Bab 373: 12. Run The Show.
Now, everything was in place. The swarm was together, their buzzing filling the air. Now, we had to make cakes for the bake-off. I walked into the kitchen, the scent of freshly baked goods lingering in the air. I reached for the bowl of the food processor, its cool metal surface glinting under the bright kitchen lights. Carefully, I added the ingredients - flour, oatmeal, chili powder, whole garlic cloves, sugar, honey, fresh herring, and buttermilk. I turned on the mixer and expected its whirring sound to fill the room as the ingredients blended together. But I never heard it. Mixer stayed silent.
Next, I attempted to turn on the oven, but it refused to ignite. Nothing happened, but I thought that maybe the lamp had burned. Frustration welled up within me. Undeterred, I poured the mixture into a plastic container, hoping to find an alternative solution for baking.
As I worked, I couldn't help but wonder where Guillermo was. His absence was a mystery. In an attempt to find him, I called out, my voice echoing through the house, "Guillermo, where are you?" But he never answered.
Glancing around, my eyes landed on my magic stick, a symbol of my abilities. I grasped it tightly, hoping to showcase my skills to Harry Potter and prove that I, Hermione, was superior. Yet, my spells failed me, leaving me frustrated and disappointed.
Realizing that the children were hungry, I knew I had to do something. I approached Damon, desperation seeping into my voice, and impulsively decided to make a scene.
Stripping naked, I boldly commanded, "Now, fuck and fuck hard so the director can see. That's when I get paid, and the kids get fed."
Damon took hold of me, his grip firm on my hips as he flipped me over, the sensation of his touch sending shivers down my spine. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow.
Fortunately, the scene was nearing its end when I abruptly left to find the President. I paid no mind to my disheveled appearance—no need for clothes. The swarm needed to grow, but safety was paramount. I headed towards a secure location, an unassuming safe for which I inexplicably knew the code. Opening it, I retrieved the gun, its weight reassuring in my hand as I loaded it, determined to save the President.
However, to my dismay, the night had turned into a living nightmare. The relentless zombies refused to die, even after multiple shots. The echoes of gunfire filled the air, a cacophony of chaos and desperation. Exhausted, I knew it was time to rest. I sought refuge in the cellar, the cool darkness enveloping me as I called my swarm to gather around me. We spent the entire night there, the air heavy with anticipation.
When morning arrived, it was business as usual. I provided more silver to strengthen my swarm, issuing orders for them to expand and grow.
Charles saw Mimi, her fangs glistening in the moonlight, sink them into Adam's flesh. The metallic taste of blood filled the air as Adam got his dose again. The weight of knowing his brother and father's fate bore heavily on Charles's shoulders. Desperate, he called upon the vampire brothers for aid, their ethereal figures silently emerging from the shadows. With them came Rebecca, her scent of lavender intertwining with the damp night air.
"Be careful," Charles warned, his voice laced with concern. "Mimi wants to infect you, too."
Nick, the ancient creature, a hybrid of supernatural beings, locked eyes with the werewolf for a fleeting moment. "I am immune," he declared, his voice resolute. "Silver cannot harm me."
Undeterred, the three companions ventured forth, their determination shining through. But as time passed, none of them returned. Charles watched as Mimi walked to the house, making herself prepare for her next victim. The vampires, lured by her sinister allure, followed suit. Charles saw Mimi's fangs sinking into their neck. He could almost smell the silver. Vampires were turned into drones, too. Frustration welled up within Charles as he lamented their foolishness.
"Idiots," he muttered to himself. "I warned them, but they didn't listen."
Determined to find a better strategy, Charles enlisted the help of Dresden and Constantine, two powerful wizards. Their faces contorted with disbelief and anger as Charles relayed the events that had unfolded. Dresden, knowledgeable about the vampire swarm mind, delved into his collection of ancient books, searching for a solution. His fingertips traced the weathered pages, the faint smell of dust filling his nostrils. The best course of action, he realized, was to capture a Mimi, but no ordinary medicine would work against her. The swarm would fiercely defend their queen.
