I'm glad I was able to share this story with all of you.
I'm sorry I had to repost, but there was a huge change I had to make, plus the original got tossed into the Less Read pile before it had a chance for more people to look at it. I've already sent a message to the admins to delete the original.

Body Of A Man, Mind Of A Machine

Part 1:

My name is Adrian, and I have always been different from other people. I’m sixteen, but other than my physical appearance (I’m 5’10, have brown hair, turquoise eyes, and a lean frame), I can’t be compared to other guys my age. I’ve always focused on logic and reason over emotion and social dynamics. If it weren’t for the fact that I was basically devoid of all humanity and emotions, I would be the Jesus of emos. Most people at school can’t stand being around me, because my logic and focus on reality basically crushes all of their dreams and beliefs. I can scientifically explain why their religion is false, why the habits that they think help them actually serve no purpose, why their views go against logic and reason, and I can list all of the flaws in their arguments.
This tendency to crush their human traits has earned me the nickname ‘Adroid’, since I’m basically the closest thing they’ve ever come to meeting a robot. I was probably the greatest cause of the creation of the nickname. When someone asked me how I could possibly develop the views I have, I replied by saying that I simply came to conclusions by looking at problems the way a machine would.
Some people find this trait of mine to be rather fascinating, but only a few. Guys who just need someone to follow basically carve what I say into stone, while the others consider me a buzz-kill. Girls who want someone that they can use as a comparison for when they try to change their boyfriends will often ask me random questions about my views, in an attempt to get inside my head. The rest hate me because I crush their childish fairy tale hopes and dreams.
There was one girl that seemed to be the most curious about what I had to say. Her name was Jenny, and she had long brownish-blonde hair, blue eyes, and a well-tanned complexion. She was exceptionally beautiful, with a very womanly figure. However, she did not affect my sexual drive, due to my logical mind and lack of emotions.
She asked me questions as if I was an all-knowing magic 8-ball. But she always picked her questions carefully, because my harsh logic was like fire; it’s comforting if you keep a safe distance, but you’ll get burned if you come too close. She sought me out for guidance and wisdom, using my inhuman logic in a human world. She was probably the closest thing I had to a friend.

It was lunch, and I was sitting at a large round table in the middle of the school cafeteria. Jenny had asked me to have lunch with her and her friends, instead of sitting by myself on the bleachers. She knew that I would have preferred to be alone, so she said I could just sit back and not talk to anyone if I didn't want to. Jenny's friends paid no attention to me, and I just sat back and ate my lunch. The large group of girls was gossiping about the boys they were dating. As I listened to them, a question began to form in my mind, one that I couldn't help but ask, due to the situation.
"Can I ask you all a question? I'm hoping that you can give me the answer that I can't find on my own." I asked. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"Sure, what is it?" One of Jenny's friends asked.
"What is the purpose of your relationships?" I inquired. There was another awkward silence as everyone tried to figure out the meaning of the question.
"What do you mean?" Jenny asked.
"What is the purpose of the relationships you have through dating? I don't understand why you bother." I explained.
"We do it... to find someone to love." One of Jenny's friends said, trying to pick her words carefully.
"But what comes out of it? Say you find someone that you actually do love; do you have any idea how high the chances are that you will break up? It's practically inevitable." I asked.
"No it's not." Another girl piped up.
"Yes it is. Statistically speaking, between eighty and ninety percent of all divorces are because the man and woman had been dating since high school or college. Being in your twenties is a death sentence to any relationship, and marriage isn’t the long shot, life is. Do you really think your relationship can last throughout the rest of high school, your college years, and your twenties? Basically, if you've lasted until college, unless you both go to the same universities, that relationship is more doomed than it already is. Even if you say to yourself that your relationship is "special", and you and your partner will maintain your romantic bond for the rest of your lives, you have to realize that every single couple that failed thought the same thing. What makes you think that your relationships are any different than all of the others? Why do you enter relationships when failure is practically unavoidable?" I asked. There was yet another awkward silence.
"We do it... for the memories? For the enjoyment? For practice?" One girl said, asking herself more than she was asking me. All around the table, all of the girls were being affected by my words, and were beginning to contemplate the value and point of being in a relationship.
"What kind of answer is practice? How would you like it if you were dating someone and they just said that you were practice to them? How would you like it if we were dating and I told you that I’m just using you as practice for when someone better than you comes along? But if everyone considers their teenage relationships to be practice, then that must mean that all teenagers know that they are nothing but practice, and are in denial. If you weren’t in denial, then why would you put any emotional effort into a relationship if you know that you both consider the other one to be practice for a more meaningful relationship later, and it will inevitably fail?
And what memories? What enjoyment? Relationships in this part of your lives are nothing but emotionally-strenuous bonds with the illusion of something new and exciting. Your minds aren't fully developed and stabilized, making it so that hormones and the fear of being alone cause your feelings towards the other person. The whole time you're with them, your instincts and hormones are making you look at other people the way you originally looked at your partner. This wandering gaze causes you to devalue your relationship, because you convince yourselves that your heart is telling you that you aren't where you are meant to be, when really, its because your hormones are telling you to be with other people.
Eventually, your relationship, which had briefly burned with such passion, will be nothing but ash, as you both try to hide your contempt for each other out of the fear of being alone. Soon, your doomed relationship shatters, and you are left emotionally barren and exhausted. And during the time it takes to recuperate from the emotional strain, you look back at that relationship and curse yourself for wasting all of that effort on something so insipid as a high school romance. The trial leaves you with more emotional strain than happy memories, and your youth is wasted while your heart and mind heal, only for you to repeat the process with someone else. Even without knowing the statistics, you must surely know what I am talking about, and have experienced it first hand." I said.
All around the table, the girls' eyes gained a sad grayish hue and their complexions became pale as sorrow lined their faces. The impact of my words had broken their illusion of reality.
"But what about you? What would you seek in a relationship?" A girl asked.
"I do not want to be in a relationship." I said. Just before she could ask, I answered her.
"You assume that like all other teenage boys, I only desire sex, which is the largest reason why males enter relationships. Even after all I have said, your experience with boys tells you that I am just a horny fool looking for someone to screw. At sixteen years of age, when my anatomy is supposed to be saturated with hormones, I have learned ultimate self-control. I have severed logical thought from sexual desire, as sexual desire serves no beneficial purpose outside of reproduction, which has no place at this stage in my life. It is illogical.
Basically, I do not want to have sex." I said. My words shook all of the girls from their dread-dazes, and they stared at me with disbelief.
"You... don't?" One girl asked, trying to find some common link between me and every other boy that she had dated and socialized with.
"No, my heart seeks purity, and a love that is devoid desire-based contamination. Since basically all relationships in your teens and twenties are pointless, sex would be nothing but a hollow act of perversion, compromising the purity of your identity and leaving you to walk through this world, knowing that you have just given away a piece of your soul in the form of a doomed romance.
When I say that my heart seeks purity, I mean that my heart will not allow me to be with anyone that has been with someone else. If a girl so much as kisses someone, then I see her become contaminated by the emotional scent of the person they were with. Our species is so desperate for love at such young ages, that we compromise our identities without any consideration of the future. For me, love is impossible, as all girls will have been marked by countless others by the time we would be old enough to have a potential life-long relationship.
By accepting my limitations and embracing my desire to be alone, I have achieved a forlorn enlightenment. I have learned to completely separate sexual desire from my rational mind, and with that purification, I have come to accept and embrace the fact that I am going to die alone.
So I ask again: After everything I have just told you, what purpose do you find in relationships?" I asked. No reply came, everyone had the same look of sorrow as before. I gave low sigh and stood up with my back to them.
“What I just showed you are my last few strands of humanity. I can only hope that they will disappear soon, as they serve no purpose in a rational mind.” I said before walking away. After taking only a few steps, I stopped as I heard one of the girls jump to her feet.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! Just because something doesn’t help you in the long run doesn’t make it pointless. Some of the smallest things make people the happiest.” She said desperately, trying to understand how I could be so cold. I turned to her and gave a small quick sigh, almost like a chuckle.
“Tch, how illogical.” I said before walking away.

It was Friday, and I was getting my textbook for the last class. I closed my locker door and turned around, standing face to face with Jenny. She was wearing a black miniskirt that wrapped tightly around her tan thighs, a white tank top that exposed her cleavage, high-healed boots, and a large belt that went around her stomach instead of her waist. She had her hands behind her back, and was constantly shifting her weight and biting her lip.
“Adrian, I know that this isn’t really your thing… but you know that the Junior Prom is this weekend, right?” She asked.
“Yes.” I said, like the beat of a drum.
“Well I would really like to go, but I have no one to go with. Would you like to go with me, as friends?” She asked nervously.
“I would prefer not to.” I said dryly.
“Please? I really don’t want to go with just my girlfriends.” She said, giving me the Bambi eyes. I sighed.
“Very well.”

I was standing in my bedroom, looking at myself in a mirror. I was wearing a tuxedo, with a rose in the breast pocket of the jacket. The lights of the room were off, with the only illumination coming from my laptop. The light radiating from the screen was blue, for it was open to the stories section of I was a frequent writer of the site, and often checked to see if my stories had gotten any new comments.
While I prided myself on logic and reason, the balance was not perfect, due to my age. I could separate my sexual drive from my logical mind, but I could not completely remove it. The only way I could maintain this separation was by turning different parts of my mind into alter egos, and choose when I would let them out.
My perverted side was basically like a dog; as long as I let it get its daily exercise, it would sleep the rest of the time and not claw at the door. Writing sex stories gave my hormonal side his indulgences, and allowed me to remain logical during the day.
As I closed my laptop, my last traces of physical desire were sealed away, along with the blue light. I looked in the mirror one last time and sighed.

The Junior Prom was just as I expected it to be. The gymnasium was dark, the music was trashy, and the people were degenerates. There were no chaperones, so as long as the room was dark, people could basically do whatever they wanted.
On the gym floor, people were grinding against each other as if they were in the first stages of an orgy. Along the walls, guys were drinking from a whiskey bottle, hidden in one of the flower bouquets being sold outside. In one of the corners, a couple were making out. The girl pulled down the straps of her dress, revealing her tits, which were round and full for her age. She gave a silent moan as he started sucking her on her nipples.
“Perverted fools.” I muttered.
I was sitting at a table in the corner, trying to keep my temper in check as watched the endless parade of degeneration. Jenny was with a group of her friends, who were constantly looking at me in disbelief. I had to admit, Jenny had never looked more beautiful. She was wearing a red sequin dress with a slit that went up her leg and stopped halfway up her thigh. She was wearing black high-heeled shoes, hairclips, diamond earrings, and the perfect amount of makeup.
She walked over to me and sat down on the other side of the table.
“Why don’t you go dance?” She asked with a smile.
“I don’t dance.” I said simply.
Several moments passed by, with the only sound being Jenny drumming her fingers on the table.
“Adrian, there is something that you said earlier that I didn’t quite understand. It was when you said that your mind wouldn’t let you be with someone if they had been with someone else. I’ve never heard anyone say something like that.”
“What I told you was one of the last few shreds of my humanity. A while back, I was obsessed with finding my soul mate. I was consumed by loneliness and depression, and believed that love was the only thing that could save me. However, my heart sought purity above mere companionship. When two people interact romantically and/or sexually, they trade parts of their identity. It’s like that health class saying,
“When you have sex with someone, you’re having sex with everyone they’ve had sex with.” Though it also works at the emotional level.
When two people kiss or have sex, they forever carry a part of each other. My mind would not let me be with a girl unless her identity was pure. However, that wasn’t the only purity I desired. Ethical sexuality was also required. Those with impure identities don’t realize how important their identities are, and they give their bodies without hesitation. All the guys my age hate their virginity, but I cherish it, because it symbolizes my intact identity and my morality.”
“So it’s sort of like celibacy to a priest.”
“Not exactly. They are abstinent for God; I am abstinent for myself and for the preservation of my morals and identity.
Even after you lose your virginity, your identity can be further corrupted through romantic contact with other people.” I said.
I looked around for several seconds and pointed to the couple standing in the dark corner. The girl had her knee lifted, letting her boyfriend finger-bang her. The dim lighting of the dark gymnasium just barely reflected off the pussy juice that coated his fingers.
“See that couple right there? Neither of them has any sexual ethics left, because they’ve both had countless sexual and romantic partners. They each give each other their physical forms without hesitation, and for the wrong reasons.
As I grew older, I became more logical and noticed the inevitable failure of high school relationships. I looked up relationship statistics and found that basically any marriage that starts before you’re both in your thirties is doomed to fail.
I realized that even if I could find a girl who fit the requirements that my mind set (requirements that I could not change if I wanted to), my relationship with her would inevitably fail. And if I waited until I was old enough to have a chance at a lifetime relationship with someone, they would have already compromised their identities.
No matter what I do, I will die alone, so there is no point in thinking about romance. Those realizations made me the man I am today.” I said. Jenny just stared at me for several seconds. A slow song suddenly started to play, and Jenny perked up as if she was a cat spotting a moth.
“I know you said that you don’t dance, but do you think that…” She trailed off. I was silent for a few moments.
“As you wish.” I finally said as she and I stood up.
We walked out onto the dance floor, where all of the couples were slow dancing. With Jenny’s hands on my shoulders and my hands on her hips, we began to dance. Jenny had a warm smile as the song progressed.
“What are you Adrian?” She finally asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You are far too logical to be human, but you have too much heart to be a machine. Ever since I met you, I’ve tried to figure out just what you are, but every time you speak, I’m more confused than ever.” She said curiously.
“I am just a man who is wiser than most others, even those that are older than himself. I am merely what others should be.” I said. Jenny chuckled.
“It is people like you who have the power to change the world. People like Jesus and Gandhi always start out this way.” She said with a smile. I was silent.
“You look beautiful tonight.” I finally said. She gave a soft laugh.
“That is probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said. You know, to be honest, I wouldn’t have dressed up this much if I went with anyone but you.” She said. I was silent as she slowly placed her hand on my cheek.
“I think… I’m ready to go home.” She said softly.

The car came to a halt in front of Jenny’s house. There weren’t any lights on, for her parents were out of town. We stepped outside and I walked her to the door.
“I hope you had a nice time.” I said without emotion.
“Adrian, there is something I really need to talk to you about. Can we please talk inside?” She asked nervously. I was silent for a moment.
“Very well.” I said, prompting her to unlock the door. We stepped into the dark house and she grasped my hand.
“Come with me.” She said softly in the darkness.
She led me upstairs and the only sounds were our footsteps and the gentle swaying of Jenny’s dress. We reached the second story and neither of spoke as I followed her to her bedroom. Jenny closed the door and then walked to the other end of the room. The room was dark, with the only illumination coming from the streetlamp outside.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked.
Jenny turned to me and her eyes seemed to glow in the faint darkness. She slowly reached up and pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She pulled it all the way off, showing that she was wearing nothing underneath. With Jenny standing naked before me, my hormonal side clawed at the inside of my mind in desperation, but I easily suppressed it. Even without my hormonal side, I would be lying if I said that she didn’t have a beautiful body.
“I decided that I want to lose my virginity, and you are the one I want to give it to you.” She said with her voice full of emotion.
Without saying a word, I turned around and grasped the door handle. Jenny rushed over and put her hands on my shoulders.
“Adrian, please wait.” She said desperately.
“Why? You can only offer physical gratification, something that I have no need for. I have no reason to be here.” I said with as much emotion as a computer.
“Please, don’t stay here for yourself, do it for me. I want to give myself to you.” She said. I turned to her.
“Why in the world would you want that? Have you listened to nothing I have said?” I asked. She stepped back and I took my hand off of the doorknob.
“Let me tell you what would happen if we were to be intimate: It would be a mediocre experience compared to what you expect it to be and we would both contaminate our identities. We have no chance of forming or even sustaining a relationship, and even if we did form one, it would inevitably fail. Once that happens, any positive feelings we have for each other are reduced to loathing of each other and ourselves, and all memories bring nothing but pain.
I would loath myself because I would have doomed my path to transcending the human mind by compromising my ideals and morals. You would loath yourself, because you would realize that you would have given your most important aspect to someone that didn’t deserve it, and you would have nothing to give if you met someone else. You would be reduced to nothing more than a used condom with a brain, and I would be a hollow shell, unable to find joy in this human world but unable to break free of it. We would both walk through this world as impure beings, forever regretting the mistake we made and hating the curse of youth.
If we were to be intimate, there would be no love and happiness afterwards, just pain and loathing. That is the curse of the human race, and I have worked hard to make sure that I don’t endure that same empty fate. And if you have any respect for yourself, you will get some self control and wait for someone who is actually capable of sharing your feelings.” I said coldly.
Jenny’s eyes darkened, and she clutched herself as if my words had struck her naked form like a frigid breeze.
“I don’t care about that, I don’t care what happens afterwards. Adrian, when we were dancing and I told you that you had the power to change the world, I meant that you had changed mine. You may not feel the same way about me, but I love you and I just want to be with you in any way that I can.” She said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Tch, how illogical.” I scoffed. Jenny walked over and placed her hand on my cheek.
“Please, if you care about me at all, you’ll stay. As much as you try to run from it, you are human. I’m not telling you to be like everyone else, no; your uniqueness is what I love most about you. I just asking you to open your heart and accept me. I don’t care if you don’t love me, just please let me show you how much I love you. You don’t have to give me anything, just let me give myself to you.” She said desperately.
Time seemed to stand still as we both looked into each other’s eyes. As the seconds passed by, my logical side relinquished some control of my mind, and my emotional and hormonal side slowly began to reveal themselves.
“As you wish.” I finally said. Jenny smiled and walked towards the bed. As she lay down, I undressed and walked over to her.
I climbed into the bed and suspended myself over her. I paused, then slowly leaned down and kissed her. Our lips joined and separated over and over again, and I had to admit that it felt better then I thought it would. Not only was the physical enjoyment far beyond what I thought it would be like, but there was another form of pleasure that I was experiencing, one that wasn’t coming from any nerve endings. I mentally searched my body, trying to find where the feeling was coming from, but I couldn’t identify the source.
As we kissed, my logical side fully gave up and my emotional and hormonal sides took full control. I was becoming more involved and enjoying it more than I thought I would. I already had an erection that was as hard as a rock and seven inches long, and I was exploring her body with my right hand, while using my left arm to stay suspended.
Her breasts were round and soft, but had the perfect amount of firmness. Her areolas were the size of quarters, with nipples like pencil erasers. She moaned and hummed with each squeeze as I massaged every inch, using every muscle in my hand as if I were controlling the strings of a puppet.
I moved my hand down, with my fingertips brushing against her slim belly. I could feel my heart-rate skyrocket as I reached her pubes, which had obviously been trimmed. I placed my index and middle finger on the two lips of her pussy and gently rubbed them, causing Jenny to tremble and hum loudly. With each stroke, the lips would become wetter and wetter as she became more aroused.
I slowly inserted my middle finger and her thighs clamped around my hand like a vice-grip, but the soft wet insides of her pussy seemed to be inviting me further. I pushed my whole finger in, and Jenny’s moans became louder as I worked it in and out, loosening her virgin pussy.
She put her hand on mine and pushed down on it, encouraging me to go even further. I early obliged and pushed in my index and ring finger, then began pulling them out and pushing them back in. Her insides were incredibly tight, but she quickly loosened up as I worked my fingers harder and faster. With each dive, I could almost feel the interior walls of her pussy opening up, almost like pulling an orange in half. I could just barely feel her hymen with my middle finger.
Jenny suddenly pulled her lips from mine and whispered in my ear,
“Adrian, I’m ready.”
“Alright.” I replied softly.
Jenny spread her legs as I grasped my manhood and pressed the head against the soft lips of her pussy. I drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip as my self-control became more erratic. I slowly pushed my manhood into her pussy, and we both shivered from the physical ecstasy. Jenny dug her fingernails into my back and her humming turned more into a moan with every inch I delved.
The head of my cock was pressed against her hymen, and I had another inch before I would be all the way in. I gave one large thrust, rupturing Jenny’s hymen and deflowering her. She gave a shrill moan and dug her nails into my back so tightly that I winced in pain.
I pulled my dick out six inches and then forced it back in, causing Jenny to give another deeper moan. We began to move back and forth in rhythm, and with every thrust I gave, Jenny would moan. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, holding onto me for dear life.
With my face buried in her pillow and the sweet smell of her hair filling my senses, I realized that this was nothing like what I thought it would be. I always figured that since I was so different from everyone else, sex would give me only a hollow feeling, but this… this was the opposite. I could feel physical and emotional bliss saturating every fiber of my being. It was a form of enjoyment that I had never thought possible.
Jenny’s pussy felt like a mix of the interior of a grapefruit and soft bubblegum. True, that is a horrible and inaccurate horrible comparison, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Jenny’s hot wet insides hugged by manhood tightly, soaking it as I explored every corner of her pussy.
I wrapped my arms around Jenny and then rolled onto my back, swinging her up. She leaned back and moaned as she rode my cock. She moved back and forth and up and down, trying to find some area of her pussy that my manhood had not yet probed. She had a thin film of sweat, which caught the light of the street lamp outside and almost made her glow.
I ran my hand up and down her chest, relishing the feel of her body. In my mind, my hormonal side was howling like a wolf, happy that it was now being fully released. Jenny leaned forward and gripped the headboard for support, and I reached up and began kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples in pure joy.
As she bounced up and down on my cock, Jenny’s body began to tremble and her moans became more and more shrill. She gripped my shoulders and gave a mix of a scream and moan as she had a gushing orgasm. I came moments after, sending thick streams of semen up inside her.
Jenny collapsed beside me, and for ten minutes, we just stared at the ceiling as we tried to catch her breath. Once my body had calmed itself, I sat up.
“I should head home, my parents will be worried if it gets too late.” I said before standing up. As I dressed, Jenny sat up and looked at me.
“Adrian, did you enjoy that? I seemed like it was good for you, but you are always so hard to read.” She said with neither a look of happiness nor sadness.
I finished buttoning my shirt and slowly turned to her. For the first time in a long time, I had a smile on my face. It was not a wide ear-to-ear smile, but it was a warm one. I was in a state of awareness that I had not felt before. I was neither logical, nor emotional, nor hormonal. I was in a combination of the three and neither of them.
“Would you maybe like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” I asked warmly. Jenny gained the same warm smile and gave a small sigh of relief.
“That would be a dream come true.” She said softly. As I opened the door, Jenny then spoke up.
“I love you Adrian.” She said. I then turned to her.
“Tch, how illogical.” I said without losing my smile.
I then walked out of her bedroom and left her house. Halfway from the door to my car, I looked up at Jenny’s bedroom window. She was standing at the window with a blanket wrapped around her. She blew me a kiss and winked at her in reply.
I climbed back into my car and drove away, happy for the first time in my life.

Part 2:

Confusing, that is the word I would use to describe my relationship with Jenny. It had been a month since we were first intimate, and ever since, my mind had struggled to regain its mental bearings. My hormonal and emotional side had fused together and were fighting against my cold logical side. My machine-like logical side was what made me unique to everyone else, it was like a soul made of gears and circuits. I did not want to lose it, because it meant giving up my identity. But the other half of my mind was arguing that I could not be a cold machine and be with her, I could be alone and focused or be a human with Jenny.
Ever since Jenny and I had been intimate, I had struggled to find a name to give the resulting combination of my emotions and hormonal desires. The most fitting title could find was to call it my heart, pardon the corny cliché. Having a heart was a very peculiar experience, one that I had never felt. Before, the heart was merely an organ with the purpose of pumping blood, with the poetic meaning as little more than a human construct, an illusion to justify an empty existence. Now I could actually feel the purpose of that poetic definition, though I understood it as much as I did the wonders of the universe.
The reason my heart was fighting my logical side with such passion was because of Jenny. I had spent my life studying humans, but she was different. She was always trying to get me to open up and be more social, but always gently. She wouldn't drag me out of my seat to talk to other people, but instead ask me what I would say to them and how I would interact. It was almost a form of social simulation. She knew and admired that I was an antisocial person, so she would only take me to my limits of tolerance and then never take me farther. It was as if she knew there was a line I would not cross in terms of socializing, and she just wanted me to be as close to that line as possible while still being happy. She wasn't trying to change me, she just wanted me to go as far as I could.
She had a form of patience that I had never seen before, a way of understanding that I didn't think others had. What would have normally driven a girl away seemed to draw her like moths to a porch light. I had not told her that I loved her, mostly because I wasn't sure what my feelings were for her. I definitely cared about her, but I could not figure out what actually constituted love. This did not detour her from every day saying that she loved me, and the fact that I had not returned the statement did not drain her patience, it increased it. She understood me in ways that I didn't think were possible and could read me like a book. Everything I did seemed to make her love me more, from my tendency to rarely smile to my quiet statue-like presence in social situations. She was my link to the human world, and it was as if she was studying me as much as I was studying her.
We were intimate a few times every week, but I could not decide whether it was sex or making love. It was both and neither of them, and every second, my mind would be filled with bliss and confusion. I enjoyed being intimate with her, both for the strange physical and emotional feelings that it created. I saw every session as an opportunity to study these feelings like specimens in a lab, and she saw it as an opportunity to bond herself with something that was more than human.

I was in my parent's garage, using the power tools to work on one of my projects. My father made a lot of money, so he had bought me several power tools when I discovered my talent for wood and metal work. I was working on the handle of a steel spike, which could be used as both a shiv and a dart. I often made weapons such as these, merely out of hobby and fascination. Most of my projects focused around an icicle-shaped steel spike instead of a blade, because I thought that the unconventional weapon fit my personality best.
“I knew I would find you here.” I heard a voice call.
I looked out the garage door and saw Jenny walking up the driveway. My parents were out running errands, so the driveway was empty. Jenny looked absolutely radiant in the sunlight as she brushed back a lock of her long blond hair.
“Hey.” I said calmly as I used a power grinder to form handle grooves on the dart, being held in place by a table vice. The spike was about eight inches long and slightly thicker than a pencil. From back to tip, the slope did not bend or change angle. It maintained it's shape like a miniature pool cue.
She walked into the garage, kissed me on the cheek, and then sat up on the table. She was wearing a pair of tiny skimpy shorts, a plain white tank top, and a red lace bra that could just barely be seen through the thin fabric. Her outfit was causing my reawakened hormonal side to start clawing at the inside of my mind.
“So what are you making this time?” She asked sweetly.
“Just another dart.” I said before finishing.
With the the tip s sharp as a needle, I threw it at a dartboard on the wall. Several similar steel spikes were imbedded in the colored foam, and the newest spike was imbedded in the center. My aim with them was almost perfect.
“You know, many people would be concerned with the idea of someone like you making these weapons.” Jenny said innocently.
“I have no reason to use these on other people. The action would serve no purpose and only cause meaningless pain and cause negative consequences. I create these to act as merely hand-made trophies and concealed self-defense tools. The spike form represents their difference to traditional bladed weapons, much like my difference to other people. The only ones who have anything to fear from these weapons are those who mean me harm. Plus, it's not like I'm going to bring them to school with me.” I said as I retrieved the spikes, glad that their points had not been dulled. They were far harder to sharpen than blades.
“Why is it that you spend so much time in here? I know that you enjoy working with your hands, but is there another reason?” She asked. I was silent as I looked around.
“I like this place because I am surrounded by machines. They all serve their purpose without question, only refusing when they are broken. By creating these objects, I am given a purpose and can fulfill it like the machines around me. I become another part of the assembly line.” I said softly.
Jenny got off the table and wrapped her arms around my neck. She gently kissed me, pressing her lips against mine for several seconds.
“But unlike these machines, our relationship will never break down.” She hummed. I gave a small smile, but it quickly disappeared.
“But how can you be sure when everything in youth is only temporary?” I asked with a hint of sadness. She did not seem phased in the least by the question. It seemed to only confirm her belief.
“Because I choose to love you and we can all choose our fate.” She said sweetly.
“Again, that is incorrect. Our actions don't direct our fates, fate controls our actions. We only do what time says we-” I was cut off as Jenny grabbed my collar with one hand and the garage door remote with the other.
“Shut up and make love to me.” She said passionately.
I gave a sad smile as I tried to make the transition between my logical side and my heart. As the garage door closed, Jenny sat back up on the table and pulled me over to her. We began kissing passionately (technically she kissing me passionately and I was trying to mirror her movements). I could practically smell her hormones in her breath as her level of arousal skyrocketed with each passing moment.
Jenny took her top off after several minutes, showing her full teenage breasts, which were barely being held by the red lace bra. I reached behind her back and unclasped the bra hook, letting the red lingerie slip off her. With my hormonal side now completely in control of my body, I began licking Jenny's round tits, causing her to gasp and hum in bliss.
As I sucked on her nipples, I moved my hand down and undid her tight skimpy shorts. She slowly pushed them down her smooth thighs, along with her panties.
“Adrian, I want you to lick my pussy, I've always wanted to know what it feels like.” She said as her whole body trembled in arousal.
“As you wish.” I said dryly. She looked into my eyes and gained a warm smile.
“So you are human after all.” She said, apparently seeing something within me, regardless of my empty tone..
I silently crouched down as she spread her legs, showing me her pussy. I held my face just inches the soft lips, which were already wet with arousal. My primal hormonal side was savoring the fruity aroma and the proximity. I experimentally reached out with my tongue and brought it up between the wet lips, causing her to arch her back and moan in ecstasy. The taste of her juices was a very peculiar one, both bitter and sweet.
I gave a broad lick, thoroughly enjoying the taste and feel of her pussy on my tongue. Jenny moaned again, laying back across the table. I worked my tongue in a rhythm, exploring her hot wet insides as much as I could with my limited reach. It was almost like sending my tongue into an orange with every fiber soaking wet and held together loosely. Jenny was gripping the edges of the table, giving a continuous high-pitched moan and blushing all over.
“Oh god Adrian, you're driving me crazy!” She gasped.
I stood up and undressed, standing over Jenny. I gripped my erect manhood and guided it to her pussy, slowly pushing it in. Jenny emitted a crystal-clear chime, like that of a bell. With my hands on her hips, I began moving back and forth in a steady pattern, sending my cock deep inside her. With her perpendicular to me, I was able to get great penetration, thrusting my cock all the way in.
Strangely, Jenny seemed much more calm than before. She had a look of sleepy bliss on her face, only giving the softest of coos with each thrust. Her eyes were closed and she was gently running her fingertips along her smooth skin, almost as if she was just waking up from a nap. It almost looked like the ecstasy that had stimulated her body before was now relaxing it, almost like a massage.
I reached down and picked her up with my hands beneath her back. Surprised and unbalanced, Jenny wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I fully held her up off the ground, using only my arms to bring her up and down on my cock. Jenny had a tired smile on her base and was blushing as I lifted her up and down.
“I love you Adrian.” She said tenderly as she ran her fingers through my hair.
In reply I held her up against the wall, using it to lessen her weight on my body. Reawakened by the resulting thrust, Jenny reached up and held onto a pipe above her head for dear life. She resumed her hymn of moans as I used the angle to probe a new corner of her pussy, relishing the feeling of her hot wet insides. Everything on the wall rattled with each thrust as I put every drop of strength I had into satisfying her. As my stamina began to drop, Jenny's body began to tremble.
“Adrian, I'm going to cum.” She whispered in my ear.
With my last ounce of strength, I increased my speed, sending my cock into her as hard and fast as possible. Finally, Jenny and I both had a simultaneous orgasm, soaking each other in DNA. Jenny collapsed in my arms, with her own arms hanging limp and her chin on my shoulder. I could barely feel my legs, making it a struggle to stay on my feet. I stepped back and sat down on a nearby chair, holding Jenny as we both tried to catch our breath.
Her long blond hair was stretched across her face, and every breath I took brought with it the sweet smell of her perfume and sawdust from the table. I had Jenny pressed against me so tightly that we could feel each other's heartbeats, and our combined body heat was as intense as a furnace. As my erection lost its luster, so did my heart's control over my body. It slowly went back to sleep, returning power to my logical mind.
With my semi-hard dick still inside her, Jenny leaned back. She had one of the warmest and sweetest smiles I had ever seen, and her eyes seem to glow as she gently ran her fingers through my hair.
“I love you Adrian, I love you so much.” She murmured. She then pressed her cheek against mine and whispered,
“And you will never need to say that you love me, because I will always know that you do. Whenever we make love, I can feel your heart, even if you can't. I know that you love me, and as long as I can sense that you keep me close to your heart, you will never have to say it.”
She leaned back again and gave another warm smile.
“Jenny...” I said softly. In reply, she placed her soft hand on my cheek and kissed me.

Jenny and I were walking down a hallway at school, with Jenny clinging to my arm and leaning her head on my shoulder. Everyone was looking at us in the corners of their eyes with disbelief. When our relationship started, we had neither told anyone about it nor kept it a secret. Jenny met up with me on monday morning, we kissed for several seconds, and the resulting gasp of shock from everyone was deafening. Everyone in the school always assumed I would never enter a relationship because of my lack of emotions and they couldn't imagine any girl being able to tolerate me for very long.
If Obama had been born in Kenya, had a swastika imprinted on his face, and had been to rehab several times for a drug problem, he would have still become president before I decided I wanted a girlfriend, let alone gotten one. That should pretty much summarize my reputation as “Adroid”. We had been in a relationship for a month, but people still looked at us like we were a pot of leprechaun gold. Everyone's disbelief seemed to grow each day, as they waited in anticipation for our relationship to shatter.
But today there was something else in the hushed muttering. There was a piece of news floating around and it was obviously important.
“Well if it isn't the fucking terminator!” A course voice laughed.
Everyone looked down the hall at the senior who had called out. He was almost six feet tall, had short blond hair, had a sadistic look in his eyes, and he was dressed like a cliché bad boy. His name was Ben and he was the school bully. He had been tormenting people since middle school, was cruel and twisted to everyone, and he always only got a slap on the wrist... until the last time.
He and his friends had just spent six months in juvenile hall because they beat a kid up enough to send him to the hospital. With the end of the school year approaching, they had been allowed to come back and graduate “with their old friends”. We were all surprised that it had taken that long to get him and his friends locked up. He beat people up constantly, had been seen taking and even selling drugs, and there was even a rumor that he had date-raped a girl at a party.
I was often a target of his harassment because he constantly wanted to try and get a reaction out of me. With my emotions and my temper nonexistent with my dominant logical side, I was immune to his attempts, but that didn't keep him from trying over and over. It was like an unstoppable force colliding with and unmovable object. He once tried to fight me, but made sure to never make that mistake again.
Everyone was silent as Ben approached, stepping back and opening up the hallway. Jenny didn't take a single step, but her grip on my arm tightened and I could feel her shaking. She too had history with Ben. He often harassed her as well, grabbing her, making lewd comments, and practically forcing himself on her. My mind was running countless scenarios every second, planning out every possible choice of action.
“Jenny, don't tell me you're dating this loser now. If you want a robot dick to fuck, get a vibrator.” He cackled.
“Your words carry no purpose other than to cause distress. Only sadists seek to inflict harm without reason. Are you saying that you are a horrible person, as defined by the term 'sadist'?” I asked, cocking my head to one side.
“Shut the fuck up you emo freak.” He countered.
“Your use of the phrase emo is incorrect. Emo is someone who portrays their emotions excessively, and according to what people say about me, I am almost the exact opposite. Will you continue or would you like to rephrase your last statement?” I asked like a google search result for a misspelled term.
I could feel Jenny's grip around my arm becoming more relaxed. She was feeling relieved, watching me turn the school bully into a yipping lapdog.
Ben just chuckled and began to walk by me. My brain was saturated with adrenalin in preparation for a very likely physical confrontation. I was planning everything out from how to keep Jenny safe to how to counterattack, should Ben try to hurt Jenny or myself. With all of the adrenalin coursing through me, my reaction time was heightening, slowing down my perception of time and allowing my brain to process thoughts at a far greater rate than when relaxed.
As he took his second step past me, I heard him take a sharp intake of breath, commonly preceding a fast or aggressive movement. As fast as I could, I pushed Jenny out of harm's way and ducked. Ben's fist flew right over my head, and before he could react, I spun around, reached up, and punched him in the nose. He staggered back, gripping his broken nose and giving a muffled howl of pain. I turned so that my left side had optimal reach and then kicked him in the stomach, making him buckle.
I stepped back, making sure that Jenny was safe. She was standing on the sidelines with her eyes full of worry. I turned back to Ben as he charged with his fist pulled back. I stepped to the side to dodge his punch, and with my right hand on my left fist, I jabbed forward with my left elbow. With adrenalin increasing my reaction time, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I calculated and adjusted the angle of my elbow, ensuring that the force of the impact would be fully directed to my forearms instead of the joint. I slammed my elbow against his chin, sending him sprawling back. Before he could recover, I hooked my foot around his ankle and knocked him off balance, sending him falling down onto his back.
“What the hell is going on in here?!” I heard. Everyone turned their attention to the principle, who was standing at the very back of the crowd.
“Merely an argument that took an unfortunate turn, Principle Smith. Nothing more than a physical disagreement.” I answered calmly.

Ben and I were questioned extensively on what went happened in the hallway, along with several witnesses. With his face bloody, Ben did nothing but curse me and the principle while saying that he was the victim, while I answered every question calmly and with detail.

Jenny was waiting on a bench beside the principle's office when I stepped out. She immediately bolted up and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Adrian, what happened?” She asked.
“I was let off with a warning. Because of Ben's history, testimonies from kids who watched the fight, and my years of good behavior, the principle didn't think I was a cause of the fight. Ben is on probation and will be expelled if he attacks anyone again.”
“Oh, I'm so relieved.” She sighed with her head on my shoulder. She then pulled away from we with an excited smile on her face.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?!” She asked.
“My body is a tool, it is an instrument of my brain. All tools must be kept in prime condition for optimum efficiency. I keep my body in good shape and I combine my quick-responsive logical side with my physical attributes, allowing me to calculate the best course of action in terms of a fighting move.” I replied with a small modest smile.
“I know you consider it idiotic when people say stuff like this, but I am so hot for you right now.” She whispered in my ear.

