Welcome to the fourth installment. This chapter is a mixture of sex and story. It contains incest and multiple partners and violence. The story is now firmly in the realm of scifi / fantasy and as always I hope you enjoy the ride. These chapters have been my first ever submissions and I was very nervous after seeing so many authors asking people to not make rude or inflammatory comments. So far most have been very decent so THANK YOU! I would like to perhaps gain a penpal or two out of this so if you really enjoy the story please write to me!
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Aftermath
When I opened my eyes again I was in a bed in an unfamiliar room. There were all kinds of electrodes and wires hooked up to me. I had bandages all over. Fucking hell I hurt everywhere. I tried to sit up. That wasn't happening. My movement set off a series of beeps on one of the connected machines. Mom was at my side. So was Meister. I could hear voices out in the hallway.
Mom looked at me with concern, "You need to lie still. You have many serious wounds that need to heal."
I croaked, "Thirsty."
Meister put a cup with a straw at my lips. I drank it down greedily. I could talk more clearly now. "Where's Geran?"
Mom pointed to me left. "He's in the bed next to you. He's still unconscious but he's recovering. His skill is less than yours and he took a lot more damage."
I looked around and asked anyone who would answer, "What happened?"
Meister answered, "Someone sabotaged the program. It was set to maximum and the safety protocols were disabled. You kids are very lucky to be alive. Your brother even more so. He wasn't breathing when we got in. In case you're curious, you are in the Hall's hospital. It's probably one of the best hospitals in the world. The incident took place two and a half days ago. We have a pretty good idea who did it and we're trying to apprehend them as we speak."
"Mom, I want to be closer to Geran, please." I was upset. I needed to touch him. Meister pushed my bed over until I could reach his hand. I held it tightly. "He's so pale and his breathing is shallow. When will he wake up?"
Mom answered, "Probably in a couple more days. Maybe sooner."
She told me. "Meister and I have some things to take care of. You have many powerful bodyguards outside the door. You'll be safe. We'll return soon."
"Mom, I want to see them alive. I want to see them." I said with as much determination as I could.
"I promise you both shall."
I relaxed, gripped his hand, and put my mind in his. It took a little while to attune myself to what he was thinking. He was dreaming about me. He was taking me on our honeymoon or trying to. Traffic was bad and then he was in a collision. I figured his mind was trying to explain the pain he was in. I interjected and took him to a warm beach and held him. I talked to him and tried to make the pain go away. His breathing became stronger and regular and his body relaxed. I stayed in his mind until sleep took me again and our dreams were merged.
I awoke the next day. One of the big guys was sitting in a chair overseeing us. "Best of mornings to you, young lady. Many call me Grizzly. Please let me know what you would like for breakfast and it shall be brought. Would you like me to untangle your collection of wires so you may utilize the facilities?"
I nodded, "Yes, please." He wasn't as big as Meister but he was big nonetheless. Like Meister he was solid muscle and also like Meister he was incredibly smart. I could see how the two of them had become friends. Or at least tolerated each other.
It was amazing to see such big fucking fingers work with such delicacy and dexterity. I was disconnected very quickly. "I would like pancakes, poached eggs, and bacon please. And about a gallon of orange juice."
By the time I was done in the bathroom my breakfast was delivered. I dug in. The pancakes were so-so but the bacon was really good. Grizzly kept me company. He was good company. He told me several stories about my Mom. The guy was supposed to be some sort of mega-genius and it showed but he could relate to my level without making me feel like a fucking idiot.
I kept my mind connected to Geran's so he would know the stories too. At one point I asked him, "Say, Grizzly, Who can we trust here?"
"Ahhh. The easiest of questions to answer. Absolutely no one. However, you do have allies. Meister and myself, quite a few others but their names wouldn't mean anything. Probably about twenty more lesser powered people. There are many here you may ask for advice, training, even aid. Even your worst enemies will offer something. If our personalities were more conducive to cooperation we could have defeated the heroes ages ago. It is our greatest curse and one which makes the name 'Hall of Doom' very appropriate for we are indeed doomed until we are united."
