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This is a work of fiction.
'Italics means he is talking to himself /inner voice'
"inverted commas" means a normal conversation.
"different languages" means speaking in a foreign language.
Hello everyone. It's your author here, Poolhero. I apologize for the duration of my absence, and I will make up for it by posting more chapters across all my stories.
Well, this is a first but the thing is, I believe I need to give sufficient warning, this story is Dark! And fully deserves the M rating it gets. This story will continually get darker. I am warning you now because once you go down this road there isn't any going back. The mc isn't even qualified to be an mc he's more like a villain protagonist.
This is me trying to channel evil and serve it to you. Be warned!
INHUMAN
"Ha uhh~nn! " the moans of pleasure accompanied the uttered guttural groans. His thick member pounded into her wet entrance. Smack smack "uh~h pleas-uh slow— huuhkk " she tried saying as tears, nasal mucus and spit drooled down her face. In contrast to her pleas, her tongue found it's way outside her mouth as she took deep short strained breaths. Her body convulsed as fluids gushed from her love tunnel, flowing down the young man's member. Her eyes rolled back displaying the white scarela, her very back dangerously arched, her nails digging into the soft skin of his back. She could barely breathe as she was driven over her pleasure threshold...she had climaxed again. He cared not about her condition or her words, he only focused on achieving his aim.
Squelch! Smack! The liquids caused lewd sounds whenever his pelvis heavily slammed against hers.
His arms slowly slid from her waist, brushing against her perky nipples and finding its way around her neck. "Huu" he took a deep breathe and began to forcefully jam his throbbing member into her wet welcoming vagina. His piston-like movements increased in intensity as her vaginal fluids splattered all over due to her spamming waist. Her mouth opened, her vocal cords strained but she couldn't utter a word.
"Aah… aaah…"
The voice that escaped her lips was muddled. She repeatedly sighed heated breaths, trying to get air back into her lungs. The young man above her pounded even harder, his arms over her neck tightening with each thrust of his. Sweat flowed down his smooth chiseled back. His muscles tensed as his member began to pulsate and with a deep primal thrust. He buried his seed deep into her unprotected womb.
His arms tightened around her neck. She felt pleasure during the first five seconds but then came the pain. Air couldn't reach her lungs, she pathetically clawed at his hands. Her nails scraping pieces of skin off of his hands, lines of blood trickled down her face. He looked into her bright blue eyes, he was amused at her struggle. Which soon proved to be futile. She lashed out her legs in fear as she began to be starved of oxygen, her lungs needed air. After a moment's pause came the struggle for her life. She put all her strength into trying to pry his hands off her neck. She kicked and clawed and pled with her eyes but it was all for naught. The last thing she saw was a smiling devil in the skin of a handsome young man.
A dark pentagram appeared above the dead woman, the pentagram sucked in the glowing white soul of the woman and spat out a red orb that was immediately absorbed into Damien's body through a small intricate hectagram projection.
"Well that was nice" he said to no one in particular as he stretched his arms while relishing the resulting satisfaction. Turning around he went towards a tub filled with to the brim with a horse red substance that gave off an iron metallic like scent. On the sides of the tubs were protruding pipes that drew in this substance from the hung individuals. It was a scene from hell as people of all ages were hung upside down and had multiple IV tubes in them. They were no different from mummified corpses as they were continuously drained of their blood, marrow and essences. Each of them had mysterious symbols drawn on their foreheads. The symbols were almost glowing with a dark light, illuminating the room with a bone chilling glow.
to almost mummified people.
The young man approached the tub and took a dip in the warm blood. "Amazing" he said, relaxing in the blood pool with a peaceful smile on his face. A smile that could deceive you into thinking that this hellish scene was all a dream, that he could never hurt an ant.
The young man was what one would call a genius and also a hidden clinical psychopath.
His name was Damien Lorde. And today is the day he would turn 19 and it was also the day he would die. See Damien had a mysterious and unexplainable genetic disorder that's basically the first of its kind, so much so that it doesn't even have a name. The doctors can't prove that it even exists, even with him as a live subject.
One thing to note is that with the genetic disorder made up for its adverse effect by giving him what I would term as 'Extreme conscious and subconscious awareness' which could also be called 'Advanced genius level intellect'.
This could be seen by his parents because Damien barely ever cried as a toddler. He was more mature than any of his age mates. Growing up his parents noticed his tendency to avoid people and hence forced him to interact with others his age and they surprisingly found out that he could do that very very well. It was as though he was a born leader. But all Damien did was pretend. Yes, whenever Damien acted interested, or nice or helpful it was all just that, an act.
He pretended because even at an early age Damien recognised the structure of society. He understood the structure human interactions and how they could be used, he needed to blend in then. If this all doesn't tell you that Damien barely had empathy then, this might be the nail in the coffin.
