Gotcha B*tch

DATE: April 20, 2019.

LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA

TIME: 6:37 pm

I am currently sitting and eating at my favorite food and bar restaurant, Dave and Buster's while watching a Christmas Eve basketball game.

The Lakers are playing Golden State. The score is 115 - 120. The Lakers are in the lead with forty-five seconds left on the clock.

LeBron has the ball, pulls up to the three-point line, shoots then bricks the ball. Golden State rebound and passes the ball to Stephen Curry.

The Lakers immediately double-team Curry because they know if he shoots the ball, he will make it. But, Curry pulls up from half-court. The defender fouls him. No one expects him to make it but he does. And now he can shoot a free throw. He goes to the line and shoots the ball. He makes it.

NOOOO!!! How lucky is this guy to make a four-point play?

We're up by one point now. We've got this. It's okay. We can stall the clock. If we can waste twenty-four seconds, this championship will be ours. Golden State will have six seconds to shoot the ball and game over.

As soon as LeBron gets the ball, a worker changes the station and switches to the news.

"What the hell?"

"Who the f*ck changed the channel?"

"Someone wants a beating. My hands have been itching to hit something."

A chorus of shouts rings throughout the restaurant. Everyone voiced their dissatisfaction at having the championship interrupted.

"SHUT UP!!" Yells the worker.

Everyone quiets down to hear what he's got to say before they decide what to do with him.

"Something important was just discovered by the government earlier yesterday. Watch it. Scientists just discovered a new source of energy."

Hearing the words "new energy", the people who were complaining turned to watch the news broadcast.

I, on the other hand, got my phone and keys and walked out of the building not wanting to hear anything the news has got to say. I've already been told about the new energy.

One of my military friends is an intern that went with the head scientist to the location in the Amazon.

The US government was most likely trying to rally more people to invade another place for some oil or something. What a bunch of bullies.

With no direction in particular, I proceed to walk away.

🎶I was making my way downtown…🎶

SKKKRRRRT!!! BOOOOOM!!!

That is what I hear over the music my AirPods were playing.

A blue eighteen-wheeler truck with red flames painted on its front crashes right into the passenger side of a car. Crazy thing is… no one was in the truck!!!

How was there not a person driving that Big Red… or do you call it a Big Blue? Is this mofo Optimus Prime? Did he drink too much Energon and decided to defeat some imaginary alcohol-induced Decepticons?

Maybe it's the legendary Truck-kun. If so, then this guy's got a major upgrade. Say goodbye to the pickup truck and say hello to the Big Daddy.

The last book I read was about a guy who survived several attempts of murder from Truck-kun and Van-kun. That was a huge loss for Truck-kun. How could he, the legendary truck, take a loss?

Eventually, Truck-kun got him by driving full force into the house the poor guy was sleeping in.

Anyways, as I draw closer to the crash site, I can tell that there is a person still alive inside trying to unbuckle their seatbelt but is unsuccessful.

Without thinking any further, I immediately rushed to the car and started knocking on the window to get the driver's attention.

The driver looks up at me and I'm taken aback. How is she here? The person I am looking at was my junior officer back when I was a proud sailor in the Navy, Viviene Dubilé.

A French woman who moved to America in her teens due to some family issues. The last I heard from her was right before I was forced to retire from my ten-year duty about three years ago.

She'd just caught her husband, who was our senior officer aboard the cruiser class ship USS Antietam, cheating on her with a recruit fresh out of Recruit Training Command (RTC). When I say I was the happiest, I wasn't.

She cried on me for hours. Sadly, it wasn't the pleasurable cries, but hey, at least I got to spend time getting to know her better. Though, with her crying and her still strong French accent, I could barely understand her.

All I could do was rub her back and add words of encouragement. Sometimes, all a person needs is a shoulder to cry on and to know that there is someone there for them. I'm not really a great person to come to for comfort.

Viviene divorced him shortly after, and that's when we started to get closer. We would hang out together, go on lunch dates at her favorite Korean BBQ and other food spots, or even just chill at either of our places.

Viviene would swear she's funny by calling me a blasian. I'm of African-American and Japanese descent. Hence, me being called blasian (black and asian).

When her ex-husband found out about us talking, the loser found some dirt on me and blackmailed me into leaving the Navy. With no choice but to leave, lest I be let off on dishonorable discharge, I headed back home to Los Angeles.

Since then, I had never spoken to Viviene. She called and texted me for months, but I never responded. Eventually, the calls and text messages stopped.

That was when I started hurting. To see a person you may have loved, give up.

Seeing her now, makes those deeply buried emotions emerge. I almost teared up like a certain god of thunder upon seeing his mother alive.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Hearing the tapping broke me out of my recollection and I was able to see Viviene yelling in muffled words, "Break the window".

"I'm totally from the future" I respond off instinct.

She looks at me like I'm an idiot and repeats her words.

