Super Simulator

Chapter 68-Mr. Pussy

I lied in bed and stared at the ceiling. We narrowly escaped the fucking paparazzi. Mainly because Zoey caused their rover to tip over with a gust of wind and we all got back to the dorms in time for class. It was night time, and I couldn't fall asleep.

"Stacie? You awake?" I asked, looking down from the edge.

"Yeah, deffffinitely," she grumbled.

"I can't sleep," I said. "Me neither," she replied.

"What's it like, being able to control time?" I asked her. "Well, sometimes, I just freeze time -though it takes so much energy it wears me out, plus I can't affect anything since I'm not strong enough- and you just get time to look around at what's happening in other places. It makes you wonder, if you could change anything from one time, what would you change?" She said.

"What WOULD you change?" I asked her.

"I'd change the one time I saved Mr. Willow's life," she growled. "What?" I asked.

She sighed, "While I was at the human trafficking place, the man in charge was named Mr. Willow. A light fell from the ceiling, and almost right on top of his head. I pushed him out of the way. I don't know why I did it, I could've ended so many of those kid's suffering. But it could've killed him. And it's not like it would've been my fault. But I saved a horrible, horrible man."

"Your one regret is saving a man? You wish for him to be dead?" I asked her. "Why, you killed at least 100 bad people. Do you feel remorse?" she asked me. Oddly enough, I never really did. I didn't know those people, other than they were bad and trying to hurt us and working for Pristine. I should think about it every day, they should haunt my dreams but . . .nothing. Perhaps I'm mentally unstable. "No," I said.  "I don't."

"Then I shouldn't either. But, I guess it's too late. Right, when I find out where the place is, too. But it's not like I can call authorities, I remember police would buy kids themselves . . ." she said. "That's . . . that's awful . . ." I mumbled.

Suddenly I got an idea. "Get dressed," I commanded. We got dressed in dark clothing and boots. "Where are we going?" Stacie asked, a curious expression on her face. "We're setting things right." I pulled up the left boot as I got ready. She said nothing as I held her hand and lifted the both of us in the air, me with flight and her with telekinesis. We jumped out of the window and floated up in the air.

"It's dark, no one will notice," I told Stacie. She gave me directions as we finally got to the shady building.

"Get all of the kids out," I said grimly. She nodded, and time slowed down around us. Just slow, not frozen. When we grabbed the kids hands, they would get to regular speed. Everything else was slow, or at least everything me and Stacie didn't come into contact with. "Little Jimmy's still here . . ." Stacie whispered. I saw her looking over at the bed of a small boy, no older than 5. Just shows boys can be raped too. She touched his shoulder and nudged him to stop sleeping. I noticed he had a black eye, and I struggled to both catch my breath and resist screaming. "Stace?" the boy mumbled. His eye was so black and swollen shut he couldn't see through it. "Yes, little Jimmy. We're getting you out of here." She held his hand as we evacuated him with some of the other children.

I went to a small girl who wasn't wearing anything other than a big, tattered t-shirt that reeked of cologne. "Wake up sweetie," I nudged her. "Mm, I don't want to do it again . . ." she mumbled. My heart broke in two, as I regained composure and adjusted my beanie. 

"Come on, you won't have to do it again . . ." I said. She rolled over to look at me and stared. For a second I was scared she would scream. "Are you an angel?" I gave a weak smile as I carried the girl out and eventually all the kids were safely evacuated. "Alright, where's Mr. Willow?" I asked her.

"He sleeps here," she said. She opened the door and it revealed a very thin, skinny and lean man. He even looked like a rapist with his beard. Stacie snapped her fingers, and I could tell time was normal once again.

She angrily tiptoed to his bed and struck him with a hard bitch-slap to the face. The man woke with a shock, his cheek already beginning to throb. I remember I killed him in Stacie's dream. The man looked at Stacie, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. His face then grew into an evil grin/sneer, and his yellow jagged teeth gleamed even with the lack of light. "Why #256, I see you've returned." It was so dark, I was surprised he could see Stacie. Stacie's tan skin paled as all blood rushed down from her face.

I glared at the man who hadn't noticed me yet and stepped into the light. He looked surprised but sent a lustful look as his gaze traveled up and down my body. I felt disgusting and dirty, and I punched the man in the nose. Despite him being so tall and me so short, I got a pretty good WHACK! as he was knocked back into the wall and nightstand, knocking over a lamp. There was nothing else in the eerie silence but his nose dripping blood. "Yes, I think you'd be a good newbie . . ." he muttered. Stacie kicked him in the gut, as he crumbled to the floor.

"Fuck you ya pedo. I'll send you to hell myself," I glared at him. He laughed and lunged at me, but I grabbed his collar as he bounced from the floor and was in mid-air- swung him around by the neck and threw him back at the wall- as he once again knocked into very many things.

"Your time is up, the devil wants his subject, and he wants him NOW," I growled. I made fire burst forth from my palm, and Mr. Willow stared at me in utter disbelief.

"W-what are you?" He gasped. I looked at Stacie, who sent me a resentful nod.

I stepped forward towards Mr. Willow, as he pressed himself closer to the wall, trembling in fear. I smiled a cold, sadistic smile as the fiery heat was closer to his face, not yet burning to him. "You know, your name means Mr. Pussy. I can see why . . ." I laughed.

He whimpered, "W-who are you?"

My grin suddenly vanished, replaced with a grim face. I stepped back and closed my fist, my charm bracelet tinkling in the light as smoke escaped from between my fingers. I looked to Stacie, who stared back. Her eyes only said 'yes'.

With one swift motion, I outstretched my hand and Mr. Pussy's body was pressed into the wall, his head only inches from the ceiling. His feet dangling uselessly above the ground, as he grabbed his hands, desperately trying to stop the force/motion that was choking him.

"Huh, never thought a GIRL would choke you?" I said. I enjoyed every moment of his agony.

"W-w-w-who are you?" He choked out, asking the question again.

I looked him dead in the eyes and gave him the coldest Marcus-like glare I could muster. "I'm called by many things, puny man. Some call me the Dreamer, the Awakened, the Success, the Dangerous, and the Flame. But tonight, I'm am Vengeance." With that, his body lit on fire. The wall he was still pressed against lit and soon the entire building was a flame. I walked out with Stacie as the flames parted before us, closing to once again destroy everything in contact. I could only hear the faint screaming. The worst part was when the screaming finally stopped.  I squeezed my eyes shut, as we walked to the children, who were calmly watching the building burn to ash and smoke.

We commanded all of the kids to hold hands, as time once again slowed down and we walked them to the orphanage. Hope the orphanage can take this many kids. They knocked on the door as I and Stacie floated and rushed back to the dorm.