Impregnation of Evil

By Jonas Hansen

As two unstable agents duke it out, a gender evolution amongst females is at hand. And as this devious plot grows thicker, nothing can prepare you for the end. Grim realism meets fairytale romance in Hansen`s most original work that's weirdly intriguing from start to finish. For cyberpunk lovers and crime lovers alike, this is one of those obscure novels you don't want to miss out on. Just beware that the hidden agendas of this craft might totally change you as a person... are you ready for the change?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796024944

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Copyright © 2019 by Jonas Hansen.

Library of Congress Control Number:        2019903844

ISBN:                        Hardcover                          978-1-7960-2496-8

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Rev. date: 04/02/2019

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Know You Can

Chapter 2 The Entity That Is Me

Chapter 3 Kittens

Chapter 4 Ghostly Spy

Chapter 5 That Is, The Oh So Merciful Dr. God

Chapter 6 So… Our Murder Has A Motive?

Chapter 7 Limousine-Philosophy

Chapter 8 I Will Lose My Soul If So Is So

Chapter 9 Killing Ego

Chapter 10 Killing Zoe

Chapter 11 Final chapter Joan of arc

Bonus: About The Athour…

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CHAPTER 1

Know You Can

Y ou got to get Dr. Wilde out tonight Joanna, if not, Gigadyne will erase her mind, use any means necessary.

Perfect I cock my gun with spectacular pleasure.

No Joanna, not everyone My boss, the bore says If any of the leading board members of Gigadyne is terminated no code keys will work… Armed guards are a different matter of course.

Well, how do I recognize Dr. Wilde?

We don’t have any files, no image - just a name and that’s he is held down in the deeper levels of the Gigadyne faculty’s labs and that the women in blue’s golden necklace will give you access anywhere and remember, she is also a leading board member and also…

As he delivers the rest of the boring details in the hovercraft I look upon the snow striking night that functions as a natural façade to this high-techno metropolis into a blissful dream instead of this junkie pigsty of murders and rapists that I believe it is. This… world, the city of Liptunga, designed by some Scandinavian hence the weird sounding name. And hence why my grammar and they we speak might be a bit off in your eyes. It has, of course, to do with the cultural evolution and stuff like that, and this is most surely still the future to you so just get used to it. Liptunga is one of the few livable parts of the earth left after all the world wars and it’s typically skew just like me and I suppose I like it. Because of this enormous, colorful asphalt jungle, I get a real good chance of losing myself to myself. Perhaps I have been doing it too much lately, but I care as much about that as the bullets hitting my victim’s spraying blood all over like I am some sort of morbid artist. Shit, my mind is drifting, focus Joanna. The mission, the mission is everything, it’s not only a lifestyle it’s your life. I sniff some speed-up drug given to me by the agency and I am in tune with my focus.

Now good luck Joanna, My boss says as he fades away into the audio of my ear that he has been doing like a jealous boyfriend for nearly an eternity. My mission simple: Retrieve Dr. Wilde from Gigadayne, a high-tech military cooperation that probably is run undercover by aliens with an eye for world domination, but that’s none of our business. We are just an agent-agency that anyone with the right amount of cash can hire to perform their extend will. If it is within our moral limits and they stretch quite far.

I am acceding on the helipad above the Gigadyne sky-scraper. I rope down like a true heroine of the old movies and feel almost too extraordinary for my own self-worth. I sniff some more of the speed-up drug. God damn, it’s too fucking good and I like it to fucking much. Fuck, I’m becoming more like my brother every day. Joanna! Sharpen! No mind for the family now, the mission Joanna! I run down some cold stairs and spot the door entering the building. A patrol guard is patrolling.

As I aim my silencer gun at the first worthless son-of-a-unlucky-son-of-a-bitch dressed in black I realize shit is real and the sensation is thrilling trough out me like the blood in me stales gratifyingly. Somehow I just wait for him to turn and spot me and as he does he cries out: Imposter! And aims his UZI at me!

BLAM!

I hit the gun! It catapults to both our amazement over the railing into the abyss below.

I surrender! He pulls his arms up. Please spare…

BLAM! BLAM!

I blast apart his kneecaps, hearing bone matter shatter. Blood as usual like a cloud of red. He fall onto his destroyed legs.

You… fucking… bitch! He cries out as I scoop over and presses the tip of my silencer against his forehead.

Do it… He exhales Just tell my…

BLAM!

