I blew my guns like a protagonist from a trope ridden Western movie as I walked over to the mangled woman and her hopeful savior that had crumpled atop her, like a widower mourning his widow.
Although, I doubted they even knew each other, considering the man hadn't been on the corner when I bowled through the crowd in my brand new, now totaled, police car. A look back through the gaping hole in the convenience store, at the car parked neatly in the middle of the building, sat atop a few rows of various goods, made me think it probably wasn't totaled.
It could serve as an escape vehicle, but first thing's first; I had some collecting to do.
I bent over and dipped the tip of my right gun in one of the exit holes in the man's back, then mixed it with blood from one of the woman's bullet wounds; strangers, like lovers, entwined both in death and in blood. I straightened as I stuffed the barrel in my mouth and sucked the tip; my eyes darted to the shaking pedestrian down the road, still holding her phone out as she recorded me. She let out a squeak when my eyes landed on her, spun around, and started running away like her life depended on it.
It made me grateful, as the way my eyes rolled up into my skull, along with my knees almost buckling, probably made it look like I orgasmed from sucking blood off the barrel of a gun.
Of course, I didn't actually come in my pants on a street corner surrounded by seven--make that eight--corpses.
But I almost did.
Intense pleasure assaulted my senses, as it had several times before, but it was twice as powerful this time. I felt like I was going to combust into flames, and I knew if I really tried to, I could bust a nut; I held back, of course, but I still almost fell over from the sheer height of pleasure I reached. It took two instants this time, instead of one, before two sets of a thousand capabilities each descended upon me like the Judeo-Christian God against Egyptian firstborns.
Resistance. Resistance.
And then I was back, gun in mouth, the sounds of Haru beating dead meat keeping me company. I pulled the gun out and turned to the remaining four bodies that hadn't survived the two ton hunk of metal plowing into them. I picked up the pace, zigzagging from the first one, a man with his head flattened into a messy flesh-pancake, to the second one; another man, with a large chunk of skin smeared across concrete from being ran over and dragged several feet. Then a woman, her body intact but her head on backwards, and finally; a dude with his neck bent at a ninety-degree angle.
He must have landed direct on the side of his head.
Unlucky. Or lucky, for--I assumed--dying instantly.
With each person, I dabbed up a bit of blood with a gun and licked it, getting hit with pleasure and the capability for resistance, before moving on to the next.
Four resistances, on top of five. Including my own initial capability for resistance, I was now ten times as resistant as an average person, roughly speaking--some of these people could have been more or less resistant in certain ways, but I was confident it all balanced out. There was the law of averages, or whatever it was called.
I was left with just Haru and the corpse below him; I approached, the words, "Get off him," leaving my mouth as I did so. Haru obeyed and stood up, but I didn't go for the corpse like I did the others. Instead, I went up to Haru and licked a splotch of his victim's blood off his face, letting out a louder laugh than I intended, as the pleasure hit while I was imagining how uncomfortable he must be. I once more chose resistance, and then I was back with Haru, an inch from his face.
The barrel of my gun found the underside of his chin, pointed straight up at his brain.
"No hard feelings, right?" I chuckled, "Get it? 'Cause you're made of stone?" Then I paused, "Ah, I guess it would be hard feelings then." A frown met my face. "Fuck you, man."
I pulled the trigger.
Haru's head snapped back and he stumbled back.
I heard the tinkle from the bullet casing bouncing off the ground.
But I didn't hear the thump of a hefty, stone-like body meeting concrete.
Haru remained planted on his feet. He shook his head, eyes dazed and unfocused, before they settled on me. Rage and grief appeared on his face in an instant, lips pulling back in a snarl; his eyes grew damp as he ground his teeth so hard I could hear them scrape. I couldn't recall ever seeing so much pain in a man's face, especially after being shot in the head...
"Aw, fuck." I solemnly swore, the realization dawning on me, "You're made of stone."
And then he charged.
A battle cry ripped through the air, sounding like his vocal chords ripped from the sheer ferocity. Each step punched the concrete like a thunderclap as the stone-man rushed me with alarming speed; I barely had time to put my hands up, guns crossed, before he tackled me.
My head thumped against the concrete, but it felt more like a slap than anything. It surprised me, so I didn't react in time to stop Haru's fist from slamming into my face. He hit hard, and it hurt more than the ground did; if I was a normal person, I'm sure my head would have been caved in. But I wasn't normal anymore. When he pulled back for another punch, he stopped and stared down at me, his fist hanging in the air.
