{"id":2180,"date":"2024-12-30T10:12:40","date_gmt":"2024-12-30T15:12:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/costume\/cosplay-costume\/flashback-72-hours-earlier-thriller-like-gone-girl\/"},"modified":"2024-12-30T13:44:56","modified_gmt":"2024-12-30T18:44:56","slug":"flashback-72-hours-earlier-thriller-like-gone-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/fiction\/flashback-72-hours-earlier-thriller-like-gone-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"Flashback: 72 Hours Earlier"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The sky above the bustling neon-lit city was choked with distant streaks of pink and red where auroras met the polluted atmosphere. From the mega-skyscrapers, buzzing hover-trains weaved through like metallic insects, their low hum adding a rhythmic pulse to the chaotic sounds of life below. The year was 2187, and the city\u2014Zhara Prime\u2014stood as the gleaming heart of humanity\u2019s colonization on the planet Vexis-9. Here, the future looked both beautiful and grim, where peace came with the price of high-tech oppression.<\/p>\n<p>Not that Zero cared much about peace.<\/p>\n<p>Leaning heavily against the cold, multi-layered glass countertop in her apartment\u2019s combined rudimentary kitchen and living space, Zero toyed with the singularity chip resting in the palm of her hand. The chip was no larger than a domino, but damn if it didn&#8217;t weigh heavy with the secrets it carried. Her pink hair fell messily over her bare shoulders, haphazardly tied back into a knot that made her reckless image even fiercer. Her red crop top, emblazoned with the number \u201c76\u201d in stylized lettering, clung tightly to her athletic physique, its bold color popping against the muted grays of the room. Denim shorts revealed long legs streaked with faint scars gained from encounters she preferred not to talk about.<\/p>\n<p>The room was dim but alive with the glow of city lights flowing in from massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, drones floated past like fireflies, their blue light temporarily warming her pale complexion. The air carried the metallic tang of ozone, but her nose was more focused on the faint cinnamon aroma of the street vendors two levels below. Her eyes\u2014sharp, predatory\u2014darted between the chip and the kitchen table where a digital holo-screen projected a looping image of a man in uniform. His message had been brief, cryptic, but enough to set Zero on edge: <em>\u201cThey\u2019re coming for you, Z.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>She was a fixer, the best there was, a master at hacking systems and breaking into places most people couldn\u2019t even whisper about. But this\u2014<\/p>\n<p>Her gaze flicked toward the door just as it exploded inward.<\/p>\n<h2>72 Hours Earlier<\/h2>\n<p>Zhara Prime\u2019s underbelly was not a place you walked lightly. The Technocrat guards patrolled it with lethargic steps, caring little for the likes of mercenaries, informants, or cyborg outlaws. Hidden amongst them, in a dive bar so compact that patrons practically drank their neighbors&#8217; sweat, Zero sat hunched over in a booth. Her long pink hair was tucked beneath the hood of her jacket, and her distinct red horns were hidden by a patchy beanie. She swirled translucent green liquid in a glass, her eyes locked on a figure in the shadows.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019ve outdone yourself this time,\u201d the shadowed woman muttered, sliding the singularity chip across the sticky table. Her artificial arm clicked faintly as she pulled back. \u201cThis thing could buy entire worlds\u2014or destroy them.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Zero chuckled humorlessly, revealing sharp canines that always gave her laugh an edge. \u201cCould it buy me peace and quiet?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The woman didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n<p>Three high-rank Technocrat enforcers had been dead by dawn. That\u2019s when she\u2019d first known things were spiraling out of control.<\/p>\n<h2>Escape<\/h2>\n<p>Smoke and haze filled the small apartment. Splintered door pieces littered the floor, and the muffled footfalls of armored boots reverberated through the hallway. Zero didn\u2019t wait. The chip was stashed into her shorts pocket, and in the same smooth movement, she flipped onto the counter. Without hesitation, she leaped toward the massive window, her boots aimed at the reinforced glass. It shattered upon impact, the gust of wind outside sucking her into the 117th-floor void.<\/p>\n<p>For most people, this was a death sentence. For Zero, this was foreplay.