His brain squirts out like a squeezed mega-pimple and his body twitches like a serve attack of Parkinson, his watery eyes in spasm like ready to pop before he finally falls to his total death in a pool of gore. I blast him several times in the chest just for the heck of it, to see the blood spurt. It’s unbelievable how much I quiver, better than sex, better than drugs, better than anything for sure. God, I’m such a nasty homicidal bitch…

I slam open the door and run down some metal stairs real spy-like avoiding killing too many unnecessary guards, even though it gives me forbidden pleasures. As I enter the sort-of office area I can tell they hired a good designer. Lots of smooth blue with a kosher brown color that give a nice warm, comfortable feel and a lot of classy art that raises existential questions. One could really enjoy working here considering they went the extra mile in having a nice fresh air cleaner hinted with shampoo flavor which makes the entry office smell like a newly showered person. You feel refreshed just stroking around! Kudos for Gigadyne! Of course is just a way of keeping the business nice and flowing and It would not surprise me if I took an analyses sample of the air and found it to be tainted with some sort of mood uplifting aroma that at the same time make you more perceptive to orders.

Although the overly stressed personal with their heads deep in their work doesn’t look that refreshed, however, that just makes it easy for me to pass by unnoticed. I also take note in that they are all dressed in white shirts with black ties giving a segregation feel to their freer spirited surroundings. You could say the area is symbolical for schizophrenia or the aftermath of an invoked dictatorship. Weird and really eerie, but name one workplace that isn’t that Joanna? I don’t know, working with rabbits perhaps?

Sick of this philosophical running around and looking I bash some poor souls head in with the edge of my pistol while he was taking a shit for the whereabouts of the woman in blue’s office. He gives it to me after some time and I force his silly smashed tomato face down deep in the toilet of his own musky diarrhea with my foot most likely suffocating him to death. I feel infinitely dark as I leave him like it was my soul, not the poor bastard’s head I suffocated in shit. Sometimes I just lose it and go mental. It’s been happening more and more and the more it goes on the less I seem to care.

There it is Joanna! The fucker didn’t lie! I spot the door to the woman in blue and oh what a door it is. It’s modern in design but extravagant like a castle gate to a king, or in this case a queen I suppose.

I kick open the door like the hardcore woman I am. Spot the woman in blue, her face as surprised as her Johnny bravo hairstyle, her assistant paralyzes. As I walk over aiming down them both down the woman in blue is weirdly nonchalant.

You won’t shoot me you, foolish child! Lady blue speaks Don’t you know who I am?! And who are you even?! Some hot-shot with a gun! Please just spare me your ignorant approach and dispose of me quickly!

Remember Joanna - no code keys will work if she is terminated. Lady blue gets pistol smashed. Blood splashes her assistants face, she shivers at the impact. The woman in blue falls and slams her head in a large table - faints. My firm hand in black gloves rips her golden, large necklace. Now I have full access!

Please don’t kill me pretty girl! Her cute assistant speaks with dread written all over her.

Well what if wanna fucking kill you. I press the gun against her forehead.

I have lost value.

That have to do with anything?!

Well… Her eyes wet, distressful, honest. I have lost my value, I can’t have babies anymore.

Again, what has that got to do with anything?

I don’t think you should kill me just because of that.

Look, if I’m killing you it’s because I like it, I don’t care about your philosophical standpoints.

Just keep your gun away please, if you’re not gonna kill me… it kinda freaks me out.

She seems very harmless and weird… I can trust her.

Okay. I put it away. I take a weird kind of pose. I stare as she takes an intense gaze at me.

Thanks and well… She blushes You look like a little girl lost in your own darkness, perhaps abandoned by mother to soon, maybe daddy didn’t love you enough, some brother issues? I don’t know but it’s giving you an inner, scared cuteness that shines all over that pale face. If you would give me time I would fall in love with you.

Her words where extraordinary sincere and I feel flattered by her. If she would give me the time I would maybe fall in love with her. I can never hurt this nice little girl and for mere seconds of a second, I actually feel something real. Is this love?

How nice of you. I say Thanks.

I was only telling the truth as my heart saw it, no need to say thanks…

We share a strong moment, interconnected through our eyes. I flush up in a flame and kiss her and she repays the same sweetness with her lips as I am. Our arms folding in gentle passion. We are mutual in our likeness to one and other and as we separate I feel fuzzy but good. Good in a way I haven’t felt in a long, long time. Never ever I think but every emotion is unique one when it comes down to it so no need in over analyzing. Tomorrow will come and with it, new emotions.

I tell her for the sake of my own security that I will inject her with some sleepy drug. The poor cute thing asks me if it will feel strange. I lie in order to make herself believe that it won’t, hoping she will succeed to chart her own placebo. As I inject her she says she will never forget me and hugs me tightly like a baby hugging her mother. I hold her till she goes limb and gently places her down. Maybe I will never forget you. As I am captivated by her frozen state I somehow in some way of a manner aim my gun into a position that if I pulled the trigger the bullet in the chamber would eject and fuck her head right apart in a blister of blood. Will you do it? She’s not