Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Eglin City Stories - The Last White Man NOW.... He was white. She was black. They looked at the bald white man in the interview room through the one-way glass. The man was just sitting there and seemed to staring at them with wonder. "Has he never a mirror before?." Detective Jessica Moors said. Her partner, Detective Mike Watts simply grunted in response. "Maybe he was blind and has just had a miracle." he said. "And maybe he's nuts." she replied then asked, "How many?" Mike quickly checked the folder in his hand. "Seven." He looked at Jessica. "Seven cops in hospital, by just him?" Jessica shook her head. "This new generation," Mike told her. "Not like ours, huh?" She sighed. "Well look at him." The man was still staring. He was muscular and didn't seem to have a hair on him. Even his eyebrows were gone. His body showed bruises from the struggle it took to bring him into the police station. Not that the officers were too fussy about restraining themselves after the hurt he'd caused on other officers first. He was stripped to the waist and wearing boots and combat trousers. His arms were cuffed behind and his ankles were held in ankle chains that were secured to the floor. "Strong. Works out. Big muscles, tiny dick kinda guy." Jessica added. "Still no idea who he is?" "Not a clue." Mike said. "DNA and fingerprints are coming up zero. Military and international bodies don't know him. The guy's a fucking nobody." "Looks like a soldier," Jessica said. "Probably means he isn't one. Or not one now. Could be one of those survival nuts." "Anything else in there?" she asked. Mike opened the folder again. "Seemed to heading to a gun store when he was stopped by a security guard. The guy told him to... Oh." "Oh?" He showed her the report. "Told the guy to `fuck off, nigger'." Jessica looked at Mike, then at the prisoner again. "Oooh," she replied. "Yeah. He was told to leave again and a couple of passing cops were called over. The shit kicked off from there. Back-up was called and now we have seven guys in Emergency and he's fucking chained to floor." Jessica looked at her partner, then back through the glass. "I'm betting survival nut." "I'm think that too." Mike said. "Shall we?" "We shall." she smiled and led her partner out of the small ante-room and into the adjoining interview room. The man looked at her with a glance then watched Mike as they sat opposite him. "Just so we're clear," Jessica said. "You've refused a lawyer?" The man said nothing. He leaned forward and spat on the desk in front of her. She sniffed. "I already know you have a problem with people of my type, motherfucker. And you are not the first to pull that shit, so shove the white supremacy shit up your ass, soldier boy. Been there, done it, got the fucking t-shirt and threw it back." "You put a bunch of cops into hospital and you're refusing a lawyer?" Mike said. "Yes." the man said. "Your funeral," Jessica said. "I don't talk to your kind." the man said to the room. "Jesus." Mike muttered. This was going to be a long one. THEN..... He slid back into the shadows, feeling the rough bricks against his bare skin as he watched as first the bikes sped by followed by the rest of the hunters. This party were close. He heard the rustle under his bare feet and looked down. He bent down and grabbed the paper he'd stood on. A picture of a tired-looking man with graying hair looked back at him. The man looked old as he smiled and waved. He still had a short way to go before reaching the complex. And then.... Then things could be changed. The mistakes could be fixed. He would fix everything. The original idea was to escape, to disappear and live a quiet life somewhere `they' would be able to find them. He had a chance to escape. Regardless he would have to get some clothes. The wind felt cold on his naked body. His kind didn't need clothes they told him. He'd escape, get some clothes and then fix everything. That was the plan now. He heard the voices. `They' had stopped and were going to search building by building. He heard the laughter and the sound of guns being made ready. It was time to move. He moved forward gently and looked out before crouching down and taking cover behind an old burnt out vehicle. The old ruins were the last place before the complex. He was so close. NOW..... "So you are just going to sit there and say nothing," Mike sighed. "Not because it's you're right, but because my partner is what?" "I know what she is." the man smiled. "What, black, `working for the Man' or should I be chained to a sink?" Jessica said. "Or is it all of the above?" "You know what she is as well." the man said to Mike. "She's a police officer," Mike replied. "Like the seven you put in hospital." "They should have stayed out of the way." Jessica sat back and yawned. "Sounds like a confession to me." THEN..... He kept to the buildings, dodging in and out and moving through holes in the ruined walls. At one point he'd leapt between the gap between buildings not sure the floor would even hold him. Occasionally he found a body. Killed after being hunted down and murdered. He'd heard about the plan months ago. They were