Dark Angel Part 9 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 9

... telling what sickos roam the streets below,” Seth said grimly. Ashriel followed him out the window again. They descended the rusted ladder once more and took to the streets. “This almost reminds me of an Edenian city back on Earth,” Seth murmured as they walked briskly down the street. An alarm blared. A booming voice echoed over loud speakers. “Incoming.” The alarms continued to blare. Ashriel noticed the citizens ducked underneath metal awnings or ran indoors. Seth gripped his arm and pulled him beneath the awning of a butcher shop. Ashriel stared in horror at the meat hanging in the window. There were human heads hanging amongst strange alien meats. The crash of metal falling very close to him and Seth had him snapping his head round. Objects of all shapes and sizes rained down into the street. Pieces of metal, furnishings, and garbage. “What the hell,” Ashriel gasped, blinking in shock. Garbage was being dumped from the upper levels. When stuff ceased to rain down from above, a swarm of creatures descended upon the scattered garbage. Most of them had humanoid shapes, but others looked extremely deformed. Rags covered their bodies. Some wore the typical goggles, but others had a solid metal mask covering their entire face. One person had cybernetic arms and legs, the metal skeleton and wires exposed without fleshy covering. They gathered the dumped articles like vultures on carrion, not leaving a single thing behind when they finally scattered like roaches. Ashriel saw ...

... how most of them disappeared in the grates scattered about at the edges of the wide street. People emerged from their hiding places and hovercrafts began zipping along the street again. Seth and Ashriel gaped at each other, until Ashriel noticed that the butcher had stopped chopping meat at the counter and now stood at the glass window behind them… watching them with a nefarious grin on his scaly face. It was a Nepturian… or at least it looked like a Nepturiean with his fish-like face. This male did not have an aquatic breathing ring around his gills. “A hybrid, Ash. Let’s get out of here, before he decides we might look good hanging in that window too.” Seth walked briskly to the end of the street. There was what looked like a small park, only the trees were bare of leaves, and the ground was compacted dirt… slime-green dirt. People slept on the broken down concrete benches and the only lamp lit flickered incessantly, casting an intermittent sickly green glow about the darkened area. Ashriel looked up. The buildings stretched so high he couldn’t see where they ended, and the sky was a bleak point of light miles above. It was like being in a chasm of darkness. He couldn’t even distinguish clouds. “Ash, look at this.” Seth stood at the edge of a trench. Ashriel walked over, his boots crunching the abrasive dirt underfoot until he stood at the edge of a concrete trench that snaked right through the center of the tiny park. “This is part of the sewer system. Look,” he pointed to ...