So they devised a plan. A large cage was brought forth, its metal bars glinting in the moonlight. Colin, the mastermind behind a binding agent for nitrogen silver, had created a solution. However, there was a catch. It wouldn't work on Mimi. But with his knowledge and expertise, Damon held the key to their success. They would take out men first and leave Mimi last. They needed Damon's teeth to control her.
Armed with a rifle, Charles positioned himself in a sturdy tree, his keen eyes scanning the scene below. Colin had provided him with a stunner capable of incapacitating everyone but Mimi. The curse of knowledge weighed heavily on Colin as he understood the complexities of Mimi's physiology. The metals and nitrogen silver wreaked havoc on her system, rendering Damon's teeth as the most effective solution.
The house, with its grand windows, posed a potential distraction. The wizards, their hands raised in arcane gestures, weaved their magic, ensuring the windows would not hinder Charles in his quest. The air crackled with energy as their spells took hold.
It all came down to finding the right victim. Charles' heart raced, anticipation coursing through his veins. Adam, unwittingly, stood in the perfect position.
Charles peered through the scope of his rifle, his finger resting on the cold trigger. The air was tense with anticipation as he took aim at Adam's thigh. With a swift squeeze, the trigger released, and a muffled shot echoed through the air. The sedative dart found its mark, plunging into Adam's flesh.
The scene unfolded rapidly as Charles, aided by the wizards, swiftly extricated Adam and placed him on a stretcher. The tight bindings secured him, while a central vein cannula ensured a steady flow of medicine.
Wizards cursed as they saw how Mimi found more silver and bite it forward. Samuel Had gotten some from an undisclosed source. A lady injected herself with the precious metal and bit anyone within reach. Queen loaded herself up and then infected everyone that she could.
Amidst the chaos, Charles observed Rebecca and Nick fucking on the living room couch. Elias joined in. He fucked Nick straight into the ass.
Charles thought to himself, "Those three. They have always and forever."
But amidst the passion, Charles couldn't help but notice the absence of others. They had all fled, leaving only Mimi to defend her fallen comrades. Her fury simmered as Adam was taken away, her eyes burning with rage.
Charles watched Mimi's every move, captivated by her unpredictable nature. He knew better than to provoke her, for they had been wreaking havoc in the house for three long weeks. The house itself seemed to hang in the balance, teetering between renovation and demolition.
Adam lay anesthetized in a cage, the binder methodically dripping its contents into his veins. The sedative kept him deep in slumber while Charles observed Mimi's newfound caution, particularly around Damon. It was as if she sensed that once Damon was restored, she would become fair game herself. Sensing an opportunity, Charles swiftly removed the vampires from the equation, knowing they thrived in threesomes. Mimi, surprisingly, took charge of the cooking.
Charles had acted quickly, right from the start, as he saw Mimi infecting the others. Upon discovering the bite marks, he was cutting off the power to the house. The potential danger of a fiery inferno was averted. It took him another week to apprehend all three vampires, bringing them to Colin's facility for treatment. Adam had just regained consciousness, his curses filling the air.
Now, their targets would be tougher. Damon posed the greatest challenge, well-guarded and elusive. Mimi's aggression flared once again, but Charles quelled her with the mere presence of his rifle. Next to whom they got out was Bran. Determined, they set off to rehabilitate Bran, who, like Mimi, was emaciated and frail. The cage became his temporary refuge, ensuring sedation and allowing the binder to work its magic.
I don't understand. The room was filled with frustration as someone took my men. I could feel the tension building as I scanned the area, desperately searching for Guillermo. The clamor of pots and pans echoed through the kitchen as I tried to beat the top chef. The scent of spices and sizzling food filled the air, but Guillermo was nowhere to be found.
And then, to add insult to injury, I realized that someone had dared to steal from me. The anger surged within me, but I knew I couldn't get caught. I was determined to retrieve my men as long as I had enough silver. Determination set in as I plotted my revenge against the one who was robbing me of my team. The queen was disturbed when her drones were taken off. Her swarm was weakened.