talking about how the scientists had done it. How they had perfected the process. That his kind were no longer needed. He remembered looking at the cages around his and saw them all in them waiting. Then one by one they were being taken out and were never brought back. No longer needed.... NOW..... "I know what her kind can do." the man said to Mike. "You're in the shit anyway." he said. "So just tell us your name? We'll find out eventually. And the longer you don't tell us, the longer you'll be in a jail cell." The man blinked. "In a police station, full of good friends of those fine officers you beat up." Jessica added. The man leaned forward still looking at Mike. "What I do is for the good of the human race." he said. "There is no cell that will hold me." "Survivalist nut. Knew it." Jessica muttered. The prisoner finally glanced at her. Then looked back at Mike. "I have survived things you have no idea about. I am a human being. You are a human being. This is how they did it." he said, nodding towards Jessica. "Softly. Slowly. They worked their way in. They spread themselves into every level of society until the day came. And then they took it all." The detectives waited for more but saw him just slowly sit back. THEN..... It came to his turn. They came for him like normal, dragging him out of the cage. Two guards. They put the chains on and pushed him forward. Only instead of a right turn they shoved him towards a left then through a set of double doors. He found himself seeing something else. Long metal tubes with thick cables at the top were lined up side-by-side on either side of the room. There were about thirty of them in the room. One of those `scientists' was poking about inside something. "Open one!" the guard on his right said and the scientist smiled as he pressed a button. He saw the scientist was a female, on of `them' as well and heard a hiss of air then watched a nearby tube smoothly slide out. Lying inside was a woman. A fully grown, naked, adult white woman. She was blonde. He saw the smooth pussy between her legs. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of it. It had been a month since he last fucked a woman. "Perfect, ain't she? the guard sneered. "Move!" The guard shoved him forward. He walked forward and was taken through another set of doors. Then down a corridor. "Stop." the other guard ordered and he was pushed against a door. He realised he was looking into the guard's private quarters. But it was the centre of the room that took his attention. The dark-haired white woman was on all fours as `they' were fucking her. One at each end. Her tits were large and swinging freely. He saw their black cocks pounding into her cunt and mouth. Another four were watching and cheering. She was moaning, stroking the balls of the one in front as he grabbed her brown hair and began fucking her mouth. the one behind her suddenly gasped and plunged his cock into her as deep as possible. He watched him gasp again then pull out, slapping her ass as he stood up. His cock was slick with juices, both his and hers. The one in her mouth suddenly grabbed the back of her head, reared back and pushed his cock into her mouth and down her throat! His body bucked as he obviously came. The woman was gagging, her eyes bulging as he kept his cock there. He emptied his balls into her, his black ass jerking and thrusting as he came. Then suddenly pulled back and he saw the mix of cum and saliva dribble down her chin which she pushed back up as she panted for breath, licking her hand after. He felt the push and found himself in the room. One guard stayed with him as the other walked up to the woman. He grabbed her hair and pushed her face towards him. "You want that?" the guard asked. The man watched her look at his naked body then snort derisively. "Nah, you don't want that, do you, bitch?" another guard laughed. "You want this!" he said, pulling his own black cock out. He looked at the woman as she stared at the black cock. There was a hunger in her eyes and she licked her lips. "Seeing as we're here." his guard smiled and undid his pants, pulling out his cock. The woman grabbed it and stroked it hard as another guard stepped in behind her. He slid his cock into her and started to fuck. Slowly. She kissed the black cock in her hand and pulled the skin back. The guard sank to his knees as she took him into her mouth. He took her hair in his hands and thrust his cock into her mouth. She gagged as it pushed into her throat, then he pulled back and thrust again, pushing his cock into her throat again and pushing her back onto the cock penetrating her from behind. Slowly and deliberately they started to fuck her onto each other's cocks. He watched them use her, her large tits swinging back and forth under her as they fucked her back and forth. Then she gasped and moan as she came. "That's number five!" a guard said. "Fuck!" another said. "That's another hundred down!" "Told you." the first guard grinned and grabbed the notes of money from him. He blinked. They were betting on how many times she would cum. Nothing unusual. They did that when he fucked women. They always did. "That's right," the guard behind him said. "You