Audacity Chapter 4
*I have sent out a few requests for beta readers; however I am in desperate need of more… If for whatever reason you find yourself coming back to this fan fiction you might notice dozens of grammatical fixes and a few sentences that were reconstructed. So far that is only myself editing my crap. However if anyone would like to come forth and beta read for me they would speed up the already rather quick updates I put in.*
The next day after some great sleep, I stared at the mirror in the opened closet, wondering again whether or not to simply give myself the order to 'obey myself', or to simply dive into my memories. Regardless of what I was going to do, I was reluctant to alter my mind.
Just one fucked up word and I could accidentally kill myself… Or make myself a vegetable.
I shook my head, clearing myself of these thoughts. I needed answers, and I needed them now. I had set up the computer to record everything because, according to my field tests, I shouldn't remember anything before and during the hypnosis of my own Geass. Double checking to make sure the recording light was still on, I turned back to the mirror and flicked my Geass to life.
{"Remember all your lost memories!"}
I couldn't help but shout the command at myself, hoping it would increase the chances of success. I seized up for a brief moment, unable to take control of my facilities to look away. To be completely honest, I don't remember anything after that until I came to. I found it incredibly unusual as I was sprawled out on the mattress, and there was a lingering scent of burnt flesh in the air.
"What the hell happened? And why don't I remember anything new?" I asked while rubbing my throat, which for some unbeknownst reason felt incredibly sore.
I stood up slowly and walked over to the computer, making sure to click the 'stop recording' button. I then scrolled over to the 'videos' folder where I had arranged for the file to be saved to. I clicked on the video and, once again, Windows Media Player automatically opened itself and began playing. It started out with my command and, noticing the part where my features went slack, I couldn't help but tense up with anticipation for the answers I would get.
In the video I do nothing of interest; my eyes angled slightly towards the ground in an almost submissive posturing. What happened next could easily be described as a cluster fuck. The screen flashed white as if someone pulled the pin of a flash bang and tossed it in. Immediately preceding that was a long gray arm with spindly fingers wrapping around my throat.
"What?" was all I could whisper as the arm slowly showed what it was connected to. The main body of the owner pushed my Geassed self into the dresser. The 'thing' was the only word I could name it; it was tall and gray, complete with a bald head and two enormous eyeballs. The being pushed with more force causing the dresser behind me to rattle. Then, out of all the unforeseeable things it could've done… it spoke.
"Can't have you ruining the fun… I guess I'll have to keep a closer eye on you. That way you don't accidentally get everything back unless I so choose to give it to you…"
It made an almost dispassionate grunt as it thrusted me onto my bed and the video flashed white once more. And just like that, as abruptly and impossibly as it had made its entrance, it exited. Completely gone from sight. As I cautiously looked around the room, reaching for the gun in my chest pocket, I double checked that it was no longer in the room. I even went as far as to check the bathroom, however doing so very slowly and carefully with a healthy amount of fear.
Okay, think me, obviously whatever the hell just happened is completely unexplainable. So we either roll with it, or blow our own brains out. I'm not fond of pissing off the supernatural, but it would appear as if it doesn't want me to regain my memories. What if it wanted to kill me in order to stop me from doing that? No, that's not the case; it had a perfect opportunity to do so right then and there. It obviously wants me to live for one reason or another. So for now, it's not a threat, just an obstacle… A creepy, fucked up supernatural obstacle… I thought, shivering in fear.
Despite the recent supernatural visit from God-knows-what, I continued to inspect the computer both on a digital scale, and then on an aesthetic scale (for the first time) to find any distinguishable markings, titles of ownership, or other similar things. My finger slipped across the 'disc release' button on the right side of the laptop. It quickly clicked open after pressing it, revealing a disk inside. It appeared to be an ordinary gray CD; the only distinguishable marks on it were some sharpie writings which had particularly strong interest towards me: Code Geass All Episodes/Dubbed. I quickly popped the disc back in, shut the tray, and waited for it to automatically start up. A prompt popped up asking me what I wanted to do with the CD/removable storage device. I clicked on 'open folder' to view the files. What I saw was a long list of videos, so naturally I started with the first one.
"Finally, a break."
I silently watched in amazement as what could only be identified as this body went gambling with the blue haired boy, Rivalz. Farther into the video, they were nearly smashed by a truck on the highway. This body was stupid enough to attempt getting inside the truck after it crashed. I watched as he was being kicked by assumedly a Brittanian soldier. Then the large megadeath-looking capsule opened to reveal, not poison gas, but a green haired woman. The girl later somehow gave this body its Geass after getting shot in the head. I then watched as the newly-acknowledge me killed an entire firing squad of Britannian soldiers with the same Geass I own. The episode ended abruptly. I almost panicked as I quickly returned to the folder to click on the next video.
"This is perfect! All the information that I've been missing!" I laughed hysterically.
