Future world story Idea with Guns, Sex, And Violence

This is my story Idea for a more future city idea with a Street Rat being the main character.

Another story that I have no current plans of continuing but might hold a vote in the future after I finish one of my stories.

The night in the city fell with a darkness that was easily destroyed by the various bright neon lights lining the streets of the city. It was never truly dark in this city as the light pollution clouded the sky along with the pollution that covered the sky.

I rested, touching the gear in my arm that helped me connect to the net of the city. It was a miserable city as I listened to another advertisement for a packaged Burrito that was popular. It didn't matter as I didn't have the scratch to afford it. I could look at the sign and sigh in want as my stomach grumbled, but that wouldn't change things. There was only one thing right now that could change my current circumstances, and I knew it.

Iron.

The handgun in my hand was a Yellowcolt firearm with simple iron sights. I took it from a gangster's dead body as he bled out in the streets during a firefight. I almost got shot more than once as I took it from his still bleeding corpse. The ammo I took from him was a lifesaver as I took enough for two magazines and those magazines themselves.

I had enough for what was going to happen soon, and I would need it. I wouldn't leave a living body as I couldn't leave a witness for the crime. I needed some food, though, and not to get something put on my record. They almost record everything for the fucking corps, and they don't give a shit about anything else.

I waited in the corner covered in one of the few dark parts of the city with the neon lights all around in this blind spot. No Cameras here left after I got to work on them. They would have no footage or heads to salvage when I am done.

I took a deep breath as I saw the truck I was waiting for. It was an eighteen-wheeler with a large sign on the side saying. "Crispy Carlos, Tasty treats!" It was simple for a snack company, but I wasn't expecting just food inside. I pressed used the command that I set up in my connection, and a sign fell across the road with a loud smash. The Truck started to screech as It struggled to come to a stop. I heard a new smash with a new dent showing up on the bumper of the truck, but it had stopped by now as I neared the door.

Just as I neared with my short legs, one of the truck drivers opened the door to see the damage. They opened the door and started to step down when I reached him, and I slammed the door back into him. A masculine scream sounded out as he felt pain, and I pulled open the door, and my Iron shot striking him with loud bangs.

The screams of pain ended, and the man fell to the ground as I pulled his shirt, letting him land on the dirty city streets, never to rise again. Fresh exclamations and curses sounded as the person on the passenger seat started to realize what was going on. They went to open the door when I jumped into the cabin. They were halfway out when my Iron made his head pop open in a spray of blood onto the streets. A little landed on the door, but thankfully it blew away from the door instead of in. I jumped across the seats and jumped out the passenger side, using three more shots to make sure there was no more brain left to survive.

I heard some chips could save their final moments some Corps do, but I wanted to ensure there was nothing left to upload. The person never even got a look at me in his haste to leave. I quickly dove back through the truck and shot the rest of the head gone before stopping to pick up a chip that I saw. I would shoot and toss this somewhere else since I had no idea what this biochip contained.

I put it on the seat of the truck, and the first alarm was disabled. I wasn't done yet, and my small feet landed on the pavement of the city. I ran towards the back of the truck, and I slid under. I searched and quickly found what I was looking for hidden behind a long cable, and I took the Iron and placed the muzzle against the little box, turned my head, and placed one ear against the pavement. In the meantime, my other hand covered my ear before I pulled the trigger. The sound blasted against my head regardless, and I felt slightly dazed.

It didn't matter if I was dazed. I slid out from under the truck and ran towards the trailer's back door, and I linked into the encryption on the back. I already had a backdoor software downloaded into my suite, and I quickly gained access to the back of the truck. The door opens on command, now attached to my subnet.

The Trailer door opened to show me a metric ton of food, water, and supplies. This was amazing, and my body wanted me to tear open that plastic and dig into the food hidden in those crates. That wasn't what made this shipment so important, and I didn't have time regardless, and I jumped up with my small body hanging off a crate as I pulled myself up quickly.

