Pixeled Regrets
The man slumped back in his large leather chair. A small burst of dim coals lit up his weary face and he blew a large plumb of smoke into the room. He peered towards the large half moon window. Rain poured out onto the city streets. It wouldn’t stop anytime soon. The phone began to ring, but he just stared out into the rain till it stopped. It began to ring again. He rolled his eyes and stretched to grab it off the cradle.
“What?” he asked.
Silence. He gave it a second and then went to return it to the cradle.
“Sir? Are you there? sir?” a voice rang from the other side just as it hovered. Maybe hanging up was the right choice.
“Please sir, I need to talk to you” He put the receiver up to his ear and turned his chair to the window.
“Well what is it?” he inhaled his cigarette as he spoke.
“Not here, where can I meet you, actually, I’m outside your office” Knocking came immediately at his door. A shadow stood behind his smokey glass door. He dropped the phone on the desk and reached for his revolver. “Please don’t be alarmed, I have your card, it has your address.” the voice reassured him from his desk.
“How are you talking on the phone if your in front of my door” There was silence. The shadow stood motionless beyond the door and the room filled with the dull drum of rain and the ceiling fan. He snapped the cylinder of his revolver out and made sure he was full then reached into his coat pocket feeling for the speed loader. The tips of his fingers felt it and a moment of relief brushed over him. Things had been spinning a bit lately, glad he still remembered some important items.
“Well well” The voice on the phone laughed and it became distorted “Looks like I messed up” Colored lights spawned from the shadows face. A neon smile with sharp teeth and two eyes in the form of X’s. A howling laugh came from the phone and a hand struck the glass and reached for the handle of the door. Light flooded the room and he took aim and shot. The figure flinched a couple of times but the door was free and it stepped through. He reloaded as quickly as he could from behind his large leather chair.
“Fate has it” the voice from the phone rang from the figure. A distorted high and low voice that sounded as if a machine was having a bad day. “that we meet again”
A hand pressed upon the chair and he stepped back towards the wall pointing the revolver to the neoned monster. It’s face glitched and wobbled in a pixeled way. He pulled the trigger, but the monster caught the revolver with inhuman speed and forced it to the side.
“I think you have the wrong guy” he struggled against the wall trying to pull the revolver back to the monsters face. The smile grew wider and its leaned forward until he could feel the heat from its glowing grin.
“Scared of a world that you entered and exited as soon as you saw what it would do. Hiding in a office drinking your life away hoping others might solve the problems you discovered. Hoping that someone would save you and the rest from the fate being force upon you. Humanity. Given the gifts, reject them for petty differences. Reject once, fine, reject twice, Christmas is over. Not like you were there anyway.” The monster forced the revolver from him and its large hand wrapped around his throat pushing him into the air against the wall “What was it that you said? oh, yes” It’s voice became his.
“You’re going to be killing people this with technology. The world can’t handle it, think of the consequences”
The monster threw him to the side and it’s voice became robotic again
“Consequences? Who did you sacrifice to get there?” A blue pixel tear drop dripped down its face “We didn’t have a choice”
Inspired by High tech invading the 1950’s