Killer Barbie
Inside a room, a dozen cyborg assassins and mercs surrounded her. No guns. No nothing.
The security check… all her weapons had been confiscated at the gate before she entered the premises of the building.
She sat in a chair, head down, her fingers playing with her tresses as she smiled.
"Nobody's got to get hurt. Just here for the bounty," Eve spoke like a little Barbie.
"Kill her. Dispose of her body, or whatever you wanna do with her. I'll top your bounty money off with bonus cash," the bounty speaker said—a crap-headed tentacled alien with cybernetic limbs, smoking a cigar, dressed in a bluish suit.
Eve chuckled.
"Alright, a million additional units… if you let me see her crotch bleed right now."
A cowboy-hatted merc stepped forward, gun in one hand, sword in the other.
One spoke up, cybernetically enhanced. Another, enhanced from tip to toe, jumped in front of her.
"Jarred, come on. Show some etiquette," he sneered, unzipping his pants and revealing a pulsing, metallic organ built from nanites and flesh. "Use the proper sword."
"You're going to rape an unarmed woman?" Jarred asked him.
"You were going to stick your sword in her pussy. How's that different?" the other mocked.
"I was going to take her head off. I'm an asshole, but I'm not a fucking asshole," Jarred replied.
"Just look at her body, man. You can't find curves like these in fresh meat," the cyber-merc laughed.
"That's it. I'm outta here." He holstered his gun. "This band's getting rotten by the day." Jarred sheathed his sword.
Eve's fingers drummed her lips as she swayed in the rotating comfy chair. "Anyone else got somebody waiting at home… it's a good time to leave."
A dark-complexioned man carrying two light machine guns pointed at her and roared, "Shove your pipe so deep in her throat she screams with her heels rubbing on the floor."
Laughter cracked in the room.
"Before screaming through my heels… I still just want the crab-headed guy. I'm not gonna kill ya, just this tiny-cock and that machine-gunner in the corner. Rest of you, missing limbs and stuff."
He was standing too close. His fist cut through air.
Broken fist. Her head barely moved.
"No nanites. Her bones are like obsidian metal, man," he said, holding his fist.
Of course. No nanites. No transformations. Her alien biology was still dormant. This was long before Mira—early days. Maybe her eighth bounty. She didn't even own a ship yet.
She stood up. A static charge rippled through her hair.
A sound of metallic wires hitting wet flesh.
"Bitch slap!" she laughed.
The upper half of his body was gone. Only the limbs remained, which fell to the floor after a minor delay. It happened so fast.
The Barbie-looking girl now gave goosebumps to everyone.
Shoulder-length a moment ago, it now hung down to her waist—charged, reactive, and lethal.
She ducked, spun, twisted her neck—every flick of her head a death sentence.
Her hair whipped like a thousand blades, each strand slicing through limbs, steel, and flesh. Laser-sharp, fluid, adaptive.
Her hair became fluid and spiky according to her movements. Blood or blood stains never stuck—her hair was… hydrophobic.
Two men were dead. Others splattered… barely breathing.
"Your turn, crabby. Don't try to run—it makes me feel hideous chasing prey. I don't enjoy it, unlike those psychos and maniacs."
He ran toward the closed door without letting her finish.
"Oh c'mon, I want a clean kill. Die an easy death, man."
Thirty floors up, a window shattered.
Down below, Jarred was straddling his hoverbike when a crab-shaped, fleshy head—testicular and grotesque—hit the pavement beside him. No body. Just a thud.
Moments later, a louder crash.
She'd jumped.
From that height.
"So Barbie's got skills," Jarred said, stepping back from the bike.
"Ride for life… or life for ride?" she asked, her voice now dark and honey-sweet.
"This junker? All yours. I was hoping to upgrade with your bounty… but looks like I've lost the nerve."
He backed away, hands raised.
"Good man."
She tossed the crab-head into her backpack, mounted the hoverbike, adjusted her dust goggles, and tossed some cash into the air before riding away.
"For your bike, mister!"