Setting: Worm.
Devil
Chapter 2
My fingers thumped the table in an erratic rhythm with my index occasionally shooting out to make a pling on the coffee cup. The flat tv on the wall has an anchor droning on about the heroic achievements of last night, and the HVAC in the corner was letting out a quiet humming sound a tad louder than its usual to a sensitive ear. The sun was shining bright and cheerfully outside, a brief respite from the cold end of the march that has been punishing the city lately.
I smiled and turned the page in the document before me, my eyes trailing lazily over the words as my hand continued to take notes on my notebook.
It was an utterly mundane day in the life of Alan Barnes. And I'm loving it.
Oh, you can definitely say it was boring; the life of a law firm isn't nearly as exciting as the movies and games depicted. It's mostly going through paperwork, keeping up with dates, crafting legal documents, and building arguments for cases. It gets much more exciting in a hearing, or in a court, but in the law firms themselves; things are pretty quiet.
But to me, everything here was new and downright relaxing. Living Alan's life was like beating a hard game then going back to wreck the area were you once struggled to go through. Only it never, ever, got boring.
It's just, sooo amusing, facing the difficulties of a normal man and realize how frivolous they are now. I can memorize a document only by glancing over it. I can build legal strategies without even trying, honestly, everything seems so bright and ease that is a pleasure to achieve things, just because there was someone out there doing their best and not accomplishing anything.
Truly, the life of Alan was a cakewalk to my new improvised self.
I chuckled, turning to the next page and snipping some of my coffee. Good, as far as officer coffee goes.
The door opens, and my eyes shined briefly.
… And the people Alan interacted, they're so full of… possibilities.
"Well, if it isn't the hero of the hour!" I declared, letting the woman's annoyed look grow just for a second before continuing. "Finally managed to settled that damn Johnson case. Urg, if I have to see his face on more time… You saved us all once again, Carol!"
It was pleasant to see Carol Dallon's expression turning from one of annoyance to blinking surprise. Mostly because it was pleasant to see her in general, I even managed to make those fine lips of her curl up slightly.
"I did my duty." She said, hovering near the coffee machine. "Someone didn't watch the news I see."
Hm, so she does some a hint of pride, not unexpected.
"Even if I didn't, I'd know my now." I motioned to the tv, where a reprise of the New Wave's heroic arrests of last night was showing, the archon was saying something along the lines of how crippling of a bowl this was for the Merchants, and how it would lessen the criminal activities for weeks to come. I, who knew what was going to happen in the following months, found that hilarious. "Just figured you needed a break from all the people worshiping you all morning."
Carol let out a sigh, her whole body sagging for just a bit; I wonder how many people she could be this comfortable with.
A curious thing, Alan and Carol's friendship, it probably wouldn't have happened without Shadow Stalker demystifying capes to Alan's eyes. Capes tend to gravitate toward normal people who don't put them on pedestals.
"It's not something to be celebrated," She said, after a sip of her own coffee, "Squealer managed to escape, and the larger number we've apprehended doesn't matter. There are always more merchants."
"Yes, they do tend to multiply, I heard you complaining about it once." I turned the page on the document. "Still, it's a big win for the city, large arrests makes people feel safe, and this city needs to grasp every victory, we don't get those often."
I could feel her eyes on me while I drank from my cup. "That's surprisingly cynical for someone so optimistic. Bad mood?"
My smile grew on that. "Not at all, I'm just being realistic, the Bay has seen better days." I drank the last of my coffee. "Not to take away from your victory, of course, and it was a victory. Good work."
"Thank you." She leaned her rear on the table, right beside me. I sincerely doubt she was doing it intentionally, but the way the table cut the taut flesh of her ass on her practically skintight pencil skirt made my eyes linger. "What are you doing, Alan?"
"Having a look at the Billsmore's case," I responded.
"Billsmore? I thought that was Karen's."
"She had to leave early today, don't worry; I got permission before she did." I showed her the cover of the document to confirm my claim.
She raised her eyebrow. "And why are you having a look at a criminal case?"
My lips curled. "The field has been growing on me lately." I stole a look at the rack the women of her family were famous for as she leaned in to read my notes, the suit jacket could barely contain it. "I represented my daughter's friend last year for a slight misdemeanor and got a taste for it then. Been studying it in my spare time."
"It shows." She said, tapping her finger on the notebook; I took my hand away to let her steal it. "Your daughter's friend has a misdemeanor case?" I could hear her disapproval.
I thought about Sophia… and grinned, misdemeanor is the tamest thing that girl has on her record. "Teenagers will be teenagers as I'm sure you'll be able to tell. Has Victoria never been naughty before?"
Carol huffed, "'Naughty' isn't how I would put it." She flipped through the pages, her eyebrow rising once more. "This is really good."
"I try." The notes fascinated her. She was probably reviewing some of her own strategies in a new light, while tried to see how my ideas would work. And, as it's always the case when she concentrated too much, her sizable, dancer-like hips cocked softly to the size. A finger went to her mouth, where she bit it pensively.
Humm…
I was anything but prepared for the fallout the 'Carol route' would cause, but with she looking like that.
How could I resist?
"Wanna grab some lunch?"
"Wh-." She blinked at the sudden question. Turning her blue iris to me. "Pardon?"
I send her a smile, not one to make her heart skip a beat, but one to subconscious captivate her attention. Why go fast, when I could go slowly and draw out the enjoyment of it.
Carol was a woman to be enjoyed.
"There is a new Tai place down the street, looked like a perfect place to treat a friend."
She relaxed slightly, as expected. "You never asked me before."
Because even Alan wasn't immune to hero worship, but I see you very differently than he did.
"Then, that's another reason to accept, what do you say?"
She inspected me unbelievably for a second. I think this was the very first casual invitation she has received since she unmasked, aside from family and cape colleagues of course; having a mere civilian asking her out just like that must be a novel experience.
She opens her mouth to speak the expecting response.
"Ms. Dallon!" The receptionist suddenly pops her head in from the door. "Thank god I found you, ma'am. There is someone here wishing to speak to you." Silently, she mouthed: 'mayor'.
… I like this receptionist, she was quite bubbling and fun to be around, I tried to remember that as I imagined her head exploding into lava and her loved ones drowning on it. The mayor is also at blame, couldn't this fucker wait for five minutes before trying to latch to a hero's glory.
