Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: Sorry that it took so long, I knew the direction I wanted to take the series but I wasn't sure how I was going to do it.|
Any fan of this series knows the warning that comes with it; I focus more on the story than I do the sex. I also want to add that there will be some graphic violence, but not too graphic. I hope that you'll enjoy the story, and I am really proud of how it came out..
p.s. A scene was inspired by my favorite House episode, it's pretty obvious which episode.
It had been a month and a half since I was shot in the head, and I was recuperating at an incredible rate. Having woken up less than eight hours after my emergency surgery and regained the ability to walk just a couple days later, many doctors believed that my recovery was the fastest of anyone who had ever survived a headshot. My case was even going to be published in a medical journal, I could be seen on the evening news, and and I gained the world record for fastest recovery of a bullet wound to my brain. I had two metal plates in my head, and a quarter-sized scar in the middle of my forehead.
I was still in the hospital, just because my parents and the doctors wanted to be safe. Each day consisted of physical therapy and rest, then being visited by my parents and Jenny. Being with Jenny was now a different experience than it was before. Before, being with her was enjoyable and often confusing, but now that I had flawlessly combined my logical mind with my emotions, I was better able to understand my feelings for her and her feelings for me. I loved her, and I was truly happy. This enlightenment also expanded my already proficient mental prowess. I was able to enjoy the world more than I originally had, and understand humans instead of predict their actions.
I had never been very emotional, so this was all very new to me, but by no means were my emotions blocking my sense of logic. I was able to think as clearly as before and use logic with same skill, but I could now relate to humans and know how to act in social situations. I almost always had a small confident smile and was in a good mood. Because nurses were constantly patrolling the halls during visiting hours, Jenny and I didn't make love for the whole time I was there. I was finally able to understand what it meant to have blue balls. Even though I was going stir crazy, seeing my parents and Jenny every day made it liveable.
I was in the most lavish hospital room in the building, due to my past contributions. I often did freelance work for the hospital in my spare time, but I don't mean every-day volunteer work. Because of my genius intellect, I had helped the hospital in legal cases, bureaucracy, and even used my skills as an engineer to build surgical tools. Because I wasn't even a high school senior, I had to work in the shadows, with only the Dean of Medicine and a few board members employing me. In return for my help, they were giving me connections to prestigious universities for when I graduated. MIT was already willing to suck some dick to get me before the other universities could, but I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
It was a saturday afternoon, my last weekend in the hospital. Jenny was walking down the halls of the hospital. She had a smile on her face as she approached my room. She was wearing a pair of tattered jeans and a red blouse. As she turned the corner, she saw the Dean of Medicine stepping out of my hospital room. Once he was gone, Jenny walked over and stepped into the room.
“Hello Jenny.” I said with a smile.
“Hey.” She said sweetly as she walked over. She kissed me on the lips and then sat down in the chair next to the bed.
“So what did the Dean want?” She asked. My smile widened.
“He actually had very good news. You know about my freelance engineering work for the hospital, right?” I asked. Jenny nodded.
“Well there is a piece of machinery that I had been working on for a year and half. It was one few pieces that the hospital wasn't just paying me for, but funding. The designs are actually being sold to the large medical technology companies, and I'm getting 60% of the money, plus royalty payments. My financial future is taken care of. My prototype has just been installed in this very hospital.”
“Oh my god... Adrian...” Jenny gasped, trying to catch her breath. She jumped onto the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Adrian, I'm so proud of you!” She congratulated.
“Thank you, that means a lot.” I said with a small smile.
“Come on, I'll show it to you.” I said as I stepped out of the bed and put on my hospital robe.
“Uh...” I heard her mumble. I turned around and saw her holding out her hand as if she had wanted to stop me. I smiled and gave a small sigh. Jenny was always worried about me, and me walking around less than two months after my injury made her worry the most.
“Don't worry darling, I'm fully healed.” I said reassuringly.
Jenny gained a warm smile, stood up out of the bed, and grasped my arm. We left the room and walked down the halls of the hospital with the woman I loved clinging to my arm. I brought Jenny to the new addition of the surgical wing, with the two of us facing a door with an electronic lock.
“This machine was just installed today, so I'm one of the few people who knows the combination to this room. We won't be disturbed.” I said as I typed in the combination. The door was unlocked, and we stepped into the dark surgical chamber. I closed the door behind us and the lights instantly came on. Jenny was completely breathless.
“Adrian... how... did you really...” She stammered.
We were facing a large surgical robot. The five-armed spider-like machine stood over a gurney with three bright lights overhead. Each arm had a different tool, such as a scalpel, surgical scissors, forceps, a flexible scope for interior observation, and a pneumatic jet that would send a stream of air to help open up the body during surgery. The arms could make steady movements in millimeter increments, had an automatic defense mechanism that would keep the arms from reacting to the surgeon's slight tremors, and could perform tasks as small and intricate as watch repair. Each arm had a small camera, with one main camera that would look straight down at the patient.
