Shoving his body into what might be his last good shirt he entered the hallway, and was immediately hit with an even worse smell than before. The bedroom door hadn’t been closed after all, and he could clearly see the bed he’d been pulled through absolutely coated in dissolved tissue. Even before he’d left the bathroom he’d written the bed off, but the sight and smell of melted flesh literally covering his old bed was disgusting enough that if he had anything in his stomach it would have found itself on the hallway floor.
“Oh fuck me, that's rank!” Covering his nose and mouth with his shirt in an attempt to keep the odor as far away from the inside of his body as possible, he closed the bedroom door and went towards his living room, where he could hear the woman idly walking around.
She had been going through his things, by the sight of his kitchen having been tidied up and multiple appliances of his having been moved around. He would have been happy about the free cleaning, if he wasn’t annoyed about someone he didn’t know going through his shit.
Finally entering his living room he was met with the sight of the woman literally disassembling his television. With screws and small parts from the flatscreen floating in the air above her she was in the process of completely taking it apart with her magic when he’d finally gotten out of the bathroom. A small flash of anger shoved its way forward at the sight of the complete stranger, who had already rifled through his shit, taking apart one of his newest sources of entertainment.
If she’s broken the damn thing how the fuck am I supposed to watch ‘Killer’s Remorse’ anymore?
Slightly annoyed by the possibility of his TV being broken, but not stupid enough to mouth off to someone who was with a literal Goddess sipping tea, he faked clearing his throat to get her attention.
“Hello there, would you explain why you are molesting my television?”
The woman barely spared him a glance before she turned back towards her little ‘project’, removing even more parts from the television.
Shit like this is why I don’t let anyone stay here without me being around, going through my shit, dismantling my fucking TV, it’s like having a dusted roommate, except instead of stealing anything with a magic core she’s taking apart appliances and cleaning my damn house…. On second thought maybe it’s not as bad as having a dusted roommate.
Doing his best to keep himself amicable while the woman openly disregarded his presence, while also trying to find a calm and respectable way to tell someone to stop fucking around with his shit, he looked out the window where the sun had more than set for the night.
How long was I even out? Seven hours? Nine? It had to have been longer than just a few hours, she spent several just scraping me down…
Figuring the issue of getting a new television could be solved later, he turned back to the woman as she began disconnecting the backlight from the screen. “Do you know how long I was out? It’s rather late out and all..,” Interrupting him by waving her hand at him to leave her alone he had to suppress another burst of irritation.
Realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with the woman until she was done whatever she was doing, he took a quick look around at his cleaned apartment. As he was looking around his apartment he noticed that most of the room seemed cleaner than before, hell if he didn’t know better he’d assumed the walls had been repainted from how new they looked.
“Good looking and good at cleaning, at least there are upsides to this whole mess.”
Regardless of the fact he had spoken pretty much in a dead whisper under his breath, or the fact he was a good ways away from the woman by now, he was still surprised she had heard him.
He was even more surprised when something hit him in the back of the head hard enough to send him into a frontal spiral directly into the hardwood floor.
Son of a bitch!
Getting to his feet he whirled around on what he expected was going to be a face off, but the damn woman hadn’t moved an inch, she had hardly even turned in his direction before she had finished dismantling her newest toy.
Enough!
Glaring at the nuisance as she finally rose from her makeshift workstation he lost the small amount of patience he had left. “Listen, I don’t know who you are but while you’re in my home you are going to stop fucking with me!”
He’d barely had time to react before she literally appeared in front of him, gazing into his eyes from an uncomfortably close distance.
I regret this decision immensely.
While he'd gotten a good look at her before his transformation, his new body was slightly more sensitive than his old one, in the sense that he could almost feel the strength of magic she had inside her. It almost made him want to curl up and cry, or kneel and apologize. It wasn't a good feeling. It was a unique feeling, seeing someone so attractive that brought out fear instead of anything else, like swapping the feeling you'd get between a supermodel and a spawn from hell.
Staring into each others eyes for a moment she pulled away before clicking her tongue and retreating towards his couch. He’d be happy to still have his balls attached to his body, if he wasn’t sure they’d fallen off already.
While he was happy he didn’t get his jaw lopped off, he was still angry at her. He was down a bed, and probably everything else in the bedroom, had been practically tortured for hours, and now someone he didn’t know had destroyed his television. To be honest if he wasn’t terrified of the woman he probably would have demanded she leave, followed by him dragging everything out of his bedroom and burning it.
Looking at the woman as she proceeded to tinker with the parts she had taken from his TV he realized that he’d probably have to burn some time before she was even willing to talk to him, probably after she was done playing around. Looking towards the direction of his bedroom, where the smell was still coming from, he let out a small sigh and moved back towards his bathroom.