"Yes, I'll be there in a second." She turned to me, "Sorry Alan, duty calls."
I narrowed my eyes, but it wasn't hard to salvage the situation. "No problem, another time then," I said.
Carol stopped by the door. I could see her musing over.
"… What about, Thursday? I should have finished the worst of the week by then." She asked over her shoulder.
I smiled charmingly and delivered a low blow.
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of disappointing you."
Those kissable lips curled again, she didn't even realize how much she appreciated it, but I did, few things escaped my eyes anymore.
"It's a date them!" I said in a jokey tone.
She rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her.
It was just the television and me again.
I had planned for today to be my last day at the firm, Mr. Alcott was kind enough to provide me the perfect body double to keep that part of the day filled, but after that, I can see how investing a few days a week here might be of beneficial.
Umm, and she has a sister, daughters, and a niece of similar beauty.
… Definitely beneficial
-0-0-0-
The history of mankind is marked by important days; the death of Julius Caesar, the fall of Rome, the discovery of the Americas, the start of the World Wars. All were registered in the annals of human history as a point where the world was changed forever.
Today was one of these days.
I lifted my glass of whiskey. Twirling it around to see the ice mixing with the yellowish liquid. With a hum, I brought it to my lips, tilting my head as I let the burning fluid flow down my throat. The glass was then placed on the holder with a breath of appreciation, my smile pushing my features enough to make my mask shift slightly with it, creating the expressive micro-curl I was hoping for.
It didn't seem so complex, my mask. It only covers the top half of my face, but it transitioned so seamlessly that it looked like a continuation of my skin, if my skin was bright red, of course. I designed it so it would react to every shift on my expression, but not too much and not too naturally, so it would create a daunting uncanny effect for anyone standing close while appearing still for anyone at a distance.
I like that mask; I praised myself for its creation before coming here.
Tyrone's was bar quite distinct from the bars in the area, it appears to be just another hole in the wall with a hard-to-get entrance, but if you come in, you'll find that despite some of the shadiness present, this place had a downright tranquil and friendly air to it. The current patrons only contributed to it; again, they are the kind of person that will make you cross the street if you faced them in a dark street, but here, most of them were enjoying a casual conversation, playing games or enjoying their drink in comfortable silence.
A hard place, with hard men, that had a soft atmosphere.
I'm quite sure any softness in that atmosphere would melt away if someone unfamiliar invades the scene, this bar was purposely made to attend to a particular set of clients, anybody else was an unwelcome guess that better pay up and leave quickly.
Very quaint.
The glass met my lips again. I could hear three lines of conversations behind me, none particularly happy, but none miserable either, just some men spilling the week's little woes to their friends while enjoying some good beer on the side. The only one not with then was Tyrone himself. The bartender stood close to me, right behind the counter; mechanically cleaning away the bit of mess the last 'invaders' had left for him to deal with. He wasn't particularly annoyed or angry, contrary to what his stone expression might indicate, He's just not much of a talker and would be satisfied with a night with no more incidents.
Boy, he'll be disappointed.
Because last night, the merchant had suffered a significant loss in manpower, and that translate to an unbalance in the gang scene. Not so big that'd cause every big players in the city making a move, but enough to make a violent night.
And the firework started not thirteen seconds after midnight, right on time.
"Damn kids." Grumbled one of the patrons, a burly, red-haired man donning a bushy beard and a low ponytail, Carl, he's a dockworker, Danny Herbert probably knows him. "They don't know anything about subtlety anymore!"
His words were met with grunts of approval for the others. They all wisely got away from the windows, some even lowering down their decks, though more as a joke than anything.
Outside, shots continued to ring. And they will ring for quite a while tonight. This street will be hit the worst, representative of the three gangs will fight to present the size of their dicks, the police will get involved in about fifteen minutes and make things messier. The heroes will only get involved at the end when things are well and properly out of control because there won't be any parahuman action during this particular fight.
The shootout is far away now but will get there eventually, out of the ten, soon twelve men here, four will be death by the end of the night.
But that's in a timeline I have obliterated with my mere presence.
"The Druggies, the Nazis, or the Japs. Who do you think it is?" A slender, blonde man asked to the general air. Eric was his name I believe, a freelancer poetry writer trying to raise money for his elderly mother's medical bill.
"It's not the ABB, that's for sure." An older-looking, Asian man answered, he was known as Takashi to the neighbor he lives, but his actual birth name was Steven, only the people of this room knew that. He also did numerous works for the Azn Bad Boys, to his eternal shame. "We're far from their territory, and there was no order to take action today."
"Goddamn it! The shots are getting close." A flamboyantly dressed man cursed, he was wearing sunglasses indoors for some unfathomable reason. Stanley was his name, and he's a pickup artist living from the money of his conquests, and he's quite good at what he does. "Yo, T, you better ready the shotgun. Who knows when one of these lunatics are going to crash in."
"Way ahead of you." The bartender commented almost softly, even so, his baritone voice reverberated through the establishment. He hoisted a double barrel shotgun from beneath the counter; the weapon looked puny in his muscular, ebony-colored arms.
He was not the only packing heat; almost every man in the room had their hands on their holders, or with their weapons drawn. The only one who didn't was Stanley, who wielded a butterfly knight to match his cheeky grin until someone smacked him in the back of the head for it and gave him a gun.
The last of my whiskey flamed its way down my throat. I placed the glass on the counter with a firm thud.
The door burst open.
"Don't shoot!" A chubby, bearded man that would probably own a comic book store if this was The Simpsons cried out to the guns now pointed at him.
"God fucking damn it, Leeroy!" Eric voiced the general feeling of the room, but then he and the rest saw whom he was carrying.
"Those damn skinheads! Those damn skinheads, man! The fuckers came out of nowhere!" Leeroy cried as tables were pushed around so he could put his wounded friend over it. "Mike and I were with our guards down. Fuck! I'm so sorry!"
And just like that the atmosphere changed, no more these men were in an attentive guard for any outsiders, now tables were thrown to the floor to make cover and weapons were drawn with military efficiency, an excellent decision, after all; Leeroy came in carrying his very black friend, and with the Empire around, you could never tell if one decides to follow.