“I bet you figured that since I built it, it would be made of a bunch of spare parts from a junkyard. Quite the contrary; the hospital sees me as an inexpensive technological prodigy, and as long as I'm payed and and funded, I can produce fully-functioning surgical machinery.
I studied the designs of its predecessors and was able to build a more affective and inexpensive model. This baby was built with top-of-the-line materials and components, but cost only a quarter-million dollars. It took a year and a half to build, but I would say that it's my life's work. I even picked the name, it's known as the Adroid.” I said proudly.
Jenny moved over to the gurney, gazing at the five master-crafted mechanical arms. I looked around at the room we were in. The surgical chamber had dark tiles, stainless-steal walls, and was illuminated solely by the three lamps over the surgical robot. While the room was kept at a comfortable 70º degrees, the dim lighting gave the illusion that it was quite cool. The darkness and the temperature gave a very relaxing feeling. Ten feet from the gurney was a table with several computers and hand-controllers for the arms.
“Do you want to see what it can do?” I asked. Jenny turned to me with an ecstatic smile on her face, as if she was a little girl with a pony at her birthday party.
“Lay down on the gurney.” I said as I sat down behind the computers. Jenny's smile shrank and I saw nervousness in her eyes.
“Don't worry darling, I promise I won't hurt you. I am more skilled with this machine than anyone else on earth.” I said reassuringly. Jenny regained her smile and laid down on the gurney. I turned on the surgical robot and the five arms released a veering sound. Jenny shivered as they slowly lowered towards her.
I was controlling the joysticks with the precision of a watch-maker, ensuring that every movement was as steady as physically possible. Through the camera on every arm, I was getting a perfect close-up view. I moved the arm with the scalpel up to Jenny's face. She held her breath as I ran the back of the blade slowly down her cheek, almost like a shaving razor, but without leaving the faintest of lines.
Jenny's breathing was slow and shallow, her body was trembling, and I could see goosebumps on her skin as her body temperature lowered.
“Are you scared?” I asked with a small smile.
“No.” She whispered. I smiled again and moved the arm with the pneumatic jet. I had it move across the other side of her face, releasing a steady stream of air that caused her to shiver and her long blond hair to shift.
“Yes you are. There is no need to hide it, enjoy the feeling...” I said, taking control of the surgical scissors.
The arm slowly moved up, slicing off the buttons of her blouse. Her shirt opened up, revealing her round full breasts, just barely being held in by her bra. Her nipples were almost poking through the fabric from the shivers running through her body. She continued to shiver as her body entered the fight-or-flight stage.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes.” She gasped.
“Then don't worry, you're basically in the palm of my hand. You're both frightened and aroused, enjoy the feeling.” I said as I used the scalpel to cut through the sleeves and free her arms.
“Enjoy every shiver that runs through your body, every tremor of fear and bliss.” I said as I used the pneumatic jet so send streams of air running along her arms and up her chest. She gave a soft gasp and gripped the sides of the gurney with erotic anticipation.
“When you are scared, your senses are fully heightened. Use this your heightened senses to fully enjoy every ounce of pleasure you will experience.” I said, using the forceps and scissors to cut away her jeans, leaving her only in her underwear. With only her bra and panties covering her, Jenny became fully aroused. I could see every muscle in her body stretching and contracting as they reacted to her feelings. She licked her lips and gripped the sides of the gurney, desperate for more.
“There you go. Open yourself up to me.” I said.
I then used the forceps and scissors to cut away her bra and panties. Her luscious breasts nearly burst out of the sheared lingerie, while she kept her thighs pressed together shyly.
“I can see every single part of you Jenny, and my god, you are so lovely.” I said.
Using the pneumatic jet, I sprayed her breasts with jets of cool air, almost tickling her. She began running her fingertips across her chest and slim belly, breathing heavily and relishing the teasing licks of the air against her pointing nipples. She then released a mix of a gasp and a yelp as I dragged the forceps across her inner thighs, electrifying her sense of touch with the feeling of the cold metal.
“You're going to enjoy this next part Jenny, and I know I will.” I said as I took control of the last arm of the surgical robot.
Stretching from the robotic arm was an exploratory camera, able to move like a serpent through the body with its long and flexible coil-like frame. This would be its first time being used. The long coil touched down on the middle of her chest, and as the arm moved down, the camera slithered across her body and moved between her legs. Jenny released a high-pitched moan as the camera entered her pussy, moving deeper and deeper with its cold outer-frame driving her wild.
Jenny held onto the gurney for dear life as the camera moved through her pussy, and an air stream from the pneumatic jet and the forceps were dragged across every inch of her soft skin. While the camera was quite thin, I was able to use its flexibility to stimulate different areas of her pussy that I hadn't been able to reach with my own penis. As I had the camera move back and forth inside of her, Jenny began gyrating her hips, trying to get as much stimulation as she could. She was giving a continuous moan as I overwhelmed her sense of touch with the three arms of the surgical robot. I had one eye on Jenny and the other on the monitor that was linked to the camera.
“Aha, there it is.” I said once I found what I was looking for. The camera was staring straight at the legendary G-spot.