Quick to get out of my stupor, I position myself in front of the driver's door and kick. After three heavy kicks to the window, it finally started to cave in.

Seeing that, I attacked the window like a lion who sees a helpless baby antelope.

That is a free Kid's Meal. Literally!!!

With the window finally broken, I can finally talk to her without being muffled.

"Viviene, what the heck?!? Did you not see Optimus coming at you? Why did you not stop?" I asked angrily to her.

"What do you mean why did I not stop? I had the green light. I didn't see that big ass truck until I got in the middle of the street" Viviene barks back, looking offended I would even think she was a reckless driver.

"Enough talk. Let's get you out of here. Where's your bag? I know you have scissors in them."

Looks even more offended.

"How do you even know I have scissors in my bag?"

"Come on now. The woman who likes knitting doesn't have scissors on her? Am I a joke to you?"

Viviene, caught dead stupid as I remembered her most embarrassing pass time, grabs her bag with reddened cheeks and hands me the scissors making sure not to look at me.

I take the scissors with no response and cut the seatbelt. I grab her hand and pull her out of the car window because the locks are busted for some reason.

Now standing, I can see she's grown even more beautiful. At the age of twenty-seven, she stands at about 5'7" with a very womanly figure. Her hips are wider than mine with the slimmest of waists.

When Viviene walks, you'd think she's auditioning for a model agency. Viviene's walk reminds me of a certain Apex Legends character, Loba.

Loba has a certain finisher move, that when she catwalks away, her hips sway so fluidly that you can't help but stare hypnotically.

Come on, boys. I know I'm not the only one who loves a Loba walk.

My eyes gradually move up her body until our eyes meet. Her green and hazel eyes glaring only make me a bit more confident.

Her seeing the defiance in my eyes makes her ask in a low but threatening tone, "Like what you see? I can show you more if you'd like."

Taking that as my cue, I look away with mock embarrassment while scratching my head saying, "Hey come on now, Vivs. How long has it been? Three years and this what we're on? I can't help it. I love you."

"If you loved me so much, why did you leave Jeremy? Hmm? No answer?"

I looked her in her eyes, "I had no choice. It was either leave you or dishonorable discharge. I chose the latter. No woman is worth more than my honor."

Viviene, looking confused, asked " What do you mean by leaving me or dishonorable discharge? From my knowledge, you never did anything to receive any kind of punishment."

"Your ex found out about us seeing each other and decided to use some of his connections to have me discharged if I did not stop seeing and talking to you. So yeah, sorry about that Vivs. Had to." I say sighing after I revealed the real reason behind my leaving her.

"Omg, that prick!! He threatened to discharge you all because you were seeing me. It makes more sense for your sudden ghosting." Viviene shouts in anger at the thought of her ex-husband.

I don't respond because I started to hear sirens in the distance.

"You should sit on the sidewalk to rest. The police and ambulance are almost here. Do you have anything in your car you want me to get?" I ask looking around at all the people recording and watching from across the streets.

"My bag. Oh and my registration."

I say okay, reach into her car, grab her bag and open the glove compartment to take out her registration. I hand them to Viviene.

"Okay go sit down. I'm going to take a look inside this truck" She doesn't respond but nods and goes across the street to sit.

At the truck, I look inside and find nothing but beer cans and wrappers from opened chips. The keys were still in the ignition.

To know who the idiot was that left his truck on without putting it in park, I reach inside and open the glove compartment. The only thing I find is a handbook titled "How To Properly Isekai Someone".

Curious, I open the book and skim through it. I get to page 69 and stop.

"Technique 87: Bait.

To properly isekai someone, a truck doesn't need to always be so boring and only smash. Sometimes, it requires more planning when dealing with your not-so-average Joe."

"Sometimes, to isekai the most difficult of victims, you must follow the person of interest around and read their movements."

"Then, once you've got their movements down, strike at the moment they'll least expect it. Like now you dumbass. Prepare to meet King Yemma. You thought it would be Truck-kun but it was me Sate—"

Closing the book, because I am getting an ominous feeling, I turn around to see all of the bystanders pointing their phones up. Looking up, I see a small streak of light heading straight down at a really fast pace.

Down towards me, that is. I can feel its gaze on me. Like a lasered missile primed and ready.

When it is about a hundred feet away, I look back at the front cover only to see the title changed to "Gotcha B*tch".

I look at Viviene. Our eyes meet. I try to convey my feelings to her through some kind of soul telepathy or something. It seemed to work because she starts to tear up.

Everything is so clear and slow when you're about to experience death. I then look back up at the streak only to see the reflective solar panels of a satellite blinding me. Now I know who killed me… Satellite-kun. Well played my man. Well played.

Knowing I had no way out, I throw my phone at Satellite-kun and he explodes in some blue type of energy for some reason.

The explosion sends a shockwave that puts me and all near bystanders flat on our backs.

When the blue energy was close enough for me to reach out, I say the first word that came to mind…

"Motherf—"