It had been a week since the fight, and Jenny and I were walking out of a movie theater. It was ten pm on saturday and we were heading back to my car.
“Come on, let's cut through the park.” Jenny said, playfully tugging on my arm. I kept my arm tense so that my hand stayed in my pocket.
“I really wish you hadn't brought that thing.” She sighed.
“I'm sorry, but I just wanted to test it's portability.” I said. To cheer her up, I wrapped my other arm around her and kissed her on the forehead. Jenny looked at me with surprise.
“You've never kissed me anywhere but the lips.” She said warmly. I gave a small smile and we entered the park. The park was empty and silent, with the only light coming from the few streetlamps. We were halfway through the park, walking along the precipice of s all plot of forest.
“So how did you like the movie?” I asked, halfway through the park.
“It was good, but I hate how people who wake up in hospitals automatically rip everything away from their arms and stagger out into the hall. There is a reason why hospital beds have call buttons. It's so illogical.” She said. I chuckled, almost making her jump in surprise.
“You're becoming more like me.” I said.
Just as I spoke the words, a hard object slammed into the back of my head, knocking me down. I heard several footsteps along with a scream from Jenny as my face hit the cold pavement of the sidewalk. With my senses scrambled by the impact, I struggled to get back to my feet. Ben and two of his friends were standing in front of me, with Ben ripping off Jenny's shirt. He wrapped his arm her neck with his hand over her mouth as he pulled her shirt away, leaving only her bra. Even if she could scream, the park was completely empty. I took a step forward but stopped as Ben pulled out a cell phone.
“It's payback time, motherfucker. If you take another step, you're girlfriend's cunt is going to be seen by everyone in the reach of facebook.” He said. Jenny gave a stifled scream and tears rolled down her face at Ben's words.
I stood still as a statue with my heart beating a mile a minute and my brain drowning in adrenalin. I was feeling something, something new. The best word I could find to describe it was... rage. I tried to suppress this new emotion, because I needed my mind to be as clear as possible.
“Jake, Sam, go ahead. Asshole, if you take a single step, I'll rip all of her clothes off and might even have some fun with her.” Ben laughed.
I took a deep breath as his two cronies walked over to me, chuckling sadistically. Jake pulled back his fist and punched me in the side of the face, knocking me back to the ground. The impact completely jarred my mind, making it almost impossible to think. My mental abilities were well-honed enough to let me block pain, but I could not prevent the ramifications of an impact to the head.
I slowly stood up, using every second to build up tolerance to my next attack. Sam kneed me in the stomach with enough force to make me cough up blood. I swayed from side to side, struggling to stay on my feet. I also made sure that my right arm did not become straight. Jake punched me again and I spat out a mouthful of blood. Jenny quietly cried as Sam slammed his elbow down onto my back, knocking me once again to the ground. I did not give a single groan of pain or expression of discomfort; I just got back to my feet with my chin up.
Sam and Jake continued beating me, punching me wherever would hurt the most. I just focused on Jenny's tear-filled eyes, finding comfort in them. Her muffled sobs could just barely be heard through Ben's hand.
“Sam, take this and carve up his face.” Ben said as he reached into his pocket for a knife.
The second his phone was away from Jenny, I acted. I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of my darts. I always made sure to keep them on me when out in public (but not in school). I threw the dart, and even with my battered body, my impeccable aim lodged it in his arm, causing him to drop the phone. With that quick opportunity, Jenny bit Ben's hand as hard as she could. Ben threw her to the side, howling in pain from the inch of metal lodged in his arm and the bleeding bite wound in his hand.
With Ben's cronies distracted, I reached down with my right hand, finally straightening out my arm. There was a loud cracking sound and long steel spike slid out of my sleeve, measuring almost a meter long. The middle of the spike had a hinge under high tension, and it would instantly lock into position if the two parts were straightened out. Not only was this function perfect for concealment, but the hinges and locking mechanism were so strong that the spike could support my full weight. The weapon was meant to be kept in the sleeve, with the elbow next to the hinges. The owner only had to point their hand down and straighten their arm and the erect spike would slide into their hand.
Along with my ultimate creation, something else was released as well. The rage that had been created when Ben grabbed Jenny was erupting in my heart, but also fusing with my logical machine-like side. The result was an icy desire to slaughter my enemies, with all aspects of remorse and guilt being crushed under it's fury. With the steel spike in my hand, I struggled to fight the urge to kill.
I lashed out and slammed Jake in the throat, causing him to fall to his knees, gasping for air. I slammed him in the back of the back of the head and he fell flat on the ground. I turned around as Sam tried to punch me. I blocked his fist with the shaft of the spike, busting up Sam's hand. As he roared in pain, I raised the spike and stabbed him in the foot. Before he could scream, I pulled a right hook to the jaw, shattering several of his teeth and ripping apart his lips.
Gasping for air, Jake slowly got to his feet and stumbled towards me. I raised the spike and brought it down, slashing him from shoulder to hip. Even though the weapon had no blade and the wound was shallow, the tip was sharper than a nail and sliced open the muscle. He would live, but wouldn't be getting up any time soon. I turned as Ben charged towards me with his knife in his hand.
He jabbed forward with his knife and I reached out with my hand. The blade stabbed me through the palm, sending drops of my blood splattering on my face. Ben stared in disbelief at the lack of reaction. My rage and mechanical mind were completely blocking out the pain, granting me the power to continue fighting. Without making a sound, I stabbed him through the shoulder. The spike pierced the thick muscle and broke his bones with ease.
Ben screamed in pain, and before he could step back, I twisted his arm, forcing him to his knees. I kept twisting, dislocating his other shoulder. I then stepped back and slashed him several times across the back, leaving deep bloody gashes. Ben was gagging in agony, unable to even scream. I raised the spike, about to deliver the killing blow. Jenny rushed over to me and grabbed my arms.
“No Adrian, please don't!” She screamed desperately. In my blood-drunk stupor, I did not hear her.
“Adrian!” She cried out again, somewhat shaking me out of it.
“I must kill him. I must kill my enemy.” I said coldly.
“No Adrian, you don't.” She cried. She then moved her hands to my cheeks.
“You don't have to do this. You choose your own actions. You choose your own fate. You choose what you do, you aren't a machine.” She begged.
I gasped as her words fully broke through my bloodlust. My hands slackened around the spike.
“If you kill him, the police will lock you away forever and I cannot bear to be without you. If you kill him then you will have to kill me too, because I don't want to live without you. Come back to me, come back to me Adrian.” She said softly.
My breathing was hoarse as I slowly calmed down my mind, separating my rage from my logical side and extinguishing the fires of anger. The spike fell out of my hand and imbedded itself in the ground. After several seconds, her expression softened.
“Why did you react that way? Why did you become so angry?” She asked desperately. I looked at her in confusion.
“You have never been this angry before, so what changed now?” She asked, almost as if she were trying to pull my mind from my body.
“I... I...” I began.
“Just say it, not for me but for yourself. Why did you react like this? Why did you do this?” She asked with tears running from her eyes but with the smallest of smiles on her face.
“I did it because... because I love you.” I said.
Jenny's smile widened and she gave a deep sigh of relief, finally hearing what she was trying to get me to say..
“You are not a machine, you are a man, the man I love and man who loves me. It feels so good to hear your feelings for me.” She said softly.
“I am sorry Jenny. I am so, so sorry.” I replied with my whole body shaking.
“It's OK, my love, it's OK.” She said before kissing me.
“These three can take care of themselves. Come on, let's get your hand fixed and go home.” She said, holding my hands.
“As you wish... my love.” I replied.
With Jenny's hands wrapped tightly around mine, we walked away.

Part 3:

The room was quite large and well lit, with the walls made of yellow marble and the floors decorated with intricate tiles. I was sitting on a bench on one side of the room, facing a maze of velvet rope walkways, leading up to a series of counters. The room was filled with people, but only a fraction of them were talking. I assumed the building was a bank, but that was all I could do, because I did not know how I got there. I couldn't remember how I had gotten to the bank, when I had gotten there, what happened before it, and I didn't even recognize the bank. This was not a simple matter of “forget what you're watching during the commercial break”, I literally couldn't remember anything.
“My mental stability has been compromised.” I said softly to myself as I searched my empty memory for answers. My heart rate quickly rose as I considered the possibility.
'Calm down and think logically, your memories may be gone but the rest of your mind seems to be processing everything that it's regular pace.' I thought, willing my body to relax. I repeated the phrase out loud, hoping that the audio reception would trigger something in my brain. I channeled all of the energy from my physical reaction to my mind, checking every aspect of consciousness for anything else that had experienced damage.
“My name is Adrian Ashford, I am seventeen years old, and my birthday is May 7th, 1994.” I said out loud, managing coming across a scrap of my memory and trying to stimulate my mind. I could remember personal information, but no actual events. I thought back to what I knew about the human brain. While the information was there, the source of where I gained that information could not be found.
“Interesting, my Hippocampus system seems to be functioning only partially, but I can't find anything other part of my mind that is changed. Whatever is going on, I need to make a mental map, should my mind be impaired even further.” I said to myself. The brain remembers what the body experiences better than what thoughts actually take place. I had to keep talking to myself to increase the chance that I could retain what little memory I had.
I looked to my left and saw a desk with several pens and a stack of application forms. I took one of the forms and laid it down on the bench. If my logical side were the next to be affected, then I would need a psychological flashdrive to compensate. I began writing on the back of the paper, saying out loud whatever I wrote.
“Partial memory loss is most commonly associated with dreams and hallucinations.” I muttered before writing DREAM and HALLUCINATION.
“But knowing my psychological history, sudden memory loss is also an undeniable symptom of Alzheimer's Syndrome.” I said before writing down MENTAL ILLNESS.
I then dug my fingernails into my palm as hard as I could, gritting through the pain until beads of blood started to drip from my hand.
“If this is a dream then it is a vivid one, vivid enough to trick the Thalamus. If I'm able to feel pain in this dream, then the chances are extremely low that this isn't a dream at all. I shouldn't try that “death wakes you up” option since my body is most likely in the real world instead of my mind.” I then wrote UNLIKELY under DREAM.
“Hallucination or a mental illness like Alzheimer's. Whatever is going on, I need to find out what is going on before my mental state deteriorates even further.
After I finished writing, I folded up the paper and stowed it and the pen in my pocket. From the size of the bank, I was obviously in the city. Because my mental stability was already compromised, I would need to try and induce a seizure in the hope that it would knock me conscious and my mind could reboot like a computer. I had to get out into the streets and use my surroundings to confuse my senses.
Through the glass doors, I could see cars passing by in the city streets and crowds of people walking down the sidewalk. But as I stepped outside, every moving object disappeared. The cars and people had completely vanished, leaving the street empty and stone silent. It was as if the glass of the doors had been TV screens, showing me a recording. I looked back into the bank, but like the street outside, the entire room was suddenly empty.
“I'm running out of time.” I cursed.
I stepped out into the empty street and took out the folded sheet of paper. I laid it out against a mailbox and pulled out the pen.
As I wrote the words down, noise suddenly reached my ears. I looked across the street at a night club. The dark windows were dimly flashing with different colors and techno music was pulsing through the panes of glass. I walked across the empty street and stepped into the night club. The walls were dark purple and decorated with lit candles. The ceiling was covered in mirrors and the tiles had intricate patterns. There were no tables, just booths lining one side of the room opposite to the bar, with a small lamp dimly illuminating each one.
The club was filled with people, all talking and dancing with each other. I couldn't make out a single word anyone was saying, and as I walked through the crowd, everyone seemed to move away without even glancing at me.
I came up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. I looked at myself in the mirror, contemplating my journey through this mental maze. My sensory overload idea wasn't working at all and I didn't know what to do next.
“This is way beyond a mental illness or a hallucination, but I've never experienced a dream that lasted this long and allowed me to experience pain.” I muttered to myself, looking down at my hands.
“That's because you've never dreamed this deeply before.” A soft voice cooed as a martini was placed under my face. Instead of a toothpick, the olive was skewered with a tiny steel spike. I looked up at the bar tender.
“Hello Jenny.” I said dryly. The blonde beauty gave a coy smile.
“'Hello Jenny'? That's all you say to the woman you love?” She asked playfully.
“You're an illusion, there is no point showing any emotional attachment to a figment of my imagination.” I said calmly as I drank the martini. (Hey, it's a dream. There is no drinking age.)
“Only you could be so cold.” She pouted.
“Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on, or not? If you're my subconscious, then you should know I am becoming aggravated.”
“That, my love, is for you to figure out. Hallucinations are the brain's way of trying to solve problems, and as you can see, this is one doozy of a hallucination.” She said.
“Well of all the things that I've encountered in this dream of mine, you're the only one that I'm actually able to interact with. Everything else disappears because it is unimportant or could break the dream, meaning that my subconscious wants me to stay here, at least until I accomplish something. Plus, isn't it strange that in the most vivid dream I've ever experienced, my sense of logic hasn't been affected in the least?
You and logic, the two greatest forces in this dream... I wonder what that could mean?” I asked sarcastically.
“Bingo. Something has happened and you must make a choice now. You must choose between your love for me and your cold logical side. For years it has made you more than human, but if you wish to keep the woman you love, you must become human.” She said. The martini glass snapped in my hand.
“Will you give up your soul or your heart?” Jenny asked sadly.
“This isn't a dream, it's a nightmare.” I cursed.
“It is the only way to escape from this dream. Allow me to show you the results of your decisions. Pull out the sheet of paper in your pocket.” Jenny said.
I pulled out the paper and unfolded it. It was no longer the application sheet/mental map I had gotten from the bank. It had turned into some sort of government document. It looked like a bill for congress, with my signature at the bottom.
“That is a new law that you'll send to be ratified by congress.”
“You're saying that I'll be president?” I laughed.
“I'm only saying its very possible. Your harsh logic and lack of emotions make you perfect for politics. You aren't as hyperactive and emotional as republicans and your more assertive and harsh than democrats. Using your logic, sharp intellect, and harsh debating skills, you could become a favorite of the American people who are sick of lying politicians that are controlled by their political party. I can only tell you what you already know, and you have considered a career in politics several times.” Jenny said.
She then grabbed the stem of the broken martini glass. Before I could react, she stabbed me in the center of the chest. I fell off the bar stool with blood streaming from my chest, spurting from my mouth, and leaking from my ruptured heart to my torn left lung. None of the people in the club paid any attention to me. I pulled out the long glass chard and the pain instantly fell away. I felt my chest but could not find the wound. My clothes weren't even torn.
“If you keep your logical side, your relationship with shatter. Every day after, your shall feel that pain in your heart from losing the one thing that truly made you happy. You will sacrifice yourself to help the rest of the country.” Jenny said as I climbed back up onto my stool.
“So I can be a martyr, or...” I sighed.
“You can give up the one thing that truly makes you different from everyone else. If you give up your mechanical mentality, your sense of logic will be greatly impaired and your thoughts will be controlled by emotions, just like everyone else.” Jenny said.
As she spoke the words, the shattered martini glass repaired itself. The walls of the club began to change, losing their dark violet shade and gaining a shifting orange hue, with blobs of color shifting just beneath the glassy surface. The walls of the club almost resembled the inside of a lava lamp. The people in the club began to change as well. They lost their physical bodies and became merely holograms of their former selves, passing through all the physical objects and each other. Blobs of colored fire began wafting up from all of the candles, hovering in the air before turning into liquid and popping like bubbles.
“Can I have another martini?” I asked, even though the first one tasted like rubbing alcohol.
“I'll try.” She replied.
I watched as she went through the process of making the martini, putting all of the ingredients together in the mixer and then shaking it vigorously. But when she poured it into my repaired glass, it came out as orange juice.
“Sorry, it looks like luck was not on your side.” Jenny mused. With a calm expression on my face, I picked up the martini olive that had fallen on the table when the glass broke. I pulled out the tiny steel spike.
“Cute.” I said sarcastically before eating the olive.
“What is the purpose of this world? Of all dream sceneries, why a city? It seems rather cliché.” I asked calmly as I looked around at the shifting reality of the club.
“Ah, now you know what to look for. This world is your mind, as dictated by your mental state and personality and chosen by your subconscious. Before you met me, your mind looked like the inside of a supercomputer, with electric synapses passing through the circuits at speeds far above regular humans. But when we began our relationship, you became more social, even if it was just with me. Your mind is shaping itself around this new social behavior and your new emotions.
The circuits have been replaced with towering buildings, which represent your tendency to cling to cold stony organization. The electric synapses have been replaced with people, moving through this city in a pattern similar to their predecessors, but in a more social form. Consider this the “user-friendly” version of your mind.” Jenny said. I held up the martini glass and flicked it. As the ripples moved through the orange juice, it turned to soda.
“If this is my mind, then why is all logic and reason being cast aside for random anomalies?” I asked before taking a drink.
“Because I'm trying to show you the risk of choosing me. If you surrender your abilities of logic, you will lose much of your ability to predict outcomes and understand things that happen before you. Everything is as random here as it would seem in the real world.
You are all about self-control Adrian, you suppress your emotions and choose when you let physical desire show, just to maintain clear-headed and balanced. If you choose me, then you will have to release your goal of ultimate self-control, resulting in the destabilization of your inner world. And if you fall too far, then you will lose Jenny and you won't be able to go back to the way you were. Your self-control with continue to disappear until you end up like this...” Jenny said, motioning behind me.
I turned around in the stool and raised one of my eyebrows. All of the men and women in the club had ripped off their clothes and erupted into an orgy. They were all writing on the floor, with each person fucking whoever was closest. I jerked as I could suddenly feel soft human skin against my own.
I turned back to Jenny.
“Ok, you're going to have to elaborate.” I sighed.
“Just turn around.” She said with a smile. I turned back to the orgy and Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck.
“All the male apparitions are you in the life of debauchery that could possibly happen if you give up self-control to be with Jenny, but fall so far that you lose her. They are all you at different times in this possible life path. Every act of hedonism is being compacted into this one scene, letting you feel every woman, every orifice, every sexual experience in your future if you fall. Everything that they feel, you feel. Consider it the ultimate sexual euphoria. Enjoy the show...” She purred in my ear before letting go.
I sat on the bar stool, watching the orgy. I could feel every woman as if I were screwing them myself. I could feel the endless number of breasts against my palms, each with their own unique dimensions, from A-cup to D-cup and from pointing nipples to small ones. I couldn't keep my tongue still, because my sense of taste was saturated with the taste asses and pussies. They were all similar, yet each had a hint of individuality. Having all of the kinky tastes combined made me think of a wine-tasting party. I could actually feel the orifices around my tongue as the apparitions explored the women's insides. Like my tongue, I could feel the mouths, pussies, and asses gripping my manhood, all combined into a single experience. I looked over to one male apparition, fucking one of the women anally in the doggy style. I could actually feel her asshole gripping my cock tightly, as if I were the one hammering her. I looked at another apparition that was getting a blowjob, and could actually feel the woman's tongue, gums, and cheeks soaking my manhood in saliva.
I had the largest erection in my life and I could feel it being used to fuck the women anally, orally, and vaginally. Every square inch of my body felt like it was pressed against the soft flesh of one of the women, almost like a physical Nirvana. My whole body jerked as I felt over a dozen orgasms all combined into one simultaneous feeling. I looked down and realized I had ejaculated in my pants.
I turned around back to Jenny as all of the male and female apparitions disappeared, leaving the two of us alone. The club returned to its normal form, with the only illumination coming from the the lights above the bar's mirror. The bar itself was sitting in a pool of light, surrounded by darkness. It almost looked like the painting Nighthawks.
“If you fall too far, you will become what you hate; a mindless player who uses women for no reason, and lives just for pleasure. You would become a modern-day Caligula, and end up dead either from a drug overdose or suicide because of self-hatred. But, there is only a chance of that happening. If you can surrender your machine-like side and balance how much self-control you give up, the rewards would be great.” Jenny said as she motioned down the bar.
I looked down at the corner of the counter, where an elderly couple were having drinks, happy and in love. I watched as both the man and the woman drank from each other's glasses and then kissed.
“That is you and me, celebrating fifty years of marriage. If you chose love but don't fall too far, you will have a lifetime of happiness with the one you love.” Jenny said warmly.
“I can either sacrifice my happiness and becoming a political robot and help the country, or I can give up my individuality and risk a psychological crash, but possibly live out my life happy with Jenny.” I said, looking at the old couple. I then turned to the girl before me.
“The real Jenny I mean.” I said.
“That is the choice you must make.” She said sadly but with a small smile. I was silent for several moments before sighing.
“I can't choose either of them. I will lose Jenny no matter what I do. If I stay the way I am, with my cold machine side as my dominant personality, then Jenny will eventually become fed up with me and will seek someone who can give her the emotional support she needs. But if I give up who I am... then I would no longer be the man she loves. I would be like everyone else, and she sought me out because I'm different.” I said with my face downcast and my hands shaking.
“Then that means you are fated to lose me.” Jenny said sadly.
My hands stopped shaking and I looked up up at Jenny, showing a small but warm smile on my face.
“More proof that you aren't Jenny. I believe that fate controls everything we do, but the real Jenny believes the opposite. So far, you've only told me me what I already know, even if it's only at a subconscious level. Well let me tell you something; I love Jenny, and while I won't cast away my logical soul or my heart, I will cast away my beliefs.” I said. All of the glasses and bottles on the shelf behind Jenny started to shake and rattle.
“You don't make the rules here, I do, and I am going to create a third option...” I said as I stood up. A huge crack then ran through the counter, with a faint light shining up through.
“I will always be with Jenny, and to be with her, I will be whatever she want's me to be. I became emotionless and coldhearted because I broke my mind up into pieces, separating my heart from my soul. I did that to achieve balance and become the man of logic I am today.” Bottle and glasses began falling from the shelf and breaking as the building began to shake.
“You said that I need to pick one of the sides of my soul and stay with it. Well I'm done switching between them, I'm going to reunite my heart and mind and become both the man she needs and the man she loves. I will love her as much as any man possibly could, but I shall be wiser than any man she could possibly be with. I will be whatever she wants me to be, and she is what will keep me balanced.” Everything in the bar began shattering, sending splinters and blades of glass flying in all directions, but none of them touched Jenny or I.
“Now let me out.” I ordered.

I gasped as my eyes bolted open. Bright lights above me kept me from seeing, and every square inch of my body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. As my eyesight steadied itself, I recognized the lights and ceiling above me; I was in the hospital. As my mind lit back up, I could hear the beeping of the heart monitor beside me and I could feel the blankets of the bed I was in. It was then that I realized that there was a bandage wrapped around my head.
I was about to lift my hand to feel it, but something was pinning my arm down. I looked to my side and saw Jenny. She was sound asleep next me, coated in dry tears and holding onto me for dear life. I gave small smile as I looked at her beautiful face. I felt much different than before, almost like after Jenny and I made love for the first time.
My mind didn't feel so divided like it was before, split between my sense of logic and my emotions. My thought process did not seem impaired in the least by the presence of emotions, and my emotions themselves seemed perfectly under control. I had really done it; I had combined my human emotions and love for Jenny with my pure intelligence and logic, achieving a flawless balance and combination. I did not need to switch between them anymore, for they were now fused together into one aspect of my personality.
“Jenny.” I said softly as I placed my hand on her cheek. My hand was wrapped in bandages from when Ben stabbed me.
Her eyelids slowly rose and she became breathless.
“Adrian...” She gasped. She then wrapped her arms around me and began crying on my shoulder, with her forehead buried in the side of my neck.
“I didn't think you were going to wake up! I've been here for hours, begging you to come back to me.” She sobbed.
“Don't worry Jenny, everything is OK.” I said warmly.
Jenny lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me. I wiped away her tears and then kissed her on the lips.
“What happened?” I asked.
“You were shot by Ben, remember? We came here to get your hand taken care of and he burst in, covered in blood and waving a gun. He pointed the gun at you and shot you in the head. By the time the security guards tackled him, you were unconscious on the floor with blood pouring from you skull. Oh Adrian, I thought you were dead, I thought you had left me. The whole time you were in emergency surgery, I was praying that you would live or contemplating suicide.
The doctors said that the bullet went straight through your brain, between the left and right side and exited just an inch above your brainstem. They said that if you survived, one or both sides of your brain would be almost completely dead.” She said, causing fresh tears to run from her eyes.
As I mulled over what she said, I began to chuckle, which turned into a booming laugh.
“What are you laughing about?” Jenny asked with disbelief.
“While I was unconscious, I was in the most vivid dream I had ever experienced. I couldn't leave the dream until I made a decision. I had to discard my emotionless logical side or my heart and my love for you.”
“Which did you choose?” Jenny asked.
“Neither; I created a third option. I reunited the parts of my mind, both logic and emotion. The bullet didn't kill any parts of my brain, it just let me reconnect them. I love you Jenny, and I'm going to be whatever you want me to be, whether it's emotional or logical.” I said with a warm smile. Jenny wiped away the last of her tears and smiled.
“I love you Adrian, I love you with all of my heart.” She said as she laid back down and pressed herself against me.
“I love you too Jenny, and I will always be with you, as whatever you want me to be.” I said as I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her on the forehead.

Part 4:

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 driven 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.

Part 5:

Twenty people dead, all killed by one man without the use of firearms. It was being called one of the worst mass-murders in American history, towering above the recent Tuscon Shooting and all massacres like it. The shear magnitude of death, gore, and heartless killing that had gone on in that one building was baffling the police, and the FBI were now being called in.
It had been eight hours since the massacre, and Jenny and I were already two states away. The sun had just risen, and the highway was mostly empty. Much to my relief, Jenny was sound asleep in the reclined passenger seat, with my coat wrapped around her as a blanket. After her head injury, I knew that she needed rest above all else.
It also gave me time to process everything that had happened and come up with steps for my plan. The realization that I had killed twenty people had already struck me, though it had little affect. My vengeance had been justified, my parents were the only ties I had to my old life, and with a million dollars and my intelligence, I didn't have to worry about surviving. But while I had no regrets of my actions, there was guilt in my heart that I could not eliminate. I kept on looking over to Jenny.
Had I ruined her life by taking her with me? Would her view of me change once she realized the crimes I had committed? Would she even be afraid of me? Were we going to end up going our separate ways, bitter and alone, just like I had predicted before we were first intimate? Were we just going to end up like Bonnie and Clyde? Were we either going to live in hiding, split up, or die at the hands of the authorities? Or was their a chance that my plan could work, and her love and loyalty to me was as strong as she said it was?
I was listening to the radio with the volume set low so as not to disturb Jenny. A calm woman's voice was giving updates of the investigation on NPR, allowing me to evaluate our situation.
“According to the one who placed the call, the killer is recent trauma-survivor Adrian Ashford. Police have tried to find Adrian, but he seems to have disappeared, prompting the FBI to label him as the prime suspect and a dangerous threat to the community. At the scene, forensic investigators found two sets of footprints leading away from the scene, but the call to the police described no accomplices. However, the suspect's girlfriend, Jenny Donovan, was reported to have gone missing as well. After surviving a car crash and being brought to the hospital, Jenny escaped, and her whereabouts are now unknown, but the FBI say that she is most likely with Adrian Ashford.
The forensic investigators are currently trying to identify the weapon used by the killer. While there are slashes and blunt trauma found on the victims, they do not seem to have been caused by a bladed weapon or common bludgeon, and no bullet wounds or powder burns can be found. So far, they have found several hand-made darts, which match the description of the weapon used, as told to the police by the one who made the phone call. Serial killers often use weapons that are similar to each other, so after examining the wounds inflicted to the victims, the FBI believe that the weapon used was a spike-like weapon, similar in design to the darts.
Under normal circumstances, a crime such as this would be considered low priority, as the victims are known felons and the motive is theorized to be revenge. However, due to the large number of victims, the manner in which they were killed, and the capability of the suspect, a full-scale hunt for the killer is now underway. If anyone has any information on Adrian Ashford, please call-” I turned off the radio as Jenny began to stir. She gave a wide yawn and sat up.
“Good morning.” I said. She gave a sleepy smile and kissed me on the cheek.
“Good morning.” She replied as she readjusted her seat.
“So what is the plan?” She then asked.
“Well for now, I think we should lay low. I want to give you plenty of time to recover, and I need time to fully organize my plan. Let's stop in Columbus, get some new clothes and food, find a motel, and rest for a few days. Then we'll set out again once you're fully healed.”
“That sounds perfect. I can't wait to get out of these muddy clothes.” She said as she stretched. After several silent seconds, Jenny finally asked.
“Adrian, what are you going to do? When we were leaving the pier, you said that you had a plan on how you were going to change the world. I know that you still have a lot to figure out, but tell me, what is your big plan?”
I smiled at the question.
“I was wondering when you would ask. Alright, I'm still working on how I'm going to get there, but here is the root of my plan and the goal I'm trying to achieve...”

We stopped off in a small-town mall in Ohio to get some change of clothes, though we were longing to just drive to the nearest motel, lock ourselves in a room, and go to sleep in a warm slightly-clean bed. We were parallel-parked far away from the mall to make sure that the license plates couldn't be identified, and if the authorities did somehow track down the car, they would have to search a much greater area to find us.
I was standing with Jenny in a department store, trying to keep from falling asleep on my feet. Jenny was picking out clothes that would fit her, yawning after every third or fourth blouse. She was wearing a pink knitted hat to hide the bandages around her head. Beside us was a cart full of clothes we had picked out, and both of us desperately wanted to change into them.
I gave a wide yawn and looked around to make sure that we were alone.
“Do I frighten you?” I asked out of the blue.
“What?” Jenny replied.
“We haven't spoken about what happened in the warehouse. Jenny... I've killed people, the FBI is after me because I've killed twenty people. I don't want you to fear me or for your view of me to change. I-” I was cut off as Jenny kissed me on the lips.
“How is it that you have forsaken your machine-like alter ego, but you still don't understand humans? Adrian, I don't fear you, I love you, I adore you, and I am amazed by you. My view of you has changed; you aren't just a part of my life anymore, you are now my life. Besides, the people you killed were the ones who killed my parents, I wanted vengeance as well. Adrian, I would kill for you, I would die for you, and nothing can ever change that.” She whispered sweetly. I smiled and leaned back against a rack of clothes.
“Nothing in this universe is perfect, humans especially. But Jenny, you are as close to perfect as reality will allow.” I said softly.
“You are so sweet. Alright, I got all the clothes I need.” She said, putting three blouses in the cart.
“Great, let's pay and find some motel to pass out in.” I said with a smile as I pushed the cart.
“Sounds like plan.” Jenny said sweetly.

It was just after noon when we pulled up to the Forest Motel, a small inn partially hidden by the woods along the turnpike. We climbed out of the car, carrying our bags from the mall. Hidden among them was the duffle bag full of money and my lance in its sheath. We stepped into the motel office and rung the bell. The owner came up to us.
“How can I help you kids?” He asked.
“Can we have a room for three nights?” I asked.
“Ah, young love, it's always sweetest in a two-star motel. Just don't leave any used condoms around. Room 4.” He chuckled as he handed us a key.
“Two stars? Don't flatter yourself.” Jenny teased as we walked out of the office.
We made our way to the fourth motel room and stepped inside, both giving a sigh of relief.
“I'm going to take a quick birdbath.” Jenny said as she put down her bags and walked into the bathroom. I could hear quick sprays of the shower as Jenny would soak a towel and use it to wash away the dirt and blood from falling into the river. She couldn't shower yet with her head still wrapped in bandages.
I turned on the bedside lamp, lowered the shades, and sat down on the bed, wincing in pain. Only with endorphins and pure will had I been able to endure the pain from my bullet wounds, but now that I could finally lower my guard, it was all rising up. I slowly pulled off my jacket, showing the bulletproof vest around my chest, the two around my arms, and bloody shirt. My wounds had clotted, but were still open. I unfastened my vest, removed the duct tape holding the reinforced kevlar to my arms, and pulled off my shirt.
I pulled off the rest of my clothes, as slowly and carefully as possible. I had countless bloody gashes and large black bruises all over my body, and each was agitated by the smallest movement. I sat back down on the bed, shaking all over and trying to catch my breath. I jerked as I felt a cool wet towel pressed against the bullet wound in my shoulder. I looked behind me and saw Jenny, naked and as wet as the towel. The tender love and worry in her eyes was overpowering.
“My poor darling.” She whispered as she saw all of my bruises and wounds.
She went back to the bathroom and came out with more wet towels and a medical kit. She climbed back onto the bed, kneeling behind me. She began gently cleaning my wounds with the wet towels, wiping away the dirt and blood. I softly hummed in bliss and relaxation from the feeling of the wet towels against my injuries and Jenny's soft hands against my skin.
“Ok, I'm going to have to stitch these up. This will hurt.” Jenny warned, picking a needle and line of thread out of the medical kit.
“You can stitch wounds?” I asked with disbelief.
“I took an extra-credit course in health class, and basic medical techniques were some of the things I was taught. But this kit doesn't come with pain killers, so this will hurt.” She said.
I reached back and placed my hand on Jenny's warm thigh.
“I'll be fine.” I said calmly. Without even looking at her, I knew Jenny was blushing with a smile on her face.
With my hand on Jenny's thigh for mental support, I was able to block out the pain as she began stitching shut my wounds. For over an hour, she worked tirelessly, tending to my injuries. Once she was finished, she wrapped them in bandages and I turned to her.
“Now let me see you.” I said as I placed my hand on the bandages wrapped around her head.
I unfastened the bandages an unwrapped them, then removed the gauze covering the gash on the side of her forehead. The gauze was bloody, but the wound seemed to be doing just fine and would be fully healed by the end of the week. Jenny almost looked like she was sleeping while sitting up as I cleaned the wound with sterilizing strips, covered it with fresh gauze, and wrapped her head with clean bandages.
After I checked to make sure the bandages would stay on, my hand drifted down from her forehead to her soft cheek. Jenny opened her eyes as I brushed my fingers against the side of her face. She grasped my wrist and pressed my hand against her cheek.
“Come on, you need to get some sleep.” She said as she pulled me to the center of the bed. With my whole body aching, I moved under the sheets and put my head down on the pillow. Jenny turned off the bedside lamp and curled up next to me, kissing my chest.
“Goodnight Adrian.” She said softly with her arm across my chest and her head on my shoulder.
“Goodnight Jenny.” I hummed as the soft bed, the warm blankets, Jenny's body pressed against mine, and my exhaustion carried me into the best sleep of my life.

“So what do we know about this Adrian kid?” FBI Agent Hoffman asked, leaning back behind his desk. On the wall above him were his awards from back when he was just a police officer.
His partner, Agent Mason, had just stepped in with an armful of files on me. He had a PhD in psychology, and he often used it to provoke his partner.
“After what he did to those dropouts in that warehouse, he must be one twisted psychopath.” Hoffman said as Mason sat down in the chair in front of his desk.
“On the contrary, he's a certified genius. His school records say that he has an IQ of -oh, you won't believe this- he has an IQ of well over 200. His teachers have commented that he prizes logic and reason above all else and has been compared to a robot countless times. He's almost rich because he makes surgical tools for the local hospital, and his name is quickly circulating the technological industry as some sort of prodigy.” Mason said with disbelief.
“Oh goddammit, I hate the fucking geniuses!” Hoffman groaned.
“Yeah, the geniuses are either experts at hiding or try to play games with us, and we got to find him. However, if his girlfriend is in fact with him, that could work in our favor. People on the run will often make more mistakes if they are with others instead of on their own. And the fact that he loves this girl should cloud his judgment, if only a little. You have those files on the girl right?”
“Jenny Donovan? Yeah, I looked through them. As far as I know, she's just a regular teenage girl. The trauma of her parent's death must be why she decided to run away with him. Eventually she'll realize it was a mistake, leave him, and the pain of losing her will hopefully make Adrian mess up and we'll catch him.”
“Oh, I have Adrian's school picture. Geez, look at the mugshot on him, talk about melancholic.” Mason said, handing him the pictures. He then saw a picture on Hoffman's desk.
“Is that her?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Hoffman said as he looked at my picture. Agent Mason looked at the picture of Jenny and chuckled.
“Geez Mike, you would be out of the job if I weren't here to help you. This girl isn't normal.” He said.
“What do you mean?” Hoffman asked. His partner showed him the picture again.
“She's gorgeous, blond, and busty. I don't think there were any girls in my high school as hot as she is.” Mason said.
“Yeah, she's a looker, what about it?” Hoffman asked.
“A girl like that is at the top of the popularity pedestal, a social goddess in the halls of high school. I know that strange couples can form, but consider the facts; We have this popular beauty -who's teachers all say that she is incredibly kind-hearted and sweet- in love with this emotionless robot, who is a social pariah because of his high intellect and antisocial personality. Either their relationship has always been one bad day from breaking up, or these two have a much deeper relationship than we give them credit for. I don't think they'll just split up.”

It was 8 AM at the motel, and I closed the motel door as quietly as possible, but I could not stop Jenny from waking up. With a wide yawn and several cat-like stretches, she sat up and looked at me.
“Where have you been?” She asked sleepily. I placed a Dunkin' Donuts box and two bags on a nearby table and handed Jenny one of two cups of coffee.
“I just needed to get a few things. We were asleep for almost twenty hours, and I wanted to make up for lost time.” I said. Jenny took a drink of the coffee and grimaced.
“I had always hoped that my first coffee would be sweeter.” She winced.
“Oh, that was your first coffee? Well if I had known that, I would have made sure that you didn't lose your coffee virginity so disappointingly in a cheap motel.” I joked, causing Jenny to laugh. As I walked into the bathroom with a bag of toiletries, Jenny stepped out of the bed and looked into the Dunkin' Donuts box. With a sigh of bliss, she pulled out a cinnamon roll, still warm. As she took the first bite, she saw a laptop and two cellphones on the table.
“Why did you buy these?” She asked as I stepped out of the bathroom.
“If we're going to be on the run, we'll need a way to pick up information and make contact if needed.” I said.
“But can't the FBI use these to track us?” She asked with worry.
“Yes, because I want them to track us.” I said. Jenny stared at me wide-eyed. Before she could ask, I answered her,
“Don't worry, I bought the laptop with as little paperwork as possible and the cellphones have prepaid minutes and can only be traced if we actually call the FBI. I want the FBI to track us because I'm trying to catch the attention of some people. Basically I'm leaving the faintest trail of breadcrumbs for anyone searching for us. The FBI will really have to try hard to find us, don't worry about that, I'm just making sure that the trail remains hot for them and we remain in the news. We'll always be more than ten steps ahead of them.” I said reassuringly. Jenny sighed in relief.
“So your basically going to have the FBI trailing behind us, using them as bait for attention.” She said slyly.
“Bingo. Now I paid for a few days in this room, and that's all the time I'm comfortable with. By then, the FBI will have begun releasing information on us to the public and we'll have to start moving again. Until then, we'll rest and recover. But we aren't just going to be lounging here in front of the TV...” I said. Jenny raised one of her eyebrows.
“And what exactly shall we be doing?” She asked with interest.
“I am going to be training you. I'm a wanted criminal, and if you're really going to come with me, I need to teach you to protect yourself. Things are going to get dangerous, and I won't always be around to protect you. For the next couple of days, I'm going to expand your mind as far as it can go. Your intelligence will skyrocket, you'll learn my logic-based fighting style, and you'll achieve complete control over your body.” I said proudly. Jenny gained an ecstatic smile on her face.
“Really?” She asked giddily.
“Yes, and trust me...” I said as I wrapped my arms around her naked form.
“That's not all we're going to be doing.” I said before kissing her.

The office was silent as Agents Hoffman and Mason read through my file and Jenny's. They needed to memorize every scrap of information they could find if they had any hope of finding us.
“There is one thing that keeps tugging at my mind...” Hoffman said. Mason looked up at him.
“The bodies in that warehouse have been searched over and over again, and we can't find any powder burns, poison, or signs that the victims were somehow weakened before they were fighting. Twenty full or near full-grown men, all at full strength and armed with guns and melee weapons were killed by one seventeen-year old kid. This is the kind of thing you only see in Jackie Chan movies.” He said.
“I know, I can't stop thinking about it either. As far as I've learned, this kid has never been to so much as a single karate lesson. And if you ask me, a genius who builds surgical technology in his spare time and avoids doing anything trivial and futile, doesn't really sound like the kind of kid that is an experienced street fighter.”
“Which makes it seem even more likely that he didn't do it. In fact, he could actually be dead. From what we were told by the Dean of Medicine, he was told that his girlfriend was either going to die or never wake up from her coma. After the death of the parents and learning about his girlfriend, he could have easily killed himself and we just haven't found his body.
We were also told his girlfriend disappeared. It's possible that she woke up, found out about her parents, found her dead boyfriend, and decided to follow him to the grave. We could easily be looking for the wrong person.” Mason said.
A man stepped into the office, holding a long cardboard box and three files.
“Detectives, I have something you should take a look at...” He said as he handed them the box and files, then walked away. Hoffman took the box and opened it.
“Holy shit.” He muttered. Mason looked through the files and gave the same curse.
In the box was my lance from when Jenny and I were attacked by Ben and his cronies, the one designed for concealment. In the files were the medical and forensic records of Ben and his friends from when they were treated. The injuries confirmed that the lance was the cause, and the fingerprints linked it to me. The fight had been kept quiet, due to the fact that the weapon had been used in self-defense, not to mention all the publicity caused by my gunshot to the head and my survival. Trials had been set to take place a month after I got out of the hospital, but the massacre changed all that.
“This proves it, it was Adrian. Similar weapon, similar injuries, a motive, and the same target.” Hoffman said, holding up the lance. He tried to fold it, but the hinges were locked in place. The weapon was strong enough to support a full-grown man without the point bending or breaking. Mason leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.
“Look at this grisly thing, there are no serial numbers, company logos, or labels of the manufacturer. There are no signs of it being cast from molten steel, but neither are there any imperfections. This thing was hand-made with the precision of a samurai sword.” Hoffman said in amazement.
“This is bad, really bad.” Mason sighed.
“What do you mean?” His partner asked.
“This kid is a certified genius, can create weapons like these and surgical technology in his spare time, and without any sort of fighting lessons or experience, he was able to take down twenty armed men with a single melee weapon. Think about it; this kid has absolutely no training, but is this deadly. We aren't dealing with a normal kid on the run. I haven't met a single criminal with an IQ this high and is this proficient, all before age eighteen.”
“Basically, you're saying that we're dealing with some sort of prodigy?” Hoffman chuckled darkly.
“i would prefer a less provocative term. But what I'm saying is that we need to catch him soon, because we can't let someone like this running around the country, especially if he decides to strike again...”