I moved the camera forward, prodding the spot. Jenny arched her back and released a shrill whine. I continued teasing her, pressing on her G-spot with the camera and causing her to have orgasm after orgasm. She rolled onto her side, clinging to the gurney as she lost control of her body, succumbing to the endless wave of climaxes.
Finally, I backed off, and the robotic arms folded back as the machine was shut down. I walked over to Jenny, who was desperately trying to catch her breath. She was blushing so much that her whole body was red, and the light from the lamps above her was being caught by a thin film of sweat.
“So how did you like that?” I asked with a smile.
“Let's just say that you'll have to get me a wheelchair, because I don't think I can walk after that.” She whispered as she gasped for air.
An abandoned warehouse sat on a pier at the edge of the city, with the choppy waves crashing against its concrete foundations. For years, the building had served as a hangout for high school dropouts and street gang members. They had only a few firearms, but their meth labs were top-notch. Everyone knew that this building was a gang hangout, and no one dared enter the area.
Inside, twenty of the city's bottom-feeders were buying and trading different drugs from each other, playing cards, and discussing street politics. Everyone of them had left school and was little more than a burden to society. All of the gang members turned their attention to the warehouse entrance as the doors opened.
“You retards are fucking USELESS!” The intruder boomed.
All of the gang members jumped to their feet when they realized it was Ben.
“How the hell did you get out?” One of them asked.
“I stabbed a few guards when I was about to be transferred and ran as fast as I could. I was going to be tried as an adult for murder, so it fits that I had to kill to escape, no thanks to you losers.” He said with a sadistic smile. He walked over and sat down on a ratty sofa.
“Why the hell didn't you guys come help me?” He demanded. All of the gang members were stone silent, desperately trying to think up something to say.
“I already know why. You all thought that if I were locked up, control of this gang would fall out of my hands. I got news for you retards, I'm the boss, no matter what. But it doesn't matter; I'm free as a bird and I managed to kill that prick Adrian, life is good.” He chuckled.
“No you didn't, Adrian survived.” A guy said as he counted the oxycodone pills he had just bought.
“WHAT?!” Ben roared, flipping the table in front of him. Cocaine, magazines, bullets, and cash were tossed into the air.
“I shot that bastard in the head and you're telling me he's still alive?!” He yelled.
“Only you could shoot a guy in the head and not kill him.” One guy laughed. Without hesitation, Ben pulled out a gun and shot him in the head, splattering blood and brains across the gang members around him.
“I may not have killed him, but that doesn't mean I can't kill.” He said before sitting down.
“That bastard stabbed me through the shoulder and nearly killed me. I'm going to put him down if it's the last thing I do.” Ben growled.
“What are you going to do, wait in his car than shoot him when he climbs in?” One guy asked with a chuckle. He had one hand in his coat, and he was ready to draw his own pistol if Ben made a move for his.
“No, I'm going to make him come to me. Everyone says that bastard can't feel emotions, so I'm going to test that rumor. Let's see if we can draw blood from stone.” He said with a sadistic smile.
The sun was shining brightly as I stepped out of the hospital. Jenny was clinging to my arm, and my parents were standing by their car. They walked over and hugged me with tears of joy.
“Hi mom, hi dad. I'm ready to go home.” I said with a smile.
“I'm going to go home and take a shower, but I'll see you tonight.” Jenny said before kissing me on the cheek.
“I'll be waiting.” I hummed.
As Jenny walked away, my parents and I got in the car.
“She is such a sweet girl, you are lucky to have her.” My mom said as we pulled out of the hospital parking lot.
“I don't believe in luck, just good fortune.” I said peacefully as I looked out the window.
“Hopefully your teachers won't bury you in missed schoolwork, don't forget that you that you still have to go back tomorrow.” My bad said, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
“I remember, but I would have been out a lot sooner if you had just let me leave the hospital. I just hope my injury will get me some sympathy.” I chuckled. My parents looked at each other and smiled. Not only had my survival been a miracle, but they couldn't remember the last time I had been in such a good mood.
I was in my room, lying on my bed in the dark. It was ten minutes before dinner, and I was waiting for Jenny to call. It was looking at an envelope in my hand. There were several more beside me, and each was from a medical technology company or hospital. I opened up the first one and pulled out the check. I laughed softly when I saw all of the zeroes. I opened up all of the envelopes, starring at each check. I added up all the numbers and realized that I was looking at more than a million dollars, and that was just the initial payments; I would be able to retire before graduating high school once the royalty payments started coming in.
As I put the checks in my wallet to be cashed in later, my cell phone began to ring.
“Hey Jenny.” I answered, instantly knowing who it was. Several miles away, Jenny smiled when she heard my voice. She was gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to navigate the dark forest road.
“Hey, I'll be there in a few minutes. I hope your mom is making something good.” She said.
“I wouldn't know, my sense of taste is still messed up.” I joked.
“Where are you?” I asked after she laughed.
“I just drove onto the Pine Bridge. Hold on, some jackass is tailgating me. I'll see you soon darling I- What the hell is he...” I heard the revving of an engine and my heart rate jumped.