Meanwhile, my partner was engaged in a renovation project in another part of the building. The sound of electrical wires being pulled out of the walls reverberated through the rooms. Samuel, our resident mixologist, was busy concocting new cocktails of medicine. Laughter and gasps filled the space as he experimented on unsuspecting individuals, each sip yielding unexpected consequences. Thankfully, amidst the chaos, there were scenes to be filmed, ensuring that the children weren't left starving.
But then, the goddamn president decided to undertake some renovations, throwing everything into disarray. I had to ensure everyone's safety, leading them into the safety of a cave. We were stranded on an island after a plane crash, and finding our way back seemed like an insurmountable task. We were Lost.
The weight of responsibility pressed upon me, but I took solace because my skills as a top surgeon were still valued. Performing surgeries and witnessing patients' miraculous healing provided a glimmer of hope.
Yet, despite my expertise, I couldn't comprehend why the combustion engines in my armor failed to lift me into the air. The disappointment was palpable as I realized that even though I had loaded the web slings, the expected web didn't manifest. Frustration mingled with confusion as I continued to call out for Guillermo or Win Top Chef while the mold-infested dishes served as a testament to my failed concoctions.
And then, the final blow came when Rhett, my heart, left me. His words stung as he uttered, "Frankly, my dear; I don't give a damn." The sound of the door slamming shut resonated in my ears, leaving me heartbroken. But to my surprise, he returned, transformed into Tom Collichio, ready to judge my food. Lost in my thoughts, I ascended the stairs, searching for the elusive Big Brother, wondering where those hidden cameras were, yearning for answers in the midst of chaos.
Adam and Bran, with their bodies weakened and covered in dirt, slowly regained their strength after a week of Bran's capture. Damon and Samuel, whom they apprehended, were in a pitiful state - emaciated, filthy, and even sick. Their feeble state made them easy targets for Charles and wizards.
However, Mimi was different. She launched an attack, her teeth glistening with silver saliva. Constantine and Dresden struggled to restrain Mimi during the initial capture, as she desperately tried to sink her teeth into Charles, craving to bite the silver into him to strengthen her swarm, which had now ceased to exist. They knew Damon possessed the silver and a lot of it because Mimi had bitten him very much to bind Damon tightly into her.
But before they could attempt to capture Mimi, they had to restore Damon and Samuel's health, which would take at least a couple of weeks. They also had to ensure Damon remained sedated on an IV for two weeks, or else he would have relentlessly pursued Mimi. However, Damon lacked the resources to make teeth stuff, let alone listen to reason. He would have gone straight for Mimi, and they needed to succeed in that capture.
Hence, Colin and Samuel carried out Adam's orders. Adam understood Damon's desperation, for he, too, kept a watchful eye on Mimi, who now weighed less than 30 kilos. It would be another grueling trial for her.
A total of 130 living subjects were rescued from the facility, while the fates of 226 others were discovered, some confirmed dead. Judging by the number of bodies found in the crematorium, it was presumed that all of them had perished. Mimi emerged as a hero, and the video capturing her rescue continued to be broadcast, even after ten weeks. Adam couldn't help but feel sympathy for Mimi - 10 weeks spent as a prisoner, and now another 10 enduring these harsh conditions. Poor girl.
However, she had accomplished what she set out to do, and the public demanded accountability from the medical institutions. Other supernatural beings, such as the hidden shape-shifters, also revealed themselves, as the victims were their own kind. In response, the President swiftly made several decisions to bring those responsible to justice.
When some groups began demanding laws for supernaturals to abide by, the President boldly stated in his speech that he would not entertain such legislation until proper protection against medical experiments was granted. Krycheck and Sark had escaped, but warrants were issued for their arrest, and additional charges were constantly being brought against them. With a remarkable number of victims testifying, the case against them grew stronger with each passing day.
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