Jenny and I were sitting cross-legged on the bed in the motel, facing each other. Jenny still had not put any clothes on, but I personally was not complaining.
“Before we can even begin your training, you must learn to use your entire brain. Many people believe that humans only use 12% of their brains, when in reality, its more like 30%, just like their muscles. I've learned to harness about 95% percent, which lets me think, calculate, and solve problems countless times faster and easier than regular people. Here, I'll show you...” I said as I reached into a bag beside the bed and pulled out a Rubik's Cube. I had bought several of them earlier when I went out.
“Scramble this in thirty moves and I'll show you what 95% of your brain can accomplish.” I said before closing my eyes so that I couldn't see what Jenny did. Jenny quickly scrambled up the puzzle, making it as difficult as possible with exactly thirty moves. Once she was done, I opened my eyes and pulled a stopwatch out of my pocket.
“Alright, it's been a while since I used one of these things, so I'll probably be a little out of shape.” I said before turning on the stopwatch and taking the Rubik's Cube.
I studied it for the first six seconds, memorizing every side and forming a mental copy in my brain. Once I had memorized, I quickly began solving it, shifting the levels as fast as if I were instead trying to scramble it. Jenny watched me wide-eyed as the puzzle quickly began take its original form, with me only stopping occasionally to contemplate for a few seconds. Once it was solved, I turned off the stopwatch.
“58 seconds, spread out across 34 moves. My best record is 40 seconds, spread out across 31 moves. Like I said, I'm out of shape. Now, the internet is full of formulas and algorithms for solving these things, but if you are smart enough, you won't need them.” I said humbly.
“That was incredible!” Jenny exclaimed.
“Now it's your turn. Close your eyes and I'll scramble it up.” I said. Jenny closed her eyes and I shuffled up the puzzle. I handed it to her and she opened her eyes.
“After an hour, tell me if you think you've made progress. If not, we can stop.” I said. Jenny looked at me with self doubt.
“Don't worry, this isn't some standardized test at school. You can do nothing wrong.” I said reassuringly.
Jenny smiled confidently, but it quickly dropped after I started the timer. For the first ten minutes, Jenny did as I had done and tried to memorize the six sides of the Rubik's Cube and form a detailed copy in her mind. For the rest of the hour, she began shifting the levels while biting her lip, often stopping for several minutes to try and come up with a strategy. I kept my eyes focused on the stopwatch to keep Jenny from feeling nervous, and at the one-hour point, I told her to stop.
“So, do you want to keep going?” I asked. Jenny sighed.
“No, I have no idea what I'm doing. I can't figure this out.” She said. I looked at the Rubik's Cube and chuckled.
“Actually, you were quite close. You were 17 moves away from solving it. Most people either get to the high 20's or actually scramble it up even more.” I said before solving it. Jenny blushed from the praise.
“Now, as you have seen, there is a colossal difference between 30% and 95%. Each percent doesn't increase your intelligence by an actual 1/100th of your full potential, each percent is basically multiplied by the one before it. It's why even at 30%, you weren't able to just solve the Rubik's Cube three times longer than I did.
If you can learn to harness the rest of your brain, mental tasks will take only a fraction of the original time and effort, because the work will be outsourced to more areas, instead of just the parts of your brain you are currently using. I will teach you how to unlock the rest of your mind and transcend human limitations.
However, the expansion of your mind does not equal an instant IQ boost, it will take a while for you to learn how to use the awakened areas of your brain. At first, your senses will just be enhanced, then you'll learn how to process moments in time faster and react, and finally you'll gain foresight, logic, and high intelligence. At the third stage, you'll be able to plan things out ten steps in advance, you'll be able to see through even the most complicated situations, and you'll be able to outsmart anyone in your path.
Now, close your eyes and clear your mind.” I said. Jenny did as she was told, closing her eyes and clearing her mind.
“Clear your mind of all thoughts and emotions. Imagine you are falling through darkness, and let my voice be the only thing in your mind. Let every word I speak ripple through the darkness, but let everything else fall away.” I said, speaking very softly but clearly. Jenny gave another deep breath and I placed my hand on the center of her chest, measuring her heart rate. She shivered in arousal from my touch.
“Calm yourself. Separate your mind from your body, forget the bed beneath you, forget my hand on your chest, forget the air against your skin, forget it all and let all of the feelings fall away. Do not fall asleep, do not wake up, set yourself on the mental precipice with only the Void around you. Focus only on my voice and let everything else fall into darkness.” I murmured.
I repeated myself again and again, and over the course of an hour, her heartbeat quickly lowered as she entered a trance-like state. As I had instructed, she was neither asleep not awake, she had entered the subconscious level of her mind. I took my hand off her chest and moved over to her carefully. It would be very difficult for her to wake up from this trance, but I did not want to risk ruining our progress. I sat next to her and brushed back a lock of her long blond hair. Unlike before, she did not shiver at my touch.
“You are now in contact with your subconscious. Link yourself to it, and use it as a map to your own mind. While your brain occupies a limited area, the domain of your mind stretches only as far as you wish it go. Explore every corner of your inner realm and fill your body with your own consciousness. Mind, body, and soul; combine it into one single aspect.” I whispered softly in her ear.
I quickly wrapped my arms around her and caught her as she fell back. She had just passed through her subconscious level and into the null void of her brain, the literal back of her mind. Thirty percent of the brain was used by the conscious level, the next twenty percent was used by the subconscious level, and the last fifty percent was unused brain matter. The rate in which her mind was expanding had greatly slowed, and now she had to move her consciousness in order to keep going. The farther she went, the more she would have to leave behind, and muscle tension was the first to go.
If she were younger, this part of her training would be extremely dangerous, because if she went too far, she might never wake up. I had gone through this training on my own when I was ten years old and unlocked 95% percent of my brain, but it wasn't because I was unable to unlock the last 5%, it was because I dared not try. At 94% of expansion, the mind is so far from control of its usual functions that it risks severing its ties to automatic functions like breathing and heart beat. At 95%, those functions slow down to threatening levels, and at 96% or higher, the body and mind are completely separated.
I had almost died once before because I went to far, and even though my mind could expand farther now than before, I did not want to risk it. Due to her age, there was very little chance of their being any risks like when I went through it myself, but I still had to be careful and watch her closely.
I slowly lowered her down and laid beside her. For the next two hours, I monitored her heart rate and breathing, making sure they didn't drop to drastically. As I watched her, my eyes traveled up her beautiful body repeatedly. Her womanly figure captivated my attention, from her round supple breasts, her slim taut stomach, her long smooth legs, the thin wisp of pubic hair above her pussy, her long blonde hair, her flawless face, and her sensual curves. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“Jenny, stop where you are, go no further.” I whispered in her ear as her breathing and heart beat stabilize. She had not unlocked her mind, but she could go no further. She had unlocked all she could and her heart rate and breathing could not go any lower..
“Do not delve any farther into your mind, stay where you are and become accustomed to your existence. Use what you have regained so far.” I whispered.
I got up from the bed and retrieved my laptop. I would need to leave her in that state for a few hours for her mind to become accustomed to the expansion. I decided to use this time to do some research and check the news. We needed to always be aware of any progress in the investigation. The second our pictures were released, we would have to start moving again, and move quickly.
For six hours, I checked popular news and email sites, scanning for any story that had a picture of Jenny or I. More than half of all of the stories were about the massacre, but with its uniqueness, I was not surprised. Murder on this scale of brutality and numbers by one man was unheard of. So far, every article just repeated the facts of the one before it, and before it could be confirmed that I was the killer, the police were checking the possibility of suicide.
I also studied up on skills that I would need, like hot-wiring cars, cheating in card games, and even surgical procedures. While I had great intelligence, my real-world experience was almost nonexistent, and I would need to become a Jack Of All Trades to ensure the survival of Jenny and I, and secure the success of my plan. As I read through article after article, Jenny was beside me, still in her deep trance.
After six hours, I closed my laptop and put in on the nearby table. I returned to Jenny and began to draw her back from her trance.
“Jenny, it's time to come back to me. Take back control of your body; regain your thoughts, emotions, and feelings. Regain your ability to feel.” I whispered in her ear as I ran my fingertips along her nude body, trying to stimulate her nerve endings and help her wake up. Jenny took a slow breath as she began to regress to her original mental parameters.
“Focus on my voice Jenny and come back to me. Use my voice as a guide through the darkness and come back to me. Use my touch as a beacon in the void of your mind and come back to me. Come back to me Jenny, come back to me.” I whispered.
Finally, Jenny opened her eyes. She let out a loud gasp and arched her back, almost as if she was experiencing a great orgasm. After several seconds, her body relaxed and she began taking short quick breaths. I looked into her eyes and smiled.
“Welcome to the transcended realm.” I said proudly but softly. For several seconds, Jenny was silent as she tried to come up with something to say. Only at the conscious level was she now aware of the mental leap she had just made. Her senses were now heightened and thoughts were shooting through her mind faster than ever before.
“Oh my god Adrian... Is this... is this really how you see the world?” She gasped with disbelief as her heightened senses filled her with enhanced feelings and her mind processed them all.
“Basically. Now as I said before, this isn't an IQ boost yet, your senses are just heightened. It will take a while for you to actually learn how to use your awakened mind. Your training hasn't even started yet, this trance just made training actually possible. Now that you've awakened the rest of your mind, you now have potential, and now the real training can begin.
This “enlightenment” should ware off by tomorrow as the areas of your brain you woke up become dormant once again. But if you keep on entering that trance, your mind will be stretched to it's maximum length of control and you will be able to keep your whole mind active at all times, allowing you to maintain this higher intelligence without me having to hypnotize you.”
“I just can't believe it, I feel like the guy from Limitless.” She whispered, just staring at the ceiling. I chuckled.
“I guess that would be a good description. Come on, let's stretch our legs and go get something to eat.” I said as I got off the bed and put on my coat. Still trying to recover from her trance, Jenny got dressed slowly, savoring every new feeling. Everything she had ever experienced now felt totally new to her. Once she was dressed, we stepped out of the motel and began walking down the sidewalk, with Jenny wearing the pink knitted hat to hide her bandages.
The sun was setting and there were only a few cars out on the road. I watched with a smile as Jenny would constantly dart her head in different directions, like a cat trying to catch the dot of a laser pointer. With her enhanced senses, she was sampling every taste, smell, sound, sight, and feeling, almost as if she were experiencing them through a new body.
“Alright Jenny, now for a test. For every car that passes by us, I want you to take all of the numbers on their license plate, multiply them by each other, and then add it to the sum of the next plate. But don't try and cheat, I'll be counting them too.” I challenged. Jenny smiled and she and I began working the calculations as we walked down the street, enjoying the evening and the cool fresh air.
We finally picked a restaurant, and just before we stepped inside, Jenny whispered in my ear,
I smiled and whispered in hers,
“Close, but it was actually 1321.”
Jenny scowled at the tease but quickly regained her smile as we stepped inside and were given a booth.
“So how do you like the new world?” I asked, resting my chin on my tented fingers.
“It's unbelievable. I knew that you saw the world a little differently, but I can't believe how high you were above everyone else.” She said with amazement.
“Now, as I mentioned before, this feeling should ware off by tomorrow as the reawakened parts of your brain become dormant again. What I didn't tell you is that you have a very limited potential since you began your training so late.” I warned.
“What do you mean?” She asked, leaning forward. Before I could answer her, a waitress came up to us. We gave our orders, and once she left, I turned back to Jenny.
“Well during puberty, the body discards the ability to use parts of the brain that are deemed unimportant. Basically, those who don't learn to use the void of their brain lose the chance after puberty, because that area of their brain is forever lost. You're almost halfway through puberty, so much of your potential has already been discarded by your body. However, I learned to unlock my brain when I was ten years old, allowing me to protect areas of my mind from being discarded by my body during puberty.
Basically, while you have unlocked almost your entire brain, you have not unlocked as much brain matter as I have.” I said. Jenny lost her smile and her eyes became filled with disappointment, causing my heart to ache. I placed my hand on hers and I could instantly feel her begin to rise back up.
“Jenny, do not be disappointed. In one day, you have surpassed most geniuses in terms of mental prowess. Be proud of yourself, for you have become more than human.” I said proudly. Jenny blushed from the compliment and smiled as two plates of food were put in front of us by the waitress; a cooked salmon for her and pork tenderloin for me, with two glasses of water, each with a floating sliver of lemon.
“Perfect, I'm starving.” Jenny said, savoring the smells emanating from the plates.
“Now, before your enlightenment wares off, I'm going to show you two great abilities that comes with it: enhanced memory and senses.” I said as I chewed on a section of pork.
“Now, when I say memory, I don't just mean mental memory, I also mean muscle memory. Muscle memory is the body's ability to adapt to things that you do over and over again, allowing you to do them easier and more efficiently. But it also works with your senses, letting you memorize the physical aspects of the things you touch, like weight, viscosity, temperature, and how rough or smooth it is. By becoming enlightened, you have the ability to remember memories more clearly, including muscle memory.
Think back to science class, when we were taught the metric system. Remember when we were each given a weight that weighed one gram? Remember that weight, think back to how it felt in your hand.” I said. Jenny closed her eyes for several seconds, pressing down on her palm with her fingers to simulate the weight of a single gram. I reached out with my fork and skewered a piece of salmon, holding it up.
“Now take a bite, but don't swallow.” I said as she opened her eyes. Jenny smiled and playfully pulled the salmon off my fork with her tongue. I chuckled.
“You just couldn't help yourself, could you?” I asked with a small smile as I continued eating my own meal. Jenny just replied with a wink.
“Now that you have familiarized yourself with the weight of one gram, how much would you say that piece of salmon weighed?” I asked. Jenny chewed for a few seconds before saying,
“15.7 grams?”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, not even I thought she would be that close.
“That's absolutely correct.” I congratulated.
“But how did you know how much it weighed when you were...” She said, trailing off as she looked at the fork in my hand. She then smiled.
“You knew the weight of the fork?” She asked.
“A habit of mine is to weigh whatever I touch. I knew the weight of the fork the second I picked it up, and I just subtracted it from the combined weight of it and the piece of salmon.
Now here is something a little more tricky. Using the piece you just ate as a control, create a weight-to-mass ratio in your mind of the salmon...” I said as I picked up another piece with my fork. I held it up, just a few inches from her lips.
“...And try to figure out how much it weighs just by the sight of it.” I challenged. Jenny stared at the piece for several seconds, analyzing every thread of tissue and trying to come up with it's total mass, then comparing it to the piece she had just eaten.
“7.3 grams?” She asked.
“7.5 actually, but you were incredibly close for your first try.” I said before eating the piece. Jenny gave me a half smile/half scowl.
I picked up the salt shaker and sprinkled some on my pork tenderloin. As I began chewing on a piece, I handed her the salt shaker.
“Very few people would be able to calculate the weight of those pieces if they had been holding it in one hand and a one-gram weight in another, let alone comparing it to memory. You were able to because your senses have been enhanced. With almost your entire brain being used, more electrical impulses are traveling through your nerves, allowing your mind to better process what you are feeling.
Just by touching it with your palm, count the number of holes on the top of that salt shaker.” I instructed. I continued eating as I watched as Jenny pressed down on the salt shaker with her palm, trying to count the holes on the top.
“81?” She asked.
“Bingo.” I congratulated as I pushed my empty plate to the side.
“Alright, now let me eat, I'm starving.” She snapped, but with a smile.
I chuckled and leaned back, sitting silently as Jenny filled her stomach. I didn't have to wait long, she really was starving. It was like watching a snow blower being pushed through a fresh layer of powder. I wasn't surprised, we hadn't eaten in nine hours and her body had just gone through an incredible metamorphosis. She was finished in less than thirty seconds and gave a very unladylike belch.
“Happy?” I asked.
“Very.” She hummed in bliss.
“Do you want desert?” I asked, looking around.
“No, I'm exhausted. I've only been awake for a few hours, but my whole body is tired.” She yawned.
“Well you just ran a mental triathlon. How about we pay the bill, maybe pick something up on the way to the motel, and fall asleep while watching a movie?” I suggested. Jenny gained a look of tender love and peace on her face.
“That would be perfect.” She hummed.

We stepped out of the grocery store with my arm around Jenny and both of us holding a plastic bag. Jenny had two small tubs of ice cream in hers and I was carrying food for tomorrow morning in mine. The night was warm, and we wanted to get to the motel before our deserts turned into sticky puddles. We walked down the sidewalk, trying to decide what movie we would watch.
“Are you sure I can't talk you into an action movie? ” I asked.
“No way, let's just watch a nice romantic-comedy.” Jenny groaned.
“I'm good with that, do you have anything in mind?”
“I don't know, let's see what the on-demand has to offer.” She shrugged.
“Well if they don't have anything good, then we can always just watch a movie online.” I suggested.
“Ok, but that laptop isn't too big, so I'll have to snuggle up close so that we can both watch.” She whispered in my ear.

We were lying in bed, pressed together like two puzzle pieces as we watched the movie on my laptop. Two empty ice cream tubs were lying on the floor beside the bed, and we were both using each other for warmth against the chills crawling from our stomachs. Jenny had her arm across my chest and her head on my shoulder, and I was relishing the sweet smell of her long golden hair.
“This is so nice.” Jenny said without notice.
“What is?” I asked.
“Just this, where we are, what we're doing. Being on the road on our own, going out to dinner and then coming back to our own motel room. I just feel so... independent, like I'm done with school and I'm ready to start my own life with you. This is just a motel room, but to me it's like our real home. We're running from the law, but to me it's like we're finally free to go wherever we want. Our old lives are gone, but to me... it's a chance to start our new life together.” She murmured.
“I'm loving it too; the freedom of being in control of our own lives, and in our case, we literally can do whatever we want.” I hummed.
“Well... I know what I want to do.” Jenny said coyly as she slowly closed the laptop. I smiled as she put it down on the floor and then climbed up on top of me.
“I can feel the enlightenment starting to ware off, so I want to make love while my senses are still energized.” She cooed, straddling my lap.
She then leaned down and pressed her lips against mine as gently as a falling leaf. The gentle kiss lasted only for a few seconds before becoming much more passionate. As we kissed, I unbuttoned Jenny's blouse and she pulled it off. Her white bra was holding her breasts well, but it wouldn't take much for them to pop out. I reached behind her and undid the the clasp, and the lingerie instantly lost it's grip on Jenny and hung slack. My heart was beating quickly from the tease. Even though I had seen them countless times, her voluptuous breasts always excited me.
Jenny pulled off the clinging bra and tossed it across the room, letting the light and fresh air bath her glorious tits. She leaned forward and gripped the headboard, with her breasts just inches from my face. I reached up with my tongue and traced her nipples, causing her to hum in pleasure. As I switched between her boobs, I worked my hand underneath the waistband of her skirt and into her panties. Jenny's pussy was already wet with arousal, and it only took the slightest touch to send shivers up her spine.
I slowly pushed my fingers in, rubbing her hot wet insides. Jenny's humming quickly turned to moaning, she had her cheek pressed against the top of my head, and she began grinding her pussy against my hand. I wrapped my arms around Jenny and quickly rolled over, switching our positions so that I was on top. I kissed her and she slipped her tongue between my lips, licking the inside of my mouth. After a few seconds, I moved from her lips and started kissing her neck, her collar bone, down the middle of her chest, her slim belly, and finally reached her wet pussy.
I flicked my tongue playfully between the pink lips and Jenny's whole body quivered. I licked again, this time more broadly. Jenny gave a soft moan with her hands constantly moving, either gripping the bed or her breasts. I kissed her pussy while sending my tongue deep inside her, just like how she had french-kissed me. I brought up my hand and pushed my fingers back inside her, using them to probe her cunt while I licked every corner. Jenny's moan quickly became more shrill, with her whole body shaking uncontrollably and her smooth thighs pressed against the side of my face.
Just when she was about to cum, I pulled away, filling her with sexual anticipation.
“Oh god Adrian, don't stop! You're driving me crazy!” Jenny groaned with her whole body blushing.
“Don't worry honey, I won't.” I said as I quickly pulled off my clothes.
I suspended myself over her and pushed my manhood up into her pussy. Jenny gave a very familiar moan and I sat up. With our bodies perpendicular, I began forcing my bulging phallus deep inside her, gripping her hips and trying to keep the bed from lessening my momentum. Jenny had her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and was holding my hands for dear life.
Jenny's pussy seemed tighter than I remembered, but seeing as how this was the first time we had made love in almost two months, I wasn't surprised. After almost two months of no intimacy, Jenny's pussy wasn't just accepting my manhood, it was practically inhaling it. I could actually feel suction on my cock from the soft lips gripping it hungrily. Jenny's expression constantly changed, switching from aggressive nymphomaniac to sweet and gentle.
Without warning, Jenny grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled over, switching positions so that I was back under her. With my cock driving straight up into her, Jenny gave a shrill moan and began rocking back and forth. She was moving her hands all over my body, gripping my shoulders, rubbing my chest, or leaning back on my legs for support. She would often place her hands on my cheeks with a look of tender love on her face, and I would reply by gently kissing her wrists.
I had my hands on her hips, and was using the strength in my arms to lift her up and slam her back down, driving my cock deep into her pussy. Jenny leaned forward and gripped the head board, again with her breasts just inches from my face. With my manhood being forced into her like a jackhammer and my tongue sweeping her breasts, Jenny could barely keep her moans from shattering glass. She was hollering like an opera singer, with her body as hot and red as molten metal. Finally, I gave one great thrust and sent five thick streams of semen into her. It had all built up in my body over the last two months and was now released in a load so great that it was overflowing out of her.
Jenny became limp and collapsed next to me, gasping for air. Her whole body was blushing, with her pussy and inner thighs completely plastered with sperm.
“That was the first time we've made love in almost two months, and that was one of our best without a doubt.” I panted.
“How is it that every time with you is as fantastic and magic as our first time?” Jenny hummed as she pressed herself against me.
“Because it's always best with the one you love. I glad you liked it Jenny... Jenny?” I asked when she didn't reply. I looked down at her and realized she was sound asleep.
“Goodnight baby.” I chuckled before turning off the bedside lamp.

I was woken up by the rising sun shining through the window blinds and the chirping of birds outside. It was just after six in the morning and Jenny was in a deep sleep, pressed against me in the same position as last night. There seemed to be a small smile on her lips, and every soft breath she took seemed to have a cat-like purr. I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. She hummed in reply and buried her face in the side of my neck.
“Nothing in this universe is perfect, humans especially. But Jenny, you are as close to perfect as reality will allow.” I said softly, repeating what I had said to her in the department store.
Jenny gave another hum, and with her pressed so tightly against me, I could feel her heartbeat quicken as she began to wake up. Jenny opened her beautiful eyes and gave a third hum, wrapping her arms around me.
“Good morning.” I said softly.
“Good morning. So what's the plan for today?” She asked, kissing my chest.
“Quite simply, we're going back to the Rubik's Cube.” I said, holding up the puzzle.

Like the previous day, we were sitting on the bed in meditative positions. We had just eaten breakfast and were about to resume our training. The only difference was that Jenny wasn't the only one who was naked (with the window shades down and breakfast already taken care of, why get dressed?).
“...Now come back to me Jenny, come back to me.” I said, waking her from a trance that I had put her in an hour before. As Jenny took opened her eyes and gave a sigh of euphoria. We had about eight hours until the enlightenment wore off and we were going to use that time wisely. I smiled and held up the jumbled Rubik's Cube and my stopwatch.
“Thirty moves, just like last time. Now if your IQ has increased, you be able to at least solve it this time.” I said this time. Jenny took the puzzle and bit her lip.
“Take your time Jenny, you have all the time you need, all the time in the world.” I said reassuringly as I started the stopwatch behind my back, so as not to pressure her.
Jenny gained a confident smile and began studying the six sides of the Rubik's Cube. After thirty seconds, she began shifting the different levels of the Rubik's Cube, and I could see in her eyes that it was really starting to make sense to her. I could see her planning out several moves ahead of the ones she was making, using the mental blueprint she had established instead turning the cube over in her hands, and not having to turn back moves she had made.
Just like the first time, I stopped her at the hour point.
“Do you want to keep going?” I asked.
“Yeah, I just... I don't know what it is... but I feel like I can do it this time.” She said with excitement.
“That's my girl.” I said proudly, kissing her on the forehead and resuming the stopwatch.
47 minutes later, I applauded as Jenny handed me the solved puzzle.
“You have no idea how proud of you I am.” I said, making Jenny blush.
“So what now?” She asked.
“We do the Rubik's Cube again and again and again. But before I jumble it up again, how about we take a break. Maybe we could take a walk, go see a movie, or go shopping at the mall, it's your choice honey.” I said.
“Actually, I know what I want to do.” She said with a coy smile on her face. Before I could say anything, Jenny pounced on me.

Jenny and I were panting like a pair of dogs on a hot summer day, with the sheets tangled around us and a thin film of sweat covering our bodies.
“I said it once and I'll say it again: how is it that every time with you is as fantastic as the first?” Jenny gasped.
“I love you so much.” I chuckled. I then held up the scrambled Rubik's Cube.
“When did you scramble it?” She asked with disbelief.
“Oh come on, you weren't exactly watching me like a prison guard. I don't know how you can notice anything while moaning at the top of your lungs with your eyes locked shut.” I teased.
“I don't act like that!” Jenny laughed, playfully smacking me.
“Yes you do! Whenever you're riding me, I always feel like an alien is about to burst out of your chest!” I said, prompting Jenny to playfully smack me again.
She took the Rubik's Cube and instantly began solving it. I could see the level of improvement in her eyes as her skills exceeded her previous try. I just laid beside her, constantly switching my gaze from her to the stopwatch in my hand. An hour and 24 minutes later, Jenny handed me the solved Rubik's Cube. Before I could even congratulate her, Jenny pounced on me again, kissing me wildly.

While we caught our breath after our second fling, Jenny solved the Rubik's Cube for the third time, this time completing it in just under an hour; a phenomenal jump from her earlier tries. To celebrate her progress, we decided to stretch our legs and go out to lunch.

“So what now, more Rubik's Cube solving?” Jenny asked as we stepped back into the motel.
“Yes, but it will be a little more complicate now.” I said as I closed the door behind us.
“What are we going to do?” Jenny asked with excitement. I smiled and reached into one of the plastic bags on the table near the bed, pulling out three more Rubik's Cubes.
“Now that we have your one-hour record as a control, I'm going to train you to solve multiple puzzles at once by using different areas of your brain. And I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to strengthen our mental teamwork...”

Jenny and I were laying on the motel floor with our legs locked together, each doing sit-ups and solving a Rubik's Cube.
“So what is the purpose of this exercise?” Jenny panted as she shifted her Rubik's Cube and laid back down.
“It serves two purposes actually, the first is purely for the workout. Before I teach you how to combine logic and fighting, I need you to be in the best shape possible. The second is stress training. So far you've just solved these things while relaxed, but in order to achieve your potential, I need you to be able to solve this thing while under stress. Military training is built on this principle.” I said while doing sit ups and solving my own puzzle just like her.
“And why are you doing it?” She asked, trying to catch her breath.
“Just to stay in shape.” I shrugged.

“Now what about this exercise?” Jenny asked. We were sitting on the bed and Jenny was taking turns with three Rubik's Cubes. She would shift one, switch to the next, shift it once, move to the third, shift it, and repeat.
“The purpose of this exercise is to teach you how to solve multiple problems at once. Now that you've woken up your mind, we have to work it to it's limits. With three Rubik's Cubes, you have to retain three times the information, plan three different paths at once, and learn to divide your mind into three different processors. If you can not only split and harness your brain, but also strengthen the pieces so that each is almost as powerful as an entirely separate brain, your mental prowess will be augmented by countless magnitudes.
With three Rubik's Cubes, it's like your mind is a human embryo and we're trying to split it up into three pieces that will grow into full triplets. Once you are done, you'll be able process things more than three times faster than with your already enhanced mind.” I said as Jenny switched from puzzle to puzzle, only making a singe move before moving on. She was biting her tongue and had an expression on her face like she was trying to squeeze a Hummer into a tight parking space.

“So what's the purpose of this one?” Jenny asked as she shifted a Rubik's Cube and handed it to me. We were taking turns with a Rubik's Cube, each making a single move and then switching it off to the other.
“The purpose is mental teamwork.” I said, handing it back to her.
“Like I said before, things are going to get dangerous...” Back to me.
“And in order for us to fight and survive...” Back to her.
“We're going to need to be completely in tune...” Back to me.
“And come up with the same plans and strategies... Back to her.
“Without talking.” Back to me.
“We need to be able read each other's thoughts...” Back to her.
“Act like mirror images of each other...” Back to me.
“See the world through each other's eyes...” Back to her.
“And act how the other would or predict how the other would.” I said as she handed it back to me. I made the last movement, completing the puzzle.

For the rest of the afternoon and long into the night, we went through the different exercises. I would work and train alongside Jenny, often combining the exercises. Many times, Jenny would get frustrated and wouldn't be able to do any more. I would stop the training so that we could take a break and clear our heads, then Jenny would dive right back into the training.
At two in the morning, we were both exhausted and desperate to fall asleep. Jenny had blisters on her hands from the edges of the Rubik's Cube, and I could tell that she was really sick of the puzzles.
“Ok honey, one more time, and we're done.” I said calmly as I handed her a jumbled Rubik's Cube.
“Do you promise? Because I'm about ready to stomp on this thing until it's nothing but plastic splinters.” She joked.
“I promise.” I said as I kissed her on the forehead and started the stopwatch. Jenny smiled and looked down at the puzzle. She studied the six sides for thirty seconds and then went to work, moving with incredible speed. 1 minute, 58 seconds, and 38 moves later, she was done.
“Congratulations Jenny, you've almost filled your potential. There is still more training to be done, but you're basically done with the Rubik's Cube.” I applauded. Jenny smiled and gave a wide yawn. Before she could say anything, she fell back and was sound asleep.
“Sleep well my love, you've earned it.”

It was eight in the morning when we stepped into the motel office to pay for our stay.
“Alright kids, that will be about fifty bucks.” The motel owner said as he put out his cigarette. As I pulled out the money, the owner looked to a TV in the corner of the room on a shelf. It was the morning news.
“Oh hold on, I want to hear this.” He said as he turned up the volume. My heart sank when I realized it was a story on the Lance Massacre (named for the weapon supposedly used).
“With the disappearance of the prime suspect and the discovery of his recently-emptied bank account, the FBI has decided to release information on the supposed killer. His name is Adrian Ashford, he is seventeen years old, and he is considered armed and extremely dangerous. He is most likely traveling with his significant other, Jenny Donovan. If anyone has any information on these two, please contact the local police.” The news anchor said as copies of our driver's licenses and school pictures would put up on the screen. In less than a second, the motel owner recognized us from our pictures.
He turned to us with his eyes wide. Before he could reach under the counter and activate the alarm, I leapt over the table and grabbed him by the throat, moving as fast as lightning. I slammed him against the rack of key slots and punched him in the stomach. He fell to his knees and I knocked him out with an elbow to the back of the skull. Jenny stared at me with eyes as wide as the owner's.
“Come on, we have to go. It won't be long until he wakes up and calls the police.” I said as I jumped back over the counter.
Jenny ran out of the office but I stopped. I gave a small smile and reached into my pocket, pulling out one of my darts. I slammed it down onto the counter, lodging the tip in the wood and leaving it standing up. I then wiped the counter with my sleeve and pressed my fingers down on the surface, leaving five perfect fingerprints. I followed Jenny out of the office and we climbed into our car, speeding off the second the engine kicked to life.

“This car is no longer safe now that we've been identified, and just changing the license plates won't be enough. We'll need to steal one.” I said as we slowed down in an empty part of the town. The street we were on was lined with cars, but the sidewalks were completely devoid of people and there were no windows with a view of the road. I looked down the street and saw a car being parallel parked.
“What should we do?” Jenny asked.
“I have an idea. Do you see that guy parking his car over there? We'll take his once he gets out. He'll have the keys on him, which means we won't have to break a window and hotwire another one.” I said. I then reached into the glove compartment and pulled out my swiss army knife.
“Here, take this and take as many license plates as you can from the cars on this street.” I said, handing the knife to Jenny. I looked at her, searching for any traces of fear or distrust in her eyes. As far as I could tell, I could not find any signs of moral disapproval, fear, or uncomfortableness. She was well aware of the situation, and I knew that she had cast aside any shred of worry when she decided to come with me. Jenny nodded with courage in her eyes and we both climbed out of the car after I parked it. Down the road, a middle-aged man climbed out of his car.
As Jenny began removing license plates from parked cars, I snuck up behind the man and pulled out one of my darts. I pulled back the man's head and pressed the tip of the dart against his jugular vein.
“Don't say a word and don't move unless I tell you too. Now raise your hands and get down on your knees. If you fail to do as I say, you will die.” I said calmly.
“Please, take whatever you want, just please don't hurt me.” The terrified man said with his whole body shaking.
“I won't hurt you if you do what I say. Now raise your hands and get down on your knees.” I said again. The man did as he was hold and got down on his knees.
“Now give me your cell phone and your car keys, take them out of your pocket slowly.” I instructed. Again, the man did as he was told and handed me his phone and car keys. I removed the battery from the cell phone and put it in my coat pocket with the car keys with one hand. I gave the cellphone back to the man.
“Now, on the corner of the street is a grey sedan. The doors are unlocked and the keys are hidden in the passenger-side visor. The car is yours; keep it, sell it for a new one, do whatever you want with it. I just need your car in exchange. Repeat that back to me.” I said.
“Grey sedan, unlocked, keys under visor, trade for my car.” He stammered.
“Good.” I said before punching the man in the back of the head with just enough force to knock him out.
Jenny ran over to me with several license plates.
“What did you do?” She asked, looking at the man on the ground.
“Don't worry, I just knocked him out. I gave him our car and took his. I also removed the battery from his cell phone so that after he wakes up, it will take a while for him to call the police. Come on, let's get out of here. Once we're on the highway, we'll stop and change the license plates, then again after a few hours.” I said. I saw a small rush of relief in Jenny's eyes when she heard that the man was unharmed and I had even given him our car.
We got all of out stuff out of our car, climbed into the car we had “traded”, and drove off.

Detectives Mason and Hoffman stepped under the police tape that stretched around the perimeter of the motel. Cop cars and precautionary ambulances surrounded the building, with officers streaming out of the fourth room and the office. One of the forensic investigators walked up to them.
“I'm Detective Mason, and this is my partner Detective Hoffman, FBI.” Mason said as the two agents held up their badges.
“I'm Agent Madison.” She replied, pulling off her rubber gloves and shaking their hands.
“What do we have here?” Hoffman asked.
“The owner of this motel said that he was attacked by the Lance Killer. Apparently, they rented a room from him three days ago and he saw them on the news while they were paying.” Madison said, leading them into the motel office.
“Oh shit, he's gamer.” Hoffman said, spotting the dart lodged in the counter and the five fingerprints glowing under a black-light. Both had numbered evidence tags.
“He's baiting us.” Mason said as he stepped towards the counter, where pictures were being taken from all angles.
“What is the condition of the owner?” Hoffman asked.
“He's fine, just a minor concussion. He was brought to the hospital just a few minutes before you two showed up.” Madison said.
“Wait, he was alive? Were there any lacerations or stab wounds?” Hoffman asked.
“No, just some bruises. Ashford just knocked him out.” Officer Madison replied. Detective Mason stepped behind the counter and moved over to the cash register.
“Don't bother, we already checked it. There were no signs of any money being stolen.” Madison said. Before Hoffman or Mason could say anything, a cop stepped into the office.
“We just received a call from a man saying he was mugged and his car was stolen. But the mugger didn't take his wallet, he just took his car and even left his own for the man to have. The car left behind matches the description of the one owned by Adrian Ashford, and fingerprints inside match his own and the fingerprints of Jenny Donovan.” He said.
“Did the man describe the weapon used?” Mason asked.
“He said that while he didn't actually see it, he felt it against his neck. He described it as being the point of something like a sharpened pencil or a syringe.” The cop said. Hoffman leaned against the wall and sighed.
“This just doesn't make sense.” He said.
“Two attacks, no real injuries, and no money stolen. But on the other hand, we're dealing with a mass-murderer who has left more death and destruction than Jason Voorhees, and he left one of his weapons and five perfect fingerprints just to tease us. We're dealing with a psychopath with morals.” Mason said, taking the same stance.
“Well remember what we read on his file? His teachers said that he prided logic and reason above all else, and only did what was necessary. Maybe he didn't kill these people because he didn't have to.” Hoffman suggested.
“But that doesn't make sense. He's trying to bait us, but leaving these two men -two witnesses- alive raises his chances of being caught. Could it be that maybe he's guilty about his crimes and part of him wants to be caught?”
“I doubt that he would regret his vengeance. Let's look at this another way; he leaves bait but no new victims. He obviously wants attention, but not attention from a new crime. He just wants to keep the trail hot.”
“Which means that the chances of him killing again are extremely low, but he'll still want us to focus on him. That means that while he did kill twenty people, it was for vengeance, and it doesn't make him a serial killer. He wants attention, he wants to be known, but not as a serial killer. But if that's true, then it's quite possible that we're not the true target in his search for attention. This is bait for us, but we could be the real bait. He could be using us as bait for someone else's attention.” Mason said. The forensic investigator that greeted them held up a trashcan.
“We also found some interesting things in their room. There were dirty bandages and used gauze, most likely from the girl. But we also found bloody towels and a half-empty medical kit. It seems they stopped here to rest and recover. But that wasn't the only thing they did...” She said, reaching into the trash and holding up several plastic cases for Rubik's Cubes and one for a stopwatch.
“Why would anyone need four Rubik's Cubes?” Hoffman asked, looking in the trashcan.
“It's obvious that those two were doing something in there, and I think I know what.” Mason said. Hoffman and Madison looked at him.
“It seems that Jenny Donovan isn't just Adrian Ashford's girlfriend. I think she's also become his apprentice.”

The sun was setting as we drove down the highway. Jenny was leaning against me with her head on my shoulder.
“So what's the plan? Where are we going now?” She asked.
“To Las Vegas.” I said with a smile.
“Vegas?! What are going to do there?!” Jenny asked with shock.
“We have just under a million dollars, but it is essential that we have a lot more. Plus, Vegas is basically the portal to the underworld, the economy that the world doesn't know exists. I plan on leaving a few business cards in the closed-door stock market.” I said as we drove off into the sunset.