With a grunt of effort, I got on top of the pile, and I moved on all fours quickly to the halfway point in the truck on unstable crates now. I found another hidden black box there, and I put my Iron to it and tried to save my hearing a bit so that I would have to go to a street doc. The sound was even worse, and my head felt like it was pounding.

I started to crawl back, feeling like I was swimming with my body and head. I escaped the crates, though, and my small feet hit the trailer floor before I jumped, almost falling to my knees on the pavement. My head hurt like hell, and the world was swimming, but I was in the home stretch. The Corp will lose the signal of this shipment on their subnet any second now, and they would dispatch their private military, which gave me a short time to finish getting this truck away.

I ran with unsteady feet falling once to the pavement, using my hands to continue moving forward before I reached the driver's door. The truck was running with my last orders, and I linked to the truck. Soon the backup tracking devices would show up in the red, and things will hit the fan. Those black boxes were a recently recalled product from the Gura Corp when they learned that if they were shot, they would continue to transmit that they were functioning instead of broken for a couple of minutes.

I needed this truck, and I put the truck in reverse, pulling it back from the sign. The sign didn't cover the entire street, and I didn't have time to turn this truck around as I backed it up. I put in drive before turning it into the hole that barely fit the truck as things moved forward. I then input the command into my subnet to rip the truck out of the subnet, turning it into a black object from the city net.

This was the critical moment, and the truck started to gain speed, and I knew the Corps junkie would come to clap my ass from existence. This Truck was too valuable that I knew they wanted it to fly under other corp's radar this way. What they didn't know was that a dead gangster was fucking one of those Corps executives secretaries. When that gangster found out, the information was given to me as a job. I didn't care that he understated the job; I hit it.

I cheered with a high-pitched scream as I got up to speed, and I did a turn making the trailer swing more than it should, but things straightened out. I stopped cheering, and I focused on the road and started to move through the streets. I had five more minutes before the corp's private military would cut off access to this side of the city. I needed to hide the truck now.

I moved down two more streets before I reached it. An old corp warehouse that was broken after the last Mexican war before I was born. The warehouse is entirely sealed except for one truck garage door. The only reason I stole this truck was that this place doesn't exist on the net. The Corp that owned it fucked up a battle in the Mexican War, and the other corp's took the corp out ruthlessly.

Now, No one owns the building or the keys to my knowledge. It has sat empty till I found a fault in the sealing in the Garage door for bringing in eighteen-wheelers. I was thinking of finding a plasma cutter to open a normal door but decided against it.

I sobered up with happiness as I reached my warehouse, and I pulled up to the door. I started to hear sirens from a distance, and I knew the Police and the Corp private military were already in action, and I parked and jumped out. I linked to the broken door and linked to it, making it open before running back into the truck. I drove it into the warehouse, which laid mostly abandoned. No one that I knew of knew that a street rat kid like me lived here. The gangs knew that I resided around this area and was willing to do anything for food or creds, but none knew where to find me when sleeping.

I parked the truck and jumped out and ran to the door and closed it, making sure for the door not to slam shut as I heard noises sound all over. I then linked with the garage door and brought it back to that flawed sealed state. The glitched subroutine clicked into place, and I heard it seal the building closed like it was never opened in the first place.

I sighed and held my breath as suddenly I heard the sirens near. I didn't move as I didn't want to trigger any motion alarms. I then heard heavy boots land just outside, and I heard them clomp around. They banged on the door. "Hey, You think whoever took the shipment came to this place? A pretty good place to hide." A deep masculine voice said.

"Nah, Jimmy, This is sealed by the bosses, so the software should be in check, and not even a street rat or gangs would be inside. Look around, no gang signs even since they haven't made their way inside. Although," The man banged lower on the lock, "Nah seal is intact it seems for the garage door."

"Should we look around to see if a door was cut open?" I heard the first voice say.

"We are looking for a truck Jimmy, not a fucking person at this moment, don't waste our fucking time." The second voice said, and those boots clomped over to the vehicle; they must have come on, and I heard the lorries swoosh away.