are now useless. She came out one of those tubes just this morning. We don't need you lot now. We can make our white bitches now." He looked at the woman. She was gasping through the big, black cock in her mouth as they pushed into her at once. Every inch sinking in until they were both balls deep inside her. Her body was shaking and she balled her hands into fists. "NUMBER FUCKIN' SIX!!!!" a guard laughed and grabbed the money. NOW..... "The day." Jessica said, doubtfully "You won't see them coming." the man told Mike. "Then you'll look up and see them all around you and you won't be able to do a thing about it." "Oh, boy." the black woman sighed. Mike sat back,. "Are you gonna give us you're name or not?" "Release me." the man said, staring at Mike. "You must be getting cold." Jessica told the man. "Maybe we should get you a coat, the one that ties up at the back." "RELEASE ME!" the man yelled and tried to stand. The metal chains seemed to strain as he pulled against the wrist and ankle cuffs that bound him. His muscles seemed to throb and pulse under the skin. THEN.... He watched them cum inside the white woman. She didn't fight them. Never said no. She wanted it, reveled in it, grinding back on the cock behind her and sucking hard on the cock in her mouth. She moaned, licking up and down the shaft, slurping down all she could. Anything that dripped onto the floor she bent down and licked it up with her tongue. He was marched in further and pushed onto his knees as the woman lay back on the floor and spread her legs wide He watched them take turns, their naked, black bodies thrusting into her. She grabbed their asses and pulled them inside herself deeper as they came. The woman came again and again, moaning and gasping as they filled her with their seed. A few more guards arrived and joined the queue. They each one took their turn and each one made sure he saw them empty their seed into her. He felt his own erection and couldn't stop it. They laughed. "He wants a go!" the guard fucking her laughed. "I got an idea." he said, pulling out. "Let her decide." The guard stood up. "Bitch, you want that little prick or this fucker inside you?" he laughed, waving his hard cock. The bastards were mocking him. He looked at the woman and saw what she was going to do. Cunt, he thought as he saw the smile on her face when she pointed to the guard and motioned him over while she spread her pussy lips with her fingers. Fucking cunt! She wasn't human anyway. She was a science thing anyway. Something that came out of a giant test tube. He closed his eyes as the guard sank his cock back into her willing cunt. He could stop seeing her but he couldn't stop hearing the sounds of her as she came yet again and then the cheers that followed as the next one took his turn..... NOW.... It was the only excuse they needed. Mike hit the wall alarm and the room was filled with angry baton-wielding cops only too eager for some payback for what had happened to the others. Jessica and Mike left them to it and headed down the corridor. "Insanity plea." she said ignoring the sounds coming from the interview room. "They'll try anything." Mike replied. The sound they then heard was strangely metallic. Sharp and short. Something snapping. The detectives looked at each other then slowly back to the door. It exploded as a cop came through it head first. They watched as the prisoner stepped out of the room. He seemed to had bulked up. The muscles throbbing as he slowly turned towards them. He looked at Jessica with disgust but that switched to hatred when he looked at Mike. More cops flooded the corridor and the detectives saw the first cop fall from one punch. The man turned and started walking towards them. The single gunshot exploded in the corridor and the man grabbed his arm. Blood trickled down from a wound. He kicked out at the approaching cops and grabbed one of the female cops. He swung her round to use as a shield. He walked down th corridor, turning right and left to let them see he had the woman cop by the throat. She was going red as he squeezed tight. "LET HER GO!" Mike called to him. The man just looked at him. The woman cop was gasping for air. They followed him through the station until he arrived at the secure rear door where they'd brought him in. "Open it!" he ordered. The officer in charge hesitated. "He's killing her!" another cop yelled. "OPEN IT!" The officer hit a button and the door clicked open. He stepped through. He saw the entrance to the yard. A car was slowly turning into it. The man tossed the female cop towards the others and ran. In no time he'd made it to the entrance and ran over the on-coming police car. A sharp left then a sprint across the road took him into some nearby alleys and into the shadows. Jessica and Mike finally made out and looked up and down the street. They looked at each other before shaking their heads in confusion. "What was that you were saying about our generation?" Jessica asked. Mike just muttered under his breath. THEN..... His guards were finished with the woman. He was dragged them out and shoved against the wall. He saw the sneers on them both and felt the hatred growing inside him. "Best