Part 6:

It had been three days since we left the motel, and our injuries were fully healed. We had stopped off in Illinois so that I could finish training Jenny. We were alone in the wilderness, far away from any road, house, or even a hiking trail. We were completely alone, and with plenty of camping gear and supplies in the car, we were ready to spend a long time by ourselves. We had just finished removing our bandages and stitches and were stretching in the sunlight. The scar above Jenny’s temple that had at one time been a large gash was now but a faint line, and all of my muscles had recuperated from my bruises and bullet wounds.
Ever since we left the motel, I had continued to train Jenny in the car. As I drove, Jenny would solve Rubik’s Cubes blindfolded so that she would have to work from pure memory, solve math problems that I would give her, come up with solutions to hypothetical situations, and play chess with me without a chess set. Like solving the Rubik’s Cube while blindfolded, playing chess without a set required near-flawless memory, with both of us having to remember where every piece was without being able to see them, and still come up with strategies. I would beat her every time, but she loved the challenge and constantly wanted to go for another round. By the time we reached the state park, her IQ level was nearly 190 and she could keep her entire mind active without having to be put into a trance.
“Ok, our injuries have fully healed so it’s time to resume our training. You’ve learned how to use your senses to their full potential and think with the same efficiency and power as a supercomputer. Now that our bodies are in prime condition, we can begin the next part of the training; pain tolerance, harnessing the full strength of your muscles, and logical fighting. We’re going to spend a month out here working nonstop.” I said as I cracked my knuckles and made sure for the hundredth time that we were alone. Jenny gained a small smile on her face.
“Adrian, the night our parents were killed, I got to the warehouse when you were halfway through slaying Ben and his followers. Adrian, what I saw left me breathless. I looked past the blood, gore, and killing intent, and I watched the way you moved. It was one of the most incredible things I had ever seen; it was like art in motion. Are you saying that you’re going to teach me that?” She asked with her voice soft but filled with excitement. I gained a confident smile.
“In reality, there is not much to teach. You will learn how to achieve the required discipline, but that is all. Now I must warn you, this part of the training will be incredibly dangerous, and often painful. I would die before causing you harm, but if you want to gain ultimate control over your body you must be willing to take a lot of pain. I cannot teach you this discipline without being very harsh and strict.” I warned. Jenny straightened her posture and her expression was one of stony confidence.
“I want to learn Adrian, please teach me.” She said.
“Very well. The first step to this is learning to activate your body’s adrenal glands on demand. Let’s take a seat.” I said as I pulled out a blanket and laid it out on the ground. We both sat down on the blanket it meditative positions.
“I just need a minute…” I said as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
In my mind, I was preparing myself for the mental strain I would receive by being Jenny’s teacher. I would have to be cold and harsh in order to teach her, I would have to become the machine that I had forsaken to be with her. This would be the ultimate test for our relationship and our wills. I would have to face guilt for what I would put Jenny through and do what must be done, and Jenny would have to accept great pain and keep coming back. I took another deep breath and opened my eyes. They had gained an icy hue, and when I spoke, my voice had a cold metallic sting for the first time since Jenny and I were first intimate.
“Before we begin, I must warn you; this will be one of the harshest times of your life. If we are going to proceed, then our roles must change. I won’t be your lover and boyfriend; I’ll be your teacher and master. You won’t be my lover and girlfriend; you’ll be my student and apprentice. If we are going to proceed, you must seal your heart and commit to this 100%. If you do not finish the training, not only will it be a complete failure, but also the rift that the training created will never close, and we will inevitably split apart.
During this training, I will say things that will make you hate me, I will do things that will make you fear me, and your view of me will never be the same. To be honest, I am completely terrified, because this training could end our relationship. You are all that I have in this world Jenny, you are why I started this journey and you are why I am still alive. If our relationship ends, so will my life. I am putting my existence in your hands, and it is yours to do with as you wish.” I said with my voice shaking. Jenny stared at me wide-eyed then looked away, with her eyes filled with sadness, confidence, fear, determination, hesitance, and love. Finally, she looked into my eyes with her emotions calm.
“I am ready, Master.” She said confidently. I took a deep breath, mentally bracing myself.
“Ok, first thing I need you to do is close your eyes, and without moving your limbs or head, raise your heart rate with pure will.” I said. Jenny did as she was told, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. I placed my hand on her chest and counted her heartbeats. She was barely able to raise it all, even after five minute. In order for her to succeed, I would need to push her and be as harsh as was required.
“Come on, get it right! Are you so pathetic that you can’t even control your heart rate?!” I barked. Jenny quivered at the tone of my voice, but after only a second, she regained control, reminding herself that I had warned her about this and it was to be expected. But even after yelling at her, her heart rate had barely risen.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! It’s not that hard to figure out! I knew you weren’t ready for this, I don’t even know why I took you with me!” I yelled, hating myself for every word.
Jenny’s heart rate rose only a little bit, but her body was compensating to restore balance. Gritting my teeth, I worked up the courage to take drastic measures. I slapped her across the face, filling my whole body with pain from self-loathing. Jenny opened her eyes and stared at me with disbelief. A tear rolled down her red cheek, but the confidence in her eyes was quickly relit. She bit her lip and began taking quick breaths. I looked down and could see her flexing her stomach muscles and working her diaphragm, forcing stress on her body to accelerate her heart rate.
“Good, but not good enough. You need to do it without having to rely on your muscles. You went through all of that mental training and you still can’t control your body?!” I yelled.
Jenny opened her eyes and gritted her teeth, glaring at me with her eyes filled with a burning passion. They were filled with a desire to succeed and surpass instead of just anger at my training methods or me. She held absolutely no anger; just determination to show that she was strong.
She closed her eyes and retook her regular breathing. I could feel her muscles relax and her lungs return to their regular pace, but her heart continued to beat an accelerated rate.
“Come on, faster! If you’ve gotten this far, then you can go even farther!” I said, infusing my commands with positive reinforcement. With my hand on Jenny’s chest, I could feel her heart rate skyrocket. She was doing it; she was accelerating her heart with pure will.
“Ok, now stand up.” I said as I got to my feet. Jenny did as she was told and stood up.
“With your heart now pumping at full strength, come at me and attack.” I ordered.
“What?” Jenny asked, seeking confirmation.
“Do it!” I barked.
Jenny shook her head from side to side as if trying to cast away grogginess and charged towards me with her fist pulled back. She reached out to punch me but I deflected her attack with ease. I retaliated with the back of my hand and struck her cheek. She staggered back, dizzy and fighting back tears from the stinging bruise.
“Come on, again!” I ordered.
Jenny took a deep breath and charged forward with her fist pulled back. But just when she was about to punch me, she jumped to the side and pounced, attacking from my right flank. As she sent her fist rocketing towards me, I quickly spun around, defecting her attack with the completed rotation. As I knocked her fist out of the way, I reached out and slammed my palm against her forehead with as much force as a thrown basketball. Jenny was knocked back, nearly falling to the ground.
“I love you Jenny and I’m holding back as much as I can, but you need to put some effort into this!” I yelled.
At my words, Jenny glared at me with that same passionate determination as before and charged towards me for the third time. Like the second attempt, she attacked from the side, but this time from the left. Again I deflected her attack and reached out to slam her in the forehead with my palm. But before my hand could make contact, she dodged my counter attack and reached out to punch me with her left hand. I caught her fist, put my hand on her stomach, and shoved her back, ending the exchange.
“When I reached out with my palm, it seemed slower than before, didn’t it?” I asked with a small smile.
“Yes, your whole body seemed to be moving in slow motion.” She panted, still glaring at me with her guard up.
“That was the adrenalin. Along with increasing your strength, it enhances your reflexes to near-superhuman levels. I activated my adrenal glands when I stood up, so you were as slow as a snail almost the whole time. If you can work yourself up with pure will and not with stress on your body, then you can activate your adrenal glands without straining yourself. Once you learn to combine adrenalin with enlightenment, you’ll be faster and stronger than any other human.
Now slow your heart down and let’s try this again.” I said with my smile growing and filling with pride.
Jenny gained the same smile and nodded. She straightened her posture and took deep breaths. I walked over and placed my hand on her chest, waiting for it to reach normal levels.
“I had you raise your heart rate so that you could learn to charge up your body without moving around, now I need you to do the same thing but without raising your heart rate. If you can activate your adrenal glands without raising your heart rate, it will mean you’re learning to separate your body from your brain, while still being able to control it.” I said as I wrapped something around Jenny’s wrist. She looked down, realizing it was a heart monitor.
“I have it set so that the alarm will go off if your heart rate reaches the point where you automatically start producing adrenalin. Now, try to activate your adrenal glands without raising your heart rate and attack me. I’m sure you know the cliché phrase about being able to smell fear; well it’s the fight-or-flight chemicals that your body produces that create an odor. With my enhanced senses, I’ll be able to smell the adrenalin your body will produce.
Now, begin!” I said.
For the next several hours, Jenny attacked me over and over. She would stand like a statue, then charged towards me from out the blue. With every attempt, her heart monitor would go off before she would attack, or she would attack without having willingly produced adrenalin. With every failed attack, I would knock her back and order her to try again. The whole time, the only thing Jenny would say was either “hold on” or “I think I’m getting the hang of it”. The closest she would come to complaining was just drinking from her water bottle.
By five in the afternoon, Jenny was covered in bruises and gasping for air. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture. After her heart returned to its normal rhythm and her adrenalin wore off, she recharged her body, trying to activate her adrenal glands but not excite her heart.
Finally, she bolted forward with her fist pulled back. I could smell adrenalin rushing through her, but her heart monitor wasn’t beeping.
‘She’s done it.’ I thought to myself, barely having enough time to dodge her punch,
“Good, you’ve learned how to activate your adrenal glands without exciting your heart. Had we begun this training before you learned to use your whole brain, it would have taken you weeks instead of hours to achieve. Now I want you to practice with it, and try to hone your skills until you can flood your body with adrenalin at a moment’s notice. If you’re in a bar and a gunfight breaks out, I want you to be able to fully charge yourself before the first magazine can be emptied.
If you can perfect that skill, then you can augment your physical abilities at will, along with your mental abilities.” I said.
Jenny nodded and sat down in a meditative position. As she practiced activating her adrenal glands, I went to work setting up our camping gear. I pitched the tent, got a campfire going, and started making an early dinner. I doubted Jenny would be able to keep from passing out before sunset.
Dinner was ready as the sun approached the horizon, and Jenny gave a sigh of relief when I told her we were done for the day. We sat in camp chairs on opposite sides of the fire, not saying a word. Jenny was eating with gusto, but I was barely touching my food.
“I’m sorry I had to slap you.” I said softly. Jenny looked up at me and her eyes were filled with sadness.
“Don’t be. Adrian, you told me that this would be one of the most difficult times of my life. You told me to seal my heart because you would not be able to be the man I love while you were training me.” She said softly. Then, to my surprise, she gave the slightest of laughs.
“But I knew you were finding it impossible to not be the man I love. I could feel your pain and self-loathing every second. Ever since we started, I was worried you would put so much strain on yourself that you would start coughing blood.
Adrian, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m not the weak little high school popular girl I used to be! Being with you has made me strong, and I’m going to show you how strong I’ve become.” She said reassuringly. I smiled and gave a sigh of relief.
“Then it seems much of my warning was unneeded. If you really can handle it, this training isn’t going to be as bad as I first thought. Alright, let’s finish eating and get to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day.” I said.

For the rest of the month, we trained nonstop. I worked right alongside Jenny, strengthening every muscle in my body and making sure that all of my abilities were still razor-sharp. I was teaching Jenny how to use her body more affectively and efficiently, block pain, use her muscles to their full strength, and fight like a machine.
Every meal was rich is fat, glucose, carbs, protein, fiber, and vitamins to restore the energy we were pouring out every second. Early in the month, I drove to a nearby town and bought some metal-forging tools. Using my skills at metal work, I had Jenny help me create more darts so that she could practice using them and my lance.

I sprinted through the woods with Jenny desperately trying to keep up. We were going for a morning run before breakfast, but we were also training. I was running with a crouch, while Jenny was running with a regular jogging posture. My legs were moving faster and harder than hers, but touching the ground less often.
“Don’t lean back when you run, lean forward as far as you can. Combine running with falling and use your own momentum. If you can use physics to your advantage, then you can double your speed with less effort.” I said, barely out of breath. Panting with exhaustion, Jenny did as instructed and leaned forward, running as if she was carrying something large and heavy and she was trying to catch it as it fell.
“Good, now don’t use the soles of your feet for running, use your toes and the muscles around them. It will allow you to use more of the tendons in your legs instead of the ones you use when you run like a jogger. If you can distribute the force to more tendons, then you can lessen the strain on them and increase your potential.
Scientists believe that humans can’t reach thirty miles per hour without their tendons snapping, but if you can distribute the amount of strain you put on your tendons and combine it with the ability to use the full strength of your muscles, then you can reach forty miles per hour without side affects.
When you run, don’t use your legs like wheels that must touch the ground as often as possible. Instead, turn each step into a leap and combine it with your falling momentum. It will allow you to touch the ground less and use less energy, but move with greater speed.
Keep your arms to your sides or your back, using your arms when you run is just wasted energy. This also allow you to move through the air easier, working with your low posture to make you more aerodynamic.” I said.
Following my instructions, Jenny used the described form and her speed was increased until she was running as fast as I was. I looked at her with a proud smile, seeing that she was running with less effort and less strain on her body.
“Good, we’ve already proven those scientists wrong. Now let me show you what you can achieve once you learn to use the full strength of your muscles.” I said. I took a deep breath and increased my speed, shooting off ahead with Jenny staring in disbelief.

Jenny and I were hanging from a tree branch, each doing chin ups. Jenny was gritting her teeth and cursing with each one, but I was fine.
“The pain you are feeling is all in your head. Your muscles aren’t using anything close to their full strength, you just think they are because your at the limit of the strength you’ve used your whole life. If you can block out the pain, then you can order your muscles to continue without any backlash.” I said.
Jenny brought her chin up to the branch, gnashing her teeth in frustration.
“Your mind has never been more powerful than it is now, you have never been in more control than you are now, and you have never been farther than you are now! Your body belongs to you, you control what you feel and the pain you experience.” I said as Jenny hung from the branch, trying to catch her breath.
“I know you can do it Jenny, it’s why I decided to train you. Half of reality is what happens, and the other half is what you want to happen. In your own body, you are god; it’s why the placebo affect works so well. Come on, ultimate control is in your reach, just pull yourself up and grab it!” I yelled, trying to fire her up. Jenny’s whole body shook as she tried to pull herself up, but her body was telling her that it was at its limit and she believed it.
“Don’t listen to your body, listen to your heart! In your body, your will transcends the physical laws. In your body, you have ultimate control. Listen to me and repeat this in your mind,
If you can stand then you shall never fall!
If you can endure then you shall never die!
If you can fight then you shall never fail!
If you can charge then you shall never fear!
Now pull yourself up and show your strength!” I yelled.
Gritting her teeth, Jenny slowly pulled herself up, and as her chin was brought above the branch, I almost heard the chime of a bell. Jenny’s eyes widened and she gasped. She had done it; she had learned to block out her pain. Now she could unleash the full strength of her muscles without being slowed down by pain that wasn’t even real.
Jenny lowered herself down and pulled herself back up, moving with new speed and without any effort. She had a wide smile on her face as she realized her accomplishment. I smiled and we continued our chin-ups, strengthening our muscles for over two hours without nonexistent pain slowing us down.

“Martial arts are based on fighting with memorized stances, moves, and attack. However, my fighting style requires little more than speed, instinct, and logic. By using adrenalin to enhance my reflexes and give me more time to process, I take advantage of openings that my enemy creates and attack with simple or complicated strikes.
The only established form in my style is the principle of counterattack, meaning that I never attack my enemy; I wait for them to come to me. When someone attacks me, the number of openings they create is baffling; pressure points, vital areas, vulnerable joints, and so on.
When you first attacked me and tried to punch me, I had the time and the opportunity to dodge and then strike the pressure point in your elbow, jab your eyes, catch your fist and twist your arm, slam your throat, knee you in the stomach, or even snap your neck. Had you been a real enemy, I could have killed you before you would have time to send a second punch.
To summarize, my fighting style is about using enhanced reflexes and logic to identify openings my enemy creates when they attack, and then counterattacking, with those openings as my target.
Now, I’m going to come at you the way a regular person would and I want you to fight. But the second you begin your counterattack, I’ll begin really fighting, mostly for my own safety.” I said. The last part gave Jenny a confident smile.
I gave her a moment to activate her adrenal glands without activating her heart monitor and then attacked. I charged forward and reached out to punch her, the same way a regular person would. With adrenalin and her already-heightened senses giving her incredible speed and reflexes, Jenny deflected my punch with the back of her hand and reached out to slam her hand against my throat.
I quickly stepped to the side, grabbed her wrist, and tried to twist her arm back. Jenny purposefully fell and then lashed out with her foot to kick me. I blocked her kick and let go of her wrist as she gave a second attempt. I stepped back as she quickly got to her feet and charged with her fist pulled back.
Jenny jumped into the air with her fist rocketing towards my face. I caught her hand, but barely had time to block as she tried to slam her knee into my ribs. The punch had merely been a distraction. I blocked her attacks and then shoved her in the stomach, sending her sprawling back and knocking the wind from her. I charged forward and tried to kick her, taking advantage of her curled posture.
Jenny blocked my kick and then slammed her fist against my knee, striking both the joint and pressure point. I bent my knee to lessen the impact and smiled with pride. Jenny then reached up with her fist and tried to punch me in the jaw. I fell back to dodge and rolled onto my feet, catching her fist as she tried to punch me while I was distracted.
“Good, you were able to spot and use every opening I gave you. In less than a month, you’ve gained the basics of the training. We only have a few more days here, and all you have to do is master what I have taught you. That will be enough for today. Let’s eat and rest up for tomorrow.” I said as the sun began to set.

It was our last day in the woods and Jenny’s training was complete. Her body and mind were honed to their full potential and she stood before me as more than a human. Every ounce of fat had been burned and every muscle had been worked until it was at full strength, but with her body still retaining its voluptuous but slender womanly figure and without being as stocky and inflated as a female body-builder.
Jenny and I both had wide smiles on our faces. Jenny was giddy with excitement and I was filled with pride. In my hand was congratulatory gift, wrapped in fabric.
“Jenny, I am more proud of you than you could possibly imagine. By completing your training, you have transcended common limitations and have become more goddess than human. I am no longer your teacher; I am once again just the man you love and the man that loves you. For completing the training, I have a graduation gift for you…” I said as I held up the object. I pulled away the fabric, revealing a lance, just like my own. Jenny was breathless as she stared at it.
“I created this when I had you work by yourself. It is created with the same materials and skill as my own, it is just as powerful, and like mine it shall stand the test of time. The only difference is that I created this one with my heart.” I said as I handed it to her.
Jenny took the lance with shaky hands, admired everything from the perfectly straight slope, to the needle-sharp point, to the grooves in the handle. She raised it above her head, watching how it caught the light. She then brought it down and was silent for several seconds.
“You’ve practiced with the darts and with my lance, so I know you are proficient with these weapons. And I think I know a good way to test it out and test you’re new abilities.” I said. I became silent when I saw that Jenny couldn’t meet my gaze.
“You know, there were countless times when I just wanted to yell at you to back off and leave me alone. There were times when I was so angry that I wanted to kick you between the legs and drive away, leaving you here. I was angry because I thought you were being a lot harsher than you needed to be and I wanted you to show some compassion.
But every time, right when I was about to yell, I would think about the training and I would remember that you went through it too. The only difference was that you had to torture yourself to become the man you are because you were alone. You had to discard your emotions and your humanity, and become coldhearted and forlorn.
Back before we were first intimate, you talked about how you were more than human and wanted to transcend your limitations. I could tell in your voice that while you admired yourself, you did not love yourself, you even hated yourself because you weren’t happy. Your nature could only let you be melancholic, and you were so desperate to leave the realm of humans because you wanted to be happy. You wanted to be in a place where you belonged but were still an individual. You hated yourself for any weakness you had.
And when I imagined what you probably did to yourself as a result of this self-loathing and your desperation to break free from your own existence… I would have to fight the urge to cry. If I were to see you do these things to yourself now, I would not be able to bear it.” She said as a single tear rolled down her cheek. My whole body felt cold at her words, because they were absolutely true. Then Jenny gained a sad smile and even gave a soft laugh.
“Compared to what you probably did to yourself, my training was practically babying. I imagine it would have even been easier if you had been kind to yourself, and learned about what it meant to be merciful.
Adrian, I understand now, I understand what you went through. Only through my pain could I understand your pain.” She said. She then walked over to me and placed her hand on my chest.
“I’m glad you’re not in pain anymore. I’m just sorry I couldn’t help you sooner.” I whispered.

We sat parked in front of a biker bar. It was the middle of the night, but the building was dimly lit. We had just bought several Kevlar vests at a local pawnshop, and like how I had protected myself to fight Ben and his gang, the vests had been cut up, reinforced with metal plates, and then wrapped around Jenny’s limbs underneath her clothes. We were both protected with reinforced hidden under our clothes, were wearing long black coats, and had our lances hidden in our sleeves.
“I did some research on this community when I went out to get supplies and gear, and this biker bar is the hangout of some serious criminals; killers, rapists, drug-sellers, etc. For your ultimate test, you are going to help me clear this building of vermin. I need to know Jenny, are you ready for this? This will be much different than your training; you will be killing people and your life will be on the line. Are you ready for this?” I asked sternly.
Jenny stared at me for several seconds with a tinge of sadness in her eyes. Finally, she leaned forward and kissed me, as softly as a falling leaf.
“After we left our old lives behind, I told you that I would kill for you and I would die for you. That hasn’t changed Adrian, and it never will.” She whispered in my ear.
“I love you Jenny.” I said as I kissed her on the forehead.
We stepped out of the car and walked across the street towards the pool hall, making sure our lances wouldn’t fall out of our sleeves unless we wanted them to. We stepped into the dank building and instantly memorized our surroundings. There were six pool tables, several eating tables, a bar, and fifteen men. Thick clouds of cigarette and cigar smoke stifled the light from the lamps above the pool tables. All of the bikers turned to us.
“Hey, what the fuck do you want?!” A fat man yelled, pointing his pool cue at us. Two men approached us from the left and right.
Simultaneously, Jenny and I released our lances, letting them slide into our hands. We both lashed out like mirror images of each other, slashing the two men from shoulder to hip. Our strength more than made up for the lack of blades on the weapons, carving our enemies open and ripping apart their rib cages. Everyone in the bar stared at us with disbelief, but quickly retaliated as the bodies hit the floor.
As they all pulled out their guns, Jenny and I flipped two pool tables onto their short sides, turning them into towering barriers. We crouched down behind our shields as the bullets began flying, tearing through the wood and fabric. I looked at Jenny and we both nodded. With every movement as the mirror image of the other, we planted our lances into the floor, reached into our pockets, and stepped out from behind our barriers with darts in our hands.
We unleashed a barrage of the deadly spikes on the bikers, stabbing them in the limbs and chests. Many of them dropped their weapons, howling in pain from their injuries. With our enemies distracted by their wounds, Jenny and I retrieved our weapons and charged into the midst.
We moved between them like wraiths, slashing and stabbing them with inhuman speed. By using our superior speed and the dim lighting, we were able to keep the bikers from getting a lock on us to fire their guns.
I charged towards the fat man that had yelled at us when we entered. He had a dart lodged in his protruding gut and shoulder, and his gun was empty. He raised his pool cue and brought it down towards me like a hammer. I blocked the attack with my hand, shattering the cue as if it were made of Styrofoam. I jumped into the air, and before the biker could retaliate, I stabbed him between the throat and ribcage, between the collarbones.
I landed on the ground and a bullet winged my shoulder, having been deflected by the reinforced Kevlar under my shirt. I turned around as the shooter tried to load another magazine into his pistol. I pulled a dart out of my pocket and threw it, sending it flying across the room and lodging it in the center of his chest, piercing his heart.
An unharmed biker charged towards me, holding a pool cue like a baseball bat. He swung from the right side and I blocked with my lance. I reached out and stabbed him in the gut, using only my fingers and strength to piercing his flesh and tearing apart his entrails. He gagged in pain and coughed up blood. I pulled my hand free, grabbed my lance, and then stabbed him through the jaw with the tip breaking out of the top of his skull.
I quickly turned around as a biker tried to stab me with a knife. I jumped back and slashed him across the chest, tearing open his ribcage and shredding his lungs. I turned my attention to Jenny to she how she was doing.
Jenny was a black and yellow blur as she moved through the bar, slashing and stabbing everyone in her path. She was as skilled with her lance as I was with mine, and she didn’t hesitate once. Her eyes held no sadness or remorse, just dedication and confidence.
In less then a minute, it was over. Fourteen of the fifteen bikers were dead, only because I wanted to leave one alive to tell the police what happened. As the survivor ran away, Jenny and I retrieved all of our darts and took all of the cash we could find. We stood in the middle of the room, staring at each other with small but warm smiles on our faces.
“I said it once and I’ll say it again; I am more proud of you than you could possibly imagine.” I said.
“That means more to me than you could possibly imagine.” Jenny replied, both sincerely and jokingly.
“Come on darling, let’s go.” I said as I stuff a wad of hundred-dollar bills in one pocket and my retrieved darts in the other. I wrapped my arm around Jenny and we made our way towards the exit, but halfway, I stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Jenny asked.
“I just forgot something.” I said as I pulled out a dart. I walked to the middle of the room and planted the dart in the center of one of the pool tables.
“I just wanted to leave our calling card.” I said, causing Jenny to laugh. We walked back out to our car and drove away, with sirens in the distance growing in volume.

“Holy fuck.” Hoffman said, taking off his glasses.
“This… this isn’t just state news… this is national stuff.” Mason said, constantly raising his arms and then dropping them.
The two FBI agents had been flown in the second they got the details, and they were trying to process the gory scene before them. The air was thick with flies, gorging themselves on blood and dead flesh. Forensic investigators were taking hundreds of photographs and putting down evidence tags.
“It’s like Rwanda in here! This is borderline genocide!” Hoffman yelled, taking it all in.
“The guy who called the police was one of the bikers here. He said that Adrian let him go to “tell the world what he just saw”. He also said that he wasn’t alone, a pretty blond girl was with him and killed just as many of the guy’s friends as Adrian did. It seems that Jenny Donovan really did become his apprentice. She’s become just like him, even in the way she kills.” Mason said while taking a close look at the dart lodged in the pool table.
“Jenny has become a lost cause, there is no way she’ll leave him now. And we need to consider her just as dangerous. Like you said, this will be on the national news. The public needs to know what we’re dealing with. So far, he’s just attacked law-breakers and criminals, but we assume that he’ll stick to that pattern. If he turns his attention to innocent people… the death count would be on par with a natural disaster.
I don’t care if this guy sees himself as a vigilante; we have to stop him before he becomes Charlie –fucking- Manson!” Hoffman said as he took a close look at one of the victims’ stab wounds. The circular hole was so clean and perfect that a surgeon couldn’t match the skill with an industrial laser.
“You’re right, we have to call this in. They’re going on the Top Ten Most Wanted list.”

We sped down the highway as fast as we wanted, only slowing down when we saw a place where a police officer could be hiding. We were traveling again and we both felt more alive than ever before. We had traded our car for a convertible, so that we could feel the sunlight and breathe the fresh air. The radio was cranked up as loud as it could go and we were both savoring the freedom of the open road.
The plan was to get to Vegas, get some more cash, and gain a reputation to get the attention of some specific people. But while that was the plan, it didn’t mean we were going straight to Vegas. We were on our own, had almost a million dollars, a car, and the freedom to go anywhere. We wanted to take a vacation, to celebrate the completed training and our freedom. We could do whatever we wanted and we had all the time in the world. We wanted to enjoy our youth and live life to it’s fullest. We each got several fake IDs, a couple credit cards that put charges on accounts that didn’t exist, and dozens of alternate license plates to avoid being caught while we enjoyed ourselves.
We traveled across the country, visiting the national parks, touring the cities, taking some stupid cliché pictures, and often having to flee from the cops. Every once in a while, we would slay a room of criminals or gangsters, take their cash, and flee with the cops behind us and a path of destruction in our wake. But even when the authorities showed up to rain on our parade, being together and independent made it the most fun we had ever had.
After several months of traveling, we decided we wanted get back to the plan, and that meant finally heading to Vegas. With the roof down and the radio playing on our favorite station at full volume, we sped down the desert highway, happy and in love.

The sights and sounds of the Vegas Strip were breathtaking, and we constantly shifted our gaze to every flashing light and neon sign in view. We were like two cats following the dots of laser pointers. Jenny had a digital camera and was taking pictures of all of the incredible buildings and displays, form the Stratosphere to Caesar’s Palace
“We’ve arrived baby.” I said as Jenny leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

We left our car in the designated parking area, and dressed to impress, we stepped into the Bellagio Hotel. I was wearing a red button-done shirt and black pants, my hair was combed back, and on my wrist was a Rolex watch. Jenny was wearing a casual yet stunning blue dress, was walking in very sexy high heals, and she had just had her hair done at a nearby salon. Not one cent used to buy it all had come from my original million bucks; it was all money we had taken from dead criminals.
With a bellhop carrying our luggage, we made our way through the lobby, admiring the glass flowers that covered the ceiling. I walked up to the front desk with my credit card in hand and my corresponding fake ID ready to go with it.
“How may I help you?” The woman behind the desk asked.
“We’d like to rent one of the guest suites, top floor if it’s not too much to ask.” I said suavely. Jenny was standing beside me, clinging to my arm and wearing a beautiful smile.
The woman looked at Jenny and I with distrust, knowing that we weren’t even eighteen. But that wasn’t to say our fancy clothes weren’t making us believable.
“We can only offer rooms to legal adults, may I please sea some ID?” She asked politely as possible.
“Of course.” I said, pulling out my wallet and taking out the fake ID. Jenny did the same, taking her own ID out of a very expensive handbag. We handed the woman the IDs and she studied them closely.
I wasn’t worried about the IDs or the credit cards, because we had bought them from a very skilled forger, one who we had received many recommendations for after doing a little research. They had worked flawlessly since we got them, and we had plenty of backups. Money well spent indeed.
“Welcome to the Bellagio, Mr. Templar and Ms. Porter.” The woman finally said with a wide smile.
“Actually, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Templar. We’re on our honeymoon.” I said, unable to resist. Jenny elbowed me in the ribs ever so softly.
“Oh, congratulations! Here, this is your key to the Honeymoon Suite. It’s on the top floor, as per request.” She said, handing back our IDs, the credit card, and giving us the keycard to our room.
“Enjoy your stay at the Bellagio!” She said cheerfully.
“Thank you.” I replied as Jenny, the bellhop, and I walked away. Jenny and I stepped into the elevator with the bellhop taking the next one. The instant the doors were closed, Jenny turned to me.
“We’re on our honeymoon?” She laughed.
“I couldn’t resist, being in this city makes me feel like George Clooney.” I joked, giving Jenny another laugh.
The elevator opened up at the top floor and we stepped out, with the bellhop coming out of the second elevator with our luggage. Our luggage bags were built with security in mind, having both a combination lock and tear-proof frame, making sure that no one could break into them. We walked down the well-lit hallway, eventually coming to the honeymoon suite with our room number.
I opened up the door with the keycard and we stepped inside. I gave the bellhop ten bucks and he left us with our luggage. We carried in the luggage and turned on the lights, gasping as we looked at the illuminated room.
We were facing a living room with several white relaxation chairs, two large velvet couches, a granite coffee table without a single ring or mark, a large flat-screen TV against the wall, beautiful art along the walls, and vases filled with different flowers and incense. We moved through the living room and into the dining room, where there was a long rosewood table with six chairs and ornate silverware, dishes, folded napkins, and silver candleholders. We stepped into the bedroom, which held a king-sized bed with the softest sheets I had ever touched, two oak bedside tables, two reclining chairs, and a flat screen TV. The bathroom walls, floor, and sink counter were made of flawless pearl marble, it had a heart-shaped hot tub surrounded by different soaps, oils, and flowers, the shower had several spouts on the ceiling and on the walls, and the toilet looked like it had never been used. The bedroom, the dining room, and the living room all had a vast window view of the Vegas Strip, with large curtains for privacy.
Jenny and I walked around the bedroom in circles, unable to believe our eyes. Neither of us had ever been to a place so… fancy. Suddenly, Jenny turned to me and jumped up into my arms with a squealing laugh. I laughed as well as I fell onto the tempurpedic bed with Jenny on top of me, kissing me passionately. She rolled off me and we both lied on our backs, staring at the ceiling.
“This is so incredible.” Jenny gasped.
“I know.” I said, then turning to her.
“But it wouldn’t be nearly as incredible without you.” I said.

I stood by the bedroom window, looking out over the Vegas Strip and the Bellagio fountains down bellow. I smiled as Jenny walked over to me, holding two glasses of Champaign. With our fake IDs, we had experimented with alcohol often, but this was the first time we had Champaign. I took one of the glasses and drank lightly, savoring the bittersweet taste. Jenny looked absolutely gorgeous with the light of the Vegas Strip illuminating her beautiful face.
“Cheers.” She said, clinking her glass against mine.
“I have a special celebratory gift for you.” Jenny said coyly.
“What, for getting to Vegas?” I asked.
“No, for… oh don’t tell me! Whether it’s a genius or an idiot, all men are the same! You don’t have a sense of romance!” Jenny laughed. She then pressed herself against me and kissed me on the lips.
“It was exactly one year ago that we were first intimate. It’s the one-year anniversary of the first time we made love.” She cooed. I smiled and kissed her.
“And as I said, I have a special celebratory gift for you. Since this is our one-year anniversary, I decided that I want to try a few knew things.” She said, taking my glass from me.
She then put her hands on my chest and slowly pushed me over to the bed. We both laid down, kissing each other and ripping off each other’s clothes. I was on my back and Jenny was straddling me, smiling sweetly.
“So what did you have in mind?” I asked, running my hands over her smooth body.
“You’ll see. Just lay back and relax baby, I’m going to take care of you.” She said slyly as she leaned forward and kissed me.
On her hands and knees, Jenny kissed me over and over again, licking the inside of my mouth. She had one hand wrapped around the shaft of my erect phallus, and was stroking it to full-size as she tenderly kissed me. Her lips then separated from mine and she moved down, kissing my bare chest. She continued to move down, and just as I was about to ask what she was going to do, I jerked as her lips wrapped around my cock.
Jenny had my whole manhood in her mouth and was sucking on it both gently and hungrily. I can’t put into the words the incredible feeling of her tongue, lips, and cheeks massaging every millimeter of my cock, soaking it in saliva. She would even playfully bite down ever so slightly, gently pressing down on the shaft with her teeth. As her head bobbed up and down, Jenny’s eyes kept flicking up to me, and she would smile as she saw the affect of her work. I knew that Jenny had never even been on a date with a guy before me, so there was no way that she had ever done oral before. But for a girl doing it for her first time, she was fantastic.
After several minutes, Jenny sat up and straddled my lap.
“You’re going to love this, but it will take me some time to get used to it. Just be patient with me.” She said, squeezing my shoulders. I was silent with a stony expression on face as she gripped my manhood and guided it to her asshole.
“Stop.” I finally said before entering. Jenny stared at me with surprise. She climbed off me and I sat up, facing away from her.
“I don’t want to do that.” I said dryly and with a hint of sadness. Behind me, Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned on me, with her breasts pressed against my back.
“What’s wrong?” She whispered tenderly in my ear.
“When we do stuff like that… I can’t feel you.
I was never comfortable with the idea of oral and anal sex, because it left the realm of making love and just became sex. I want us to be intimate for the emotional bliss, not the physical feeling. I don’t want us to just have meaningless sex like a pair of horny idiots. I want us to be intimate in way that has emotional individuality, but if we focus more on the physical feeling than the emotional connection, then we become just like everybody else and lose who we are.” I said softly.
Jenny pressed her cheek against the back of my neck, and he gently rocked back and forth, sitting in silence.
“Should we just go to sleep?” She asked. I could hear the sadness and disappointment in her voice, and it made my heart ache.
“No, it’s still our anniversary.” I said I then turned to her and placed my hand on her cheek.
“You said that you wanted to try something new, well I have an idea…” I said.

The bathroom was filled steam as we stood in the shower, kissing passionately and enjoying the feeling of the hot water running down our bodies. As we kissed, Jenny moved her hands from my chest, to my shoulders, and finally to the back of my neck, sending me the signal that she was ready. Holding her close, I picked her up, with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck for support.
Holding her up with one hand, I used my other hand to guide my manhood to her pussy, and then lowered her down onto it. Jenny released a trembling moan as it entered her and looked up, letting the hot water pour directly on her face. With me holding her entire body, I began lifting her up and down on my cock, sending it into the farthest corners of her pussy. Her insides were so loose and soft, and I knew she wasn’t so hot and wet because of the shower.
With her bobbing up and down, Jenny ended our kiss and buried her face in the side of my neck, holding onto me for dear life. As she gave a continuous moan, I let the hot water and the thick steam distort my senses, filling me with an eternal bliss. With the hot water running down every inch of my skin and Jenny pressed against me, I lost track of what my nerve endings were actually touching. My body was both numb and in a state of euphoria. I had to hold Jenny’s body with one arm, and lean against the wall with my other, just to keep from falling.
I was shaken from my daze as Jenny released a particularly loud and shrill moan. I could feel her pussy clamping around my manhood as she had one climax after another. The euphoria caused by the shower and grip of Jenny’s pussy on my cock triggered an orgasm in me as well, and I countered Jenny’s orgasms but firing thick streams of semen up into her.
Jenny leaned back against the wall of the shower, gasping for air. While her whole body was trembling, the vice-like grip of her arms and legs had not weakened.
“I love you Adrian, I love you so much.” She said, almost hysterically.
“I love you too.” I murmured, brushing back strands of her hair and running my fingertips along her soft cheek.
“Adrian, you misunderstood me in the bedroom. I didn’t want to try oral and anal for the physical feeling, I wanted to try them because I want to be close to you in every way possible. You said you didn’t want to try them because you felt like it separated us. On the contrary my darling, it gives us another way in which we can be linked. If there is a way I can feel close to you, feel linked to you, and feel bound to you physically and emotionally, then I want to try it. I just want to feel you, my love, in every way possible.” She cooed. I could actually hear the frustration and desperation in her voice, she even sounded like she was on the verge of tears.
“That was beautiful Jenny. And I promise, I will do anything to make you happy.” I whispered in her ear.
I pulled my still-erect manhood out of her pussy and pressed it between the cheeks of her flawless ass. I guided the head to her asshole and slowly pushed it in, as gently and carefully as possible. Jenny instantly released a shrill squeal as the head of my cock slowly entered her. Her arms and legs tightened around me and she even bit my shoulder.
“It’s ok baby, it’s ok.” I said to comfort her as I stroked her hair.
Inch by inch, I slowly pushed my dick in all the way, with Jenny’s body trembling more and more. Once it was in all the way, I held it there for a minute so that Jenny could become accustomed to it. Unlike her pussy, which acted almost as a slit between the muscles of her left and right side, her anus applied pressure from all sides like a ring. And while her asshole was lubricated enough for my manhood to move inside it, it wasn’t nearly as slippery as her pussy. The incredible tightness and friction make it very difficult to move inside her, but I had to admit that it also felt absolutely amazing.
Once her body became calm, I slowly lifted her up and lowered her back down, driving my manhood up into her asshole. Jenny released a mix of a moan and shriek from the movement, but after the second and third time, she calmed down. I took my usual rhythm, using my arms to bob her up and down on the shaft of my cock. Jenny had let go of my neck and had her back against the wall of the shower, moaning like an opera singer as I drove my manhood up into her asshole over and over again.
At last, after five minutes, Jenny and I had a simultaneous orgasm. I emptied the last of my semen reserves in her asshole, filling her up until she was overflowing. Pussy juice and semen from my first orgasm flowed from Jenny’s cunt from her climax, with our juices running down our legs. We stood in the shower for several minutes, letting the hot water wash it all away.
I turned off the shower and lowered Jenny to her feet, but she fell before she could even stand up. I crouched down, holding her hands.
“Jenny, are you ok?” I asked with worry. Jenny just gave a sleepy smile.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. My whole body just feels like jelly. Could you grab me a robe?” She laughed softly. I smiled and nodded.
I opened up the shower door and stepped out into the steam-filled bathroom. I walked over to the towel closet and opened it, finding two guest robes. I put one on and brought the other to Jenny, helping her put it on. With her unable to walk, I put one arm under her back and the other under her knees and picked her up.
With her hand on the center of my chest and her face buried in the side of my neck, Jenny was almost purring as I carried her to the bedroom. I gently laid her down on the bed and wrapped her in blankets, then climbed into the bed from the other side. I moved over to her and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. Jenny rolled over and looked into my eyes, with her own eyes filled with love.
“Adrian, this has been the greatest year of my life. The night we first made love was the greatest day of my life, and every day after it has been better than the one before it. I’ve had so much fun traveling with you, fighting with you, and living with you as the center of my world. I love you Adrian, and words can’t describe how happy you have made me.” She whispered.
“I love you too. Before I met you, I didn’t know what it meant to be happy, I didn’t know what love meant, and I didn’t know what it meant to not be alone. I was just existing, but now I can actually live. You have brought me more happiness and peace than any enlightenment or strength could. You saved me from the darkness of my own mind.” I murmured.
“I love you.” We both said simultaneously. Then Jenny pressed herself against me, I held her close, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Part 7:

I had my face in my hands and was giving one sigh after another. I was in the Bellagio casino, and I had just lost a 100K at blackjack. The dealer had a smug look on his face at my suffering.
“How did it come to this?” I kept muttering. I still had 500K with me, but my recent loss had just left a huge crater in my pile of chips.
“How about you quit while you’re ahead?” The dealer asked.
“Hell no. If I’m going to go out, I’m going out in a blaze of glory. I’m all in.” I said, pushing all of my chips into the middle of the table.
“Oh, this is better than TV. Honestly, this is like cheating Walt Griswold.” He said as he handed me two cards, flipping them both face-side-up. He had two cards in front of him, facedown. I gave a small but confident smile and tapped the table.
“Are you sure? You have seventeen, it’s a lot more shameful to go overboard then to stop when you know you should.” The dealer asked, giddy with the hope that I would fail.
“Blaze of glory my friend, blaze of glory.” I said, tapping again. The dealer sighed with a smile and handed me another facedown card. He flipped it over along with his cards and his jaw dropped when he saw it was a four.
“Twenty-one! Hallelujah!” I hollered, falling to my knees with my fists in the air. The dealer just stared at the card in disbelief while I did a victory dance.
“Pay up, motherfucker!” I taunted. The dealer grudgingly pushed over my one million dollars in casino chips. I poured them all into a plastic bag, gave the dealer the finger, and strolled off.
“Hmm, too easy.” I chuckled, returning to my normal personality.
Jenny and I had spent almost a week in Vegas, working the casinos like hacked computer games. We spent every day and night growing our fortune. With our genius intellects, we were able to win almost every game that was within our control. However, that doesn’t mean our finances weren’t shooting up in a straight line.
We constantly had to lose games on purpose in order to avoid suspicion. Casinos watched every player like a hawk to make sure that no one was counting cards or cheating the games. The penalty for being caught was steep. Basically, we just lost small amounts often, and won huge when we wanted to. We pretended to just be another silly couple with more cash than brains that celebrated every win like it was New Year’s. We were so good that all the money we purposefully lost was pure winnings; I had literally won a million dollars, not 500K. In fact, we had over fourteen million dollars all together (minus hotel expenses).
As I cashed in my casino chips, Jenny met up with me and kissed me on the cheek.
“That was a nice show you put on.” She said, both sweetly and sarcastically.
“I really got to lay off the tequila. I can’t tell if it makes my acting skills better or turns me into an actual idiot.” I sighed as we stepped into the elevator.
“Well if it does make your acting skills better, then it means we only have to wait for Marti Gras and you’ll be able to take over all of Hollywood.” She joked.
“So how much did you make this round?” She asked, trying to peek into the paper bag that the exchange office had given me.
“You first.” I teased.
“700K” She said proudly, opening up the paper bag with her cash in it.
“That’s good, that’s good… But I made a million.” I said, showing her my bag.
“No way!” She said shrilly.
“What do you know, women really do make seventy cents for every dollar a man makes!” I joked, causing Jenny to laugh and elbow me in the ribs.

