It's all in the past (Vol1)

Who: Jack Phantom
Where: Medibay
When: After he was found in security
His prone figure was stretched out on the bed, the white ward
bustled around him as staff scurried around. Jack's long white hair
lay across his face in a tangled mess and beneath it, his eyelids
fluttered constantly. He was unconcious still and in a deep sleep.
His past was running through his head like a grainy black and white
film. This was happening far more frequently to him recently. At the
moment he was reliving his 20th year alive and the short months
before he signed up to the Space Core.
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He stalked down the pavement, the garish neon obsentities of Soho
flashed and glowed through the darkness in an attempt to lure
passers by into tasteless grottos of depravity. The London rain slid
from the dark clouds above and soaked him through, the sort of rain
that being out in it for a few seconds was enough to chill you to
the core.
The man he was follwing was dressed in a white uniform of a
a starship officer. He knew the man was carrying a lot of money and
decided this hot-shot officer would be his next mark. It would be
easy for him after all, God could do anything. His right hand slid
into his pocket and fingered the knife, the cool, sharp object
brought him out if his Godly daydream and back to the matter in hand.
Jack was high on some badly cut Bliss, he didn't just think he was
God, he knew it. Even so, there was a nagging feeling in the back of
his head where the other nasty things it was mixed with were making
a nuisance of themselves. He'd not paid much for this dosage and the
guy he bought it off was pretty dodgy, but he was desperate. Now the
pickings from the rich astro would keep him high for weeks!
When he had first spotted the man about 20 minutes earlier in the
brothel he was waving handfulls of money at a crowd of scantily clad
girls and laughing like an idiot. Jack couldn't let him spend it all
in there so he distracted the madamé and set off the fire alarm. In
the confusion he managed to get behind the man and follow him out.
He pulled his hand back out of his pocket and increased his pace,
the damp coat spread behind him like the cape of some modern day
vampire and he moved in on his prey, he had a plan to get the man
off the main street where he could roll him more easily.
"Hey there man," Jack called after him, "I saw what happened back
there."
The man said nothing and kept walking.
"Hey!" More insistant. "If you want, I could hook you up?"
"And why would I lower myself to the lever of a pimp?" He replied
without slowing.
"Well you are paying to sleep with women there studmuffin, doesn't
get much lower than that. I can do good deals man?" The officer spun
on his heels and looked Jack up and down.
"Fine, I'm interested. How much?" He reached inside the White
jacket for his money.
"Not here man, you want people to see?" Phantom swayed slightly,
the Bliss hit him in another wave, "The alleyway will do." He jerked
a thumb down a small road to their left.
"Cool," replied the asto, "as long as you aren't going to mug me
eh?" He laughed nervously. Jack just grinned back and followed him.
A little way down the alley the officer halted and faced Jack once
more.
"Right," He pulled out the wallet, stamped JMC, "how much then, I
want to see merchandise up front."
"How's this for merchandise?" Growled Jack, and pulled the knife
from his pocket and giggled like a lunatic. He blinked and the world
became shot through with vivid colours that swirled and dribbled, he
blinked once more and everything returned to normal. Damn, he
thought, he'd better get this done before they get worse.
"You smegging bastard!" Roared the man.
"Haha, you don't stand a chance, bow down to your god!" Screamed
Jack. "In fact, I don't need this." He flung the knife over a nearby
wall and lunged at his target, who was trying to defend himself with
his left hand and put the wallet back with his right at the same
time. He didn't stand a chance. Jack hit him in the face, but
misjudged it badly and clipped his cheek. He got a few more badly
aimed blows in before the other had freed up his right hand and
started to fight back.
Jack was looking to be the victor. Hyped up on Bliss and the
thrill of the chase he wouldnt feel pain if he got hit anyway. But
suddenly, the man he was fighting split down the middle and a
multiheaded tentacle waving monster had risen from the remains. Jack
screamed and fell to his knees, he watched as the monster extended a
tentacle towards him and flung him backwards with a swift flick.
Back in the land of the unhallucinating, the officer had struck
him in the head with his knee and sent Jack skittering back across
the ground. He rained a series of kicks to the prone body of his
would be attacker. Jack was rolled back up the alleyway towards the
entrance and lay on the ground curled up tight and whimpering:
"You can't hurt me I'm God, no keep your tentacles off me you
alien freak I'm YOUR master!"
The uniformed man cast around for a weapon and happend upon a
smashed green beer bottle lying to one side. He picked it up and
held it to his assailent's neck, hand shaking from the adrenaline.
"This is what smeggers like you get for pulling stupid tricks.
Compliments of the JMC buddy." The astro brought his arm back for
the finishing blow and stopped when he noticed someone watching
them.
Without realising, the two combatants had ended up at the end of
the alleyway and almost out into the road. A passer-by had stopped
to see the man holding a bottle to another man's neck and
threatening him. Others had also joined the scene and some started
shouting for the officer to leave.
The man in uniform didn't need telling twice, he had already
advertised the company he worked for and advertised them in a less
than good light. Also, what else could he do to that mugging
smeghead with onlookers around?
"Lucky." He spat out and walked away.
Jack was losing conciousness on the floor and the last words he
heard before the black engulfed him were; "Someone needs to get him
an ambulance."
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Back in the medibay Jack's eyes snapped open. He sat up and looked
around. There was a moment of confusion as his mind was in two
places at once.
"Where? Wha.." His arm reached out and grasped at thin air." His
stomach hurt badly from the stomach pump.
He could't remember coming down to the medibay, so why was he
here? Last thing he remembered was working in the office and having
a drink of whisky.
A nurse came along and checked him over before pushing him back to
the bed and muttered soothing comments.
"What am I doing here?" He asked.
"You came in unconcious last night. You had consumed a large
volume of alcohol and out of date confectionary with previously
unknown hallucinatory properties. We had to pump your stomach.
You'll be allowed out as soon as Keto has checked you over and your
superior has had a word." She smiled, brushed the hair from his face
and left him alone with his thoughts.