“Jenny, what's going on?” I asked.
“He's pulling up beside me, I don't know what he-” She was cut off by the sound of metal against metal and I heard a loud crash.
“Jenny? Jenny!” I yelled as I heard her scream. The line then fell dead.
I sprinted out of my room as fast as I could.
“Mom, something happened to Jenny!” I yelled before running out the front door. I dialed 911 on my phone as I climbed in my car. I sped down the driveway so fast that smoke was billowing from my tires.
“911, what's your emergency?” A woman asked.
“I think my girlfriend has fallen off the Pine Bridge. I think someone might have tried to kill her.”
“We're on our way.” She said before I turned off my phone.
I drove down the winding roads as fast as possible, using my adrenalin to control the car and avoid crashing. A car blared its horn at me as I sped past it. I reached the bridge in five minutes and instantly saw Jenny's car in the river. She was near the bank of the river, where the water was just barely at neck level. Her car had not sank below the surface, but it was quickly being sucked into the mud.
I parked my car on the bridge, and with my coat left behind, I jumped off and into the center of the river, where the water was deeper. The chilly water shocked my body and instantly began to sap my strength, but I swam over to the sinking car and moved over to the driver's side. Jenny was unconscious in the driver's seat, with her face half-submerged in bloody water and a large gash on the side of her head.
The doors were locked, so with adrenalin increasing my strength, I broke through the driver's side window with my elbow. I unlocked the door, released Jenny's seatbelt, and pulled her out. I carried out of the water and laid her down on the riverbank. Up on the bridge, two ambulances and several cop cars had shown up.
“Down here!” I hollered.
I then turned to Jenny and checked her injuries. She had a weak pulse, but she wasn't breathing. As the medics tried to navigate down to the riverbank, I gave Jenny CPR, praying to any deity that I could think of that Jenny would wake up.
“How long has it been since the crash?” One of the medics asked.
“Eleven minutes. Her heart is beating but she won't breath and won't wake up.” I said as the EMTs lifted her onto a stretcher.
With a hand-pump hooked up to her mouth to force air in and out of her lungs, she was carried back up onto the bridge. She was lifted into one of the ambulances, and just as I was about to get into my car to follow, two fire trucks sped past us. I looked towards the forest where the fire trucks were headed. The night sky was turning orange and a pillar of smoke was rising from the light.
“Mom... dad...” I muttered, instantly knowing that the smoke was coming from my house.
'There's nothing I can do, I need to get to the hospital.' I thought to myself as I got in my car.
I followed the ambulance back to the hospital, and during the whole drive, my mind was racing. Somebody definitely forced Jenny off of the bridge, and my house going up in flames was no coincidence. Somebody was doing this, somebody was targeting me. I quickly turned on the radio and flipped through the channels, finally stopping when I heard a clear dull voice.
“The criminal's name is Ben Dubois, he is 18 years old and considered extremely danger-” I turned off the radio and cursed. Ben had escaped and he was seeking revenge.
I sat in the waiting room of the hospital while Jenny was being examined and taken care of. I was desperately waiting for word of her or my parents. I had tried calling their cell phones, but they wouldn't even ring.
“Adrian Ashford?” I heard. I looked up and was face to face to a police officer.
“Yes, I'm Adrian Ashford.” I said, trying to keep my mind calm.
“I'm Officer Mathews, and I'm afraid that I have bad news. Your parents are dead son, they died in a fire that destroyed your house.” He said sadly. I balled my hands into fists with my fingernails digging into my palm so tightly that blood was dripping onto the floor.
“My parents are dead?” I asked with my voice shaking.
“I'm afraid so. Now, because of the intensity and the rapid growth of the fire, we think it might have been deliberate. We are currently investigating the possible causes. I'm sorry.” He said.
“Thank you.” I said as I bowed my head, telling him that I wanted to be alone.
“By the way, I was told you came here with a girl? Jenny Donovan?” Officer Mathews asked.
“Yeah, she's my girlfriend.” I said, looking up with my eyes wide.
“If that's true, then I think you should be the one to tell her this; there was another fire. Like you, her house burned down and her parents were killed in the flames.” He said. I took a deep shaky breath.
“Ok, I'll tell her.” I said. As the cop walked away, the Dean of Medicine approached.
“How is she Jack?” I asked.
“She is stable, but it's complicated. Falling off of the bridge didn't just give her a concussion, it caused near-fatal trauma to her brain. She's fallen into a coma, and she'll either pass away some time tonight or she'll most likely never wake up. I've seen this kind of coma countless times before, and it often ends in death.” He said.
The words struck me like an icy knife through the center of my chest. My whole body became cold, with every cell feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. I couldn't move or breath, and my throat was as dry as sand.
“Can... can I see her?” I asked, barely able to speak.
“Of course.” The doctor said.
I was brought to Jenny's room and left alone with her. She was lying in a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around her head, and her clothes had been replaced with a white gown. She was hooked up to a respirator and a heart monitor, which was giving a soft rhythm of beeps. With my whole body shaking, I walked over and crouched down, wrapping my hands around Jenny's.
