Maverick’s Magically Mundane Day (repost) (Patreon)

By Opossum, a Birthday gift to Zack

It got flagged for the dumbest reason on my patreon, here is a repost and Updated version.

Topics and CW: Anonymous sex, Condoms, C-N-C/DN, Drug induced Hypnosis, Degradation, De-H, Dystopia, Extreme Submission, HP slur usage, MLM Gangbang, Fight Scenes, Forced Medication, Over Stimulation, Somnophila reference, Substance Abuse, ‘Combat’

Summary

Maverick Anazi lives a really annoying life. Constantly suffering the consequences of his actions over the past centuries, has left him as one of the most powerful in post apocalyptic America. In charge of running the power grid for the FCU, a remnant of the US government. Forced to abide by their shitty hierarchy and way of life, as he wants nothing to do with this responsibilities. As he tries to enjoy a normal day without knowing that a single Night of loving will change the trajectory of his life for the better. Until then, he has to deal with his shitty situation head on. Juggling toxic situationship, drugs, gangbangs, murder attempts, body snatching presidente's, and his crippling loneliness. As he struggles to make it to a night at his club without murking everyone that upsets him. To try and be an actual person. The greatest struggle Maverick has ever known.

Maverick Anzai

Physical Description: Perking up at 5'6ft, he barely weights 109 lbs. Maverick is 26 years old in this body, but his conscious is much older (at least over 800 years). Maverick is inhabiting a White Commonwealth Body, his original body was also white. His groin is completely smooth, showing off his cute, cut, chubby 3in-shower professionally lacking circumcision scars. His small balls are close to his shaft. He has a decently fat ass alongside his once toned body, the bouncy cheeks contrasting the malnourished form Maverick doesn’t take care of.

Maverick’s current body once belonged to a top assassin that lacked a Cellgrade. A well-toned, subtle clean form packed with fit muscle: is now a shell of its former self. The new host has an eating disorder, coming from a psychological need yearned over the centuries to be as small as possible. On top of that and forgetting to take care of themself; Mav also takes a lot of substances for a variety of toxic reasons. As such, his size has lost a lot of the body mass that once displayed a competent fighter. Broad shoulders, stern back, and faintly toned muscles: shrinking over time from malnourishment into the twink many people know them as. His crème skin tone contrast hard with the stray body hair he lets grow unkempt as well. Especially with the eagle tattoo and nipple rings.

Maverick has a round, cute face that really captures his wide array of expressions. Often unhinged, his bright blue eyes stare deeply into people as he flashes complex mixes of emotions. At one moment he can be manic, conniving, vindictive, vulnerable, and scared in the same instance. His face is very expressive, as if the muscle memories of it linger from a time of espionage. Smaller features like the nose, wild black hair, and ears are both cute and also easy to forget around the edges of black whiskers. The most noticeable feature outside of his haunting blue eyes is the cutesy pink heart tattoo on his face.

Whenever he isn’t always an exhibitionist, he can actually be really fashionable in the current Era. Especially around his job within the FCU where he has to wear the uniform needed of it (due to being arrested over public indecency). Maverick loves dressing up fancy for short periods of time, for parties, galas, dinners, etc; but he tends to leave early due to physical discomfort from the fabric especially around his nipple piercings. Even in his club, he tends to try and stay as nude as possible. The pink bathrobe and matching slippers acting as his personal refinement in his palace. It is easier for him to get naked to sated his sex addiction, plus it just feels good for him to be nude. Something that won’t be worked on later when certain people enter his life after this story.

Preferences and Sexual History: Hardcore-Extreme Submissive. Nonbinary amab (Usually goes by he/him in current body). Maverick has been in many bodies, but his taste in how people use him hasn’t changed. Mav has kept the same desires for submission to the extreme. To lose as much control as much as possible, to be less than a person, to be an object as a sexual outlet for others. Kinks like Somnophila, CNC+DC, Mindbreak, dehumanization, objectification, Petplay, BDSM, S&M, Consistent Slavery, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Bondage, Intox+chemplay, and so on. If he is objectified and not conscious, it is best for Maverick to enjoy the sensations of what happens to him when he gets his sex fix. He does hate humiliation and degradation due to his fragile ego. Despite how hardcore he is as a servant, he deeply craves affection. Longing for someone to love him as him. Unfortunately, it is easier said than done because of how much of a whiny brat he can be. His tantrums often getting messy before he meets characters like Rob or Sky later on.

Inclinations: Maverick is a deeply broken man with a lot of conflicting inclinations. He desires a cold Master that can dominate every aspect of his life with no limits, but also a soft person that can give him validation. Mav has had a lot of time to work on his most toxic aspects over the centuries, only to have a few changes in his life that has stuck in his long time of reflection. Gaining some empathy around others to better engage with them, even to the point he studies past relationships/literature to try and keep up a persona of someone that is his version of “normal”. Physically keeping notes about interactions with others to better study what it is like to be a person.

He is afraid of staying a broken human that can't be loved by anyone, formulating many barriers around that to ensure some safety away from heartbreak. Though the older aspects of himself tends to appear at his worst or quiet moments, especially around if he is faced with minor inconveniences or social situations that damage his ego. Such as public humiliation, his hatred towards children, as well as whenever he spirals his worst fears about those he wants to care for him. Forever desperate to make attachments, but deeply afraid of getting hurt again. As such, Mav keeps up many walls and faces to those around him. Only getting vulnerable with how he truly feels when he trust you, or when he is high. Regardless, he needs to be on substances to be confident enough to discuss any of that if mentioned to him.

Cellgrade: Subjugation (Blood Type A, Strain: Mind-Mental) Has the ability to rewrite a person’s psyche to his will and liking. Can operate a person’s mind like Computer UI, a Task manager layout in his mind from training. Greater power allows him to rewrite his conscious over a new body, permanently if he dies and his mind has to relocate to survive. His power following into the new body, but the strength waning depending on the new form’s blood potency.