I watched as I stole a Sutherland from a Britannian pilot, proceeded to lead rebels to victory, infiltrated the command center of Viceroy Clovis, accordingly forced him to call a cease-fire, asked him some trivial question about who killed my mother, and despite the fact I asked while using my Geass he didn't come forth with much information other than I should ask someone called Princess Cornelia and Prince Schneizel. Apparently, I was very dissatisfied with information because I then killed him. A knock on my door quickly caused me to close the laptop and reach for my gun.
"Who is it?" I asked apprehensively. Whoever was behind the door only took a brief moment to reply.
"It's me, Milly… Is everything all right, you've been acting strange lately."
I considered what to do with her.
I could just send her away; this shit desperately needs to be watched. Or I could…
A wicked smile formed on my lips as I once again transformed my mentality into the terrible bastard that I really was.
"No actually, come on in. I want to talk to you."
She opened the door and came in quickly shut it behind her.
"Go ahead and sit down."
She complied by sitting down on the corner of my bed as I adjusted my chair roughly four feet away from her. I couldn't help but smile. One word and I could completely control this woman… And I had full intentions to.
"Milly," I started, "have you had any strange lapses in memory recently?"
Her eyes widened quite a bit, confirming that she had no idea about my questioning earlier, and was unaware of how she got into the Student Council room before the meeting commenced.
"Yeah, I have." She'd nodded as she spoke.
"I see, and what if I told you that this is further notice: continue following my orders."
I was pleased to see her return to her Geassed state.
"Wonderful." I said darkly. "Now what do you suggest, I need some stress relief here."
She stayed silent and unmoving, more than likely not entirely understanding the question. I frowned and grit my teeth. "Bitch, I asked a question and I expect an answer even if it's half assed."
{"I don't know."}Was her only response
"Don't worry, I can fix that." I spread my knees wide and leaned back in my chair some. "Now get on your knees and sit directly in front of me."
She stood and complied deftly, kneeling between my legs.
"Now… Pull out my dick and give me a blow job." Although it was a simple two-step process, it seemed incredibly sexy due to how slow and deliberate she was with undoing my belt, unzipping my pants, and pulling them down just enough to have access to my boxers.
She pulled on my pants a little more and then moved the boxers completely out of the way, slowly curving her slim fingers around my member. She proceeded to jerk it a few times, but stopped to take the head of my still-mostly soft dick into her mouth. I leaned my head back in satisfaction as she played with it in her mouth until it was completely hard. The warm sensation of the inside of her mouth was unbelievable; the texture and feeling of the roof of her mouth, combined with the bottom movements of her tongue, was a recipe for a quick shot.
"Swirl your tongue around it as well," I commanded while still having my head completely leaned back and eyes closed. She silently complied by swirling her tongue around as quickly as she could. The feeling sent dozens of pleasurable spikes throughout my entire body as she continued both her tongue ministration and the moving up-and-down motion.
"Faster," I said while bringing my head back to its natural state. I reached my arms up and placed both my hands on the back of her head and began forcing her down. All the way down, which I found impressive because this body had a member size of at least 7 inches. She quickly picked up the pace to match with my thrusting and pulling.
"Look up into my eyes," I said while thrusting particularly hard. Despite the fact that there were dull red rims around her blue eyes, they were still shockingly attractive as she bobbed up and down fiercely, taking it down all the way about two or three times per second. This, all the while maintaining eye contact with me, sent me over the edge as I reached my climax.
"Swallow it all," I said in a strained voice while grunting. Less than 2 seconds later, I ejaculated an enormous amount towards the back of her throat, thrusting as well as forcing her nose all the way down to the point her nose touched my pubic hair. The discharge of well-over two ounces of fluid finally elicited a gag reflex from her. But she powered through it, swallowing all the way, not spilling any whatsoever. I grinned in satisfaction after removing myself from her mouth.
She gasped in several times after finally being able to breathe unobstructed, consuming as much air as possible to make up for all the lost opportunities to breathe. I stood and began to take off my jacket, unbuttoning it in several places.
"Lay down on the bed over there," I commanded to the still gasping Milly. I took my jacket completely off and aimed to throw it onto my desk. The jacket fluttered through the air, the heaviest object inside the pockets leading the charge as the rest of the fabric billowed around it. The resounding and earsplitting crack that came after it hit the desk severely startled me.
"What the fuck?" I question as I walked over to my jacket and immediately smelled gunpowder…
I paled and quickly rifled through the jacket and withdrew the firearm within the breast pocket. Noticing the barrel was still smoking, I looked for the bullet entry and then wherever it may have gone. Peering over to one of the walls, I saw nothing, and the opposite wall proved similar results. I then slowly and horridly checked around the desk area noticing a black hole inside of the computer that was previously not there.