“Jenny, I don't know if you can hear me. I don't even know if you're still alive in there. But there are two things I do know; I love you, and this is the last time I will ever see you. I'm going to get revenge, I'm going to avenge the deaths of my parents, the deaths of your parents, and most importantly; I'm going to avenge you. I'm going to kill Ben, I'm going to kill all of his friends, and once I get my revenge, the police will never stop hunting me.
You told me once, that it was people like me who had the power to change the world. After tonight, I will set out to change the world, no matter what happens. I will be what you wanted me to be, whatever that might have been. Don't believe in the afterlife, but if there is one and you pass away tonight, please wait for me. You and I will most likely be reunited in the next life before sunrise, and that is all I can hope for.” I said. Then for the first time in over a decade, tears began to fall from my eyes, slowly dripping onto Jenny's cold hands. I stood up and kissed her on the lips.
“You were the one thing that made me human, and I will always love you.” I said before turning around and walking away.
I stepped out into the hall and closed my eyes. My tears stopped and my clenched jaw became calm. I opened my eyes, which had gained an icy hue.
I climbed into my car and sped off out of the driveway. I scanned the streets until I finally found what I was looking for. I came to a stop in front of an ATM in an empty street. I pulled out my wallet, a pen, and a duffle bag from the back of the car, and walked over to the machine. I pulled out all of the checks I had received and quickly wrote down my name on the back of each one with the pen. I had owned a bank account since I was thirteen and could easily access it. I inserted all of the checks and watched my account fill up.
I typed in a withdrawal of every single dollar and held out the bag as hundred-dollar bills began streaming out. I waited by the machine for several minutes while countless bills fell into the bag. I eventually had to leave, because the machine had run out of cash. I finished the withdrawal at a second ATM and drove down to a pawn shop. I stepped inside with hundred-dollar bills stuffed in my pocket. I walked past the shelves of instruments, jewelery, and electronics, and stepped up to the counter.
“Looking for something in particular?” The owner asked.
“Do you have any bulletproof vests?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure.” The owner said, raising one of his eyebrows.
“Give me five of them.” I said.
“Uh... OK... That will cost $2500, but you'll need to sign some paperwork if you want to buy these.
“$3000 and we skip the paperwork.” I said as I slapped the money down on the table.
Eyeing me nervously, the owner went into the back room to get the vests. While he was gone, I looked down at the merchandise displayed in the glass counter. This was where all of the firearms were. The owner finally came back and put the vests down onto the table.
“That gun right there, can I see it?” I asked, pointing to the Desert Eagle. It was easy to recognize from movies.
“Now kid, you may be able to buy these vests, but you are way to young to buy a firearm.” The owner said nervously.
“I just want to see it.” I said calmly. After several seconds, the owner opened up the counter and handed me the gun. This was actually the first firearm I had ever held.
“On second thought, I'd be willing to look past the age requirement and waiting period... for the right price.” The owner. I stood as still as a statue, staring at the gun in my hand. Finally, I looked back up at the owner.
“No, I don't need this. I already have everything I need.” I said before putting the gun on the counter, grabbing the vests, and walking back out to my car.
I drove up the driveway of my destroyed house and stared at the great black scar on the earth. The area was surrounded by a strip of police tape, but there was no one around. I stepped out of my car and walked out into the wet ashes. I made my way through the twisted metal and burned wood to where the garage used to be. I pulled away a charred sheet of plywood, and was looking down at a long metal case, meant to hold pool cues.
I bent down and opened the case up, letting the moonlight shine down at what it contained.
Sitting in a bed of velvet was a pool cue-sized spike made of steel, titanium, and several powerful metals, instead of one single alloy. It had been made with the same skill and precision used to forge Japanese katanas, and like katanas, the metals were mixed together and layered to use each attribute flawlessly in a single weapon. The shaft was sloped at the flawless angle and was perfectly straight from end to end. The tip was sharp enough to draw blood with the slightest touch, but so powerful that it would never break or dull. The whole weapon was as durable as a nuclear flask and would stand the test of time. Along with the Adroid, it was my greatest creation.
I picked up the spike and the sheath I had made beneath it. I raised the spike and gazed at the moonlight shining off it. The metal would be coated in a layer of red before morning. I hooked up the sheath to my belt, diagonal across my lower back. I slowly slid the spike into its sheath, wrapping my mind around the smooth sound it emitted.
I continued to scavenge, finding several of my darts, all undamaged by the flames. I also grabbed several sheets of steel that I had been planning on turning into more spikes. Once I was done, I walked back to my car and drove away.
The room was large and dark, with colored lights shining on streamers and balloons. There were several tables, all with white table clothes and decorated centerpieces. In the corner was an unattended DJ station and no music playing. The room was empty, except for one person.
Jenny was sitting at one of the tables, wearing a red sequin dress, with a slit on each side that ran halfway up her smooth thighs and a single strap that went across her shoulder, with folded lace that made it look like it was covered in roses. There were diamond clips in her hair and a light shading of makeup on her face. She looked absolutely beautiful.
