Super Simulator

Chapter 63- Wolf Whistle

I didn't make a sound, and just slowly breathed through my nose. Was this one of Pristine's hit men? Had she finally found me and decided to get rid of me? The hand covered my mouth still, and I could hear someone else breathing.

"Isn't this the part where you say you will kick me someplace where I can't make creeper juniors?" a voice said. "J-Jason?" I stuttered.

I made a light, and stuck it against the wall, before looking to Jason.

Nothing could've prepared me for this.

Jason looked hot as ever, but his skin had a subtle hint of grey. His eyes were ruby red, and his hair was grey and where his rainbow streaks should be now only jet black highlights. He stared at me in a way I had never known before. "You're not Jason . . ." I said. He raised one smexy eyebrow, "I'm yours, Galaxy."

With that, I felt myself being pushed against the wall and his lips crashed against mine. His hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, as his body pressed against mine. His eyes were closed as he melted into the hard, embracing, passionate kiss. He moved his head to the side, and angle to deepen the kiss. He was dominating me and seemed to enjoy it.

Jason- was this Jason?- was kissing in a way I'd never known before. Both of my hands were being held above my hands, and his grip was iron. I tried to make fire, but no powers would activate now.

You can't use your powers against your mate.

Dammit. This was Jason, I don't know, was it? He was kissing me harder, more pressure against my lips. My wide eyes I realized had closed, and I found myself kissing back. Damn, when did he kiss like this? He kissed good, but not like as I remembered Jason.

I didn't know what was going on. Did I want this? But this wasn't Jason! Was I cheating? He looked just as charming and hot as the one I was in love with, and I was sure he could hear my rapid heartbeat against his. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I had no idea what to do! I kissed him back, I mean what could I do? For once in what seemed a VERY long time, I was being dominated, a submissive. The weirdest part was that I wasn't completely hating him.

I kissed him harder as he smiled into the kiss. "I knew you'd give in," he said in a husky voice.

Shit.

He pushed me to Stacie's bed and lifted his shirt. The first thing I thought was this: How the motherfucking ass licking pussycat does a seventeen-year-old have abs? Lord Jesus, I need some Holy Water!

I needed so much Holy water that I'd end up peeing it!

He kissed me again, and it became more passionate, more purposeful. More powerful. The love of my life was overtaken with what I could only explain as lust. But I still wanted the old Jason.

"Amica Mea," He whispered. Bruh, I don't speak Latin. Speak English mofo. Still the words barely escaped my lips as I whispered back some words I didn't even know, "Libidine Mea." I had to admit even in another language anything sounded sexy. Especially in his husky tone.

"J-Jason . . ." I stammered. My face was a deep red. Damn, I haven't blushed or stammered this much around him since when I first had a crush on him. His lips rested off of mine for a moment as he stared into my eyes. His red eyes burned with lust as he stared at me. His lips grazed my neck as I attempted not to mewl. His body was crushing mine and I felt powerless. He stopped teasing my neck and kissed me roughly. His kiss furious and passionate and lustful. He was putting all of his effort into it. The kiss was hard and rough as his lips crushed against mine. He murmured my name against my lips as I closed my eyes. Every once in a while, he stops to gaze at me, only to return to kissing me angrily.

My wrists were pinned beside me, and I knew this wasn't right. Something was wrong with Jason, that was obvious. And it would be wrong for me to take advantage of him in this state. Even though a part of me was pleading to just let it happen, I knew I had to stop this. But I REALLLY didn't want to.

I felt something burning my wrist and saw. The ring. My ring. It was a glowing, burning red. My eyes widened as I pulled back for air.

The ring. But it never glowed when I wore it.

Jason kissed me again, with more force than necessary. I did it to distract him, as I freed my wrists and held on to either side of his face. I trailed my hands  down to his bare shoulders -nicer than the average 17-year-old, wolf whistle - then to his arms and down to his hands.

I grabbed his hands and desperately pried the ring off his finger. His eyes opened as the ring slipped off. His eyes were wide and surprised, shocked even. He stared into mine, and his eyes burned back to the rainbow color, and his skin regained color, and his hair went to the same luscious brown locks and rainbow streaks. He passed out cold on the floor, asleep.

I was shaking where I stood, trembling in my pajamas. Jason, oh poor Jason! How would I tell him?

I kept myself still, though I was still shaking. I lifted my finger, and Jason's sleeping body floated up. I held the ring and buried it within my fist, ignoring the burning feeling. I floated up into the air and since it was the middle of the night, no one would be awake. Richard -Jason's roommate- was with Stacie in Carlyn and Bailey's dorm.

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I quickly flew to his dorm, which was empty now as well.

I rose his bed sheets and floated him up into the bed, making sure to tuck him in. He had to know what happened if he doesn't remember then fine. I let go of the iron grip on the ring and read the ring again, the Latin engravings. What if, I was also like that? But, I don't think I was a sex machine. I don't.

I saw something glisten from the crack in the desk drawer by his bunk. I hesitantly opened it, and my shaking only grew more violently. Inside was a single knife, smudged black with a single red dot on the tip. A gun, and a bullet. I reached for the bullet with a trembling hand and saw it had a heart on it, with his and my name engraved on it. Things flooded through my head. He wasn't planning to . . . ?

I choked on my sobs, he couldn't, he WOULDN'T.

Was he going to shoot himself? The gun wasn't loaded, but the bullet. There could only be one purpose for that.

"Emera?" I heard a voice. Jason was there, and he was half-awake. "Jason, were you planning to kill yourself?" I asked him. "No, but Anti-Emera was . . ." he mumbled. "Go back to sleep," I cooed to him. He did as he was commanded. At once, I knew what to do.

I slipped the ring back onto my delicate finger, and at once it glowed red.

I shut my eyes tightly, and I knew what to do . . .