> Anna in Plureality

FROM THE DESK OF CONTROL
- a hacked transmission suggests that The Professor may be looking at this one. Let's keep an eye on her....

DOSSIER: JEX
She wears army boots with the laces undone with jeans or leathers you'd have to peel off as her default attire. She has penchant for t-shirts tight enough to make it clear she's a girl usually with statements that ranged from vaguely to completely offensive... ' Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them'. Generally those same shirts are shredded or see-through at the back to reveal a series of surface piercings on either side of her spine laced with ribbon so they resembled a corset. Her hair is a mane of very dark brown, wavy with long bangs (frequently in her eyes). Make no mistake though: she can dress up and fit into club clothes to tramp it up with the best of them or don formal wear wrapping about herself as naturally as any blue blood. 

She is what you want, not just her. Men want to be with her, women want to be friends with her. It's not just that, but everything. What you want is immediately known to her and she enjoys using it. Teasing you with almost getting it and feeding from the delicious taste of your disappointment. It melts on her tongue like chocolate covered cherries, oh so sweet with a center to bite on (that moment when you realize what you want is just out of reach). 

She is fiercely loyal to the few friends she has and has no problem getting right up in your face and mentally squashing you if you mess with them. Not that she can't take care of herself physically, it's just more fun mentally. 

 Traveling a to b she gets around on her bmx or, if she needs to be expedient, hot-wiring cars which she breaks into using one of the variety of knives in her collection (one of which is invariably on her person). She'd love a motorcycle, but that would require getting a job and what the hell. She has more fun as a street rat. Why not live off of the stupidity of others, so easy to steal from. So easy to sucker people into giving her what she needed to live the way she enjoyed.

Three Seconds After Midnight

INT. HIGHRISE - PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

CLOSE ON Max's bloody face. Max stirs, his one unswollen eye opening.

MAX'S POV: we see that he's in a dark room with a light shining down on his face. He can make out some shapes just beyond the light, hidden in the shadows.

PULL BACK: we see that Max is naked, both wrists secured behind him. He is battered and bruised. He lifts his head to see what is around him. He sees a dozen beasts sitting in the shadows, snarling and smacking their lips.

MAX
Great.

ANTI (voice)
Rise and shine.

MAX
Nothing to shine about.

ANTI (voice)
Just be thankful that I am in a playful mood. Or else you would of been Alpo already and excremented out to be stepped on.

MAX
What do you want? Did Control send you?

Anti laughs.

ANTI
Control is none of my concern.

Max has a puzzled look on his face.

POV: we see a woman's legs standing off to one side. Her hand pats a gruesome hellhound's head.

ANTI (voice)
You, my dear friend, and your squad have caused me some very serious problems of late...

MAX
Glad to be of service.

ANTI (voice)
Don't play coy with me, smart ass. I have you right were I want you. I could end your life any moment with the snap of my fingers!

RUFUS (voice)
Are we going to kill him?

ANTI (voice)
In time.
 
Anti steps into the spotlight, but we don't see her face. Just her legs.

MAX
(a look of recognition on his face)
Well, I'll be.

Christmas Spirit

"You coming?" Angst asked; she was on the phone and she was decked out like one of Santa's elves. Goner was in the background trying not to stare at her, and Akimoto kept adjusting himself so that he could be in the line of site. Which irritated Goner.

Suki, Aqua and Mags sat around the table playing a boardgame. Wraith was sitting outside on the balcony watching the city below, while Dex was sipping a rye and cola at the end of the balcony.

"Shortly," Frank replied at the other end of the phone. "Just taking some me time."

Angst laughed on the phone, "Well the gang is nearly here, except for Max. You guys are fashionably late as usual."

"I'll be there shortly," Frank replied. "Ciao."

"Merry Christmas," Angst said. "And be here shortly because I don't know how long I can avoid the mistletoe with Goner around."

Frank laughed and tapped the screen.

Frank stared out the window looking at the snow falling, a newspaper folded up on the table where the crossword puzzle was the main focus. He had a pencil in his hands and was using it to tap along the side of the mug.

It was Christmas Eve and nearly all the shops were closed at this point. Except for Good Times, Good Tomes in which the gang had a vested interest. He was alone at the moment and sipping on a coffee.

There was a banging on the front door coming from downstairs. Frank immediately went for his gun, and proceeded down the stairs. At the door there was a homeless man knocking.

"We're closed," Frank called through the glass door.

"I just need a cup of coffee to warm me up," the homeless man said. "That's it, that's all."

Frank had tucked his gun in the back of his pants and reached for the door. Turning the locks on the door. The homeless man turned to blow at his hands.

As he did two glowing eyes could be seen.