thing?" one of them told him. "We'll fuck that bitch till she's bred, and you know what'll pop out? A small white bitch. Not male, not black. A small, white, female cunt. Put that into one of those tubes and wait nine months and know what comes out then? A horny, fully-grown, ready to fuck white cunt who'll be sold on. And when she isn't being fucked, she'll be serving. Doing what she'd fucking told! And the better she serves, the more fucking she gets. And that keeps them all happy." He stared at the guard. The anger was rising. "But that means we don't need you anymore." the guard smiled. That was enough. He smashed his head against the guard who yelled. The second guard hit him once, twice then smashed the baton down on him a third time sending him to the floor. The guard he butted kicked him in the head before hauling him back to his feet. "You know what's going to happen?" the guard spat. "You were going to be told you were being freed but not now. Because what will happen is you're going to be hunted until you can't run anymore and then you're excuse for a dick will be cut off as a trophy and the dogs'll get the rest of you." "I will kill you all!" he told the guard. Another flurry of blows and kicks followed as he was beaten down. Finally he felt himself being dragged and thrown down. The ground was rough. He opened his eyes and saw he was outside. In how long....? The water that hit him was cold. He spun round and saw the guards looking down at him in the bright sunlight. He was outside. "Run, dogmeat." the guard he hit smiled. "You have half an hour to run. Not that'll it do any good. The world is ours." He watched the black men walk back inside. The slowly the massive doors slid shut. He heard the locks close. NOW..... He had stopped running. Dumb move, breaking into that mall so close to closing. Now he was cold and bleeding from being shot. He felt the wound and realised it was gone. He was confused. He remembered the bullet hitting him, remembered the sharp pain and the blood. But now there was no wound, no pain. It didn't make sense. He had been shot. Unless..... He hid until it was night then started to walk about the city. He looked about him and seemed to know the streets. They were so different but so familiar. Smashing his way into a store he had grabbed some clothes and ran until he found somewhere he could change. Going back he saw the smashed window and heard the alarm still going. No-one had appeared. He nipped inside again and got something in his size and smashed the cash drawer open taking the contents. Before he left he grabbed a shard of glass and put it in a pocket. As he quickly walked away from the shop he felt more comfortable. The plan had been to disappear but only now did he realise the problem he had. No identity. He could hide but do what? He wondered if he'd escaped to an existence that was just as bad. No, he had to fix things. THEN..... Three days he'd been running and hiding. and those three day he'd heard then hunting him. He heard the dogs and the engines and the laughter. But he had a plan. He knew something else they'd tried to keep secret. He looked back and couldn't hear or see anything. Satisfied it was safe he hit the river and started swimming to the other side. He started following the river and saw the city ahead of him. What was left of the city, that is. He quickly made his way into the ruins. They wouldn't think about anyone coming back.... NOW..... He walked the streets while he thought. For all the city's familiarity it was alien to him. So much life. So much noise. So many of `them'! It was happening already. Looking at the newspapers they were already moving through the social layers. The scale of what he was trying to do hit him. How could one one man change it? He'd work that out later. Right now he still wondered about being shot. He found a dark alley and huddled down then took the piece of glass and gently scratched the back of his hand. He watched the scratch but saw nothing happening. He stood up and looked at his hand in the moonlight. The scratch had seemed to get smaller. After another five minutes he looked again and saw the wound was only half the size it had been. He made another scratch, this time going deeper. Drawing blood. Ten minutes after the cut had half-healed. The first scratch was gone..... It had to be, he thought. THEN..... He looked down at the body. What was left of it, anyway. That poor bastard was only dead a couple of days. He burned the image into his brain. That must have have been the hunting party that had come close. There was another way into the complex. He followed the river further and saw the outlet. A sewage pipe. It was the best he could hope for. He waded into the river and swam round to the side of the pipe. The smell made him gag as he approached it. He took a breath of air and closed his nose then started to breath through his mouth. Quickly he climbed into the pipe. In three days he'd only eaten wild dog. That came back up as he crawled the through the pipe, the stinking smell making him vomit. He found an exit after and hour and rolled out sucking in fresh air. The only thing was he was covered in shit and other crap. They would smell him coming. He looked around and saw he was in some kind of mechanical room. Pipes and machines surrounded him. He heard the footsteps first. "Jeez," one of them said coming in the door. "One of these days they'll fix this place." He ducked back watching the man walk towards where he was hiding. The man turned and stopped at the open pipe. Now, he thought. