Chapter 136: Growing Hunger
The red creature discarded the warden as if she was nothing.
As if she had always been nothing. He tried sucking on her breasts and drinking her milk. But she, unfortunately, didn't have any, which meant that she was no use to the previously imprisoned monster.
But he was never able to do so in the first place.
Junk stopped him just in time.
Then, he marched forward. He walked toward the witch this time. He was after her milk once again. Meanwhile, the warden was lying down on the ground, trying to get up, but she was much too hurt to do so. She had been thrown pretty hard across the room during the battle between Junk and the red zombie. The aggressive creature was the one who sent her across the room. Now, the only one standing between the Autumn witch and him was Junk. The horned beast was willing to do everything to stop him from touching his witch. He was supposed to be her new knight, after all. He was the one. Based on what he heard and understood, the red creature was only the guardian of the Autumn Tower itself. Not her guardian.
"Junk. What are you planning to do?" the witch asked him.
"What does it look like? I'm going to bash his brains in."
"No! You can't do that!" September commanded him not to.
"Of course, I can. He went against your order of staying at the tower, attacked the guards, and the warden, and now he's after your milk. It's my milk now," the horned beast explained to her as he quickly charged toward the slow-walking zombie guardian. The creature was silent. Dark. Eerie. Powerful. So, strong, he could take the warden down with any effort, as well as many of her employees. Chances were that it wasn't only the two guards in this room that had been defeated by him. But also, many other employees throughout the prison. Especially at the front gate, where Junk and September were earlier and met with the three guards there.
"No. It's not what I meant. You can literally not do this."
"Why?" Junk questioned her, confused, not understanding what she meant by that. She made him lose momentum a bit. He stopped charging at him and turned his head back around.
"You can truly not bash his brains in because he doesn't have any," the witch explained to him as she quickly descended the stairs.
"What? He doesn't have a brain? Well… Actually… That explains quite a lot," he said before turning his head back to the creature, and then, it came crashing on his face. The monster suddenly swung at him and hit the horned beast in the face with his hand. Junk was swiftly sent flying backward. He crashed not too far from September after she descended from the stairs.
"Junk. Are you okay?" September asked him, worried.
"Oh, you, ass-hole, you are not doing this to me…" Junk was ready to get back up and to battle the creature. To the death. This was only the beginning of combat, and now he knew not to underestimate the monster, who used to be imprisoned in the church.
"He doesn't have a brain in his head, because he already has one somewhere else," the Autumn witch tried explaining to him.
"What? What are you talking about? You are losing me now. I'm not following," he said to her, even more confused this time.
"His brain is in his dick," she finally revealed to him.
"What are you talking about?" the beast questioned her, frowning, as he stood up.
"Because it's normal. I'm the one who resurrected him, after all. It had to be done. Giving him another brain. One that I was able to connect to his dick was the best thing to do. Don't you get it? It had to be done that way. Now, of course, the only thing he thinks about is sex… And milk. My milk. Which is… Something…" she said.
"You are going to pay for doing what you did to my employees," the warden murmured to the creature as she tried getting up again. She couldn't. She was simply too hurt. He might have broken some of her bones. She wasn't going anywhere, and she wouldn't be able to confront the monster. Speaking of which: The creature marched forward again. Right into the direction of his Queen. Right into the direction of September Autumn. His creator. The one and only person that he fixated on. The one he wished to be with at all times. There was only her that he was interested in.
"Don't worry, warden. I'm taking care of things," Junk said to her as he charged at the creature again. This time, doing so much more like a beast. Walking. Running. Sprinting on four legs for the longest time up until he violently entered into collision for the slow-walking zombie. Junk was finally able to push him backward. He pushed him on the other side of the room. Shoved him against a wall and made a tall and large hole in it. He aggressively traveled on the other side of the wall with the red creature and moved into a different room. The two mastodons ended up in a long corridor. Junk continued pushing the creature. Pushing him with his pair of sharp horns, which had successfully been implemented right into his chest. The corridor they were in now had many, many cells on both sides of them. Occupied cells with prisoners inside of them. They quickly realized what was happening, and they stood up. They began cheering for the two who battled and wrestled.
"Man, is that Junk?"
"Yeah! I think it's him!"
"He's back!"
Many prisoners recognized the horned beast, who used to be a prisoner here sometime ago. The only difference with him now was the fact that he was wearing this red and black armor on his body. But at the end of the day, he was still the same Junk.
"You're a tough guy," Junk told the resurrected creature.
"..." he didn't say a word.
"Tell me: Do you want to die again?"
"..." he still didn't say anything.
"I can't allow you to be sucking on the witch's breasts and take her milk. It's mine. All mine," the selfish beast said to the creature before charging at him again and headbutting him.