Introduction

Welcome to the world of Cellgrade. An alternate version of earth where the comic series Wild-Ride is set in, where a special low-magic system called Cellgrades have altered the course of human relations and the world at large. A haemonatic power structure: cellgrades are a random power people are born with from the constant energy created from their hearts producing the blood cells needed to live. Even if they are born with potent vitae, it cannot guarantee great powers or sustainable usage, as most of the population does not have access to abilities one would call super. All of them have backlashes in some way, limitations, and visible signs of strength like bright-colored cosmetics (unnatural eye or hair shades, and skin patterns). Regardless, one hard limit is constant with everyone in this world: if you over expend your cellgrade by forcing your cell production to go wild, your heart will implode. There are many types of cellgrades, but they tend to be columned under the 4 strains of Mind, Body, Soul, and Reality.

In the 29th century, Maverick could not be any less miserable. 800 years after the ending of Wild Ride, we view a drastically different Earth I refer to as Era 2: Wild Ride, or Wild Ride 2 from Zack’s initial plans. Set in the a post apocalyptic winter, we find Maverick at the heart of a fascist empire ruling from the bones of New Mexico, within the bubbled City of Santa Nueva (formerly Santa Fe). This cradle of humanity a shining beacon of domination Amidst the Hellscape of the ancestral American Dream as the past US territory has craved a new providence from the USA’s frozen corpse. At the center of the operations in keeping this totalitarian regime in power, is unfortunately Maverick. Having created a special device that harnesses an endless supply of energy from the continued misery of a clone-line. And he is the only one capable of operating the device.

Due to this, Maverick has become an incredibly important figure in the Federation of Commonwealths United, or the FCU for short. Political impunity, wealth, recognition: all for the personalized Hell he created for a person he wanted to stop torturing over 400 years ago at this point. Deeply regretting his role in the society he is forced to deal with, as well as the suffering of the clone for the empire’s power. Especially as the position of Chief Energy Engineer has placed him in a messy situation. The current Presidente of the FCU wanted to expand their dominion. And needing more energy output from Maverick as a result, the ethics requiring such causing a lot of discourse in Mav. As he can’t say no in this position, as well as knowing how his machine works to where that isn’t a viable option.

Attempting to take away stress from his awful job, Maverick enjoys his political impunity by being a debaucherous heathen in the safety of his Villa. Located in the remains of Santa Nueva’s historical district: he has turned his historic red clay estate into a place locals call the Pariah’s Palace. Converting his private manor into a night club where many illegal, and illicit acts can happen without the FCU stopping it due to Mav’s political impunity. The little freak using his lair to unwind in very toxic ways to himself, all to numb his brain and...try to fill a deep pit inside. An abyss of yearning, battling with masochist tendencies aimed to turning his brain off through submission to the everything. His debauchery only a temporary fix like the rest of his substances to what he really needs. As Maverick tries to go about his day like any other. Working days, and partying hard till the night lights blur. Until one day when his life changes for the better.

Maverick’s Magically Mundane Day

Maverick spent his night like any other. Surrounded by hands. Naked, sweaty, and in the thrall of men that used him like a disposable toy he needed to be. Placed on his stomach as a man’s legs stopped his smaller frame from resting on the mattress nesting their threesome. Ass up. toy pushed into his loose pussy as his head was pushed down onto the cock impaling his mouth.

Both his holes filled by a phallic invasion that was anything but gentle as his throat and cunt were ravaged at once. A thick, shaft of larger man rammed down his esophagus like it was meant to swallow the thick meat violating his mouth. His head impaled in-and-out by a cruel hand grabbing his up-down fast enough Maverick had to breathe through his nose as pubes brushed it. His asshole was worse off. As the shoe covered foot of a fully clothed man did not bother getting naked like his friend on the bed, Ramming the 9 inch pink dildo taped to his sole until the fake balls kissed Mav’s loose pussy. Spewing slurs, and other cruel words Mav wished he could hear if his body and mind weren’t blurred by the drugs. Blanking in and out due to what he drank his special drink for when he ‘entertained’ Heath’s friends.

His senses were confined to an aura that crept skin-tight, as the aphrodisiac he had gone over dosage made his vision as narrow as an image of his nude form in a field of darkness. Unable to see the 8 bodies surrounding him on his lavish bed, nor the sparkling drinks staining his carpet. His king-sized bed was bare; his silk, pink bedding was ripped away across the room by the small amount of men encircling Maverick. Under his Flurry and martini’s, Mav felt good being nothing to these guys but something to be useful. His mind unable to register their faces, their features, or the time as it made him—No. Compelled him to serve past his limit without fear of tearing him a part as everything they did to him made Maverick Feel Alive. Just a worthless hole that greedily inhaled 9 inches of cut-cock in the front, and got penetrated cruelly on repeat by 9 inches of silicone in the back.

“Come On, Bro Live a little, just use a condom like the rest of the boys when we run our usual train on him instead of this freak’s sex toys Or At least use his throat bare~ Fucking Little Guy doesn’t need to breathe inhaling my shaft, and he sucks like a vacuum~”, the man face-fucking Maverick said. Ramming the twink into his crotch, crushing Mav’s face into his thick bush of pubic hair as Mav gagged. His dazed blue eyes beginning to tear as he breathed deeply through his nose into the pain groin hair, using his tongue to best swirl around the cruel cock he needed to serve. Uncaring if his throat would bruise in the morning as he got addicted to the taste of the man skull-fucking him. The man using him laughing as the one stomping the dildo into his ass snickered as he increased the strength in his violation.

“¡No mames, guëy! Clean or not, I am not gonna spoil my fucking prime, Man-meat on some loose, coked Up F49G0T”, the thicker jock cackled. Elevating his shoe off Maverick’s bruising ass checks before the soles made contact with the flesh rough-and-rougher. Audibly causing Mav’s pussy to make sloughing noises as it was being violated by the attached strap-on ramming deeper into his silk cunt.