Jenny gasped as her mind suddenly switched on, as if she were about to fall asleep and someone clapped their hands next to her ears.
“Where... where am I?” She asked softly, looking around the room and at her outfit.
“Hello Jenny.” She heard a relaxed voice say. She turned around and gasped.
“Adrian?” She whispered in disbelief as she stared at the man she loved.
“No, I am merely your subconscious.” The apparition said, leaning back in his chair and straightening his tuxedo.
“What the hell is going on? Where am I?” Jenny asked, shaking her head.
“Why, you're at the prom of course!” Her subconscious with the biggest smile she had ever seen on me. Jenny looked around, realizing that it was the school gymnasium. Her subconscious lost his smile.
“But that's not the answer you're looking for, is it? In truth, you are in a dream.”
Jenny ignored him and held her head in her hands.
“What the hell happened?” She asked herself.
“You fell, remember? That guy tailgating you pushed you off the bridge?” Her subconscious said, trying to get her to remember. Jenny's eyes widened as all of the memories flashed back.
“It seems you're ready to talk.” Her subconscious said calmly.
“Why am I here?” Jenny asked.
“You are in this dream because something has happened to your real body and you need to make a choice in order to wake up.” My doppelganger said.
“Wait... this is...” Jenny realized.
“This is the same dream Adrian had, exactly. After Adrian woke up, he described to you in vivid detail what happened in his dream, and now your mind is copying it and fusing it with your own thoughts and personality.” Her subconscious said, cutting her off.
“But I don't understand why. What decision do I have to make?” Jenny asked.
“It's simple: you have to decide whether to stay with Adrian or let him walk his path through life alone. The source of this decision stems from the dream itself; why are you having it. Quite simply, you're having it because he did.” Her subconscious shrugged.
“What are you talking about?” Jenny asked, becoming irritated.
“You've adored Adrian for years, ever since you first noticed him as being something more than human. In the year before you two were first intimate, your love and adoration turned to idolization. Now you love him so much that it's bordering on worship. Jenny, you literally worship the man you love. I can't say whether this is a good or bad trait of yours, I just need you to fully realize it.” Her subconscious said.
Jenny was silent as she mulled over what she had been told.
“Now, I told you that you had to make a decision; you had to decide whether to stay with or leave Adrian. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't be able to even have this dream, but you've gained a form of enlightenment by being with Adrian. Adrian is a genius, you know that, but what you don't consciously realize is that his intellect isn't just in his mind. By learning to master the link between his mind and body, he's able to use his physical attributes to their full extent.
Humans only use 30% of the power in their muscles, but he can harness two or even three times that. Also, you are aware of his ability to block pain with just his mind? That bullet through his brain should have killed him, but because of his unstoppable will and control of his body, he was able to survive. All this time, you've been subconsciously studying him and have taught yourself this ability without realizing it. The subconscious absorbs far more information than the rest of the brain can even comprehend. By being with Adrian, you're learning to use mind over matter.”
“Alright, I understand why I'm having this dream, but why do I need to chose between being with Adrian and leaving him?” She asked desperately. Her subconscious sighed.
“Well I can only tell you what you have already heard, and the only real information I've gotten was from Adrian. Jenny, your parents are dead.” He said.
“What...” Jenny gasped as tears began to roll down her face.
“I don't know how it happened, but Adrian said that his parents and your parents were dead.” He replied sheepishly. Jenny burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. For over ten minutes, Jenny was inconsolable. Her face was buried in her hands, with tears dripping from between her fingers and staining her red dress. Her subconscious was silent while she cried, not making any movements. Finally, Jenny took a deep breath.
“You still haven't told me why I have to choose between being with Adrian and leaving him.” She said with her voice shaking.
“Well, like I said, I can only tell you what you have personally already heard; whether awake or asleep. Adrian said that he his going to avenge his parents, your parents, and you. I'm guessing he thinks you'll die very soon and there is nothing that can be done to stop it. With his parents already gone and you supposedly not long for this world, Adrian said he will seek vengeance. He said that he'll kill Ben and all of his friends, who I'm guessing killed your parents, and after seeing the rampage Adrian went on the last time he faced Ben, the chaos left behind him will be unimaginable.
Now, like in Adrian's dream, I am going to show you the results of your decisions. I told you already that this is the prom. What I meant was that this is your future if you leave Adrian. You can still have an ordinary life; finish high school, go to senior prom, attend college, get married, have a few kids, and so on. All you need to do is let Adrian think you are dead, let this catastrophe end up like the movie Hannibal Rising but without the cannibalism, and rebuild your life while Adrian goes to fulfill a promise he made to you that he would change the world.”
“So I can let Adrian seek his revenge, and once he is out of my life, I can try and rebuild without him?” Jenny asked bitterly.
“Yes, or you can be with him. But I can't show you the repercussions of that choice.” Her subconscious said, leaning back.
“Wait, why not?” Jenny asked.
