The next big post

So fracking busy this month, it will be unlikely I’ll get something done for the blog. Next month definitely will have a story. Maybe two!

As a preview of what’s been slow cooking:

The conclusion of The Latex Machines, “Reinvention,” and subsequent independent Unbound reedit of the trilogy, including a significantly expanded pt 3.

Sci-Fi Unbound:

In Igne Procuderunt (Forged in Fire)

Harbinger of Darkness 

Stay Mesmerized
Mr. P

Blog Unbound: Doorways

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. This story is a bit darker both literally and figuratively than most. It takes thematic inspiration from Lovecraft’s Dream Cycle and the Phantasm film series.  The story follows Stan Jeriggo, a man that achieved everything, yet felt as if he never achieved what he truly wanted. He finally came to realize that he had no idea what he wanted. For reasons then unknown, Jeriggo decided upon a path, through the power of dreams, that would bring him the sense of success he so yearned …

Unbound Edition: eBook


The date: January 20, 2016. The Place: National Mall, Washington, DC, United States, Earth. A distinct yet subdued crowd was present under the moist gloom. Subdued in that attendance to this significant event was among the lowest in decades. This event was a most unexpected, controversial inauguration of this country’s new president. He begins with lower approval ratings than the last three presidents at the same point. Most of the people here and the world, including the new President, had no idea of the doorway to chaos before them. Of course, I had no idea myself in another time …

I sat at my mahogany desk pensively. Everything I ever thought I wanted was attained. A Succubus lover, dominion over many, power to wield did not feel like enough. No, it felt like there was still more out there to know. How could that be? I had all the teachings of an ancient book fueling all that I am, or so I tried to believe. Besides, the world seemed to know everything long before the 2150s! A knock at the door …


A glorious, statuesque, raven haired goddess walked into the room. Yes, a part of me did love her, but to her secret frustration, I refused myself time for love.

“What is it, Julie?”

“You seemed disquieted when we spoke this morning, Stan …” She casually sat on my lap.

“If only you cold be like all of my followers, and pretend not to care about my well being.”

“What is bothering you? You know I’m not actively peking in, but I can still feel there’s something wrong.”

I took a long deep sigh. “Julie … Have you ever wondered about what the Book doesn’t teach us?”

She shrugged awkwardly. “Not really, Stan. I mean, it was written by a sex crazed Human via trans-dimensional aliens. There is a certain point of view of it. Then there is how the Book tends to not be in the control of the owner. No one said it held every secret of the universe, or for for it to be a kind of blasphemy to say it did not provide omnipotence. I always say it provides enough … How much more could you possibly want?”

I lightly nudged her off me, and walked to the bookcase. Staring forward at the many tomes of knowledge, including the one that might as well have been our Bible, I began, “How did that sex crazed, Human writer become so friendly with beings so far beyond him? Did they find him, or did he find them?”

“Humph! Those possibilities are both quite fantastical. But, if you role a twenty-sided die, how can you really know the side you’ll get? Perhaps it was serendipitous. He was looking for something more; they were looking for a scribe. No one said they had a linear concept of time. Perhaps they skimmed the timeline for someone just like him.”

“Do you think they’d tell you, if you asked?” I turned.

She glared seriously. “I learned a long time ago, they are not good at giving straight answers. They either don’t know how, or don’t want to tell us everything. Now, I don’t think there’s anything nefarious about that. Telling humanoids how to permanently transcend their physical forms to grasp the Multiverse might be like giving an Australopithecine a fission bomb. We should naturally come to such developments.”

“We can transcend, though. You practically do it to talk to them.”

“Well … not completely, and not really in the way we’re talking about.”

“Dreams, astral projection, those are things the Book talks about.”

“Where is this going, Stan?” she asked uncomfortably. Perhaps out of anyone I knew, she understood what was beyond more clearly than most.

“Something more, Julianna.” I picked up the Book, and handed it to her.

She looked at me curiously.

“The Book itself is a doorway, we already know. Open it to dreams. It likes you more than it ever liked me, so it should bring you to the appropriate passages.”

She grunted, and placed the Book on my desk.

This was not the first time I asked her to bring me to certain passages, but it was a more, well, innocent request. Blasphemy did not really exist under the teachings I adhered to, but this was skirting the closest thing to it.

There,” she said, pointing to the maddening twirls of the ancient script. Interpreting, “The lucid dreamer may create doorways in their dreamed world. It can be through those doorways that the dreamer may move beyond their own flesh, beyond the controlled chaos of one’s own subconscious … I would not call that the newest revelation. You probably skimmed through that a long time ago, like many others possessing this Book.”

“The ‘doorways’ was something I had forgotten …”

“You’re not very good with lucid dreaming, Stan. You tend to get lazy, and let the dream run its course.”

I grunted, before smirking at her.

“There are times I wish I wasn’t so polite about mind reading …”

“Perhaps you could help me, Julie. You’ve been around for the better part of two millennia. I know how powerful you are, in theory.”

“I, I’m not sure about where this is heading. If I help you to create a doorway, there’s no way to know what might happen to you or me!”

“No one said you had to follow me through, Julie. Think of this as an excuse to exercise your power over the mind. I’d bet you could snatch my sanity with a single thought, and not even have to eat a piece of my soul to make me truly yours.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm. “I prefer the slow seduction.”

“So, will you help me have a little curious fun, Julianna?”

