98: Making An Organization [02]

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After observing for a while, Peter walked into the crowd that had formed around a woman. She was fighting multiple people, and defeating them, but she seemed to be losing slowly.

She won the fights, but tiredness was getting to her.

He activated [Seductive Magnetism], and the effects were a bit unexpected.

A few wisps of different colors radiated out of his body, glittering and shining a little in the color they represented. Some blinked in the glow, some flickered, and some were just glowing all the time.

There were a lot of colors. Red, green, blue, pink, orange, purple, and so on.

The wisps collectively twirled around him, appearing like he'd wrapped himself in ribbons.

The area where the ribbons joined him grew larger, which made him look even more like a ribbon-wrapped package, but no one seemed to notice or pay any mind at all.

Peter didn't know what to do with this, at all, so he would have to try things now on his own.

Peter would admit, he should have tested and trained this skill a little, he didn't know how it worked.

Peter decided to test it a little now.

He focused. Peter could feel a pull, a 'tug'. Not just one, but multiple of them. He could inherently tell which 'tug' was from which color. So, he 'picked' a random color. Purple. He meant that he picked a ribbon, a whisp, and then tried doing anything with it. He didn't pick it up with his hands per se, but with his mind.

It was difficult to explain, but it seemed that picking the color was everything he needed to do, and it erupted out of his body and spread everywhere at a certain radius around him.

Peter didn't know what specific effect it would have, but it seemed to work as he said quietly since everyone around him was already down.

The woman was standing, but her legs were trembling.

"Well then." Peter's voice echoed, even though it was quiet. So quiet that her ears perked up to listen intently. "We shall begin with the first test."

He needed to test this woman, from what he saw, she was the leader. She would be his subordinate and run this new organization for him.

He didn't care if she were competent enough or not, he'd mold her into a competent leader if need be. Not that he himself was a competent leader, but he could act the part.

As all the people fell silent, Peter stepped forward with calm and calculated steps, humming lightly.

"Let's see if you're worthy to be my subordinates." Peter stopped next to Callisto, looking down upon her. His eyes fixed on hers. She was looking straight at him, even though his face and eyes were hidden behind the darkness.

"Let's see if you're worthy to be my subordinates." He stopped next to her, looking down upon her. His eyes fixed on hers.

Peter had learned that if you wanted to make a villain: make him a bit—or more, depending on your preference—edgy. Dark costume; dark theme, basically.

While there were solid villains out there that didn't adhere to this stereotypical shit, Peter would stick with the generic villain persona, but with a little bit of his own taste.

"You are the one in charge?" He asked quietly, trying his best to imitate Batman's voice.

She nodded dumbly.

"I don't know what you have been through, what you did, what you do, and whatever you may be planning to do. I'm the boss from now on. You understand?" Peter meant what he said. The Morlocks might be a pitiful bunch in the comics, but Peter wasn't a goodie two shoes in the slightest. Sure, he'd grown soft after he assimilated with Peter's mind, feelings, emotions, and memories, but that didn't mean he couldn't go back to his older ways.

It was just that Peter liked being the nice and soft person he normally was.

Acting evil or doing wrong without any main reason behind it—say, to get a certain thing—was just dumb and useless.

Meanwhile, acting kind and gentle was beneficial since he'd have a nice image.

He could be evil and do wrong when he wanted to get something anyway. So, he could take advantage of both sides.

Callisto nodded again, unable to speak anything beyond just a simple nod.

Peter wasn't sure what the color he picked entailed, but it was probably something along the lines of fear and a sense of pressure.

Like Conqueror's Haki, if you would.

He smiled coldly. "So then, let us begin. First up is your name."

She didn't respond, and kept staring at him, her legs shaking. Peter wondered if the effects of his skill were a bit too much. So much so that she couldn't speak.

So, he lowered it down a little bit.

Immediately, she seemed to snap out of it.

She growled and slapped her cheeks, glaring at him.

Oh, so that's what the feeling was. Peter could feel a 'tug' on himself, and the force he 'tugged' at, seemed directly proportional to the effect of this skill.

Say, for example, he was barely touching it right now, and the mutants around couldn't do anything but get stuck. This woman was the only one that snapped out of it, but if he tugged just a little harder, she would succumb too.

Peter wondered how strong it would be if he tugged harder.

"You want to be the leader huh?!" She growled, slamming her fist into her palm. "Fight me!"

"We'll see about that." Peter didn't back off either, he stood his ground, his arms folded.

"Then fight me!"

Peter sighed; women...