Damien killed his parents with his very own hands at the age of fourteen and made it seem like a robbery. Damien believed that he needed to, his parents were slowly strangling his spirit, they were killing him and he would rather kill than be killed.
Over the years, he grew up to be an accomplished young man. He achieved the goals and aims he set for himself, mostimes using not so righteous means. Putting his intellect to use, he graduated from various ivy league colleges with multiple doctorates. His scientific accomplishments only rivaled by his manipulative prowess.
He turned his meagre middle level status into one of a billionaire, growing both rich and powerful.
No one would ever suspect him of being a psychopath due to all the charities and good will activities he had made. Damien not only made most of his patents public but he would periodically donate billions of dollars for seemingly no reason at all. He established multiple centers that provide the necessities of life at a cost of next to nothing. Free education, health, power, homes, the whole mile. And this was done all over the world. His acts alone eradicated 38% of world hunger and 46% of the energy problem. His inventions had a huge role to play in his success. His name was synonymous to goodwill and wealth. His company was a stronghold that was established on every continent of the planet. He basically ran major parts of the economy.
Damien in his own words "didn't give two shits" about the life or death of the people he helped. He could care less about their well being, all he needed was the image and resulting power his acts provided. It allowed him free reign to do whatever he wanted without ever being questioned. And since he would be dying today then it was time to get his payment.
"Activate the 'Hellcall' protocol" he spoke out as he grabbed a dagger from an exterior compartment in the tub.
Hellcall was the last requirement of Damien's ritual. It was unimaginable destruction that would drive this planet to the brink of destruction and the organisms on it to the very edge of extinction. [Implementing Protocol Z65-Alpha 'Hell call' ] an electronic voice responded. Various projections appeared on the walls showing his company branches all over the world. [Activated]
Blinding lights came from each of his company buildings. The earth witnessed unimaginable destruction from the hands of one man. The energy sources and nuclear fusion reactors were driven past their critical range and exploded. Cities all over the world were wiped out from maps. In one moment they existed and in the next they were reduced to dust.
Mushroom clouds rose from the destruction caused by nuclear and energy explosions. And that was just the start, the orbiting satellites in space were wildly puckered from their travel course. They fell like meteors, impacting the earth and causing disaster.
Volcanoes rumbled and erupted and the earth shook. The waters flooded the land.
Then the earth became silent, the people didn't know where to start mourning. Screams were silenced as death waved through the world.
"Hahaha! You plebians are welcome. Your sacrifice is well appreciated" he laughed. Grabbing the dagger, Damien extended his tongue out his mouth and holing the edge with his other hand. He slashed through his very own tongue, cutting it in half. "Uhhhh!" He grunted out in pain as blood spilled from his mutilated tongue. But he wasn't done yet. He straightened his index and fore finger and holding his forearm he viciously jammed his fingers into his eyes, bursting them, effectively blinding himself. "Ughh!" He writhered and twisted his body in pain. Causing some blood to spill from the tub. Damien was performing a truly sinister ritual he discovered in a parchment that was magically imprinted into his mind. He discovered the parchment during one of his many expeditions in a previously unexplored ruin that was below the base of an active volcano. The parchment turned to into a dark light that entered his head giving him information on a mysterious ritual that would act as a key to obtain an unknown gift. A gift that would supposedly grant the soul the ability to return to life. The ritual could only be used once by a single person below the age of 20 but above the age of 18. Damien knew not of the creator of the parchment nor did he know of the gift it would grant him, but he saw with his own eyes the supernatural properties of the parchment and he wanted in. For once in this boring world, he found something truly interesting and if it was fake then he had nothing to lose, he was still going to die anyway.
Damien held the dagger and slashed across his own wrists. Even with all the pain he was going through he had a smile plastered on his face.
And thus was the death of a psycho, that should have been the way it went.
A pure dark and black energy coalesced above the tub Damien was in. The blood in the tub began to boil as energy strands coming from outside flowed into it. It was all like a well performed orchestra as energy strands flying into the tub created red vapour from the boiling blood, which was then sucked into Damien.
The coalescing dark energy gathered and began to rapidly spin around a central point forming a vortex.
A mysterious ethereal gigantic hand appeared from the vortex, the hand entered inside Damien's body and it pulled something out upon its exit. In its grasp was a dense white orb that had a thick bloody red aura surrounding it. The hand disappeared back into the vortex with the orb held in its grasp.
Upon opening my eyes, my sight was immediately bombarded by an amalgamation of colours and figures. My senses registered the scent of disinfectants which was oddly, familiar and comforting.
When I fully regained my senses, I noticed that I seemed to be in a hospital of some kind, judging by all the equipment and instruments. I was clothed in a hospital gown, and laying on a soft hospital bed.
