What doesn't kill you makes you stronger?
What if it does kill you?
Moxie stands there with crossed arms, still in that very appealing gym outfit. "I still don't get why you invited me up here."
Lulu is sitting on a humming AC fan, paying no mind to the fact that the air is blowing up her skirt. "Who the bossy lady?" She doesn't even lift her attention from her phone as she scrolls.
The wind rips past us as we stand on the rooftop of the Garden of Eden. Apparently I own this part of the building, which doesn't really sound structurally or lawfully sound. Even so, owning this rooftop opens the possibility of future projects, which sounds exciting.
Moxie side eyes Lulu with annoyance. "A better question is who's the brat?"
"I'm not a brat. I'm 22!"
"I invited you two up here because you're into athletics; thus, you probably know about the human body."
Moxie gasps. "You aren't... asking... for a threesome!?"
Lulu shrugs. "I'm down."
(ᵕ—ᴗ—) "Uh... no. More like... how would you control where the blood flows in your body?"
"Oh... well it's- hmm... how do I put it into words?"
Lulu skips over, crawling her fingers up my chest with a smirk. "Well, I can certainly make your blood flow somewhere in particular." Digging in my pants, she wraps her hands around my shaft.
"Waht?!"
I lurch forward, "Ooh, well, I mean... No! I'm here for training."
"Training?"
On cue, the metal door to the roof opens, and Boketto emerges. "Yo ho!" She waves.
"There's another one?"
"Wow, a foursome, aren't you bold?"
"Now that everyone is here, I will explain the plan..."
Standing before them, I throw my hands out. "I'm immortal!"
...
The three stand there in silence.
"Huh?"
"I cannot die; I saved you all from dying at the expense of my own life. Yet here I stand."
"I guess you kinda did."
"Oh yeah! I was wondering how you survived being stabbed that many times."
"Yeah, I guess having your groin explode would probably kill you."
Moxie's eyes widen as she turns to the other two. "What?! What the hell happened to you, Graves?!"
"It's a long story."
"How are you guys so calm about this?"
"Dont ask, don't tell."
"I don't think that's the right phrase."
"So? That still doesn't explain why we're here?"
"Boketto, I would like to see that machete trick you were trying to perform."
She winces, "Eh... are you sure?"
"Yes," I say... unsure. "I have faith in you."
Her eyes widen with excitement as she nods. "Right! I won't let you down!"
Walking up beside me, she pulls out a machete from who knows where.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen... today my assistant will aid me in performing this tick. I shall chop off my assistant's hand and reattach it ."
The other two gasp, wincing in uncertainty.
"Abra..." Boketto raises the machete up in the air. "KADABRA!" She slams the machete down on my outstretched arm.
In one cut, it is sliced off.
The other two cover their mouths as they jump back.
"FUCK! SHIT! SHIT! BITCH! FUCK!!!!" Holding my knubbed hand, my eyes water. Blood sprays out as my hand lands with a flop.
"WHA?! You just chopped off my arm!?"
"Oh... whoopsie. I forgot to actually set up the act."
The other two rush over to me with concern. "Graves!"
"Dont worry, I'll call an ambulance."
I grab the phone. "Don- don't both- bother." My breathing is heavy as I violently sweat. "Just tell m- me how I should strain my forearm."
Moxies eyes water as she looks at me with bewilderment. "Strain your forearm? Uh... I dont know?!"
"Lulu? Something?!" I plea.
"Uh... well, I guess just imagine you're grabbing my breasts or something that would require you to flex the forearm."
Reaching out, I imagine grabbing the two of them...
The bleeding temporarily stops; The moment I release my invisible grip, it spews out again.
"That worked!" I cheer with a smile.
"How are you so happy?! You're bleeding out!"
Closing my eyes, I continue imagine profusively gripping... (𓏗-𓏗) something, and the blood stops.
I hold the strained muscle, and as though I'd cauterized the wound, the spewing blood stops. The muscles of my hand begin slowly growing back, like a sapling.
The three wince as they step back.
"ew."
Boketto winds back her machete. "Zombie!"
The feeling was strange, like having my leg fall asleep, yet it tickled.
With the danger gone, I fall to my back with a deep exhale.
The three stand over me with looks of uncertainty.
Yet, I throw my hands up. "Victory!"