“Because you can't predict where that path will take you, you're not as good at this as Adrian. Basically, you can go find Adrian, abandon what's left of your life to be with him, and flee from the authorities who will surely be after him. Basically, your future will be up for grabs. You will never have an ordinary life. Knowing this, what will you do?” Her subconscious asked. Jenny gave a small smile.
“You said I could abandon what's left of my life to be with Adrian. You of all people should know that Adrian is my life. I will not leave him; I will follow him, no matter where it will take us.” She said confidently.
Jenny opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel the bandages wrapped around her head and the warm sheets of the hospital bed. She looked around and saw her clothes and purse in a plastic bag next to the bed. She took a deep breath and sat up, wincing as a bolt of pain shot through her skull. She slowly stepped out of the bed and stood up.
Jenny took off the hospital gown and changed back into her damp clothes. Taking only her wallet from her purse, she stepped out of the room and started walking down the halls towards the exit. As she got closer and closer, people began to call out to her, but she just ignored them. Once outside, she climbed into the backseat of a taxi cab.
“Take me to the pier.” She said to the driver. He looked at her with disbelief.
“Ma'am, are you sure?” He asked.
“Drive.” She ordered.
I sat parked in an alley near the warehouse, trying to keep my heartbeat steady. I could see lights in the windows, confirming that Ben and his cronies were there. With a pocket knife and a roll of duct tape, I was altering the five bullet proof vests. I had one around my chest, and was cutting the other four into halves. With my knife, I cut open a wide slit along the edge of the vest I was wearing. With all five vests now cut open, I grabbed the steel sheet metal I had grabbed from the wreckage of the house. The kevlar could stop bullets, but I would need the sheet metal to distribute the force of the impact. I stuffed as many sheets as I could, making it so that they were enhanced at all angles.
With all of the vests reinforced, including the one I was wearing, I began unraveling the duct tape. I took the severed halves of the vests I had cut through and wrapped them around my biceps, forearms, shins, and thighs, then secured them with the duct tape, all hidden underneath my clothes. With almost my entire body now protected, bullets would be mostly useless against me.
I grabbed my sheathed spike and stepped out of the car. I hooked up the sheath to the back of my belt and put on my coat. I walked up to the entrance of the warehouse and kicked open the doors. In the center of the warehouse were all twenty of Ben's cronies, lounging on ratty furniture with makeshift tables between them. They jumped to their feet, all but Ben. He was sitting in a chair with his back to me.
“I knew you would show up.” He laughed as he stood up and faced me.
“You and your subordinates killed my parents and the woman I love. Before this night is over, you will all be dead and your blood will be splattered across the walls.” I said coldly as I took a step forward.
“So the machine has emotions after all. It's funny how you think you'll leave here alive.” Ben laughed before snapping his fingers.
All of his cronies reached into their jackets and pulled out handguns. I quickly crouched down and shielded my head with my forearms as they opened fire. Countless bullets struck the ground around me, but many made direct hits. The kevlar kept them from doing any real damage and the metal plates distributed the impact force, but I had to grit my teeth to fight the power of each bullet and the pain that came with them. More than five bullets managed to strike an exposed area, but the areas were so small that no bones were damages and the bullets just scratched me, but the speed and heat of the bullets was blisteringly painful.
With many of the bullets striking the ground around me, the air was quickly filling with dust from crushed concrete, hiding me in a grey cloud. All of the gang members fired until they ran out of ammo, and once I heard the chorus of empty clicks, I stood up. The dust cleared and everyone had a look of disbelief on their faces. Ben's eye was twitching as he realized that aside from some scratches and bruises, I was completely unharmed.
“That's impossible, a lot of them missed but he had to have been hit with almost a hundred bullets...” Ben cursed.
“I am going to kill every last one of you.” I growled as I drew my spike from its sheath and slashed the floor, carving a large crack in the solid concrete.
“Johnny, go bash his head in!” Ben ordered.
One of the gang members was shaken from his stupor and grabbed a baseball bat, brimming with jagged nails. He charged towards me with the bat above his head, trying to fight his fear. I took a deep breath and used the moment to fully awaken my mind's control over my muscles, harnessing over three quarters of their full strength. With only a few feet between us, the gang member brought down the bat towards my head. With nearly inhuman speed and strength, I swung the spike and used it to block the bat. With my strength, the jagged bludgeon shattered into splinters. Before the outlaw could overcome his shock, I stabbed him through the gut, striking his left side with the spike bursting out of his right. With all of the strength in my right arm, I tore the spike out and ripped open his torso, letting his organs fall out onto the cold floor.
As my first victim died before hitting the ground, all of the gang members charged towards me, armed with chains, crowbars, baseball bata, lead pipes, and even a few cheap walmart machetes. Only Ben stayed behind, staring at me in disbelief.
The first gang member attacked, swinging at me from the side with a crowbar. I caught the hook with my left hand as if it were little more than piece of falling silverware, then stabbed him through the heart with my pike. I knocked his body aside and pulled out my darts. Taking careful aim, I threw them at seven of the oncoming gang members. Three were stabbed in the eye, another three were stabbed in the throat, and the last had it imbedded in the center of his chest.
