Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“Yes, you can be free of the pain if you just let go,” an ancient voice whispered to him.

He paused as he’d heard that voice before. It’d terrified him then, but now it was trying to ease his suffering?

“You… you’re the witch.”

“Yes,” she replied.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Free me!” he cried.

“No.”

He was rocked by the indifference in the voice. She had no compassion at all. But… wasn’t this her fault?

“You brought me here, to this time. That makes you responsible for my fate!” he reasoned.

“No.”

Despair washed over him, then rage.

“Why the fuck did you bring me here if you’re just going to let me die!” he screamed.

She was quiet for a moment, then her whisper returned, but she wasn’t really speaking to him. “A contingency plan, hmmm. A final and desperate option, not meant to be used unless all other options failed. The boy activating you was unexpected, but his fate is so tangled now, I couldn’t see it coming.”

Once more, he felt her indifference to his fate and shuddered at how cold the crone’s voice was. He was somehow… less than insignificant to her. He thought he picked up a wistfulness when she spoke of Henry. Maybe he could use that.

“My fate is intertwined with Henry’s-”

“Fool. Your fate is nothing… but you can serve one last purpose.”

-=-

Sigrid turned to Carl. “Since you got what you needed from the boy-”

She took a single step towards the young man taped to the chair when Carl spun and stabbed his claws deep into the boy’s chest and ripped his heart from the cavity. Sigrid watched his head come up in shock and despair. He was looking directly at her when life left his remaining eye.

Carl tossed the gore into his mouth and swallowed. He shuddered from the energy this small meal fed to his trembling muscles. Then he turned his bloody grin to Sigrid, and she almost launched an attack. She held back at the last second when Roy held up a hand before her.

“MMMmmiiinnnne,” Roy growled, and Sigrid looked at him in surprise. She recalled he’d said it was impossible to speak in this form. Roy flicked his eyes her way briefly as he nodded to her, and she stepped back as she nodded in return. She wouldn’t interfere.

“Kill the fucker,” Sigrid growled, and Carl snorted in amusement, obviously supremely confident of his victory.

Everyone moved back to give the two big Weres room to maneuver. Carl’s body was slightly larger with a longer reach, but Roy’s movements were smoother.

The initial clash happened almost faster than the eye perceived. Carl surged forward while swiping his deadly claws at Roy, who was suddenly inside his reach and scoring a slash along the inside of Carl’s outstretched arm. As Roy leaped past, Carl spun with inhuman speed and managed to rake the claws of his other arm across Roy’s back. Both stepped back cautiously and assessed their injuries.

Carl’s arm was already healing though it wasn’t functioning properly yet. Roy was healing too but not as quickly. He was at a disadvantage there.

Sigrid frowned as she traded a look with Mary. They weren’t going to let Roy die, but they couldn’t interfere.

Roy was just going to have to fight smarter… or Carl dumber. She smiled. Maybe she could help with that.

-=-

Administrator Kenzie reviewed the video as the motion detector caught something at the lane entrance leading to the containment center facility. She watched a car stop, and three people get out to look around. A short time later, they got back in and left. It could be nothing, but it could also be something. She was willing to waste the time of an orderly, sending him outside to confirm. She paged one of the dimwits and gave him the order when he called in. He actually sounded pleased to get the opportunity to be violent. It was in their nature, after all.

She put it out of her mind and called Dr. Leslie. They were treating each other with extra frost ever since one of their inmates disappeared. She had yet to submit the report on that event to Minister Hoek.

“What? I’m busy,” the doctor demanded.

“With only three patients to take care of?” she fired back.

There was a pause as she could hear Leslie grinding her teeth. “The new one is presenting additional challenges.”

Kenzie frowned. “You strap him down and drug him. How much of a challenge can he be?”

The doctor sucked in and swallowed her angry retort. She didn’t want to disclose the man’s ability to leave his body and still affect his environment, so she went in a different direction.