Focusing on my body I noticed that my limbs were smaller than I remembered. It wasn't just that, my body was also different from what I should have. My skin tone white, in contrast to my previous one. But one question kept repeating in my mind, 'I'm alive?'
I died in my lab, I was certain of that. But I was now alive in the body of a child. The ritual must have succeeded, but why was I in the body of a child? And where on earth exactly was I? Was this even the earth I knew? I didn't have enough info to come to a valid conclusion so I had to push the questions back for now. But I was excited and happy to be alive! I who was supposed to die and fade away, was still alive and kicking. Even though it was in a different body I was still appreciative to be alive dammit! I also felt this potent life energy course through my body, I felt 110% alive, I felt energetic and amazing! I sincerely thank all the people who sacrificed themselves (unwillingly) for me to achieve this.
/0/
"hmm" I've been staring at the blue ceiling for roughly five minutes now. Trying to make sense of this entirely new environment and trying to make sense of my current situation. The nurses that came in earlier to check-up on me, spoke English with an American accent. So I knew I was on earth, and in America..probably.
I keep having this feeling that something is different, almost unnaturally so.
Someone walked through the door, rousing me from my thoughts. It was a boy who looked to be in his early teens, he wore a patterned long sleeve shirt and blue skinny jeans. His face was familiar I knew I had seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where.
"Hey! Jasper, buddy how're you doing?"
His voice acted as the catalyst that made the memories from of this body resurface, they flashed through my eyes like a fast forwarded movie. The intense pain causing me to black out as innumerable memories flooded my mind.
Sometimes, I wonder whether it was better if I just died peacefully than coming here. I knew I remembered that kid somewhere, that's because I saw him on TV back on earth. It was on a nickelodeon TV show called Henry Danger? Yes, that was what it was called. I'm glad to be alive, but why did it have to be here? If I was going to a fiction world why couldn't I go the MCU or the DCEU like any other normal person, I could've achieved immortality there. Even the Potterverse or Naruto would be appreciated, but no I ended up here. The world filled with incompetent human rejects. I was angry, I was very, very angry. Sure I could live out my life here peacefully, deal with the idiots and blend in by acting like a fool but I set a goal for myself after performing that ritual, and that goal was that I was never going to die again.
I will not die ever again! I died once when I just turned 19, you think I want to die again? No I don't. I was going to use everything in my power to make sure I became immortal, to become all powerful, to become a God.
The people of this world seemed to be wired the wrong way, everyone acts like they lost large pieces of their brains, if they even had one. I saw the shows, I never enjoyed it because it was pathetic. The people, their actions, their thought processes it was all pathetic. If you ever needed a prime example of the meaning of the word retard, then you don't have to look too far. The previous owner of this body was an excellent example of that.
Bang! bang! bang! Someone slammed against my door.
"Jasper! Get your butt downstairs now! We're having dinner!" Do you see that, that's the boy's mom. She was severely bipolar and violently so. How did you think I ended up in the hospital in the first place? She told them he fell down the stairs, well that was pure bulshit. And the doctors should know it as well, but do they care? Those useless bastards still baffle me as to how they became doctors in the first place. I'm not saying this just to mean, it's an actual fact that the doctors here seemed to be cognitively impaired. You should look at the show if you can't take my word for it.
Bang!
"I SAID GET DOWN HERE!" she slammed against the door screaming like she was going to tear the house down.
This bitch needed to be put into an institution, before I got to her first. How is she still even allowed near her child is something only Lorde (see what I did there? It's my surname replacing the….forget it) knows.
Where the heck was the body's dad? It's been something I've been asking myself ever since I got home. I didn't want to leave the room until she calmed down. But I needed to take a leak and that labelled bucket in the room looks very useful.
I see now why this Jasper kid ended up as weird as he was in the show. This child was traumatized and almost broken, the bucket in his room was a very prominent form of comfort for him.
"Jasper honey, mommy loves you OK. Come eat when you're ready." she said softly in a voice filled with so much love. This must be punishment for my sins. Oh and if you haven't guessed it yet, I'm in the body of a 14 year old Jasper Dunlop, best friend of Henry hart. And I'll be damned if I ever repeated what I saw this kid do on the show. I am Damien Lorde, and nothing will stop me from achieving my goals.
Part one of my plan is acquire as much knowledge on the science of this world as I can. This world's science is somewhat above mine, they had very effective and efficient machines and gadgets most of which were clearly borderline sci-fi. And I was going to soak it up and turn it into mine. But I would need money to be able to practice and perform experiments on all of the theory and also to build a dedicated lab.
