguise he would use to avoid his true identity. When he arrived at his destination he stepped out and looked around a normal bustiling Maglev station surrounded him, but he didn't stop to marvel at the multitude of people surrounding him. He made a beeline straight for personal lockers. When he the room he started to search, the locker numbers being muttered under his breath, "1145....1128..Ah! 1122" he reached into his jacket pocket and produced an old fashion magnetic key. The card slid easily through the reader and a series of magnetic locks released and the locker swung open to reveal a horde of jackets, pens, sunglasses, and a few other assorted things. His slender hands grabbed a long grey jacket, a grey, rimmed hat, a few pen like objects, sunglasses, a voice generator, and a small amount of assorted drugs. Quickly hiding the smaller things from the chance eye of a bystander he made his way to the restroom.
The first thing he did when he stepped on to the blue tiled floor of the restroom he made his way to an empty stall. Making a few quick glances making sure no one was looking he slipped into the stall and started hastily changing face, literally. He grabbed a long slender pen like object from his jacket pocket it read 'EChange: The Face changing Enzyme' taking in a deep breath he jabbed the drug under his chin and hit the button to inject it. A small click of injection and an extreme pain followed entering Darrik's senses.
He twisted his face in an attempt to control the loud scream of pain that welled within him, but the pain passed quickly. Suddenly he felt his face begin to droop and wrinkle as if from old age, his lips grew thinner and more stretched out, his nose starting to look crooked, and then his hair started to show signs of grey. His face was changed, now it was time for the voice and apparel. He hurriedly slipped off his nylon jacket that he was currently wearing and put the grey trench coat on along with the grey, rimmed hat. Afterwards he folded his old jacket into a tight little package and slipped it into his coat pocket. Then he took out the voice generator and it's cartridge, inserting the cartridge he quickly chose the austrailian accent setting and it printed out a long clear sitcker that had coding on it. He peeled the backing off and slapped it where his adam's apple is and he noticeably felt the change of tension in his vocal cords and he tested his voice, "Well wot koind of voice do weh 'ave 'ere?" This pleased him greatly. His disguise was complete.
An aged man with salt and pepper hair and with deep black sunglasses walked out of the restroom. No one would be able to make the connection with the young man that had just stepped in just moments before. He saw his client in the designated table they had set up to meet. So to make sure he wasn't a easy person he darkened his visage. The client was a slender young man with short spikey blond hair wearing a polyester mesh shirt with black pants. As Darrik sat down he murmured to the man, "Well Oi did meh job now where is moi payment?" The man jumped startled at the sudden appearence of what he thought as a stranger, "Well I certainly didn't expect you to use such drastic change of face since you last saw me." The man replied.
END CHAPTER ONE PART TWO