It was two in the morning when we stepped into our room, but neither of us was very tired.
“How about we rent a movie and pig out with some room service?” I suggested.
“That would be perfect.” Jenny said dreamily as she stepped into the bedroom. I picked up the phone and dialed room service.
“Hi, I’m in the third honeymoon suite. Could I get a serving of fried chicken, a bottle of rum with a two-liter bottle of Coke, and a couple of ice cream Sundays? Thank you.” I said before hanging up the phone.
I sat down on the living room couch and turned on the TV. As I surfed through the list of on-demand movies, I heard Jenny come up behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and I looked up with a smile. Jenny’s face was hidden by her huge breasts, which were covering my face. I flicked my tongue between them, savoring the taste and softness. Jenny giggled and began massaging my shoulders.
“Come on baby, get out of those clothes and relax a little.” She hummed.
“That would be a pretty awkward moment when the food I ordered shows up.” I replied.
“Suit yourself.” She pouted as she climbed over the couch and sat down, leaning against me. I wrapped my arm around her and began working my fingers between her legs, making her hum and purr.
Minutes after we started the movie, our food was delivered. I tipped the bellhop and put the food down on the table. As per my unspoken promise, I undressed before sitting down, much to Jenny’s enjoyment. Jenny laid back against me with our naked bodies pressed together like two puzzle pieces, and we feasted while watching the movie. Eating fried chicken with Coke to wash it down while you watch a movie naked with your lover pressed against you in the Bellagio hotel is the greatest definition I can think of for the term “heaven”.
“Jenny, could you hand me a couple napkins please?” I asked as we ate our Sundays. As Jenny reached out to grab some napkins on the table, her Sunday fell over, covering her chest in ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup.
“Oh, that’s cold!” She yelped.
“Are you ok?” I asked, moving out from under her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m blocking it now.” She sighed, using willpower to keep the stinging of the cold from reaching her mind. I smiled and leaned down, dragging my tongue up the center of her chest and licking up the ice cream and chocolate syrup.
“Ooh!” She cooed before I kissed her.
I went back down, running my tongue up her chest and licking the ice cream. I wrapped my tongue around her left nipple, sucking on it hungrily. I then shifted to her right, savoring the taste of chocolate syrup that coated her breast. I kissed her again and she slipped her tongue between my lips, slurping the ice cream out of my mouth.
I suddenly jerked as I felt my dick submerged in something cold. I looked down and saw that while I had been kissing Jenny, she had grabbed my Sunday and… you know what she did.
“Aw, come on! What did I do to you? Seriously, I wasn’t finished with it!” I groaned.
“Don’t worry baby, dessert is on me.” She said coyly as she gently pushed me onto my back.
She crouched over me and poured the rest of the Sunday on my chest. She leaned down and took a broad lick, then moved up so that I could take a turn and lick some of the ice cream off of her. We moved back and forth, licking the ice cream off each other’s chest and cleaning each other with our tongues like a pair of affectionate cats.
After Jenny licked every glob of ice cream and chocolate syrup off of my chest, she moved down and ran her tongue up the shaft of my erect cock. She traced the head with her tongue, teasing me, and then wrapped her lips around it, sucking on it gently. Before she could take the whole thing in her mouth, I stopped her and moved underneath her, getting into the 69 position.
I flicked my tongue between the lips of her wet pussy as she sucked on my cock like it was a Popsicle. With the whole thing in her mouth, I sent my tongue up inside her, burying my face in her pussy. Our chests and stomachs were constantly rubbing up against each other as Jenny lathered my phallus with saliva and licked it up in an endless cycle and I probed every hot wet corner of her soft pussy, going so deep that my nose was buried between the flower petal-like lips. As she massaged my cock with her tongue and cheeks, I was rubbing her back and shoulders, trying to give her a massage.
Without warning, Jenny released my cock, leaving it with a thick coating of saliva. Her breathing was quick and shallow with arousal. She moved her pussy off of my face and onto my erect cock, grinding the soft lips against the shaft. We both got up, I on my knees and Jenny on all fours. I guided my manhood to the lips of her wet pussy and forced it in, causing Jenny to gasp as I mounted her.
With my hands on her hips, I began moving back and forth, driving my cock deep inside her. Jenny gave an ongoing mix of high and low moans with each thrust, for this new position allowed me to drive far deeper into a corner of her pussy that I hadn’t been able to explore much. Truth be told, I was skeptical about this position. I thought it focused too much on the kinky and erotic physical feeling, and less about the emotional bond between to people. But Jenny wanted it, and I would do anything to make her happy.
I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back, wrapped my arm diagonally across her chest, and rested my chin on her shoulder, trying to make as much contact as possible as I drove my cock in as fast as possible.
“Oh god Adrian, you’re driving me crazy!” She whined, holding onto the couch as if an earthquake was rocking the building.
“Oh Adrian!” She moaned as we both had gushing orgasms, spraying each other with our juices.
I leaned back, pulling out of her with a web of semen stretching from the head of my dick to the swollen lips of her pussy. Jenny collapsed, and we were both silent for several seconds as we both tried to catch our breath. Both the couch and we were a sticky mess of chocolate syrup, ice cream, and genetic material. Seriously, we were lying in Ground Zero.
“Jenny?” I panted.
“Yeah?” She replied.
“I think we need to take a shower.” I said.

I was lying on my back on the shower floor with Jenny on top of me. My erect manhood was deep in her asshole, and she was bouncing up and down on it with a high moan passing from between her lips. With the hot water of the shower on our bodies and extravagant erotic feeling of my phallus been driven up Jenny’s anus, our bodies were ecstatic with physical bliss. Jenny had one hand on the center of my chest for support and was running her other hand through her long golden hair, and I was running my hands all over her body, giving her a full massage.
With our bodies filled with both exhaustion and euphoria, it didn’t take much to trigger that last great orgasm. Jenny’s body was shaking like a relief as I shot countless jets of semen up inside her and she had climax after climax. Jenny collapsed on top of me, and I couldn’t help but softly laugh.
I turned off the water, and like with the first time we made love in the shower, I had to carry her to bed because her legs were shaking too much for her to walk. As I put her in the bed and laid beside her, Jenny rolled over to me.
“You know Adrian, I know that you have a plan to change the world, but I would be lying if I said that I wouldn’t also love to just stay here and do this with you for the rest of our lives; play these casino’s so well that it’s tragic, retire to our honeymoon suit, and make sweet passionate love until I’m almost unconscious from so many climaxes.” She hummed as she kissed me.
“Well do you want to stay? If you want to stay, I’ll forget my plan. We can stay here in Vegas, get a nice penthouse, become rich… I mean richer, and give each other our hearts throughout the nights.”
“No, I don’t want to stay. I want your plan to succeed and I don’t want to hold you back. I’m happy with whatever you chose, I just want to come back here someday.” She said as she snuggled up against me and leaned her head on my shoulder.
“I’m willing to do anything to make you happy, but you don’t care what I decide because you’ll be happy either way. Seriously Jenny, these are the kind of things that can make a man go insane.” I joked. After she laughed, I then spoke up.
“By the way, I was able to find one of my targets.” I said. Jenny looked up at me.
“Really?” She asked.
“Yeah, I’m going to talk to him tomorrow if I can find him. Let’s just hope everything goes according to plan.” I said.

I stood at a craps table, watching the game progress and trying to get a handle on the rules. On the other side of the table was my target; a man with connections that I needed. He had a shaved head and was dressed in a black business suit. On his hand was a gold ring with a symbol stamped into it.
“One hundred grand on ten.” He said with his Italian accent, causing hushed muttering throughout the crowd. Several people placed similar bets, but at much smaller amounts. Before the dealer could throw the dice, I spoke up.
“I’ll match that bet.” I said. The dealer raised his eyebrows and the dice were cast, rolling up ten Loud cheering rang through the crowd as the winners were handed their money.
“You’re quite the high roller.” The man said as we were each given a huge pile of chips.
“You’re one to talk. What do you do in order to afford gambling such large amounts?” I asked.
“I am a doctor, Dr. Anthony Alfonse. I am a family physician for wealthy clients all across Europe, and my services strike up generous payments.” He said.
“You’re clients, or CLIENT? Doctors of your skill and profession usually cling to one rich and ailing client, but act as more than just a family physician. For a doctor that makes house calls across Europe, I find it strange that you would be all the way out here in Europe, because that would mean losing valuable business, not to mention the fact that your status as a family physician to many clients binds you to them, and it would be rare for them all to avoid sickness and injury.
You’re on paid vacation, either from the hospital that you actually work at, or from your one rich client that gave you this vacation time. You would never be able to convince multiple clients to all give you vacation time.” I said.
No one was paying attention to us as the game continued. Dr. Alfonse was glaring at me with suspicion.
“Regardless of whether you are indeed a family physician or work at a hospital, the money you are throwing around shows that you are indeed well-known and well-respected. I’m looking for a business opportunity, and I’m sure someone of your profession and connections could help me out.” I said slyly.
“And what do you do as a profession?” He asked, trying to figure out if he should flee.
“I create medical and surgical machinery. In fact I designed and built a revolutionary piece of technology that is being installed in hospitals around the globe. Someone of your stature should surely have heard of it. It is known as the Adroid.” I said with a smile. The doctor’s eyes widened and I nodded just as he was about to say my name.
“Tell your client about what just happened here. I imagine he’ll want to contact me.” I said as I walked away.

Jenny and I were sitting in a dark theater, watching an opera with dinner.
“Do you think he’ll show up?” Jenny asked as she ate her lobster.
“He’ll definitely look for us, it’s all a matter of how much effort he’ll actually put into finding us.” I said confidently. Minutes after I spoke the words, Dr. Alfonse sat down on the other side of the table.
“It seems that your technological and medical prowess precede you, Mr. Ashford. My client is very interested doing business with you, and specifically told me to hunt you down the second I spoke your name. It seems the authorities weren’t the only ones searching for you.” He said calmly, but with distrust. Jenny turned to me, wondering what was going on. I had not told her about this stage in my plan.
“I imagine that your client will not be able to come out and meet me here in Vegas, due to his condition?” I asked.
“That is correct. I have a limo waiting outside, with a teleconference system set up. He is very anxious to meet you, so if it is not too much to ask, will you please finish your meal and come with me?” He asked. I turned to Jenny.
“I’m all set, how about you?” I asked.
“I’m ready to go.” She replied, wiping the butter from the lobster off her lips.
“Ah, where are my manners? You must be Jenny Donovan, I have heard that you are as beautiful as you are deadly, but I must say that claim does not do you justice.” Alfonse said, shaking her hand. Jenny giggled at the compliment.

We walked out of the theater and climbed into a limo. The vehicle sped off the second the doors were closed. Inside, a computer with a mobile server had been hooked up the limo’s electrical system. It had both a microphone and a set of speakers for the teleconference. Dr. Alfonse turned on the computer, and the image of an old man instantly appeared on the screen. He was in his early seventies and sitting in a wheelchair, and while he did appear to be sick, he did not have an oxygen tank with him, but both of his arms were in slings.
“Mr. Ashford and Ms. Donovan, allow me to introduce you to-”
“Professor Demetri Medici, professor of history at Pontifica Università Gregoriana, the Pontifical Gregorian University in Vatican City.” I interrupted. Everyone stared at me with disbelief.
“How do you know who I am?” Professor Medici asked.
“Because I’ve been watching you, all of you, just like how you’ve been watching me. People like me with genius intellects have been on the watch-list of your group for decades, and I know when I’m being watched and followed.” I said confidently. Jenny stared at me with disbelief.
“And what group exactly do you think I am in?” Medici asked.
“The group with the same symbol as your doctor’s ring.” I asked. Jenny switched her gaze to Alfonse’ ring and gasped when she recognized the symbol.
“The Freemasons?” She asked, gripping my arm.
“That’s correct. But contrary to popular belief, the Freemasons don’t do anything to shape this world and never have, but they do indeed keep their eyes open and watch everything. Ever since my IQ topped 200 and I began building surgical technology, the masons have been keeping a close tab on me.” I said to her, making sure that everyone could hear.
“Then it seems that the Status Quo has changed. I will not insult you by denying your claims, but I was told you want to make a business deal, and I would prefer to get straight to business.” Medici said.
“Oh course. Now, from my information on you, you are currently suffering from a disease that is causing severe clotting in your extremities. Seeing as how you are already in that wheelchair and both your arms are in slings, I would say that the disease has already progressed and is beginning to cause muscle death. I also know that many of your “business partners” are also suffering from the same disease.”
“Your sources are as impressive as you are. How much experience do you have with surgical procedures?” Medici asked.
“Very little, though my knowledge in the field of surgery and medicine is quite prominent. For years, I have read and memorized almost every medical and surgical book I could get my hands on. I have also preformed hundreds of dissections on animals that passed away in pet stores, spent ours performing digital autopsies online, and have blueprints of the human body secured in my memory.” I said proudly.
“And your technical skills speak for themselves. Now, as you have said, my disease is creating blood clots in my extremities and causing muscle death. The disease does not affect the rest of my body and the clots break up before they can spread, but my limbs are wasting away. I have already had my feet amputated before they could become gangrenous, and my hands won’t last much longer. I am fine with prosthetics on my legs, but to lose use of both my hands would be devastating to the life I live. I would lose the ability to do anything on my own.
Adrian Ashford, here is my business proposition; the loss of my hands is inevitable, but what can be done afterwards is what is important. I want you to remove my hands and give me mechanical replacements, using your skills as an engineer. As you said, several of my “business partners” have the same disease, and they too want the same procedure done.” He said. Jenny turned to me and saw that I had a small smile on my face.
‘Exactly as I predicted he would want. Everything is going according to plan, down to every last detail.’ I thought to myself.
“And what exactly will I get in return for my services? As you said, you don’t want to lose your hands and with them lose the freedom of being able to do things on your own. I imagine your “business partners” feel the same way. What are you and your friends willing to pay for freedom and physical independence?” I asked.
“Safe asylum in Vatican City, your bank accounts unfrozen so that you may get your royalty payments that still have been coming in, and payment of a hundred million dollars in whatever form of currency you would like.” He said without hesitation. I chuckled.
“That is a very generous deal, but that isn’t quite what I would like. Instead of the hundred million dollars, I want IN.” I said. Everyone looked at me with confusion.
“In? In what? You want to become a Freemason? Well there are easier ways to become a Freemason than-”
“No, not a Freemason. I mean higher up.” I said, interrupting Medici. The limo was silent for several moments.
“You can’t honestly mean…” He began.
“You said that you wouldn’t insult me my denying my claims, and I have been correct on every single matter. I wouldn’t even be here if I wasn’t absolutely sure that I was right on this matter.”
“If you honestly think it exists, then you are a lot less intelligent than a thought you were.” Medici laughed.
“Don’t lie to me. You’re almost sixty IQ points short of being able to lie to me.” I challenged. Medici lost his smile.
“You want to become a member of the Illuminati.” He said with his tone serious. Jenny gripped my arm.
“The Illuminati?! You mean the group that conspiracy theorists have been raving about for decades?” She asked with disbelief.
“The very same. I’ve been watching their movements for years, knowing that they’ve also been watching mine. It’s a myth that the Freemasons control the world, but the Freemasons themselves are under the commands of a tight ring of intellectuals known as the Illuminati. While it is true, there are only a handful of people, including myself, that are not in the Illuminati but know that it is undeniably true and have even seen the proof. Just because those conspiracy theorists happen to say something that is true, doesn’t mean that they themselves are correct.
Just like the Freemasons, they take absolutely no action in the events of the world. They have a strict rule to never intervene, unless it is in the face of complete annihilation. But every member of the Illuminati must have both an incredibly high IQ and be in a position of incredible political or economic power, or have strong connections to someone with incredible political or economic power.
Along with teaching history in Vatican City, Professor Medici here is also a board member of one of the greatest banks in all of Europe. All of his friends with the disease that plagues him are in the Illuminati as well. In fact, the disease is proof. Isn’t that correct, professor?” I asked smugly.
“That is correct. My disease is the result of an assassination attempt. The CEO of a bio-weaponry company exposed us to one of his diseases because we refused to let him become a member. I’m just glad that he overestimated the power of his disease.” Medici said.
“So do we have a deal?” I asked.
“I will have to convene with the other members. The limo driver will bring you to an airport where Dr. Alfonse’ jet is waiting. I will have an answer by the time you get there. If you are allowed in, get on the jet and we will fly you out immediately.” Medici said.
“Before you go, I have one final demand: Jenny must be allowed in as well. I’m not doing anything without her.” I said. Jenny wrapped her fingers around my hand and kissed me on the cheek.
“Very well.” Professor Medici said dryly before the computer was turned off.
“Dr. Alfonse, tell the driver we need to stop at the Bellagio so that Jenny and I can collect our things.” I said as I leaned back and wrapped my arm around Jenny.

“I hope they agree, I would love to see Vatican City.” Jenny said dreamily as we packed our things.
“Not just Vatican City, but we’ll be able to tour all across Europe. Venice, France, London, Berlin…”
“Maybe a quick stop in Amsterdam.” She hinted.
“Whores and drugs? Eh, not my cup of tea.” I shrugged.
“I just love you so much.” She giggled as she kissed me on the cheek.

As we walked through the Bellagio lobby with the bellhop carrying our luggage, the woman behind the desk repeatedly switched her gaze between her computer screen and us. She was reading an article on and it was about the string of massacres spread out across the country, with our pictures below the headline.
“Oh my god.” She gasped as she recognized us.
As she picked up the phone, Jenny, the bellhop, and I stepped out into the street. I handed the bellhop ten bucks and he left us with our luggage.
“Adrian…” Jenny began. Only with our fully utilized hearing could we hear the woman behind the desk.
“I know; she’s calling the police. We can’t let them figure out where we’re going.” I said as I walked over to Dr. Alfonse.
“The police are on the way, we’ll meet you at the airport.” I said to him. He nodded and climbed back into the limo. As he sped off, Jenny and I calmly made our way to the parking area. As we loaded our things into the car, the sounds of police sirens could be heard in the distance.
“I’ll draw their attention and lead them away. Once the coast is clear, get to the airport. I’ll meet you there.” I instructed.
“Adrian, you can’t fight them all. These are trained police officers.” Jenny warned. Before replying, I opened up one of our luggage bags and pulled out my black coat. The pockets and interior were filled with darts, and my sheathed lance was wrapped up in it. Before I put it on, I secured my bulletproof vest, though that was all I had time to put on.
“Don’t worry my love, this will not be my last stand. I’ll block the road, and then you come out and try to run me over. You’ll just look like a scared bystander trying to get away.” I said as I put on my coat and hooked up the sheath of my lance to the back of my belt.
I calmly walked out into the middle of the street, which had been cleared of cars as the police approached. I stood in the middle of the road and activated my adrenal glands, saturating my body with adrenalin and enhancing my reaction speed and reflexes to near-superhuman levels. As the squad of police cars sped down the Vegas Strip towards me, I reached into my pockets and pulled out several darts.
Once the cars were in range, I took careful aim and threw the spikes with devastating power. The first car that was struck had its lights blown out and the windshield filled with cracks, making it impossible to see through. It crashed into a parked car and the siren fell silent as the airbags inflated and slammed into the officers inside.
The second car that was struck had the left rearview mirror ripped off. The driver instinctively swerved to the left, exposing his right front tire. A well-placed dart popped the tire, causing the front-right corner of the vehicle to sink. With the vehicle’s weight and inertia being focused on that lower corner, the car swerved out of control and flipped over.
I threw four darts at the third car, using the first two to shatter the windshield and the third and fourth to stab the cops in the front seats. The darts had only struck their shoulders and the wounds were shallow, but the car swerved out of control and crashed into a parked van. The three cop cars were now blocking the road, and as per my instructions, I could hear Jenny driving towards me at top speed.
I jumped out of the way of the car and watched Jenny speed away, knowing that she was worried about me.
I took a deep breath and sprinted away from the car wreck, running out onto the next road and fleeing into the alley across the street from the Bellagio. My senses were on full alert as I counted every audible siren and tried to figure out their location and distance. Identifying the location and distance of each was like an equation, with compensations for sound waves bouncing off buildings and cars and being distorted by background noise as the variables. I was working on dozens of these equations at once in my mind, and using them to create a digital map of the city, with the locations of cop cars marked.
I ran out into a busy street, filled with people and cars. Keeping low to the ground and parallel to the road, I sprinted down the sidewalk, shooting past everyone in my path and maneuvering through the crowds. In my mind, I was calculating the fastest route to the airport while avoiding the police. In a matter of seconds, I plotted out the full route and formed my plan.
I needed to cut across the next intersection, but it was filled with cars. I stepped out into the street and used my sense of hearing and sight to identify every car in the four streets leading to the intersection. After plotting out the course and speed of every car and creating a mental simulation of distance-to-speed ratios, I took a deep breath and climbed up onto a parked car.
People on the sidewalk stared at me as I stood on the roof of the car, looking down the street. As a car passed by, I jumped into the air and landed on the roof. Before the driver could slam his feet on the brakes, I jumped to the next car, and then a third. Moving as fast as lightning, I jumped from car to car, moving before the drivers could come to a stop.
At the intersection, I jumped from the roof of a sedan, to a van, and then up onto a tourism bus. I ran across the roof of a bus and jumped onto the next car. Down the street, a police siren lit up on the roof of a black mustang. However, it was a single siren that could be placed and removed at any time, not a pair of sirens like on a police cruiser. Inside were Agents Mason and Hoffman.
“Hmm, FBI.” I chuckled.
I jumped off the bus and onto the next car as the traffic opened up for the disguised cop car. Jumping from car to car, I ran away from the two FBI agents as they tried to get through the chaotic traffic. In only a few seconds, they broke free of the intersection and sped after me, driving down the middle of the road with all of the cars moving out of the way.
I smiled as they approached and jumped into the air. I landed on the hood of their car and they stared in disbelief as I looked down at them with a devious smile. Before they could react, I drew my lance and pierced the windshield, reaching down and stabbing Agent Mason who was behind the wheel. I stabbed him in the gut, intentionally missing all of his internal organs and innards. I didn’t want to kill him; I just wanted to slow him down.
Coughing up blood, Mason stomped on the brakes, sending me flying off the hood of the car. In midair, I took control of my trajectory, altered my flight pattern, and landed on my feet.
“Ouch that stings.” I winced at my twisted ankle.
Landing on the hood of the speeding car and then on the ground like that had done a number on my ankles. I was lucky it wasn’t broken, but I would need some time to deal with the pain before being able to run again. Moving as fast as my ankle would allow, I fled down the street and ducked into the next alley.
“Go after him, I’ll be fine!” Mason said, gripping his bleeding stomach.
“You aren’t fine, that bastard stabbed you!” Hoffman yelled as he pulled a first aid kit out of the glove compartment.
“I think he missed all of my organs, maybe even on purpose. Listen, he was limping away. This is our best chance to catch him! He ducked into the next alley, go get him while we still have the chance!” Mason said, spitting up blood. Hoffman finally nodded and climbed out of the car. With his gun in hand, he ran down the sidewalk towards the alley.
In the ally, I was sitting on a trashcan, trying to loosen up the muscles in my ankle so that it wouldn’t hurt to run on it. A bullet struck the brick wall above me, missing my head by only a few inches. I jumped to my feet and looked down the alley, spotting Agent Hoffman.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of almost a hundred people, and aggravated assault against my partner.” He cursed.
“You’re partner will be fine, that was not a lethal wound. He was an obstacle in my path and I just needed him out of my way. I cannot allow my plans to be detoured by the FBI.” I said calmly as I slowly drew my lance, with Agent Mason’s blood still dripping from the end.
“I don’t care what your plans are, this ends tonight.” He said as pulled his trigger.
With adrenalin enhancing my senses, the agent firing his gun seemed as slow as a steamroller. I had more than enough time to react and defend myself. Like when I faced Ben, I imaged a beam of red light shining out of the agent’s gun, telling me exactly where it was aimed. With inhuman speed, I moved my lance in the bullet’s path before the firing pin could even strike the primer, compensating for recoil and other variables.
The bullet was fired, moving through the air so fast that not even my eyes could catch it, but it did not matter. The bullet struck my lance and was deflected, falling to the ground as a piece of crumpled copper. Agent Hoffman stared with disbelief and fired another round, not bothering to change his target. With only a few centimeters in difference, I was able to readjust instantly, deflecting the second bullet.
Agent Hoffman emptied his entire clip, but my near-superhuman reflexes allowed me to block and deflect every one. Unable to believe what he was seeing, Hoffman dropped his gun and didn’t move to pick it up.
“You are out of your league Agent, I have evolved to a point where your guns are useless against me. While we are of the same species, we are worlds apart in every aspect. I suggest you leave to tend to your partner, before you end up like him.” I warned.
Releasing a roar of anger, Agent Hoffman drew a police baton and charged towards me, about to swing it from the side.
“You’re full of openings.” I muttered as I reached out with my lance.
As the agent swung his arm to strike me with the police baton, the tip of my lance pierced his elbow, driving between the bones and cartilage, completely stopping his attack. Hoffman shouted in agony and fell to his knees.
“Had I been serious with that counterattack, I could have sent the lance in all the way and completely severed your forearm. The bones in your elbow would have been crushed, the nerves torn, and the muscles ripped apart. No surgeon would be able to reattach it. I’ll say this again; leave before you end up like your partner. My plans are too important for me to be wasting time with you.” I said as I pulled my weapon free.
As I walked away, Agent Hoffman pulled out a stun gun and pulled the trigger. Two barbs were launched from the end, connected by long wires. They lodged themselves in my back and my body began to jerk as the electricity coursed through my body, though that was all it did. I turned back to the agent.
“Nice try, but I’m using my entire brain, much more than the regular criminals you use this weapon on. With my entire brain active, my nerves carry far greater electrical impulses than the regular person, meaning that your stun gun can’t overwhelm my muscle control. Add in the fact that I can block pain, and the most you’ve given me is some harmless muscle stimulation.” I said as I ripped the barbs out of my coat.
“What the hell are you planning?” Hoffman cursed as he got to he feet.
“I can’t tell you. If word were to get out as to what my plans are, my associates would never let me continue.” I said if I walked away.
“Tell me what you’re planning goddamnit!” He yelled as he got to his feet and charged towards me, about to punch me with his good hand. I turned around and caught his wrist, completely stopping him. Hoffman was a very large man, with a great amount of strength in his punches, but his power was nothing compared to mine.
“You want to know? Fine.” I said before stabbing him in the thigh with my lance. He howled in pain and fell to the ground, holding his leg.
“However, once I tell you, I will kill you. As I said, I can’t afford to let my plans be known by anyone, especially my associates. For the price of death, are you still willing to hear my plans?” I asked. Hoffman was silent.
“Very well.” I said before stabbing through his coat on his right side, destroying his radio, which had been set to receive and transmit the conversation. Hoffman cursed at how easily I saw through his plan.
“Now that no one can listen in, I will tell you.
I have recently become a member of a very powerful society, one that people laugh at as a myth without knowing its true power. The group I am talking is the Illuminati, the puppeteers of the Freemasons.” I said, sheathing my lance.
“You can’t be serious.” Hoffman growled.
“I’ve already heard that once this evening and I would prefer not to hear it again. For an agent of the FBI, you don’t have many manners.
The Illuminati do exist and their influence reaches all around this globe. While they have the potential to change the world, they chose to let societies rule themselves. They only act in the face of total annihilation. The last time they used their influence was to stop the Cold War before the US and Russia could obliterate all life on earth.
I will take command of the Illuminati and change that. I will use their power and connections to bring peace to this world.” I said hauntingly.
“And how the hell do you plan on doing that?” Hoffman asked angrily.
“By bringing the world to the brink of death. I plan of giving nuclear weapons to every country on earth.” I said. Hoffman stared at me wide-eyed.
“How the hell will that bring world peace?! It will only doom us all!” He yelled.
“On the contrary. By spreading power throughout the nations of the world, I will create the ultimate force to prevent war: fear. Anger and greed create wars, but fear can prevent them. Nuclear weapons have taken this role and performed beautifully.
For example: after WWII, everyone believed the US and Russia would fight each other. People were making bomb shelters in their back yards before atomic bombs were even invented. The war between America and Russia was inevitable, yet something stopped it, and that something was the atomic bomb.
With the atomic bomb in America’s arsenal, Russia stepped down its aggravated attempts of control out of fear, and when Russia achieved nuclear power, America did the same. Such was the Cold War, though through my eyes, I see it as the Cold Peace. If it weren’t for the fact that America was more paranoid about communism than Russian nuclear strikes, the Cold War would have acted as the perfect example of peace instilled by fear.
I plan on recreating that Status Quo but on a worldwide scale. After the fall of the Soviet Union, literally thousands of Russian nuclear bombs went missing. Who else would possess all of those bombs other than the Illuminati, the group that refuses to act unless the world is in imminent danger?
Once I get my hands on those nukes and the Illuminati’s connections, I will distribute them to every country on earth. Consider this; since the end of WWII, has the US waged any war on a country with nuclear weapons? Russia? Pakistan? North Korea?
Ever since nuclear power went up for grabs, no two nuclear countries have declared open war on each other, out of fear of a nuclear exchange. However America alone has invaded countless countries without nuclear weapons because they had nothing to fear.
By giving every nation on earth nuclear weapons, every country will have equal power. No one would dare wage war on another country if there was a possibility of nuclear retaliation.”
“But what about countries controlled by madmen, or terrorists taking one of those bombs?! If nuclear weapons become more available, nuclear war will be unavoidable!” Hoffman argued.
“I have considered those possibilities and compensated. I plan on giving every country only a very small number of nuclear bombs, so small that you could count them all on one hand. With only a small arsenal to look after, there will be no chance of any of the nuclear bombs going missing like after the fall of the Soviet Union. Unstoppable security measures will be put in place on each bomb, ensuring that they will never be stolen or lost.
And if one country does indeed decide to wage nuclear war on another country, its number of targets will be incredibly small. Consider all of the major cities in America; the nation would still be able to survive if a few of them were lost during a nuclear exchange. If two countries wage war on each other, the exchange will be very brief, and the will to fight would be crushed under the loss of life.
Not to mention the fact that if a brief nuclear war starts, there will be almost no chance of other countries wanting to get involved. It won’t be like a bar fight where one guy punches another guy and it turns into a domino affect. If two countries wage war, the nuclear exchange would make examples out of them, and other countries would be too terrified to make the same mistake.
I’m sure you’re also wondering about the nuclear bombs already in possession of countries like America and Russia. Don’t worry about them; once the Illuminati are under my control, finding and destroying them will be like child’s play. With all of the countries equal, war will become obsolete, and peace will be installed, whether people like it or not.” I said.
“But that’s not peace! That’s just fear and pain crushing everyone, all forced to live under the threat of nuclear war!” Hoffman yelled defiantly.
“Exactly; peace. That is the only peace that can be established in this world of ours. Humans are barbaric and ignorant, and the only way to keep them from snapping at each other is to lock them up like the rabid animals they are. Your definition of peace is a delusion created out of denial of human nature. As an agent of the FBI, can you honestly tell me that humans are capable of understanding each other and being happily at peace? Do you really think that our modern societies have a chance at achieving peace, when history has proven us incapable?” I asked. We were both silent for several seconds.
“In school, I was given the nickname Adroid because of my cold logic and inhuman personality. Someone once asked me how I could be so harsh and calculating, and I replied by stating I chose to see the world and solve problems in the way a machine would. By forsaking my human identity, I was able to come up with this solution.
Humans cannot create peace for a human world, just like how many Americans can’t understand why people in other countries hate us. Humans’ faulty logic and humanitarian idealism blocks the key to true peace, and only with the mind of a machine can those obstacles be removed and peace achieved.
The human race is like a child; it needs its parents to make the right decisions for it because it is incapable of making the correct choices for itself. Humans may have created machines, but since machines will someday surpass humans, they must act as parents of the human race, and only with machine logic can the safety of the human race be ensured.
I forsake my machine side to be with the one I love, but I did not lose my view of this world and my logic. I have the body of a man and the mind of a machine, so I am the only one who can deliver this species to the nirvana of peace.
That is my plan Agent, and as I said before, I cannot let you live now that you have heard it.” I said as I raised my lance. The agent looked up at me, trying to think of an argument he could make.
“I would have preferred to kill as few innocent people as possible, but you refused to move out of my path. I am sorry, but I must silence you for the sake of peace.” I said as I brought the lance down.

“You’re late.” Jenny said with a smile as she sat on the hood of our car. Behind her was Dr. Alfonse’ private jet, ready to take off.
“Sorry, I wanted to play one last round of blackjack, then I got on a winning streak… and now I’m bankrupt.” I joked as I walked over to her.
“I have good news, they accepted us. We’re now members of the Illuminati.” She said, still in disbelief that the Illuminati actually existed.
“Of course they did, I knew they would.” I said with a smug grin.
“All according to plan huh?” She asked as she kissed me on the cheek.
“A few steps off, but pretty much according to plan.” I said, wrapping my arm around.
“Our stuff has been loaded onto the jet. I guess it’s time to get going.” She said with a hint of sadness.
“Don’t worry darling, we’ll come back here some day. We’ll come back, tour America again, work the Vegas casinos, visit our hometown, and do whatever we want. We aren’t even eighteen yet, we literally have all the time in the world. I know it feels weird to be leaving home.” I said to comfort her. She smiled.
“I’m not leaving home. For me, home is wherever you are.” She said sweetly.
“Oh my god, that is so corny.” I joked. Laughing to point that she couldn’t breathe, Jenny shoved me off of the car.
Dr. Alfonse stepped out of the jet and walked over to us.
“Mr. Ashford, Ms. Donovan, I suggest we leave.” He said.
“Of course, we’re ready to go.” I said as I stood up. Jenny and I climbed up the stairs and stepped into the private jet. We took two seats facing each other and couldn’t help but smile as the plane took off. As Dr. Alfonse went up to talk to the pilot, Jenny asked me,
“How did you get all of that information on the Illuminati?” She asked.
“Well it all began with curiosity. I heard the name and I looked up the Illuminati online. I found it interesting and I did some more research, reading through thousands of pages of conspiracy theories, history, rumors, supposed member lists, and every scrap of information I could find. But I wasn’t satisfied because I hadn’t found the kind of information I was looking for.
I realized that I needed to dig deeper. I needed to get to the real underbelly of the Internet to find the people who had the information I was looking for. I need to find the shamans of the online world, the oldest nerds on the Internet. I needed to find the guys who had been surfing the web since it was invented and had been involved in every huge event in Internet history.
I began my search in the social areas of the oldest and most famous corners of the internet: World of Warcraft, Halo, Google chat rooms, information sites, websites with debates on history and science,, everything that drew the most people and the smarted people. Once there, I searched for the people who were “in charge”. I looked through the strongest players, the smartest advisors, and everyone who knew the most about that particular area.
I asked them if there was anyone they knew that was older or more famous in the online community than themselves. I followed their directions to whatever names they gave me, and asked the same question. I crawled up the Internet hierarchy, asking everyone if they knew anyone above them. The web may seem random, but there is a chain of command, you just have to untangle it.
I really got excited when the results I got all started pointing to a handful of people and the same names kept popping up. I knew that I had found them, the Keepers of the Online Archives. These were men and women who saw absolutely everything on the Internet and were always aware of any new information that came online.
Actually making contact with them was kind of tricky, for many of them didn’t want to be found. They had a lot of information that a lot of people would kill for, so they wanted to stay hidden and be left with their stream of information. Once I finally contacted them, I worked to gain their trust and began asking them about the Illuminati.
These people had all the information I wanted; member lists, member requirements, history, current activities, and even the list of people of interest. Imagine my surprise when I found out that they had been keeping a close eye on me. A few of these people were high-ranking Freemasons and even a few Illuminati members themselves.
I looked up the people on the members list, again having to dig deep in the Internet to find the information I was looking for. Professor Medici was one of the people I looked up, and after I found out about his condition, I knew that I had something he would want: my medical and technical skills.
At the time I wasn’t sure if I would even make contact with the Illuminati, because I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life. I knew that the Illuminati would in all likelihood have the means for me to put my nuclear bomb plan into action, but I was unsure what path to take. Then fate made the decision for me.” I mused.
Dr. Alfonse then walked over to us.
“We’re going to stop on the eastern coast to refuel, refuel again in England, and from there, we’ll head to Vatican City.” He said. As he walked away, I turned to Jenny.
“We’re on our way.” I said to her.

Part 8:

Jenny and I gave a wide yawn once the plane shook us awake. We had left the US behind and landed in Vatican City, our new home. Outside, the towering cathedrals and obelisks were reaching up to the late-morning sun. Down on the airport tarmac, a limo was waiting for us. Jenny and I looked at each other and smiled, both giddy and nervous.
We stepped out of the plane with our luggage, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the fresh air. The limo driver quickly took our luggage and loaded it into the back for us. Dr. Alfonse, Jenny, and I climbed inside, and found Professor Medici sitting near the back of the cabin. The doors were closed and the limo quickly began moving forward.
“I must say Mr. Ashford, you’re terms were steep. It took a lot of convincing to get the other members to accept you and Ms. Donovan into the Illuminati, without any previous affiliation. However, once they looked into your history and considered what you could offer us, they all accepted. While I wish our first meeting hadn’t been so… interrogative, I can easily say that I do not regret our arrangement and look forward to working with you in the future.” He said.
“Thank you, I’m glad that there are no negative feelings.” I replied.
“You’re welcome. Now, I’m here to inform you two as to your entitlements and benefits as members of the Illuminati, as well as responsibilities. Let me first make it clear that as long as you work with the Illuminati, you work for the Illuminati.
As a member, you will not receive any payment for your services. We’ll have nothing to do with your finances, and unless an individual is giving you a personal loan, you will not get any money from other members. However, as long as you work with/for the Illuminati, you will have access to the benefits and perks of all members. Such examples include free vacations, flights to any location, tax exemption, medical care, and anything else owned by another member.
In terms of your personal activities, the Illuminati doesn’t care about what you do, as long as there is no way it can be traced back to us. However, if the Illuminati council has a strong disagreement with your actions, then you’ll have two options; stop what you’re doing, or leave the Illuminati. We refuse to be affiliated with drug cartels, serial rapists, slave traffickers, or anything else like that. It took a lot for us to overlook your already… bloodstained… history.
There is no rule against telling people that you are a member of the Illuminati, mostly for the fact that they won’t believe you or shrug it off. However, if you give out details of our group or our members, we can easily have you killed.
That is mostly all you need to know as members of the Illuminati. You will learn more later, but we’ve covered all of the important things. Now, allow us to discuss the procedure…” He said as the limo drove down the beautiful Roman streets.
“Well I was able to come up with designs on the flight here, so all I need is the time and resources to build them. Once I get the required materials, I can have the pair ready in… four days. But I will also need x-rays and scans of your arms, because I need a lot of details in order to make sure that the prosthetics will fit.” I said.
“Of course, Anthony can have those delivered by tomorrow. Now, in our agreement, I said that you two would be granted safe asylum. Not only will you be protected by both the sovereignty of Italy and the Vatican, but you will also be granted free housing. In fact, ownership of a villa just went up for grabs…” He began. Jenny grabbed my hands and stopped breathing the second she heard the word ‘villa’.
“An elderly widower passed away a few days ago in the hospital, but he had no family and no will in which to leave his possessions to any of his friends. Since the property has not been left to anyone, its ownership has fallen to the bank, the bank that I am a board member of.
Basically, the house and all of the possessions belong to you two. I’ve pulled some strings and tweaked the paperwork so that it’s all tax-free, including water, power, and gas. I have also acquired a serviceman who will run errands and act as a driver. He will be paid, but like your taxes, it will be handled by askew bank funds.” Medici said. Jenny gripped my arm and couldn’t help but give a very girlish squeal, causing us all to laugh.

