Chapter 114: Sucks To Be Him
The scream was a precursor to the entire space station being thrown into chaos. I heard the sounds of blaster fire off in the distance as the crowds of different species started to be herded down the corridor.
"Toss!" shouted the Saalistaja, and before I could wonder what he was trying to say, I felt Midnight pick me up by my waist and toss me over the table and into the waiting arms of the other male.
"My furs!" I growled at the two men as Midnight quickly followed me.
"Forget the furs, Sweetheart," said Midnight as the Saalistaja continued to carry me toward the back of his stall. "I will get you more furs."
"I don’t want more furs; I want those furs. And no fucking alien is going to stand between me and them," I spat as I pushed myself away from the Saalistaja. Not thinking about the consequences, I slipped between the arms of Midnight and bolted back out the way we came from.
One major thing that separated a psychopath from a sociopath was our inability to be ruled by our emotions. A sociopath could be thrown into a murderous rage simply because his food wasn’t cooked to the correct temperature. In contrast, it took a lot more to set a psychopath off. In my case, almost six years of torture was able to flip my switch for the first time.
The second time? Not getting my furs.
Should I have thought things through better? Probably.
Would I be happy with myself for losing control like a Neanderthal sociopath? Nope, definitely not.
Would I have my furs? That would be a hell, yes.
"Merciless!" I heard a shout behind me, but I ignored him. Grabbing Night, who was still clinging to my shoulder under my hair, I threw him across the corridor at one of the large alien males with a blaster in his hand.
Activating my armor, I unsheathed my wrist blades and followed my Nightmare.
The shooters were six males wearing black clothing and had the bottom of their faces covered with a black scarf-type thing. The top half of their faces and heads were left uncovered, allowing me to see their pointed ears, their red eyes, and their long white hair.
Fucking elves were keeping me from my fucking furs.
Night let out a piercing screech as he landed on the face of the elf I threw him at. He gripped the upper torso and bit down on his prey. I could practically see the toxin from his fangs spreading through the Dryadalis.
Satisfied that Night could take care of himself, I turned my attention to the closest Dryadalis. He swung his blaster around and fired off a shot before I could move. However, I was already firmly encased in both my armor and my shielding earrings, so the blast simply reflected off me and straight back to him, killing him instantly.
Two down.
The third elf charged at me, tossing his blaster to the fourth one. Apparently, they learn much faster than the Thuzirusians. Good for them.
I brought back my right arm with my wrist blades extended and rushed forward to meet my adversary head-on. He had something that looked like a katana in his right arm, his left arm out as if to grab me. I lunged to my left at the last second and brought my wrist blades up to gut the elf.
I briefly wondered if that was going to put me on Santa’s naughty list, but then I realized that he probably didn’t deliver presents to this section of the galaxy, so I was probably safe.
"Merciless!" growled a voice that seemed to come from over top of me. Looking up, I saw... something that looked like Midnight.
He was easily doubled his normal size, but where long, soft fur once encompassed his entire body, there was now much shorter fur covering the back of his head and around his neck. His face and ears were completely bare, showing off long red scars and a symbol in the center of his forehead.
I don’t know where it came from, but he now seemed to have armor covering his shoulders with four massive spikes the size of my hand coming out of it. His wrists were covered in the same matted silver armor as his shoulders.
"Midnight?" I asked as the fourth Dryadalis took a shot at him, demeaning him to be the bigger threat between the two of us. Ha. Sucks to be him.
I jumped up and twisted until I was covering Midnight’s chest seconds before the blaster fired.
I could feel his arms gripping my waist and tension, trying to spin us around so that he could take the hit, but he was too late. My shielding quickly reflected the blaster fire as soon as it hit it. The Dryadalis jumped to the side as soon as he fired the shot, understanding that it was probably going to be reflected back at him.
He was faster than the Thuzirusian that tried the same move, but it still managed to scrape his waist, leaving bright pink blood flowing out of him.
I patted Midnight and brought my knees up between us so I was using his chest as a springboard. Feeling my feet tense, he let go of my waist, and I used the height and momentum to spring backward.
"Laser," I called out in my helmet, and the laser attached to the left side of my helmet came to life, shooting the wounded Dryadalis down through the top of his head, effectively splitting him in two.
I completed my flip, landing on my feet just in time to watch Midnight ripping the fifth elf in two. The claws on his bare hands dung into the Dryadalis’ face on both sides, and, using sheer strength, Midnight pulled his arms apart, effectively ripping the rat apart.
I would admit. I was both jealous and impressed.
Seeing that the fifth one was taken out. I spun around to look for the sixth one. I was not going to let a single one go.
However, it looked like I didn’t have to worry. The Saalistaja was standing a few feet behind me, holding a head with a severed spine still attached to it in his right hand. I could see the crumpled body of an elf lying decapitated at his feet.
Huh. That must be how his furs were so nicely preserved. He just removed the head of his prey instead of taking the chance of ruining the fur.
Smart male.
