章節 65: 25. It's My Life.
I found myself confined in a dimly lit cage once again, surrounded by the scent of blood and death. This particular encounter marked the end of my current killing spree, my duty was fulfilled. Wulfe, ever the spoilsport, had wasted no time in mercilessly dispatching the animals, denying me the pleasure of the hunt. Nevertheless, I reveled in the exhilaration of the moment.
Now, Colin stood before me alongside Wulfe, and I expected his disapproval of the dark side that lived within me. However, life always has a way of surprising me. As I caught a glimpse of his gaze, I sensed the heat emanating from his eyes. He beheld me as a seductive creature, delving into the depths of my darkness, something he recognized. It was a side of Colin that he rarely let loose, and it intrigued me.
I relished in the act of killing, knowing the anatomy of my demonic victims all too well. With a swift and precise movement, my hand plunged into its body, causing it to yelp in pain and gradually succumb to its demise. Yes, I was certainly having fun. Unfortunately, Harrison was absent from the audience, but my lesson had surely been conveyed. My mind was not preoccupied with what lay ahead, but rather with who would be the next in line.
Wulfe's voice pierced my thoughts, echoing in my mind. "Unicorn, you must stop this, do you hear me? Act as you should, or face the consequences."
I retorted lazily in my mind, "My name is Mimi, no need to always call me unicorn. I am the one fighting here, not you, so be silent."
And he fell silent.
The next challenge approached - a formidable demon with two pairs of arms. Four arms, not too difficult. Suddenly, a resonating sound, reminiscent of a gong, filled the air, freezing the demon in its tracks. Paralyzed, I too was unable to move. The cage door swung open, and Wulfe strode in.
He approached me, asserting, "I have my rights, and now we shall fight as a pair. This opponent is strong enough to warrant such a request. I did warn you."
Oh, how amusing!
The gong sounded once more, and the demon lunged at me. With limited space to maneuver, I witnessed Wulfe unleash a torrent of spells, curses, and strikes. Before long, the once formidable demon was reduced to a mere puddle of goo. The remainder of the night proved rather dull, as Wulfe exercised his right to remain in the cage with me.
I had little opportunity to act, as his swift spells dispatched any potential threats almost instantaneously. Perhaps next time, I would remember this and behave more appropriately, or perhaps I would attempt to attend the club without his interference. No need for him to spoil my fun.
As the night drew to a close, I changed my clothes under Wulfe's watchful eye, ensuring my body remained hidden from prying eyes. He escorted me out of the cage, with Colin walking by my side. An unmistakable feeling of being imprisoned washed over me, but such was the life I had chosen.
We walked out of the dimly lit fight club, the stale smell of sweat lingering in the air. I knew that I would have a brief pause before continuing my clubs, in Austria this time. The sound of distant traffic filled my ears, reminding me of the urgency of my mission. But before I could focus on that, there were about 18 victims to be sniped, my targets waiting to be taken down. Time was scarce, leaving me with little time to spend with the babies. The thought of them following me wherever I went brought a bittersweet feeling, knowing that my time with them would be limited.
If those damn victims turned out to be relatively easy, meaning I wouldn't have to spend my days perched on a rooftop waiting for them to appear, I could steal some moments to be a mommy again. But there was paperwork to be done, tedious and time-consuming. And who knew if I would end up back at base? If that were the case, I would be as busy as ever.
Yet, despite the chaos and constant world-saving, this was my life. The sedentary, slow pace of a normal life seemed foreign to me, almost boring. Maybe someday I would want to take things easy, but for now, this life was easier to handle. The pain in my soul wasn't as raw anymore, the wounds healing into scars. I didn't have to be an emotionless robot. Besides, my five companions had taken a whole new approach to dealing with me. They showed more emotion, allowing me to feel it too.
I had noticed Magnum looking at me with intense desire, his gaze heating me from within. Colin's touch, though professional, held a hint of something more. Wulfe stood beside me, ready to offer his unwavering support. Murdock and Dexter, well, they looked at me differently now, as if I were a woman. It was a strange feeling, but I understood. Our bond, forged through pain and the hunt, had created a unique friendship, making me the first person they truly saw.
I had to remind myself that I was single, not married, or in a committed relationship with anyone. I could have whoever I wanted. Maybe someday sexbeast would have some serious fun in bed with someone. Although, I couldn't help but notice the slight blush on Murdock's face as I entertained the thought. And the sly smirk on Wulfe's face told me he had been up to some mischief, my lustful thoughts slipping into poor Murdock's mind.
Magnum, on the other hand, seemed more than ready to take on any sexual encounter. He saw me as more or less a sex beast. And it was true what the dragons had told me. My rage ignited a fiery lust within me, the scales on my chest reminding me of my primal desires. So, naturally, dirty thoughts crossed my mind from time to time. And with Wulfe being somewhat telepathic, he had a good selection of those thoughts at his disposal. And he loved to share my dirty thoughts with others.
