Threat of Annihilation

Chapter 9 - Promotion

Warning: Swearing, stabbing, blood, violence, bondage, gay, literally 10,000 words long, I labeled the different parts to make it easier.

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My eyes opened as the horrid sensation air sharply flooding my injured lungs enveloped me, like I had never breathed a day in my life. I found myself surrounded by terrified and dumbfounded officers once I sat up from the cold stone floor. A heaviness against my stomach drew my eyes down from the blurry surroundings, I could see my strings, but they seemed different...

They were red like blood and weaving around each other in ways I had never seen before, their shapes unrefined, they barely felt like mine. It didn't hurt, but the discomfort of my magic moving in such patterns out of my conscious control was unnerving. But subconsciously...I could feel the intentions, no different from swallowing a pill dry for a desperate cure...I was healing from an injury unlike any other I had received before. 

A hazy figure further down the street drew my attention away from my blood soaked clothes and shaking hands. That's right, I remember now...I was assigned to the raid, the one on the last the last encampment of that stupid fucking demon worshiping cult. There were more of them than the report said, some even still had the magic from the monster attack. So of course, everything went to shit, and they got me. They got me good.

I leaped to the side, pulling others along with my strings while the rest continued to reconstruct my organs, I had to hold them in place, to make sure they didn't fall out for a moment until the wound itself sealed shut. I don't need anymore casualties. Me and others managed to get the task force back on track with the strategical breakdown we had already planned, the cult didn't last much longer after that. The detained criminals got escorted away with extreme prejudice. 

My gaze was still hazy as my whole body grew numb with exhaustion. Many officers were thanking and praising me, but I felt numb and uncomfortable, drenched in my own blood, irritated at the medics and civilians fussing over me. I appreciated the praise, but I just couldn't be asked. 

Me and others who were unharmed returned to base, getting a clean change of clothes and a head start on the paperwork was the new priority. I flowed with the stream of time thoughtlessly until some worried colleagues burst into the office area, it seemed another video of me had gone viral, specifically of me bloodied with my organs falling around like string cheese, it looked so much worse than anything I could have ever imagined. How was that this even allowed online? Hopefully they take it down soon, its too gruesome. But apparently this video had mislead a lot of people into thinking I'm dead, thus why they came looking for me. 

Soon I found myself sitting peacefully alone in the darkness of the early night, my senses had fully returned to me and everything felt peaceful, I leaned down onto my desk, sleep creeping over, distracting me from the familiar metallic footsteps looming towards me. 

A gentle stroke moving through my hair from the back of my head to the base of my neck softly woke me up. I turned my head to see my lady standing behind me, leaning over as her hand gently cupped the side of my head.

"Good evening my lady." I say as I sit back up her hand sliding down to my shoulder as I do.

In a swift and effortless movement she grabbed me by the clothes over my shoulder and raised me to my feet, her second had reaching down to pull my shirt up, fingers gentle tracing my skin.

"Nor scratch or scathe. What have you done to yourself pet?" She asked as her hand caresses the spot I was impaled. 

"I...a-after spending so much time reading and studying that mans magic to kill him...I had to change the way I moved mine to do it, like his but better..? I-I never imagined my strings would learn to heal me like that, I-It was never my intention-"