She deeply sighed, and thought for a moment. “The best way I know to naturally pull you into a deep sleep is to feed on you just a little too much, and give a little back. Then I’ll join you in your own mind. I’ll keep you from fading back into whatever bed you’re humping so you can create your doorway. It will be your doorway, so I do not even think I could follow you. It’s what you’ll find past it that could have consequences. Anything could happen once you are through: horrific dangers, mind destroying cosmic pleasures, anything. My understanding is that you could find a place born out of the nightmares of quantum physics … I will wait for you. I’ll do my best to be an anchor to yourself.”

I walked into Julianna’s room in my faux-castle. She quietly lay on her bed in her deep red negligee, and read a first edition Jekyll and Hyde. Julianna always a a bit of a fetish for gothic.

“Why have you never liked knocking, Stan?” she asked, not looking up from the book.

“My house, m …”

She interrupted, “My rules.”

The mind destroying Succubus placed her book on the end table, and slowly beckoned with her finger.

With almost more hunger than she, I moved to her bed. We had many forays not unlike this. This time, however, she was going to take me past my limit. She was always a bit cautious in her feeding, so this was to be a very different night for us both.

My robe fell away, as she pulled her silk away. Her body was so glorious, especially with it all around mine. She was tall, taller than me, with olive skin and dark hair. She was so deceptively strong like all her kind.

I thrust into her hungry, glorious pussy wildly, as she actively began to suck out my amorphous passion. Her powerful pussy muscles massaged my dick as if they were groping fingers. Thrust, thrust, thrust we went. My lips were glued to hers. She was in total control of my body now. Every motion, every moan was of her design. My eyes rolled back into my head. I should have cum by now, but she somehow held me back for the first time. Her talents were always glorious!

When I felt myself begin to fade from so much of me being consumed, out of my control, I suddenly exploded into her. All the passion in me was consumed …

Then, she breathed back life into me …

Darkness shrouded me. The smell of rubber and steel permeated my senses. My hips thrust forward. My dick forcibly penetrated a tight ass I knew all too well. The sound of skin slapping rubber echoed off the black and white tile floor. The deep red walls slowly came into focus, as my thrusts shed light onto the statuesque beauty before me. She was totally encased in shiny black latex, as her hands and legs were tightly bound onto the crooked black posts.

I thrust yet harder into the cooing woman, who was no woman.

“Oh, fuck, Master! My ass hungers for your cum,” she pleaded.

“Really, Stan?” someone subtly echoed behind me.

I turned my head to see the glaring Julianna, arms crossed and leaning on the doorframe.

I unmounted, and turned around completely. The dream-Succubus whimpered. “Master, please, I’m so hungry!”

“Umm …” I started. “I’m not sure if this is what it looks like, Julie …”

“Well, she looks and sounds like me!”

“Err … We all want what we can’t have?” I barely said, feeling very confused yet very horny. “Two of you? Let’s do this!”

“You really are the worst lucid dreamer, Stan!” she teased.

“Oh, right, yes.” I finally remembered the goal, even though I was rather horny still. “Let’s go.”

Walking into the hallway, I realized I was fully clothed. Well, at least the image of clothing.

“The corridors of your mind are darker than I expected,” she observed. “I had a little trouble finding you.”

“It’s darker than usual, I think,” I began ponderously. The corridors resembled my home. “My dreams have been stranger than usual …”

She grabbed my arm. “Before you forget what this place really is again, the doorway is really nothing more than a method of mental travel, and does not even have to lead anywhere beyond your mind. I walked into your mind through a door I created. That is the limit of control I have over your dreams, unless I really want to damage you.”

“What are these doors even supposed to look like?”

“It’s your damn door! You visualize it.”

An image of a dark, green door suddenly came to me. I do not know where it came from. I never saw anything like it. The texture was as wood, but it also looked like painted metal. The frame was an infinitely dark marble, with implausibly visible variations in texture.

“Now that’s a surprise …” Juliana breathed, seeing the massive door fade into existence before us.

I touched it, and the door fell away into an infinity beyond my deepest of fathoms.

Julianna grabbed my arm tightly, all but pulling me away. “There’s something wrong here, Stan …”


“This is not of our gods …” she breathed in clear discomfort. “What that leads to, cannot be for you …”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Julie? It’s my doorway!”

“No, it is not …” she breathed. She kissed be deeply, passionately. “I want to say that I don’t know why I let myself enable you, but you know why … I can feel how there is no pleasure beyond that void. That door was never yours. You wondered how a god could find but a single being amongst all that there is? There’s more out there in the vast Multiverse than one tome of mad scribblings! There is chaos, there is indifference. Even with our alien gods, reality itself cares nothing for us. What would be left of you if you came to know everything?”

I reached into the unknown void. It was cold, but not destructive. Something was there just beyond. It was not really calling to me. Or at least, not calling to me in any understood sense. It terrified a Succubus, but enthralled me! “I’ll be back, Julianna. Hold the door for me!”

Slipping from the tight grasp of the old one that truly cared for me, I let myself fall into cold oblivion …

I had the sense of falling, yet I could see and feel nothing. Was this death? Was this life? Was this a forgotten corridor at the end of the Multiverse? I knew so much, yet knew nothing …

Suddenly, I hit a solid, true-black surface with almost fatal force. Almost, in that I don’t think I died. I slowly came to my feet, feeling frazzled and in pain, yet fully aware. This was clearly no longer a dream. I looked around me: nothing. I looked up: shadowed blackness. No, there were massive shadows (echoes?) of something I somehow knew. I somehow understood that they were gods I knew well, but never truly met. They were the very gods Julianna conversed with for my Coven’s benefit. They seemed unaware of me, as if I were just some ant scurrying past their feet. Even if they looked right at me, I’m not sure if they would notice me anyway. I could feel their lack of indifference, but they were going about whatever their daily duties were.