I was stealing credit card info using the phishing software I had made earlier this week, the virus is laced into a popular downloadable song, and upon saving the song to their devices they were granting me access into their privacy. So far I've been able to acquire 200$ I would need more, but this was just the start. I was also planning on introducing popular apps and online services from my home world into this one. That way I could also make money off of downloads and usage.
Part two was to start experimenting on human enhancements. Down the line I would need human test subjects but they weren't necessary as of now. This world had superheroes, some were born that way and others acquired their powers. I wasn't going to pass up on this opportunity to become a superhuman. I didn't care about being a hero, I wasn't even going to try pretending to be one. Evil? Good? Who gives a shit? I'm trying to become immortal, you think moral notions will stop me?
Why don't I help save people? Do I look like Jesus? Do you think I had the slightest care for other people? Hah, yeah right.
I slaughtered millions of people just to get here, just to be reborn. Nothing will stop me from reaching my goals.
XX
It was surprising how nostalgic I felt going back to school.
Swellview junior high was what you'd expect it to look like, bright colors, small class rooms and incompetent teachers. Did you know that Swellview had the poorest education scores in all of America? Totally not shocking, even the government system here in swell view is all jumbled up. Math was the first class I had today and that's where I was headed.
…..
I regret sitting in the math class, I feel like my brain is about to rot if I listen to anymore of this shit.
"Sir, I would like to use the bathroom."
"Sure go on ahead" he just nodded and went back to 'teaching'.
I spent the rest of the day in the library reading and waiting for school to end.
Ring Which it now just did.
….
"Hi Jasp" An African American girl waved at me. Her brown curly hair matched her eyes. She was dressed in blue jeans and long sleeve top. That was Jasper's second best friend Charlotte. She seemed to be one of the few people here with an actual functional brain.
"Hey Charlotte. Where's Henry" I smiled and asked.
"There he comes" she pointed at the approaching boy.
"Dude, where were you? You ditched class class all day."
"Yea, well I was feel-" I was interrupted by alarm beeps that came from his watch.
beep beep beep
He turned to look at Charlotte and then at me. "I, uhhh, something came up at junk n' stuff. So uhh, yeah. Bye!" he dashed down the halls.
"Yea, you know Henry. Uhh, always taking work seriously" she tried to explain.
"Yep, that's Henry alright. See you later Charlotte, I've got homework to do" with that I turned around to leave but not before hearing her comment.
"Since when did Jasper do homework?"
Since he was replaced by me.
The night was cool and clear, the stars blinked like little fireflies painted around the moon over the canvas of the night sky. It was a good night, I felt calm in the dark.
Holding the communicator close to my mouth I began to speak into it.
"Leave the package under the bridge. Take the blue bag and get lost" my voice was changed into a deep threatening one thanks to the modulator I whipped up last week.
"O-OK" A stammering voice responded. I saw the lean middle aged man dressed in a large overcoat and black trousers carry a large brown taped up box and deposited just under the small bridge, he grabbed a blue bag and immediately took his leave. That man was one of the doctor's who was watching over me during my stay in the hospital. I had carefully gathered dirt on him, so much to bury him with and I was using it to get him to work for me. In other words I was blackmailing him. Of course I was also paying him, why? The blackmail was to keep him in line and the money was to motivate him. He was getting me hospital tools, materials and items I needed at a fraction of their original worth. I didn't have enough money to go around buying the things I needed righteously(heh). This was the best action I could take right now.
I had staked out here hours earlier, so I was certain that I wasn't being monitored and neither was he. I went down below the bridge and upon grabbing the box I began to make my way home. I had to take many detours to lose anyone trailing me that I may have missed and when I made sure I wasn't being followed I went through the shortcut that was an alleyway.
A hobo crawled out under his box house and reached an arm out while he was on his knees about to get up. Blocking my path.
"Please help me. I'm hungry" he said slowly, the stench of garbage and sewer radiated from his rag like clothes and dirty beard it caused my eyebrows to scrunch.
"You asked for it."
I ran forward and sent a vicious kick at the side of his face. Tearing his lips apart and breaking pieces of teeth from his mouth, he rolled around in pain, grabbing his face. A rusty looking box cutter fell from his previously concealed hand. Setting the box to the side I walked up to the downed man and stomped hard on his stomach. He retched up whatever filth he ate as he hurriedly hugged his stomach. I began to work on his face, repeatedly stomping on it till I heard a wet crunch. The man was barely breathing now, I wiped my bloodied shoe on his rags and grabbed my box, leaving the scene of pure brutality. Preys should know their place.
I wasn't going to die again. Any threat to my life will be immediately ended.
I wasn't worried about the authorities finding him, either dead or alive. The level of corruption and incompetence in swell view would do all the work for me. Plus I made the scene look like a scuffle between hobos. The police would immediately discard it upon notice, why would their waste time and resources on rejects when they could be making money being corrupt.