This is going to take a few hours at least, hopefully she’s done fucking with me by then.
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Cleaning the bedroom had proven far more difficult than he’d first expected. He had literally melted over the bed, and then the molten flesh had stuck to the floor. Cleaning the debris off the floor had taken him over two hours, and that didn’t count the two hours he’d spent tearing his mattress apart and bringing it to the dumpsters behind the apartment. By the time he was done getting rid of the bed and cleaning the floors the night had ended, and daylight was shining through his windows.
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He’d bagged all his clothes and thrown them into the washing machine, before dragging his dresser down to the curb as well and leaving it there. If someone wanted it for firewood or some shit they could have it, but he wasn’t going to keep it with the smell stuck to it.
By the time he was done he’d completely emptied his admittingly bare bedroom. Luckily he’d kept his spare blankets and pillows in a closet outside the bedroom instead of inside of it, but it was still irritating that he’d had to throw out so much stuff. He’d most likely just lost around two grand worth of stuff from the whole situation.
If someone calls a Beater about the melted flesh I’ll just tell them it was an Altered ability I didn’t know about, not exactly a lie and it’s not unheard of for new abilities to show up as an adult. Worse comes to worse they ask me to isolate in one of their protection sites for a few weeks until they are done testing to make sure I'm not at danger of melting an entire building or some shit.
‘New ability as a result of soul damage’ might raise some questions from eggheads however.
When he’d finished and scrubbed the room down, before spraying it with half a dozen cans of air freshener, he’d gone to take another shower.
Which had managed to turn into another issue when he had left his bedroom for the last time and the door was locked.
Since the start he’d been passing the woman, sometimes she’d ignore him, other times she’d glare at him, especially when he was dragging the ruined remains of his bed away. Needless to say most of his place smelled horrible now, but it was nowhere near as bad as when he woke up.
The fact he had finally finished, after hours of scrubbing the room down and dragging hundreds of pounds of furniture and garbage down towards the dumpsters, smelling like literal death, only for the chance of finishing and taking a shower to be denied by someone being an active annoyance finally pushed him over the ledge, regardless of how bad an idea he instinctively knew it was to even disrespect the woman.
“Alright! Fuck this! I am going to rent a goddamn hotel you can stay here and dismantle this whole fucking building for all I care!”
Grabbing his wallet, checking to make sure he had enough for a few nights, and leaving his ‘home’ he’d hardly made it to the elevator before he was suddenly back in front of the bathroom door.
What the fuck.
Blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t having a stroke he took a step back.
He had left, he knew he had. Looking around the apartment was the exact same as before he’d tried to leave, save for his wallet still being in his pocket. Trying to leave again, he walked a few steps only to blink back in front of the door.
Either she wants me to stay or she has the worst pickup method on the planet.
Several attempts later he was stuck standing in front of the bathroom door, even trying to open the door had not worked. Even with his new body, proven when the floorboards under his feet began to crack long before he managed to shove the door in. He'd even tried using his enhanced arm to open the door, but it merely stopped in front of it before it could even touch it.
He’d been forced to wait in front of the door for close to three hours before he heard the shower inside turn off, but by this point he was practically sleeping standing up. Hearing the door open in front of him his eyes flashed open, resting on the woman who’d decided to make his day far more difficult than it had to be.
She seemed happy, which was a first since she had arrived, and he hoped it meant she’d stop messing with him long enough for him to get the rest of his work done. Or, at the very least, stop using magic on him. With a small smile and new clothes she walked past him, gesturing with her hand to follow him like a puppy.
He wanted to tell her to take her hand and shove it somewhere obscene, but his body moved against his will and followed her. It was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least, to have your body taken from you, used as a puppet as someone else controlled you. The few short seconds it lasted as they walked was enough to understand why Altered abilities that controlled minds or bodies were so heavily monitored.
Oh Goddess it’s like every nightmare I have ever had fused into one and made into a woman.
They walked through the kitchen, the living room, before marching straight out the front door not even bothering to close the door behind them.
Oh Goddess she’s outright kidnapping me now.
By the time they’d reached the stairway, having marched past the elevator, he’d begun struggling as much as he could through the magic. It seemed regardless of the amount of effort he put in or how much he raged inside his own mind his body refused to move how he wanted it to. He could feel his muscles trying to move, could feel as his body did its best to fight against the magic enveloping his body, but it wasn’t enough to even slow their movement.