I controlled my lust, but I had quite the collection of tanks, filled to the brim with my super-powerful pink sparkly lust, lurking in the depths of my mind. It remained as raw as ever. My system had a way of blending my energies, but I lacked the pure energy that Mariella possessed to dilute my lust and other emotions.
I attempted to mix in solar energy or any other source to dilute it, but it was a hit or miss. However, I soon discovered that whenever I tried to dilute my pure lust with solar energy, the sunlight only intensified my desires. So, using solar energy was a no-go. I needed to find a rare, uncommon energy source to avoid smelling like strawberries and champagne all the time.
We teleported back to the house and arrived straight in the medbay. A health check took three long hours, followed by a spell that kept me confined as Colin prepared a syringe filled with a potent substance, plunging me into darkness. I woke up a day later, having undergone surgery and hooked up to various drips.
I didn't even have time to remove my cannulas before Colin was by my side, gently removing them.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with affection, and said, "I can sense you, my beloved, through our bond. No need to paint the walls with your blood when you awaken."
I grunted, slowly pushing myself into a sitting position.
Wulfe entered the room, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he remarked, "It seems, my unicorn, that you're trying to turn yourself into a cyborg. At least, that's what it looks like with all those metal pieces inside you. An impressive collection of 345 demon blades, my love."
I snorted and replied, "They were tiny and didn't hinder me. Besides, they're all gone now."
Colin sighed, explaining, "You had to be asleep so we could remove and bind those metals. If those blades weren't taken out right away, they would have chipped inside you, poisoning you. So, please, next time, don't hide the fact that you have demon blades in you and make me treat only Wulfe."
Well, I had made that mistake before, in a few previous encounters at clubs. Wulfe had gotten injured after helping me, and some demon blades had managed to find their way inside him. I had informed Colin about it, and he had to perform surgery on Wulfe, completely forgetting about me. I had not been in the mood for an operation.
Now, I finally had some free time, or rather, sniping time. I could bring my beloved babies along with me to the house where I would live during my hits. Perhaps I would even have some time to bond with them.
It was no use for these two of me to put up my innocent girl act with my eyes all big and round. These two knew me all too well. Wulfe helped me to stand. Made sure that I was not too wobbly and helped me to the nearest bedroom to dress myself and then it would be time to eat. My life was all about eating and I was sometimes so damn fed up with that fact. Why I had to eat all the time and why my body was so damn peculiar, but nothing I could do, and my willpower was super strong. It was better not to get fucked up with myself or else I might make my body even stranger.
I had recently acquired some new clothes for myself, and the boys had also bought me some. They seemed to have a keen interest in choosing my outfits. It had become a regular occurrence in my life, everyone wanting to buy me clothes and dictate my style. Wulfe, however, was not so kind. He shared the same mindset as Salvatore, always finding ways to make my life difficult.
One particular spell he cast caused every garment I took off to immediately be whisked away into the laundry chute. What's wrong with the men that they don't understand my half-used clothes? It frustrated me, as I had no magical abilities like Wulfe, and his cool indifference only fueled my anger. They showed no respect for my way of life, and Wulfe would often smirk at me, enjoying my frustration.
That day, I decided to keep it simple and wore a tee shirt and jeans. We made our way to the kitchen to eat, and to my surprise, the babies, as well as Magnum, Murdock, and Dexter, were already there. The aroma of food filled the air, making my hunger even more intense.
We were of a pack but without a clear leader. They didn't see me as the pack leader, so we all ate whenever food was placed in front of us. Naturally, there was a drink and a plate of food waiting for me at my spot. I sat down and eagerly began eating, lost in my thoughts. The boys had a secret, but I hadn't yet realized it.
As I mentally went through my list of potential victims and strategized on who would be easiest to take out, Murdock interrupted my thoughts.
"I have upgraded your favorite rifles," he said, maintaining them with care. "But there are newer models out there that would be perfect for you. I can get them if you want."
I grunted in response. "Thanks, but I'll stick to my rifles. As long as they're well-maintained, they're the best for me. I'm just completing my list of targets."
Dexter interjected, "Well, make your list. I'll be your ground backup."
I furrowed my brow and looked at him, questioning his statement. "Ground backup? This is sniping, not attacking."
Magnum stepped in, explaining the new protocol. "Ground backup stays near the victim. If something prevents you from reaching the target, ground backup takes care of it. It saves time."
I nodded, understanding the logic behind it. However, it still bothered me. This was my victim, my prey, and the thought of someone else interfering didn't sit well with me. It was just this that hindered my thrill of the hunt, so to speak.
Just as my irritation grew, I caught a glimpse of a certain expression on Wulfe's face. It was a warning to behave, a reminder that he could easily manipulate me to sabotage, and put Murdock on sniping duty. But I knew I had to keep myself in control, regardless of Wulfe's presence and his ability to hear my thoughts.
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