The tail slammed the fly against the wall. There was too much surface area to dodge. The result was obvious but he thought about how much more painful it would be if the fingers penetrated it. Pain was good. It guaranteed success. Blunt force was good too but it resulted in bruising which was lower on the ladder then pain. As the fork dropped to the ground like a train racing to its destination, the fly was still stuck to the wall. It's thin mess of blood stuck to the wall. It lacked fluidity and grace. Megan was so entranced in her cooking that she failed to notice the sound. Twice. The first was when the fork hit the wall and the second was when it landed on the ground.
He didn't blame her though. She was whipping up some kind of pasta. He could smell that. When he took a look, he saw the long flat noodles. Fettucine. There was tomato sauce, basil, and oregano as well. He reeled over from the rumbling in his stomach but he was nowhere near the kitchen. He was literally on the other side of the room. She was a damn good cook, on top of being beautiful, and he loved that. He turned back to the ruins of his experiments.
Apart from [Undying Inversion of Immortality] and [Unending, but also Unaging], he also had CoF, [Creation of Fortune]. COF was based on the idea of probability and averages. If you threw a dart at the board and one time out of ten it hit, the serum was meant to eliminate the other nine fails and maximize the chances of hitting it once. It was like you were looking into the future and ignoring the triggers that lead to the numerous other failed attempts.
With his senses sharpening over time, it meant the sex would become better no matter what. He could also keep up with her increasing demands, which she obviously had. Except he didn't know that she didn't. The only demand she would have is their eternal loyalty. Not just his but hers. He would find this out eventually. Well, not find out but realize. Would it last though? Injections typically had a shelf life. Would his be the same? It wouldn't but he didn't know that.
The sex wouldn't just become good. It would be increasingly fantastic at a rate she didn't expect. To her, it would be as though she saw him in a new light every time. He didn't know what that would look like. He'd never had sex before yesterday. It felt like the best thing in the world. Then they cuddled and it felt even better. He didn't let her go for hours. In his dreams, he only had her for a few minutes.
He paused, then recollected that scene. He was originally alone in his apartment, before the collectors came. Megan was literally on the other side of the country, according to her instagram. The picture was stamped Wednesday. The next moment, she was held at knife point in his apartment. He remembered it was Saturday yesterday, because he probably wouldn't be at home consistently on the weekdays. That was why they came then instead of camping out for him. Maybe he would them and run away. They didn't want to risk that. He didn't even know they were coming. A bunch of men holding knives staring menacingly at a kid who knew he had to repay his debts. He wouldn't eagerly deliver himself to them.
He walked into the kitchen and asked her about it. He was specific with the date. She lowered the temperature, turned around, walked forward, and kissed him. Not on the lips. On his pants near his pelvis. She rubbed it too with the palm of her hands. As she slowly got back up, she kissed his stomach, his chest, his neck through the clothes. She kissed his lips and stayed there for minutes until she stepped back.
"I was in New York, but unexpectedly, the event went smoother then I thought. It finished two days early and when I was browsing social media on my way home, a picture with you in the frame popped up in my feed"
Why would he pose for a picture? Why would he put anything on social media? He didn't have accounts like that at all.
"You were off in the distance. I recognized you. Just another guy at school. Probably one of the hundreds who had thoughts about me. You all do"
Something about him stood out. He didn't have any interesting qualities though.
"The guy who was in center frame. He's rich like me. Trevor. He tries to court me all the time. Offers sweet words and physical intimacy. Aren't there like dozens of him like that? I didn't see anything special but then something happened"
Trevor was a popular guy at school. Had many girls he took home every weekend but not Megan apparently. He knew the type of girl that Trevor bedded. They were attractive but compared to Megan, were nothing.
"It was like my vision blurred and then I had a bit of clarity. I saw another guy in the background, pinning a larger guy against the wall and holding him a foot off the ground. He looked like you"
So mistaken identity. He definitely never pinned anyone against the wall. He smashed one into a wall and through it as well, but she said the picture was taken outside.
"I wanted to know who the guy was, that could be so strong. Trevor, those guys, I have everything they have so I don't need it. I want what I don't already have. I want to fill my life with new experiences, not pad the existing ones"
So he completed her life, not complemented it. But he still didn't know how he fit into the story she was telling.
"I, also live in this apartment. A few doors away from you"
He was dumbstruck. How did a beauty like her live next to him and he didn't know? How had they never met? Even if she ignored him for the trash he was, they still would've seen each other at some point.