By the time they’d gotten to the bottom of the staircase his body was coated in sweat from trying to fight for control. He knew in the far reaches of his mind that she wasn’t going to kill him, but the feeling of not being in control of his own body, his own movements, was terrifying.
Where the hell are we even going? I figured she was going to take us to the roof or some shit to look at the city around us, is she planning on going for a walk or something? Why take me? Hope she can fight properly if she’s going to be walking around in nothing but black dress shoes, most of the people here will think she’s some business woman instead of an Angel.
Worst comes to worst, she bodies a few people while I watch I guess.
There was no doubt in his mind that unless an army tried their luck against her the woman would be fine. Anyone who had the ability to drink tea with a Goddess, possibly had gone through the same evolution he had from the fact she had immediately worked on cleaning him of the debris, and use magic strong enough to completely overpower his new body with ease was someone that he had no doubt could easily bulldoze dozens of Altereds with little to no effort. He doubted the strongest Altereds on the planet could really threaten her, let alone a few dozen gangsters who might not even have any abilities.
The fact of the matter was that she most likely had gone through the same process he had, especially if she was a follower of Vira, and a trusted one at that who had most likely been sent to watch over him that is. It wouldn't make sense to send someone weaker than him to watch him after all, especially if someone found out about what he was and decided that he needed to be taken care of.
And I yelled at her, hopefully this isn’t her taking her frustrations out on me.
The memory of his transformation flashed through his mind, the additions to his body and the strength he could feel. He knew he was stronger now on an instinctual level, let alone how easily he was able to move and do things he wasn’t able to before. Hell, he’d ripped his mattress in half by accident while trying to move it and had nearly put a hole in the elevator when he wasn’t paying attention. He was stronger than average before, but he wasn’t strong enough to dent steel.
The fact she had so easily overpowered him, and used magic he didn’t even understand without even looking at him, or being in the same room with him, only further proved the fact that she was strong.
I hope she doesn’t walk us around the whole city, I am already exhausted from today, and I just woke up!
They had exited the building by now, and had begun wandering down the street towards the inner city. The drive was over twenty minutes, so the walk would take at least an hour, hopefully she just wanted to observe a small amount of the city and wasn’t out to scout the whole damn thing.
By now he’d given up on trying to break out of the magic, he hadn’t made any progress even after ten minutes of constant struggle, and figuring that she wasn’t going to kill him decided to just let the situation play out. Hopefully her curiosity was sated quickly and he could pass out on his couch, or wherever he could find enough room to lie down honestly.
They’d kept walking down the streets, stopping to admire billboards and street signs of all things, before moving further on. Block after block she would randomly stop and look at something mundane, almost to the point of it becoming humorous. She would walk past something using magic, like a vehicle with a flashy exposed engine, then spend a few moments observing a neon sign. It was like the first time a child witnessed magic, except everything she was fascinated with was mundane.
It’d be cute, if she wasn’t terrifying… well she’s still cute, I just don’t plan on saying that to her face. I like my balls where they are.
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It had taken them another four hours of constant wandering before she had gotten bored, if he wasn’t tired before he certainly was now. There had been several times where he had simply dozed off, letting his body stand or move within her control as they wandered through the city looking at things she found interesting.
Dear Virasuta, please just let me go to bed. I will sacrifice a dozen virgins to you, I promise!
When he’d almost mastered the art of staying asleep while being puppeteered like some fucked up ken doll he felt a small pressure on the base of his spine before the two of them appeared back in front of the apartment building. Nearly crying in relief when they began walking back inside he tripped and fell onto his own face when he was suddenly given control of his body again.
Oh thank you Virasuta, thank you.
Contemplating simply laying down and sleeping in front of the building he decided against it before getting up and heading for the elevators, hoping to get to his couch, willing to settle for some extra blankets on the floor at this point, and go to sleep.
His captor had disappeared the second she’d lifted her control, probably just teleporting away somewhere after getting bored of dragging him with her, and he’d be forever grateful if she’d stay away for just a few hours.
At least until I can claim the couch, and she can find somewhere else to bloody sleep.
Entering the elevator and setting it to his floor he realized that with the woman staying, even for more than a few days, he’d quickly need to get a new bed. Sleeping on the floor for a night was fine if he was forced too, but regardless of how strong your body was that was just asking for back problems, let alone the fact that it wasn’t anywhere near as comfortable as a bed.
Just another issue I can solve tomorrow, seems to be the story of my life.
Once the elevator hit his floor he went straight for his apartment, and towards what would most likely be the start of living with an obnoxious roommate. For the first time in his life he’d have to actually deal with living with someone else, and he didn’t think he’d enjoy the experience.
Not one bit.