It felt good letting off stress like that. I feel peaceful now.
….
Weeks passed on smoothly. The basement was now turned into a fully dedicated lab. Shelves of scientific materials were lined neatly on the walls. A small freezer was on the far left side, next to a microwave. A large desk was just beside the freezer, the desk had various materials arranged on it.
A cluster of computer screens and pcs made up a large workstation that occupied the center most space of the lab.
A surgical bed and some homemade sensors were located on the spacious far right of the lab. The lab was almost perfect for my needs considering the amount of resources and time I had on hand.
I grabbed various vials of clear liquid substance from the secured cooler and headed for my surgical bed. I was going to be solving the fitness issue of this body by enhancing it. Slotting the labeled vials into place I calmly lied on the bed. The soft sounds of motors echoed around me as the automatic injectors took their positions.
What I was doing was actually quite direct, gene editing. I was going to cause an advantageous mutation to occur in the myostatin receptors and genes in my body. This would promote bone and muscle development, the technology was fairly simple. I was going to be using the Crispr gene editing tool. Not Cas 9 but a new enzyme called Taf 7 that was actually developed here in this world but was immediately abandoned and all mentions of it silenced. The mega corporations did that since it would be against their best interests for the medical industry to be put out of their hands. Because this Taf 7 enzyme was a 150% more effective than the Cas9 protein. Imagine just taking a simple pill to get rid of cancer and any form of genetic disorder, that's how revolutionary it was. Did I mention and it was dirt cheap as well? Due to its cost factor I was allowed more freedom to experiment and play around with it, further tweaking it to my standard.
The Crispr would affect the synthesized DNA strands with a specific sequence I wanted. It would bond to these specific targets due to the guide RNA that binds it to a specific target sequence of DNA in a genome and then it would snip them out. In simpler words the modified RNA is used to recognize the DNA sequence, and the Taf 7 enzyme cuts the DNA at the targeted location.
The mutation would then be caused using the cell's own DNA repair machinery to manipulate pieces of genetic material, by adding or removing pieces of it to make changes to the DNA.
The thing is that "wild-type" cells could also occur, causing some parts of the DNA to not be affected by the specified cells. But the Taf 7 handles all of that. It's effective enough go get the job done, period.
Of course the outward effects wouldn't be immediately displayed, it would take months for changes to occur on the outside, but on the inside the procedure would be fairly faster. I was also going to be helping by working out and pushing this body to the very limits.
The cold sting of the needles spread through my body as the injectors went in. The contents of the vial were visibly emptied into my system, I felt nothing in particular other than a warm soft feeling through my body and that was it. I guess it was kind of anticlimactic.
/X/
Henry ran towards me "Hey, Jasper." I was really busy today, I didn't have time for this.
"Sup, Henry?" I asked.
"Dude, It's Piper's birthday today. You have to be there."
"I don't know Henry. I might not be able to make it"
"Dude, what do you mean? Lately you've been busy all of a sudden, You don't wait for me or even Charlotte after school. We don't even hang out anymore. I know you hurt your head when you fell down the stairs but even after all this time you're still different" he paused "It's like you're not even Jasper anymore"
Sigh "Henry, after the accident things haven't been the same. I just grew more aware of my life and I realized that I was acting very weird. So I decided to change and this is me now. If you're my friend then you have to accept me, and support my decision."
Looking at his surprised and slightly perplexed face I realized that I might have acted a bit too mature.
"Henry, dude, you're my pal. I'm just going through some changes man. It's puberty. And I'll be there for Piper's birthday"
Henry stared at the leaving figure of his best friend. He felt it deep down that Jasper was different now, he wasn't the person he knew before. And he confirmed it today, Jasper would never call him pal. He called him a lot of things but pal wasn't one of them. Maybe he was overreacting, but what kind of a friend would he be if he didn't even try to figure out Jasper's condition.
"Charlotte, we've got to get ray's help on this. I don't know what happened to the real Jasper but we have to figure it out."
"Yep, I've been getting weird vibes from Jasper since the accident" Charlotte noticed it earlier than Henry did. She felt it since the day he began ditching classes. And Jasper was different now, more so physically. "Henry is it just me or does he look like he has actual muscles now" she asked.
"Right?!" Henry pointed out.
….
It's been two months since I went through the myostatin mutation procedure and the effects were beginning to show. Well the gains from my workout also contributed to my now lean muscular look. I also changed my hairstyle from the childish curly look to a straightened dark blond look, with side fades. The hair do matched my just surfacing masculine features, I do look handsome, very handsome. I wore simple black Jean shorts, showing off my calfs. An all star converse kicks and a grey Nike shirt .