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" he yelled and ran at the black man.... NOW..... He let himself stretch and felt the muscles he had. There was no sign of the scratch. The cut was now a red mark. He thought back to the mirror. He looked in it and saw a stranger. The face was still there but his body had filled out. Muscles tensed and flexed. He felt stronger. THEN.... He still stank but the clothes covered some of the smell. He reached into the pipe and covered his skin in the stinking substance. It made him look like them, at least. Smearing some on the uniform he could say there was a spill, and they would stand off. He knew it wouldn't last long so had to hurry. He found a gun on the black man and checked it. It was fully loaded and charged. He set out, ignoring the comments around him and simply saying, "Pipe burst." He found the elevator and saw it empty as he stepped it, his head low. For the hundredth time he was told to get a shower. "Fuck you," he said and smiled, remembering how that would had got him a beating before. The elevator stopped and he stepped out. A single guard stopped him. "Fucking shower block is three floors up." the guard said waving him back. He shot the guard and put another bullet in his head. This was it. The floor he'd heard about. All the time they'd talked they thought he wasn't listening. Press the lowest button five times and there it was. The project. Another guard came out and he shot him. Quickly he shot the elevator controls and ran into the room the guard had come from, killing two more guards as they were coming out. There was one other door. A large thick metal door. He dragged one of the guards' bodies over and slapped the black hand on the access panel. The locks slid open and the door rolled open. Three more of them were inside. One guard and two scientists. The guard was shot first quickly followed by one of the scientists. He leveled the gun to the surviving scientist and saw the piss pooling at his feet. He laughed. Looking around him he was surprised by how small it was. The chamber was a mess of pipes and cables that led to an upright large metal column near the back of the room. He wiped some of the shit from his face. The scientist blinked. "White man with a gun. You're worst nightmare." he said. "I'm getting out of here." "Okay...." the black scientist nodded. "Make it work." he told him. The scientist was shaking as he worked buttons and dials. He pressed the gun against the man's head as he stood up straight. "That it?" he asked The scientist nodded. Behind them the column was spinning at the top and bottom and a door had opened showing the empty interior. "Just step in." the scientist told him. "That all?" he asked. "Y-yes." "WELCOME!" He jumped at the voice and heard the scientist yelp as he cowered from the gun. Looking up he saw where the voice was coming from. A screen above the door was filled by the grinning black face of the bastard who called himself Ruler. "Welcome to a great event. An event that will be marked in history!" the Ruler declared. "An event that history has long DEMANDED. That WE have long demanded. But first I have news of a scientific wonder to share." The camera pulled back. In front of the Ruler a naked white woman was on her knees, her yellow-haired head bobbing back and forth. Giving him head, he thought looking at the screen. "Half an hour ago, this cunt was `born'. She was `born' the same way," The backdrop slid up and he saw the line of thirty or forty women fucking black men. A huge cheer erupted from the audience. They were all naked and all fucking with eagerness. They were straddling black men, riding black men, lying back with their legs spread as black men fucked them, taking it all fours from black men...... The picture changed as the cheer went up. Hundreds, possibly even thousands of men and women, all black, were applauding and cheering. The Ruler raised his hands up as the woman continued to suck on his cock. He was enjoying the adulation. "The same way that all these cunts were!" the Ruler continued. "All born ready to open their mouths and spread their legs for the superior human! The black human! The better human!" He said then gasped, grabbing the blonde head and thrusting his hips forward. He pushed her away. His long black cock slowly sank down, It glistened with saliva. The woman sat there as she wiped her mouth and licked her hand clean. "Where we used have breeding centres we no longer need them. They will be converted into birthing centres where you can order your cunt. Yes, ORDER YOUR CUNT! Blonde, brunette, small tits, big tits, a good big ass, whatever you want. Nine months later they will provide you a fully grown cunt straight out of a birthing tube, all ready for use. And she will be a willing cunt that