Chapter 10
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After a mission, they usually took a break of 1-2 weeks, but because of Herman's injury this time, the new mission was postponed for a month. And let me tell you, this month had its highlights. But I'll start with the day after the mission.
When I woke up the next day, I decided to think about what had happened the night before. Why didn't I feel anything when I killed people last night? Just by logic, I should have been at least a little out of my comfort zone - and in fact I was pretty calm and acting normal. So far, the only and most plausible option is the player's maximum intelligence level. It seems to keep me from going to extremes and force my emotions back to normal if they start to be dominated by negativity. After all, I can go to extremes of joy: as I did then, in the mansion, when receiving an assignment. Well, I guess I'm not going to be depressed anymore. I don't know if there's a bad side to it.
I was also healing pretty fast for some reason, although I checked my abilities when I got the ability. Of course it's hard to tell without comparison, but from memory, in full form I regenerate at a speed of plus or minus Spidey. Too bad I can't regenerate for more than an hour.
By 10:00, we'd all gathered and discussed a plan of action. We'd pack up and leave for Detroit at 1:00. I didn't have much stuff: 2-3 pairs of clothes, a pistol, 14 automatic rifles (if there was more time and we were not recalled so quickly, I would have taken their wallets, but so...). Only what caught my eye), 3 bombs with unknown effect and kill radius, 2 bombs with already known properties (tested on half of the backup). Anyway, I started to think about how I could sell all this stuff. At the same time, when I put it together, in my head, the idea of something of them to collect, but although I got a high intelligence, but the knowledge in it on this topic - no. I would have to make up for that lack later.
While we were travelling, I decided to sort out some of the points I got for the task, because my intuition worked only after I got a visual contact with that psychotic smile. And if it wasn't for speed, right now, at best I'd be left with no arms and a bunch of internal wounds, and at worst I'd die right there and there'd be parts of me, not my rifle, all over the room. So I decided to bring it up to 50 points.
Name: Ryan Pierce
Level: 16
Experience: 5525/6000
Parameters:
- Strength: 58
- Dexterity: 56
- Endurance: 63
- Intelligence: 51
- Intuition: 50
- Free Points: 31
Peculiarities: "major", "lab mouse", "hitman".
Skills: "martial arts - 25 level", "shooting - 42 level", "polyglot - 5 level", "psychology - 13 level", "strategist - 9 level", "stealth - 15 level", "player's mind - MAX", "intimidation - 5 level".
Superpowers: "time acceleration", "lycanthropy".
After thinking over all my boosts, I realised that the battle with Thomas gave me one point in strength and dexterity and a bunch of points in stamina, though I probably increased it while recovering from that fight. So it's an effective, but very undesirable way of boosting stats. But I'd have to offer to spar with him to see if I could raise it without getting mortally wounded, and judging by the not-so-satisfied looks he gave me most of the way, he'd be willing to punch me in the face, heh.
Arclight, on the other hand, had agreed to help me improve my fighting skills, and given her strength, I'd definitely remember Rain's training with Brooks.
My first few days in Detroit were free, and my training was due to start at the end of the week. So I decided to take a walk around the city. I was dressed to the hilt, as I had bought myself some new clothes before the walk. I decided to conquer the streets of the city in an expensive black suit. I looked quite stylish in it, and given the aura of intimidation I was putting out, my look told me that I knew a lot about the shadow world. And looking at my age, which from the looks of it was 18-19 years old, I would be mistaken for the son of some criminal mastermind. So I was surprised when my hand was grabbed by some girl. It was weird, to say the least.- Hey, handsome, you want me to show you the city! - Her tone was weird. It sounded more like an order than an offer.
When she saw that I didn't answer, she was surprised and her eyes started to glow.
The player's mind was used.
Was she trying to hypnotise me?
- You want to come with me! - Well, let's play along, I wonder what her powers are.
- Yeah.
- That's great, honey, I'll be your best friend, maybe more.
She led me to the outskirts of the city, and at the end, when I was getting bored with the show, we finally reached our destination. It turned out to be a club. The guard at the entrance let us in without question and gave me a haughty look. Inside it was pretty good, loud music was playing - I don't know the name of the track, but it was definitely above average. Sitting at a table and having a drink, I was disappointed. I thought I was being led to some kind of ritual or at least attempted robbery, but using HYPNOS to just get a handsome beau, pfft - it was somehow too weak for such abilities.
After an hour - I wouldn't say a very interesting time - I was finished being interrogated. She asked: who I was, who my parents were, and so on. And I, of course, blatantly lied to her. I told her the story about losing my parents in the alley behind the cinema, about the finances left by them, that I dressed to attract girls, because they like bad guys. But when she accurately determined my age, down to a month, I began to realise that her abilities did not end with hypnosis.
She interrupted the interrogation and went off to talk to her friends, and for a normal person to hear what they were talking about with such loud music and a decent distance would be unrealistic. But, goodness, I'm not exactly ordinary. Since getting lycanthropy, I've noticed that some of my senses are slowly becoming stronger. And although it wasn't noticeable in the beginning, but now my sight and hearing are already much better than an ordinary person's. But my sense of smell, unfortunately, was lagging behind, though not by much.