“We’ll bring the scans tomorrow, use the rest of the day to make yourselves comfortable and do some sight-seeing.” Professor Medici said before the door closed and limo drove away.
Jenny and I were standing in front of a two-story mansion with our luggage beside us. The villa was situated in and looked out over the Vatican Gardens, was made of white granite bricks, and had a medium-sized rose window above the door, just like a cathedral. With its location in the Vatican Gardens, it was just a short-walk away from the city streets but granted privacy. It had a large water fountain out front, with a long gravel driveway.
We opened up the door and stepped inside, gazing at the chandelier that hung from the vaulted ceiling, the art that decorated the walls, and the flawless marble tiles on the floor.
Laughing with excitement, Jenny jumped up into my arms, kissing me wildly. I was as excited as she was, for not only were we finally safe from the authorities, but we were home. We didn’t have to run anymore, we could live out our lives in Rome. We finally had a home that we could call our own.
We brought our luggage inside and explored the house. In the villa’s entryway was a large marble staircase in line with the front door. The steps were covered in a red carpet, and at the second level, the staircase split to the left and right at perpendicular angles, and then turned into balcony walkways that allowed access to the second story rooms. There were several large pillars built into the balconies, both to support them, but mostly to support the roof. Along the staircase were wide handrails, with bronze statues set at each corner. There were two doors, one to the left of the main entryway and one to the right.
We stepped through the left door and entered an expansive den, holding several easy chairs, an L-shaped couch, a large fireplace, and a huge flat-screen TV. Bureaus and shelves lined the wall, filled with antiques of several different collections. At the far end of the room was a fully-stocked bar, with a large cabinet filled with well over a hundred bottles of aged wine and liquor.
We moved to the back of the villa and stepped into the kitchen. The kitchen had rosewood cabinets and shelves, onyx tabletops, an island table, a top-of-the-line stove, and a spice rack that was the size of a bookshelf. The previous owner either loved to cook, or had a very talented chef. There were two doors in the kitchen, both leading to rooms underneath the staircase. One was the downstairs bathroom and the other was the laundry room.
We moved to the back-right corner of the house and entered a massive dining room. Like the kitchen, the table was made of red rosewood with a black onyx surface. One wall was lined with windows, letting the sunlight stream in, and along the other wall were shelves and cabinets full of china, silverware, napkins, tablemats, candlesticks, and etc.
We stepped into the front-right corner of the first floor, just to the right of the entryway. This room held the lounge, but unlike the other rooms, it was circular and the ceiling was up at the second floor. The half of the circular wall that was part of the building’s outer surface had nothing but windows, all with colored glass. With two levels of colored windows occupying two sides of the villa’s corner, the room was illuminated with an endless rainbow of different shades and hues.
Across the room from the windows was a fountain, stretching up to the second floor. It was built to resemble a waterfall, with water running down a surface of twisted blue and purple glass. Down at the bottom of the fountain was a bed of stones, with the drain hidden underneath. The glass surface was slanted ever so slightly, so that the water wouldn’t be sprayed out when it was released from the top and not splash out when it reached the stones. The slow rate of the fountain and the grooves in the glass also made sure that the water would not spray of splash out. The light from the windows reflected off and was distorted by the wall of water running down the glass, fusing the colors in ways that not even I could describe.
In the center of the room was a large grand piano made of ebony wood, with ivory keys and a flawlessly maintained surface. It had obviously been played often, though it had been taken care of so well that its condition was even better than those that had never been played.
We moved back to the entryway and climbed up the stairs with smiles on our faces. Again, we started by checking out the left side of the house, moving from the split staircase and onto one of the balconies that lined the sides of the second story. The first door led to a modest guestroom with a queen-sized bed, a bureau, closet, and a personal bathroom.
The second room was the master bedroom, sitting in the front left corner of the villa, with windows looking out over Vatican Gardens. The king-sized bed had silk sheets and blankets, each with thread counts of over 800. None of which seemed to have been used. Set against the wall was a bureau filled with clothes, and in the corner were two walk-in closets. One was filled with suits, coats, shoes, and etc. The other was filled with blankets, sheets, and towels.
We walked through a door in the back of the room, stepping into the bathroom. Unlike the other rooms of the house, which had been painted with bright colors, the walls of the bathroom had been painted with deep soothing blues, and were even adorned with shells and pictures of angels.
Next to the door was a long marble counter with a wide mirror and silver sink. Beside it was the toilet, and in the back of the room was a combination of a hot tub and a shower. It was a large circular porcelain bath with a wooden foundation, water jets, and seats like a hot tub, but up above was a huge showerhead and in the corner was a drain. The showerhead was large enough to pour as much water as a fire hose. I could only assume that it was just a hot tub that could also be used for showers and bathing. Behind the hot tub was a bay window with curtains for privacy or to just control the light, and around it were candles, soaps, and oils.
Jenny and I moved to the right side of the house and opened the first door. We stepped into a vast library, with well over a thousand books on countless subjects. In the corner were two easy chairs and lamps for reading, along with towering windows to let in sunlight. The walls were wood-paneled instead of being made with plaster, between the two easy chairs was a gas fireplace (built with extra security and safety due to its surroundings), and hanging from the ceiling was a chandelier.
We stepped out of the library, walked down the balcony, and looked in the next room. The next room held a personal office with hardwood floors, blue/grey painted walls, an oak desk with a comfy office chair, windows behind the desk, and more bookshelves along the walls. I could just imagine myself sitting at that desk, using the room as my private study for any work I had.
We stepped back out onto the second-story balcony and walked to the final room. We stepped into some sort of workshop for both woodwork and metalwork. The workshop was quite large, obviously built for projects of all scales and all types, ranging from art to invention.
There was a long workbench with countless sets of tools, all perfectly arranged and organized. The workbench was covered with half-finished wood projects and dismantled clocks. Next to the workbench were shelves and drawers, filled with more tools and materials. There were several tables throughout the room, and in the back was an area for creating paintings, sculptures, and pottery. Whoever owned this house had a lot of hobbies.
As we stepped back out into the atrium of the villa, I looked through the window on the back wall and saw an outdoor balcony, looking out behind the house. There was a glass door, just barely visible to the naked eye. We stepped outside, admiring the view.
Just as we were about to go back inside, we both saw a spiral staircase in the corner of the balcony, leading up to the roof. Curious, we climbed up the rusted steps and laughed when we reached the top. The roof of the villa had been turned into a third floor with a huge swimming pool, surrounded by lawn chairs. From the roof of the villa, you got a spectacular view of the Vatican Gardens.
I stood in amazement, unable to believe how perfect the house was. But it wasn’t just the house that was amazing; it was the point in time. Here we were, two genius teenagers who couldn’t legally vote, but we were filthy rich, were members of the Illuminati, and had a grand villa in the city of Rome. This was beyond people’s wildest dreams.
Jenny shook me from my thoughts as she pushed me into the pool and then jumped in after me, laughing. I surfaced and gasped for air, but was instantly forced back down as jenny wrapped her arms around me and began kissing me. We kissed for several seconds under the water before coming back up for air, with Jenny’s arms still wrapped my neck.
Under the Italian sun and soaking wet, Jenny was breathtakingly beautiful, especially with the wide smile on her face.
“We’re home Adrian, we’re home.” She said with disbelief.
“We are Jenny, we’ve finally found our home.” I replied, kissing her.

We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon clearing out the previous owner’s food, clothes, pictures, and personal memorabilia. We wanted to keep most of the possessions, such as the art, books, and antiques, and we had all the time in the world to get rid of what we didn’t want and acquire personal possessions of our own.
After we unpacked our things, we decided to take a walk through Vatican Gardens. We strolled through the expansive park with my arm around Jenny, admiring the vast collection of beautiful plants and intricate mosaics of flowers. There was a soft breeze caressing us in the shade of the trees.
“Did you ever imagine our lives would turn out like this? Owning a villa in Rome and being rich before legally able to vote?” I asked.
“Not like this exactly, but a little similar. I always knew that you were destined for greatness, and I would dream every night of being your wife and the two of us traveling to places like this whenever we wanted.” She said dreamily.
“How long have you been dreaming that?” I asked.
“Since middle school. That was when I first noticed that you were different from everyone else. Just by looking in your melancholic eyes, I knew that you had a path that stretched away from everyone else’. Although you had resigned yourself to walking this path alone, I knew I wanted to walk it with you.
Have I ever told you that?” She hummed.
“Countless times. But I love hearing you say it.” I chuckled as I kissed her on the forehead.

We were laid out on the grass, enjoying the cool shade and watching the drifting clouds overhead. Jenny had her arm across my chest and her head on my shoulder, purring like a cat with every breath.
“You’re not the same man I fell in love with.” She suddenly said out of the blue.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’re so much different from the way you used to be. In a way, I miss your cold machine-like personality. I miss trying to understand you like a puzzle and watching you try understand me. I miss playing the game that our relationship was in the early stages. I miss looking at you and your level of brilliance like you were the summit of a mountain that I could not reach.” She said.
“Do you mean you’re unhappy?” I asked with worry.
“No, of course not!” She said, raising her head and giving me a reassuring smile and kiss.
“I’m just saying I missed the challenge, almost like the saying about how finding the treasure is half the fun. Everyone misses the early stages of their relationships, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t overjoyed with the current stage that their relationship is in.
In the early stages, I felt alone, even though I was with you. A part of me was lonely because it was hard to get you to show your feelings for me. I was happy and madly in love, but a part of me wished you were different. Then after your fight with Ben, you finally told me that you loved me, and after your dream, you were completely different than before.
Ever since your dream, I’ve felt like this is a true relationship. I can sense your feelings for me, instead of you just trying to mirror my feelings for you. I don’t feel alone in this relationship; I can feel your support and your love. I’m still amazed by you every single day, even more than I was before you trained me. I have reached the mountain summit that is your level of brilliance, and the view of the world is breathtaking. I miss the challenge of the beginning of our relationship, but I am happier and love you even more than I did then.
What was the beginning of the relationship like for you?” She said softly, putting my heart at ease.
“It was confusing, more confusing than I thought possible. Being in a relationship was like moving to a country that no one had ever heard of, starting a new life, and adopting a whole new language and set of customs. But what kept me in the relationship was curiosity and interest.
Being with you made me feel something that I hadn’t experienced in years; happiness. I hadn’t been happy since I was a little kid, and this was a new kind of happiness, one that I had never felt before. I wanted to study this happiness, I wanted to examine it, and I wanted to find out what was causing it. I wanted to find out what it was about you and being with you that was affecting me in such a way, when all other human interactions just caused annoyance.
I enjoyed the confusion, because like you said, it was a challenge. It was nostalgic to come across something that I didn’t understand and have to put work and effort into it in order for it to open up to me. You were an enigma that was so complicated, not even I could figure you out.
Eventually, I realized that while it was the challenge that made me keep coming back, I was losing my curiosity as to what was making me happy. I no longer wanted to study and examine every aspect of the relationship from a distance; I wanted to live in it. I didn’t want to answer the mystery; I wanted to embrace it.
And only when I finally lowered my defenses of trying to understand it, did the mystery finally open itself up to me. It wasn’t the challenge that was making me happy; it was you. The only challenge was the one I was creating, because I was unable to understand that you were making me happy. I had been alone for so long that my subconscious could not accept that human interaction was making me happy. It was then that I realized I loved you.” I said.
“And then you got shot in the head.” She joked, flicking the metal plate in the middle of my forehead.

Jenny and I were sitting in one of the restaurants in Rome, eating lemon pasta with grilled shrimp and lamb chops with mint pesto. Outside, the street lamps were being lit as the sun sank below the horizon. The light bounced off of the water fountains, swerving and dancing on the rough surfaces of the stone buildings and streets.
“Cheers.” We both said as we clinked our glasses together and drank lightly, savoring the taste of the wine.
“So what do you plan on doing now? We have our whole lives ahead of us and we’ve finally settled down?” I asked her as I set down my glass.
“Well, I was thinking that I could attend the university that Professor Medici teaches at. I haven’t even graduated from high school, but I’m sure Medici could pull some strings so that I’ll be accepted. There are so many things I want to study, especially since you taught me to harness my whole brain.” She said with excitement.
“What about you? I can’t imagine the Illuminati will have you actually work for them in a cubicle.” She asked.
“Well, after I build prosthetic hands for the Illuminati members, I figure I’ll go back to my old job of building and inventing, like back when I was creating surgical tools for the hospital in our town. I miss working with my hands to build new machines and I miss the physical challenges that come with a hobby.
I also want to hone a few of my skills. I was a pretty good computer hacker before we left, and I want to regain and enhance my skills. I’ll need them in order to put my plan into action.” I replied.
“So what is the next step?” She asked.
“The next step is to find the nukes. Even if the Illuminati doesn’t have the nukes, using their connections to find whoever does will be easy.” I answered, shifting sideways in my chair.
“How do you know the nukes even exist?”
“Hundreds of thousands of nukes were built by the US and Russia during the Cold War, and after the fall of the Soviet Union, a very large percentage of them completely disappeared. Since the Cold War, Russia and the US have been working together to dismantle the vast excess of atomic bombs, but it took a long time for Russia to stabilize. Atomic bombs and enriched uranium were literally up for grabs. There was even a confirmed story of a janitor taking enriched uranium in small amounts over time because he wanted to buy a new fridge for his family.”
“And after that?” Jenny asked, leaning forward with a smile.
“Then with a little work, the world will be in a palm of our hands. Once that is achieved, I shall force the nations of the world to exist in equilibrium, and I shall hand them the keys to peace.”

“Thanks Clovis.” I said as Jenny and I stepped out of the limo.
After all the wine she drank with dinner, Jenny was struggling to stay on her feet. The limo driver was holding bags of groceries we had picked up before going to restaurant. Clovis was the driver/errand boy Professor Medici had hired to work for us. But once we got settled in, I planned on letting him go.
“Of course sir, I’m paid to be at your disposal.” He replied.
“Come on honey, time for bed.” I said, hoisting Jenny up onto my shoulder.
“Put me down, I can walk!” She laughed.
“We tried that baby, remember? You almost fell into the fountain because you wanted to make love underwater.” I hummed as I opened the front doors of the villa.
“Clovis, please put the food in the refrigerator. That will be all.” I said, turning to him.
“Yes sir.” He said, making his way to the kitchen.
I carried Jenny upstairs and into the bedroom. I gently laid her down on the bed and turned on the lights. Jenny gazed at me with a look of peace on her face.
“No matter how many times I look around, I just can’t believe we’re really here. We’re home.” She murmured. I wrapped my hands around hers.
“I know, and it’s better than I ever imagined. We don’t have to run any more, we don’t have to hide, and we don’t have to constantly move every time we get comfortable. We can finally live out our lives.” I said as I kissed her hands.
Downstairs, I could hear Clovis walking out of the house and closing the doors behind him.
“I’m going to go turn out the lights. Promise me you won’t fall asleep with your clothes on.” I said softly.
“I promise.” She whispered in reply.
I got up and stepped out of the bedroom. I moved throughout the house, turning off the lights. With the only sound coming from the towering fountain in the lounge and the only light shining in from the moon and stars outside, I made my way back upstairs.
I stepped into the bedroom and smiled. Jenny was sound asleep beneath the blankets, with her clothes having been lazily tossed onto a nearby chair. Only half of her body was covered, and the rest was reflecting the light from the bedside lamp beautifully.
I sat down beside her, careful not to wake her up. Ever so gently, I stroked her golden hair and brushed my fingers against her soft cheek, admiring her beauty with a small smile on my face. Finally, I stood up, undressed, turned off the light, and climbed into bed. I wrapped my arms around Jenny and held her close, letting the warmth of her body put me to sleep.

I don’t know what time my eyes opened. The moon was slowly approaching the horizon, casting a pool of light across the floor, broken up by a net of shadows from the window frames. Jenny had woken me up, for she was gently kissing me and stroking my manhood to a full erection.
“Jenny?” I asked with a yawn.
“We never got to celebrate our new home. Don’t wake up completely; I want us to give each other our hearts while our minds are on the precipice between reality and dreams. Be gentle, my love.” She cooed, kissing me over and over again, but as gently as a falling leaf.
I wrapped my arms around her in reply and rolled over so that I was on top. I held myself over her, so tired that I could barely maintain my erection. While I kissed Jenny over and over again, I pressed the head of my cock against the soft lips of her pussy. I slowly pushed it in, but instead of a moan, Jenny just gave a soft gasp.
I began moving back and forth in the familiar rhythm, exploring the insides of Jenny’s body with my throbbing cock. But unlike the other times, I was being slow and gentle, as to Jenny’s request. We kissed over and over again, with our lips only separating for the briefest of moments.
With every gentle thrust, Jenny would give a soft hum of pleasure instead of her usual nymphomaniac moans of sexual ecstasy. But while the reply was far softer than normal, I could sense that she was enjoying it more. True to her words, with our minds on the precipice between being awake and being asleep, our physical experiences were being transformed into more powerful psychological bliss, with each feeling of euphoria traveling through our exhausted bodies and enraptured minds. I could barely feel my own body, for my mind was turning every experience into an emotional tremor.
For once, I was unable to keep track of time while Jenny and I were intimate. I could not tell the difference between seconds and minutes, as my mind would constantly switch between moving at a snail’s pace and then running at lightning speeds. I knew that it was a long time, far longer than any of our earlier sessions. My only clue was the pool of moonlight slowly moving across the room, eventually coming upon us. With her face and body illuminated by the moon, the look of bliss on Jenny’s face was unparalleled. It was as if her body was mirroring the jubilation of her mind.
At last, we both had a simultaneous orgasm. Though with my mind as tired as it was, I don’t know if what we experienced was really an orgasm. All I know is Jenny arched her back like a gymnast and gave her first moan of the night, and my body gave out and I passed out beside her. Seconds away from a deep sleep, all I could sense was the sweet smell of Jenny’s hair, and the warmth of her body as she pressed herself against me.

There were seven men and one woman facing us, with one of them being Professor Medici. Six of them were in the same state as Medici, with the youngest of the whole group no less than fifty years old. Everyone who was losing the use of their limbs had a personal doctor and assistant beside them. We were in a privately owned building, meeting the rest of the Illuminati members in Italy. The remaining members would be flying in next month.
“Mr. Ashford, Ms. Donovan, I would like to introduce you to Sybil Anniston, Wyatt Abdul, Hannibal Stewart, Howard Porter, Mort Taegan, Clancy Valdemar, and Brennan Delbert. We shall have a formal initiation next month, but I wanted to introduce you to the members in Italy.” Medici said. Jenny and I gave a quick bow of our heads, since we could not shake the members’ hands.
“This building is the Italian Illuminati headquarters. It had embassy status so that the authorities can’t attack, it offers emergency shelter and asylum, hosts teleconferences with all other members, and is one of the few locations that hold our servers.” Medici said.
“Your servers?” I asked with interest.
“Yes, we keep all of our data and information on servers in every headquarters. All the servers in an outpost will self-destruct if the building comes under attack or someone hacks our system. Come see for yourself.” Medici said.

I tried to keep my smile hidden as I walked between the long aisles of servers, all kept in a dim temperature-controlled room. Somewhere in this cyber maze was the answer I sought, and all I needed was to dig. Jenny could almost see the sparks flying in my mind.
“Once you are granted full membership of the Illuminati, you shall have access to all of the information in our archives. That is… as long as you hold up your end of the deal.” Medici said, sitting in the doorway.
“Don’t worry my friend, you shall all get what you want. I will give you back your life and make it so that you can return to teaching.” I replied.
“I hope so, because no one in this organization trusts you… at all. You’re the youngest member in the history of the Illuminati by more than two decades, you have a bloody past and an IQ that makes you capable of anything, you’ve been watching us with the same hunter’s eye as ourselves, and you extorted your way into our group. It will be a while until anyone trusts you enough to even turn their back on you.” Medici warned. I chuckled and walked towards him with Jenny beside me.
“That’s good, I was worried that no one in the Illuminati would give me a challenge if I decided to take over.” I said with a grim laugh. Unfazed, Medici had Dr. Alfonse turn his wheelchair so that he could face us.
“By the way, we have two of the things you asked for.” Medici said. On cue, Dr. Alfonse held up a suitcase and a manila envelope.
“The envelope holds scans and measurements of my arms for the procedure. The suitcase holds royalty payments from your bank account, unlocked by our hackers. Now you have everything you asked for, it’s time to hold up your end of the deal.” Medici said dryly.
“But of course. In one week’s time, you shall be given new hands. And before the formal initiation, all of the other members with your disease will be granted the same gift.” I said as I looked in the suitcase. There had to be at least ten million dollars in the case. Jenny and I turned and walked away, and once we were out of earshot, Jenny leaned over.
“All according to plan.” She whispered coyly.

Part 9:

“Ok, put that laser engraving system over there.” I said to Clovis in the villa’s workshop. As Clovis moved the engraving system with a hand-truck, Jenny stepped in with a crate in her arms.
“The materials you ordered have come in, where should I put them?” She asked.
“Fantastic. Just put them on a table.” I said, lying down under the workbench.
I was installing the system of computers that I would be using to control my most advance power tools. They included a laser engraving system, a 3D scanner (not a 3D projector, this isn’t Iron Man), and even my own Adroid. The workshop was being updated with new machinery and tools, all top of the line and able to perform with surgical precision. The computer system had several monitors all built in a semicircular formation on the workbench, and could be given voice commands.
It was early in the morning, and everything I had ordered had finally arrived. The workshop was filled with open boxes and crates.
“Alright, I’m finally equipped to begin production.” I said with excitement as I got out from under the workbench and stood up.
“Great, I can’t wait to see how far you get. I got to go, my first class at the university is going to start soon.” Jenny said before giving me a kiss on the cheek and grabbing her purse. Until she had been caught up with the public classes, she would be meeting with a private tutor.
“I’ll see you tonight.” I replied. She gave me another kiss and walked out. I turned to Clovis.
“That will be all.” I said. He nodded and left me alone. I walked back to the workbench and sat down in the comfy new office chair.
“Oh how I missed this.” I said with a small smile as I turned on the computer system.
All of the monitors lit up, and with them came all of the power tools hooked up to the system. Before doing anything, I turned on the computer’s voice command system. I reached into the manila folder that I had been given at the Illuminati headquarters and pulled out a flashdrive. It held the measurements and scans of Medici’s arms. I plugged it into the computer modem and a flashdrive symbol appeared in the bottom-right corner of the monitor in front of me.
“Open extension: Flashdrive 1. Download all files.” I ordered.
A folder window opened up and all of the files were quickly downloaded.
“Upload files to desktop.” I said calmly and clearly.
A different scan of Medici’s arms appeared on every computer monitor, granting me measurements, muscle structure, rate of degeneration, and all of the information I required. There was just one more thing I needed. I reached into one of the open boxes and pulled out a CD case that I had ordered. On the cover was a diagram of the human body, and written on the disk inside was a software application holding a 3D diagram of the human body and a whole library’s worth of medical information. I put in the disk and the symbol from the box appeared on the main screen.
“Open extension: Human Map Disk. Download all files.” I ordered.
For several minutes, the computer downloaded the vast amount of data on the human body. While the information was secured on the modem, I opened up the box of materials Jenny had brought in. It was filled with solid blocks of lightweight metals, fiberglass, and very durable plastics. Along with the pure materials, I had also ordered countless small parts for the internal mechanisms of the hand, such as screws, hinges, gears, cogs, springs, and countless other clockwork ingredients, all so small that they needed to be installed with tweezers.
“Open file on 3D Sketch: Human Map<Right Arm<Bone.” I said as I sat back down. On one of the monitors, a 3D diagram of a human right arm appeared made only of bones.
“Synchronize Data: Medici File 1.” I said.
Taking measurements from the scans Medici supplied, the application 3D Sketch began adjusting the bone sizes of the 3D images from the Human Map files, creating a detailed copy of the bone frame of Medici’s right arm.
“Copy file: Human Map<Right Arm<Bone (Altered). Save to Desktop.” I ordered. The computer copied the image and saved it, making it so that I could create another version later.
“Monitor 5: Open 3D Sketch Tools: Scalpel.” I said.
On the computer screen, the cursor turned into a miniature scalpel.
“Now the real fun begins…” I said as I put my hand on the mouse.
For the next several hours, I worked tirelessly on the computer, carving away at the bones of the digital hand with the scalpel, almost as if I were whittling down a wooden hand. I was carving down gaps in the digital finger joints, hollowing them out for the mechanisms I would be installing. The bones of the virtual hand would be carved out of the plastic I had ordered with the laser engraving system. Now I needed to digitally create the mechanisms.
With all of the miniscule clockwork parts I had ordered, I moved my chair over to the 3D scanner and opened it up. The interior of the scanner was lined with reflective glass, with laser transmitters and receivers behind every pane. Once the machine was activated, the box would be filled by infrared light, being shined on and bouncing off every object inside. Once the data was received, 3D digital copies would be created on the computer and I could combine them with my digital hand.
I poured the pieces into the scanner case and spread them out, making sure that the light from the lasers would be able to reach every angle of every piece.
“Activate 3D Scanner.” I ordered.
The computer followed my command and the 3D Scanner turned on, instantly filling the case with light. The lasers behind the panes of glass were moving back and forth, scanning every exposed micrometer of surface area. The receivers of the scanners recorded the light bouncing off and being absorbed by the pieces, and a grid with all of the pieces was brought up on one of the monitors. Every gear tooth, screw groove, and piece size was recorded in flawless detail.
Using the mouse, I began moving the pieces around and putting them together into the actual mechanism. It was difficult to get a sense of perspective with just the mouse and screen, but I needed to create the hand digitally before I could make it in real life. The computer’s software was top of the line, with detailed compensation for the laws of nature and physics. If the hand wouldn’t work in real life, then it wouldn’t work on the computer.
I put together the mechanism with the utmost care and detail, making sure that it would be able to fit into the hollow spaces in the bones of the digital hand. Every gear, cog, screw, hinge, spring, and wire was arranged with the same precision as the creation of a Rolex watch. I made sure that the inner metal mechanism fit inside the outer plastic casing down to the smallest millimeter, ensuring that the fingers would move without being jammed or stopped by friction.
By the time I was done, it was late in the afternoon and Jenny would be coming back from the university. I stood up and stretched, sore from sitting in one position for so long. I looked down at the computer screen. The digital blueprint for the right hand was completed, far faster than I first anticipated.

Jenny stepped through the front door and was greeted by music. With a small smile on her face, she stepped into the lounge where I was playing the piano. The afternoon sun was shining through the colored glass windows, radiating with a vast cascade of different colors and hues, all blurred and mixed together after being reflected off the water fountain on the other side of the room.
Jenny stood behind me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me on the top of the head.
“How was your day?” I asked, continuing to play.
“Wonderful. My tutor couldn’t believe how smart I was, I had him staring in disbelief in just twenty minutes. He said that with my intelligence, I will be able to learn in one week what it took three months for everyone else to learn. I can’t wait to start the real classes.” She said giddily. As she sat down beside me on the bench, she winced.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“Yeah, I just stretched the wrong way this morning and the chair that I was sitting in didn’t help.” She said, trying to work the tension out of her neck and back.
“I know the perfect way to take care of that.” I replied.

A gentle breeze wafted through the den from the open windows as Jenny and I watched TV. We were figuring out the channels, arranging the TV settings, and looking for any interesting shows and stations. Almost everything was in Italian, so while we needed subtitles, we would be able to learn the language before the end of the week.
“Ok, so take off your shirt.” I said.
With a coy smile of her face, Jenny unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra. She winced from her tight muscles as she removed her shirt and lingerie, but teasingly kept her breasts hidden from me. She laid down on couch and looked back at me.
I leaned over and placed my hands on her shoulders, squeezing them softly. Jenny hummed in pleasure at my touch as I gave another squeeze, easing a bit of the tension out of her muscles. I began massaging her shoulders, working my fingers as if I was preparing dough for baking.
I could feel every muscle, vein, and tendon beneath her soft skin with just the tips of my fingers and the slightest bit of pressure. I eased her tight muscles with little more than a soft press and the warmth of my hands. I moved my hands from her shoulders to the sides of the base of her neck, rubbing the tension away.
As I moved my hands down her back, Jenny hummed in bliss. With the soft breeze from the windows gently kissing her body, the smell of flowers from the gardens outside swirling around the room, the cool leather of the couch against her chest, and the warmth of my hands as I took her pain away, she could not help but purr like an affectionate cat.
With my hands on the middle of her back, I could feel her heart beating and the expansion of her lungs with each soft breath. I was fixated on the beauty of her flesh, from its softness that was on par with flower petals to the flawless shade of tan. It was less like I was giving her a back massage and more like sculpting molten bronze into a statue of a goddess.
I pushed my hands up the sides of her back, working out the tension like wet cement beneath a steamroller. Jenny’s whole body stretched in jubilation as the muscles in her back expanded from the blissful pressure and warmth. Not stopping the motion, I brought my hands back up to her shoulders and squeezed, completing the circuit of pleasure.
I moved my hands down once again, pressing down on the sides of her spine with my thumbs. As I reached her lower back, my hands separated and I moved the pressure to her hips. I moved my hands up and down, massaging each muscle while I leaned forward a kissed every square inch of her back and neck.
Very slowly, I hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of her skirt and slowly down. Jenny giggled coyly as I pulled away the skirt, revealing her round tight ass. Her blue panties were barely holding the curved cheeks.
I pulled off her skirt and continued bringing my hands down her body, massaging her smooth thighs. I ran my hands down her long legs and began rubbing her feet. Jenny moaned as I pressed down on the muscles, working out tension that she had never even knew existed.
“Oh Adrian, you are a god.” She groaned.
The pressure from my hands nearly caused the sinew strands of her muscles to come undone, almost like a tight sneaker opening up and stretching once it’s laces were undone. The strain I was taking away had been with her for so long that she had never even noticed it, but now the feeling of it being taken away was almost orgasmic.
“Did you know that the nerve endings in your feet affect every area of your body? Different areas of your foot stimulate different parts of your body if that area itself is stimulated. For instance, pressing here affects your spine…” I said as I pressed down on the inner-sides of her feet.
“Doing this affects your sinuses…” I said as I ever so gently bent back her toes, just enough to stretch the muscles but not enough to make her uncomfortable.
“And I can even…” I began as I squeezed the front of the bases of her feet.
Jenny’s whole body jerked as an erotic shiver ran through her pussy. The area I had touched affected the genital area, and because Jenny was completely in tune with her body, she had actually felt the stimulation, which otherwise would have not been noticed.
I squeezed again and Jenny gave a soft moan. She reached underneath her body and I could tell she had just slipped her hand into her panties. I continued to massage that area of her feet, causing Jenny to roll onto her back so that she could rub her pussy with more ease. Her nearly naked body caught the dim light from the windows brilliantly and her firm breasts refused to droop to the sides.
As I rubbed her feet, Jenny would stroke her pussy with a soft moan, desperate to both augment the uncontrolled stimulation and to almost stop it, as if it were a hand tickling her and she was trying to grab it. Her panties were wet with arousal within seconds, her chest heaved with every deep breath she took, she was blushing all over, and her moan was becoming more and more shrill as I shocked her nerves again and again.
Finally, she shrieked and held onto the couch for dear life as she had a climactic orgasm, soaking her panties with pussy juice. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath with her whole body trembling. While she recovered, I took off my clothes and crouched down, with my face just inches from her soaking wet cunt.
I held myself steady, sampling the sweet smell wafting from the lips. After a few seconds, I reached out and flicked my tongue between the lips of her cunt, sending a bolt of electricity through Jenny’s body. I licked again, savoring the orgasmic juices that oozed onto my tongue.
Jenny gave a loud moan, running one hand through my hair and her other hand through her own. With my own hand, I inserted my index and middle finger inside her pussy, exploring her body with both my fingers and my tongue. Jenny could not help but moan as I pressed every unexplored corner of her hot slippery cunt with my tongue, licking up the juices and humming to further stimulate her.
It didn’t take much to force Jenny over the edge. She had a second orgasm after just a minute of licking and my face was coated in juices. I began moving up, covering her flat stomach and chest in kisses and wrapping my tongue around her nipples, sucking on them with gusto. As I licked her tits, Jenny reached down and began stroking my throbbing cock, making sure that it was as erect as possible.
I brought myself up to her face and pressed my lips against hers, kissing her softly. Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and wrapped it around my own. As we kissed, I pushed my dick up into Jenny’s cunt, but Jenny’s reactive moan was unable to escape our kiss.
Thrusting with only my lower body, I drove my manhood into Jenny over and over again, stretching her pussy as far as it could go. Jenny gripped my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist, moaning shrilly as I rammed her. With every thrust, Jenny’s large breasts would bounce and roll against my chest.
Jenny had to pull her lips from mine, because she could not moan and kiss me at the same time. She rested her chin on my shoulder, moaning and gasping in my ear as I thrust my cock into her wet cunt so fast and so hard that the clapping our flesh could he heard all throughout the house.
Finally, we both had a simultaneous orgasm, splashing even more genetic material on the couch. I pulled my quickly deflating penis out of Jenny and laid down beside her, kissing her beautiful body as we both tried to catch our breath.
“Nothing like a happy ending after a massage.” Jenny said with a smile as she rolled over and kissed me.

“So what are you studying at the university?” I asked as Jenny and I prepared dinner. There were several cookbooks, spice jars, and ingredients sprawled out across the counter and island table.
“Philosophy, psychology, art/history, quantum and astrophysics, engineering, applied sciences, and botany.” She replied while stirring the shrimp she was grilling in a skillet for Peppered Shrimp Alfredo.
“Botany? I didn’t know you were interested in plants.” I said with a smile as I marinated focaccia bread with olive oil for chicken and sun-dried tomato bruschetta.
“Well after I graduate, I’m hoping that maybe I could work at a botanical garden, open up a flower shop, or even create a line of perfumes.” She said excitedly.
“Well we have enough money to bring any dream you have into reality. I can just imagine you running a flower shop in the beautiful city of Rome. I’ll always know where to go if I want to bring you a bouquet of roses.” I said with a smile.
“What about you? Are you ever going to go to college?” She asked.
“I don’t think so. I’ve already done enough reading in my free time to qualify for five different degrees.” I shrugged.
“I guess, plus I figure you’ll already be busy ruling the world.” She said as she kissed me on the cheek.

After an early dinner, Jenny and I sat out on the balcony and watched the sunset. We were each holding a cup of decaf coffee that was more smooth and delicious than hot cocoa. We breathed deeply, savoring the fresh cool air of the evening and the cascade of aromas from the Vatican Gardens.
Once starlight replaced sunlight, we climbed up the spiral staircase and stepped onto the roof, where the illuminated pool was waiting for us. We took off our clothes and dove in, swimming laps around each other and enjoying the feeling of the cool water. We would have made love in the pool… but we had to swim in this water. You don’t crap where you eat and you don’t cum where you swim. Those are words we can all follow.

We were in the hot tube/shower of the master bedroom’s bathroom, washing off the chlorine from the pool. We were on the porcelain floor with me on my knees and Jenny on all fours. I had my hands on her hips and was plowing her asshole with my throbbing cock, ramming her as hard and fast as I could. Jenny had her face buried in her elbow like a pillow and was using her other hand to rub her pussy.
“Oh god Adrian, that feels so good! Don’t stop darling, don’t stop!” She moaned in ecstasy.
The torrential downpour of hot water bombarded us endlessly as I rammed her over and over again. The clapping of my thighs against her round ass was louder than the shower and her tight anus was squeezing my manhood like a vice grip. But regardless of the tightness, I was able to drive my cock up in her without any trouble.
After ten minutes of violation, I emptied my entire semen reserves in her asshole, ejaculating so many times so quickly that I lost count. I pulled out my aching cock, which was deflating by twenty percent every second. Jenny and I passed out and I wrapped my arm around her.
“Thanks for that, I know you’re a little shy when we’re… overly… physical.” She said coyly before kissing me.
“It’s funny, with other couples, this conversation happens with the genders switched.” I chuckled. Jenny laughed and kissed me again.
“Funny that the man I fell in love with, the man who at one time was more robot than human, is now so emotional. I love you so much Adrian, I love that you love me, and I love that you know how to love me.” She said, wrapping her fingers around my placid cock.
“I just want to make you happy; emotionally and physically.” I replied.
“Well you sure are good at that.” She laughed as she climbed on top of me.
“Do you want me to carry you back to bed? I know that anal makes you lose feeling in your legs.” I asked as I ran my hands along her beautiful body.
“Yes please, but not yet. I want to stay in the shower a little longer and clean myself off. I don’t want to go to bed with my ass filled with sperm.” She said, making me laugh.

Once Jenny had washed up, I put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and picked her up. I carried her back to the bedroom and laid her down in the bed. I went back to turn off the lights and shower, then climbed into bed beside Jenny and wrapped my arm around her. Jenny turned off the bedside lamp, pressed herself against me, and we fell asleep.

It was the third day of my work and the designing phase was completed. I had finished the blueprints for both the left and right prosthetic arms, and now I could finally begin assembling and production. I had a block of durable plastic secured in a moveable brace in the laser engraving system, and the blueprints for the right prosthetic shell was on the computer’s main monitor.
“Activate laser engraving system.” I ordered.
The computer did as it was told and initiated the engraving. The machine kicked to life and the brace holding the plastic lock began shifting in controlled movements while the laser carved away thin strips. As the laser shaped the hand’s plastic shell, I went to work putting together the internal mechanism.
Using tweezers and a mounted magnifying glass, I began assembling the fingers of the hand. The metal pieces were as lightweight and mass efficient as possible, ensuring that the hand’s weight would be no more than absolutely necessary.
Like a real hand, there were three joints; the carpal joints, the proximal phalanges joints, and the intermediate phalanges joints. The joints of each finger were similar to links in a bike chain, but the links were put under tension with elastic strips to that the fingers would always return to a straight formation when not in use.
Each pivot had a metal gear with two wire loops around it, one to the previous gear and one to the next gear. If one wire loop were pulled, it would turn the gear in the joint, which would pull the other loop, which would turn the next gear, and so on. However, each gear was larger than the one before it. The wires on the carpal joints did not form a loop, for they were linked to the mechanism that would control the fingers.
Each joint acted like the gear system on a bicycle. When the wire on one of the carpal joints was pulled, the proximal phalanges section of that finger would move, and the wire loop on the joint would turn, causing the next section to move by pulling on the wire. But since the gear on each joint was larger than the previous one, the wire being pulled would cause less of a full rotation and the next section would bend less than the previous one.
Once all of the fingers were built, I secured them to the palm and added the thumb. The thumb had a similar pulley system, but instead of causing the digit to fold up, it pulled it towards the middle of the palm. With the five digits complete, I began to reinforce them. I reinforced the braces, added more gears, strengthened the wires, and made sure that the prosthetic could handle most of the strain that a regular hand would experience.
Once the hand itself was created, I constructed the part of the forearm that would be amputated. Inside of the palm and forearm, I placed five of the smallest electric motors money could buy. Each one had a switch that would turn a small wheel when pulled. The wheels could only make a quarter rotation and go no further, and the wires from the carpal joints were all hooked up to the wheels.
In the forearm, I put three small lithium batteries that would power the electric motors. It was what would charge the batteries that was pure genius. The whole time I worked, the laser engraving system carved out the prosthetic hand and forearm, with the brace constantly adjusting and flipping it over so that the laser could reach any spot at any angle.
At last, the carving was done. I pulled out the prosthetic hand, which had been cut up into all the joints and pieces. I brought them back to the workbench and put together the hand, creating metal joints for the plastic casing to take all unnecessary strain off of the mechanisms. Once the two hands were completed, I joined them together, locking the mechanism into the plastic shell.
Hanging out of the forearm were wires leading to the tiny electric motors. With my hands shaking with excitement, I pulled on the wires. The switch on each motor was pulled, and they in turn pulled on the wires in each finger joint. Each joint did as it was supposed to, rotating less than the one before it and ensuring that the hand didn’t close into a premature fist. I balled the hand and opened it back up, feeling the elastic strips in the joints pulling the fingers back into a rigid shape. I flexed each individual digit, admiring my creation. After only one try, it was flawless. The fingers didn’t lock up, none of the plastic shells were loose, and each movement was easily controlled.
“It’s beautiful.” I heard.
I turned around in surprise and was face to face with Jenny. I didn’t even hear her come in. I had lost all track of time and hadn’t even noticed the hours flying by.
“I can’t believe you created that, it is an absolute work of art.” She said proudly.
“Thank you, I almost want to chop off my hand so that I can be the one to use it.” I joked.
“Come out onto the balcony, I think there is something you’ll enjoy.” She whispered in my ear.

“I love it when it get’s like this, I absolutely love it.” I said in amazement as I looked up into the sky.
A huge thunderstorm was moving over Vatican City, with clouds almost as dark as night. There was a crystal-clear border around the storm, with sunlight shining down from the clear sky in the distance. The clouds were a mixture of dark blues, violets, and greys, all shifting and swirling with incredible speed and beauty. Watching the spiraling banks of the clouds was like watching an explosion of colorful smoke in slow motion. It almost looked like the sky itself was falling and the cloud was so close that you could send ripples through it with a bottle rocket. The combination of darkness and light and the endless swirling of deep colors were so beautiful that no human art could ever compare to it. It almost looked like a watercolor painting made by a god.
“I love summer storms, they are just so beautiful. They are almost passionate.” I said with a smile on my face. I had to speak loudly, for there was a powerful wind blowing across the landscape, and every tree in Vatican Gardens was rustling loudly in the breeze. The breeze was so fresh and moist that it was like breathing in a lovely perfume.
Standing behind me, Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I love them too. I used to think our home in Maine had the most beautiful storms, but here in Rome, it is absolutely breathtaking.” She said.
As the words passed her lips, it began to pour like a hurricane. Thick heavy drops fell from the sky, slamming down on us like hailstones. The drops felt like they were as large as shot-glass servings. Jenny and I quickly rushed inside as the rain picked up, spraying Vatican Gardens like a fire hose.
Jenny and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the library. We were sitting in the two lounge chairs, drinking delicious coffee and watching the sheets of rain slam against the vast window before us. Halfway through her coffee, Jenny got up and moved over to me. She sat down in my lap and I wrapped my arm around her.
“This is so nice.” We both said at the same time.