Tyrone, the bartender, pushed his way through the growing barricade to the wounded man, a first aid kit and a bottle of booze already on hand. The others had confidence Michal would be fine, Tyrone was one of the best back-alley doctors back on the glory days.
Unfortunately, the glory days are over, and this group had long since run out of luck.
"Shit!" The others looked back because having a doctor curse like that while treating a patient is never a good sign. "The bullet hit his aorta. He lost too much blood." He said as he inserted his finger in the wound to hold the artery together. "I'll need specialized equipment. But even so, without a transfusion right now…"
There was a brief moment to let the words sink in. "Wait wait, hold on! You mean Mike is beyond help!?" Someone inquired.
The dark look by the bartender was answer enough. The other men grind their teeth and turned toward the door, now hoping someone would come inside.
Their wish would've been granted in about fifteen minutes when a group of drug-up merchants would have come in seeking shelter and erupt this group fury as the result. By the end of the evening, four of these men would be dead, three injured, and five arrested… and the gangsters of all three varieties would retreat due to catastrophic loses.
There is where I threw a wretch at fate.
"Please allow me," I said it out loud, breaking the power of the ring on my right pinky finger and allowing myself to be noticed.
Everyone flinched and had the firearms pointed at me in the next second.
"You there, on the table," I said, ignoring the words of surprise and anger. "Heal."
Michel gasped loudly for air, returning to consciousness with a bang. The hole on his chest has closed in an instant, and a new batch of blood suddenly poured down his veins.
That was enough to give everyone a pause.
"Wh…What!" The once wounded man gasped, "The fuck is happ…" He tried to stand, but in his disorientation, he ended up falling from the table instead. Somebody went to his side and shushed him.
The ice inside my glass clacked, I swirled it around calmly, enjoying the shock and growing apprehension behind me. It only when one of them approached that I turned. If they weren't on guard before, they are now that the mysterious masked man had shown his full appearance.
I circled the booth to look at the nominated leader, leaning on the bar in a confident posture.
My eyebrow rose at Tyrone, but I should have expected the most level headed to be the one to speak.
"Who are you?"
"The future." I oozed, bringing my suddenly full again whiskey glass to my lips. "And you are a brotherhood without a cause… I believe we will get along greatly."
A micro-frown appeared on the black man's neutral expression, behind him the other kept the parahuman on their aim the entire time.
"You know who we are." It was more of a statement than a question. I answered anyway.
"Disillusioned men who seen the worst of both sides on the law, and once upon a time banned together to bring order to at least one of them." I passed my eyes over each one of them, an unnerving action I believe giving that my mask has turned my eyes into bootless abysses. "I was surprised too. I thought the men who used to work for Marquis would have left the city by that point, or sell out for Coil."
My word shook them. It was only natural, unlike their companions, this batch tried their best to integrate themselves back to the society, they didn't expect anyone to find out about them, or come looking for them.
"How did you find out!?" Steven called from the back; he was one with most to lose, having a family and everything.
"My magical ring told me." I chuckled; the honesty was lost on them, of course. "So, men of Marquis, I have a proposition for you."
"Usually not a good thing, coming from a man with a suit and a devil mask." Tyrone deadpanned.
I smiled. "Oh, did you like it? I thought it accentuates what I'm all about."
"And that says a lot." The bartender grumbled. "If you know about those days, and you not here to kill us, I can only assume one thing… And the answer will be no."
"No." I tilted my head.
"Those were different times back then, we were cruel men, and did many cruel things." The bartender slowly moved to my side, grabbing a cloth to wipe out the blood on his hand. "Now days, we wish nothing more than a quiet life…"
"In a city that is slowly breaking down," I commented, each man still aiming at me, and Tyrone was deciding if he was going to try anything. Good choice; depending on my power, I could be subdued like an average human, but he is too smart to act without confirmation. "With three factions gawking its soul from its bones while those who are supposed to defend it do nothing because they are too afraid to dirty their sparkling white capes. Is it possible to live a quiet life in a place like this?" I rolled my head to the bartender, my mask showing my eyebrow rising. "When was the last time you or Michel walked on these streets without looking behind your shoulders? When was the last Steven used his real name in front of an Asian person? When was the last time Stanley went out with a girl from another race without fear of someone taking exception to that?"
The men shifted uneasily for the depth of my knowledge, but I could feel the agreement growing. "Evil blooms when good men do nothing."
"Implying that we were even good men in the first place." Tyrone closed his eyes.
"To whom's perspective? It can't be from the people living in Marquis' territory. For most, it was the most peaceful time of Brockton Bay."
"That peace." He grumbled. "Was maintained with the suffering of the few."
"And now most a suffering throughout the city for the benefit of the very few." I looked across the bar; the weapons didn't have the same resolve from before. "There will always be crime, people will always suffer, and they will always die. But under Marquis, there was balance."
"And Marquis was the one who decided who would die for the sake of it." It came quietly. "He didn't have the right."
"Why?" I asked. "He gave peace and happiness to those under his rule. He proved that life was better under his rule than outside it. You helped him do it. You believed him." I turned to the man again, my voice carrying all the world's sense. "Are people happy now?"
Tyrone very methodically reaches under the counter, producing a shot glass from it. The violence outside was approaching, growing in intensity. Inside, weapons were lowered.
"I can see why you choose to dress as a devil." The bartender downed his whiskey. "Do you have a name?"
"Faust," I announced that name that will soon be at the world's tongue.
"Of course." He poured another drink before looking at me from the corner of his eyes. "Every other day there is a new cape trying the same thing you are, from both sides of the law, they all ended up dead or part of the system they tried to change. What makes you any different?"
Well, it was only natural.
"I can back up my words."
Perhaps they could feel the weight in this sentence, for they didn't speak for a while after it. I wouldn't put past them; it takes a particular kind of man hold on to their beliefs to that long.
Eventually, Tyrone looked back, evaluating the situation around the room, then he turned back to me.
He won't try anything anymore.
"… Let's hear your proposal."
On this day, because of the arrest of several of their members, the Merchant acted more violent than usual at the edge of their territory, picking a fight with the Empire Eighty-Eight in the process. The shootout grew in stale and size so much that ended up attracting the Azn Bad Boyz, and later the police. Things only truly ended when the hero teams of the city got involved. Normally, this incident would have been the talk of the year, but for Brocton Bay, the year 2011 was just beginning.