“He will lick my fucking shoes and swallow this dildo post-cunt bust before I grace IT with my cock. Not like ‘mr.anzai’ isn’t gonna lick my shoes clean after we ravaged it’s worthless BITCHLIPS anyway. Ahahahahahahahah!!!!”, the man with the dildo sneered. Stomping harder. Stepping Faster-and Faster as the penetrating Silicone made Maverick climax once more from the intense senses he felt. Overwhelmed. His sensitive, shaking pale skin unable to take all this as the Flurry was starting to make his mind as numb as he enjoyed. Going in and out of consciousness. His body still in service to these men regardless as they continued as Maverick’s time slipped from him.

“There’s nothing else in his fucking room! Nothing in his old tech, or the other spaces here for what Heath needed. Freak built a Faraday cage for a PC full of useless crap, but couldn’t access it without the bobby trap. IS HE UNDER YET?”, a new voice said as Maverick began loosing his vision fully. Unable to hear the response as he went under fully except for his idle desires to serve due to the drug he took, and his hypersensitive body being impaled.

Hours passing as he felt a train get rode on his pussy. His pump, juicy ass his milking the rubber’d cocks of 7 men of different sizes. In different positions he could only remember due to how they twisted his body as if fucking a mindless sex doll. His wrist in motion to masturbate one cock per hand, Impaling his ass to a large shaft as his mouth served another. Against the wall by each man, pumping loads into their thick condoms, slipping from his loose cunt like filled water balloons. Holding his arms behind his back until each willing jock had one last go at letting Maverick know how much they enjoyed the little weirdo when he was docile.

An easy piece of meat that knew it’s place. Something Maverick knew he needed more than anything, their cruelty still unable to fill the hole he carried deep inside him. One their acts could not fill. Left to the loneliness that always haunted his now empty room hours since they departed. Forced his idle mind to tackle his his isolation as he slept on his bare mattress. Unwilling to fix the bed or shower as he passed out in full until the morning.

…….

The same day as Night-live Loving

Before he knew it, Maverick was already awoken by dawn’s cruel arrival. A once small, square bedroom lies in ruins from a private ‘party’. His custom blackout curtains felled from their window, streaks of Santa Nueva’s artificial dawn pinging visibly to mark 5am….was later by 1 hour? Judging by cat clock beside the wall. Casting over a dwelling in disarray; door closed as knickknacks scattered the floor from the many shelves lining the walls. To the side of the entrance, and facing the window, was a heard-shaped, king-sized bed was bare of its adorable bedding. Besides the loose curtains, was Maverick’s personal computer, locked from many failed attempts to break its firewalls as the cute, pink, gaming chair was lowered to the ground from spite. Blankets pushed next to the desk area, as the owner of it all nested him worn form on the lonely mattress.

Sweaty, exhausted, and alone, Maverick’s body healed itself slowly due to his weak blood potency. Waking up as his bruises turned from their sickly green-yellow to a faint wine-purple. Wincing as he stepped onto wet carpet in the nude, the ‘morning-glow’ of Santa Nueva about an Hour late, likely from something he would have to deal with at work today.

Looking around his bedroom, his personal quarters were in shambles. His bed was still bare and stained in sweat. His small trashcan was filled with condom wrappers but no used rubber’s remained despite how fat those loads were. Mav’s expensive, bright pink bedding was still tossed to the ground far from his bed. His computer set-up for classical media was covered in the books from the shelves above. The carpet he stood on began crystallizing from the Flurry he drank as 7 martini glasses rolled away from his steps. “AREYOUKIDDING ME! At least let a guy enjoy your cum if your loads are waterBALLON Fat! i would have drank them from the condom if they weren’t so scared to fuck me in earnest like Heath does”, Maverick complained.

Attempting to stay annoyed at the transgressions. Until he began feeling a bit uncomfortable in his sweaty form, wincing from his everywhere the longer he stood idle….as his asshole was sore and leaking lube. Trying hard to not get more annoyed at the results of last night.

Walking by his desk, he took out a fluffy pink pen, jotting down a list of task needed for the room to be cleaned for use later tonight. Hoping to actually spend time with Heath, a man he fancied a bit despite despising his father. The thoughts of his coworker made the edges of his writing sharper as he quickly finished the sticky note he affixed outside his bedroom door. Going to the adjacent restroom in his sleeping area, as he took about 30 minutes for his cleaning routine. Taking care of his body in every way as he washed the smell of sex off his adorable, smaller frame. The edges of his once impressive, muscular form tensed as he had to wash around his sore spots. His small nub bouncing each time he cleaned his body.

Shower finished, teeth cleaned, hair and face care applied: Maverick left his bedroom naked as he waltz to his kitchen annoyed. Knowing he had to go to work soon. To put clothes on again. Deal with people he hated. In a role he did not want with a machine he wanted to tear apart with his teeth from from how angry his situation made him. Before making it past his bedroom’s hallway, Maverick ran nude to the only door left open in fear. Screaming in deep annoyance as he saw into a room that was best described as adorable. Delicately stuffed with the remaining 29 plushies of different makes, creatures, sizes; all lovingly placed on a king-sized bed and chairs. The visible sign for one of the toys clearly missing off a chair.

“NOOOO, my TWIG THE giraffe MY BEANIE BABY! THOSE WENT EXTINCT BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE!!!”, Maverick screamed at the top of his lungs. Crushing some of the wooden frame leading into his plushie room, as his sadness twisting to pure annoyance as he tried keeping his cool before clocking in to work.

Now stomping downstairs to the 2nd floor to his personal kitchen; Mav groaned as he cupped his face with his delicate hands as he made it to the door leading into this level from the small wooden staircase. Opening….to someone used to seeing Maverick naked. A familiar, taller man paler than Mav greeting him at his slender kitchen table-booth. The younger man looked starving, barely not gaunt due to his slender muscles as he stood above Maverick in height even as he sat.

Staring fondly at a naked Mav walking to him with unnaturally yellow irises. Coming fully into Maverick’s sight was a guy with: half cornsilk/red hair, crow earrings, tattoos from his neck to chin, and a studded tongue. Wearing intense biker attire for the modern age spelled an irregular of great influence….who had barged into Maverick’s kitchen….delivering Mav’s work uniform and breakfast sandwiches on the table?