I was currently at the pet store mapping it out for when I would later pay it a visit. There was an episode of this show where Henry was able to get increased reflexes by inhaling the venom of a reptile and a spider. I know the science seems wonky, that venom would have such effects on people. But this was a reality to me now. The fiction I once watched was now the reality of my current life. I had already acquired the South African Bush lizard since the first few weeks of being reborn here, what I needed was the black shag spider. But the spider was a highly rare protected species, making it ridiculously difficult to obtain.
And it was right in front of me on a protected display. I'f this wasn't a heaven given opportunity that I don't know what it was.
I'm sure you must be asking yourselves why would they keep such a protected specie in a pet store? I was currently asking myself the same thing.
"Guess you like spiders too huh?" I turned around to stare into deep green eyes that stared at mine. She had brown flowing hair with a bright smile on her face.
She wore a thin jacket worn over her sleeveless colorful top. Short skirt that displayed her fine milky tone thighs. She seemed to be athletic.
"I find them to be very interesting actually, Miss?"
"You can call me Becca. It's short for Rebecca" She extended her hand.
"You have got a very name fitting name Becca. I'm Jasper, it's short for awesome" I smiled and shook her hand. Causing her to softly giggle.
"Ok, Mr awesome, what do you like best about spiders?"
"I guess I just like the way they spin their webs, especially when they use it to catch prey. And what of you?" I said looking at the black fuzzy spider.
"For me, I admire its ability to survive in every given environment, it's very tenacious.." her eyes lit up.
"Are you from outta town?" I glanced at her
She looked surprised "How did you guess? I actually moved over to Swellview to stay with my mom not too long ago."
"Well you're actually smart, that's a rare trait here in Swellview" I commented.
She smiled again, "And I'm guessing you're one of few who have this "Trait"
"Yep, right on point" I nodded confidently.
*Cough* "cocky" *cough* she rolled her eyes.
"Says the spider woman. What even brought you here? To the store I mean."
"Well, you know, new city no friends. So I just came out for a walk when I saw this perfect specimen in the pet store. And I decided to try talking to him" she twirled a lock of her hair playfully around her finger. I liked her courage, and playfulness.
"hah, you must really like spiders." she playfully pushed my arm.
"Just kidding, how about I show you around town, maybe grab a smoothie while we're on it." I suggested.
She raised an eyebrow "Is that a date?" asking as if to affirm it herself.
"I'll have you know that I am not so easy young lady" I said with an upright tone
"Haha, lead the way fine sir"
Well this body was still a virgin. And this girl was cute. 1+1=2. Oh, Piper's birthday…. Yeah I'm busy. I'm sure they'll understand.
….
I wrapped my arms around her waist and stroked her back, my hands gradually went lower sliding down her smooth back and grabbed handfuls(heh) of her soft butt. "Mmm~nmm" she moaned her face separated from mine for a moment and then we went back to french kissing. Her warm hands slid under my shirt and began to stroke my chest and grab at my sides, it was almost like she was trying to feel every inch of my upper body. I grabbed her thigh and raised it higher, turning around I pushed her against the wall. She laughed softly and so did I.
"We need to get a room before we go any further" I spoke between neck kisses.
"I know. Uh~hh I'm not normally like this, I don't know why but I'm just attracted to you."
Beep beep beep! The alarm on my phone went off, I had more important stuff to do.
"This is great and all but we should stop here for now. You free this Saturday?"
"Yeah, wanna hang out again?" she asked drawing closer to my face.
"Yep, it's a date." I answered with a short peck on the lips. We fixed our clothes and walked out the alley with hands locked.
She looked at her phone and groaned out loud "Oh crap! My mom is going to kill me for going home late!" she then looked at me and smiled. "I guess it was worth it"
After hailing a taxi she gave me another peck on the cheeks and went inside. "Don't forget to call me"
I smiled "I won't" 'call you' I watched the cab leave and turned around to leave as well. Ring ring! I picked up the ringing phone, "Really tho, don't forget to call me, spidey"
"Spidey? Look I will call you when I get home"
"Yeah, you have me caught in your web" if only she knew the true meaning behind her words.
"Bye! Kisses" she added.
I hung up, she had unknowingly fallen into a rabbit hole of pleasure.
Ring ring! Again?
"Dude, Jasper. You didn't come for Piper's party"
"Yeah, dude I got caught up in something. I'm sorry, I really couldn't make it"
"Aww man, really? Well it's OK I guess. By jasp see you at school" and then he hung up.
It was easier than I thought it'd d be. Everything was going according to plan.
Henry stared at the phone in his hand, his thumb hovered over a number. With a decisive look in his eyes he clicked on it.
"Hey, Ray"
"Hi, kid what's up"
"Well, it's about Jasper, you-"
"Your weird friend, Jasper?" Ray interrupted sounding perplexed.