I tried to walk forward only to be greeted by a hard wall of blackness. It felt like nothing, yet it was certainly there. I tried another direction and another to find the same. Was this some kind of cosmic joke? Did I fall into a forgotten trap, a coffin?

No! I kept feeling my away, knowing that my concept of dimension probably was useless here. Then, finally, I found the way onward, Not that I could perceive it as anything more than a lack of solidity before me.

Then, I realized I was no longer walking. I was being pulled forward by a force I could not even feel. Implausibly dark, morbid textures flew around me, giving me the only tangible evidence of motion. Something latched onto my arm, but there was still a pull onward, evidenced by my arm separating from its socket. I could not see, and in some ways, could not even feel what was holding me! The pull increased, as did the sharp pain in my shoulder. My arm was now fully out of its socket. Tendons audibly snapped, as the flesh began to pull apart. I screamed in utter pain the moment before my body was ripped away from my arm.

The incident somehow altered my trajectory, bashing painfully into an almost soft blackness. I was still being pulled, but this time my other arm was stuck in the all consuming wall of nothingness. The pull increased again. My body tore away, the pain seared through my very consciousness. I suddenly felt an apparent crosswind, ripping away both my legs so fast that the mind destroying agony was felt a moment later.

My speed increased, propelling what was left of me closer to what I dearly hoped was the end of this tenebrous torment. My body then slammed brutally into a sold nothingness, forcing my head forward so hard it ripped away by apparent momentum.

All that was left was the inexplicable sensation of falling twirling. But was I falling? None of my senses seemed to handle this wretched reality. What have I done? Will there be anything left of me? Thud

Nothingness threatened to overtake me. Forcing myself to keep thinking, I realized that, yes, this was no dream, but my body was safely lying next to a very forgiving Succubus. I moved my eyes to see my bloodied separated body parts next to me, contrasting with the darkness. Pull yourself together. Yes, all of me was here, through the mind destroying pain. My consciousness was intact. I closed my eyes and visualized myself as complete

I opened my eyes, and realized I was standing and whole again in the despairing blackness. Though, my entire false-body ached inexplicably. What I had just gone through nearly did destroy me.

I looked around me, and slowly began to perceive shadowed beings. They seemed to swirl and move in ways the straddled what I could perceive. They almost seemed to be a mass of ethereal, writhing, black tentacles. Unlike earlier, they were all around me. I could feel them observing me.

“What are you? Where am I?” I called out.

It has pulled itself together.

What I perceived was not language in the earthly sense. It was more a kind of perception. I was sure that my understanding was intentional on their part, yet there was more meaning to their communication just beyond my understanding. Their voices were like a kind of chaos piercing though my very being.

Not the first, but the first to survive.

“I came to know more,” I called, feeling like I deserved the knowledge after the gauntlet I survived.

What are we, Stan Jeriggo?

“Chaos …” I barely answered, almost collapsing at their direct communication.

We are Chaos. We embrace the essence of the Multiverse. We reject the lies and half-truths.

“Half-truths?” I barely asked.

What you have sensed all your life. Your gods manipulate the lesser to save themselves from their mistakes.

“What’s … happening to me …?” I blurted, feeling everything start to fade.

Death. Your gods cause madness and mutation when in their presence; we cause the Soul Energy to burn up … Unless …

“Unless what …?”

Unless you let a piece of us come inside you. We have many tools that have broken through the void in secret. Become one of them. Become what you were always meant to be, Stan Jeriggo. Become our Avatar.

There was no real choice in the matter. At the same time, I could have heeded Julianna’s warning, but I chose to come here. I somehow knew that they did not really force me into anything. Yes, there was obviously some influence on their part, but I always wanted more.

“Yes …”

A shadowy tubule separated from its mass. It moved toward me, wrapping itself around my very being. A crushing darkness over took me. And then … The whole of the Multiverse flowed through me. The nothingness, the cold indifference, the truth of all that was reality sliced through me like shards of glass. I could feel all that was and all the could be in no humanly logical order. The near infinite details of all the words that created my existence flew through me, rearranging my very identity. All the best laid plans of chaos were clear and bright for what I knew would only be for this instant …

I am now the blackness. I am now a part of the swirling chaos of what dreams may come from that undiscovered country, the primordial ooze of the Multiverse itself!

Their green doorway slowly faded into false-solidity before me. My future existed behind it …

I slowly opened my eyes to the waking world, now a very different being. Julianna jumped out of the bed, as she pulled out of my mind. She knew what happened to me, even if the details of it were not fully understood. Terror and regret filled her shimmering eyes.

“I should thank you Julianna. This rebirth would not have been possible without your help.” I could have let myself love her, and in another reality, perhaps I still will. Here, I now know love was no longer of any importance.

For the first time in centuries, she was frozen in indecision. “What have we done?

“You already know, my dear … I was offered a more stimulating job. I accepted.”

“The gods will know. I don’t know what they’ll do to you … or me …” she stated in disbelief.