In this timeline, twelve men exit a bar on the corner of the street, twelve men with a long forgotten fire in their hearts. Their experience and discipline would end the fight before it escalated, and the gangs would think the other gang was responsible for their defeat.
Many lives were saved tonight for their actions.
I placed the glass on the counter of the now desert bar, right next to the empty whiskey bottle.
And so, the first piece falls in place, and the events that will shake the world are put in motion.
I smiled, thinking about things to come, my blue magic ring tried to tell me about the future per my wishes, but I stop it. There is no fun in knowing too much about what it's to come.
My other nine rings scintillated in the dim light as if to complain about their lack of use. Honestly, my yellow 'stranger' ring and my blue 'thinker' ring worked perfectly. I can't wait to test the other ones-
And at that moment something 'pinged' in my head. A power outside the self-imposed rules I placed upon myself to make the cape game fun, a power I created outside of my rings.
For a second, I felt dread. It was an interesting experience, and I'm glad to have felt it. I need reminders like those from time to time to not let my head grow too big, my powers are still growing and I'm definitely not invincible yet.
I let go of the hold on my Blue ring, and let it fill me with the information about what my 'alarm power' was reacting too.
Did Emma try to follow Sophia on her patrol again, honestly that girl-
It wasn't Emma.
The knowledge filled my mind.
And my dread melted down into something colder, deeper…
Darker.
-0-0-0-
I appeared at the end of a residential street in another part of the city. My feet met the ground in a casual rhythm as I made my way to the loud music at the end of the street. My stride was calm and controlled, for there was no need to hurry; no matter how long I take, I will reach my objective in time.
Because I said so.
Of course, Faust stayed behind in that bar. I'm walking the streets as Alan Barnes again; the handsome, brown-haired man wearing a moderately expensive suit rather than the all mighty parahuman dressed in a million dollars black suit and a devil mask.
The yellow ring on my pinky was hiding the presence of the other rings though because I'm too lazy to give myself their powers. Reciting all those complex power sets out loud would be a pain in the ass, so I decided to just wear them for this.
After a minute walking, the illuminated house where the loud music was pulsing from coming into view, with a small crowd of college students and their younger high school counterpart doing stupid teenager stuff around it, there was more inside of the house of course, in fact, it was packed to the brim.
Ah frat parties, it brings so many memories.
Rolling my eyes at the pig dressed like tinker bell ruining down the street as a group of laughing idiots tried to catch it, I made a small detour into the dark woods beside the house. It didn't take long before I found a slender girl with long brown hair and wearing a tight black dress snoring against a tree. Her black panties still on her ankle and the place where she relieved herself still wet.
I crouched beside the girl.
"Hey Robin, wake up."
My words were all that was needed to bring the girl back to consciousness, naturally.
"Guuhh!" She grumbled, rolling her head to her hands. "My heaaad… urggg I'm gonna to die!" And my presence was finally noticed. "Ah, fuck! Oh… Oh, it's you mister B."
I chuckled, there are some advantages at being the famous 'cool parent'; teenagers are a lot more relaxed around me, and they're much more willing to talk. Though I now know they hid much more than Alan had imagined.
"Indeed, I've come to get you girls," I said with a lopsided slime. "Unless you want to stay, of course."
"The music is making my head explode from here, there is a shit taste in my mouth, and I feel like I've been run over by a truck." She placed her hands on her ears in an attempt to muffle the sound. "Yeah, fuck the party."
"Well, let's get yourself in the car. I honestly doubt you'll remember much in the morning." I said it, so it became the future.
The girls whined painfully as I helped her up, I took a step back when she suddenly threw up.
"Let it all out." I stepped to her side and held her hair and supported her body until she finished. "Feeling better?"
"I think I eat something weird."
"No my dear, you drank."
"What?"
"Don't worry about it."
And with that, I brought the girl to my car, which was suddenly parked on the sidewalk a block from the party. Robin fell asleep as soon as she hit on the SUV's comfortable leather.
One down, three more to go.
No one bothered me as I walked inside, why would they? I was practically part of the scenery, like a common vision that has been seen so much that now goes by unnoticed. Kids subconsciously got out of the way for me to pass, but that's it.
One more I congratulated myself for the yellow ring, the ability to be noticed only by what I wanted was extremely useful, I also mentally thanked Aisha for the inspiration, even though the girl doesn't have the power yet.
Inside the house was what I expected; a sea of youngest packed together in a large first floor of frat house area, doing what young people do best; drinking or fornicating.
Normally they would also be throwing sarcastic remarks to each other, but the music was too loud.
I considered my paths for a moment before going to where I was needed the most.
There was a formation of couches on the corner, and around these couches was a group of laughing bystanders filming and taking selfies, I flowed my way around them to the center.
"What do you guys think!? Hahaha! Don't you think the bitch looks much better now!?" Cried a curly-haired girl who was pinning another on the couch. The pinned girl was wiggling uncomfortably, breathing hard as she meagerly tried to keep the permanent marker from drawing more humiliating things on her face. "I think this look fits you much better! Don't you think so you fucking dyke!?" She snarked sardonically, smiling evilly to the girl under her. "Now you have the mustache you've always dreamed about."
"Fush you, you bitsh!" The girl reply was lethargic and lazy-tongued, her rather petty face was a mess of lines depicting dicks and mustaches mixed with a messed up Goth make up. "I'll fushing kill you for this!" And no doubt she could, her very defined musculature under the torn punk getup was proof enough.
"Hahaha!" The girls who clearly belonged to the curly-haired's group laughed. "Hey Princess, let's take her clothes off, you can give her a full body tattoo next, Hahaha!"
"And by the end lets put the marker up her ass! She should be able to take it by the size of the stick she keeps in there!"
The leader laughed. "Excellent idea! But I got something better for this dyke." She turned to the crowd, more precisely their cameras. "You better keep filmingKYAHHHHH!"
Hum, she sounds like a daddy's girl who's never been spanked, believe me I know the time.
"Who are you phycho-" Before she could finish I used the grip I had on her jungle of a hair to pull her out the punk girl and threw her to the floor. My following kick knocked her and the front row of her teeth out.
