- That's right, let her become free and live as she wishes, not hiding from anyone. Don't be like me.- I hope it will be so only externally - I could not resist commenting.Elena laughed a ringing laugh without a shadow of sadness and sadness.“Oh, if I had met you earlier and under different circumstances,” she said with a gentle smile, and then added, “Take care of her, Creel!”- I will try.Elena nodded to me, and approaching me kissed gently on the lips, and then dissolved into a soft golden glow. I felt a heaviness in my hand, I stared at the witch's heart with a look of doom, it was still beating, waiting for its moment.Looking at it in front of my eyes, a notification appeared:Heart of the High Witch Elena FarhartDo you wish to absorb its power?Not really…Consuming the heart of the High Witch will strengthen your connection to the aether.Consuming the heart of the High Witch will heal all your wounds.Your physical abilities will increase many times over.Your ethereal s
Eva hugged me tightly, I did not expect such a surge of emotions from her. Embracing the girl in return, I began to look around the room with interest. A long medical bay filled with various equipment and at least five pods lined up side by side. All of them were open except for one more, the most extreme against the wall.On the other side were regular bunks, on one of which Terra was curled up sleeping. She pulled her own fluffy tail closer to her and hid her nose under her paws. It looked very nice.- What actually happened? I asked Eva in a low voice, I didn't want to wake Terra.And really, what actually happened? I thought I was going to die, but here it turns out I managed to escape and even recover. The arms and legs are intact, the bones are pieced together, even the fingers are sewn back in place, and there is no hole in the stomach.- We arrived at the coordinates that Atria gave us, got on the ship, and then took you away.- Who "you"?- When we flew up, a blue flash rushe
In general, I have not yet been able to see the exterior of the ship, but I have climbed the interior up and down. A roomy cargo bay full of crates of gear and supplies we might need on our journey. We tried to take only the most necessary, as Atria stated, but it still turned out to be a lot. Hell, the money isn't mine anyway. Freemius will hopefully appreciate the impoverished treasury of the Regulus government.The first floor was more dedicated to the engineering section. Here was access to the ship's engines and all its systems. Any engineer can easily access them, and a huge number of robots will help with repairs. Heaps of printers, workbenches filled the workshop, next to which there was also a gym. It was also equipped with everything you might need in training. Grace.The second floor, as I said, is residential. There was a dining room, a common shower room for staff, and from these rooms there was a straight wide corridor to the cabins, where, behind the very last door, was
They say: “If I think, then I exist”, but it seems to me that this is not particularly true. The first thing I felt was pain. Penetrating the whole body, forcing the legs to stretch, and the arms to twist in a spasmodic attack. It was as if I was being devoured by the agony of death, trying to convince me that I was still alive. It was as if the old woman herself whispered death in my ear, “As long as you feel, you exist.” And I believed her, not doubting for a second. For how can one believe otherwise when the whole body burns with pain? How can you resist this primordial feeling, which is inherent in all life on our planet?My own stomach became a hotbed of pain. It was as if a red-hot rod had been thrust into it and twisted from side to side, sometimes allowing it to be pulled out and driven back into the wound again. My eyes see nothing, I spin in the dark. Hands and feet do not obey me. I'm scared. Tears run down the cheeks. I would have been ready to scream, to beg for mercy, to
The rapist comes up to me and is already swinging for a blow, as someone's arms are wrapped around his neck from behind. A short crunch of a breaking neck and that's it, it falls to the ground like a bag of potatoes, dropping an iron rod, which rolled back to the feet of the person who saved me.- How are you girl? an excited voice rang out.In front of me stood a short woman dressed in shabby clothes, not the first freshness: torn worn jeans, a darned checkered shirt with some spots and a couple of holes on the stomach, showing pale skin, a sweatshirt with a hood flaunted on top, which was thrown over an old American army jacket . These are usually worn by veterans of Vietnam and other wars who were not lucky enough to be on the street ...Again, memory throws up details that were not in my head. At the same time, not wanting to return all knowledge completely.The woman's face, hidden under the hood, was swarthy and grimy. White greasy short hair was knocked out from under the fabri
not obey, weaved and strove in every possible way to catch on the toes of old worn sneakers on the unevenness of the asphalt. Cars drove by, drivers honking furiously at me, yelling about my parents and my lack of intelligence, but I didn't care. All their swearing was drowned out by the loud beating of their own hearts. Knock-Knock! It counted every second of delay as I rushed to the entrance to the park, where he stood on the podium."Stop, you freak!" Violetta's voice came from behind me.The cars were still honking to me from all sides, for I brazenly stepped straight across the roadway. Fortunately, only a four-lane road separated me from the park, and the flow of cars was not so fast."Get out of the way, you idiot!" someone shouted after me.Finally, my foot rested on the road curb. The body swayed forward, I lost my balance, collapsing on the footpath, where I just heard the beginning of the speech:“I’m glad that we all gathered today, but it’s a pity that on such a sad occas
“Tia, you shouldn't have waited for me.And still I was touched by this, it's so nice when you are expected. Even realizing that I am the Great One - the strongest hero on this planet, she worries about me every time.The girl smiled and threw a towel at me with the words:- It's not me, but your child decided not to let me sleep.She stroked her belly with her hand, never taking her eyes off me. I immediately began to dry myself, so as not to anger her. Tia didn't like it when I carried salt water all over the house, which soaked the expensive carpets.The strongest superhero is afraid of his girlfriend, classic.As soon as I finally became dry, the girl clung to my chest and gave me a long, sensual kiss, from which everything inside me spun, and I felt tightness in the groin area. She, noticing this, only mockingly grinned. Still, a witch is a witch, she just needs to do harm, and then disappear.“Hush, honey, don’t get so excited, we have guests,” she whispered in my ear.- Guests?
Fortune... Huh. One of the local hero-mentors at the academy is very fond of coming up with pretty good names. Randomness is the basis of the power that belonged to this girl, and therefore, now to me. She randomly summons items, and I feel like this ability was worse before. After all, my enhancement has improved its capabilities, and I will need to study them better.Jess Morgan is now the name I will bear while in this body. It's a pity for the girl, I somehow took her place in some unknown way.Glancing again at the thin body of the girl in the reflection of the mirror, I decided to get dressed after all. Pushing a couple of drawers aside and opening the closet door, I froze a little from what I saw inside. There were almost no clothes. Only old frayed sweaters with stretched sleeves and patches, a couple of tattered plaid shirts, blue jeans, and one dress, also had an empty hanger next to him. Looking at her, I immediately realized that there hung the blue dress in which she was