- Veronica, you brought another one?! How do you not burst after the harvest, eh? You drink more than three every time.
- Angela, calm down, I'm giving this one to the main man, he's a mutant.
- What?! Is he strong?
- I haven't found out yet, but my mind control didn't work until I used full power. And his resistance to the drug is astounding. A normal person would be a jolly fool after the first drink, not knowing what's going on around them, and he's had ten! - Well, what about me? She said she pays for everything, and he's delicious.
- You want to make him a warrior?
- Yes! You know how they get stronger after they've been turned, and even something useless can evolve into a dangerous ability.
Now that's interesting, I mean, this isn't the first time they've turned mutants. I'll have to find out more about that enhancement.
- Honey, I'm back. Where were we?
- I don't remember exactly, but you know I really want to sing a song for you.
- You sing?
- You don't know half of my talents. - I stand up and throw her a smile, which turns into an evil grin as I turn around, I walk over to the stage and make arrangements with the band for my performance. Taking up the synthesiser and getting the right stuff ready, I begin my performance.
- Friends! Can I have your attention for a minute? Now I want to perform a song that I'm giving to a nice girl and, I think, to some other part of the club.
I've started playing a cover of Twenty One Pilots - Heathens [Cover by RADIO TAPOK].
All my mates get a taste
When blood touches their lips.
The renegades are attracted by your fear
That has painfully settled in our hearts.
All my friends get a taste
When blood touches their lips.
The backsliders are attracted by your fear
That has painfully settled in our hearts.
A room full of people, keepers of rooms like this for people lost in it.
Unable to discover what I carry for them in my soul, every day.
How do I realise who's around? Could it be a psychopath?
How do you spot a killer in a crowd of ordinary kids?
How long have we known each other?
Ask yourself, who am I?
All my friends get a taste for it
When blood touches their lips.
The renegades are attracted by your fear,
That has settled in our hearts with pain.
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How quickly their disdain turned to surprise, then to disbelief, then to fear and at the end their nerves were so taut that tension hung in the air. And the way my friend's smile disappeared, mmm, amazing.
About ten seconds after the end of the song, they finally woke up and started surrounding me, with one of the group throwing himself at me. I activated my acceleration and dodged the tackle and threw a punch to the body, but it didn't seem to bother the guy - he only moved a metre away. I break off the leg of the stool I was sitting on, and seeing my opponent's pupils turn red and his fangs glisten so brightly in his mouth, for some reason I wanted to say LA-CA-LUTH. Shit, I guess the drinks were starting to take effect after all, and I'm getting dumber. Dodging his jump, I partially transform and jam the splinter of my leg into his heart. He lets out a long scream and crumbles to ash. Most of the people start screaming, apparently they are supposed to be the so-called "harvest".
I break off the other leg and shout: - Come! I've got something for everyone! - That sounded a little ambiguous. What is surprising - only one member of the group turned out to be a vampire, and the rest, having seen this mystical show, ran almost faster than me under acceleration. They didn't know yet that the most interesting thing was starting right now. Some of these ghouls turned into man-sized bats, and some turned into big black wolves.
- You think you're surprised?! I can do that too! - I shouted, using my full transformation.
When they saw my form, they were stunned, and the ones who had taken the form of wolves were numb. I guess my full werewolf form, along with the intimidation, made them shiver on a subconscious level. Apparently, I had defeated a third of the enemy forces without engaging them. And then it was on: some of them flew up and decided to attack me from above. However, the ceiling did not allow them to turn around too much, and the height of my jump was enough to give them a couple of good blows.
My invincible weapon, as it seemed to me at the beginning of the battle, was broken after the third bloodsucker, so I used my claws, which, to my surprise, left visible wounds on their bodies, and their praised regeneration was not in a hurry to heal them. The vampires were extremely frustrated by this, I guess. because in these forms they only made screaming noises. My ears were hurting from all this cacophony of noise at first, but by the fifth minute of the fight I adapted and started howling in time with them, while cutting them down without being distracted by the noise. The moment when their frustrated cries changed to cries of fear was when I impaled one of their brothers on my long, sharp, dangerous, and seemingly vampire-killing claws. After this fortunate discovery for me, some of their brave flying crew decided to copy their woolly kin and sprinted towards the entrance. The remaining "friends" I exterminated with such ferocity that Blade was smoking nervously. By the end of the fight, I was exhausted, so I threw a dozen points into my stamina and continued to slaughter the children of the night like a kebab without looking.
When the vampires finally ran out, I decided they should pay for the mental and physical damage they'd done to me. I had broken a rib and created a phobia of beautiful and persistent girls! Anyway, I got into the bar and found that delicious booze they had been drinking and decided to get myself a couple of bottles to heal. Also, since I wasn't distracted this time, I went through the pockets of their clothes and picked up a big mountain of valuables that fit comfortably in a rubbish bag. As I was leaving, my inner hamster had a thought and after shaking the ashes out of their belongings, I went for a second round, already collecting their shoes, trousers and socks. Well, why? They don't sweat, so everything is as good as new, and I, my dears, am a very poor millionaire, orphan or whatever I told her? I carried my belongings away, jumping from roof to roof. And the night was just beginning....
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