A shocked, localized silence followed, it took only a single glare to make the wild white knights among them rethink the decision they're about to make. After making sure no teenager would annoy me, I addressed the crowd. "You will all drink so much tonight that you won't remember me in the morning, all the videos you took do not exist, and you two." I pointed at the two girls belonging to the curly haired group. "Will get fat by the end of the year. Now go back to what you were doing."
And just like that, the crowd turned, and the party continued as nothing had happened. I moved to help the pretty punk girl.
"Are you ok, Jasmine?"
She worked to formulate a response. It helped that we went through this kind of exchange before. "Itsh Jaz… My namesh Jaz. Fush, Mr. B, I told you a million times."
"You did." I send her a warm smile. "I'm here to take you home."
"…Yeah." She croaked. Hands going to wipe her face.
Her tough girl act lasted for a few seconds before the sobs started.
I gently hugged her as she cried against my chest. I didn't say anything because whatever I said now would make her feel worse.
We stayed like that until her sobbing stopped.
"…Don't tesh anyone about thish." She said slowly, still holding on my chest.
"Got it." I smiled, still stroking her head.
Eventually, we separated. She looked much better with her usual frown.
"…They put some shitsh in our drink." She grumbled quietly, still fighting the lazy tongue. "I don't knowsh where the others are…"
"Don't worry about that." I stroked her short brunette hair one more time. She must be really drugged up because there is no way she'd lean against my touch if this wasn't the case. "Just come with me to the car, ok. Everything will be alright.
When I was back the frat house again, I paid no attention to the floor and crossed it directly to the back, where the extended party was happening at the pool. Hm, these kids are taking advantage of the fact the cops are busy tonight to crank the volume up to eleven. Very amusing.
I found the next girl I was looking for dancing on top of a table at the center of a filming, cheering crowd that consisted mostly of young men. The short girl was joyfully following the song subjection of 'shaking your booty' and her small, perky breasts were bouncing around just as freely as her blonde twintails.
She was basking in the male attention around her and how they roared every time she played with the hems of her tight shorts and lowered it some more.
With a passionate look and pouty expression, she swayed her hips in a slow, enticing way, before perking her bubble butt up and bring the short down. The crowd went mad with the sight of the sky blue g-string that made its appearance; it matched the color of her eyes.
And of course, as she was sliding the piece of clothes down she bent her torso until the tip of her twin tails were touching the table, so none could miss anything.
The crowd acted like the horny monkeys they were by leering the round, bubbly globes separated by a thin string and the blue triangle forming a perfect mold of the girl's privates. I was above such primitive behavior, of course; I appreciated the pale globes like a sexy piece of meat they were.
The crowd started offering money jokingly, until the girl began accepting them seriously. Pretty soon, wads of cash were decorating the string around the twerking hips.
Heh, the girl's got a calling, I can't but wonder what her father's face would look like right now.
I walked to the front row and waited for the girl to notice me; raising my eyebrow when she did.
"Mr. B!" She cried, jumping from the table and latching herself at me. This was somewhat unexpected, but I did an excellent job at not falling to the ground. "Oh my God, it's totally gucci to see you here!"
"Hello, Stacy I see you're having fun, as always." To my surprise, the girl was just drunk.
"Oh yeah, this party totally rocks!" I gently let my grip on her hip go, allowing her to slid to the ground. She kept the grip on my neck though. "Uh… what's that?" Her hands moved down to my chest, feeling what her torso did on her slide. "Oh my god, Mr. B! You got a hot bod!"
I rolled my eyes playfully, all while directing my ring to mess with the confused crowd's perception. "I try to take care of myself."
"I can see that." Her button nostril flared as her fingers continued to find out how unyielding my muscles are, and the format of their definition. Before I knew it, she popped my suit jacket and four of the buttons of my shirt, sneaky girl. "Yep… We should like, totally fuck."
Her bluntness yanked a laugh out of me.
"Stacy, I'm your friend's father, and I'm married."
"So? That just makes it hotter." The girl actually moved her hand to my pants and closed her fingers over my genitals. "Oh yeah, …we definitely need to fuck."
I grabbed her wrists her and pushed her hands away, not that it stopped her from rubbing her breasts across my torso. "We'll talk next time when you're less drunk. I'm here to take you home, so let's recover your clothes and go to the car."
The blonde opens a cheeky grin. "I totally didn't hear a 'no' there, Mr. B~."
With the three girls safely tuck away in my car; I could focus on getting the last one.
The most important one.
I strode into the house one last time… calmly got to remember to be calm, there is no way for me to arrive too late… and I didn't want to lose my temper around a bunch of dumb, but innocent kids around.
So slowly, controlled, and very stylishly, I made my way upstairs, crossing the wide, door filled corridors and stepping over some couple who were too horny to reach a room.
I stopped at the last door, the one further on the corridor, right in the corner. It's impressive how insulated this part of the house is, I could hear the music clearly, but the pulses were more noticeable than the lyrics. I wonder how insulated the room itself is.
My hand fell over the handle and turned it. Several heavy locks specially placed for this night automatically opened with this turn.
The door opened, and the space-time continuum did a flip because I clearly stated that I would arrive just in time. So no matter what stage the events happening behind the door were, the moment I opened the door, it was at the beginning, for I was just in time to stop it.
A drugged up and tearful Anne whined and cried for help as her clouded mind registered my silhouette. The boy behind her had his hands on her naked breasts and appears to be roughly twisting her pierced nipples, the one in the front of her was successfully fighting her meager kicks so he could finish pulling down her bright red thong. These two were too busy with the hot red-haired to play any attention to the new arrival, but the other three definitely noticed; two stopped the process of stripping their clothes at directed me a shocked look of fear and disbelief while the last one sent me a cheeky grin and a thumbs up and went back to managing the tripod and cameras; he was clearly under the influence of something.
I step in and closed the door behind me, too many locks loudly sealing up shut without any prompting.
The two more aware boys noticed that, blinked and started to cold sweat, as they should.
"Aha!" The one fighting Anne's legs raised her thong high. "Finally! Now let's have a look…"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"What the fuck-" He flinched so bad he fell out of the bed.
The accident finally brought the attention of the one getting handy with Anne's boobs.
Funnily enough, I recognized two of them without my blue ring telling me who they are; I was contractually obliged to hate them at one point.
That said, I let the knowledge of everything about these boys into my head and immediately gained a clearer picture.