"Yes, he got even weirder…." Henry began to explain, at first he wanted to argue about his best friend being called weird, but he needed to get his point across.
The cool midnight air brushed against my ski mask, the soft purrs of homeless cats rummaging through garbage cans echoed through the alley, disturbing the calm silence of the dark. There were barely any people on the sidewalk upon making my exit from the alley.
I approached the closed pet store. Taking out a device from my backpack I slotted the thin key like piece of the motorized lock breaker into the key place and patiently waited while being on the lookout and keeping an eye at the hacking software's progress visible on my phone.
[87%…..96%...100%
Infiltration successful.
Alarm systems disabled.
Security cams on video loop.]
The virus would piggyback on the wifi connection of the petstore and from there it would have access into their computer and security systems. I needed to be in a close proximity to the wifi signal of the store for it to function effectively, hence the reason it just started.
Click The locks on the door slid open as a green light was displayed on the lock breaker signaling it's success. Pulling out the lock breaker I kept in the back pack.
I pushed the glass door open and made my way in. Sliding on the night vision goggles that rested around my neck, everything became brighter as my visibility was restored, but in green.
I approached the protected box display cage that held the black shag spider and confirmed that it was inside of it.
The cage itself didn't have a lock, it just had a sliding acrylic opening on the top which I proceeded to slide open. I inserted the three pronged soft claw like grabber into the box and above the now agitated spider. I pressed down on the switch and pulled out the grabber with the spider securely held in it. I then loaded up the spider into its prepared container and put everything away into the back pack. I pulled out a differently colored container and dumped its contents into the display cage. An identical spider was now in it. The identical spider was a black tarantula which was indistinguishable from the black shag spider, that was as a result of me carefully and meticulously painting it. Oh, the wonders of makeup.
With everything done, successfully so, I began to make my exit when I noticed the dark silhouettes outside the doors.
Crash! I had behind a shelf as a solid block of concrete was thrown through the glass of the doors. The concrete block slid to stop a right in front of the shelf I hid behind, pieces of glass spread all over the entrance.
Two men walked in, one significantly shorter than the other gave the orders.
"Get to the counter and grab the cash in the register before the cops get here!"
I guess it's my fault for tempting fate, but who would've thought of such a situation? Double robbery, what a scenario.
"Yes! Boss" the large one spoke and hurriedly ran to the counter, leaving the shorter one on the lookout.
I for one wasn't about to get caught with these idiots. The cash register was locked, there was no way they would be able to get it open in time before the police got here.
I could sneak out, but that would alert them even if I did manage to go past the short one, the pieces of glass scattered all over the entrance would clearly announce my presence. Meaning I had to dispatch of these two, immediately.
I unholstered the modified taser strapped to my thigh and turned it up to its third highest setting. I slowly approached him, sneaking quietly, I realized that I stood a whole foot above him. He was focused on the outside since he wouldn't suspect that anyone other than his partner was in the store. When I was in closest proximity to him, I made my move. I rushed at the dwarf, basically jumping at him. He instinctively turned around due to the sudden sounds, but I was already on him. I jabbed the taser at his exposed neck, but not before he landed a good jab at my sides.
I sharply exhaled, my eyes stung and pooled with moisture, my abdominal muscles cushioned some of the impact force but I was still affected as pain flared through my sides. He turned out worse as he dropped down convulsing and foaming on the floor. That was the effect of 300, 000 volts and 100 milliamps of current passing through the human body. I knocked him out with a clean wicked kick to the face twice, the second one was for revenge. I had no doubt the his partner had heard the scuffle, but the idiot was still trying to get the register open, and he was becoming more agitated with each passing second of being unable to.
"Stupid register!" He grabbed the bolted down cash register and ripped it clean off the counter!
I made a decision I would never regret, I sped out the broken doors as the sounds of sirens got even louder. I had no reason to fight that guy, I already took out the one blocking my exit path. I'm not some hero trying to stop burglars, I was the criminal who attacked them to cover my own crimes.
"Today on 9 o'clock News. We seem to have a new crime fighter right here in Swellview, caught on the police dash cam is the blurry image of the vigilante exiting the crime scene after disabling one of Swellview's most notorious burgers, the leprechaun, during the hours of midnight"
Henry turned his sight away from the screen .
"Ray, what do you think of this guy?" He spoke to his mentor, who was currently busy playing a game.
"Just some kid thinking it's cool to fight crime, don't worry about it." Ray stated, the disinterest in his voice blatant.
Henry hummed in acceptance, this wasn't his first time seeing vigilantes, in fact it was quite common in Swellview, but vigilantes never stayed long in Swellview, in his opinion, since he and captain man handled crime so well, the vigilantes would quit and disappear, never to be heard from again after a week of inactivity.
