Prologue
Hec reached his gym on Saints street at five, when the first vestiges of light graced the lands, the shutters already lifted and the lights on.
The familiar muscle motorbike and two cars at the patch of land behind the gym that acted as a parking lot and the clatter of utensils from his restaurant alongside the gym renowned for its protein shakes and a healthy assortment of food told him that Kaya, Mrs. Kay, and her friend were present within.
His telekinesis would've ridden him completely of the need for drawing conclusions based upon vision, but using it continuously would only leave him drained and regretful for his decision to do so.
He scraped the bottom of his shoes on the welcome mat before the tinted glass doors leading into the gym. Rules for thee, not for me. Was a principle he was trying to stray from.
Twisting the door knob, he checked the tinted glasses for any stains, and entered.
"Morning Chief!" A familiar soprano echoed loud in his ears over the mellow melancholic sci fi music that echoed through the interior.
Though the customers preferred loud booming techno and hip-hop, every time he had walked into the gym at this time, he had been greeted with only the music he preferred. Hec was grateful for that.
Behind the counter, a girl, hair bleached blond, in a pink jacket that hugged her C-cup breasts and black leggings constraining a butt he could see the curves of even from the front, was on her feet and saluting at him, her fair face small, with a button nose, and full lips.
"Good morning, Kaya," he smiled. She wasn't shy showing off her antics. That only added to her charm. He sniffed. "What's that perfume you're wearing?"
"Nothing special," she replied, staring up at the ceiling. "Just apple shampoo and green apple perfume." That was his favorite and she knew it.
"Is the job done?" He asked.
"Of course, Chief!" She yelled out, smacking a palm over her left breast. "I'm your most loyal subject, after all." An almost manic grin had taken her face. Well, there was no denying that he favored her immensely. He would be lost without her.
"Any witnesses?" He mouthed. Though the camera was pointed at the gym and the counter was a blind spot, Hec had always been the careful type. "And how's the practice going?"
She shook her head, giving him a thumbs up, the grin still lingering, answering all his questions with simple gestures.
She's scary when she's excited. He thought, chuckling. He tugged at the edge of his lips once to remind her to drop that grin, and she did, smiling sheepishly.
"What about Mrs. Olivera?" He inquired. "Will she be coming?" She was as pivotal to his plan as corpses were.
"About that," Kaya pursed her lips, head hanging down not in guilt, but to stare at the news playing on her phone about several homeless missing from the eastern district.
He didn't fret. There was no chance of Mrs. Olivera leaving him hanging with what had transpired between them a week prior. The pheromones would compel her here. What he couldn't do two years prior, he would be doing it in a single night, and that excited him. This was somewhat personal.
Lifting his hand, he flicked her nose playfully. "You don't have the chops to fool me, fatty," he jested.
Lips glistening under the LED lights inserted in the room, Kaya smiled at him. A genuine smile. That made him feel good. He had swore when she decided to be his priest that she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Hec had made good on that promise. "She's coming. 3:30 AM, after she's done with her meetings," she revealed.
"Thank you, Major Kaya." He saluted back, and headed to the staircase leading to his office across the door. "I'll see you later."
Two regulars, a black and mongoloid woman, greeted him while warming up.
He greeted back with a nod and a smile; the black woman was Mrs. Kay, with a splendid booty that had been messaging him and sending him pictures for the past two days. She was a big spender, and had curves in all the right places. All natural. He had see under the tight fitting yoga pants and tank top; the tramp stamp and her butt in a green bikini been quite the sight.
Hec gulped, his body screaming for him to lunge at her, to take her. He exhaled a prolonged breath to soothe his nerves.
Sweeping his gaze over her body uncaring of her friend, he let her know she was wanted, and made a mental nose to message her when he got to his office to ask of another picture of her butt. Imagination was more exciting than reality most of the times.
He headed up the stairs.
On the second floor, past the shower and the spa, the door with a mechanical keypad at the end of the hallway was his office, as was indicated by the golden letters carved on the blue slate nailed to the door that read, 'Hecas Mui's Office.'
