Chapter 3: Chilling occasion
Khael's House, 08:34, January 25
Khael woke up in the morning with a pain in his shoulder. The knife was impaled deep and luckily his healing factor saved him from losing a large amount of blood. The pain was still there but the wound quickly healed which turned into a scar.
Although Khael has an enhanced regenerative ability, the process of it is very agonizing. For example, Khael had an open wound and could only be cured if it's sewed back together however, Khael's skin does the sewing. From both sides of the gap, the separated skins will slowly reach its other until it covers up the wound. If this were to happen, Khael will feel his skin being stretched out.
Khael lifted his head and then his body off the sofa. Scratching his head, he looked at the kitchen and hoped that Amelie left some soup in the pot.
The door of the bedroom soon opened and Amelie came out from it. Her long hair was still smooth looking and not a single strand appeared ugly. Her shirt slightly hung on her shoulder.
She noticed Khael's presence and both of them stared at each other.
"Good morning" they said in unison.
"How's the shoulder?" Amelie asked while walking to him.
"Great," Khael replied, "Want to see?" Widowmaker raised a hand in denial.
Khael's stomach rumbled and produced a noise so loud, Amelie heard it. She smirked at him, mocking him. He looked at her but instead of being angry or annoyed, he decided to touch the spider's web.
"Would you be a dear and go cook something for us, hon?" he lifted her chin between his thumb and point finger.
Amelie's body jerked and removed herself from Khael. He laughed heartedly at her reaction. Amelie couldn't help but punch the wound she inflicted. She left the scene and went into the kitchen.
Amelie's POV
I don't like where this is going. I'm supposed to be heartless. I don't want to feel anything, I just need to do my job.
Those were the phrases that kept haunting me since the day I called this place home. No matter how much I tried, I always end up thinking of him, his soft lips violating me and- I hate myself for being too vulnerable.
I rinsed off my face with the water from the sink and finished having a tooth brush. I saw the cooking pot from yesterday, still sitting on the stove, and peeked at the inside.
I thought it was still edible but when I got close to it, the soup smelled awful. It was so disgusting that I didn't have any second thoughts of heating it up. I pinched my nose so that I could not smell the horrid odor it was releasing. I grabbed the pot's handle and poured the spoiled food on the sink.
I opened up the fridge and without a doubt, it was empty. The last of our- his food supply was gone and I had no choice but to go 'shopping' with him. I could just ditch him here and let him rot to death but orders are orders.
Khael's POV
I was very lucky to found a home with running water and electricity. Even if there are holes and debris, this house is a keeper. After the wars that passed through here, water became super important that people would kill for it.
Most of the water and pumping stations were occupied or maybe up to this point. The rebels and armies tried regaining control over the infrastructures and businesses that produce necessities for the mass. Due to their conflict, no one really seemed to permanently hold it.
Same goes with the electricity. Power plants, dams and others were being taken over as well.
From time to time, neighbors come to visit me and give me food, clothes and even water, clean water. In return, I help them defend their homes, repair it, construct defenses and even play with the children. They just want to live a normal life again. Some of them left to find a new place to live in and some were unlucky and found Death on the other side of their doors. Still, I admire their courage and willpower against these events.
When there is peace, there is also violence. There are others who prefer to be scandalous and harsh in survival. They will not hesitate to kill a person if they found out that he/she holds a huge amount of foods, materials, parts, medical supplies, etc. Sadly, I am one of them but I kill those who deserve it.
I went outside and saw snow falling from the sky, along with it were ashes.
"Winter is coming" or it already came because of the fact that there were snow already on the floor.
A soft and gentle breeze touched my face and it was chilling. I shrugged and embraced myself with my arms before going back inside the house. I looked at the small heater against the wall, facing the sofa. I made it with the materials same with the stove's. I changed my attention and looked at the stack of firewood beside it.
"Not enough" I muttered.
The winter in Russia is pretty cold and the holes of the house only makes it worse. Without enough heat, both of us will freeze to death or die in sickness. It's easy to catch a cold when it's… cold.
"Hey, we're out of food" Widowmaker said, standing by my side, "Want to go shopping?"
I noticed she was wearing her purple jumpsuit again and that weird google helmet. I knew what she was up to when I saw her gun on her hands. I wanted to deny her but we both knew what we needed.
"Wait here" I told her and went to the bedroom.
Amelie's POV
"These are the places we can scavenge," Khael said with his eyes focused on the map placed on the table, "Choose whatever you like and we'll be off"
"You know this place like the back of your hand, enlighten me" I said.
He nodded and pointed at the top black circle with the label Hospital, "Lots of food and meds here. A doctor and a couple of nurses lives there, some patients too. We could steal their food or we could exchange medical supplies for them. Not heavily guarded but there are soldiers standing by"
Next, his finger touched another circle, next to the Hospital, namely, Brothel, "Porn house, not abandoned. This place still runs but occupied by bandits. A good place to collect things. Every week their supplies are refreshed and new. Don't know where it comes from but sure as hell they give good," he was about to point at the circle, Military Outpost, but he looked at me and said, "Another thing, when I said it still runs, I mean prostitutes still work there"
I'm not sure why he gave me that information. I pointed at the Military Outpost circle and he continued describing.