I stood still, not knowing what to do for several minutes before my lungs screamed at me, and I took in a deep breath. I moved for the first time after it, and tears came down my eyes as I rushed over to the truck. I linked with it, and the trailer opened up to see the food all over. This was the first prize, and my stomach grumbled as I ran up to it. I ripped open a package and took a bite out of a flavored burrito that laid inside.

Bliss overcame me, and I hardly tasted it as I dug into the food. I took out a second and tore into it with reckless abandon eating two before my stomach protested. I wanted to eat a third, but I would regurgitate that if I did so.

I started to work with a full stomach, pulling out the large crates inside the truck and putting them outside for me to store later. I wanted what was deeper inside the truck, and the food was just a bonus. I lifted them one by one struggling as I went till I reached the core of the truck, and I found a group of containers.

They were black tech that was meant to be hidden. I knew this shipment was eventually headed to some corps hidden military doing dark wet work. I grinned from ear to ear, knowing the stuff in here was premium black tech from the latest and greatest.

I started to double my pace, moving the cargo around the boxes around the dream tech that would not see the light of day on the streets for decades. I could feel myself shaking, and I finally reached the black tech boxes hiding the goods. I wanted and needed to know what I took from the corp, and I linked myself to the first box, and the security protocol was there. I wanted to curse, but the tech kept me out. The boxes weren't chipped to advertise where they were, though, with unauthorized access, it seemed, and I set up a black-out software in it.

It wasn't much, but at least they couldn't access the net anymore and felt exhaustion overcome me. The adrenaline was wearing out, and I felt lethargic from expending too much and finally having a full stomach. Tomorrow that stupid gangster will be looking for me for this shipment, and I would need to put Iron in his head to shut him up forever; the stupid prick wouldn't squeal for now. Probably riding high on stims thinking he would make it to the big leagues after I hand over the shipment.

I sighed, and I jumped out of the trailer and headed over to the small part of the warehouse that I turned into a home. I moved towards the bathroom, and I went to the toilet to release my bowels and bladder. I sighed as I released before using the last remnants of a roll of toilet paper. I sighed as I finished cleaning up then walked to the mirror. I looked into it and faced my face splattered with blood from my heist. I sighed and knew I pulled some water to make some cold water stream out. I washed my face, and cleaned the blood off my face, and looked at my slightly tanned skin.

I had no idea who my parents were, but one of them wasn't white, I bet. I couldn't care as I looked at the dirty, clumped hair on top of my head. As a girl on the streets as a street rat, I couldn't look attractive to many Pervs in the city that like both young boys and girls. The corps don't care, and the police are doing the corps business.

I was grinning, though, and my slightly colored teeth showed as I hit the big score. I looked somewhere around twelve now, and I felt growing pains lately with the start of breasts coming in. I wore a dirty vest with oil and scratches on it with now a matching bloodstain and maybe brain matter on it. It was time to ditch these clothes into the river when I could.

I stripped these clothes off, showing my slightly bronzed skin to the mirror that was marred with grime and small breasts just starting to poke out into the world. I moved to put the clothes in a pile of clothes to lose while hunting this score, and I would make sure they disappeared as I walked left the bathroom to the head office of this sealed warehouse.

The place only had a small cot that I pulled in here that I found that wasn't infested with bedbugs and a small blanket that I stole from some dumb gangster left with a bullet in his head somewhere in the dump. This city didn't care about the bottom of the world as the Corps sucked the blood dry from us.

I looked at my little setup with my eyes slowly closing, and I couldn't help but grin. For the first time, I would have food and water for more than one day. Tomorrow I would kill that fucking Gangster Vinny and clap his ass, making him forget all about that truck. I knew that he would be looking for me on the down-low, and I would let him meet me. I needed to open those boxes too. It was time to get myself to a street doc and change some of my subnet gear.

I laid down, my skin no longer affected by the shitty mattress as my eyes closed, letting the world disappear with hope for tomorrow.