He must not like my smile.
Haru let out a shuddering breath, "You fuckingBASTARD!" He roared before he resumed his assault; the punches rained down, each harder than the last as he did his best to rearrange my face into a one-dimensional circle.
My fist interrupted his punches when it clocked the side of his skull and snapped his head to the side, but he grunted and returned the favor with another punch that had my head smack against the sidewalk. Not one to be done up, I punched back, hitting his cheek with all the strength I could gather with him on top of me.
Then he punched me again.
We traded blows one after the other, smacks of stone and meat echoing around us, until he let out a rage-fueled scream and stood up, dragging me up with him, and then further up as he hoisted me into the air. I didn't try to stop him as he threw me; I did try to land, but I tumbled over and over for a few seconds before I managed to get control of my momentum. I looked up when I did so and was greeted by the sight of Haru charging me once more.
I turned around and started running.
Clearly, this was a battle of two tanks, with not enough damage for one of us to die without spending an hour just clobbering each other. My only hope was that I was faster than him, and could--
A loud crash, the sound of stone fracturing, echoed behind me.
I didn't slow down as I glanced back to see what the fuck just happened.
I almost tripped as I forgot to keep running, my mind stuttering at the sight of a tanned woman in a white, high-cut leotard, standing with one foot atop Haru like some sort of triumphant hunter. My jaw dropped for a second until I picked it up, gears turning in my head as I met her red eyes; she had a stern expression on her face as she said, "Don't worry, you're safe now."
My heart thumped in my chest, and I did my best to suffocate the desire to grin like a lunatic...
It seemed to not work, as she gave me a weird look.
A laugh left my throat, and then another, before I managed to control myself.
"Sorry, it's just, really funny." I chuckled and started walking towards her. Her eyes were narrowed in confusion with a creeping hint of suspicion as she tried to parse my behavior. "I wasn't expecting him to get fuck-"
She hopped.
Pain radiated throughout my body and I found myself spinning through the air like a human bullet, approaching a brick wall at a dangerous speed. My face crashed into it, followed by the rest of my body; I bounced off and landed on the street, skidding a foot before I stopped. A short groan left me as my hands investigated my head; it felt like my face was one giant, throbbing bruise, and the rest of my body didn't feel much better, but my nose wasn't broken and my teeth remained intact.
"Ugh," I groaned as I sat up, "What the... fuck is wrong with you?!" I shouted, more in frustration than at Mirko...
But she responded nonetheless.
"You're a part of this, aren't you?" She questioned, her voice low and menacing. My eyes widened as I looked up; she was right behind me, staring down at me with a glare in her eyes.
The spooked look on my face morphed into a grin as I felt my power take hold of her mind; the harsh look vanished, replaced with a distant stare as the tension left her body. I stood up with a grunt, feeling sore all over but otherwise fine, and stretched with a drawn out groan.
"Yeah," I confessed, "I did all this. That guy you fucked up--" I chuckled. "--completely innocent bystander. I appreciate it though; saved me from having to run away from him." A pondering finger tapped my chin in thought. "He's way faster than stone should be."
I looked at her and grinned, stepping closer to invade her personal space, close enough that her sizable bust pressed against my chest. My eyes of course dipped down, but I forced the lustful thoughts away... Mostly. My hands cupped the underside of her tits, lifting them up as if comparing their weight. "Nice." I said before refocusing, my gaze finding her empty eyes. "Right, what the fuck am I gonna do with you?"
I could just take her strength, or resistance. Maybe even risk taking her capability for power. If my special ability worked as I guessed, taking her capability for kicking would be especially effective for combat, as it would transfer her combat skill for kicking plus the power, and her kicks were her specialty; I don't think I ever saw her throw a punch.
She was like Sanji, from One Piece, but better.
But I wanted more than that. I wanted her.
If she was on my side, it would be even better than just having her power, because I could fuck her. And, like, strength in numbers, that's important too. Having someone watch my back, being on my side through thick and thin... Mirko was the type of person who I took to be ride or die. I'd never really had someone like that, and if I was being honest, I didn't like that. I wanted to correct that issue, and Mirko seemed like an excellent choice.
The problem was that my mind control wasn't permanent, and apparently could be broken with something as light as a gunshot if Haru was anything to go by. I hadn't considered how resilient Hitoshi's brainwashing effect would be, but if I did, I still would have assumed it to be stronger; the only time I could recall it breaking was when the One For All ghosts helped out Izuku. I didn't know anyone else that had ghosts in their head like that, so I would have expected the brainwashing to just work. Flawlessly.