On the side, point-blank in the middle of the disc tray, the hole stared back almost mockingly… I quickly made flustered movements to open the computer and press the power button. I was rewarded by a quick spark and the screen refusing to light up. I quickly withdrew the butterfly knife from my pocket and jammed it into the disc tray like a crowbar to force it open. All that fell out of the tray was shattered pieces of plastic, some belonging to the CD, some belonging to the computer. Other metal components also littered the ground where I dumped it out.
"FUCK!"I screamed at the top of my lungs and in absolute and unrestricted fury. Knife still in hand I looked for an object to take out my frustrations on. I turned to the computer and began to repeatedly stab it over and over again with every ounce of strength my frail body had while crying.
"FUCK, FUCK, SON OF A BITCH, GAHHHHHHH!" I screamed out one last time; my body was physically spent for the time being. I replaced my jacket onto its original position on myself, being mindful to eject the magazine and round in the chamber of the firearm, replace the round into the magazine, and close it up again to avoid further mishaps. The bullet had apparently flown right out of the pocket, completely avoiding any tearing of the fabric at all. Not that I counted that among my blessings.
All that information, a seemingly impossible treasure trove of everything I needed to know…irreversibly destroyed by my stupidity and the firearm's discharge incident .I clenched my teeth so hard it threatened to crack something. How the fuck am I to find out who I really am now? Having no memories is the same as not being a human at all… I'm just a shell like this. At that exact moment, a stray thought came into my mind. This stray thought had more power than 1000 suns, in my mental opinion.
What does it matter who I was? I'm alive now, aren't I? That's right. Memories and experiences make the human being, and essentially I have died and simply been reborn. Forcing myself to remember everything would be like bringing back the dead… No, I'm tired of feeling confused all the time. I just got to start over from this exact moment. Even if my original memories return, it still won't be the equivalent of bringing back the original me anymore, no… That person combined with this person… having these two people combine their memories with each other entirely would create an entirely different human being altogether.
"Milly," I started, "go back to whatever it was you were doing before you decided to come and talk to me and wait till further notice to follow more of my orders… Until then, complete the first part of what I said, and only then may you return to your ordinary self." She said something in confirmation and left as quickly as she arrived. I paid little attention; still incredibly upset despite the fact I had come to a decision.
"Cutting my losses and starting over. Only question now is what do I want most?"
I remembered the conversation I first had with her, immediately after I placed her under my Geass. The boy Rivalz. If he and I were gambling partners earlier, we should still be.
"I'll just ask him to arrange a couple chess matches."
I'm not a master tactician or strategist, nor do I know how to pilot a knightmare… but I will show this country I am a force to be reckoned with, and they will bow down to my superiority. Just give me a little time.
If I wasn't so upset at the time, I probably would've smiled wickedly. Instead, I stood up with a frown and exited the dorm, completely ignoring my sister Nunnally as she attempted to start a conversation in the hallway. I made it outside. However I was not satisfied with just getting out for some air, so I decide to take a walk as well. There were a surprisingly large amount of students around. I looked up at the clock posted on one of the main buildings, and noticed it was about 12: 30 in the afternoon.
"Must be lunchtime," I said to myself, not really caring anymore if I bumped into someone who knew the former me. In fact, at this point I welcomed the challenge. For I knew eventually it would get to the point when my loss of memory would cease to be an issue. I felt something vibrate in the lower part of my jacket. I realize this was another pocket as I stuck my hand in frantically, not understanding what was making the movement. I pulled out a smooth-looking flip phone. Taking a look at who was calling, it simply read: Shirley. I clicked the 'call accept' button and held the phone to my ear.
"Hey sweetness, what's shaken?" I opened the conversation, remembering what the girl looked like while barely keeping my mind out of the gutter.
"Lulu! Why did you skip the student Council meeting this morning? I mean, one minute your there, and the next you're just gone!" I didn't immediately respond, and she took that as a cue to continue. "I'm starting to believe what Rivalz said. You really might be a ninja." I smiled genuinely.
"You know it, that's how I get out of all the work I don't want to do." I stated smugly. Instead of her laughing like I thought she might, she growled angrily and commenced with lecturing me.
"If you put one-fourth the amount of effort you use to avoid work into doing the actual work, not only would you be a straight-A student, you would probably graduate valedictorian! You really should apply yourse-"
"I didn't know you thought so highly of me Shirley, why is that I wonder… What have I done to give you such a positive perspective on me?" I could almost feel her blush through the phone as I continued walking aimlessly.
"What do you mean? I just- I uh…" She trailed off.
"Where are you right now, Shirley? I wouldn't mind meeting up with you real quick." Her response was adorable from the way she stuttered.
"W-what do you mean w-where am I? I am eating in the student Council room like I always do every day at lunch with the rest of the student counsel. Milly just got back recently," she commented obviously trying to change the subject.
"Oh, in that case I'll be right there." I hung up abruptly, not giving her an opportunity to respond.
Oh, how should I handle this one…I thought as several different options played their way through my mind.
She'll be more fun than Milly. I think I'll keep my Geass to a minimal on this one. I decided as I made my way to the Student Council room.