“Nothing!” I stated with a dark smile. “They were my choices, and you warned me of their consequences … Perhaps you deserve better than this, Julianna, but some paths were already written. Everything must have a beginning, so that an end may be written … Take the Book, if you wish. It won’t exactly talk to me anymore.”

In great anger and frustration, Julianna turned, and walked through her doorway, slamming the door behind her so hard the frame broke …

An aging, gruff, golden haired man placed his hand on the “Lincoln Bible.” An oath is delivered. Some felt chills and terror; some felt great excitement and optimism. Cautionary tales that are only understood in the eye of the beholder … Or something like that! Well, anyway, I am not Rod Serling. All I really sense is that this world will soon experience cosmic cataclysm with implications strong enough to fuel something grander. Standing in the National Mall of Washington, DC, my dear reader, I found myself in complete understanding of why my nameless masters brought me here. Nameless masters now fully bound in a way I could never be. What had happened here only had minor influence from those beyond, and near total influence from those here.

Much has already been written and read of the history I played a part of. Some reader, somewhere, must have wondered how I, Jonas Triegg, was “something far more” than some stock antagonist! Now that story is written and told. I do wonder if I could have told it beforehand, given that it was a flashback written afterwards … No matter, my perplexed reader. I understand what is about to be written (or already has?). No spoilers, of course. Chaos does thrive on the unexpected!

Unbound, indeed …


This month’s main story!

Jan 30 will see the next Blog Unbound!

Title: Doorways
Mythos: Sci-Fi
Synopsis: Stan Jeriggo was a man that achieved everything, yet he felt as if he never achieved what he truly wanted. He finally came to realize that he had no idea what he wanted. For reasons then unknown, Jeriggo decided upon a path, through the power of dreams, that would bring him the sense of success he so yearned …
Tags: Male-female sex, mind control, transformation

Blog Unbound: Madam Necromancer

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. A CIA spy on a standard mission finds himself pulled into a horrific global conspiracy, not believing fem fatales were real.

Unbound Edition: eBook

Madam Necromancer

I was quietly gathering my thoughts in my hotel’s boisterous bar. A light beer sat before me. As a CIA field agent, I went on many missions. Most were not necessarily as grand some action-spy films would suggest. I still did my duty, of which I gave myself top honors. I rarely found much glory in my work, but it was supposed to all be for a better world …

My current assignment was to investigate a possible arms dealer in Manila, Philippines. Fernando Cosalan was his name. He was of mixed decent, with his mother Cordilleran Filipino and father Spanish. He was officially listed as the Vice President of Exports of Santiago Mercantile. They mostly made contracts with other companies for use of their shipping fleet. Cosalan was recently implicated with a well known arms dealer, who often supplied to terrorists, and my job was to find out if that connection existed. Obviously, I also needed to learn if others in that company had connections as well. It was part of a lager operation to take out the suspected arms dealer Lena Santo.

Sipping at the beer, my eyes caught a gorgeous, athletic woman walking to the bar, glancing at me ever so subtly. She had long dark brown hair, dark eyes, a white sleeveless top, short jean shorts, and flip flops. Her skin was deeply tanned, suggesting she enjoyed the beach (small flecks of sand between her long toes all but confirmed). A small fanny pack was wrapped around her waist. Though not quite extreme, her distinct musculature added strongly to her well defined curves. There was something about her that didn’t seem quite right, but I put little thought into that. ‘Finally, a femme fatale!’ I thought jokingly.

While not necessarily thinking rationally, I took my drink, and walked up to the lone woman.

“May I?” I motioned to the empty stool next to her.

“Of course!” she confirmed sweetly. “Are you American?”

“Yes I am! I’m Jack Roberts.” I extended my hand.

She shook with a surprising firmness. “I am, too! Name’s Laura Shelly. Friends are still at the beach. Just felt like seeing the city a bit.”

“Not necessarily much to see … Like a drink?”

“Sure!” she agreed innocently. “How ‘bout some Irish whisky?”

I ordered two glasses, the bartender quietly obliged.

“So why’s an American roaming foreign streets alone?” she asked with a sweet smile.

“I’d ask the same of you, but you already partly answered!” I sipped at the drink. “Just a vacation for myself. Was gonna come with my girlfriend, but unfortunately she became a former girlfriend before I left.”

She drank, and crossed her legs. “Unfortunate for her! … Well, it’s supposed to be spring break, and that’s why me and my friends are here.”

“College students?”

“Seniors. We’re graduating soon.”

“Are all your friends as, well, as healthy as you, Laura?” She was looking me over, so I felt fine about doing the same with her.

She dangled her black flip flop quite enticingly. “Nah! I’m the only fitness buff of the group. Played lacrosse in high school. Didn’t like the jock lifestyle, so I gave it up in college. But, fuck, the gym’s still my second home!” She casually squeezed my forearm, and looked at me sultrily. “I see it might be your’s, too, Jack.”

“Yeah, I guess! Not as much as I used to, but once you get in that habit,” I lightly laughed, shaking my head.

“Oh, it’s the best fucking addiction. I only allow two vices in my life, and working out is one …”

“And the other?” I asked, sure yet amazed at where this seemed to be going.

“Fucking!” she chuckled almost slyly. “Then again, Jack, sex is almost just another work out sometimes.”

I leaned in closer. She smelled quite nice. “Sometimes you do need a spotter.”

“Like a good work out, sometimes it’s better to have a helping hand, or something similar …” She raised and eyebrow, looking down to my tented pants.