“His metabolism is unique. It’s too sensitive to tranquilizers and sedatives, so finding a proper amount to administer has been very challenging. The order was to keep him unconscious but alive. He’s fighting everything I give him.” She stifled a cruel grin as she thought about the delicious pain he was going through from the current treatment. How he survived and bounced back each time was an intriguing mystery, and she found that thrilling! She had so many more experiments she wanted to try on him. But first…

“Why did you call?”

“I must submit a report regarding the missing inmate. How do I explain how he vanished from a sealed cell without a trace? You were the last to see him. You sedated him. This won’t look good on your record. Certainly, it’s a black mark on mine, but I wasn’t the one to lock him in the room,” Kenzie suggested.

Leslie ground her teeth as she was being thrown under the bus. “You know very well, my bad fortune is yours, sister.” Leslie spat the final word as she loathed the idea of being related to this bitch, much less being her twin.

“Then give me something I can use to protect both of us!” Kenzie spat back.

Cornered, Leslie was forced to play one of her hidden cards. “I-I believe it was the new arrival. He has… abilities.”

Kenzie was immediately suspicious. She knew her sister too well. “And you’re only reporting them now? What kind of abilities?”

Leslie sighed. “When he’s drugged unconscious, his mind leaves his body. In that state, he retains the ability to manipulate his environment. He was likely the cause of the disturbance in the cafeteria. I think he moved the missing patient outside.”

Kenzie was silent as this would get them off the hook, but she was still suspicious about why Leslie kept it secret from her. She would have to be extra vigilant around her.

Since their early childhood, they’d been plotting against each other when they were told they had a conjoined life force. They couldn’t be further apart than a few hundred yards, or they’d begin to mentally degrade. Together, they maintained their genius-level intellects, but apart they could slip into a vegetative state. Neither could tolerate the idea of being dependent on the other, but they were trapped. Each looked for a means to escape, but so far, it had been fruitless. Could Leslie’s hesitance in reporting the abilities of their new inmate indicate she was up to something? She would have to be extra cautious, but she wouldn’t let on that she knew.

“I can work with this. Don’t hesitate to keep me in the loop in the future,” she said with her usual scorn.

“Whatever,” Leslie said and disconnected.

Her phone immediately chimed, so she answered. “Yes?”

“The sky is green.”

Kenzie recognized the dull voice of the Ogre she’d sent outside. “What do you mean it’s green?”

“The sky is all wiggly and green but only above,” it said, the effort to explain the phenomenon taxing its vocabulary and its limited intellect.

The Aurora Borealis was above the containment center? That wasn’t good. It would draw attention to them, and that was something she couldn’t abide. The memory of the three standing by their car flashed into her mind. “Check the grounds. We may have trespassers.”

The phone disconnected, and she frowned at the receiver. Was he following her orders, or did the clumsy oaf just drop the phone? She called and sent the second Ogre out to assist the first.

In the meantime, she was going to personally check on their recent arrival. The strangest phenomenon did seem to revolve around him.

-=-

Meixiu was perched on a tree branch watching two Silver people hiding amongst the trees behind a garage structure. She wasn’t sure what to make of that. She’d seen them on TV, and they’d protected the Glass People, so that meant they were the good guys. She’d also seen a group working for the US Military, and those were people the Hidden Races needed to avoid. Humans now had people working for them that might be able to expose the Hidden Races. She couldn’t take that chance.

When the big guy suddenly walked around the side of the garage and spotted the two Silver People, he lifted a nasty looking little gun and pulled the trigger. The bullets ripped through the trees where the two had been only a second before. A small trail of kicked up leaves from the forest floor suggested the direction they’d run. The thug with the gun ran after them.

Meixiu was about to follow when her cell vibrated. She glanced around to confirm she was alone, then pulled it from her inner pocket and quickly read the text from Sigrid. More company after Henry? Not good! She needed to get him out!

She sent a quick reply about spotting the Silver People. She hoped Sigrid would have some advice on what to do. This situation had rapidly grown beyond her ability to deal with it.