It was the first time I was surrounded by that many girls without one of them fug me since my body went to inhuman levels of attractiveness. I guess it goes to show when someone crashes through the roof of a mansion nding in a crowded auditorium of people pying basketball, it’s all women for themselves. To be fair, it was a women's basketball game so it wasn’t that crowded.

  They still all scattered like cockroaches when you move the stove though. I could only chuckle as I watched them try to hurriedly put on close-to-run damage trol on what happened. It was the first break I took that involved me just chilling and rexing. I went to the food court(the pce had over 500 students) got a pretzel and boba tea and just watched people e and go.

  I had to put a fetful charm on myself so I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb but it was o people watch. My first wife and I used to do this. At least before she started sleeping with other men as she tried to pass off a child that wasn’t mine as mine. She started sleeping with me right at the tail end of my criminal career. She got off on the power it gave her and when she lost it because I got out of the game she o find power elsewhere.

  Too bad I found out, I khe kid couldn’t be mine because the times didn’t match up. I didn’t find out until ter but she was taking the m-after pill when we fucked as well, trying her hardest to pass a child that wasn’t mine off to feel powerful. Too bad I found out… We didn’t have an amicable breakup after that. I still had enough pull from my crime boss days to find and kill the man who thought he could trick me.

  She really should have checked what happeo those who betrayed me because she had both her legs shattered and needed a wheelchair for the rest of her life. Waiting for her to have the baby was some of the lo four months of my entire life. She thought she was safe, I wouldn’t do anything to her. She thought the man she cheated oh just fled or wasn’t answering her calls.

  That facade of smugness broke the first swing of the pipe wrench. I remember seeing the overfident look that I was just pying, that I was just trying to scare her and wouldn’t do anything break the same moment her kneecap did. I couldn’t help but ugh at how easy I went on her after the fact. I was killing dozens of people every week just a year before that happened. If anything she got off lucky for what she did.

  Still, as I swirled the boba pearls I couldn’t help but think of how long ago that was. It feels like five lifetimes ago. I stopped thinking about it, so much worse happened with my sed wife that the first marriage seemed normal. It ended in a far worse tragedy and it’s the oruly regret. I… I wasn’t always a ruthless man. You only starve for so long until something in you just snaps. You’ll do anything for food, to have enough food to feel fortable and safe.

  Spending aire week w hard only to have my roommate steal all the food we had and leave. I gave him the be of the doubt and watched him walk out with bags of what I thought was garbage only to realize he stole all the food when it was time to have a meal. He didn’t eve it, he gave it away to the food broker to try and join the gang but they just ughed him off.

  That was when I finally broke. Starving and seeing all the criminals still fat broke me. Seeing my roommate, someohought I could trust gamble our food away in the hope of getting a position uhe local crime boss to secure food iure. I hit him with a rock. It was thrown, I didn’t eveo kill him. It just sort of happehat was my first real murder. I had killed during the war but that was over a monitor. It was impersonal and as far removed from actual murder as you could possibly get.

  I got bitter and brutal and wanted revenge o mobsters who turned food into profit. The initiation was brutal. Everyone who wao join the gang had to fight in an arena and many people ended up with broken bones with only four of us(the ones in the best shape) being low-rank enforcers. I made my way through the ranks aually killed the leader, he knew I wao but didn’t think I would the first time we ever met.

  It holy shocked everyone ihe room when I tried to including myself. I was the only one who walked out of that room though. Over the month, I spent seg my position and killing or chasing off anyone loyal to the previous crimelord. After that, I killed the three other crime lords in the area being a true crime boss…

  I swear to god I tried to ge how it worked. I wao help people. I wao make sure at the very least people weren’t starving but I quickly found out that humans aren’t like dogs. Humans will always try to bite the hand that feeds because they think they deserve more. Like a drowning man, they pushed ahey could get ahold of uhem so they could struggle for another breath. Even if that man they pushed uer was trying to help them. They killed my kindness.

  Everyorayed me because I was too kind and I quickly found that murder was the fastest way to get people to listen to the rules. Enf those rules hardened me even further and made me the jaded man who look you in the eye as he saws your head off. I tossed the empty pstitainer and drink into the trash as I got up and walked away. I made myself sad thinking about the past.

  At least I didn’t think about my searriage… Thinking ba that would have pletely ruined my mood. At some point tears filled my eyes, it was the first time in a long time I cried thinking about my past. Like a kwisting in my heart even thinking about what happened with my sed wife led me to start leaking from my face.

  It must have been because I would soon be a parent in this world. I… I wouldn’t let what happened… No, don’t think about it. People are looking at me as the fetful charm has worn off. Two thin streaks trailing down my face as I tried tet. I o find a woman, the only time I could fet was when I drank or when I was with a woman but drinking is what got me in trouble in the first pce.

  Psylocke was walking the opposite way in the hall and I just grabbed her while spinning her so she walked in my dire. I held onto her as she noticed my frayed emotions. She asked. “You okay?” I couldn’t help but smile. “I am now that you’re here.” We made it inside and I activated my baffle. I pushed my dresser in front of the door and I sealed it even further with magic.

  I wasn’t gentle and it wasn’t fair to her. She deserved more than what I gave her. I used her as an outlet tet my memories, only sex could help me fet. She groaned, moaned, and came more than most women I slept with the first time but I was barely even there mentally. I didn’t give her my attention. I was more mad at myself for sabotaging myself after so long. I had been doing so well, only killing evil people. I was doing good so why… Why was I thinking about the past?

  Why was I thinking about Hydro Man? He was a vilin but… Did he deserve to die? I killed him for his power but he was shaping up to be a rehabilitated vilin. He helped the hero break up the elementals… I set a few rules and somehow months after I broke them it finally hit me like a sledgehammer to the fabsp;

  Psylocke spasmed underh me as I kept moving my hips instinctively. Just fet already, it was aire lifetime ago that everything happened. Just fet.

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