Not counting the very nice prostitute I forced myself to turn down in Hong Kong, this never happened to me before. Life isn’t like the movies sometimes. A spy isn’t really supposed to engage in such conduct officially (that is one way a spy looses their job). Still, Laura seemed like an early twenty-something out for life experience. My college days ended five years ago, but missed that overabundance of hormones, enough of which still pulsing through my veins to affect my behavior. “Indeed, Laura … There’s a gym at this hotel if you want to join me,” I smiled suggestively. To be honest, I would have loved to work out with her almost as much as I bluntly wanted to fuck her!

She almost touched her lips to mine, and breathed into my mouth, “How ‘bout a work out in your more private gym?”

“Definitely!” I placed money on the counted, and stood. “My room’s up on the fifth floor …”

We walked quite hurriedly out of the bar, and ran up the steps to my room. The moment I closed my door, she aggressively made out with me. I responded in kind, pushing her onto the bed. Our clothes pealed away. My cock easily found its way into her tight, young snatch. We moaned and cooed joyously at my hard thrusts.

Suddenly, she flipped me to my back, briefly nocking the wind out of me. Before I knew it, she was fucking me far more widely than I was her. Thrusting her hips widely into me, she leaned down, and grabbed the back of my head. “Look at me!” she ordered. “LOOK AT ME!”

I did so, mind turning to mush. I looked right into her dark eyes. Eventually, I somehow came to realize that her dark eyes had a touch of irony. There was something deep within her that was worth everything. I had no idea exactly what that was, the waves of pleasure breaking me down. But soon, I came to realize I felt something more toward her. In those last moment before I exploded into her, we were making love …

She clenched her teeth, cuming herself a few moments later, and rolled off me.

“Shit!” I breathed. “Why didn’t I know anybody like you in college?”

She stood at the edge of the bed, and looked down on me with a serious look. All that youthful vigor was suddenly replaced by something very cold and calculated and still. Yet, I could still see that wonderful thing, whatever it was, past her eyes. Something was very wrong. I sat up, vainly preparing myself for anything.

“Humph! I am the best,” she said with a slight smile. “Unfortunately for them!”


“Oh, I am an assassin and spy, much like yourself, John Corso, but far superior in many respects. I was sent here to assess you, and eliminate if necessary.”

“What do I know?” I asked somewhat slyly.

“Enough to get you killed by a lesser assassin,” she answered bluntly. “Now, I did assess you, but for my own selfish reasons.”

“What did you find?” Keeping her talking was my only option to assess the situation on my end. Based on her musculature and demeanor, she could very well overpower me.

“More than you wanna know. You don’t hide your weak right knee as well as you think. Most importantly, deep down, are a good man. An aspect useful to me, as I need to do something no other like me has ever done successfully.”

“What do you plan to do?” Adrenaline pulsed though my tired veins, while she didn’t even seem winded.

“You call her the Necromancer.”

“Dr. Brianna Summers? She’s a bit above my pay-grade …”

Indeed! We are going take her down. It is my revenge, and the revenge of all those that don’t know any better.”


“First let me say that Santiago Mercantile is a front for arms trafficking, as you are here to learn. Yet, they are barely mid-management in Summer’s shadow empire.”

“It’s all been suspicions and intriguing theory. There’s been little evidence against her, let alone evidence to connect the Necromancer to Santiago …”

“Of course there’s nothing to find!” she spat. “They’re really just contractors with beneficial ties. They may not even know their connection to her. You’re very lucky I chose not to kill you.”

“Secondly?” I urged.

She smirked. “The rumors are true about Dr. Summers, along with an unutterable alliance. She is a necromancer, or at least in the vain of Dr. Frankenstein. All those that work closely with her were killed and transformed by her to be the perfect subordinates. And, all assassin-spies were once dead as well, but often taken from morgues she owns by proxy. I died in a car accident, and my body found its way to one of them. When she gave me new life, I wasn’t supposed to remember anything about my old life. Indeed, I retained so little … I was rebuilt at the genetic level to be what you see now. I’m barely human anymore. My compact muscles are far superior, my intellect is genius, even my immune system allows me to heal far faster. Yet, those precious few memories of my past life came to form the core of the nameless thing you see before you. Summers could never take that away from me! She tried so damn hard, and I simply came to pretend that she succeed. Yet, she knew it was still there, if only because I would never kill an innocent.”

“This is rather fantastical … Is there any way you can prove all that?” I slid over to the edge of the bed before the Amazon.

“With this body, it would be difficult in any material sense. I look nothing like my past self Laura Shelly, while my very DNA is different. You saw the truth, though. It made you love me for an instant. You’re far from innocent, but your good heart was revealed once you saw mine.”

“Yes … At least, I believe you … In the more material sense, too, this is not the Necromancer’s M-O. All agents that died by her suspected assassins were found. It would make no sense to reveal everything to a target that might escape. A blunt message, even if no material evidence linked to Summers.”

“Blunt, yes, … her only real mistake was making her assassins so smart. She does fear me, because of the unchained humanity I retained.”

“Shouldn’t we get moving?”

“Yes. I am the calvary, so we have more time to escape than you think. Plus, my top prestige gives me enough authority to know I’m the only reborn-assassin in this country at the moment.”