"Hello, Mark." I said to the horrified one on the floor, "Hello, Ian." I said to the one preparing the cameras, he sent me a little wave but stopped when his slow mind began to work who I was. "The others I don't know, but I can make an educated guess based on the presence of these two."
One of the boys who I never had the pleasure of been introduced to, but knew now was called Marcus, drew up to his full height, which was imprecise even for a large African American boy, and step forward. His attempt of intimidation was obvious and pathetic.
"Yo Bitch, who the fuck are you!?"
Anne answered that for him by throwing herself forward and away from the boy molesting her breasts, her naked body crawled wobbly in my direction, still clearly under the effects of whatever they had given her. She raised her arms at me, exactly like she used to do when she was a toddler, only without the clouded look of despair.
"D-Daddy!"
A shocked silence followed, broken only by my daughter's soft sobs.
"I hope that answered your question," I said as I walked to the bed, sat down, and pulled my daughter to my lap.
With Anne crying and trembling, but properly secure within my arms, I turned my attention back at them.
"Mister Barnes" Marks voice cracked like a little girl as he tries to address me. "I… We… We can explain…"
"You don't need too." I said calmly, "I know everything." I looked around the room as each of the boys took a step back, not even mister tough guy was willing to try anything. "I know that each one of you was once my daughter's boyfriend. I know that she, quite literally, played with your hearts in the cruelest ways possible, I know she used you for money, cheated on you, spread rumors to break down your confidence and make you more dependent on her, used underhand manipulative tactics to get what she wants, and finally threw you away when she got bored or when you didn't have anything more to give… Boys… I know exactly who my daughter is, both of them, now that I think about it; they got it from their mother." I smiled when Anne relaxed in my arms; she finally succumbed to the emotional exhaustion. Good, she needs to rest. When she wakes up, this would all be a bad dream. "Frankly, every woman in my family is a giant bitch with capital B."
Another boy, Brian, blinked in surprise, but he was happy to grab on to anything that might take him away from this fuck up situation. "So you understand why we band together to humiliate her, right? Like, we're only trying to give her a taste of the pain she caused us."
I closed my eyes and nodded. "Of course I understand."
The boys visibly relaxed, they looked at each other quite happily. Mark spoke. "So you will let us go, right mister Barnes? We will put this all behind us!" The others jumped awkward agreement
… Let them… go?
I.
Smiled.
"I see… boys, there is something that you are missing in the picture there." My sweet Anne wasn't letting me go anytime soon, but I didn't need to move, I just needed to speak. "My daughter is a bitch, yes, that is undeniable."
"But she also my daughter, you little dumb cunts, do you even know what this means!"
Ah… What is this terrifying aura of colors? Oh… My agitation is affecting my magical rings… Whatever, the thrash before me are whining in fear, and that's all that matters.
"It means she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants! Do you understand!?" I roared, a dreadful breach of manners I know, but I couldn't help it; I had to make these fuckers understand. I fucking hate when sinners think they're righteous. "Who did you think she was!? Just another girl you can drug and rape!? This girl shares my blood for fuck sake, that alone makes her leagues above any other rats calling themselves human beings down there! She is a bitch, yes, but she is also a princess, an angel, an fucking goddess! You hear me you undeveloped apes! THIS WORLD IS MINE AND MY WOMEN'S PLAYTHING, AND IT IS THIS WAY BECAUSE I SAID SO!"
I cleared my throat. Taking the reins over my temper.
Goodness me, where did that come from?
The music outside has stopped due to the unexpected earthquake that has hit the city. My blue ring was telling me quite a lot of people were dreading the Behemoth… I got to remember to do something about that later.
For now, though, I lowered my eyes to the boys. Two has passed out for sheer terror, all but one has soiled themselves, and they're all white a sheets.
"No boys, I won't let you go," I explained carefully.
"In fact, you will never leave this room ever again."
-0-0-0-
My car slowly parked beside Jasmine Clark's house; the only one of Anne's friends not living in the dormitories.
The punk girl was painstakingly wiping her the drawings off her face with the help of the pocket mirror she has stolen from Stacy.
I looked at her from the rear mirror. "Everything ok back there."
"Yeah, you're right it does come out with water." She turned the napkin she had on hand, licked the clean on the side of her jaw. "Thank god the cunt was too dumb to use a permanent marker."
You're welcomed.
"Well, we arrived," I informed.
"Um?" She raised her green eyes from the mirror and noticed the car has stopped. "Oh crap sorry!"
I laughed and waved her away. "Just go inside, take a bath, and have a good night sleep. You'll feel much better in the morning.
"Yeah…" She said quietly as she opened the door and stepped out. She didn't close the door immediately. "… Is she gonna be alright? I mean the fuckers took her upstairs."
I looked at my beautiful red-haired daughter sleeping peacefully on the passenger seat.
"Don't worry about her, Anne is a tough cookie to crack, you know. It'll take more than a near-traumatic experience to bring her down!"
"Tough… cookie." Jasmine repeated in an ultra-deadpan. "You're weird Mister B. Now I know why Ann complains so much."
My smile crumbled. "H-Hey now, that's mean, you gonna hurt my feelings you now!"
"Whatever." The punk rolled her eyes and closed the door… or rather almost. Soon, it opens a little to show Jasmine blushing face.
"O-One more thing… y-you were super heroic tonight you… T-that isn't to say I find you cool or anything."
I slowly blinked at the mighty display of cuteness and gave the green-eyes punk girl a genuine smile. "Thank you, Jasmine, I appreciate it."
And her pretty face went from blushing, to 'lit on fire' in a single second.
"W-Whatever!" She cried and slammed the door.
I waited until the cute punk was inside the house before starting driving again, this time there were only my daughter and I on the car.
She started to move about halfway to our house.
"Uhgg… Dad?" She tried to push herself, but the seat belt proved to be too much resistance for her weakened body.
"I'm here Anne," I said.
She let out a breath and tried clumsily shift on her seat, "I had this… weird ass dream."
Now, to tell her or not... Eh, tomorrow trouble. "What about?" I asked absently.
"Like, you saved me for something… It's hard to remember." She brought her hands up to massage her eyes.
"Weeell, I did just rescued you from quite a doozy young lady. What do I always say about those kinds of parties?" I spoke with my best dad voice.
