Chapter 48.5

Melanie then retrieved her sword and continued walking towards the entrance, but paused when her mosquito shaped drone reached the front of the orphanage after leaving Emily and John. Melanie narrowed her eyes and tilted her head when she noticed a much larger group entering through the front door.

Hmm, too risky to confront them head-on without dirtying myself, she thought as she tapped a finger on her chin before groaning. And it takes forever to clean the blood from my hair … Oh! I know!

Melanie clapped her hands together before pulling a pencil-shaped perfume bottle from her pocket. Pulling the metal cap aside, she sprayed herself with the perfume liberally before closing it and placing it back in her pocket.

Now this should do the trick!

Melanie went to the reception room and soon the larger group arrived. Melanie was sitting on a table with her legs hooked against each other like a pretzel yet for some inexplicable reason, the intruders were unable to see her. A small magic circle appeared on Melanie's outstretched palm; it was more archaic than the techno-enhanced circles that were prevalent in today's society. Rather, it was an old magick formation that was long lost.

Once she was completed, Melanie smiled mischievously before purring, "My, so many men for me to play with."

Like an illusion fading, the armed intruders realized that there was a girl sitting atop the table and, very quickly, they aimed their guns at her. The leader shook his head as a strange scent of vanilla and spices filled his nostrils. He was about to order his men to fire when he slowly fell into a trance, his trigger finger relaxing like the rest of his body and the same thing happened to his compatriots.

"Oh. You don't want to shoot little me now, do you?" Melanie asked flirtatiously.

"No . . ." the men replied all at once slowly.

"Mmm. Then what do you want to do?"

"Anything . . ." the leader responded to Melanie's question faster than the others yet there was a struggle in the depth of his eyes. His subconscious seemed to understand that something was wrong, yet his body and hazy mind seemed to disagree.

"Anything? For little old me? Aw, that's so sweet," Melanie almost skipped to the leader and stroked his cheek lovingly. "Even if I ask you to kill yourselves for me?"

". . . Yes," the men removed the safety on the guns while in a slow trance-like movement and Melanie pulled away from them.

"Mmm. That's what I like to hear, " Melanie smiled while clapping her hands together before slowly raising a hand to her head. At the same time, each and every intruder also raised their gun to their head. Melanie used her index finger to point at her temple before whispering, "Bang."

Multiple gunshots rang out as each of the armed men shot themselves in the head with their guns, like some mass suicide, while Melanie watched from a safe distance with her deviously usual smile.

Mmm, I wonder if Jason will be pleased, Melanie thought with a moan. She imagined Jason being impressed and pleased with her and she could see him smiling at her before approaching her.

'Good girl,' he cooed. 'Time for your reward.'

She imagined Jason pushing his right hand into her pants and her own hand went downwards as well.

'What's this? Someone is feeling good,' the Jason in her mind teased as he found her overflowing while his other hand moved to her bosom and crushed a nipple of hers.

Melanie's left hand travelled to her chest and soon she began playing with herself faster and rougher as she pinched her long and hardened nipple.

"Oh, Jason," she moaned as she masturbated in a room of fresh corpses. The scent of blood coating the room only served to excite her. Melanie's legs trembled and she leaned back onto the table for support as she moaned even louder and faster. "Mmm, faster, Jason. Harder, fuck me more!"

'That's right you naughty minx,' the Jason in her mind said with a devious look. 'Cum! Cum like the slut you are!'

Blood flowed into her head as excitement eclipsed all reason from her mind and soon she exploded in climax with a scream. Her moans slowly faded as she tried breathing again and she lifted her sticky hand up and observed it.

Jason … Melanie thought as the euphoria faded. She was left with an empty feeling when she realized that Jason wasn't present, and her heart sank. Why won't you love me? After everything . . . Why?

Before she could clean up, the stench of burning wood and electronics greeted her and Melanie's eyes widened. Turning to the direction of the burning smell, she saw smoke wafting in from the door.

Those . . . insects! Melanie thought with gritted teeth as she realized that the intruders were torching the orphanage while she had been preoccupied with herself. 

I'm going to kill them all!

Melanie moved forward quickly but had to pull back as flames burst from the door she opened. Although she was very powerful, Melanie had the same weakness that everyone else had: she needed to breathe.

Shit! She thought as she began coughing, the smoke slowly filling her lungs. I . . . can't . . . not . . . like . . . this . . .

Her vision blurred as the heat licked her body and she collapsed to the ground. A dull sound reeled out above her as the roof exploded and in her hazy vision, she saw a figure approach her. Melanie felt her feet lift off the ground as she was picked up and soon the cool graze of fresh air kissed her face. As she coughed and sputtered, a mouth covered hers and she felt that smoke she inhaled flow out of her mouth at an intense speed. The mouth left hers a few seconds later and she managed to make up her saviour: Jason in his Fenrir armor stood above her and behind him was the burning orphanage. Instantly, she figured that he had charged in recklessly and rescued her almost as soon as he arrived. His breather was split open and rested at the side of his cheeks while he breathed out a puff of black smoke from his mouth and nose: after absorbing the smoke that was inside Melanie's lungs, Jason forced it out of his system with his powers.

"Jason . . ." Melanie couldn't gaze at Fenrir in the eyes, her guilt at failing so miserably made her chest heavy and she refused to glance at him.

"Where are they?" Fenrir asked in a grating voice that was electronically harsh, uncaring of Melanie's guilt. His breather came together, hiding his lower face.

"I . . ."

"WHERE ARE THEY?" Fenrir bellowed and Melanie winched while staring downwards.

". . . I - I don't know," Melanie finally replied in a faltering voice and Fenrir growled in frustration.

"You had one job, one: protect the children and Emily at all costs and you failed," Fenrir said in a loud and cold voice. Melanie's heart broke as she heard how disappointed he was and she looked up desperately.

"But I - I stayed behind to fight and cover -"

"These - these were nothing but a distraction! They left the grunts here while the main killer went ahead to hunt them down!" Fenrir shouted with rage.

"I . . ." Melanie realized that Jason was right, and she looked back down at the ground with shame and fear.

"If anything happens to Alice . . ." Fenrir didn't finish his sentence. Instead, his Anchor Grapple activated and he grappled to the chimney of the orphanage before swinging to a building across the street . . . and Melanie was left alone, her face covered by her hands as she sobbed into the ground.