"Henry, the gadget iz ready." A man of short stature approached Henry, he had a headful of hair at the sides but bald at the top, and wore a mechanic's work suit. "Thiz, iz a dart shootah. You point it at the targat and pyull theh trigga. And bam, the targat is out cold, faintad" the man demonstrated the function of the handheld gadget.
Henry held the dart shooter and observed it "So when I shoot him with this he will pass out?"
"Yez" the man nodded.
"And then I bring him to the cave so you guys can have a look at him with the cave's computer"
The man nodded again.
"I don't know why we have to bring your weird friend here. Jasper, that kid has always been that way" Ray spoke.
"Ray, you promised you'd help" Henry reminded.
"Ok, ok." Ray nodded dejectedly.
I was amazed at how these people began to praise and call me a crime fighter when it clearly looked like I was escaping from the crime scene.
I observed the two nearly dead critters locked in the extraction chamber, I was hoping on continually extracting venom from both of them to further increase the efficiency and potency of my soon to be enhancements but unexpected situations cropped up. Who would've thought that the spider could only release venom three times in its entire life!? How does that even function? What setting drove such an evolutionary design? And then there was the Bush lizard's venom which would decompose in under ten minutes upon extraction. I tried all methods I could to preserve it but none succeeded, it was like an established law of reality that it must decompose in under 10 minutes of extraction.
So I had to change my plans, I didn't have enough venom to further experiment with. I had to take a very calculated leap of faith here.
…
After sanitizing myself and extracting 5 doses of venom from the spider, two past its own very threshold it was now clearly dead. The lizard wasn't looking too alive itself. The extracted venom was gathered in a transparent specially prepared glass vaporizer which was then connected through a network of tubes to a breather.
I sat on the surgical bed and slid the breather mask on. 'Now or Never' I hit the start switch, the venom vapour was propelled into my nasal and oral cavities by the breather through the tubes and the vaporizer.
The scent of acids stung and then numbed my nose, it tasted like insect repellent when it hit my tongue causing me to nearly puke.
I was hit with a mighty wave of nausea and disorientation that drove me senseless. I didn't have a single notion of where I was. It was like my brain was being slapped around on a supersonic spin, while my body was thrown through the inverse of space. Instead of floating I was falling(?) from one point to another And then I was served the biggest headache I had ever felt in my two lives. I had definitely taken a larger dose than Henry did, when he went through the augmentation process and this was the pain I had to endure.
I felt so sick, I wanted to quickly die. The bitter taste of pain kept rising at the back of my throat and I didn't know if I could keep holding it back.
…
For three hours and 30 minutes I endured the procedure and when it was over I puked through my mouth and nose. So much puke I choked on it, my body was then paralyzed so I laid there, in my vomit stained clothes conscious of it all.
In five minutes of laying there in puke, I regained control over my truly exhausted and beaten body. Dragging myself to the bathroom up the stairs.
…
What I theorized earlier was; the venom vapour would enhance the brain's neural functions increasing its ability to process information and the body's kinesthetic sense as well. Allowing you to possess superior Agility, reflexes and bodily coordination due to the brain being able to process the provided info at increased speeds and the body's capability to react adequately to it. So there would be a tremendously significant increase in perception, processing, reaction and response times of the body.
And I could now prove it. My mind just felt faster than normal, my thoughts and processing speed gained a very noticeable increase and so did my body's reaction and response.
Two large projectile shooters on both sides of me, sprayed an assortment of deadly objects towards me at prodigious speeds. My perception kicked in and everything significantly slowed down, not to stop, but more close to crawl. It's like it went from a 10 to a 4 in levels of speeds. And then my body reacted to it, to me I was moving at normal speeds trying to deflect each object by altering their trajectories and catching the ones I could. I did feel the air resistance but it wasn't past the uncomfortable limit. Time resumed it's normal course and the projectiles took wild turn and curves away from my position, with various small ones held in my grasp. I noticed that muscle fatigue seemed to be minimal. The venom truly enhanced me, because if I just gained speed without the body to support it, my stamina would hit rock bottom in a moments notice. I already noticed the increased metabolism I seem to have been affected with as well.
"Success" I said to myself. This was my first true step to becoming something greater, the first step on my path to transcendence.
I walked back to the main computer and began running more tests on my body.
*Boom! What a story. I really couldn't write anything for my other stories because this one kept pounding in my head! So there you have an honest to god evil protagonist, a story that's about to get dark. Damien thrown into a world of light and friendship, he is a wolf among sheep and he will devour them.
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P.s
The new chapter for the "Pyramid of Life" will soon be ready, I hope you're prepared for it.
Victory! *
