ALL NOVEL Chapter 11: When life gives you lemons (NSFW)
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“Dear God. Holy shit.”
Blake and Mona ran but weren’t remotely fast enough. By the time they were close enough to do something, the battle was already over. So they hid, and crept out when the creatures were gone, and found several pools of blood that used to be their friends. All the corpses had been dragged in red smears down into the water.
Blake took steadying breaths and tried to think like Mason.
First, the others were dead. He couldn’t do anything about that now, so it was time to adapt and move on. But wasn’t this a ‘tutorial’? Blake checked his profile, and sure enough, there just below his titles was his current contracts, and his contract with Hank was still listed. He focused on it to gain the details.
[Contract currently suspended. Will re-activate in 1 hour and 59 minutes.]
Mona was sitting on the nearby log they’d all first gathered on, her head resting in her hands. “How can we cross with those things in the water? How can we do anything?”
“This is going to sound crazy,” Blake said, then licked his lips. “But stay with me.” He knelt down in front of Mona. “I don’t think our friends are dead.”
Mona stared into his eyes, probably for a sign of madness. “You’re right,” she said. “That does sound crazy. We just fucking watched it happen.”
“Look, I’ve played a lot of video games, and you don’t just get killed in tutorials. You get more chances. There’s room for error.” Mona continued staring so Blake took a breath and tried again. “Hank and I formed a pact. It sort of…bound him to me. And the system says that contract is going to continue in two hours. So I’m thinking…that’s some kind of…I don’t know…respawn time.”
Mona closed her eyes. “You’re telling me…our friends, who we just watched torn to bloody pieces by fish monsters, are going to magically appear in front of us in two hours?”
“Pretty much. Yeah.”
She ran her fingers through her short, blonde hair. “So…what the hell are we supposed to do for the next two hours? Stare out at the monster filled water, and just, what…wait?”
Blake looked at the very vulnerable, attractive girl, practically begging him for a solution with her eyes. He supposed a better man might have done something different. But this was the apocalypse, Blake was young and horny, and this girl had the body of a sexy athlete. He flooded her mind with a shot of lusty Mental Influence, leaned forward, and kissed her.
When he pulled back she stared for a moment, then leaned into him and practically shoved her tongue in his mouth. He took her hand and moved to their sleeping spot, which was both more comfortable and further away from the recent scene of bloody violence.
When they arrived at the flat, comfortable bed, Mona looked a little hesitant. Blake knew he should save his mana. But then he did have meditate now…and frankly, he needed this almost as much as she did. He sent another, smaller wave of lust, and met her eyes. “Stop over thinking it.”
“Let’s head back to the beach.”
Blake didn’t try and take the girl’s hand as he might with most. Instead he just prepared himself mentally for the possibility of boglok attack, which for whatever reason didn’t actually frighten him. But then he supposed there was a reason. He could pretend he didn’t know—that he just didn’t think about such things, or was a perpetual optimist. But the truth was he just believed—believed in his own fate, in his own luck. Because somehow he knew, had always known, he was destined for great things, and this wayward beach certainly wasn’t how or when he’d die.