will serve and obey her black owners. And even better no matter how much black seed goes into one of these white cunts you are guaranteed a fresh white cuntling out of her. You fuck them black, but they breed white. EVERY-TIME!" Another cheer. "Of course that means we can finally do something that society had long demanded." The Ruler smiled as an X-frame lowered and stopped. A naked white man was strapped to the frame. The scientist sniggered. He pressed the gun against the black man even harder and began to squeeze the trigger. "Ladies, Gentlemen," the Ruler said. "The last white man." "You're dead." the scientist said. " No matter what you do to me, you are dead." "Quiet!" he said and smashed the base of the handle across the back of the scientist's head. "Yes, the last of the white men." the Ruler said, looking at the scrawny white man on the frame. "The white men who enslaved and sold us. Who beat us and raped our women. Who kept us down even as they promised us freedom and equality!" The crowd's cheers had turned to jeers and boos. "The white man who kept us like DOGS!" he called out and turned and looked at the white man. "Nothing to say, DOG!" he said to the man. "No last words?" A guard walked into shot carrying a long knife. He presented it to the Ruler who took it then held it high as the crowd cheered. He turned and approached the white woman, holding the knife out to her handle-first. The crowd suddenly went quietly. "Remove his testicles!" the Ruler told her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The white woman took the knife without hesitation. She stood up up and approached the white man who was panting and pleading with her not to. She grabbed his balls and pulled them down as she placed the knife under the stretched skin. She kissed him gently on the cheek and yanked the knife up viciously with a smile! The white man screamed. "Your worthless fucking race is dead!" He heard the black man at his feet laugh and looked down. The scientist was convulsing with laughter. He felt the anger filling him and pulled the trigger again and again. The gun jumped as he emptied it into the scientist's head. Looking up he saw the blonde woman holding the bloody trophy up as the crowd cheered. The blood ran down her bare, white arm.... "Obedient and willing." the Ruler said proudly. He stroked the blonde's face. "Now remove the rest of it!" He didn't want to see the rest, throwing the gun down as he jumped into the open column just as the door began to close again. He heard one last thing before the door closed. "THE WHITE MAN IS NO MORE!" the Ruler declared to a cheering crowd. The noise became deafening and he felt the warmth of the light that surrounded him. Slowly it got hotter until he felt like he was on fire. He screamed in agony as the pain ripped through his body. He convulsed and collapsed..... NOW..... He had been naked when he woke up. It was night. He could still remember the pain and realised he was missing his hair and the beard that had grown. Every bit of hair was gone from his body. The project had meant to be about creating a super man. A dominant black army. He wanted to be strong then find and kill the supposed Ruler. So where did the city come from? Where was the chamber? What was this world....? It was only when he was hiding from all those... white people? He saw the name on a building and recognised it. MILLAR LIMITED. Only it had a roof now. And windows. "Fu' yo' do'ng?" a voice said and he saw the hairy black man in a thick clothing staggering towards him. "Yo in my bit!" The sight of the black man brought the image of the Ruler back. His grinning face as the white woman gripped the knife then triumphantly using it. The anger rose up.... He barely remembered doing it but saw the blood on his fists as he stood over the black man's body. The old rules came back. Waste nothing, use everything. He pulled on the clothes, finding them a little small. The pockets of the coat were stuffed with papers. He was about to threw them away when he was the picture the smiling man. He'd seen that man before. Only he was older and not as fresh looking. His hair had been grayer. In this one he was younger and the smile was eager. The top was too tight and he threw it away, pulling on the coat alone. The thought hit him then. Everything was here. Streets, buildings. The picture. This was the same ruins he had hid and ran through. That was the same older man he'd looked at. The same streets, the same man. Something had happened in that chamber. Something that changed him and gave him a chance to stop the Ruler. To change the world. Those white people shouldn't be there, the buildings shouldn't be there. It hadn't happened yet, he thought. He wasn't crazy. He watched that cut heal in minutes. It wasn't a dream. This place was real. What did that black cunt call him? Soldier boy? He never had a name before. Never needed one. It was a good as any. She'd given him the name. He was the last white man. The only white man who knew what was coming and had a chance to fight them. The white man would not die. As long as he breathed he would fight. He would stop them. He was Soldier. He would change the world.