"Ahh yes. My personal favorite, the outpost," I looked at him and saw a smile growing on his face, "Just like the brothel but better. Not because of the supplies but because of the rebels and soldiers that fight for it. I go there for the fun, sometimes the loot but mostly the fun. Why? Because you get to kill of course!"
He began to laugh but it was weird and unpleasant. Like someone possessed him. I pointed to the next circle and he stopped from acting like a maniac.
"That's where my children live," he casually said and I was dumbfounded and also a bit of disappointed, "Oh not biologically. Children at heart. In short, their dogs and a couple houses them, helping them in any way. They have a lot of loot but I suggest we skip this one. Dogs are like humans too you know"
I rolled my eyes at the phrase and pointed at the last one with a red cross. It doesn't have any labels, just a red cross.
"That's not a place for loot nor battle. It's where she is buried," he grabbed the paper by two ends and folded it into a pocket sized one, "The love of my life"
I sighed and said, "What a waste of good ink" I hated this kind of talk. All gloomy and then sad. It makes me sick.
"So, where do you want to go?" he asked, burying the map on his pocket.
"Brothel"
The Haus, 11:42, January 25
They both arrived with no problem at the back entrance of the workplace.
Khael wore a black bulletproof armor and pants he used to wear in the army. It was fit yet flexible, allowing acrobatic movements. His boots made out of a special material, suppressing his footsteps.
He had his trusty knife holstered on his right leg and a silenced USP .45 on his left. His ACR behind him, strapped.
Widow's outfit was top notch, even if it looked like an ordinary jumpsuit, it's almost close as being bulletproof. Lightweight and flexible, as well as fit. Quite revealing but it's how she operates.
Her equipment was still the same. The helmet that could see through walls. Her sniper rifle that could turn into a short range automatic rifle and her grappling gun. Khael saw her grabbing a mine looking thing but unsure what it does.
"Alright," Khael said, "We could go for the silent, wait-until-the-right-moment type or just barge right in and kill them all but the supplies would probably stop from renewing. Which want do you prefer?"
"Silent entry" Widowmaker replied. Her helmet automatically covered her eyes, forming into a mask allowing her access inside.
She saw numerous pair of humans having sex with different positions from different areas. She carefully took the mask off and let her eyes return to its normal sight.
"Should have picked the outpost" Widowmaker regrettably said.
Khael's POV
I told Amelie to remove her weapons and gadgets and leave them behind the trash bins. She did and once she's back, I knocked on the wooden door.
It opened and a huge shirtless guy appeared, maybe 7 feet tall. He was ridiculously fat and his body was filled with tattoos.
"What you want?" he asked with a very deep voice.
"I am here with a girl who roamed around my territory. I want to sell her" I said with control.
Widowmaker acted like she was beaten by someone and lowered her face. Good.
The fat man looked at her for a minute and seemed to be happy. He let himself out, gesturing us to proceed. I smiled at him before punching him on the face.
One punch was all it took. The fat man fell on the snowy ground and didn't react to my punch.
I returned to Widowmaker who slapped me and went inside the building, her equipment in place again. I followed her and whispered, "The food's on the upper floor and the parts are below. Choose"
Amelie pointed up and I took the lead from then.
Last time I went here was last month when I was looking for a lady who was lost. The family offered me food, shelter and even the hand of the woman just to get her back. I searched the area casually, acting like I'm looking for a good time. When no one was looking, I entered the basement and saw a fat guy having sex with the girl I was looking for on a mattress. I was about to engage in combat but she was screaming for more and begging to plant his seed inside of her. I saw her body filled with bruises and scars. I hid behind the lockers and waited for the guy to go upstairs. Once he did, I rushed to the girl and took her back home. The family couldn't accept the girl anymore and killed her with a gun. The father and mother committed suicide at the end.
I never came back to this place until now.
I could hear a lot of moaning and grunting all around but it didn't distract me. I took slow steps, looking at corners just in case someone might catch us. We both arrived at the stairs and I heard footsteps coming down. The steps were heavy and it sounded like they were carrying something. I also heard doors being opened and shut. They were checking the rooms.
I looked behind and saw a door facing the stairs and opened it, dragging Widowmaker with me.
The room was well lit with red lights. The aroma was arousing too. I closed the door and faced Widowmaker, "Amelie. We can take them but it's too risky. They have connections and will hunt us down if we made the wrong move so do me a favor," I removed my upper armor as quickly as I could, "Remove your suit"
Piemaster: I felt that Widow needs to be more expressive and being cold hearted just sucks, y'know? Just giving her some love!
Lord Ponto: And by interesting you mean?
A/N: Hello guys. Sorry for the delay, got a little problem at home. So yeah, here's the new chapter. I did this in one single rush from 12 in the morning up to 3.
This chapter was focused on Khael's past experiences and the next chapter would probably contain a lemon scene.
I am open up to suggestions so feel free to leave whatever you like.
Again, I am not fluent in this language so bear with me.
Ans thanks for those who followed and favorite this, kuddos to you!
I guess I'll wrap this one up.
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