Sunshine, At Last – The Speakeasy


***Warning: Adult Subject***

Sunshine, At Last

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars. She missed the feel of sunshine. Mindlessly, she reached out to the food dispenser and withdrew a handful of kibble. She ate without tasting. She’d eaten nothing else in the, perhaps, eight months of her incarceration in Brent’s basement. She didn’t know for certain.

It wasn’t long ago, she’d won a scholarship at age 15 to MIT University. At a young age, she’d demonstrated supernatural abilities with electronic devices. A misbehaving DVR would suddenly work properly if she stared at it. A broken cellphone would suddenly function after she touched it. MIT professor, Wayne Edmunds, read an article about her in online Byte magazine. He devised a test for her abilities. He removed a line in the firmware on a computer’s motherboard. The computer could not start. Edmunds flew to Iowa City, bringing the computer to young Jenny Park. With a mere touch from her, the computer started up normally. Edmunds checked the firmware, and to his amazement, the line of code was back where it belonged. He had a full scholarship to MIT ready for her the next day.

As she flowered into womanhood, her ethnically ambiguous beauty caught the attention of modeling agencies and suitors alike, but it was Brent, who finally got to her. She’d held off his continuous stream of flattery, saying, “Whatever you say, Brent.” It was the third time she visited his house, toothbrush packed into her purse, when it happened.

She awoke and found she was chained to the wall in Brent’s dank, windowless basement. Twice, sometimes three times a day, Brent would use her like a rag to quench his hungers. She fought at first, but the beatings would inevitably make her capitulate, saying, “Whatever you say, Brent.”

Through the horrors, the worst part was months of no light…no light. Dreams of sunshine kept her sane.

Chains rattled across her bruised thighs as she reached for more kibble. The links were more symbol than necessity. Escape was impossible. Brent owned three Blackwater Systems SE-147 drones. The quadrupeds could run on their long rear legs, freeing up the sickle-like claws on their forelegs. Brent showed her videos of his other perversion: inviting homeless men to his estate without providing a security chip. Jenny watched an old man gutted and dismembered in seconds. The most terrifying system was the WASPs. The honeybee-sized nanobots swarmed in thousands above his estate 24/7. Each could remove a tiny gobbet of flesh. Their numbers could reduce a living human to a pristine skeleton in 20 minutes.

The overly complex, linked chip embedded in Jenny’s shoulder insured the machines would attack her, but the chip in Brent’s shoulder rendered him safe. No chip at all was a guarantee of death, and that’s what killed Brent’s homeless victims.

Eating kibble like a dog, and sucking water from a tube like a Gerbil, would have destroyed a lesser mind, but not Jenny’s. She dreamed of sunshine, and revenge.

Brent’s vacation was his mistake.

Though Jenny’s kibble was nutritious enough, the daily rapes and abuse kept her traumatized. Her health suffered. While he was gone for a month, though, her body settled down. Deep inside her flesh, her unique nerve cells, awoke again. They found the electronic chip in her shoulder, and her body began to interface with it. Soon, computer code written on the chip scrolled across her mind’s eye…and she began to rewrite it.

Less than a day after she gained complete control of the security systems, while she munched on kibble and imagined havoc, Brent’s Ferrari pulled up past the estate gates. Jenny guided Drone 4BW593-03, as though its limbs were her own, to the car’s door. “What are you doing?” muttered Brent as he got out and shoved the killer machine aside.

Blood splattered the white car as Jenny’s claw slashed through his belly. Footclaws cut past the ribs above his heart while she pushed him down. Brent screamed for a time, then regained his composure. “Okay, I see you’ve got control of the drone. Whoever you are, I got money. LOTS of it. It’s yours. Just don’t kill me!”

“Whatever you say, Brent,” said Jenny over the drone’s speakers.

Recognition, a revelation, dawned in his eyes before she ripped the security chip out of his shoulder. She pointed at the approaching swarm of WASPs. “I won’t kill you, but they will.”

Twenty minutes later, Jenny walked past Brent’s skeleton, and squinted in the sunshine, at last.
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Written for the Speakeasy at Yeah Write. In this week’s writing challenge, the FIRST line must be, “She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars.” The media prompt is the song, “No light, no light” by Florence and the Machine. I think I’ve got both covered. Look here for many more exciting stories based upon these prompts: http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/fiction-challenge-178-open/

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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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31 Responses to Sunshine, At Last – The Speakeasy

  1. LucyJartz says:

    With a shudder, I commend your work.