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCatch me if you can,\u201d she muttered to herself and deployed the small hover-board strapped to her back. It unfolded with a <em>whoosh<\/em>, stabilizing her descent. Below her, the city&#8217;s vibrant chaos unfolded\u2014streets aglow with LED, drones zigzagging in coordinated patterns, and distant hover-trains moving at dizzying speeds.<\/p>\n<p>The Technocrats weren\u2019t far behind. Two drones burst out of her broken window, deploying heat-seeking rounds that trailed after her like shimmering vipers. She banked hard left, careening through a narrow maze of neon billboards. Her reflection flashed on a towering advertisement of cyborg beauty models as she zipped past.<\/p>\n<p>Then the figures in the sky came: black-armored Technocrat hunters riding jetpacks, their crimson visors glowing against the dark. This was personal now.<\/p>\n<h2>Climactic Confrontation<\/h2>\n<p>Zero made it halfway across the city before they caught up fully. Landing deftly on a suspended highway bridge, she turned to face her pursuers, breathless yet grinning fiercely. Her red horns, emerging from beneath the beanie she&#8217;d discarded, caught the glint of the blood moon above.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t suppose we could talk this out?\u201d she called, her voice slick with mockery but her eyes scanning for a route.<\/p>\n<p>The leader, distinguished by his heavier armor, stepped forward. \u201cHand over the chip, and we\u2019ll make your end painless.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Zero cocked her head, her pink hair falling to one side. \u201cTempting. But, uh, pass.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With a sudden burst of movement, she leaped into action, sliding beneath the leader\u2019s sweeping strike. A short blade that had been concealed in her boot flashed out, slicing at the vulnerable joints in his armor. Sparks flew. He roared in anger as she darted away, agility clearly outmatching brute strength. The others, undeterred, attacked in coordinated waves, but Zero was untouchable, her mind and body working in perfect tandem.<\/p>\n<p>She spotted one of their drones in the periphery, its communication node blinking. With an effortless move, she hurled her small blade into its circuitry. The drone detonated, sending its systems into chaos and disabling the hunters\u2019 coordination.<\/p>\n<p>Knowing the tide had turned, Zero smirked before jumping off the bridge, once again trusting the hover-board to be her salvation. As the wind ripped through her hair, her laughter echoed into the night.<\/p>\n<p>She wasn\u2019t free yet, but for now, she\u2019d won.<\/p>\n<p>The chip stayed firmly in her pocket, its secrets whispering promises of both salvation and ruin.<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Source<\/strong>&#8230;check out the article that inspired this amazing short story: <a title=\"Read the source article: Casual Red Crop Top Cosplay Zero Two | DARLING in the FRANXX\" href=\"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/costume\/women\/casual-red-crop-top-zero-two-cosplay\/\">Casual Red Crop Top Cosplay Zero Two | DARLING in the FRANXX<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Casual Red Crop Top Cosplay Zero Two | DARLING in the FRANXX Backdrop\" href=\"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/storybackdrop_1735571559_file.jpeg\"><img  title=\"\"  alt=\"storybackdrop_1735571559_file Flashback: 72 Hours Earlier\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/storybackdrop_1735571559_file.jpeg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a neon-drenched cyberpunk city, elite fixer Zero must outwit Technocrat hunters to protect a stolen chip holding the power to save\u2014or destroy\u2014entire worlds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2178,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,169,4],"tags":[17,19,18,228,20,7,229],"class_list":["post-2180","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-costume","category-cyberpunk-tech-noir","category-fiction","tag-cosplay","tag-cosplayer","tag-cosplayers","tag-cyberpunk","tag-egirls","tag-fiction","tag-tech-noir"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2180","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2180"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2180\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2192,"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2180\/revisions\/2192"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2178"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2180"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2180"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inthastyle.com\/cosplay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2180"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}