I had to do something different.
What capability could I take to make her mine? Several presented themselves in my head, all variations of a capability for "not loving anyone but me" or "not being my wife/slave/partner in crime", but they didn't feel broad enough. If she loved me, she didn't have to do what I wanted, if she was a slave, she wouldn't love me; if she would just, love me, but also do whatever I wanted, that would be ideal.
I could try taking her capability for "not being a loving slave to me", but I wasn't sure if it would be an actual capability. Plus, being a slave felt too vague. I needed something cleaner, that gave me exactly what I wanted...
Ah, of course. The solution was obvious.
I embraced her fully, and my mouth found her neck; I gave it a lick, and then sunk my teeth into it.
Or rather, I tried too.
I essentially just gnawed at her flesh like a toothless baby, slobbering over it as I tried to pierce her skin. Right, she's one strong bitch; it is known. She could solo high-end Nomus and all that... I guess I just expected her to be all offense and no defense, considering she lost an arm and a leg. But, now that I thought about it, she was the one who tore her own arm off, didn't she?
Fuck. She's perfect.
And she still had both arms and legs, not that I cared too much about that; cybernetics were badass, as was tearing your own limb off to fuck a bitch up, but it was what was inside that counted.
Soon it would be my dick, once I could bite through her skin.
...
After a solid minute of trying I gave up on biting her neck.
I looked her over, wondering where the weakest point to bite would be. My eyes met hers, and I considered just biting one of her eyeballs, but I didn't want to blind her. Or find out what a human eyeball feels like in my mouth. Further, my gaze moved down her face, until it settled on her cute, reddish-pink lips; very kissable, and I assumed they were weaker than her neck.
My lips met hers in a kiss. It was lovely, romantic, and then I bit down with my canines and tasted sweet, sweet blood.
Pleasure flooded my veins like liquid fire, and I was again faced with a thousand choices...
But there was really only one.
Her capability for disobeying me, which I was quite glad actually existed, became mine.
I didn't have the luxury of dwelling on the consequences of me being better at disobeying myself, because when I found myself back in reality, I was again tumbling through the air. My stomach hurt like a motherfucker, but the impending ground was promising to make that a nonissue, considering the speed at which I was flying down the road.
Asphalt met skin, arresting my momentum, but not without taking its literal pound of flesh. I skidded, slowing down as I left a bloody trail, the side of my face grinding against the road along with my arms as I desperately tried to stop. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt, a stinging sensation that screamed its way through my nervous system with jagged peaks, the sort of pain you couldn't ever get used to. It should make me scream, wail like a dying man as nerve-tips were ground down and skin was viciously shredded.
But I didn't even cry.
After what felt like minutes, but was in actuality mere seconds, I came to a stop. The dull, throbbing pain in my stomach was distinct yet overshadowed by the burning I felt in my face and arms where several layers of skin were completely missing. As I laid there, in the middle of the road, at least one or two hundred feet from where I had stood, I found it hard to believe I wasn't a sobbing, screaming mess. I should have been.
All my life I had played it safe, avoided pain wherever I could; I didn't adventure, didn't engage in risky behavior, because I knew the pain that could result. I felt that pain as a young child, and I knew then I never wanted to feel it again. I didn't want to ever hurt again because I thought I couldn't handle such a thing, could handle pain.
And yet, here I laid, not even whimpering. It hurt, it hurt worse than anything I had ever felt; the pain was as present as oxygen, and bothered me just as much.
I resisted it, and I was strong. I controlled myself.
I was bleeding out. I could feel the fast growing wetness of my blood where I still had skin; if I tried, I could probably stand, but I feared it would make the blood flow quicker. I didn't know how much blood loss it would take before I passed out and died. So, I just laid there, staring up at the blue sky, only a few white clouds floating gently across it as the sun shone down upon us all.
A shadow fell upon me.
"H-Hey," I said, attempting a cheeky grin, but I think it failed; it felt like I was missing a corner of my mouth. At least the skin on and around it was gone. My voice was still pretty clear, though, even if it was weaker than I preferred.
She glared down at me, not responding. Had she already figured out the trigger to my mind control? She was smart.
Hot.
Ah, but she didn't know what I just did to her, did she?
"Y-You..." I started to croak; speaking was difficult when your cheek was missing, so it took some effort. I braced myself and continued. "Are loyal to m-me... Above all else."
Darkness claimed me.