His office was the only place there wasn't a CCTV camera. Some people had tried sneaking in when the gym first opened two years ago; Hec had made an example of them nobody would forget. Word t
When he approached, the small camera on the keypad blinked red, and with a click, the door creaked open.
It pleased him greatly when people, machines, even animals, lived up to his expectations. Inversely, there was no worse rage he experienced when the subject of his investment turned out defective.
He locked the door behind him, a wide grin splitting his face at the sight before.
Within a sealed glass container, a mass of pulsating flesh lay docile in his presence. This was his first child, and his hope to ascend to heights he had always wished for.
Hec had been waiting for this moment for an year now, feeding corpses Kaya and he hunted down in the North district in hopes of awakening it.
He willed the panel to appear, and it enlarged before his eyes, font green and data organized.
[Hecas Mui – God of Flesh and Machine – Godhead: 10%]
[Race: Werewolf
[Priest: Kaya Aras – Faith Anchor]
[Faith points: 20]
[Abilities: Pheromones, Body Manipulation, Telekinesis, Spiritual Practice]
[Creations: The Glob (awakened). Status: Artifact. Abilities: Pill creation. 1 mortal corpse – 1 pill. Effects of the pill: Anti aging, rapid muscle fiber recovery, bursts of ecstasy. The Wolf Pill – Set conditions: After the glob is fed twenty corpses within two days, it will produce a wolf pill]
There it was – set conditions. While in the dormant state, there hadn't been rules nor an description for the Glob, and now, after Kaya had fed the three corpses she had hunted in the Northern District yesterday and five hundred entire points, it was complete.
They had finally done it. A deluge of serotonin flooded his mind at the various possibilities it represented.
His body quivered, mental tendrils sweeping around him in a frenzy. Gnashing his teeth, Hec attempted to contain the outbreak, picturing himself drawing the tendrils in. It took a minute or two, but he had done it, leaving him seated on the floor panting and gasping for it, his dragon straining against his gray sweatpants.
Belly breathing, Hec propped himself up, walked up to the chair behind his oak wood desk, and plopped down, leaning back on the backrest padded with cushions. Reaching into his thigh pocket, he pulled out his phone, and turned it on, the wallpaper of him and a obese girl in front of a yacht. The edge of his lips curled to a smile – they both had come a long way from then.
The feelings of crushing misery and envy that were his companions at that time surged within, acting as a dampener for the exhilaration he felt.
Taking a look at the grandfather clock hung behind him, the time showed 5: 30.
As a werewolf, Hec had needs, some that just couldn't be ignored if the day was to go smoothly. He had tested his limits – not venting would leave him irate and on the brink of madness at night. But, such drawbacks were nothing compared to the enhanced physical capabilities the wolf pill had given him. Even if given a chance to go back in time, under those circumstances, he would ingest the pill every time.
One of his prime needs was to vent – be it through fight, a strenous workout, or even murder. But, as the civilized creature he was, Hec preferred the path of least violence and utmost pleasure – intercourse.
Five more minutes.
Logging into the science fiction forum he was an avid contributor of. A post had ended up on the front page form a user who debated in favor of modern science fiction being superior compared to the dark ages. It had sparked a discussion in the comments that was still ongoing.
Though both had their perks, if Hec were to chose a side, he would say modern science fiction as a genre had evolved exponentially, owing credits to the writers that had survived after the dark edges incorporating even darker and more contemplative themes in their work. He found both sides of the argument compelling.
With a click, the door to his office opened, Kaya ushering in and closing the door behind.
"Everything okay, chief?" Kaya asked, scratching the edge of her lips in mock bewilderment. "Is there anything you need from me?" Any other individual with this attitude would've received a bludgeoning from Hec, but he didn't mind when Kaya did it. She was almost like family. Almost.
He was in no mood to play along. Rolling the chair to beside the table, Hec pulled his sweatpants down, his dragon standing proud and reaching for the heavens. "Yes," he replied. "I need you to talk less and do more work."
Kaya leapt into his embrace, lips crashing down upon his.
Work was what he got.