This is in answer to Kerth Fanfic Challenge #4. I was watching a video called Alive and Kickin’ by Simple Minds and when I heard the opening lines: You turn me on something just clicked. I began to think about Lex and his assistant Aykira Milan from my story a Stranger in our Midst. This brief story tells of a very different beginning for the two of them. In this version Lex is just beginning to climb out of his 'street fighter' days. Aykira is as mysterious as ever leaving him with more questions than answers after their brief encounter.
I thought maybe using Mrs. Cox would fit in better, but that character always came across as slightly swarm if that makes any sense.
Legal Disclaimer: I own nothing except Aykira Milan’s character.
“Those men would have killed me! I cannot believe how swiftly you beat them. Who …who are you?”
A woman with skin the color of amber and eyes of hazel turned away from the tired window curtains of a neglected boarding house and looked down at me. She wore a long brown and red shawl like garment over a black jumpsuit which failed to conceal an agile body.
I was sitting on the bed, its coarse coverlet felt scratchy against my skin, nursing a swollen jaw and wounded ego. My newly purchased Armani suit was torn in places, no matter, with the money I’ve gained it can easily be replaced. Only moments ago, she saved me from some of my former street associates determined to get their share of the money we had stolen. This ravishing creature doesn’t know that. She thinks she interrupted a mugging.
“I am here to help. Anything else for the time being is unimportant. Not now, but someday you will be a man of considerable influence. When the moment is right, I shall come to you and ask a favor.”
My lips are bruised from the beating, the metallic taste of blood lingers on my tongue, but gingerly I managed a half-smile, move towards her and say smoothly, “What if I don’t remember this brief encounter. Perhaps if we spend some time together …”
Her gaze turned back to the dark, foggy street, speaking more to the glass than to me. “That would be most unwise. We both have more important matters to attend to than participate in a moment of fleeting pleasure. Especially if those thugs are still looking for you. It is time for me to depart. Stay here until morning. The room is not upmarket, but it is paid up until then.”
I draw closer and touch her face; the radiant skin is warm and tender. There is the hint of wild floral perfume. My rescuer, in spite of her coolness, is very feminine. She does not smile and considering her recent show of strength, surprising gentle, easily pushes my hand away.
My heart pounds, this one fails to be wooed. “Woman, don’t be coy, you turn me on. We just experienced more than a brush with danger, our senses are alive and kickin’. After such a moment, a taste of shared pleasure is soothing to the mind and body.”
She smiles calmly at hearing those words, looking me over. How do I appear to this unique woman?
“You couldn’t handle me …at least not yet.” With lithe movements she abandoned the window and headed for the door.
He called after her, “Wait! I don’t even know your name!”
“It is Aykira. Aykira Milan. Lock the door behind me. Good-bye Mr. Luthor, until we meet again.”
With those words she exited the room, I heard her footsteps as she walked down the stairs and with a cat’s grace, into the night. I rush to the window, pull aside the curtains and watch as she strides away into the gloom. Was it a trick of the eye or did I just see a flash of blue light? She said someday, we would meet again. I keenly look forward to that day and whatever request she makes.
A thought came to my mind and gave me pause, how did Aykira Milan know my name?
Last edited by Morgana; 04/08/18 12:02 AM.