“good-Mornin’ Doll, are...yah okay? Yah usually don’t have that much of a limp after a ‘fun’ night? Let alone bruises. Got yer stuff ready since my girls downstairs said yah had some pretty….”, The taller man paused as he looked for the right words. Settling for something less mean as he continued; “funny men in here with yah. Need a ride to work? I don’t want anything happening to yah while on those nasty meds El presidente is forcin’ on yah”. He finished while his hands opened the brown bag.

His accent thick, and unsteady in its effort to ‘stay happy’ talking to Mav, more upset mentioning those men than the twink’s presence.

Losing focus on the conversation for a moment, as Mav saw the irregular unwrap a decadent breakfast sandwich that made the smaller man’s mouth water. Maverick’s deep masculine voice pitching harder from annoyance rather than his usual mania due to last night.

“someone is here early? Morning to you too, Ted~. I wish I could shove those pills down HIS THROAT more than anything for the humiliation of medicating for ‘Upholding our superior morality’, ughh.”, Maverick punctuated in disgust. Taking a moment to perk up to the other statement offered to him. The taller man taking the time to soften his own disdain too… enjoy Maverick’s presence, smiling in earnest from his patience.

“I’ll take the ride too please, Ted. Cars and I don’t mix well on these damn pills”, Maverick groaned through his pleasantries. Taking a seat as he winched from his ass hitting the cushion, as a gloved hand made sure the smaller man got on the chair alright. Ted handing Mav a sandwich larger than his hands as he began speaking again. Listening to the shorter person as he eat his own meal slowly.

“And those ‘funny’ men…Weren’t as fun as I thought. just, Just something to take my mind off from my Job—No, from everything. Heath; Blew me off, Again! Sent his friends instead. I thought I did good last month, but he keeps avoiding me after the last time”, Maverick looked at the croissant sandwich wrapped in foil paper. Meekly uncovering his food by ripping it free. Ted swallowing more sandwich with a sip of his blue drink before he spoke. “I’m early...because of that guy. What do yah see ‘En Him to let this kind of guy do stuff to yah, Doll?”, Ted asked sincerely as he washed down his food. Getting into detail as his yellow eyes gained more focus.

“Yah let yourself get swarmed by his cronies till your bruised look like raisins? For What? A Guy that stands yah up? At yer Own Club, Doll? Yah still got no sweetheart to sweep yah off your feet Instead of a ‘Man’ that just ditches yah whenever his Fancy?”, Ted inquired. His face wrinkling in worry as he tried eating his meal alongside Maverick. The shorter man eating fast until he digested Ted’s words. Eyes looking away from overthinking on the inquires, until he was hit by the last question. Stopping to answer it almost made him choke, barely preventing a loud gag.

Wiping his face as he responded to Ted; “*cough* WOAh, Ted, ted, ted. me and Heath….got something. Real sweet guy that needs..a special touch when his day is bad, and he likes to spice it up like I do”, Maverick conceited. Nervously trying hard to find the words as he couldn’t ignore what Ted was saying due to Heath’s recent patterns. Longing for what they were doing together, as he accidentally let his mania speak for him from his recent frustrations. Letting his anxiety be know as he began kicking his legs off the part of his counter’s wall. Ted watching with some unsteady amusement of the cuteness; as the naked, bruised, shaky twink began swaying his rotating chair back-and-forth.

“Sure his friends can be annoying idiots, but at least they know how to make a lil’guy like me go a ‘little stupid’. Yeah, that sounds right. Be-besides, Ted: romance and I aren’t on equal terms. Usually I enjoy not being equal to others in the bed, but that is besides my point! It! It-”, Maverick Paused. His eye’s widening as he released the stuff he was admitting to the skinny man while his ethereal-blue iris’s shrank from his mania. Blushing as he turned away slightly, Ted nodding his head out of view as he gestured for the smaller man to continue speaking. Maverick was now fully spinning in his rotating kitchen chair, slowly as he tried to hide his flustering face as the smaller person felt like they couldn’t shut up. Venting to the man that brought him breakfast and didn’t make him discarded, but was afraid to show how much he needed it as Mav’s face cringing in suppressed feelings in his swaying, naked image.

“-is something I want that makes that guy happy, and he seems...great. Lets me talk, get high, fuck. Anything to make me forget about this shitty job and my stupid prescription”. Maverick continued feasting on his sandwich after making his points. The ruins of the paper once containing breakfast tossed to the table as Ted chuckled. Maverick halting his chair’s spiral as he got dizzy from his anxious rotation.

The taller man handing Mav an iced drink to wash it down once he was done. Maverick grabbing it meekly with the wide, curious eyes a puppy gets when seeing a new toy. Before said Pup growls sadly at something it doesn’t agree with. Sipping at the blue fluid in a clear lidded cup before he spoke; “Ughhh, I miss real Coffee. Can-can you make me some of the real stuff here before I leave, Ted, Pleeaeeeee”. Maverick begged as cutely as possible as he turned his nude body in his stool-seat. Bombarding his fully clothed friend with the biggest puppy eyes he could manage.

Unaware of the hateful stare of Ted, as his mind lingered on the thoughts of how he felt about Heath. And how that prick treated Maverick, his mind’s fleeting image of him jumping Heath or summon liquid metal down his throat until he saw Mav pleading. His stern face softening to the little guy he found endearing, as he chuckled lightly. Getting off his seat as he obeyed the smaller man out of care. “here Doll, Don’t forget to take yer pills after yah Down this coffee. Can’t take the stuff like last time, this shit is not healthy to digest on an empty stomach”, Ted said as he placed the bottle of pills by Maverick’s clothes and full caffeinated cup.

“*sniffle*, thank you. I. I need the real stuff if I am gonna ingest those things, man”, Maverick said as he turned to watch past the table to follow Ted in the motions of making actual coffee. “what are friends for, doll~ just...make sure to put yer clothes on. Streaking is fun and all, until the Morality Police are beating yah in an alley”, Ted laughed lightly. The smaller man staring at his work clothes and pills with a deep annoyance as he tried staying happy at Ted making him coffee to wash away the feelings from his system. As his frustration grew.

