Move and click

[fulselden]

Move and Click

Written for the 31_days prompt 'don't think your life didn't matter'
Series: Aeon Flux (cartoon)
Character: Aeon Flux
Rating: PG for disturbing imagery.

I think this would have worked better if I'd done more than watched most of the cartoon rather haphazardly over a year ago. Faux surrealism ahead!

The agent lets her eyelashes clatter down upon the table. They spasm a little; beads of clear fluid come from their spikes and leave small scores in the white plastic.

 

The agent stands straight, her bald eyes blinking. She is a pretty young blonde woman in a beige suit. Her cheeks are pink.

 

Aeon hooks a long thin leg out over the table, levels it at the agent’s eyes.

“Uh uh,” she says. “Next.”

 

The agent unscrews the fingers from her left hand and lets them unfurl on the tabletop.

 

“Next,” says Aeon. She stretches her legs out, black boots together. Her thighs squeak against each other. The light strips hum overhead.

 

The agent purses her lips. She pushes up the left sleeve of her jacket, thumbs the soft inside of her elbow. She takes off her lower arm; a curve of white detaches from the flesh above it with a plop. Numbers and sigils raise themselves like goosebumps and wriggle up and down it briefly, pooling in the blunt palm. The agent looks around.

 

Aeon smiles and shakes her head.

“Next,” she says.

 

The agent smiles too, softly. Her lips are pink.

“Do you know,” she says, “that he made plenty of us? Not all of us look just the same, it’s true.”

Her voice is hoarse, familiar. The fingers on the table move and click.

 

Aeon runs the fingers of her left hand down her gun, crooks one leg slowly over the other. Arches an eyebrow.

“Next,” she says.

 

The agent opens her mouth and reaches inside.