"Is that what you'd call it?"
Boketto returns, dropping my chopped - off hand on my stomach. "Think yuh dropped this."
Taking the hand, it's missing certain parts it had before, like a puzzle missing pieces. Placing the hand over my forearm, it fits perfectly.
Once again, imagining gripping something, I strain my arm. I watch as the muscle fibers reattach, and I feel my fingers once more.
Picking myself up, I smile. "It worked." d–(^ ‿ ^ )z
The three look at me with dropped jaws.
"Are you sure you're not a zombie?"
I grin. "Ragh!" I put my hands up as I stumble towards her. "I'm going to eat you."
Lulu smirks, raising her eyebrows as she grabs her skirt. "I certainly have something you can eat."
Moxie gasps. "You are a perverted gir-"
Boketto's eyes widen as she winds back the machete. "No! Dont do it, Graves! Cannibalism is bad!"
I reach for Boketto's wrists. "Put the machete down, you're going to kill someone."
"Noo! Please dont eat me!"
She slices down at me. I manage to catch it with my hand, yet the blade cuts down the middle of my hand, splitting my hand in half.
(;3;) Biting my lip, my eyes water. This hurts so MUCH!!!! (*0*)
"Boketto...!" I state, every word stuffed with repressed annoyance.
"I'm sorry, Graves, but I'm firm on this. You can't eat me alive."
"I'M NOT A FUCKING ZOMBIE!"
"Oh... really?"
(-_-) "Really."
"You should have said something; I was about to kill you by accident."
I swear, the next time she lets me slide, I will be taking my annoyance out on her voluptuous body. (ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)
Deeply inhaling, I hold my split hand back together and flex my hand muscles. With a stretching noise, the muscle fibers reconnect.
Picking myself up, I release my pent - up breath with a clap. "Alright, onto the next test."
Moxie looks at me a confused concern. "Well... I'm not really doing anything."
(~_~) "At least you didn't try to kill me... unlike someone." I glare at Boketto.
Boketto scoffs putting her hand on my shoulder. "Theres no need to thank me, Graves. My ability to purify the dead and bring them back to the living is something even I was not aware I was capable of." ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
"Is that what that was?"
******
It's gotten late, the sun has already set. Lulu and Boketto had to go, so I had Moxie stab me a few times.
It didn't hurt at all. (˶╥︿╥)
"Bye Moxie! Thanks for your help today."
"It was no trouble..." She bashfully points at me as she whips her head away. "But you'd better keep your promise! Not that I care! It's just that there is an exercise I want your help with... That's right! An exercise, that's all it is!"
"Yes, yes, okay, I'll see you on Wednesday." (ᵕ—ᴗ—) Now I'm offering my body as a bargaining chip. Strange to think about; I'm paying her back for stabbing me, by stabbing her... just in a different place.
Returning to my penthouse... wow, that sounds douchie.
Returning to my apartment, Cafuné is lying on the bed, kicking her legs back as she watches television.
Her vision is locked onto the show as the two characters on screen are fighting.
"Oh, Graves, you're back!"
"Yeah, I had quite a day." ( - ⌓ - )
"Come watch TV with me and bring me my soda."
With a sigh, I grab the soda bottle from the counter. She is lying on my bed, messily eating pizza. The cheese and grease drip onto her exposed cleavage between her new oversized shirt.
Walking over to her, I strip to my briefs and I sit cross legged on the bed beside her. Grabbing a slice of pizza, I watch the show with her.
"Here."
Handing her the soda bottle, her eyes widened with excitement. "Thank you, servant man, Gravy."
While she managed to get a new shirt, she still has nothing on covering the lower end. Her large, rounded ass sits there looking like two mounds of dough, while her cat peaks out from between them.
Sitting there with tented briefs, I can't even enjoy whatever we were watching.
After not saving anyone today and then not doing anything, I'm feeling a little unfulfilled.
I could just go to bed and wait for tomorrow when Moxie invited me over.
As Cafuné laughs at the funeral scene of the show, her whole body jiggles.
Like a worm on a hook, I can't take my eyes off.
This could end poorly in so many ways.
But they say you miss 100 percent of the shots you don't take, so...
"Uh... Cafuné."
She lazily turns to me. "Yeah?"
"I think my dick is losing air... Could you perform CPR with your pussy?"