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IM/DC Chapter 149
🕑 Added 2024-07-01 20:41:06 +0000 UTCIt was the first time I was surrounded by that many girls without one of them fucking me since my body went to inhuman levels of attractiveness. I guess it goes to show when someone crashes through the roof of a mansion landing in a crowded auditorium of people playing basketball, it’s all women for themselves. To be fair, it was a women's basketball game so it wasn’t that crowded.
They still all scattered like cockroaches when you move the stove though. I could only chuckle as I watched them try to hurriedly put on close-to-run damage control on what happened. It was the first break I took that involved me just chilling and relaxing. I went to the food court(the place had over 500 students) got a pretzel and boba tea and just watched people come and go.
I had to put a forgetful charm on myself so I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb but it was nice to people watch. My first wife and I used to do this. At least before she started sleeping with other men as she tried to pass off a child that wasn’t mine as mine. She started sleeping with me right at the tail end of my criminal career. She got off on the power it gave her and when she lost it because I got out of the game she needed to find power elsewhere.
Too bad I found out, I knew the kid couldn’t be mine because the times didn’t match up. I didn’t find out until later but she was taking the morning-after pill when we fucked as well, trying her hardest to pass a child that wasn’t mine off to feel powerful. Too bad I found out… We didn’t have an amicable breakup after that. I still had enough pull from my crime boss days to find and kill the man who thought he could trick me.
She really should have checked what happened to those who betrayed me because she had both her legs shattered and needed a wheelchair for the rest of her life. Waiting for her to have the baby was some of the longest four months of my entire life. She thought she was safe, I wouldn’t do anything to her. She thought the man she cheated on me with just fled or wasn’t answering her calls.
That facade of smugness broke the first swing of the pipe wrench. I remember seeing the overconfident look that I was just playing, that I was just trying to scare her and wouldn’t do anything break the same moment her kneecap did. I couldn’t help but laugh at how easy I went on her after the fact. I was killing dozens of people every week just a year before that happened. If anything she got off lucky for what she did.
Still, as I swirled the boba pearls I couldn’t help but think of how long ago that was. It feels like five lifetimes ago. I stopped thinking about it, so much worse happened with my second wife that the first marriage seemed normal. It ended in a far worse tragedy and it’s the one I truly regret. I… I wasn’t always a ruthless man. You can only starve for so long until something in you just snaps. You’ll do anything for food, to have enough food to feel comfortable and safe.
Spending an entire week working hard only to have my roommate steal all the food we had and leave. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and watched him walk out with bags of what I thought was garbage only to realize he stole all the food when it was time to have a meal. He didn’t even eat it, he gave it away to the food broker to try and join the gang but they just laughed him off.
That was when I finally broke. Starving and seeing all the criminals still fat broke me. Seeing my roommate, someone I thought I could trust gamble our food away in the hope of getting a position under the local crime boss to secure food in the future. I hit him with a rock. It was thrown, I didn’t even mean to kill him. It just sort of happened. That was my first real murder. I had killed during the war but that was over a monitor. It was impersonal and as far removed from actual murder as you could possibly get.
I got bitter and brutal and wanted revenge on the fat mobsters who turned food into profit. The initiation was brutal. Everyone who wanted to join the gang had to fight in an arena and many people ended up with broken bones with only four of us(the ones in the best shape) becoming low-rank enforcers. I made my way through the ranks and eventually killed the leader, he knew I wanted to but didn’t think I would the first time we ever met.
It honestly shocked everyone inside the room when I tried to including myself. I was the only one who walked out of that room though. Over the next month, I spent securing my position and killing or chasing off anyone loyal to the previous crimelord. After that, I killed the three other crime lords in the area becoming a true crime boss…
I swear to god I tried to change how it worked. I wanted to help people. I wanted to make sure at the very least people weren’t starving but I quickly found out that humans aren’t like dogs. Humans will always try to bite the hand that feeds because they think they deserve more. Like a drowning man, they pushed anyone they could get ahold of under them so they could struggle for another breath. Even if that man they pushed underwater was trying to help them. They killed my kindness.
Everyone betrayed me because I was too kind and I quickly found that murder was the fastest way to get people to listen to the rules. Enforcing those rules hardened me even further and made me the jaded man who can look you in the eye as he saws your head off. I tossed the empty plastic container and drink into the trash as I got up and walked away. I made myself sad thinking about the past.
At least I didn’t think about my second marriage… Thinking back on that would have completely ruined my mood. At some point tears filled my eyes, it was the first time in a long time I cried thinking about my past. Like a knife twisting in my heart even thinking about what happened with my second wife led me to start leaking from my face.
It must have been because I would soon be a parent in this world. I… I wouldn’t let what happened… No, don’t think about it. People are looking at me as the forgetful charm has worn off. Two thin streaks trailing down my face as I tried to forget. I needed to find a woman, the only time I could forget was when I drank or when I was with a woman but drinking is what got me in trouble in the first place.
Psylocke was walking the opposite way in the hall and I just grabbed her while spinning her so she walked in my direction. I held onto her as she noticed my frayed emotions. She asked. “You okay?” I couldn’t help but smile. “I am now that you’re here.” We made it inside and I activated my baffle. I pushed my dresser in front of the door and I sealed it even further with magic.
I wasn’t gentle and it wasn’t fair to her. She deserved more than what I gave her. I used her as an outlet to forget my memories, only sex could help me forget. She groaned, moaned, and came more than most women I slept with the first time but I was barely even there mentally. I didn’t give her my attention. I was more mad at myself for sabotaging myself after so long. I had been doing so well, only killing evil people. I was doing good so why… Why was I thinking about the past?
Why was I thinking about Hydro Man? He was a villain but… Did he deserve to die? I killed him for his power but he was shaping up to be a rehabilitated villain. He helped the hero break up the elementals… I set a few rules and somehow months after I broke them it finally hit me like a sledgehammer to the face.
Psylocke spasmed underneath me as I kept moving my hips instinctively. Just forget already, it was an entire lifetime ago that everything happened. Just forget.