He seemed very tired and depressed then. "Hey, it'll happen! I know it will!"
"The exuberance of youth! If only." He seemed on the verge of withdrawing into himself. It was going to be a sad day if I couldn't snap him out of it. Oh well, back to the old tried and true.
"Hey Grizzly! Cheer up!" He looked up at me.
He gave a big smile, "You are a very special young lady well versed in knowing instinctively what to do at the proper time. Would you like to learn some card games while we continue our conversation?"
"I'd like that very much. Thanks for keeping me company today."
We talked and played games until late afternoon when I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I went back to sleep.
The next day was similar but a guy named Sinister Eight was my companion. He was sorta creepy, but I soon found out he had a great sense of humor and knew nearly every fucking joke there was. He kept me laughing all day but with plenty of time between jokes so I didn't reopen any wounds.
The next day was great! I woke up and Geran was looking at me. He said in a raspy voice, "We shoulda gone to Cleveland for our honeymoon."
I gave him a huge smile and wiggled around in my bed to give him a kiss. "How do you feel?"
He grimaced, "Still pretty rough. I'm thirsty."
"You lost a lot of blood. I'll get us some breakfast." I disconnected myself from all the probes and shit. Got up; tested my balance and strength. I was almost back to full power. I used the main control pad and ordered a ton of food remembering how I was a couple days ago. And two gallons of OJ and a gallon of milk.
"You need to go to the bathroom? I'll help you." I asked back over at his bed.
"Yes, please. I'm not sure about my balance yet." I unhooked him and got under his arm and we slowly got to the bathroom. I walked him into the shower and undressed and washed him thoroughly. I removed all the bandages and gently cleaned his wounds. He was healing well but there were so many cuts. A couple opened back up and bled a little.
I eased him out of the shower and carefully dried him. There was a spare gown for him and I draped it over his shoulders. We slowly walked back to his bed.
These clowns were efficient, I'll give them that much. While we were in the shower they had completely changed all the bed linens, removed my machines, refilled Geran's IV bottle, and had three nurses ready to apply new bandages. Within fifteen minutes he was re-bandaged and resting in his bed. Breakfast had arrived and I got him to drink about a quart of juice and eat two eggs before his exertions overtook him and he fell asleep again.
I had the nurses check my wounds. I was down to three bandages. I felt that was good enough to explore a little. I found clothes that Mom left. Snug jeans and a pink baby doll t. Good enough. I ate while watching Geran. He definitely seemed stronger. I put on my sneakers and opened the door. There were six badass bruisers standing watch. I saw a few more further down the corridor in both directions.
I thanked them for standing guard and went left. I got about ten feet down the hallway before I sensed two brunos following. Good enough, I didn't want to get sliced up again and I was still very tender.
The corridors were color coded and had seven different colored stripes on the walls leading to whatever each stripe represented. I chose the red stripe to follow. The halls were all brightly lit and there were pictures and paintings every so often. Some were masterpieces. Some were junk. I found myself at a red steel door. I tried the handle and it opened. Surprise surprise.
Inside was a fucking arsenal! I'd never seen so many weapons in one place. "Can I help you Young Miss?" a voice to my side
said. I hadn't noticed the caretaker behind armored glass. He looked like how I pictured a dwarf to look. He had a huge beard and beady little eyes with very thick glasses. I also noticed several weapon looking things pointed at me.
"Uhm, I'm new here. Is it possible to just look around a bit?" I expected to be booted out immediately.
"You may, Young Miss. Do not attempt to go past any closed doors. Do not attempt to remove any objects from the shelving. Take this pad. If any item is of particular interest write its identification number on the pad and bring it to me to forward the request. Do you understand?" He pushed an electronic pad through a slot under the glass.
I took it and said, "Uh, yeah, I got it. Thanks."
"You're most welcome Young Miss." He went back to reading something.