"D-Doozy, oh my god dad, stop talking like that!" She facepalmed despite her headache. Huh! What rudes daughters I have. "Now I definitely know it was a dream.
"Yeah sweetie, it was just a dream. You should get some rest now, I sure things will make sense tomorrow." I already cleaned her organism of any drugs, but that doesn't mean she's fully recovered.
She moaned groggily from her dizziness but tried to get comfortable on the seat anyway. That made me smile; it's cute to see my rebellious daughter so compliant.
"You were awesome, you know." She commented in a yawn. I didn't bother to hide my shit-eating grin.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, you were super cool." She answered dutifully, looks like she is more honest in this state. "Like, you burst out of the walls like a superhero or something, I totally didn't believe it was you at first." She curled more on the comfortable leather of the seat, her red-ish brown eyes that she inherited from me blinked somewhat drunkly. "You were so awesome…"
Oh dear, my nose will hit the ceiling like this! My container of dad pride is filled to the brim- CODE red: It's overflowing! Hehe to have one of my cute daughters praising me like that…
"And…" She yawned. "So sexy."
… It took me a few seconds to register what she said.
"Sexy as hell." She said again, this time, the words were accompanied by a slight quickening in her breaths. "Like, your hair wiped back in that way that makes you look like a movie star, and that wearing that suit the shows your yummy muscles each time you flex… Hng, you've been so sexy lately…"
I turned my attention from the road, and to my daughters.
"Mnn… Mom's so lucky." The tiny moan was whispered from the wet, well-shaped lips. Her eyes were still closed and her chest was heaving up and down, the seat belt pressing between her tits accentuated how tight her shirt was, her sizable breasts were perfectly molded against the fabric in a way that that engorged, dark pink tips were showing on it, the tiny metal pins from her piercing make it an even more interesting sight. Below, pass her tight, barely covered belly, her fingers were sinking in the soft flesh of her thigh, her other hands traveling up, pushing her short, pleated skirt with them.
…
… Well then.
"Oh? And how long did you think I was 'sexy'."
"Since I was like, fourteen." Her hands softly traveled up and down her thighs. I made a note about their placement and the way they were moving. So, she likes to tease herself hum? "You and mom forgot to lock the bathroom once. The door must have opened a little at some point and…. I figured I should take some blackmail pictures but then… I ended up watching the entire time… Hum, so wild…"
Anne pulls a sharp breath, as her hand appeared to have reached her target. Her next words carried little sighs. "Since then, I've always…"
"It's that why you acted out so much?"
"No… yes… maybe… I liked... mmmn… I liked when you berate me." She subconsciously moistens her lips we that little pink one of hers. "… I liked… being the bad girl…"
A grin slowly spread on my face.
"But you are Anne, what other kind of girl would masturbate in front of her father while thinking about him."
"Ehh! What!" Her eyes shot open and she finally noticed where she was. She pressed her thighs together and pushed her skirt over it the best she could; it didn't cover much, given its length. "Shit! I'm sorry I… Oh shit shit!... Dad, I can explain."
I let out a heavy breath. She misinterpreted my reaction, of course; turning herself to the side the best she could and contemplating jumping out of the moving car.
And her thick, pale thighs are still trembling in excitement… Hm, being discovered had that much effect on her? Heh, just like her mother, I wonder if Emma also has the same side.
My daughter's mind still squarely like a teenager's even though she is already on the age to move past it - another traits she inherited from her mother, I suppose – so, of course, she became conflicted between the decision of jumping from the car and pretending to sleep, no once the thought of discussing this like an adult crossed her mind. But then again with that level of embarrassment, what did I expect?
Time to turn that embarrassment into something else.
She flinched with my hand dropped on her shoulder, still holding on the sudden unconsciousness act. I let my fingers rub over the area, my thumb going to her back and massaging what it could of the tense, trembling muscles.
Once she finally started to relax a little, I tittered my fingers lower.
"…D-Dad?... ngh."
The trail descended over her shirt until it reached the exposed skin of her belly; her early movements had revealed quite a lot between the shirt and the skirt. I laid my palm of over the slightly cold skin of her side, repeating what I did on her shoulder. This time the fingers descend the smooth curve of her back and felt the faint but usually invisible muscles on the front. I definitely made the place warmer.
Anne was turning back now, on her eyes, a confused look, on her cheeks a growing blush.
"Dad what are you…"
"Shhh." I swoosh her with a soft, attractive grin, that alone caused her shivers. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
My cute, sexy daughter made a strangled little sound with the back of her throat. Her whole body tensed when I lowered my hand to her skirt.
I played with the soft fabric and by extension the skin below, my touch caused a more visible reaction this time as the leg began to buck slightly each time my fingers pressed down.
The fabric twisted under the trail of my fingers, revealing more and more skin, which I savored from the corner of my eye. She sighed when I started trailing the contour of her round ass.
"Dad…" She finally turned back, fully sitting on the seat again. The position made hard to play with her ass, so I shifted to her thigh instead, the taut flesh trembled under my touch.
"Holy shit." She breathed, eyeing my large, masculine fingers rubbing the soft skin of her thigh.
The poor thigh didn't know what to think. This is wrong her mind said, yet the intoxicated feeling of having her longtime forbidden fetish manifesting before her eyes stopped her from doing anything about it, the end result was a rapidly growing fire that only I had the control. But there was still some conflict inside her.
Lets put those to rest.
"Ah!" Anne gasped a moan; she smashed her wet lips together with a shocked look. "Holy shit, Holyshit!Holyshit! Dad, you touching my…"
"Yes…" A twirl of my middle finger over the soaked fabric of her thong made my child moan. "Isn't it the best thing you've ever felt?"
I said it, so it was.
"Ahhh!" Her hips bucked under my hand, I could feel the increase in moisture from touch alone. "Holy shit it never felt like-Mgmmm!"
"Relax baby, let me take care of you."
My daughter's pussy was perfect, as expected for a woman of my family. Its outer lips were fat and plump, and molded under pressured in the most delicious way possible. The elegant silt was slightly parted due to the pleasure; it has a pure velvet texture that just drew me in. I can feel her soaking entrance constantly dripping on the thin fabric, and I could imagine how tight it was; a tightness only a young college girl who works out often could achieve.
And above it all, there was something fun.
