Crazy Seduction(erotica)

The golden rings caught up to the battle, and one after another, the inner workings within the remaining clouds exploded, dropping their shiny debris onto the streets below.

The battle over, Henry’s mind drifted down to street level, and he stared in horror at the devastation around him. Not everyone survived the skirmish. People in cars had been roasted alive by the plasma. Out of control vehicles had plowed into pedestrians, and shattered multicolored glass could be seen where these collisions had occurred with people in the process of becoming the Glass People.

Henry now understood how they were created.

Then he saw her.

So small and precious… and dead.

The infant must have been thrown from one of the crashed cars. Henry wanted to do something for her, but he couldn’t even cover her body in his disembodied state. He was powerless.

When he next became aware of his surroundings, his attention was drawn by a large group of Glass People slowly wandering around in shock.

As he moved closer, the Glass People nearby stopped and looked at him. They could somehow see him, as the ones in the gymnasium had and Xiong did on that mountaintop. He could feel their fright, so he did his best to assure them. In his private thoughts, he wasn’t sure how the local government would react when they found the people changed like this. He feared they’d be treated as the other Glass People had been, or worse.

He wished he could open the door to Eden. Then they could join Xiong and the rest.

He continued floating through the streets, seeing the thirsty soil absorbing the rain but unable to feel the fine mist which continued to fall, the remnants of the dying clouds. He tried to make sense of the aftermath of the battle, and each time he met them, he eased the fears of the newly transformed. A small flash of gold light up ahead drew him to the scene of a man who still seemed Human. He was soaking wet and laying in a puddle with a big grin on his face. He had a fine gold wire mesh with dull yellow stones at the wires’ intersections in one of his hands. In his other hand were some strips of tin foil. Henry watched as they melted against his skin, sliding up his arm. It didn’t cling to his clothes but slid underneath, bonding to his skin. Henry could only watch as it covered his face and continued into his hair and down over his other shoulder. Henry felt like he was holding his breath, but the man in the puddle didn’t seem to notice. He suddenly stood up and began to run up the street, faster and faster, until he zipped away and out of sight.

He couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed. Henry looked around and spotted more of the amber stones and gold wire. These stones were glowing with golden light, and there were more strips of the silver foil very close by. He realized this was the shiny debris he’d seen dropping from the dead pseudo-clouds. He reached out to touch it.

A tugging sensation began, and Henry found himself sliding away from the mesh. He couldn’t deny the pull. He floated back the way he came until he arrived in a wide plaza next to some apartment towers. The Glass People were congregating there and calling for the others to join them. This was the tugging sensation. They were speaking through the magic. He suddenly recalled the Glass People from the gymnasium and how they’d called out to him, pulling him to them through the magic in him.

He also recalled Xiong calling out to him that night, so he moved closer to the group’s center. The ones standing there seemed to be the ones rallying the others to join them. Henry reached out a phantom limb and touched the one who appeared to be the leader. His fingers passed through the glass surface, but his connection felt like it was boosted considerably. He sent an image of Xiong and the sensation he’d had when he’d communicated with him. He showed his memories of Eden, and suddenly the Glass People became very excited. He felt their hope.

Henry was beginning to quickly tire as he felt a significant drain. Communing with them in this state took so much energy. He left them with a sense of urgency to reach out to his friends on the other side through the magic. Then he pulled back and let himself float upwards to rejoin the flow of the Global Overlay Spell. It trickled energy back into him, but he was so weary. He wondered if it would feel different if he did this when he wasn’t injured or inebriated.

The light dazzled him once more, and he thought the pseudo-clouds were having another battle, but it was just the sun as he flew towards the daylight side of the planet. Below, nothing seemed familiar. He was lost once more as the Earth turned below him. He felt a monstrously large presence over what might be the Pacific Ocean, then he was beyond it. Then it was dark again.

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He watched the man-made lights below as he passed over what he thought might be the west coast of the states, then he was plunged into the relative darkness of the mountains and the plains beyond.

Henry was so tired. He just wanted to go home. How much longer was he going to be trapped up in the sky?