“Good, I don’t feel like running around Manila naked! So what should I call you? You said you have no name now …”

She smiled with a true sweetness and awkwardness. “Summers designated me One-One-Three … Lindsay … Call me Lindsay. That was the middle name I had in my former life. I remember hating it then, but it seems inexplicably fitting now …”

I occasionally glanced at my would be assassin while she drove. It was oddly amusing that she was still in her mind numbing, “college” attire. Looking at her stern face, I inexplicably trusted her, but that wasn’t what bothered me …

“Ask it,” she requested.

“Death … Do you … Remember anything?”

“Avoiding the real question you don’t know how to ask,” she smirked. “I told you I don’t remember much from my past life, and what was before the next, less so. I did find a skimpy article on that car crash, proving it wasn’t some dream  … I think I remember driving. Another vehicle came out of nowhere, and bashed into me. I remember weightlessness, like I was falling. And then, nothing … When I awoke reborn, I had the impression of being within nothing for a while, and later learned it was a month from that article. Do I simply not remember what happened when I died? Maybe. Did my soul stay in the foreknowledge that I would live again? Perhaps. I’m not sure if I want to know, especially after everything I’ve done since my resurrection!”

“And, I’m your key to yet another life?”

No, I don’t deserve another … You’re not going to like the answer to your real question,” she said bluntly, “but it must be said. You want to know if you really are capable of traveling the path I’ve dragged you to. The answer is yes, but you want it to be no. You’ve intentionally wasted your skills for the sake of ease and comfort. You like being one step away from desk-bound bureaucrat. You like to uncover only mid-level, replaceable arms dealers, being successful every time, because you fear loosing again. Your innocence was lost when bad intel made you kill the wrong person, remember? This is the core of your weakness. When you first saw me, you accurately suspected I was dangerous, but automatically made yourself believe otherwise. Replaceable arms dealer is just another safe mission, right? I could’ve put a slow poison in your drink after you came up to me, and fucked you out of pity after! If we fought, I would have forced you to lean on your weak right knee, ending you in moments. Yet, if you followed your instincts, I might be dead now. A bullet is hard to dodge. You saw and loved what little humanity I have left. I’m giving you a chance to make up for your failings.”

The old feelings of regret and failure returned. I became physically sick! All that time in therapy was destroyed by the woman next to me. She saw right through me, and while she obviously read my files, she had no need to read more than my face. Yet, I knew she had to push me into my own darkness if she wanted to enact her revenge. Holding my feelings back meant holding myself back.

“Good. Feel it!” she spat. “Failure is a success in knowing how not to fail again.”

I opened the window, and exploded everything I hated in me, including the food in my stomach. It was oddly cathartic, but not fully. Complete catharsis would come if I succeeded in helping my would be assassin. She understood me in ways I didn’t want, but needed to accept. “Why?” I barely asked, wiping vomit sticking to my cheek. “… Why do you need to reshape me into some perfect spy to aid you? I thought you were the cavalry …”

“Summers knows my weakness and strength: my humanity. You are a variable she may not have accounted for. She and me are of equal genius, but she is a self assured megalomaniac. She kills what she cannot control, or allies with it. She may know I retained my humanity, but she saw it as another way to control me. Letting her control me until I saw my path of revenge open is what kept me alive. It’s all about adding variables. Chaos that I control.”

“Like fucking double agents feeding you information that didn’t exist!” I growled. “The fucking bastard got away from me after I was forced to kill the wrong man. The I learned the disgusting truth …”

And …?” she pushed with subtle anticipation.

“I suspected he would betray us, but refused to believe it! … Another agent apprehended him not long after … No catharsis, no revenge! You know I was cleared of any misconduct due to the double agent. I wanted to kill that man for so long, but that wouldn’t change anything. Then I just hid in my own disgrace …”

“This will kill you eventually if you don’t face it, as my dual nature as human and perfect assassin may have killed me eventually. Accept all that you are to become more than what you are … I call this revenge, but I’m not out to kill Summers. I want to destroy her by showing the world the horrors she has committed. For different reasons, Summers holds the catharsis we both seek …”

After night fell, we ditched the car to walk the rest of the way to port town. Lindsay was sure her boss now knew something was wrong. I should’ve been dead long ago!

We soon found a small clearing within the thick bush. I was amused at how she stumbled around the dark as much as me. I then teased, “Hey, I would’ve thought your boss gave you better night mission, Lindsey!”

“Well, my visual acuity is clocked at seeing objects at twenty as if they were five!” She playfully punched my arm. “Besides, you know spy-craft isn’t just about the body.”

“Yeah!” I grabbed some twigs and dry brush, as Lindsay grabbed larger pieces. My fire making skills should work in the thick humidity, but it I expected it to take longer. “Hey, you have matches in that fanny pack?”

“No, but I have some chemicals that should work, John …”

I arranged the dry twigs and brush accordingly, and Lindsay applied the liquid cheat. The fire soon came to life. The light hurt the eyes for a moment.

“You see? Who needs muscle?” she smiled sweetly, tossing lager pieces onto the flame.