"MMG!" Anne grunted. Her hands had flew to her mouth sometime during my exploration. I chuckled, pressing the engorged button once again, "Mmmmhhh!"
"Well, look at that." I moved my eyes from the road to her widened ones. "I didn't remember giving permission for this piercing."
"Ah…Ah… Dad…"
"Moaning to me isn't going to work young lady." My voice was sonorous and heavy, a proof of how much this was turning me on. "You've been a bad girl."
"Hnnng!" The hips bucked again. Her trembling legs obediently spread open to allow me full access, it was almost if she knew what's coming. "Oh fuck."
"And bad girls need to be punished."
I inverted my fingers under panties, passing over the little patch of wet red hair to directly touch my daughter's pussy for the first time. She was in the middle of a gasp caused by the rough touch, but I didn't let her finish as I soon invaded her insides with two of my thick fingers.
The gasp, a moan, the wail, and another gasp got locked in her throat for a single moment, before coming out as an uneven mix of sound that would give me pleasant dreams for days to come.
"HolySHIT! Dad, Dad you're fingering me!" Her wide red-ish eyes blinked in my direction; each of her words was pointed by a breathed moan. "You're fingering, you're finger-OHMYGOD!"
Hum, a single wiggle brought her this close? It seems like this was turning her on more than I thought.
"Ohhhh, Ohhhh, W-Wait Dad, i-if you continue-OHHHH!"
Warm, moist, soft, barely bumpy, with good movement that has a tendency of subconsciously milk anything inside, clearly an A-grade pussy with the potential to become S-grade if she learns how to use her internal muscles to her advantage; just like her mother when she was her age.
This is, without a doubt, a wonderful pussy.
"AH, Gah! AHH! DoHA DON'T Ohhh! Don't move SO SuddenlyAHH!" Decide if you want to hold your moans or talk, my cute daughter. "OhhhhShit, D-Daddy!"
The wall's clamping threated to rise in intensity; I started feeling some fluids begin ejected on my palm. I went even deeper than before for a brief moment, then pulled back entirely.
"What!" Anne gasped, breathlessly. "What the FUCK dad!? I was almost-"
"Language, young lady!" I send her a stern glare so unexpected that it almost finished her off. I was always the cool dad so when I got serious stuff happens. "This is a punishment, remember. You will not grow cocky on me!"
"M-Meep!" Anne breath out, her nostril flared as a powerful shiver assaulted her body.
I made a note on that.
"Now, let me see what you did."
"What?"
"Did I stutter!?"
She tensed and gulped, the bush on her cheeks doing the impossible and becoming brighter than before. A "Yes Daddy" Was uttered in a quiet tone and it almost broke my stern expression
Her hands went to her hips, and the bright red thong was slowly pushed down to her ankles, she had to do a little jump top pass it over her plump asscheeks. Then she spread her legs the best she could, and dainty raised her skirt.
"… I can't see it."
"What?"
"You heard me, young lady. Show me your pussy properly!"
"Ah!… W-when you say it bluntly like that…"
Anne looked around almost desperately. Her new eagerness to please me was… delicious.
Finally, she had a devilish idea and lowered the back of her seat until she could lie on it. Her long, shapely legs curled up and spread. She even raised her hips and little to help me see it.
And there it was, a beautiful, shining pussy reddened by my touch and eagerly dripping for more; it was like a fount of infinite happiness.
"H-here is my pussy, Daddy." She didn't need to say it, but she did, and it made everything better.
"Yes, I can see the proof of your naughtiness." I suspect her clit was like her mother's once, but now with the tiny piercing that left to shining metals pins on each side, it was enlarged to become truly fat, no wonder she was so sensitive.
"Honestly Anne, you and rebelliousness." I reached down and pinched. My daughter's back arched immediately as her loud moan filled the car. "What am I going to do with you?" I started to test it by slightly pulling for side to side.
"OHOHOH, I-I IMMMMNNN! AGAh! I'mmm Ah Ah I'm sowy OHOH Da-adDY!" Hum nice reaction, I wonder if…
I pulled.
"UOOOWWWWW!" Her hips followed me, of course; I almost lost the hold on her orgasm with that one.
I relaxed the pinch and her hips fell back down the seat, I only needed a single look to her face to know how much she enjoyed that.
A closed masochist like her Mother? Honestly, this girl was trying to make me fall in love by this point.
"Nooo… why Daddy?... I was sooo closed." She whined childishly.
"I already said Anne, don't make me repeat myself." She woofed as I buried my fingers deep inside her quivering walls. "This is your punishment."
…By the time I parked in front of our garage, Anne was wailing and sobbing.
"Please daddy Please Hyahhhh! IM need IT! Please, Daddy! I'm Sorry Daddy Oh Ohhhhh! I wonnnnn't! bE a BaDD Girllll Anymore! Please, PLEASE, PLEASE DADDDYYYY!" She was so on edge now that I single touch was all I need to set her up. The very air and the lingering feelings were doing most of the works now. "I NEED TO CUMMM!"
I grinned, watching her hips bucking her melting pussy into the air, "Very well baby, it has been enough."
She gasped in pure relief, but it quickly changed to another shrill wail that shook the car as three of my fingers pierced through her love channel. "GAH! C-CUMMINNGGG!"
He body tensed violently as she threw her head back and lost her voice, a series of powerful squirts hit my palm before I removed my hand to let it splash over the glove compartment and the windshield. Her body stayed tensed for almost a full minute as the layered orgasm assaulted her nerves, before falling back to the soaked leather and began to twitch from the aftershocks.
The intensity of the mightiest orgasm of her short life couple with the fact she still weak from the effect of the drug caused her mind to shut down while her body rode the pleasure. She went into a weird time of pleasure-induced; sleep-like coma that would soon cross the line to true sleep if nothing else was done to her body.
I looked at her, looked at my very sexy daughter sprawled on the leather seat, soaked in sweat and other squirting fluids, noticed the way her full breasts pushed against the tight, now see-through fabric of her shirt, and watched as her messed up face gasped from the waves of pleasure caused by my actions.
My pants were tight before, but now they threaten to explode, how could I have missed such a beautiful specimen for by target list?
Well, it's not like I'll ever commit this mistake again.
I licked my lips. Looks like my new life will be more fun than I imagined.