Where was his body?

John F. Kennedy International airport was crowded and noisy, which suited Minkah’s purposes. While she was weary from her long flight from Cairo, she preferred to arrive when the airport staff were busy and stressed. While she didn’t enjoy the long queues and being immersed in the smell of Humans, the time she’d spend under the customs agents’ scrutiny was usually shorter.

Not that her paperwork wasn’t perfect or would raise a flag. She’d been doing this for a long time and was a master at getting through international travel hubs with no ripples at all.

Minkah Kamilah Nassor Meskhenet, born in Cairo, Egypt. Age, 30 years. Sex, female. Height, 178 cm. Weight, 63 kg. Occupation, Security Consultant. She wasn’t carrying a weapon as she would be supplied whatever she needed by those contracting her work. Besides, she was a weapon. She used her looks to distract her opponents as well as customs agents. Every target she’d faced underestimated her due to her beauty. She was tall and long-limbed with a tight, lean body. She had wavy jet black hair to mid-back, a light tan skin tone, a heart shape face with full sensual lips, and intense, expressive eyes, one of which was light amber while the other was a deep shade of blue. That was all the distraction she’d need to get past airport security.

She’d been requested by the Hidden Races Council in New York months ago, but she’d been occupied hunting the killer of Thane del Neev, Investigator for Western Europe. Her investigation yielded no results at all, which was evidence in itself. She’d never encountered such a complete lack of information. No one saw anything or remembered seeing anything, at least. She didn’t count it as a failure on her part as she’d been exceptionally thorough, almost to the point of driving some potential witnesses to file nuisance charges against her. Nothing had shaken their conviction that Thane had been alone when he died, and none recalled why he was there in the first place.

She sighed as she inched closer to the customs desk. She casually watched the people around her. All Humans, as far as her sensitive nose could tell, but she was right in the midst of them, so that was not an accurate test. She smiled to herself as they had no idea they had a Bastet standing next to them. She felt eyes on her and ignored them once she determined they were just drawn by her beauty.

Then it was her turn to present her documentation, and she’d lucked into an agent who looked like he was well past done-for-the-day. A few curt questions barked at her, a curious look at her mismatched eyes, her passport was stamped, and she was through.

Walking across the arrivals hall, Minkah reflected on the last time she’d visited the city. It was so many years ago. She had no friends here. Truthfully, she had no friends anywhere. She never felt the need to get to know anyone, as she might have to kill them.

A slight smile came to her lips as she heard the happy squeal of lovers reuniting, their kisses passionate and demanding, and their arms holding each other so tight. She mildly wondered what that might feel like. She’d taken lovers over the years, but none of them had truly satisfied her. She’d never returned to a lover once she’d bedded them. Her string of disappointments prevented her from actively looking.

Minkah prided herself on being self-sufficient. Perhaps that was just a trait of Bastets, as shapeshifters had a reputation for deception. People seemed to feel uncomfortable around her, so it was for the best that she remained alone. She had no problems finding company to share her bed on the occasions when she felt that need. It was better to be able to cut them loose directly afterward.

Instead of relying on others’ validation, she found satisfaction in being the best at her job, eliminating threats to the Hidden Races. She was an assassin.

She was hearing reports of the number of risks increasing and their frequency accelerating. For her, this pattern began with the red-eyed sound tracker in the Nuclear facility. That one had been disturbing, and she’d found it immensely satisfying to kill the creature. Especially since it had killed and partially consumed a fellow assassin.

She’d found the look on Heller’s face amusing as he’d seemed so surprised, yet it was his report she was acting upon. The other assassin had been summoned by the facility manager as she’d seen his report was filed a full day after Heller’s.

Maybe Heller thought the other assassin had been the one he’d ordered. It no longer mattered, but she still enjoyed the memory of his look.

She sank back into the cushions of the cab’s seat and gave the driver her destination. Soon they were making their way into the heart of the big city.

While killing brought her no thrill, completing her missions neatly and efficiently gave her a deep sense of satisfaction. Her reputation was spotless, and she’d never failed in a mission.