I smiled. “There’s one thing you suggested, Lindsey …”

“The Necromancer’s alliance,” she said with a sigh. “It is the one thing I never knew much about. They, whoever they were, came to Summers. I am sure they were a powerful, silent force around for a very long time, but are now all but gone in the United States and elsewhere. From what I gathered, the deal was that once the election of a dupe, a puppet came to be, Summers could pool her resources with them to co-run the world. But, they faltered and collapsed in much of the world soon after, not before ensuring the dupe would be elected. Summers not fully filling the void suggests they were a part of something even more horrible than she …”

I felt a chill down my spine. There were reported rumors of ancient and powerful organizations silently swaying the world, but evidence was never solid. Though such rumors were often relegated to footnotes in reports, they were never rejected …

After sitting before the fire for a few moments, perhaps for the first time in her life as an assassin, she was completely letting her guard down. It was partly calculated, of course, if only out of conditioned habit. “It’s a shame you hide your humanity to protect it when around everyone else. It almost makes you glow …”

Lindsay smiled with her full lips. “Maybe I was saving it for you.” She deeply sighed. “You don’t know how hard it was to still have my humanity after all that genetic and mental conditioning. I wanted to tear it out of me at one point, but someone had to remember Laura Shelly … It feels so damn good not to hide it.”

I leaned in very close to her. “When you kill, do really feel nothing?”

“I bury my humanity ever deeper when I kill. Deep enough so that anyone lacking innocence doesn’t affect me negatively.” A tear escaped her eye.

“You hide, too … You don’t want to think of yourself as a monster.”

“Am I a monster?”

Our lips were so close they almost touched. “That’s up to you, Lindsay … What do you want when this is over?”

Lindsay looked right though me, as I looked right through her. She was a genius, but we were equally as good at reading people when unimpaired by ourselves. Though she hated herself for all the destruction she caused, she didn’t see herself as a monster. She planned to rebel the first chance she had, ensuring an end to it all. I could even see what she wanted. That want impossibly intertwined with her conditioning, as she accepted herself as both Human and an assassin. Sooner or later, she would do everything in her power to retrieve it. So, I made it sooner …

I lovingly pressed my lips against hers, and she held me tightly. We fell onto the dark earth in each other’s arms. Our clothes pealed off, becoming our mat. Neither of us wanted to be on the bottom, so we sat up. We pulled our bodies together, my dick falling into her, as she fell onto it. Her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. Kissing deeply and holding each other tightly, we thrust in perfect time. We moaned and cooed lovingly, while occasionally pulling back to just look at each other.  It was a perfect moment of love. Time was meaningless. I was as much hers, as she was mine. Eventually, we simply stared into each other’s eyes, while we thrust, letting our minds make love in time with our bodies. And soon, we came loudly in brain melting orgasm …

Still holding each other, her stamina making her not even close to breathless, we simply looked at each other, and knew what we were silently saying. It wasn’t a psychic thing. We simply read each other. Our love for one another melted into the core of our very beings …

“I know I don’t deserve you …” I heard quietly echoing in nothingness. “Please work!”

I couldn’t breath; I couldn’t feel. It must have been a dream. Yet, it didn’t feel like one.

“Please come back to me!”

It was Lindsay. She was calling to me. I felt a great pressure on my chest from something I cold not perceive. I, painfully, tried to move toward Lindsey with all my effort, and began to see a bright light.

“Please! I need you!” she pleaded. Her voice seemed louder, more distinct the closer I came to that light.

I moved toward her voice, the pressure, the light with all that I was. Soon, the light was engulfing … I was breathing …

I slowly opened my eyes to see Lindsay sobbing on my stomach while crushing my hand. “Maybe … You deserve more than you think, Lindsay …” I croaked. It was very hard to breath deeply.

She suddenly looked up to me, eyes fire red from tears. She grasped my head, kissing all over my face unabashedly.

“What’s wrong? … Why is it so hard to breath?” I forced through slowly subsiding pain in my chest. I looked down to see what looked like a healing entrance of a bullet wound disturbingly over my heart. An annoying klaxon blared, but I barely perceived it in the moment.

“I got careless, and another assassin found us while we slept. Summers secretly had him trail me from several miles away. It appears she didn’t fully trust me!” There was drying blood on her pale white jumpsuit.

“I was shot?” I breathed, touching the visibly healing wound. “What did you …?”

“I injected you with the Resurrector Serum. You were drugged, and brought here last night. They quietly killed you here thirty-five minutes ago, with me watching. Summers wanted to punish me by turning you into an assassin like me, assuming the process completely erased your past.”

Serum?” I was in utter shock.

“Don’t worry, my love, all that’s in that serum is supercharged, artificial adrenaline and healing compounds. You won’t have a cold for a year! You were only dead for about seven minutes by the time they brought you here to be resuscitated. Genetic and mental conditioning comes next, but I think we can skip that part if that’s all right with you, John!”

I tried to laugh with joy, but my chest still hurt too much to do much more that smile. “Did you kill her?”

“No. I did kill more than a few assassins when I decided to keep fighting. I am one of the best, remember? They just expected me to give up, and I almost did. I always seized the day as Laura, and I finally realized it was that mentality that made me such a good assassin. Don’t you see? No matter how much I buried my humanity, it still asserted itself as my most powerful quality. I decided to stop burying my humanity, because it was the only part of me that wasn’t defeated. Of course, it also meant feeling the pain of killing all those assassins, who couldn’t predict my humanity fueled actions …”

I glanced around to see four apparent assassins lying dead on the floor. “What about Summers?”

“She’s still here. After I killed the others, she tried to confront me, assuming I still could not hurt her. I did almost kill her, because she killed you to be hers. Instead, I shot out her knees, to her great surprise! I pulled the trigger before she said one damn word. She couldn’t believe how all that conditioning was twisted against her!”

“Where is she now?”

