Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Raymond and Eleanor heard the staccato burst of an automatic weapon and froze. Almost immediately, they were nearly bowled over by a silver streak that veered around them at the last second. They fell back onto their asses on the soft forest floor. The streak returned to stop and stand before them. Eleanor stared at the two in shock as Raymond watched them cautiously.

“A big guy with a machine gun is coming,” one of the Silver People said, gesturing over his shoulder. There was a hollowness about the voice, but it was clearly English with a hint of an accent.

“Thanks!” Raymond said as he stood and helped Eleanor up. They heard the heavy thump of the running gunman approaching, so he gave his stunned wife a gentle pull. She nodded to him, then they tapped into their skills and faded into the darkness to slip away from the Silver people, moving off at an angle to avoid the guard as well. Their movements weren’t as smooth and rapid as Meixiu’s, but it sufficed to let them get away.

Thinking of Meixiu, they hoped she’d avoided the guard too.

-=-

Jake grabbed Brenda’s hand. “Did you see that?” he asked excitedly as he stared at the point where the couple had been standing a moment before.

“I did! How did they do that?” she gasped in return.

Their sped-up perceptions picked up the sound of the big guy’s approach. “I think we need to do something about this fella’s weapon before he hurts someone.” Jake picked up a rock and grinned at his wife.

“Agreed,” Brenda said with a nod.

-=-

Kenzie stood next to the bed and watched the man convulsing in agony. In the bright, cold light filling the room, every stretched tendon, every bead of sweat, and every tremor was brilliantly visible to express how much pain her sister was putting the man through. She wasn’t deluding herself to say she actually cared about his state. What was actually bothering her was the glee she could see in her sister’s eyes. She was enjoying this! Disgusting!

She stared across the bed to see Leslie’s excited expression. “There! He’s beginning to purge the poison! How is he doing it?” the doctor gushed as her eyes flashed green.

Kenzie frowned. Her sister’s eyes were blue. “What color are my eyes?” she asked.

Leslie didn’t even look at her. “Blue.”

“Look again.”

With an annoyed frown, Leslie glanced up and froze. “They’re green?”

“Something’s not right,” the administrator said and looked around. There was too much light. She turned and walked to the doorway, where she turned off the room’s light. They gasped in unison as a green light was coming through the ceiling to cover the bed. The Aurora Borealis! It was in the room! He had to be drawing it to himself!

She walked back to stand next to the bed and watched the man’s face begin to relax. He really was flushing the poison from his body. She reached out and ran her fingers through the green light. It felt… refreshing. Her jaw dropped open, and she looked across the bed to tell her sister what she thought the light was, but she wasn’t there.

The blade stabbed deeply into her back, almost thrusting up out of her chest. Leslie wrapped an arm around her neck to hold her in place as the dagger began to make its presence felt.

“Are you mad?” she choked out in shock. “You’re killing yourself too!”

“No, sister, not with Mèirleach Anam feeding me your life. Soon, I’ll never have to share anything with you!”

“How?” Kenzie squeaked at the name of the ancient blade. Already, she could feel the lethargy filling her as the edge drank from her energy.

“He brought it to me. His mind traveled to Mab’s castle. She used the blade on him, but he somehow got free and returned with it in his hand. To deliver it to me,” Leslie gloated, her excitement growing as her sister slumped.

Kenzie stared at the man resting peacefully at last on the bed. In the terrible lethargy, she momentarily forgot her impending doom. How was it possible for him to travel so far? His eyes… they were open, and his lips moved.

The explosion caught Leslie and Kenzie completely off-guard. The bed suddenly flew apart as each fastener and connection suddenly expanded. Metal shrapnel fired in every direction, one bolt passing through the thigh of the doctor. It was the side rail’s impact that knocked both of them across the room, breaking Leslie’s grip on the blade handle in the tumble. Kenzie ended up leaning against the wall next to the door while Leslie was on her stomach on the floor eight feet away. Mèirleach Anam was on the floor between them. Kenzie wanted to leap forward, snatch up the dagger, and plunge it into the back of her sister, but she was still too weak.

The room was getting darker as the green light faded. Her sister had attacked her from the darkness, and Kenzie wouldn’t allow that to happen again.

She stretched a hand up above her and managed to find a light switch. Pressing it produced a shower of sparks above the remains of the bed, and one light panel lit feebly. In the dim illumination, she saw the pile of scrap metal that had been the bed stir as a large horned creature sat up with a groan. The inmate had dropped his glamor, and she was looking at… a Satyr?