A gang member with a baseball charged towards me, swinging it wildly. I dodged his attacks and swung my spike, slamming it against the back of his head with enough force to shatter his skull. I turned around as an attacker raised a cheap walmart machete. As quick as a flash, I stabbed upwards, sending the spike driving through his lower jaw and bursting out of his skull.
I pulled it free as I heard the ringing of chains. A section of chain wrapped around my spike, with a scrawny gang member holding the other end. Thinking he had accomplished the ultimate movie fight move, he tried to rip the spike out of my hand. With my strength, I was able to keep from moving an inch. I grabbed the chain and pulled the gang member over to me. Before he could let go, I stabbed him through the right side of the chest.
Five gang members grouped together, all attacking from a different angle. I crouched down to dodge their weapons and swung the spike, slashing them with the needle-sharp tip. While the weapon had no edge, I was able to completely rip them open. I looked over to Ben and saw him putting his cell phone away. Who was he calling?
Gang member after gang member came at me, either working alone or joining with others to attack. No matter what they did, I was able to evade their weapons and kill with ease, ending their lives with a stab, a slash, or with a bone-crushing impact. After only a few minutes, every gang member was dead, with a growing pool of blood covering.
Just as I was about to turn around, a bullet slammed into my back, knocking me down. Two more struck my arm and the back of my thigh, and a third winged the back of my shoulder, one of the few areas that wasn't covered. I
could feel it cut through my skin and grind against the bone.
“Why the fuck won't you die?!” Ben yelled as he walked towards me. I got to my feet and turned around, just as Ben put two rounds in my chest, knocking the wind out of me.
“I got one more bullet, and this time, there aren't any doctors here to save your life.” He said as he aimed the gun at my head.
'There's no time to dodge!' I thought to myself. While my mind was working faster than ever, my body couldn't keep up with the speed of a bullet. With adrenalin coursing through my brain, every movement seemed to take place in slow motion, from the movement of Ben's guns to the flies coming to feast on the dead gangsters.
'Calculate the angle! Compensate and deflect!' I thought, imagining a beam of red light shining out of the barrel of the gun, telling me where the bullet was going to land. In milliseconds, I calculated the angle, adjusted for recoil and distance, and swung my spike just as Ben pulled the trigger. The bullet was launched, moving too fast for even my eyes to catch it. But while I couldn't see the bullet, I heard the chime when it struck the shaft of the spike and was deflected.
Time took it's normal speed as the crumpled bullet fell to the ground and bounced on the pavement. Ben was speechless.
“You... you really are a machine...” He stammered.
As fast as my exhausted body would move, I bolted over to him and stabbed him in the throat, with the spike bursting out of his spine.
“And don't forget it.” I said as the life was ripped from his body. I pulled back my spike and the corpse fell to the ground with all of the others. I swung the spike, spraying off the thick layer of blood.
“Adrian?” I heard the soft voice say as I put the spike in its sheath. I turned around and my whole body froze. Jenny was standing just ten feet from me, with a small smile on her face.
“Jenny.” I gasped, unable to believe it. I had to be hallucinating, that was the only explanation. Jenny rushed over and wrapped her arms around me. holding me tightly. With her warm body pressed against mine, I knew that she was real.
“Jenny, I thought that I was never going to see you again, I thought you were dead.” I said as I held her, savoring the feeling of her against me, the smell of her hair, and the sound of her breathing.
“How is it possible? Your wounds...” I began.
“Don't worry darling, I'm fully healed.” She said with a slight amount of humor. I smiled at the joke, they were the same words I had said to her before showing her the Adroid. While we both knew her injuries were far from healed, she was going to be OK.
Jenny pressed her lips against mine and we kissed for several seconds, trying to communicate how happy we were and how much we loved each other. We parted as the sound of sirens reached us.
“Damn it, Ben called the cops. He wanted to drag me down any way I could, and he definitely told them I was the one who did this. Jenny, I have to get out of here, run before the cops see you.” I cursed.
“Adrian, I'm coming with you.” She said sternly.
“What?” I asked.
“I had a dream, just like yours, and I had to decide between leaving you and being with you. I love you Adrian, and I am going to be with you. I will follow you forever, no matter what happens. I don't care where this path takes us, but there is nothing for me here. You are my life Adrian, and I just want to be with you.” She said softly. I looked down, savoring the moment.
“I love you Jenny.” I said with the same soft tone before kissing her.
With Jenny's hand wrapped around mine, we escaped the warehouse before the cops burst in and ran back to my car. We sped off, trying to get as far away as possible, as fast as possible. Jenny leaned over and pressed herself against me, and I wrapped my arm around her.
“So what are we going to do?” She asked.
“I have a plan Jenny, a plan on how I'm going to change the world. And with a million dollars as a start-up and you at my side, I'm going to do it. I'm going to change the world.” I said with a confident smile.
“I love you Adrian.” jenny said as she kissed me on he cheek.
“I love you too Jenny.” I replied.
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