“Dragging herself to safety. We should be able to catch up to her, if you’re willing to stand.”

I grunted loudly through deep pain, while bringing my self to my feet. Lindsay was more than helpful. “I guess we can really discuss death once we’re done!”

She kissed me deeply. “Lets go, John …”

Guided by Lindsey’s strength, we found and followed the Necromancer’s blood trail. I do not think running was an option just yet, but I remarkably found myself moving on my own will sooner than later. Then a strange realization hit me. Alarms were blaring, yet everyone they came across did not seem to care about us. On the one hand, Lindsey was now far superior than any there, but on the other, such hectic running seemed like an over reaction to just us. There were not running from us.

“Something’s wrong here,” I finally stated.

“I know.”

“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know, but I think we are partly to blame. Push yourself, John, we need to get to summers like yesterday!”

I barely pushed myself into a jog in the bright corridor. Not bad for a recently deceased man! Lindsey pulled ahead of me. Assuming someone else did not find Summers yet, she could not be much further ahead.

The building around us suddenly shook in a big bang, making the lights flicker. Weapons fire was suddenly audible, echoing through the corridor from somewhere.

“The Castle defenses are active!” she called back.

We took another turn and then another, and the trail finally led to the Necromancer herself, sitting on the floor and back to the wall. The woman was older than most descriptions of her, yet the graying woman looked healthy enough to hold her own in a “normal” fight. Well, assuming her kneecaps were not blown out!

She looked to me and then Linsey with her big blue eyes, and said breathlessly,  “I finally … failed to predict you, my greatest creation …”

Lindsey forcibly pulled the doctor to her feet, and growled, “What’s happening!?”

She put on a sarcastic smile. “The Cabal finally found us through you, as I know they would find me eventually. My … hope was that you would not stay a betrayer, and save your adopted mother and kin.”

The Cabal?” I asked unsettled. That was one of the rumored names of the ancient an powerful organization that was not supposed to exist… A bigger explosion and tremor flew threw the structure, making me fall onto the wall. Crossing weaponry of a kind I could not recognize become audible. Yet, it sounded as if the defenses were holding, if only just.

Keeping her eyes on Lindsey, the doctor continued, “I knew the Protectors would be trouble, but their deal was perfect for a megalomaniac like me. I was to have prominence within something beyond my present understanding. The world was to transform in their otherworldly image. My assassins would have been key. Maybe I could have taken that new world over through their power and mine? They’re nearly gone now; the Cabal all but destroyed them before my forces integrated with theirs. My first miscalculation in a long time. Damn economics! Yet, the election was still due in part to their convoluted manipulations … You do realize everything I have been doing for the past year was to prepare against the Cabal?”

“I suspected,” Lindsey spat.

I put my hand on Lindsey’s shoulder. “We need to go, Lindsey.”

“Your lover is right, Lindsey. Without you fighting for me, this place is doomed.”

“Fuck it!” Lindsey growled, throwing the Necromancer over her shoulder. “Come on, we can still get out of here!”

My strength all but returned to me, I just barely kept up with Lindsey. The fighting intensified outside, before a massive, power grid destroying explosion became the death cry of the compound’s defenses. Several lights blew before the emergency lights forced themselves into dim existence.

In the darkened, emergency lit halls, we quickened our pace in a path Lindsey new well. We finally hit the end of a corridor, and Lindsey pushed Summers to stare at apparently nothing. The sound of fighting was not far behind. I could have sworn I heard the clash of a sword through those indescribable weapons sounds. I never heard a weapon make such a shrill!

A shiny metal wall quickly slid into place behind use, and the floor began to quickly move downward. A good two minuets passed, as the sounds of battle quieted. Assuming most of Summer’s forces were conditioned to not surrender, that meant we had gone far underground.

A cave appeared before us by the time we hit literal rock bottom. The prominent green lighting looked to be a natural bioluminescence. We walked into the green glow.

“No detectable electronics down here. Even that elevator is weight driven,” she said almost proudly, in spite of still being draped over an assassin’s shoulder.

“If I remember,” Lindsey started. “There’s a vehicle about half a mile up, and then another four miles to the exit. We just need to follow the lit path. If we’re lucky, that will put us ahead of whatever the fuck was happening up there.”

“Where are we?” I asked confused.

“Not far from where we nabbed you two!” Summers stated. “I have many satellite facilities. Once this one falls, the rest will follow …”

The secret cave successfully let the three of us escape. I was able to meet with my contact, who was quite shocked at who accompanied me! I was secretly more shocked at how the almost legendary Necromancer did not even try to escape. Then again, damaged kneecaps make escaping somewhat difficult, while Lindsey wanted to end a mission without more blood on her.

Lindsey was given a surprising amount of leniency for her testimony, and was to avoid prosecution if she would use her skills for the CIA. The Necromancer was to be the trial of a lifetime. It seemed all too easy, and maybe it was. Lindsey and I soon came to realize Dr. Summer’s agreeability showed how terrified we should all be. There were players hiding deeply in the shadows of the CIA and world for long enough to escape our understanding. We miscalculated. The battle between the Protectors and the Cabal was not a subject for the prosecutors, as Summers yielded nothing on them. Who were the Protectors protecting, and why was the Cabal still fighting? Summers knew her jail cell would become unlocked very soon for her to gain power again through her horrid knowledge. Lindsey knew she would soon be paid for her consulting with the soul-crushing truth of the silent manipulators. A cosmic horror was coming for us all …