He was pulling the tubes and wires from his body, but the monitor had been smashed beyond salvage and sounded no alarms.

Her mind latched onto that. Alarm. She needed to trigger the alarm.

Once more, she forced a hand up along the wall and looked up to guide her hand to the emergency alarm. She tugged at it feebly until she managed to pull it all the way. A siren sounded in the distance.

Leslie groaned and whimpered, making Kenzie look to the blade in desperation.

She gasped as she tried to move her body and realized her leg was broken. However, seeing her sister drag herself forward, she tried to get to the blade first. The pain threatened to pull her consciousness away.

When her eyes opened again, she sucked in a frightened breath. Leslie was on her feet with the blade in her left hand as her right arm hung motionless.

“Time to finish the job,” Leslie chuckled.

She was looking into the mad eyes of her sister when they suddenly dropped as the woman fell through the floor. Her scream came up through the tear and slowly became quieter and quieter as she fell from a great height.

Kenzie looked to the Satyr, who was sitting on his ass, looking back at her wearily.

She could feel it. Her keen intellect was slipping away, faster and faster. The world was shrinking for her as she stared in dismay at the creature before her.

The tear snapped closed, severing her connection to her sister, and her eyes rolled back as she slid down the wall. Kenzie and Leslie were gone before their bodies impacted their respective resting places.

-=-

Henry watched in confusion as a woman, who looked so much like the doctor, keeled over and died. Even though he’d saved her from the homicidal doctor. It might have been petty, but dropping Dr. Bitch from a great height onto a lava field not only eliminated her evil, but it also destroyed her remains so she wouldn’t pollute Eden. The dagger was also finding a molten end, he hoped. He couldn’t be sure about that, considering the magic imbued in the weapon, but he had hope.

Opening that tear had taken almost the last of his energy. If he tried to open one for himself, he wouldn’t be able to keep it open long enough to get through it. They’d intentionally fed him poorly to keep him weak and compliant. His head spun with fatigue. He needed food and real sleep in that order.

He’d switched to his true form as he needed the additional strength just to remain conscious. He’d deleted the program for purging the toxins when he activated his exploded view program. The bed disassembled perfectly though launching the spell had been a big gamble. He would have been equally dismantled if the restraints hadn’t exploded into their base components at precisely the same time.

Henry pushed himself to his hooves and shuffled towards the door. He tried the handle, but it was locked. He lifted and pressed the woman’s hand against the plate next to the door, but that didn’t work either. He squatted down as he contemplated the door. He didn’t have the energy to kick it open. He was stuck, and the alarms had been triggered.

Shit.

-=-

Minkah stood in the garage before the car the Administrator had arranged for her. It was a piece of junk, but she wasn’t surprised as that woman was a petty piece of shit. Minkah sighed once more. She’d been standing before the bloody car for minutes, her mind looking for an excuse to stay.

She couldn’t deny it any longer, though she’d stubbornly tried. She needed to check on Henry. His ghostly plea for help had affected her more than she wanted to admit.

With an angry huff, she spun and marched down the hall towards the admin wing. Passing by the containment ward, she stopped and went to the door. She was surprised to see it was unlocked. She pulled it open and stepped into the hall. She didn’t know which room was Henry’s, so she looked into the first room’s window but saw it was empty.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

A muffled thump came from further down the hall. She held still and listened. When the alarm began, she ran out of the containment wing, but its door didn’t automatically close, sealing her in. Cautiously, she went back into the hall and saw a red light flashing above a door. She walked to it and looked in the window. The lighting was very dim, but the room looked like a wreck. The bed was a pile of smashed junk in the middle of the room, and a large creature was crouched closer to the door. It was broad-shouldered and had large ram horns. Its head hung forward in exhaustion. As if sensing her gaze, the head slowly lifted, and she was looking at Henry.

He locked eyes with her for a moment, then recognition came to his expression. His eyes dropped, and he slumped in defeat. That stung more than she expected it would. She opened his door but cautiously remained in the hall.

“Are you here to kill me?” he asked wearily.

“No. I was just hired to bring you here,” she replied. Then she spotted the leg of the administrator. She pulled her gun and held it on him. “You killed Administrator Kenzie?”

He gazed wearily at her gun, then up into her eyes again. “No… I thought I was saving her from the mad doctor who was trying to stab her. But she died anyway.”

Minkah’s eyes scanned what she could see from the hall but saw no sign of the doctor. “Is the doctor’s body in there too?”