His scowl unable to hide his trembling smile as he was given fresh coffee. The smells of grounded coffee beans filling the air as the concoction had plenty of sweetness added to it. His angry eyes held back by his forced smile as he felt a little joy at Ted’s service; “yeah. what are...friends Sug. Th-thank you”. He said meekly as he watched the steam leave the cup besides his daily dosage of medication. Annoyed the coffee taste would get interrupted by the chemicals of his prescription.

…….

Somewhere far from the historical villa Maverick lived in, lied an impressive needle-like skyscraper. Made of metal, silicone, and glass that pierced the large bubble that created a living atmosphere around the bones of Santa Fe. Santa Nueva as it was called now, was illuminated and kept comfortable by the many sunlights that glowed along the metallic webbing of the bubble that thousands of people kept unction. The capital building overseeing it all, as it kept the city from succumbing to the 3rd ice age that froze the old world.

Deep inside the ground of this synthetic spire, lied a conspiracy that would get most people disappeared off the streets. As beneath the capital building, resides the center of energy that kept the FCU in power and it’s main city fed with renewable clean energy. The dome-like machine harnessing the suffering of a mindless clone eternally admitting the searing power of it’s cellgrade frozen in an expression of a pain it could not longer feel from it’s unchanging blaze. Until it was expended and replaced with a clone that would act as the new battery. This haunting, blazing figure of conspiracy unknowingly experiencing the bickers of the two men who oversee it’s existence of pain.

“IT HAS BEEN WEEEKS of Florentino Breathing DOwn Our BACKS because SOMEONE Can’t spend as much time SUCKING-COCK, instead of ensuring the SURVIVAL OF OUR GREATEST EMPIRE!”, Gusmonde complained loudly.

“I keep Telling You. Back off, Gusmonde. I have already led this team to the president’s goal. More energy faster, right? RIGHT? By a Few DAYS from the already STABLE SYSTEM we have set up? What more can be DONE”, Maverick screamed at the man he hated. Staring down in his scientist scrubs and pink turtleneck sweater from the shear cold of the engine’s level.

The balding, darker skinned man groaning as he pinched his nose in anger. His aged, furious display faintly haunting Maverick of the man he wanted to enjoy later tonight in revenge for his asshole always ruining his day, hoping to Rock Heath’s world to spite the bastard screaming at him right now.

As the governor of Santa Nueva, and father of his recent fling, shouted back in frustration; “OH AND I AM TO TAKE THE WORD OF A JUNKIE WHOSE ONLY SCIENCE MASTERED IS EXPOSING HIS LEGS TO THE AIR FOR Any Scumsucker—”.

“I’m Sorry, but last I checked. Your family was Allowed to oversee the stock of energy here because your ancestor was too stupid to know how to run my ‘ancestors’ greatest work??-”, Maverick vented as if he was opening up the discussion. Before happily interrupting Heath Snr; “Oh Wait. Your family is still too DUMB not administer the clones’ growth to maturity without blowing UP THIS LEVEL! AGAIN! because unlike you I have DOCTRINES TO BE HERE”. Maverick continued tearing apart his most hated “coworker” with rising annoyance.

“And clearly you don’t have a Master’s in common Fucking Sense to MIND Your BUSINESS and letting the genius do his JOB”, Maverick yelled loud enough to make the other 20 people in the room back away. The faces of his own crew something he barely remembered due to the meds, as Heath Gusmonde the VII scowled, backing away as he left through the automated elevator with curses under his breathe.

“Anyone Else wanna Sour my mood? Or are we gonna run the numbers to make the President Happy?….Thought so. Get back to work and leave me to my machine. bother me if you must only”, Maverick said as he tried letting the medication make him dissociate from the hell of his own creation.

Still reliving in and out of the argument he had since getting into work. As his voice became drool. His limbs locked in focus, losing track of time as his team got to business. The faces and bodies of the people that did ask him for help fading in his mind as fast as their questions. As he worked his full shift in the frustration building in him.

An anger strong enough to tear people apart, confided to a large desk in front of his greatest source of regret. Staring at the clone of a person he despised. But one he wished he never kept around from the dilemma of morality that ate him up at his weakest moments from the consequences this machine wrought on him daily. His dull iris’s cringing in anger as he tried being busy without doing what his bosses wanted.

…….

Maverick smoked weed as he finished his small cup of Caffeine. His red eyes covered by his pink sunglasses to obscure the sight. Sitting on the 1st floor private room of the Caffeine shop in the capital building, uncaring of the smell lingering as he tried relaxing his tense muscles with the stuff. The weed unable to do anything to his mind due to his Mental Cellgrade giving him immunity to mind alterations from most sources. Still tasting the active charcoal he swallowed about 2 hours after his shift ended, Mav made sure to wait for the medications effects to end.

“Think it’s out of my system, thank god. Bye-bye empty private room, and hello to the comfort of my own home, Hopefully my ‘DJ’ is set and happy with the mixtape I made for tonight~ And I can get out of this outfit, my piercings are getting itchy-”, Maverick said as he began walking out of the room and past the cafe.

Ditching his empty cup as he got a call from his bracket. His Holo-phone popping to life with the static imagine of a man’s silhouette running an encrypted, secure line as Maverick made it out the building before answering the call. “What do you want, Florentino?”, Maverick asked his boss in disdain.

“Anzai. Got a little Distracted before I could answer you on hours. Thankfully your on call for emergencies. And Me getting an update on your machine’s output increase is an emergency worth Calling after shift for”, spoke the other man on the line in over 20 additional tones in unison.

Reflecting the same annoyed disdain Maverick shared in his tone as the two Things continued their call. “Well, What source of disappointment are you gonna bring up now, or will my progress-update end in a screaming match again for your outlandish desires for My Machine”, Maverick bitched at to the most powerful man in the country. Ducking to an alley on his way home, walking into a narrow urban vein in between darkish-blue brick skyscrappers.