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  2. J. Raven says:

    Fine, fine story Eric! A longer word count would have allowed for a more-torturous (and well-deserved) end to Brent but you brought-out such a range of emotion in this piece. Nice incorporation of lyrics as well!

    Kudos, sir!

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    • EagleAye says:

      Oh yes, the things I wanted to do to Brent! And you’re right, I would’ve done them with a longer word count. Whilst stirring my brain around trying to think of a plot for the challenge, I read about a woman who was a sex slave, held prisoner by the Russian mafia (and unable to see the stars) for years in a warehouse. The sad thing is, though she escaped, she never got back at the men who did it. I vowed that my version would be different. I had hoped to describe every moment of Brent’s dismantlement, but oh well, I’m sure you can imagine it.

      Thanks so much, and thanks for the read! 🙂

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  3. Christine says:

    He deserved it, and more. Chilling little story, Eric. Nice job.

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  4. Lyn says:

    What…only gutting him and clawing through flesh above his ribs? I’d have deprived him of his manhood slowly…millimetre by millimetre over a long period of time or perhaps even micrometre by micrometre. Not sure how you got from “She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars” to the computer chip and then the end result, Eric, but it was superbly done 🙂

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    • EagleAye says:

      Ah! Don’t forget the WASPs. When she pulled out his security chip, that meant the WASPs would attack and begin tearing off little tiny bits of him, including his manhood, little by little, while he was still alive. He died a grisly death, I assure you.

      I had a hard time thinking of a story for the prompt. It’s when that happens that my craziest stories emerge. When this came to me, it arrived all at once. It’s funny how that happens sometimes. In any even, I’m glad you liked it. Thanks much, Lyn! 🙂

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  5. It’s funny because in trying to come up with this challenge, I definitely considered a victim of kidnapping but never considered a sci-fi angle. You worked it in nicely and left an eerie taste in my mouth.

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    • EagleAye says:

      The first line lends itself to someone who’s been incarcerated for some reason. I think that flows naturally. The science fiction angle is just me. SciFi is my preferred genre so it is the angle I most often take. I like the problem-solving aspect of the genre, and I wanted a difficult problem for Jenny, but one that she could overcome in the end.

      I should think that the subject alone would give anyone chills. It does to me, and that’s why I wanted vengeance in the end. Thanks so much for the read and the visit! 🙂

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  6. Silverleaf says:

    Hey, it’s been a while! Love your imagination – all those sci-fi creatures are very creative! And Brent, what a ghastly, hideous character. Both he and Jenny were well-developed.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Hey Silverleaf! Yes it has and it’s good to be back. I’m glad Brent appeared as hideous as l I wanted. That way he deserved the horrible end that befell him. I hope you were cheering for Jenny too, for being her own hero. It’s good to see you again and participate in this great challenge. Thanks for stopping in! 🙂

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  7. tnkerr says:

    Today we learned that when you choose your victim take great pains to insure she is “NOT” the “Ghost in the Machine”
    Great job Eric. Fun to read.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Haha! That’s right. Brent was checking her looks out, but not her abilities. If he’d examined her history with machines he might’ve avoided her. Sometimes there’s a terrible price for being shallow. Thanks so much for your thoughts!

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  8. inNateJames says:

    Jenny puts The Girl WIth the Dragon Tattoo to shame.

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  9. What a big story in so few words. I’m glad she escaped to safety.

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  10. Suzanne says:

    Fantastic write, Eric. Gruesome and horrifying. But so well written. Like others have already said, a more torturous ending for Brent would have been satisfying, but I think freedom was way more important.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Thanks Suzanne! Good to see you again. I hope it was clear, that she left him quite alive, when the WASP nanobots attacked and took him apart, tiny piece by tiny piece. That’s why she walked past his skeleton to freedom. In any event, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate your thoughts so much. Thank you!

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  11. katybrandes says:

    I almost didn’t get past the warning, but I’m glad I made myself do it. Good revenge story.

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  12. I was rooting for Jenny all the way! You really made me care about her and the outcome.

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  13. tedstrutz says:

    Good story… usually is here… I like how you numbered the drone.

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  14. Indira says:

    Brent deserved that end. I think everyone hates that type. Very well written though scary.

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