Laz went upstairs to his apartment and closed the door. Sitting down on the old recliner, he leaned back and let out a stale breath.
'What the fuck was going on?'
It was a question that was burning through his head. So far he's been hijacked by a crazy hot masochist cosplayer who's probably not human, chased through a forest by a gun toting old crackpot, fought with and killed a fat neighbor and his monster snake dick and was now going to work for a drug dealer's family.
'How did I end up here?'
There wouldn't be answers anytime soon.
He brought his right hand up in front of his face, opening his clenched fist and taking a closer look. He had a feeling about it earlier after the fight and was only able to confirm it when he took off the gloves.
On his hand was specks of a glowing green light that seemed to be imprinted into his skin. It wasn't something that he could wipe off and didn't seem like it would be going away any time soon. It was like he had stuck his hand into a bucket of glitter and the glitter didn't come off.
Looking at the little specks that covered his hand, Laz was at a bit of a loss. He didn't know how they got there or why they were there. The only thing he knew was that his body seemed to respond to them like his hand had a bunch of ants on it.
It kind of tickled and yet didn't itch. It was a weird feeling that wasn't going away.
Thinking back, he knew he didn't have them before he went into the apartment so that only left that he got them somewhere in the apartment. But what could they have possibly come from?
Thinking over the list in his head, he only really touched a few things with his palms. It was either the wall, the floor, or the giant mutated dong.
He spent less than a second to come up with the answer, but that lead to only more questions.
He didn't have the feeling when he was fighting it initially and his hand touched it more than once. The only time the feeling began was when he had finally ripped it apart like taffy.
Originally, he just thought it was the strangeness of the creature, but now he felt like it might be more than that as he got a somewhat empowered feeling through his body thanks to those weird specks of light.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the vibes going through him over and over again and he was able to conclude that they originated from his hand. Knowing that one plus one equals two, he very quickly linked the two things together.
Somehow, those light specks caused his bodies energy to feel stronger and more active. It gave him a feeling of having worked out for hours over and over again.
He had to admit it, it was a good feeling. Refreshing and empowering all at once. As he sat there, he leaned back even more and let the waves of energy rush through him, like ocean waves crashing against an embankment.
'Even climaxing while masturbating didn't feel this refreshing,' Laz had to admit to himself.
Although it was already late, Laz sat there in the chair and didn't move while he felt his body growing tighter and tighter, almost as though it was growing stronger by losing excess flesh.
If someone where to be watching him at this moment, they would see ripple like vibrations move across his skin, over and over again.
When the finally felt the ripples calm down, he noticed it was already past midnight. Looking at his hand again, he noticed that the weird green specks of light were no longer covering his palm.
'Least that's over with.'
Knowing that he would be dealing with school in the morning and not know when he would be contacted by Tony's cousin, Laz decided to head back into his bedroom, get undressed and go to sleep.
He had no idea what kind of things were going to happen next.
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Tony walked back to his apartment and as he expected, it was unlocked. Walking inside, he saw that Desi was still sitting on the sofa like nothing had changed and was watching the TV report about the tree.
"Although no further news or instructions are currently forthcoming, the only thing the government has agreed on and issued a statement about was that the tree would now be officially called Yggdrasil owing to both the fact that it is the popular name being used worldwide and because they couldn't keep just calling it the tree."
"Do you believe this shit? Calling it some mythical legend crap cause they can't explain it so that when they do figure it out, the guys can stand around and circle jerk each other like they did something important," Desi commented, although it wasn't really meant for anyone.
Turning over to look at Tony, she had a frown and was obviously displeased about something.
"You took a while."
"Things happened. I told the guys to send you some pictures once they had a chance."
"Was it one of my girls?"
"That's for you to figure out," Tony replied, taking off his shoes and sitting down next to Desi. Although he wanted to pick up where he had left off, especially when his was already fired up, he got the feeling from Desi that she would no longer be interested.
It didn't take long before she got a few dings indicating that someone had sent her a message. Reaching over to grab her phone, her neckline plunged and Tony was treated to a bird's eye view of the goods he was just enjoying a few hours ago.
So close and yet now so far.
Unlocking her phone, she scrolled through the first few pictures that were of the girl.
"Yeah, that's her. The bastard must of grabbed her Friday after she was leaving the john's place. I hope you made him suffer before putting him out of his misery." Desi was like ice at this point and Tony knew why. She was the one in charge of the prostitution side of the business. Although she wasn't motherly by any means, she always took care of the girls that worked for her. This was how she was able to charge high prices and always have beautiful young women available.
They knew that working for her could changed their lives and that they would be safe doing so. A happy worker was a better worker.
In the business, Tony's position was equal to Desi's. She supplied women while he supplied drugs. Since a lot of high profile clients usually needed both, they had meet before.
Scrolling through the pictures a bit more, Desi finally came across the pictures of Joey and his massive manhood.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?" Desi was shocked at the picture of the 'head.'
"That would be Joey's dick," Tony responded while slumping down a bit lower and not bothering to look over.
"His dick? This is his dick? Was he walking around with this thing in his pants or something? It doesn't look like he could have fit it in a garbage bag much less walk around with it."
"You remember those stories you have been watching on here? The one about people turning strange?"
"Yeah?"
"He was one of them. He was also bullet proof."
"How did you kill him then?" Desi asked, not totally convinced.
"It was that kid. He is one of them too."
"You mean he's got a massive monster in his pants too? That kid?" Desi asked, as though a little excited.
Looking over at her, Tony felt like there was something wrong with how she asked it, but he had no idea what.
"No, he wasn't like that. Kid's super strong and he's got strange eyes. When he was ripping off Joey's monster, I swear to god his eyes started glowing red. It was like looking into the eyes of a demon. Almost pissed myself." Tony left off the part about when Laz was pissed at him earlier and was going to attack him. No need to humiliate himself intentionally.
"He also says there are going to be more freaky things like this. Says that something is causing these things to happen, people changing and shit. I would advise you to carry a bigger gun and make sure your girls are bringing protection around with them. Thugs or whatever."
"What an interesting kid," Desi said while leaning back.
Although Tony knew it was hopeless at this point, he tried to snuggle up to Desi one last time, to see if she would respond, but Desi just stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
"No chance. You sleep out here tonight. I will be leaving in the morning. I've spent too much time wasting away at this dump as it is. Now that she has been found, I've got work to do again." With that, Desi walked into the room and started closing the door.
"Damn bitch," Tony muttered.
Hearing a gun click, he turned around to see Desi pointing a small caliber revolver at him.
"You say something?" Desi asked with a smile that wasn't really a smile.
"Nope, just saying I itch, from the mask and all," Tony lied on the spot. She was always like this. If she was in the mood, she wouldn't take no for an answer. If she wasn't, she would rather shoot your balls off than have to deal with a clingy guy.
Although he enjoyed both her wild and professional side, he had to admit that it was a pain in the ass sometimes.
"Of course you did." As Desi closed the door and the locked it, Tony sat down to watch some TV, knowing that unless he did it himself, he was going to be stuck with the tent in his pants for a while.