His loafers getting filled by the stray gravel un-swept from their construction centuries prior, as the ‘sunlight’ above grew dim from the height of this tight corridor. Even car’s couldn’t fit in in this chilled space where sounds traveled easily in the darkness. Maverick pushed his phone away from his ear as the silence reverberated a horrific noise. As the receiver cracked by the intense laughter on the other end as 50 of the same voice cackled in their different bodies. In the distance of this sudden boom of talking….was another struggle that did not contain their tone. Wails. Wails gagged by something as they sharpened into muffled screams that brought Maverick’s attention back to memories he took drugs to forget. Distracting Mav further from other presences coming to check on the strange noise in their alley from both sides of this corridor.

“Ahahahahaha. Testy Today. What, bad day at the office for one of the most powerful people comparable to me, Anzai? Listen”, Florentino commanded cold.

“I know my predecessor let you do whatever you wanted to keep the power running in your old body. But like the last ‘Anzai’, his corpse’s words are as worthless as he was. Just like the worthless man that promised them to your old body”, the FCU President admitted sincerely as he let the air grow crueler on the other ends. The sounds of someone’s muffled cries for help as implements were silenced by the chorus of 50 bodies speaking intensely at once again.

“They. Don’t. Matter, Anymore. Your ambitions are lax for someone that gave the FCU life, oOo Saint of Energy~ We have an empire to expand, not just run”, Florentino proclaimed. His teasing tone….added by 1 additional voice that made Maverick’s stomach grow uneasy as their volume was added as the 51st member in this fucked up concert only the Pariah was stuck in. His annoyance trying to take the driver’s seat in his emotions as his boss continued.

“The quicker you can harvest energy faster, for longer; the better for the both of us. Not like I can just get into your head to do it myself. I get what I want. And you’ll be left alone. To your own devices, to do your little things away from the office even longer than before. Is that….understood?”, Florentino asked domineeringly.

Maverick Groaned audibly, before his eyes stared deeper into the alley as 3 armed men started encroaching him in the tight corridors. 2 in front of his shortcut home, and 1 behind him. “Even if I said yes, you know I won’t mean it. If your ambitions matched the limits of our deal; maybe we won’t be doing this dance. But as it stands, I don’t have the mood right now to talk about this. We will talk about the logistics of it when I am on the clock. IF the power isn’t destroyed, don’t ring me up for this kind of emergency. Bye”, Maverick bitched in a careful way. His anger distracting him from the roadblock preventing him from going home.

Staring at the 3 people as he was unable to end the call, as the president spoke before the phone turned dark; “ooh-avoiding me until your time is back on tax payer benefits? Fine. I’ll get what I want. I just need to wait. Hasta Luego, Anzai. Enjoy the thugs, figured you needed some stress relief, AHAHAHAHAHAHAAH”.

The phone call ending in a chorus of laughter as 3 men in strange mask, wearing pitch black clothes approached with knives in hand. “YOUR VALUABLES OR YOUR LIFE, PRICK. Don’t make any sudden moves, or we’ll leave you in stitches on our turf!!”, screamed the taller one as he pointed his hunting knife. The dark metal blade serrated, as if never tasting action before.

Maverick backing away as he kept an eye on the lone thug behind him as the guy’s buddies encroached ahead of him in the depth of the alleyway. Realizing it was too late to run, as Maverick kept quiet studying his situation. Groaning loudly as he rolled his eyes, analyzing the 3 idiots he did not want to confront right now. “who carries valuables on main road. Just Leave before shit happens. Doubt anyone can hear what will happen to you all at this point. I am. Not in the mood right now”, Maverick sassed out. His eyes cringing in deep seething as his irises sharpened to pinpricks. Only making the thugs laugh as they got in his personal space.

“Bold talk from the Rich-Bitch Coming from the Capital BUILDING, BEat-Um till he SLEEPs”, The taller thug shouted as his shorter friends made the distance. Maverick groaned, as he side-stepped out of the way last minute. Making his closest threats run into each other. The thug behind him rammed chest first into the robber of the opposite direction with a nasty crush. Their collision causing one of their daggers to get sent flying for Mav to grab midair. Flourishing the blade as a thrusting weapon, left arm on guard as the grip faced Maverick’s face. The shorter thugs getting back on their feet as Maverick rushed their leader.

The taller man panicking as Mav caught up to him fast, and caught him off-guard even faster. Kicking the larger thug by sliding his feet into one of his legs, scuffing his work loafers as he tripped his combatant. Readjusting the angle of his acquired weapon to disarm the idiot’s knife with a nasty stab onto the hand said cut-purse wielded it in before the man landed to the ground. The thug throwing the dagger up from the attack as he screamed, unable to stop flailing on the gravel floor.

Weapon flying upward as Maverick tried refocusing on the last two as he rose from his slide….until the knife he disarmed fell and landed into the man’s throat. Stabbing the man on the ground between his Adam’s apple as his hands were originally distracted from his hand injury...failed to go take-out the weapon making him choke on his own blood. Bleeding out in a pathetic pitch and wet gurgle as the alleyway grew silent from everyone involved.

Maverick held his hands to his face in horror, keeping the dagger in a grip for the blade to be away from his face.

“CANTO! I’ll Kill You!”, the thug that rose first said as he rushed forward. “wait! Lan!”, the cut-purse once behind Mav screamed, unable to stop his rushing friend as he struggled to get off the floor. His feeble hand held out to stop this ‘Cantu’. Maverick did not even look behind him, as he reversed his grip to deflect each and every strike with his own knife. Barely twisting his body to parry the slashes as his other hand held his mouth from the shear regret of accidentally killing the man that gurgled on his own blood on the ground. Taking his eyes off the new corpse, as Lan made the mistake of his changing his stance as Mav was thrusting forward to parry a strike he thought he predicated.

Only for Lan to walk into the dagger impaling his throat. Red essence now spurting to the Pariah, as Maverick was splashed by the warm crimson staining the innocent cuteness of his face. The shorter thug grasping at his wound as he leaned hard against the brick wall the alley was made out of. Choking on his blood as Maverick looked in utter horror. “I just told you all to leave, Why couldn’t you take the hint, now-Now None of you can leave”, Maverick said as he looked to the last thug. Crimson staining his lower right chin as he turned, blood dripping onto the white labcoat that protected his adorable pink turtlerneck.