“Greetings gentlemen.” I said as I sat down at the dining room table. Professor Medici and Dr. Alfonse were sitting at the other side.
“I trust that the prosthetics have been built and are ready?” Medici asked as politely as possible.
“Of course, I created a deadline and I am a man of my word. While they are ready for use, I want to make it clear that they are not waterproof and shouldn’t be used for strenuous activities. They are durable enough for you to drive, write, type, teach, and even cook. But heavy-lifting such as carrying multiple books at once or moving furniture will break them. If you would like, I can build another set that will be safe for use while wet and much more durable, however it will take time and they will be heavy.” I said.
“I would greatly appreciate it. However, I would prefer to first become used to the ones you have prepared. May I see them?” He asked.
“Of course.” I said. I reached under the table and brought up the two prosthetics. I could see looks of amazement in the men’s eyes.
“Take a look for yourselves. I call them the mechthetics.” I said as I handed them over.
Using Alfonse’ hands in place of his own, Medici inspected the mechthetics carefully. He examined every joint and detail, though the plastic shell held the mechanism’s secrets.
“Each finger is controlled by a tiny electric motor, with lithium batteries powering them. Connected to each motor is a wire that will activate it. Once we amputate your arms, I will secure the wires to the tendons which formerly controlled your fingers.” I said.
“But if you plan on using my tendons to control the mechanisms, why do we need the electric motors? Can’t I just move the fingers with the tendons themselves?” Medici asked.
“I wish it were that simple. While they hold muscles to bones and allow us to move, tendons can be very delicate, especially if they are outside of the body. In your hands, your tendons are kept moist and are continuously regenerated, plus they work with your muscles to operate your body. The fingers of the mechthetics lack those muscles, so if you tried to use these, your tendons alone would feel the pure strain of the muscles.
I plan on hooking your tendons up to the wires controlling the electric motors, while making sure that they stay in your arm. In order to do this, I will sterilize the wires, create a protective shell around your tendons, and secure them while making sure the wires won’t just cut through the tendons given enough time. I’ll also apply lids to your arms that will keep your body sealed off, as you would receive with any prosthetics.”
“You said that the electric motors were powered by lithium batteries, well what charges the batteries?” Alfonse asked.
“That is the most ingenious part of the design…” I said as I held up to plastic disks.
They were the lids that would be secured in Medici’s arms after his hands would be amputated. There were five small holes around the center with plastic membranes, the wires connected to the tendons would pass through these holes, but the membranes were tight enough to make sure dirt and contaminates would stay out.
With each disk, there were three wires protruding out of one sides that would be hooked up to the lithium batteries, but over thirty long strands protruding from the other side.
“These strands are made of a thermoelectric material. That means that they absorb heat and convert it to electricity. I’ll run these strands through your arms and they will convert your body heat into usable energy, constantly charging the batteries.
I know that you are very concerned as to how safe this operation will be. I assure you that not only is it perfectly safe, but the benefits of these replacement hands are impossible to ignore.”

Medici was unconscious on a table in a surgical room of the local hospital. Alfonse had just finished removing the dead half of Medici’s right arm and was following all of my instructions. Jenny was beside me and we were both wearing surgical scrubs. On a stainless steel tray next to the surgical cot were five short plastic tubes bent into U’s and the lid with the thermoelectric cords that would act as a plug on the stump.
“Ok, I need you to cut away some of the muscles around the ends of the tendons. The tendons will be threaded through those tubes and we need to make room. Tubes like these are used to replace heart valves, so they’ll easily be able to protect his tendons when we hook them up to the wires.” I said.
Alfonse did as he was told and cut away thin strips of muscles at the stump around the tendons. He then threaded them through the plastic tubes and tied them back on themselves. With them looped through, the tendons length was shortened and they were tucked in the arm.
“Good, now thread the wires from the mechthetic through the small slits in the lid and tie them to the plastic tubes. Before we secure the lid to the bones, make several incisions up along his arm and insert the thermoelectric cords. They will draw in heat and convert it into energy.” I said.
“How do you know that his body won’t just reject the cords or try to destroy them with antibodies?” Jenny whispered in my ear.
“While this may be grim, he’ll die before his immune system can do anything about them. He’s immune system will never be able to damage the cords enough for them to stop working or fully reject and expel the cords.
These hands are actually just prototypes. I would have built better ones if I had more time and my clients were younger. The risk of the damage these mechthetics could inflict on the arms and tendons and the risk of infection being caused by the openings in the lids make it incredibly dangerous.
I plan on creating better and safer versions eventually.” I replied, speaking very softly so that Alfonse could not hear.
Once Alfonse finished running the cords through the incisions along Medici’s arm, he bolted the lid to the bones in his forearm and secured it to the stump. With the wires connected to the tendons and threaded through the tight plastic membranes of the lid, they were hooked up to the switches of the electric motors. The mechthetic was locked into place on the lid and the procedure for the right arm was complete. Now there was only the left.
“Ok, I know how to do this on my own. You two may leave.” Alfonse said. Jenny and I stood up.
“Good, call us after he tries out the new hands. If he finds them satisfactory, I’ll begin production for the rest of the Illuminati members that have his disease.” I said.

Jenny and I were lying in bed after having a big dinner. Jenny was reading a textbook for school, but with her mental prowess, she would flip the page once every seven seconds. I was using my laptop to maneuver through comment sections of political articles and crush Internet trolls. Hunting trolls and literarily incinerating them was a very entertaining hobby; it let me hone my arguing skills, it killed time, and I was performing a valuable service to the online community.
As I posted another scathing and witty reply to a troll’s inappropriate and offensive comment, my cell phone began to vibrate and shake on the bedside table.
“Hello?” I asked, already knowing who it was.
“Ah, Adrian, it’s Professor Medici.” A raspy voice said.
“I imagine you’re holding the phone on your own.” I asked. Both Jenny and I gained a smile.
“That is correct, your mechthetics work like a dream. There is a little friction with the wires and I’m still trying to get used to it, but they are phenomenal.” He said.
“The friction is from the thick plastic membranes in the holes of the lids. They had to be tight around the wires to keep contaminants from getting into your arm. I’m sure that Anthony will be able to find you a sterilizing lubricant that you can apply to the wires.” I said.
“Well I’ve already contacted the other members, and after telling them about my new hands, they are desperate for mechthetics of their own. Once they get their new hands, you and Ms. Donovan shall be made full members of the Illuminati.”
“Thank you for the news. I shall begin production tomorrow.” I said before turning off the phone.
“All according to plan, huh?” Jenny asked with a smile.
“All according to plan darling.” I replied.

For the rest of the month, I built mechthetics for all of the crippled Illuminati. The instant one was created, one of the members would snap it up like the first hyena to a fresh kill. With Alfonse and myself providing instructions, personal doctors were attaching them to their clients the second one was in their possession. Jenny helped me whenever she could, building the mechthetics beside me. It was nice having a project we could work on together.
Once all of the members had been outfitted with their replacement hands, they began preparing the initiation ceremony in the Vatican City Illuminati outpost.

A silver Ferrari came to a halt in a parking lot, filled with similar sports cars and limos. The entire parking lot was hidden beneath a vast canvas tent for privacy. The passenger-side door opened and a woman stepped out with her high-healed shoe. Her red sequin dress had a slit running up her smooth tan thigh and her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun.
I stepped out of the driver door and stood up. I was dressed in a tuxedo with a rose in my breast pocket. I looked over to Jenny and she gave me a coy smile. I smiled in return and walked over. With her clinging to my arm, we made out way to the Illuminati building.

The Black Tie event was filled with Illuminati members from all across the globe. Most of the caterers and waiters were high-ranking Freemasons, hired because they had already been sworn to secrecy as to the identity and existence of their superiors. A regular catering service and even regular Freemasons couldn’t be trusted.
Security was extremely tight; members and agents were searched for listening devices, radios, and transmitters, and everyone in the building had been brought inside with their faces hidden so that no one could identify them. It was impossible to tell how many enemies the Illuminati had and everyone had to be protected.
Regardless of the prison-like security, the mood in the building was light. Here, the most powerful and intelligent people were talking, laughing, making business deals, and socializing as friends. Among everyone, members with my mechthetics were the celebrities. While they were still in wheelchairs, they had mastered use of their new limbs. Everyone wanted to shake their hands and see them in action.
Jenny and I received harsh glares and faux manners from most of the people we talked to. Many members thought we were a pair of rich kids who had bought their way into one of the most secret and powerful groups in the world. But after seeing my work with the mechthetics and learning of our IQ levels, their view of use changed. We went from conniving teenagers to young prodigies.

“Many people believe that the Illuminati control the stock markets, but I believe otherwise. The fluctuations are too illogical.” Jenny said. She was speaking with a Canadian businessman who ran a vast pharmaceutical company. She had no problem showing off her intelligence to the adults.
“So you think that changes in value are just random occurrences?” He asked, obviously impressed.
“Oh heavens no. Humans may not control it, but it is not random. If you compare the histories of different national stocks, you will find an algorithmic pattern. It’s pretty complicated, it took me over ten minutes to figure it out. I don’t know if it’s a random computer encryption created by the accumulation of bits of scrambled data, but half of the world stock market is controlled by some force that is unaffected by human involvement.” She said smugly. I tried to keep my smile hidden, but even my will wasn’t strong enough.
“But if you were able to figure it out with your genius intelligence, then isn’t it more likely that someone of equal intelligence created it?” The businessman asked.
“If someone was controlling the stock market, they wouldn’t use a pattern. They would keep it random so that no one could figure it out and no one else could make a profit off of it. With a random sequence, only a handful of people or even just one will know what will happen next and can use that information in their favor.” She said.
“Come on honey, stop bragging.” I laughed. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around, facing Dr. Alfonse.
“It’s time.” He said. I nodded and wrapped my hand around Jenny’s.
We followed Dr. Alfonse to a stage in the back of the main hall. My “clients” were seated at a two-part banquet table on the stage with a podium between them. On the podium was a laptop computer with a USB surge protector. As Jenny and I climbed up the stairs and onto the stage, Medici began clinking his empty wine glass against one of the exposed pieces of metal in his left mechthetic. The whole room instantly fell silent, with all eyes on us. Medici pulled his wheelchair out from behind the table and retrieved one of the microphones. The whirring and clicking of his hand was picked up and emitted through all of the speakers in the room.
“Greetings, my fellow People of the Light. As many of you know, I Professor Medici and I have been a member of this glorious organization for almost twenty years. It is a rare occasion that so many of us risk being in one place at one time, almost always for an initiation. I sure we all remember our own initiations. This however, will be a very special one.
We are welcoming two new members, neither of which has even left adolescents. Under normal circumstances, we would never associate ourselves with such young individuals. However, I believe we should make an exception. Not only are they two of the smartest people in a room full of geniuses, but they have much to offer. Adrian and Jenny have given several of us our lives back. Thanks to them, I can go back to teaching.
I believe that these two are a sign that this next generation has a chance of surpassing us. But enough of an old man jabbering on, I would like to introduce our replacements; Adrian Ashford and Jenny Donovan…” He said, motioning to us. Many of the Illuminati members stood like grim statues, but most applauded as we stepped up to the podium.
Medici reached under the podium and pulled out a rosewood box. He opened it up, revealing two USB keys on a bed of velvet. They were each gold plated and had a small black screen.
“As members you will gain access to the greatest power in the world; knowledge. Before the digital age, new members were given keys to our libraries. Now that our archives are stored on connected servers, we can grant you safer access. These USB keys will hook up any computer to our archives and they hold the most accurate retinal scanners, ensuring that only you and you alone will be able to use them.
Adrian Ashford and Jenny Donovan, do you swear to work with and for the Illuminati for the rest of your lives? Do you swear to follow any order or mission assigned to you by the Illuminati? Do you swear to put your lives on the line for the protection of knowledge and the betterment of the human race? Do you swear to use your power and the power of the Illuminati for only good and to only act in the face of extinction? Under punishment of death, do you swear?” He asked us.
“We swear.” Jenny and I both said.
Medici nodded and opened the laptop on the podium. He plugged in the two USB keys along with his own. The glass panels of all three were lit up and Medici held his face over his own. A beam of light shined in his eye for several seconds and a window opened up on the computer. On the window were two buttons with the word ‘RECORD’. Using his USB key, he activated the other two and set them up to receive user data.
“Hold your faces above the keys and they’ll record your retinal patterns.” Medici instructed.
Jenny went first, holding her face over her key the way Medici had. A beam of light shined up from the pane of glass and into her eye. After a few seconds, the beam of light ceased and the key deactivated. I did the same with the other key and our retinal patterns were recorded. Medici pulled out the keys and handed them to us.
“By the power of enlightenment and for the sake of the human race, I welcome you to the Illuminati.” He said. We took the keys and again, (almost) every one applauded.

As Jenny and I stepped into our Ferrari, Medici rolled up to us in his wheelchair. He placed his prosthetic hand on the driver-side door.
“We’ll be expecting more from you, as long as you’re with the Illuminati, we’ll be expecting more from you.” He said sternly. After he rolled away, Jenny and I climbed back into the Ferrari and drove away.
“Poor fools.” Jenny chuckled.
“If only they knew that they were in the palm of hour hands.” I replied with the same maniacal tone.

Jenny and I were lying in bed with my laptop between us. Jenny’s USB key was plugged in and we were reading the files from the Illuminati archives.
“No… fucking… way…” Jenny said in disbelief. I couldn’t believe it either.
“THAT’S what landed in Roswell?!” I exclaimed.
“How does something like that even land and make a crater? Who would take that off the ground?!“ Jenny said with her hands over her face.
“You just can’t un-learn stuff like that… you can’t forget that stuff…” I sighed.
“Let’s see who killed Kennedy.” Jenny said as she scrolled through the files. She opened up the Kennedy assassination file and we instantly burst into laughter.
“Is that a man or woman?!” Jenny laughed.
“I don’t know, people have been trying to figure it out for years. He… she… it… has always been the one that the paparazzi could not get. Who would have thought?” I asked with a smile.
“Reality really is the greatest joke.” Jenny said.
“I know, you just can’t write this stuff. You really can’t write this stuff.” I replied.
As we scrolled through the archives, our eyes both fell on the same file, labeled SOVIET NUCLEAR BOMBS. Jenny grabbed my hand and held it tightly, for both our hands were shaking. I opened the file and we read the wall of text as fast as we could. We reached the end of the document and both gave a shaky sigh.
“So that’s where they are.” I said softly.
“You were right, they do exist.” Jenny said, looking at me with disbelief.
“And they’re all within reach, thousands of nuclear weapons up for grabs.” I said.
“So what now?”
“Now I need time. I know where they are, I can get them any time, and they will still be operational. Handling and distributing these weapons in the right way and with the right timing will require surgical precision. One false move and the plan will shatter and the whole world with it. I have to take every preventative measure possible, and even then, the chances of failure will be phenomenal.” I replied.
“I know you can do it. You are one of the smartest –if not the smartest- man in the world. If there is anyone who can do this, it is you.” Jenny said reassuringly.
“Thank you Jenny. With you at my side, success is guaranteed. Soon my love, we shall deliver the world to peace.”

Part 10:

It had been five years since the initiation ceremony and my plans were coming along without flaw. For employment, I designed and invented new machines for everything from surgery to energy production. Under the cover of medical companies that the Illuminati controlled, I raked in millions of dollars every month.
After graduating from the Pontifical Gregorian University, Jenny opened up her own flower shop, just as she had always dreamed. She even had her own line of perfumes. Using her degrees in botany and engineering, she studied the anatomy of plants and learned to make them thrive, discovered optimal conditions for each species, and even discovered new uses for plants. She created ways to derive electricity from plants, crossbreed different species into one edible plant that could fully support humans without any other form of sustenance, and discovered countless medical benefits that modern medicine and even my machines were able to use.
To keep our places in the Illuminati, Jenny and I had to always possess something to offer, and these abilities took the form of our medical skills. With most of the Illuminati members being senior citizens, medical treatment was in constant demand. With my ability to fuse man and machine and Jenny able to genetically control the abilities of plants like a pagan goddess, not even the finest hospitals could give the crippled and sick what we offered.
However, our duties did not end there. On rare occasions, we would be asked to go out and greet a future member, secure business transactions, guard valuable objects or documents, and even intervene to prevent mass casualties such as genocides and seismic blood feuds. The Illuminati rarely intervened in the actions of the world, but for the betterment of mankind and their protection, they allowed us to act.
With a cushy job and orders from the Illuminati council few and far between, Jenny and I had more time than we knew what to do with. Jenny used her time to read every book in the library in her never-ending quest for knowledge, while I spent it hacking into every government defense system on earth. In order for my plan to work, I needed to be able to take down the protection of every nation. If any countries were able to stand up against me, my plan would be ruined and the imbalance of power would cause potential annihilation.

I was sitting in my office, watching a status bar load on my laptop. Classical music was playing on speakers set up throughout the room, but the quality was botched by the blipping of binary code and data being uploaded from over a dozen documents and servers. My whole body was trembling as I watched the status bar. I had bags under my eyes and my skin was pale from stress.
Jenny stepped into the room, holding a cup of coffee on a small saucer. Over the past half-decade, Jenny had become even more beautiful, something that I thought was impossible. Her body had matured to be more compatible with her very womanly figure, giving her an even more taut but voluptuous hourglass frame. Her breasts had grown to above d-cup size and her ass –while firm enough to bounce a quarter off with enough momentum to send it flying across a room- complimented them with its fullness. Her ass and breasts were the only part of her body that held so much as an ounce of body fat. The rest was as slender and well toned as the women from the Bowflex™ commercials.
Her face would make any supermodel scream from jealousy and any photographer sell their soul for a chance to copy her flawless visage. Her long blond hair resembled threads of gold leaf and her blue eyes held both the sapphire-like brilliance of eternal youth and the wisdom and experience of someone who was four times older.
Every inch of her body was a sum of fiery sexuality, a sweet and timid heart, and a modest personality. She was as close to flawless as reality would allow.
“Thank you.” I said graciously as she handed me the coffee. She stood behind me and began rubbing my shoulders.
“So how is it coming along? I’ve never seen you so stressed.” She asked dreamily. I hummed in relaxation as she massaged away my worries.
“I’ll tell you once the loading bar fills.” I replied.
The bar was filled in less than a minute, with the completion signaled by a ding. I gave a sigh of relief and stood up.
“It’s done, I just finished hacking into the US defense network, the last country on my list. With this laptop, I can shut down the entire world. There is only one more major step in my plan, and then we shall have world peace.” I said. A wide smile spread across Jenny’s face and she jumped up into my arms, kissing me wildly.
“You did it Adrian! You did it!” She laughed.
“Not yet darling, there is still a lot of work to be done. But soon, our mission will be complete. How about we do something to celebrate? We could hop on our jet and go to Paris, England, Berlin, Tokyo, or anywhere else in the world?” I said as I lowered her down onto her feet. I wrapped my arms around her and we began swinging from side to side, almost as if we were dancing.
“I kind of want to go back to Tahiti, that hotel bar makes the greatest Suffering Bastards on earth. But I’m also in the mood for a little skiing in Siberia. You decide honey.” She said dreamily.
“I’m fine with anywhere. Since neither of us can decide, I suggest we settle this the old fashioned way…”

A map of the world was spread out across the driveway, measuring five meters long and five meters wide. Jenny and I were each standing on one side, holding a handmade dart.
“Ok, we throw the darts and after they collide in the air, whichever dart lands first decides where we go.” I said.
“You know, for anyone else, this could be considered a really bad idea.” Jenny laughed.
“When someone’s IQ is as high as ours, stunts like these become less risky and more trivial for them.” I replied.
“True enough. Ok, one… two… three… throw!” She said with a smile.
Just as we were about to throw our darts into the air, my cellphone began to ring.
“Hold on baby.” I said as I pulled out my phone and answered it. As I talked on the phone, Jenny used her dart to clean her nails.
“That was Medici, the Illuminati has a job for us.” I said as I turned off my phone.
“I’m sick of being the Illuminati’s messengers, they treat us like the Zero Masons.” Jenny pouted.
She was referring to the workers that were not classified in any of the thirty-three degrees of Freemasonry. Besides high-ranking Freemasons, the Zero Masons were the only ones who knew of the Illuminati’s presence. They worked as laborers for the Illuminati but their paychecks were more than charitable. They were used for almost every situation, because they were sworn to secrecy and they were paid to keep their mouths shut no matter what. They wouldn’t even tell other Illuminati members what a fellow member had hired them to do. As long as they were paid, you could trust them with your soul and would never have to worry about your secrets being released. In fact, Dr. Alfonse was a Zero Mason, like the personal doctors of all Illuminati members, and all of the caterers at initiation ceremonies.
I instantly saw through her joke.
“You love it.” I teased. She gave a lovely smile.
“I do, it’s just so much fun. It’s like volunteer work that let’s you travel all over the globe in first class. So what will we be doing?” She asked.
“Some hacker managed to get a member list of the Illuminati like I did. He’s threatening to put it back online but more public unless we buy his silence. The Illuminati want us to make the exchange.”
“So where are we going? Germany? Japan?” Jenny asked. I smiled.

“Five years… we’re going back to America after five years.” Jenny said with disbelief.
We were flying on our private jet across the Atlantic Ocean. Between us was a suitcase filled with the extortionist’s payment. We would be meeting him in New York City. I was excited too, both for the chance to see how things have changed and for the chance to thwart the police.
“After we settle this, how about we go back to our home town? Just imagine the sheer nostalgia of walking down those old streets and looking at those old buildings.” I suggested.
“I was about to say the same thing. My heart rate skyrockets it whenever I think about it. Maybe before we leave, we could even try and find some of our old classmates. We would be over international waters before they could even call in the FBI.” She said giddily.
I chuckled at the thought. Like me, Jenny loved toying with the police. Any time the authorities caught our scent, they would chase after us like cats after mice, but without realizing that the roles were reversed. She liked to thwart them and leave them reeling, always seeking a challenge.
“So what was it you were telling me at the tarmac? You said you knew this guy?” She then asked with interest.
“Well I’ve never met him in person, but we are aquainted. Back when I was searching for information on the Illuminati, I would encounter him occasionally in chat rooms and forums. Like me, he wanted use the Internet to find forbidden knowledge. We would exchange sources, caches of information, and help each other out from time to time. In fact, he was probably the closest thing I had to a friend.
He was pretty bright, maybe thirty IQ points below you. I knew it was him once Medici gave me the details.” I said, leaning back in my chair. Jenny gained a coy smile.
“So, the legendary Adrian Ashford had a friend after all.” She teased.

We walked through the New York Park, enjoying the Spring air. In Jenny’s hand was a camera already full of tourism pictures, and in mine was the suitcase. Because of its important contents, I had it tethered to my wrist with piano wire. With each strand able to hold up to 800 pounds and far less conspicuous than a set of handcuffs, it ensured the case could not be stolen without somebody slicing off my arm or bringing powerful wire cutters.
Up ahead was a man in his late thirties, sitting on a bench in a grey trench coat. Leaning beside him was a red umbrella.
“The umbrella, that’s the sign. That’s him.” I whispered to Jenny. She nodded and put her camera in her purse, replacing it with a dart that she hid in the sleeve of her coat. She knew to always be prepared for the worst scenario.
“You must be Mike Reese.” I said with a smile as we approached. He quickly got to his feet.
“Do you have my ransom?” He asked cautiously.
“Mr. Reese, is that any way to talk to an old friend? Or should I call you by your preferred name, Mr. Lucian?” I asked without looking my smile.
“How do you know me?” He asked, becoming more suspicious.
“Come now Mr. Lucian, you should remember me. We hacked into the Bohemian Club security system together, remember?” I asked. For a moment, he remained skeptical, and then his face went from distrust to shock.
“Adroid? Are you really Adroid?” He asked in disbelief.
“Was the Castro Lead a dead end? Yes it’s me, and as you can see, we both found what we were looking for.” I said as I walked up and shook his hand. He gained a wide smile.
“I can’t believe it, I honestly can’t believe it. We did the Bohemian Club job seven years ago, you had to have been just a kid back then!” He said, finally accepting us.
“I was fifteen, but yes. But I’ve stopped skulking around the Internet like a conspiracy theorist, I’ve moved onto bigger things, as you can see.” I said, holding out my arms. Jenny stood by silently with a smile on her face, finally able to watch me socialize with someone else.
“You have got to be kidding! You… you’re really in the Illuminati?!” He said, quickly lowering his voice so that no one else could hear.
“Yes, I’ve been a member for the last five years. Now that the reunion is out of the way, I would like to introduce you to my dearly beloved, Jenny Donovan.” I said, holding my arm out to her. With a smile, she reached out and shook Mike’s hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said sweetly.
“Thank you. Jenny Donovan... I can’t stop thinking that I’ve heard that name somewhere.” He said.
“So, how about we get down to business?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Ok, but not here in the open. There is a great club I know, we’ll disappear there.” He said.

The club was dark and incredibly loud, much to my dislike. There were colored strobe lights flashing in corners and thumping techno music booming from speakers all throughout the bar. All of the people were dressed up like the entire bar was about to erupt into a massive BDSM orgy. Everywhere you looked, there was gothic make-up and black leather.
“This reminds me of our Junior Prom.” Jenny whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, the only difference being that the prom charged admission.” I replied, making Jenny laugh. We were sitting in a booth in the back of the room, waiting for Mike to come back.
“Don’t these people realize that it’s only two in the afternoon?” She whispered in disbelief.
“I know, can you just imagine seeing these people walk down the street before they get here? It would be like Night of The Living Masochists.” I said.
“Considering that there is no chance of anyone listening in on our conversation, I guess it is better than the park. With the loud music and the dense population, our soundwaves would be lucky to spread past this table.” She shrugged.
Mike finally staggered back, holding a martini. He drank it in a single gulp and then turned to us.
“Ok, let’s get down to business.” He said.
“Really? We’re just going to look past the fact of how much of a freak you are?” I asked disgust.
“Go fuck yourself. You got the stuff or not?” He barked. I put the suitcase up on the table and opened it, making sure that no one other than the three of us would be able to see inside. The suitcase was completely filled with gold.
“Here you go, the one form of payment literally worth its weight in gold.” I said. Mike got a greedy smile on his face and reached for the gold, but I quickly shut the case. My tone was very serious.
“Mike, right now I’m not your friend; I’m a member of the group you’re blackmailing. You’re lucky the Illuminati try to prevent as much bloodshed as possible, because killing you would have been so much easier.” I said coldly.
“How much easier?” He gulped.
“The second your message was received, a search was done to find out who you are. You covered your tracks well, but it only took 3.8 minutes for my fellow members to discover every single fact about you. We know names, numbers, dates, associates, school records, your social security number, your pin number, blood type, eye color, every single email, text message, and phone call you’ve ever made or sent, and even your first words.
We had agents watching you less than fifteen minutes after you sent the ransom, twice as many when Jenny and I got to New York, and three times as many when we encountered you. You would shit your pants if you knew how many people in this bar were actually Illuminati agents, ready to kill you at a moment’s notice and make it look like an accident, or just kill you out in the open and buy off all witnesses and authorities.
Even after our deal is completed and you promise to never release the information you have, we will keep a close eye on you for the rest of your life. I was put in charge of this ordeal, and if at any time I decide I want to reclaim my gold, having you killed would be as easy as reaching out to turn off my alarm clock.
We’ll know about every email you send, every phone call you make, every bank transaction you will fill out, every person you talk to, and every activity on the Internet. You have no privacy that we can’t break through. You didn’t send that message to sell your silence for gold, you sent that message to sell your soul for gold, and there is no return policy.
We are the Illuminati, and we are all-knowing and all-seeing.” I said with an icy tone as I pushed the suitcase over to him. Terrified, he grabbed the suitcase and ran off, shoving his way through the crowd.
“I am so hot for you right now.” Jenny whispered in my ear. I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her.
“So what do you want to do now? We could catch a movie, go get a pizza, see the view from the Empire State Building, or just walk around Ground Zero with t-shirts that say ‘GET OVER IT’ on them in big letters.” I suggested. Jenny laughed until she almost fell under the table, holding her stomach and gasping for air. After several minutes, she sat back up and kissed me. Then her voice became very soft and tender.
“As fun as that sounds… I think it’s time to go home.” She murmured.

We were on our private jet, flying from New York to Maine. Jenny and I were both silent as we stared out the windows and let memories occupy our thoughts. With the memories came curiosity, curiosity about what could have been.
“Do you have any regrets?” I finally asked, unable to keep my thoughts contained. Jenny looked at me and cocked her head to one side.
“Do you regret anything? Do you wish we had done anything different?” I asked. Her eyes darkened with sadness and I closed mine.
“I wish our parents hadn’t been killed. Should I have killed Ben and his friends when he attacked us in the park? If I had, should I have pleaded self-defense, covered up the murder, or just ran away? If I had taken care of him then and there, then he wouldn’t have retaliated and I would not have sought out vengeance.
Do you ever wonder what would happen if instead of coming with me, you had gone to live with your relatives and kept living a normal life? Do you wish my actions had been different? Do you wish that instead of running away with me and the two of us becoming who we are today, I had never killed Ben and we had just stayed in Maine, living like just another couple of teenagers?” I then opened my eyes.
“Do you ever wonder what life would have been like… if we had never even met?” I whispered.
Jenny stared at me with her face pale. Slowly, tears began to fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. Just as I was about to say something, Jenny reached out and smacked me across the face. Before I could even recover, she smacked me again. She stood up and continued slapping me with angry tears rolling down her face. But with each slap, her whole body just became weaker and weaker until she could not support herself. She fell to her knees, crying angry tears with her head in my lap.
“Jenny.” I whispered. She looked up at me.
“Don’t you ever ask me that again! If you love me, you will never ask me that or anything like that ever again! We’ve been together for six years Adrian, aren’t we past this?! Do you really trust me so little that you think I wish things had been different?!” She shouted.
“No Jenny, of course not! I trust you more than anyone else on earth!” I said, gripping her hands.
“You haven’t spoken like that since you were shot; expecting and waiting for the relationship to end like you ever had any belief in it. After you woke up, not once did you ever say something about how young love is doomed to fail, and I hoped that I would never have to hear you say that again.
Adrian, we’ve been together for six years, why can’t you understand that I will never leave you?!” She begged. I was stone silent.
“Have you always doubted us? Have you just been waiting for the day when you would wake up in bed alone and all my things would be gone? Are you planning on breaking up with me?!” She cried.
“Jenny, I would rather die than lose you. I don’t want us to break up, now or ever. I have faith in us, I would bet my life on us being together… I’m just scared.” I whispered as I placed my hand on her soft cheek.
“What are you afraid of?” She asked.
“I’m afraid of the possibility of you being unhappy, at any point in our lives. I have nightmares of you having second thoughts or regrets, of you wishing for something that I cannot give you. I’m afraid of that because I’m also afraid of something else. I’m afraid of myself, and what I would become if I lost you. I know myself well enough to be sure that everything I am would shatter if I didn’t have you with me.
I would be completely hollow, with the only aspects of my existence being pain and rage. I would become a danger to the world, killing everyone in my way and leaving behind a path of death and destruction. The massacre of Ben and his friends would be nothing compared to what I would unleash upon humanity. I would use those soviet nukes to destroy the world and me with it.” I said with my voice raspy.
Jenny got up and moved onto my lap, putting her hands on my cheeks.
“Adrian, I will never leave you. You went from machine to man to be with me, and I will not let you turn from man into monster without me. I regret nothing my love, nothing. My parents and my old life… they were an insignificant cost for this life with you. Adrian, I’ve been happier during these past six years than even you could possibly imagine. I will never leave you, and knowing you, we won’t be separated for very long if I die.
Adrian, I love you, and nothing will ever change that.” She said, kissing me as softly as a falling leaf.
“You know Jenny, I’ve been calculating the time it would take for us to get to and properly distribute the nuclear bombs, and we’ll be able to complete the plan in a month, on May 7th to be exact. I think that maybe on that day… we should also get married.” I said. A wide smile stretched across Jenny’s face.
“Really?” She asked, so excited that she could barely speak.
“I never brought it up before because I thought getting married was cliché and pointless, but on May 7th, we will deliver the world to peace, and I want to live in that new world with you as my wife.”
“I love you Adrian.” Jenny whispered.
“I love you too Jenny.” I replied. Then Jenny pressed her lips against mine, and for the rest of the flight, Jenny stayed curled up in my lap with the two of us embraced in a never-ending kiss.

Jenny and I walked down the streets of our old hometown with my arm wrapped around her. The feeling of nostalgia with every step was almost overpowering. We looked into restaurants that we used eat at when we were dating, walked through the park and stopping at the place where Ben had attacked us but where I had also told Jenny I loved her, and told each other about endless memories.
At one point we were walking down the halls of our old school, looking at the endless rows of lockets, occasionally peeking into classrooms to catch a glimpse of our old teachers, and thinking back to all the people we had known and all of our experiences.
After wandering around the school, we knew there was something we had to do. We drove out of town with a rented car and made our way to the local cemetery to find our parents’ graves. We stepped out of the car with melancholic faces and separated, each going in a different direction to find the graves of our parents an mourn in solitude.
I finally came upon the two tombstones and stood like a statue. I had always believed it to be a childish and delusional act, but I could help but begin speaking as if I was facing my parents and they were alive.
“Mom, dad… I miss you both. I know I wasn’t the most approachable son, but I love you and I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I doubt you would agree with most of the things I’ve done since you were killed, but I just want you to understand that they were all things that I had to do. I’m working on something big, something that is going to bring peace to the world. I wish you two could have seen it.” I said. I gave one final goodbye, and feeling at peace, I walked away.
I found Jenny sitting on the ground in front of the graves of her parents. I was slow to approach, for I wanted to give her privacy. Like me, she was talking as if to her parents.
“…And now I run a flower shop in Rome and sell perfume that I make myself. I’m happier than I ever thought possible with my new villa, my business, and my fiancé. Oh! I forgot to mention, I’m getting married on May 7th! I wish…” She then fell silent. Tears began to roll down her face and she gripped her sleeves.
“I wish the two of you could come to the wedding. I wish the two of you could have seen me graduate from college. I wish the two of you could meet your future grandchildren. I wish the two of you hadn’t died!” She said, crying over pain that had been forgotten for over five years. I didn’t approach; I just waited and listened. After several minutes, Jenny took a deep breath and collected herself, giving a sad smile.
“I hope you’re not worrying about me. Like I said, I’m happier than I thought possible. I love Adrian with all of my heart and he loves me and we’re living the life of my dreams. While I wish you two could see me now, I have no regrets.” She said softly.
Finally I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder as she wiped away her tears.
“How do you feel?” I asked. She grasped my hand and pressed it against her cheek, clinging to it like a lifeline.
“Much better.” She said, wiping away her last tear.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked. We were parked in front of the small and Jenny was putting her things in her purse.
“I checked Facebook and she’s working here and her shift is now. I can’t leave without seeing her. Don’t worry, I’m sure she won’t call the cops.” She replied.
“Well if anything goes wrong, call me and I’ll come back as fast as possible. There is something I have to do.” I said. Jenny looked at me and I could tell that she was reading me like a book.
“I hope you find the peace you’re looking for.” She said softly. She then kissed me on the cheek and climbed out of the car.

Jenny walked up to the counter in a department store where a pretty brunette in her early twenties was looking through the cash register. Jenny couldn’t help but smile.
“Whatever happened to traveling all over the world?” She asked. The woman looked at her and her jaw dropped.
“Hey Amanda.” Jenny chuckled softly.
“Jenny… is it really you?” Her friend stammered. Jenny nodded and Amanda gave a girly scream, jumping over the counter and wrapping her arms around her long-lost best friend. The two women fell on the floor, laughing and hugging. Many people were instantly drawn to the commotion.
“I thought I would never see you again!” Amanda said. She then stood up.
“Boss! I’m taking my break now!” She called. An older woman walked up to her.
“What the hell are you talking about?! You just got here!” Her boss shouted.
“Please, if you let me go now, I will work 10 hours in unpaid overtime.” Amanda begged.
“Fine, get out of here.” Her boss barked before walking away.
Amanda pulled Jenny to her feet.
“If you don’t tell me everything, I will never forgive you.” She said.

Gulls sailed under the grey sky, calling out as my car came to a halt. I was at the pier, facing the warehouse that had been the former hangout of Ben and is cronies. A chain-link fence with barbed wire surrounded the building, for it was permanently closed off to the public.
I stepped out of the car with my sheathed lance in my hand. I hooked it up to hang diagonally from the back of my belt, just like last time. I jumped up onto the fence and climbed up like a spider, carefully trying to maneuver over the barbed wire at the top.
I jumped off and made my way to the building. The doors were hanging awkwardly from when I almost kicked them off their hinges. I stepped into the warehouse and moved to the center of the floor. I looked down at the concrete and mused a soft chuckle. The concrete floor was stained from the blood of all of the people I had killed. After who knows how many attempts to clean it and almost six years of solitude, the stains were as clear as day.
I stood at the exact spot I had been standing on the fateful night. The ground around me was peppered with old bullet holes from when Ben and his crew opened fire on me. Imagining Ben and his cronies were shooting at me again, I crouched down with my forearms shielding my face, they same way I had done before.
I thought back to the fight, counting the seconds from my memory of how long the barrage had lasted. After the same amount of time, I stood up with the same form and drew my lance with the same speed and movement.
“I’m going to kill you all.” I growled with the same tone, slashing the ground with my lance in the same position and line.

Jenny and Amanda were sitting in a coffee shop, huddled in the corner.
“Ok Jenny, I need to know the truth: what happened? What happened the night you disappeared, what happened afterwards, where have you been all this time?” Amanda asked with a serious tone.
“You remember Ben, right? The bully who was sent to juvenile hall?” Jenny asked.
“Are you kidding? I used to wish you would get a stun gun or some pepper spray, because I was worried he would date-rape you like that other girl. What about him?”
“As you probably know, Adrian killed him and all of his friends in that warehouse. He killed him because Ben was the one who killed my parents, Adrian’s parents, and almost killed me.” Jenny answered.
“Oh my god.” Amanda gasped with her hands over her mouth.
“I don’t know if it was him exactly or one of his followers, but I was forced off a bridge in a car crash and was put in a coma. Adrian thought I was dead, and to avenge me and our parents, he went to the warehouse and slaughtered everyone.”
“I know, I heard about it on the news. Adrian’s massacre has become so legendary that it’s now the folklore of this town. Seniors tell it to freshmen to scare them and no one dares use his old locker. Some of the pictures from the scene leaked online and I saw them… I honestly couldn’t believe it. It was like something out of a horror movie. I had never seen so much blood in my life.” Amanda said, clutching herself.
“Well I woke up and found him at the warehouse. I watched from the background as he killed everyone. You might call it gruesome, but I was mesmerized by it. After he killed Ben, I made my presence known. Adrian told me that he had a plan on how he was going to change the world and I told him that I was coming with him. So that night, we ran away.”

I moved through the warehouse, reenacting every movement from the epic fight almost six years ago. I could see every gang member, every weapon, and every tremor of fear in my victims. There was blood, oh so much blood, filling the air and covering the floor. I stabbed and slashed at invisible enemies, replaying the scene over and over in my mind. I could feel bones shattering from every impact, muscles being ripped to shreds with every slash, and life being ripped away with every stab. I could feel the weight of their bodies, smell the sweat, blood, and fear, and hear their dying screams as they fell to the floor.
Finally, I came to the final act of the bloody play. Like an actor on a stage, I reenacted my movements from when Ben shot me, standing up and deflecting his last bullet with my lance. It was than that Ben called me a machine. Playing my part, I lashed out with my lance, imagining myself stabbing him through the throat just like last time.
“And don’t you forget it.” I muttered.
I took my original position and repeated the exercise, replaying the fight again and again, slaying my invisible enemies like a blood-drunk warrior. After the fifth time, I stopped. Panting heavily, I put my lance back in its sheath.
“My vengeance is fulfilled.” I said softly. I then grabbed my lance as I heard the sound of someone clapping.