"Alright, if that's how you want to decide." He said, maintaining his calm posture. "A challenge it is then."

"Callisto of the Morlocks."

"My name is of no concern," he responded slowly, crossing his arms.

Peter kept his calm, carefree posture even as the woman, Callisto, suddenly charged toward him.

She leaped onto him with surprising speed, her hands gripping his suit tightly. She would have pulled him down to deliver a knee or kick to his face, but Peter wasn't going to let her.

He didn't hold back his strength for once, and swatted her leg away.

It broke at a strange angle, a cracking sound resounding in the sickening silence before it got torn by her shrieks of agony.

Peter laughed, then punched her in the stomach, sending her flying backward.

"Damn..." Callisto coughed out blood, gasping for air.

She was about to stand again, but Peter stomped on her hand before kicking her head, though he held back when he thumped her head. He didn't want her dying on him now, did he?

Still, he didn't think she would die here, so he left her there.

"Very well, I guess we can just talk after all," Peter said calmly.

Callisto glared at him through the bloodied mess known as her face.

"Hmm... Still have something there, eh?" Peter kicked her in the stomach, with more strength, and she was hurled a few meters away, a trail of blood trickling down her torso.

She didn't get up again, and Peter didn't look at her again. She was out, and Peter had won fair and square, he probably got a bit overboard, but he needed an overwhelming victory.

Why? So that any of these so-called Morlocks wouldn't have any thoughts of rebelling against him.

This way, they would follow orders without question.

Peter turned his attention to the other people that were watching him.

They were frozen in their places, many had pissed themselves, be it men or women.

Peter let the silence stretch as long as he wanted to, tugging the skill—[Seductive Magnetism]—up a notch. The air grew heavy, even Peter could feel it a little.

The people there, however, weren't able to bear it, some collapsed unconscious.

Peter said nothing and walked away, moving towards a building in the far distance. He assumed it was the main base.

Peter, however, didn't forget to order them as he walked.

"Guide me to where she usually lives, and take her there as well." He ordered, and lifted the skill.

Peter didn't deactivate it, after all, there was no such thing as an activation restriction on this skill at all. Peter could keep it activated, it seemed.

So, he would keep it activated at the lowest level possible.

The people looked at each other, none daring to move forward to pick up her body or guide him.

Peter released a little more pressure, and one of them, even as his legs trembled, moved forward.

The man looked at Callisto, sneered, and grabbed her by the leg that wasn't broken, and moved, dragging her along.

Once he caught up to Peter, the latter didn't hesitate to ask.

"Name."

"Mikhail, leader." The man, Mikhail, said In a rough Russian tone.

Hmm. Peter squinted his eyes. Now, where had he heard this name?

Peter didn't remember, but he didn't think much about it either. If he didn't remember, this man shouldn't be that big a character. It wasn't really arrogance from him, Peter just didn't care about this... Russian.

As they walked, no one said another word.

After a while, Mikhail stopped them at the door to a building.

Peter enter along with Mikhail, and then ordered him to put Callisto on the bed before leaving with an order.

"Make sure to gather everyone, I'll be out there in a bit."

Mikhail nodded, and left after bowing.

Peter watched the man leave, and then closed the door before heading up to Callisto.

She was groaning and wriggling in pain, but her eyes were open, glaring at him.

Wow...

She still had the nerve to glare.

Peter chuckled.

He'd decided to do this, to make an organization for two reasons. One, because he would have to make it in the future anyway, and two... Because he wanted to distract his mind away from Gwen.

That girl was on his mind a bit too much, and even though he wasn't showing it, he was affected by their break up a lot. Not giving the thoughts of her much attention was a way of coping.

But that didn't help with the emptiness he felt inside.

So, the way this Callisto woman glared at him, the way she acted like a superior bitch, it ticked him off.

"Well then," Peter sighed, rubbing his neck. He suddenly had an urge; he wanted to let loose a little.

And he wanted to conquer a particular something as well.

Fear of a particular something.

Why not test it and get rid of the fear while venting, and letting loose?

Peter looked down at her, "Time to heal you."

Peter's heart thundered against his chest, he was about to do something he was afraid of, something he'd been pushing deep behind his mind, from the day he'd come here, to now, he'd only used it once.

When he ràped Gwen.

But there was no reason to worry about that anymore. She was gone, and he had a new girl in his sight—Felicia. Not that he was giving up on Gwen either.

His fingers twitched, but Peter sucked in a breath and activated it.

[Beast Mode… Activated]