The final cut-purse attempting to run away, as Mav fully turned to meet him pleadingly. “Don’t go there!”, Maverick whispered loudly. Trying his best not to kill this man, nor let him escape for law enforcement to discover this. He grabbed the dagger by the bloody blade, as he angled his thrust to hit with the handle 1st. The knife tossed hard as it landed on the back of the thug’s knee, preventing him from running out of the alley.

Maverick’s small joy fleeing as the thug’s head crashed into a stray rock on the gravel floor they were on. The body of the person going still instantly. Dark vitae pooling around the impact of the skull as the corpses stillness made Mav’s eyes grow wide in despair.

Maverick was left alone again. A feeling he hated more than himself. His frustration steamed from his head as he tried hard not to be….like how he was back then. Feeling the many faces of his old, 1st body complaining to him about how he shouldn’t try hiding what he is. Shaking his head with a growl as he dismissed his ‘old ghost’. Rolling his eyes as he spat curses to his stupid boss and his puppeteering to this little “stress relief”. Dragging the bodies to a trashcan deeper into the alley they were in, as Mav kept the knife long enough to dispose somewhere safe. Wishing he was home, naked and drunk off his mind after a hot bath. Unable to get rid of the sensation of blood on his chin, no matter how much he cleaned his face.

The warm liquid haunted the creases of his youthful cheek, as his hand swiped it away. His strength hurting his cheekbone, as if his hands were trying to claw the foreign scarlet off.

As if it was a parasite that needed to be Pulled Out. It’s warm. Familiar. Iron-stains staining the heart tattoo Maverick cherished on this body.

……

Maverick sat at his bar booth on the 1st floor of his club. Wearing nothing but his signature pink, bathrobe, filling the chill air against his hidden crotch. He sipped his 2nd martini at 5pm from the stress of today. The an identical drink already prepared by his bartender as it was hastily placed down as the Pariah angrily glared as his hot-pink, bedazzled, cellphone with flail of plastic toys shaking from his fury.

Staring at a message on his pirate-ware messenger. The old Flip-phone opened to a text that was sent to him 3 hours ago from Heath: a promise of him being there tonight for more than their usual. Maverick’s flurry of messages of former joy left on read. Maverick looking down in the dumps from the silence, as his eyes cringed in a small seething pain his alcohol couldn’t escape from. Until a familiar slender form approached him from the side in line of sight.

A leather hand knocking besides him on the wooden booth, as Mav sipped away his annoyance with a focused….sadness. “Alone at night, Handsome? Club ain’t open yet and yer already sipping 15%’s, yah okay, Doll?”, Ted said in calm worry. Holding a strange motorcycle helmet in one arm, as Maverick’s ethereal blue eyes met the tall man’s bright yellow irises. Maverick looking away into the reflection of his drink as he spoke; “the. The same, Sug. Sorry if I can’t be in the best mood right now. Just dealing with the shitty. Shitty usual. I feel like I keep trying to be better at-”. Maverick said before catching himself.

Mav almost said, ‘being better at being a person, no a GOOD person, like Normal People’, Wanting to say it to Ted in earnest but not feeling comfortable about himself like that towards Ted’s expectant eyes. “-being around people. Doing the shitty job I do knowing full well it hurts people regardless of how clean the energy it is, Sug. Might as well be grinding hundreds of people daily by how oppressive this shitty city is about the electricity. I mean—”, Maverick stopped himself mid frustration. Shutting up by downing the martini in his hand it in front of an increasingly worried Ted. Slamming it to the table as he found the right words as his anger fizzled out on his cute face. Almost snapping the glass in half and causing the other drink besides his two to spill.

“It is. A literal torture machine, no matter if the guy in there can’t feel anything. Torturing all of us with what the TOP want as they can’t seem to mind their FUCKING Business. You-you feel?”, Maverick continued as he worried about sounding normal. Looking to the man beside him.

Ted nodded, looking away from the moment in a grimace, clearing relating too much about their shared shitty situations. “I do, Mate, yah have a raw’r deal than anyone I know. Think I’d explode if I had to get personal calls by Heath Senior OR the president. Or the Albinssons”, Ted said with deep disdain for the last name Maverick tried laughing about.

“You. You mean that one family that Loves the bubble??? I mean, yeah. I want to throw Heath Sr. into the Wilderness to see if he can shit-talk his way out of a polar bear mauling. The president I WANNA LAUNCH INTO THE MOON”, Maverick said as he threw his fist in the arm violently.

Before he realized the last name, and caressed his chin in curiosity. “As for the Albinssons-- WAIT The Albinssons, like the Albino European family that maintain the bubble? We do have to work together a lot, but they give me the hibbygibbies, but not in the good way”, Maverick said in a creeping cringe. Downing his martini in response to thinking about that family.

Ted Laughed Uncomfortably at that statement, as if he had personal stakes to the last revelation. Trying hard to change the subject, and cover his pale skin, he patted Mav’s back hard enough to make the little guy look at him. “Ahahahahah. Yeah, CREEPY. Right. RIght, Shitty jobs in the government aside: are yah gonna ‘go-out’ all tonight, Mr.Rage’r?”, Ted said in worry built out of distracting deceit. A single tear dripping from his yellow eye as Maverick looked at him confused, before turning his adorable face to the booth in contemplation, puffing his cheeks in thought.

“Hrnnnn.Yeah! I can get smashed and hammered. Preferably at the same time if I get….Lucky tonight. I. I really hope Heath can keep his word, I might have to decline his friends anyway since they stole a plushie of mine last night”, Mav said as he pouted a little with his puffy cheeks.

Ted chuckled a little as he patted Mav’s head; “yer wayyy to cute when yah pout like that, Mate. Sorry about the thief, not surprise those things robbed yah considering therr behavior. Say the word, and I can track it for yah, if yah want?”. An arm grabbed the hand petting the raven hair mid-pet, as Maverick looked up with the wettest puppy eyes possible; “y-youcandothattttt. pweeaseeeee, ted. AND MY LIFE, IS YOURS. please get twig the giraffe back if can!”.