“Jenny, after you left... there were more stories on the news of massacres like the one at the pier. Witnesses confirmed that it was Adrian, but they also said he was helped by a blond female accomplice. Jenny, you tell me right here and now: did you help Adrian kill people?” Amanda asked with fear in her voice. Jenny gave a sad smile.
“Yes, it was. I took place in those killings.” She said with the only regret in her voice coming from the tone of the conversation. Amanda jumped out of the chair.
“Amanda, relax. Sit down. Do you really think I would hurt you?” Jenny asked calmly. Amanda was hesitant, but eventually sat back down.
“Now as I said, Adrian had a plan on how he was going to change the world. But before we could begin and put that plan into action, Adrian needed to train me.” Jenny said, resting her chin on her tented fingers.
“Train you?” Amanda asked with confusion.
“Yes, for the month after we left, Adrian trained me to be like him. He helped me awaken my mind and become smarter than most recorded geniuses and he taught me the secret to his physical strength.”
“Wait, you mean you’re as smart and strong as him? That’s impossible!”
“Well I am as strong as him, but he’s got a good forty IQ points on me. That’s the cost of training too late in your life.” Jenny said casually as she drank her coffee.
“So… what can you do with all that brainpower?” Amanda asked with interest.
“Grab your cell and give me two numbers.” Jenny said. Excited, Amanda took out her phone and opened up her address book.
“Ok, 829-4875 and 829-1384.” Amanda said.
“Good, now open up the calculator app and multiply them without telling me the result.
“Ok, it’s done.” Amanda said after ten seconds.
“Ok, is the number 68775993857000?” Jenny asked smugly.
For the second time, Amanda jumped out of her chair.
“Is there a mirror behind me? Did you see it in a reflection?!” She demanded, trying to figure out how it was possible.
“That was nothing, you should see Adrian with credit cards.” Jenny laughed.
“So what happened afterwards?” Amanda asked, desperate for more.
“Well, we decided to take a break and tour across the country. Adrian had a million dollars from his royalty payments and-”
“Wait, a MILLION DOLLARS?” Amanda exclaimed, causing every in the store to look at them.
“Yes, a million dollars. So with that money, we toured around America, saw the sites, took some pictures… and so on. After we were done traveling, we knew it was time to put the plan in action, so we headed to Vegas.” Jenny said.
“Las Vegas?” Amanda said with disbelief. Jenny frowned in agitation.
“Yes, Las Vegas. We got a suite in the Bellagio hotel-”
“Seriously, stop interrupting! You’re making a scene!” Jenny scolded.
“Sorry… so what was it like?” Amanda asked giddily.
“See for yourself.” Jenny said as she pulled out her phone and showed Amanda the pictures she had taken in Vegas. Amanda squealed like a little girl when she saw the pictures of the Bellagio suite.
“Wait until you see my villa…” Jenny muttered under your breath.
“What?” Amanda asked.
“I said to quiet down, you’re impossible to talk to. So in Vegas, we played the games and allowed our fortune grow from one million to fourteen million while Adrian tried to make some business partners. Eventually, he found who he was looking for and we were able to make a deal. Now, just to be safe, I’m not comfortable telling you where we went and who we were in contact with.”
“Alright, so what was the deal?” Amanda asked.
“Adrian performed a procedure on a few people, and in exchange, we were given safe asylum and our own home.”
“Oh, can I see pictures of your house?” Amanda asked with excitement.
“Fine, but before I do…” Jenny said as she put her hand over Amanda’s mouth so that she wouldn’t make a scene.
“Have you ever been in a villa?” Jenny asked as she showed Amanda more pictures. Amanda’s squeals of disbelief and jealousy were stifled by Jenny’s hand as she looked through the pictures of every room in the mansion and pictures of it from the outside, along with Vatican Gardens.
“Now Adrian designs new machinery and I run a flower shop. We rake in millions every year.” Jenny said after pulling her hand away. Amanda was nearly hyperventilating as she tried to process everything she had seen and heard. She finally controlled her breathing and began speaking with a very calm tone.
“Jenny, let me make one thing clear. I have always envied you, ever since we were young. You’ve always been prettier and more popular than me. But now, if you’re honestly telling me the truth that you do indeed live in a villa and are a millionaire that works in a flower shop –my dream job-, I’ll be honest too and say that I’m pretty tempted right now to kill you, cut off your face, and wear it myself for the desperate possibility that I might be able to take your life.”
“Thank you.” Jenny said smugly.
“I can’t believe it, it’s really not fair. Rich kids don’t become as successful as you. How is it that you can drop out of high school, run away with your serial-killer boyfriend, and become the Goddess of Awesomeness in six years?” Amanda asked with envy.
“Actually, it only took one year. We got that villa five years ago. By the way, did I mention that Adrian and I are getting married next month?” Jenny said sheepishly. Amanda slammed her head down on the table and began to cry. Jenny waited patiently for her friend to express her envy. At last, Amanda raised her head and took a deep breath.
“There is one thing that I’m really curious about though. You said that you and Adrian were getting married next month and -while I try to ignore the dagger you’ve basically lodged in my back by leaving me behind to have such an awesome life- I have to ask; how are you two still together? Adrian was a cold-hearted machine in high school, how is it that you two haven’t broken up?” Amanda asked. Jenny smiled.
“He’s changed. He’s changed more than you would believe.” She said softly.
“Really? What is Adrian like now?” Amanda asked.

Agent Mason was standing in the doorway of the warehouse, slowly clapping.
“You’re the FBI agent that I stabbed in Las Vegas. I see that my aim was correct after all, due to the fact that you are still alive.” I said. While my voice was calm, my senses were on full alert, trying to pick up any signs that there were more FBI agents or police officers. As far as I could tell, we were alone.
“You can thank Obamacare for that. You killed my partner five years ago, and I transferred here because I knew that some day you would return. I set up alarms all around the building, knowing that you would eventually return to the scene of the crime. Now I’m here to avenge the man that you killed.” He said. I scowled.
“This is not the scene of a crime, it’s the scene of vengeance. In this warehouse and countless other hideouts for human scum, I’ve slaughtered the lowest circles of society. I’ve done the one thing that you people never had the courage to do: I took action.
And once again, I am taking action for the betterment of the world. I didn’t kill your partner because of any personal reasons or because I wanted to take a life; I killed him because he was an obstacle in my path that refused to move. He demanded to know what my plans were, even after I told him that I could not let him live if he heard them. I warned him to let me pass, but he was too stubborn. He had no one to blame but himself.”
“That’s enough!” Mason said as he drew his pistol and aimed it at me.
“I don’t know and I don’t care what you’re planning, because it ends here.” He said.
Before I could draw my lance, Mason pulled the trigger and a bullet was launched, moving so fast that not even my eyes could catch it. Without a way to defend myself, I was helpless as the bullet struck my chest, instantly causing blood to soak my shirt.
I gagged in pain and fell to the floor, unable to move.
“Rest in peace Hoffman.” Mason said as he put away his gun and walked away. But before he could reach the door, he heard something that made him stop dead in his tracks. With cold sweat, he turned around to face my haunting laugh.

“Adrian… it’s really hard to describe him. Like you said, he used to be cold and emotionless. Back when we were dating, I could see him struggling to try and understand me and get into the whole “boyfriend” role. It was like watching an alien try to blend into a frat house party. He was always a little cold with his logic and lack of faith in the relationship, but I could see him trying with everything he had to make me happy and be what I wanted him to be. He really jumped into a whole new world and sacrificed his mental balance just to try and make me happy.” Jenny said softly with a tender smile on her face.
“You remember when Ben shot him, right?” She then asked.
“Yeah, I saw it on the news. I thought he was dead the second I heard about it.” Amanda replied.
“I know, me too. The whole time he was in emergency surgery, I was praying that he would survive, and if he didn’t, I was planning on how I would kill myself.” Jenny said with her voice filled with sadness.
“You would have really killed yourself if Adrian died?” Amanda asked, almost as if she were worried Jenny would kill herself right then and there.
“Yes, I would have. Everyone is an individual, but he was a one-in-a-billion and I knew I wouldn’t be able to find anyone like him or love anyone as much as I loved him.”
“So what happened after he was shot? I remember you telling everyone in school that he was alive and that he had completely changed. You almost cried tears of joy whenever you told someone.” Amanda teased.
“Well he did. I was sleeping next to him in his hospital bed, and Adrian suddenly woke up. He woke me up and told me about this dream he had, where he had to choose between himself and me; he couldn’t wake up until he chose to either remain a cold logical machine and eventually lose me, or reawaken his emotions and give up what made him better than anyone else. He told me that he created a third choice, where he would become human enough to be with me, but be far more intelligent and wiser than any human alive.
After he woke up, he was a changed man. I could feel that he actually loved me now. He went from being a cold machine to a cat purring in my lap. But he was true to his words, and he was as logical and wise as before. He used his mind to see the world for what it really was and then he used his heart and will to change the world in his favor.
Ever since he woke up, I’ve been following him on his quest to change the world. I almost feel like his apostle. And Amanda, we’re almost there. Adrian and I are so close to bringing world peace, I can almost taste it.” Jenny said with excitement.
“World peace? You’re kidding right? Just the two of you are going to achieve what no one else has been able to achieve?” Amanda asked with skepticism. Jenny did not lose her smile.
“If you looked at him today, you would almost be able to see reality bending under his will. He and I are going to do it. Amanda, it has been so nice seeing you again.” Jenny said.
“Don’t tell me you’re leaving again, you just got here!” Amanda pleaded.
“It’s time for me to go, Adrian is probably waiting for me outside.” Jenny said. Both women stood up and hugged.
“Wait, please take me with you. I’ll quit my job, please just let me come with you!” Amanda begged.
“Amanda, I don’t know… Taking you with us could be really dangerous and I’ll have to check in with Adrian.” Jenny warned.
“I am begging you, my life sucks here. Just let come with you, just for a month!” Amanda pleaded. Jenny sighed.
“Alright, tell you’re boss you quit and I’ll meet you outside.” Jenny said, giving in.

“How is it possible? How are you still alive?!” Mason demanded. I stood up and cricked my neck, then reached into the bloody wound in my chest and pulled out the bullet.
“Oh, with just a little help from the fiancé, the pagan goddess of plants.” I said. I then pulled off my coat before it could get bloody and opened up my shirt. Around every muscle on my chest and stomach was a surgical scar.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Mason cursed.
“Jenny loves plants, she loves them almost as much as she loves me. Personally, what I find interesting about them is their ability to crossbreed. If you can crossbreed plants correctly, then you can isolate and harness fascinating attributes.
Three years ago, Jenny discovered a very interesting fluid in a plant she was studying. The fluid forms a flexible tear-proof membrane to protect its fruit. The strength of the membranes surprised even me; it was so powerful that not even a dog’s fangs could puncture it. After crossbreeding it with similar species, she was able to isolate the strongest chemical.
I was able create a synthetic copy of the chemical and create bulletproof sheets. With help from Jenny and my own inventions, I was able to surgically implant them into my body, just under the skin. I’ve modified my own body to make myself more immune to injuries in battle. In fact, at home I’m even working on a way to convert my body’s bioenergy into power for a stun gun.
Unless your next round is able to strike my spinal column, you can’t kill me, and I won’t allow you to get such a lucky shot.” I said as I drew my lance and activated my adrenal glands.
Mason emptied the rest of his magazine, but with my reaction speed honed to near-superhuman levels, I was able to predict where his bullets would land before he could even fire him. I deflected each bullet, leaving a smoking mark on my lance and several crushed pieces of lead at my feet. I gave a grim smile, taking delight in watching the FBI agent try to figure out what was happening.
“How is this possible?” Mason cursed.
“Quite simply, I have transcended the limitations that make you and all others merely human. While you and I are of the same species, I am far more evolved than you could ever hope to be. I’m not sure if there is anyone on this planet who is at a higher state than I am, but unless you get a gun that can shatter my lance or can hit me with a missile, someone of your level could never hope to defeat me. Our strengths are worlds apart.” I said hauntingly.
Then I bolted forward, moving as fast as physically possible. Before Mason could even form a thought for any form of retaliation, I reached out and stabbed him in the chest with my lance, piercing his heart. Agent Mason instantly began coughing up blood as the life was ripped from his body in less than a second.
“I’m sorry, but I must eliminate all obstacles in my path if I am to deliver the world to peace.” I said as he collapsed to the ground, adding another death to the warehouse.
I wiped the blood off my lance, put it back in its sheath, and retrieved my coat. I winced from my injury as I reached for my ringing phone.
“Hey honey.” I said.
“Adrian, there is something I want to run past you…” She said.
“Uh oh, what is it?” I laughed as I walked out of the warehouse.
“Do you think we could bring Amanda with us back to Rome?” Jenny asked as if she were asking to borrow her parent’s new car. I sighed.
“There are so many ways that could backfire on us. If anyone finds out about this, Interpol will be knocking on our front door.” I sighed.
“Please Adrian? I need a bridesmaid.” She said sweetly and desperately.
“Alright, but we leave tonight. Tell her to get her affairs sorted out and we’ll leave. Let’s just say that I don’t want to stay here much longer.” I said.
“Thanks darling.” She replied before I hung up.
I went back to my rental car and pulled the medical kit out from under the passenger seat. I sterilized the wound with rubbing alcohol and secured a patch of gauze over the wound with medical tape. I climbed back into the car and drove away.

I found Jenny and Amanda standing in front of the mall, waiting for me. Amanda was as nervous as could be, but Jenny looked like she was getting ready to show me off. Jenny pointed to me when she saw me driving up and Amanda retreated behind her, gripping her hand.
I parked the car and stepped out. Amanda instantly clung to Jenny’s arm the way Jenny would cling to mine. As I walked towards them, Amanda became more and more nervous, but that nervousness was replaced with relaxation the closer I got. She studied my face closely and she quickly became more comfortable as she noted the peaceful expression my face.
“Hey honey.” Jenny said sweetly as she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.
“Hi.” I replied softly. I then shifted my gaze to Amanda and she instantly ducked behind Jenny.
“Hello Amanda, it sure has been a while.” I said politely as I held out my hand to shake hers. Amanda nervously held out her hand, but she instantly became calm when she touched mine.
“It’s good to see you Adrian.” She said warmly. I held out my arm to the car.
“Well ladies, shall me go?” I asked. Both women giggled and we went back to the car. Once the doors were closed, I turned to Amanda, who was sitting in the back seat. My tone was serious.
“I just want to make one thing clear; Jenny and I are criminals, we are on the FBI’s Top Ten Most Wanted List and we have Interpol after us. There are a lot of things we will not tell you for the sake of our safety, and if you turn on us, I will do whatever is necessary to ensure our survival, regardless of any history you’ve had with my fiancé.” I said sternly. Amanda became deathly pale.
“Another thing; I don’t trust you. It will take a long time for you to gain my trust. Until I’ve warmed up to you, I have no interest in a threesome.” I said jokingly, but with the same tone. A moment of silence passed by, then Jenny and Amanda burst into uncontrollable laughter. I started up the car and drove away, with Jenny and Amanda laughing until they clutched their stomachs in pain and were gasping for air.

I sat parked outside Amanda’s apartment building, waiting for the two women to come back out. Jenny was helping Amanda pack her things and get her affairs in order.
“I got to say, Adrian has gotten sexy as hell since I last saw him.” Amanda said.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed. By the way, nice place.” Jenny said, looking around the apartment.
“Must you condescend me? I know it’s nothing compared to your villa.” Amanda asked as she emptied her fridge of everything that would spoil.
“Sorry.” Jenny shrugged.
“Want me to handle your Facebook?” She then asked as she sat down on the couch and opened up Amanda’s laptop.
“Sure, my account should be open.” Amanda replied as she tied up her trash bag.
Jenny brought up Amanda’s Facebook account and updated the status to ‘going on a trip, be back next month, trying to figure out future’. Three people had already ‘liked’ it before Jenny even closed the laptop. She followed Amanda to the bedroom where an empty suitcase was waiting.
“How many clothes should I bring?” Amanda asked.
“Don’t worry about clothes, we can buy you everything you need.” Jenny said. Amanda turned to her.
“Now you’re just rubbing it in.” She said dryly.
“Yep!” Jenny said sweetly.
“I still can’t believe how great your life turned out.” Amanda pouted.
“Well it was all Adrian. He had it all planned out from the very beginning and I just followed him. Trust me, he had it planned out so well it was as if he could see the future.” Jenny said, sitting down on the bed.
“So, you said that he trained you to be like him. What kind of training did he actually put you through?” Amanda asked as she packed only the bare necessities.
“Well, after we ran away, we spent a romantic weekend in a motel to rest and recover. Adrian first taught me my whole brain. Normal people only use 30% of their brain, but he taught me to use almost three times that. I tell you Amanda, it was like a mental orgasm when I woke up from my trance. Afterwards, he had me working nonstop on all of these mental puzzles, teaching me to think like a supercomputer.
After the mental training was complete, we hid in the woods for a month to do physical training. This… I did not like; it was basically boot camp. But with Adrian with me, it was tolerable, and the benefits… I feel like the fucking Terminator now. I can do things with my body that I thought was only science fiction. So are you ready?” Jenny asked.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” Amanda said as she picked up her suitcase.
“So since you’re so rich, I imagine we’ll be flying in first class?” Amanda asked with excitement.
“First class? Ha!” Jenny replied.

Amanda stared in disbelief at the private jet sitting on the tarmac.
“We figured that having our own jet would be much easier than dealing with the airports, so we went shopping one weekend when we were bored.” I shrugged. Without warning, Amanda tackled Jenny, knocking to the ground and hitting her over and over again.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” She shrieked in jealousy with Jenny laughing and trying to block her attacks.

While Amanda explored the private jet, I was talking to Jenny with my voice low.
“I’m going to have to head back out after we get home. The faster we take care of all the loose ends, the better we’ll be. I have to secure those nukes and begin sending them out as soon as possible. So for the next month, I’ll we working with the Zero Masons closely. While I’m busy, you and Amanda just go crazy planning the wedding.” I said. Jenny gained a wide smile at the last part.
“We’ll be like two kids in a candy shop… with our parents’ credit card.” She said giddily.
“Alright, but I don’t want the pope to preside over the wedding. I really don’t want the pope.” The said.
“You’re so mean.” Jenny pouted. I gave a sad smile.
“I’m going to be gone for a long time, I probably won’t get back until a few days before the wedding. I have to secure the nukes before I can even consider letting the Zero Masons get close. This will actually be the longest time we’ve ever been apart.” I said sadly. Jenny lost her bright mood as well, but retained the same sad smile.
“When you get back, I’ll try to keep my hands off you, because I want the next time we make love to be on our wedding day.” She whispered.

Amanda was bouncing around the backseat of the Ferrari like a dog on the way to the park.
“I can’t believe I’m in Rome!” She squealed over and over again as we drove through the city streets.
“If her voice get’s any higher, I’ll kill myself.” I muttered, making Jenny laugh.

Jenny was in the backseat with Amanda, pinning her down and keeping her mouth covered for my sake as we drove up the long driveway to our Vatican Gardens villa. Amanda was struggling to break free so she could return to bouncing around the car and squealing. I parked the car in front of the house and opened the passenger door.
“Alright, get out.” I ordered.
Jenny kicked Amanda out of the car and then followed her into the house. I sat in the car, waiting for Amanda to make her rounds through the house and calm down. After half an hour, I could still hear her running around and squealing. Finally, I worked up the courage to go inside.
Jenny was sitting on the stairs with her face in her hands.
“Honey, did we bring one of your friends to Rome, or did we adopt her?” I asked.
“I should have remembered that she acts like a preteen when she’s excited.” She sighed.

Covered head-to-toe in arctic gear, I opened up the large bay doors of the warehouse before me. I was on a rocky spit of land, just north of Antarctica, owned by the Illuminati. It was large enough to have an airfield, a harbor, and a bunker that went deep underground, but that was it. This island had been picked because it’s size and location made it almost impossible to find if you didn’t know the coordinates. I was probably the first person to step onto the island in decades.
The warehouse was filled with massive crates, all labeled with the symbol of the former Soviet Union. I pulled out a radiation detector and turned it on, instantly causing the device to emit a shrill whine. The levels of ambient radiation wafting from the bunker were approaching dangerous levels.
“I’ve finally found you.” I said with a smile. With a crowbar in hand, I walked over to the first massive crate and pried it open. Inside was a car-sized bomb with a bulbous missile design.
“Hello beautiful.” I laughed.
I had been preparing for this for years and I had finally found my keys to peace. But before I could call in the Zero Masons to transport the nuclear bombs, there was a lot of work I had to do. The loyalty the Zero Masons had to the Illuminati was like samurai to their feudal lords, but that was only if they were well paid. The less people I trusted, the better, which meant that I had to do a lot of work by myself. I had even flown my own jet here because I didn’t want the pilot to know of this location.
For the next three weeks, I stayed on that island and worked nonstop. I had brought all the supplies and tools I needed and was using every possible minute opening up the nuclear bombs and examining the interior. I had studied the Illuminati’s blueprints of the bombs closely and had memorized their mechanical anatomy
I worked for days on end without sleep, opening up nuclear bombs, cleaning out the interior, making sure that they were all operational, incorporating a remote detonator for every sixth bomb, tagging each with a GPS tracker, and painting over the Soviet emblem. There were 195 countries in the world, each would get five nukes for personal use, and one would be used to gain national attention and act as a demonstration. I had three weeks to open up and modify 1170 nuclear bombs. Stressed was an understatement.
While I worked, I would talk to Jenny and Amanda via satellite phone. I would have it set down in the corner, set to speakerphone. We would chat while I worked, they would describe what they were doing in Rome, and Jenny and I would take turns telling Amanda stories from when we toured across America, hung out in Vegas, and lived in Rome. Amanda would talk about everything that had happened to her in the last six years, but we could hear the jealousy in her voice from her knowing her stories weren’t nearly as interesting as ours.
Over time, (while neither Jenny and I told her where I was or what I was doing) I warmed up to Amanda and even began to trust her. My view of her was quite strange in that I did not see her as a friend of my fiancé. Even though she was as old as Jenny and I, I saw her more as a family member, such as a sister or even a daughter. I wanted to get back home and see them both.

I stepped out of the bunker and gave a large sigh. By working as hard as I did, I was ahead of schedule. I had ten days until the wedding, but I was desperate to get this finished and get home to my dearly beloved. I climbed into my private jet and retrieved my satellite phone. I called up one of the foremen of the Zero Masons.
“Gregory Smith, this is Adrian Ashford. Get every Zero Mason you can get and have them all meet me at these coordinates, the more the better. I also need cargo planes, freighters, helicopters, and anything for mass transport at high speed. You will all be very well paid.” I said.
“Yes sir, we will be there in three days.”
“I need you here faster than that, I want to get home and get back to my girls.” I replied.

“Ok, there are 1170 crates that I need shipped out to specific locations. The coordinates are stapled to each crate on a sheet of paper. It will take me a while to draw up the money, but if you can deliver them all to the designated locations before May 7th, you will receive payment before the end of the month. Under no circumstances are these crates to be opened, and if they are stolen or lost, I will know. You will look at no other crates in this bunker, you will tell no other people of what you have seen or done –civilian, freemason, or Illuminati-. If you follow my orders to the letter, you will never have to work again for the rest of your lives.” I said. I was facing several hundred men and women, all dressed in arctic gear. Every one of them was a Zero Mason and would do anything for money, ranging from murder to prostitution.
“Before the end of the month, your account balances shall have seven figures. Do not fail me.” I said as I climbed into my jet and flew away.

The whole time I had been gone, Jenny and Amanda had been zooming across Rome like a pair of gas molecules. Not only were they preparing for the wedding like two teenage girls with unlimited money and a bridal magazine, but they were also going on shopping sprees, walking around the city, and making up for lost time.
It took me three days to get back to Italy, after having to stop twice in Africa to refuel. The whole time I was on the plane, I was watching the dispersal of the nukes on my laptop. Using the GPS tracking units I had hidden in every crate, I was able to closely monitor their movement throughout the world. The Zero Masons were following their orders closely; all of the nukes were being quickly shipped and flown off of the island, none of them were being distributed to any location in suspicious groups, and none of the crates had been opened since all of the GPS trackers were still sending out their signal (I had rigged each crate with a trap that would destroy the bomb without setting them off, if the crates were opened. I would remotely deactivate the traps once the crates were in place.).
I finally landed in Italy, where Amanda and Jenny were giddily waiting for me. I stepped off the plane and Jenny instantly pounced on me, riding me to the ground and kissing me wildly. Laughing and pushing her off, I got back to my feet and gave her a long kiss. Amanda gave me a warm hug and replied I giving her a kiss on the forehead. She had a quick look of confusion on her face but it disappeared after only a moment.
“Alright ladies, show me what you’ve been up to for the last month.” I said with a smile.

From across the globe, Illuminati members were flying in to attend the wedding of Jenny and I. Not only was a marriage between two Illuminati members unheard of in all of the group’s history, but we were still the youngest members, so we were like celebrities of the Illuminati. The wedding was taking place in Vatican Gardens, which we had rented for private use for the day. Jenny and I had lied to Amanda and told her that everyone coming were just business associates.
Furniture and silverware were being rented, caterers and cooks were being hired, and endless flowers were bought. According to the weather channel, the weather would be perfect on the day of the wedding. With each day that passed by, I became more and more excited. Not a single tinge of nervousness entered my mind, for never in my life had I been as sure as I was when it came to spending my life with Jenny.

It was the morning before the wedding and I was standing on the balcony on the back of the villa, watching everything being set up. Tablemats and silverware were being laid out, delicious food from the chefs was being prepared, chairs were being arranged in front of the altar, and tents were being erected. Behind me, I heard the door open and close, and just from the smell, I knew who it was.
“Hello Amanda.” I said without moving.
“Hey.” She said softly. I turned to her and saw that she had a puzzled look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Can I ask you something Adrian? When you came back from wherever the hell you were, you kissed me on the forehead, why? Never in my life has anyone given me that sort of greeting.” She asked.
I chuckled, but before I could say anything, Amanda stepped towards me, standing with her face just a few inches from mine with her hands on my chest. Inside, Jenny stepped out of the bedroom and saw us. Her brow furrowed when she saw Amanda’s proximity to me.
“You know, you used to really scare me. But after seeing how you’ve changed and what you’ve become, I think I’m finally looking at you through Jenny’s eyes. And Adrian, I can see why she loves you. Maybe instead of it just being you and Jenny, it could be the three of us together. Maybe she’ll like the idea of sharing you. We could have a lot of fun together.” She said with a soft seductive tone.
Then she pressed her lips against mine and kissed me. Inside, Jenny’s face became pale and she gave a shuddering gasp of denial. But in a wave, all of her momentary pain and disbelief was brushed aside when she saw me gently push Amanda back.
“Stop.” I said sternly. Amanda avoided my gaze and nearly collapsed into a pile of desperation and regret.
“I’m sorry Adrian. It’s just that when I look at the life Jenny has here in Rome and with you… I get so envious that I want to scream. I just want to be as happy as you make Jenny, I can’t help but try and get it the way she did.” She said with tears running down her face. Inside, Jenny gave a sigh of relief. I stepped forward and put my hands on Amanda’s shoulders, and she looked up at me.
“I understand. But Jenny is my fiancé, and today she will become my wife. I can’t let anything ruin my relationship with her. Amanda, if I were a much weaker man, I might have said yes and continued to kiss you, but I didn’t become the man I am today to be seduced like a horny idiot. Jenny is the only person that will ever have access to my heart, I can’t let anyone be close to me in the way she is. I don’t care about physical attraction and pleasure, Jenny is the only woman who I can be with, she is the only woman in this world that I can love.” I said sympathetically. Amanda nodded and looked into my eyes.
“But still, why did you kiss me when you got back?” She asked. I smiled.
“I kissed you because you are precious to me. After all the time we spent talking on the phone, I realized that I love having you around and you make Jenny happy. You’re like family to us, and I care about you.” I said warmly. Amanda wiped away her last tear and smiled.
“Thank you.” She said softly.
“And please, come visit us at any time. You are always welcome in our home, you’re family.” I said as I hugged her.
“Thank you.” She said again. We separated and she went back inside. A few minutes later, Jenny stepped out and kissed me on the cheek.
“That was so cute.” She mused.
“You saw that?” I asked with shock.
“Of course, I was even able to read your lips. Adrian, I am so happy that you accepted her like that.” She said gratefully.
“Well as I said, I love having her around and she makes you happy.” I said. Jenny gave me another kiss and for almost a minute, we stood silently and stared into each other’s eyes.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“I’m as giddy as a school girl.” She joked.
“I’m serious.” I said with a smile.
“Nervous? No. Excited? More than you can imagine. I’ve been dreaming about this day for years and I can’t stop pinching myself to see if I really am.” She said softly.
“The wedding is in an hour, don’t you think you should… go change your clothes?” I asked innocently.
“Five minutes to put on my dress, five minutes to have a little “chat” with Amanda, and fifty minutes to get my makeup right.” She mused.
“So I’ll see you in an hour?”
“The next time you see me, I won’t be you’re fiancé; I’ll be your bride.” She said before giving me a tender kiss.

I stood at the altar with my whole body rigid with excitement. I looked out over the crowds of chattering Illuminati members, waiting for Jenny to appear. An Illuminati member who was also a registered priest would wed us. I had no best man, but Amanda would serve as Jenny’s one and only bride’s maid.
Suddenly, everyone in the crowds became silent as the music began to play. I looked out at the flash of white that was Jenny’s wedding dress and gasped in amazement. Never before had she looked as beautiful as she did now. Her long hair was shining in the light of the Roman sunlight like molten gold, her tan skin seemed to radiate with warmth, and her blue eyes glowed with the brilliance of neon lights. Her dress looked like it was made of silver and pearls and in her hand was a bouquet she had personally arranged, using only the most beautiful plants from her flower store. The light seemed to bend around her, as if her beauty was affecting reality itself.
Jenny walked slowly down the aisle with everyone in the crowds as mesmerized by her beauty as I was. Even Amanda couldn’t keep her mouth from hanging open. Jenny stepped up to the altar and blushed as she looked at me. The priest began to speak, reading out the traditional marriage sermon. I did not hear him or what he said, for I was completely fixated on Jenny. I was finally awoken from my trance when he asked if we had our vows and Jenny began to speak.
“Adrian, I love you more than you could possibly understand. The night you first opened your heart to me was the greatest day of my life, and every day since then has been even better than the one before it. I have followed you all these years because of how much I love you and because of the warmth I feel, knowing that my life is in your hands. I have devoted my life to you and it has been a beautiful life, and I know in my heart that the rest of our lives will be even more beautiful. I love you Adrian, and my body, mind, and soul will always belong to you.” She said softly. I took a moment to let her words sink in and enjoy the warmth and love they carried.
“Jenny, you have always been my reason to live. Before I met you, I just existed as a hollow shell without a true home, but you gave me a form of happiness that I didn’t think I was capable of feeling. You showed me that being human could be a good thing. I became the man I am today because of you and you have made me into a better man. You are what keeps me alive and keeps my existence and mind from shattering like glass; I need you Jenny, I can’t live in this world without you. You said that your body, mind, and soul would always belong to me. All I can do is say the same and add that my only regret is that I don’t have more to give. I love you Jenny, and you are the only woman who I am capable of loving.” I said. Jenny wiped away a single tear and the priest turned to her.
“Jenny Donovan, do you take Adrian Ashford to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked.
“I do.” She whispered.
“And Adrian, do you take Jenny Donovan to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He then asked.
“I do.” I replied.
“If there if no one to object to this union, then by the power invested in me, I hereby name you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” He said.
I wrapped my arms around Jenny and she pressed her lips against mine, kissing me so gently that her lips felt like a summer breeze. All of the guests applauded as Jenny and I held that embrace.

The wedding reception flew right by, and before I knew it, the sun was setting I was carrying Jenny through our house and up to the bedroom. Closing the door with my foot, I walked over to the bed and laid her down. Careful to not rip anything, we pulled of each other’s clothes as quickly but delicately as possible. With both of us naked, I suspended myself over Jenny, kissing every square inch of her flawless body. She would give a soft purr of arousal every time I kissed her.
I wrapped my arms around her slim frame and slowly entered her, causing her to give I gasping moan of ecstasy. It had been a month since we had last made love and our bodies were starved of the pleasure of being bonded. I took my assigned rhythm, moving back and forth and penetrating Jenny with every thrust. Jenny had her long smooth legs wrapped around my waist and was running her hands through my air as she moaned and gasped in my ear.
I had missed the feeling of her warm naked body pressed against mine, the gentle tremors of her heart beating and her lungs expanding and contracting, the taste of her lips against mine and our tongues wrapping around each other, the sweet smell of her hair across my face when my head was buried in the pillow, the sound of every shaking gasp and jubilated moan, and the sight of her unparalleled beauty and the love she had for me in her eyes.
Like the first time we made love in our home, I completely lost track of time. I don’t know how long we were intimate, for I could not focus my senses on the dimming light or the soreness of the blood vessels in my phallus from an overly prolonged erection.
Eventually, our muscles gave out as we both experienced a simultaneous climax. I ejaculated almost ten times, with the month-long accumulation of sperm filling her up and even overflowing. I collapsed beside Jenny and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we both tried to catch our breath.
“I can’t believe we’re finally married.” Jenny whispered.
“I know; it feels like only yesterday we were dancing at our high school prom.” I replied.
“I love you Adrian.” Jenny said softly.
“I love you too Jenny.” I said as my eyelids began to droop. I kissed her one last time and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke up a couple hours later and looked at the clock. It was just after ten thirty and the moon was shining brightly outside.
“Jenny, wake up, it’s time.” I said softly. Jenny hummed with tiredness and slowly opened her eyes.
“What?” She asked.
“It’s time, it’s time for us to bring peace to the world.” I said. Jenny’s whole body seemed to jumpstart at my words as excitement fully woke her up.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” She said.
With all of the tiredness brushed away, we climbed out of bed and got dressed. We silently walked past the guest room where Amanda was still sound asleep and stepped into my office. I sat behind the desk and turned on the computer, with Jenny leaning against the back of my chair. I brought up my GPS tracker and checked the position of all the nuclear bombs.
“Alright, they’re all in position and none of them have been opened. The Zero Masons followed their orders perfectly. Now to tie up the loose ends…” I said as I pulled out my cellphone and quickly dialed a number.
“Commander Leroy, it’s time.” I ordered.
“Yes sir.” The man on the other line replied before I hung up.
“Who was that?” Jenny asked.
“A group of Zero Masons that I did not hire to move the nukes. They aren’t laborers; they’re mercenaries. Right now all of the members of the Illuminati are being assassinated. The one thing Zero Masons can never do is kill an Illuminati member, unless the council orders it. In the Illuminati, your wealth and possessions don’t go to your family members; they go to the rest of the organization via bank transaction. I have hacked into the bank accounts of all the members and changed it so that all of their money and deeds go instead to you and I, making the two of us the only members of the Illuminati and the Illuminati council itself. I need that cash to pay all the Zero Masons and I can’t allow the Illuminati chase after me.”
“Brilliant, very well done.” Jenny said without any hint of objection in her voice.
“Now, to equalize the world…” I said as activated the virus I had planted in every government defense system, granting me complete control of every single country on earth.
All across the globe, sirens blared in military bases as missile silos were activated. Emergency procedures were implemented to shut them down before the missiles could launch, but the only computer on earth that could stop them was in my possession.
Nuclear missiles flew across the sky but not over national borders. They dropped down, striking military bases that held their country’s supply of atomic weapons. Fiery mushroom clouds blanketed the nuclear superpowers of the world, destroying the weapons that had been built to destroy everything else. In the instantaneous explosions, the stockpiled nukes were destroyed before they could detonate and add more death and destruction. Even the Illuminati bunker near Antarctica was destroyed. Every government knew to keep their nuclear stockpiles away from major cities, but the death toll shot up into the millions in a matter of minutes. Never had so many nuclear bombs ever been used.
“It pains my heart to think of all the people I’ve just killed.” I said softly, gripping the middle of my chest. Jenny placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
“It was only a fraction of the earth’s population and all great movements bring collateral damage. You are bringing peace to the world, so feel pain for the deaths, but do not slow down. They’re deaths were needed for peace.” She said softly.
“Thank you.” I replied, kissing her hand.
I gave back control of each nation’s government, so that aid and response could be organized and distributed. Across the globe, national responders were sent to the areas where the bombs had fallen, to help the wounded and civilians within the blast zone. As doctors and agents tried to save as many lives as they could, every government tried to find out where the bombs had come from. Every country with atomic weapons had been a victim, but satellite reports showed that not a single missile had crossed any country’s borders, meaning that none of them were a case of one country attacking another.
After an hour, I retook control of the world, while allowing every country to still send aid and relief to the damaged areas. Across the globe, a lone crate holding a nuclear bomb sat in every country. They were all close enough to national capitals to be seen upon detonation, but they would not cause any deaths. They were meant only to draw attention. In a separate location in each country, there was a cluster of five bombs that would not go off.
I activated the remote detonators inside each demonstration bomb and set them off. Twice in one night, the world was blanketed in nuclear explosions as the bombs were set off, catching the attention of every government. By now, the citizens of the world were awake and trying to figure out what was going on. They were watching the news, staring in horror and disbelief at the explosions and aftermath. World leaders tried to figure out where the bombs were coming from, for now, every nation on earth had been attacked, but this time, not a single missile had been launched. Jenny and I watched it all from my computer, hoping we were doing the right thing.
“It is time to make my declaration.” I said. Jenny nodded and moved away from me.
I once again activated my viral hacks in each country, this time taking control of every TV station on earth. I activated my computer’s webcam with the translation option activated, and on every TV on earth, my face appeared. I took a deep breath.
“Greetings, people of the world. As you may well know, our planet has just been devastated by a nuclear catastrophe the likes of which we have never seen before. I am here to tell you now that I am responsible for what you all consider to be a disaster of biblical proportions.” I said.
Across the globe, governments tried to take my broadcast off the television networks, but I had assumed complete control. They couldn’t even track where the broadcast was coming from. People in their living rooms and bedrooms stared at me, waiting for me to continue. In every country, the broadcast was coming out in the national language, having been translated by my computer. Jenny was standing in the corner, giving me a reassuring smile.
“I wish to make it clear that this is not an act of war or terrorism, but the first step towards peace. The first wave of nuclear strikes obliterated the atomic stockpiles of every country on earth, ensuring that I am the only one who possesses and knows the location of any remaining nuclear bombs.
Currently, there are five nuclear bombs for every country now in existence, and they are my gift to the nations of the world. Every country shall receive a message with coordinates as to the location of their own stockpile. You are free to replace them if they are used, however, if any country tries to own more than five bombs, I will find them and destroy them.
I am sure you are wondering why I am doing this. My reason is simple; I want to bring world peace. By controlling the amount of nuclear bombs every country has, I have brought equilibrium to the world. With that equilibrium will come the greatest war deterrent: fear. With all countries now equal in terms of destructive power, the barbaric act of one nation trying to conquer a smaller and weaker nation will come to an end out of fear of obliteration.
I have watching you all fighting pointlessly and I have studied the history of the human race. Only with fear can I force the world into peace, only with fear can I force your national militaries into submission, and only with fear can I take away the illogical and sadistic option to wage war.
Many of you shall consider me a tyrant, due to my actions and the deaths I have caused. You will compare me to Hitler or Stalin because of all the people that have been killed tonight. I assure you that I would have preferred if no one had died, genocide and death are the last things I want. Blame your greedy and war-mongering governments for keeping nuclear weapons so close to your homes and families. Had they worked more on peace and less on war, no one would have died tonight.
I am sorry for the death and destruction I have caused, but out of pain shall come peace. With fear forcing the countries of the world into equality, world peace will finally be created. People of earth, you have just lost the option of war, whether you like it or not.
The future is now in your hands. You can either live with the newly established status quo, or you can go back to fighting and killing for your own greedy and selfish reasons. Though, you will find that the second choice cannot be made as easily and carelessly as it used to be.
My name is Adrian Ashford, I am the leader of the Illuminati, and the bringer of peace.” I said as I ended the broadcast. I stood up and walked over to Jenny.
“Have I done the right thing, or did I just cause the Nuclear Holocaust?” I asked, seeking reassurance.
“Adrian, you have always known what is best. You don’t need to ask me for the right answer, because you always know what the right answer is. I believe what you did is right and I believe you have succeeded where all others have failed because you weren’t afraid to make the tough decisions. I believe in you Adrian, I believe in what you accomplished today, and as your wife, I will always believe in you.” She said. I wrapped my arms around her.
“Thank you Jenny.” I said as I held her close. After a few seconds of hugging, I finally spoke up.
“You know, I think it might be a good idea for us to move.” I said, making Jenny laugh.
“I hear Zurich is lovely this time of year.” She replied.
“Or maybe Paris.” I suggested. Jenny looked up at me.
“A wonderful decision.” She said. We both stared into each other’s eyes.
“I love you.” We both said at the same time. Then with my arm around Jenny, we walked back to the bedroom.

Brief nuclear exchanges echoed in the following few days between feuding countries, killing millions of people and causing unbelievable destruction. But as I had planned, they ended as quickly as they began, with every participating country regretting their decisions and all bystander countries making sure they learned from the mistakes of the victims and perpetrators.
After the transient clashes, the nations of the world all beefed up their defenses, but no one dared attack or invade another country. The status quo of the world had been locked down and no one could change it out of fear of nuclear obliteration.
For the next several decades, an uneasy peace settled across the world. People were afraid of attack, but the attacks never came. Similar to the Cold War, international tensions were reduced to little more than countries holding their fingers over the launch button and bluffing. Now that the Third World could fight back, America, Russia, Europe, and the nations in Asia ceased bullying smaller countries out of greed and fighting pointless wars. They had always operated on the belief that they could do whatever they wanted as long as their enemies couldn’t overpower them, but now the nations of the world were forced to be equal. They could either deflate their egos or be annihilated.
I constantly watched from my computer, always strengthening my hold on the military and informational systems of the world by hacking and re-hacking my way through every new firewall and defense, making sure that no country could ever lock me out, build a vast number of nuclear weapons, and take over the world.
There was no aspect of any government that I did not have eyes and ears in, and whenever I found out that a country had so much as one more nuclear bomb than I allowed them, the punishment was swift and brutal. Taking control of their missile defense system, I would wipe whatever base the bomb was held at off the map.
The views people had of me were far more complicated than merely “mixed”, with many calling me the Antichrist and just as many calling me the savior of the world and true bringer of peace. People were always trying to find Jenny and I, either to kill us or thank us for what we had done.
With the powers and wealth of all the former Illuminati members, Jenny and I were able to evade capture with ease. We completely disappeared off the face of the earth with layer after layer of aliases, with only Amanda knowing our true identities. Never in her life did she ever tell anyone about us.
With our enemies unable to find us and the world in the palms of our hands, Jenny and I lived out our lives in happiness and luxury. We loved each other, never forgetting what we had done for each other, our adventures together, and the peace we had given to the world and ourselves.


Anonymous readerReport

2014-10-03 07:58:51
Superb story the best I have read till now

Anonymous readerReport

2014-06-17 15:36:11
It was good till the illuminati crap

anonymous readerReport

2012-04-21 06:45:46
Now this is what i like, an actual story that occasionally has a sex scene. But there not just random sex scenes there a part of the story in which they show there love for each other in a physical way. Great job a truly enjoyable story.

Cya later:)

anonymous readerReport

2012-03-23 02:40:38
from android to leader of the Illuminati awesome story sage all according the plan lol

Sir VendettaReport

2011-08-06 12:53:23
epic story.

and to the below: expect and receive.

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