“Anything for yah, Doll. Yah can tell me what a giraffe is later for me to hunt it down, On two promises for somethin’g?”, Ted said as with care.

“ted...You don’t gotta ask if you wanna smash again Considering you can summon Nitrous oxide and rock. me. Ragged, As I’m your helpless little toy as I sleeepp”, Maverick said as he tried climbing a finger on the arm of Ted. Trying hard to seducing the taller man. “mate. Why do yah always gotta make it sexual? Not like I wouldn’t mind spending another night warming your bed--”, Ted jovially admired as he redirected the conversation.

“--But I’m not here just to get your legs in the air. I wanted to ask if you can take care tonight, Doll”, Ted said in an uneasy worry. Letting parts of a formal, somewhat sadder accent slip up from genuine emotions that unnerved Mav a little by the honest vibe change.

“take care in what way?”, Maverick said as he pulled away in worry about fucking up that social cue”,

“Promise me you will try and hold off on the stronger stuff tonight. I know that the ‘nose-sugar’ shipment was loaded today, And your tolerance is Wild. But eat and drink water. Please”, Ted warned with a lot of worry in his voice. His eyes cringing in an expectant….admission of defeat? No, a mix of worry and melancholy Maverick couldn’t interpret as he kept listening intently with a rising….sadness. “The last promise...is to hangout with someone new, Doll. I think you need a new change of pace”, Ted said in worry as he patted Maverick’s head.

Maverick looked away in worry as he enjoyed the headpats. Turning his chin to the empty martini glasses that he knew wouldn’t be the only ones tonight. “i-ican keep the 1st promise, my ‘powder’ will def make me thirsty later, and I can get something cooked for me too”, the Pariah tried saying with focus. His eyes shifting to the middle of the seat as he failed to sound positive. “if-if I can’t get someone new to be with me, and it’s just Heath. Would my promise be broken? If. No one comes to, No. If No one else wants to talk to me like normal?”, Maverick began panicking in his deep worried pitch.

Until he felt the patting stop as a hand rested on his shoulder. Ted leaning down to him in a positive stretch, his yellow eyes full of certainty. “Nights gonna be new as it always is. Heath found you, but just because this little pond of your is shallow. Don’t mean fish from bigger streams won’t find it. I’m positive something new will come to you….Eventually.”, Ted punctuated with a delicate fondness. As Maverick felt the contact from the taller man end before he spoke again. “So I’ll keep that last promise as fulfilled, and I’ll get yer plushie back till a knight in shining armor whisks yah off your feet like the pink lil’ princess you are~”, Ted teased endearingly as he departed to his set up.

Maverick nodded as he couldn’t keep his gaze on Ted. Signaling his bartender far away from them for another drink. Ted patting his back one last time as he gave his farewells. Setting up his DJ island a few yards away from the lonely booth Maverick sat at. Still lingering on the analogy Ted had given him.

Unsure how he could attract new people coming into the club, let alone his regulars.

The empty promises of Heath seemed daunting as he tried keeping hope for someone else to not make him feel alone. To have just someone he can enjoy as himself, even for a night. So he didn’t return to a bed he hated, for a being he hated. One he had to sleep in before going to a job and a life he despised. Wishing for anything to break his magically mundane days from what they were.

As he finished another martini glass as his club opened to the upper echelon of Santa Nueva. His small pond of debauchery filling like the torrents of heavy rain, as many people began swarming the dance floor around the bar.

Avoiding Maverick as they always did.

As he drank in what he hated the most. Isolation in his own mind.

Epilogue

“PLEASE. I ALREADY TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW, DON’T LEAVE ME HERE”, Screamed a man in lab scrubs as he was bound above a large staircase. Hanging by his stomach that bound his arm in wire coiling, as the other end of the rope was held to the ground by an opposing person. The fire-watching tower these two were surrounded by rested in a thick, frozen Mesa that could kill men like the scientist in a few minutes, his metallic restraints getting harder from the chill.

As his captured foe dangled, a man in a pitch black biker’s outfit looked up to him in silent determination. His leather outfit made of many different coats and pants stitched into one by visible silver wiring. Staring up from his jacket’s black hood through the full face helmet as he spoke in a monotone, frozen voice; “you mean to tell me. the man i need to dismantle your energy source. to topple your empire. runs one of the most illicit night clubs in the city? and i am take your word for that? that he will have all the answer i need?”. His stern, stone-like voice robotic from the helmet he wore.

“YES! THINK ABOUT IT. THE PARIAH HAS FULL POLITICAL IMPUNITY. HIS MANOR IS UNTOUCHABLE, TO ALL INQUISITORS ALIKE. EVEN THE PRESIDENT IGNORES THAT PLACE. I KNOW I’VE SEEN HIM. HIM AND THE PARIAH WEAR PINK, THEY HAVE THE SAME BLUE EYES, PINK HEART TATTOO, AND THE BLACK HAIR. DON’T LEAVE ME UP HERE, THAT’S ALL I KNOW”, Screamed the scientist above 60 feet from the vigilante in black.

The vigilante stood there, letting the scientist flail a bit as his body got stiff from the cold. Before letting go of the rope. The scientist dropping almost 55 feet towards the ground as the metal coil dragged upward into the air until the man in black grabbed it. Stopping the scientist midscream from splattering into the frozen clay of the Mesa they were in.

Eyes opening once he realized he didn’t die.

Laughing a little until a solid punch into the face rendered the scientist unconscious.

The vigilante in black untying the knocked out man from the remaining rope, putting him on his shoulder as he ascended the firewatch tower. Leaving the sleeping man in the warmth of his station, as he took the robe off this structure to rid of any evidence of his existence.

Before jumping off the tower by the edge to slide all the way down. His thick, leather gloves prevent burns as he descended with ease into the bushes besides the corner of the watchtower. Disappearing for a moment in the thick, bluish shrubs as a black streak roared to life out of them. As a phantom of black and silver road off into the Mesa of New Mexico. Riding into the frozen landscape towards the large, dome of light and black metal in the distance. Praying he would find the man he needed to help dismantle the government that stole his life from him.