Time to Die Again.

I woke with a gasp.

"Welcome back." A familiar, dry, tone said.

Sitting up, still panting, heart pounding, I looked wildly around.

I was back in the infirmary, with Jolly standing beside the bed, looking down at me with a sullen expression.

"Well," I said, after taking a moment to calm down slightly. "This is special."

"You died, they brought you back. You can't get out that way," Jolly said, reminding me why I gave him the moniker. "Come on, get up. We have to go back."

Swinging my legs around, I took stock. My, well, the body I was in at least, was back in one piece. Someone had cleaned it, and I even had my tiny little bikini back. Doubt that would last long.

Carefully, I felt at the back of my head, where I'd hit the wall after been thrown there by the Karma bitch. It was fully intact. Was this body another clone? Had they repaired it? I resolved to figure this out, but first, I had other things to experiment with.

Slipping down off the bed, I padded after Jolly, who was patiently waiting for me.

"I see you're walking alright again," I commented, as we set off down the by-now-familiar corridors. "That's nice."

"You fucking bitch," he snarled at me. "You ripped my sac right off."

I shrugged. "You have learned a valuable lesson. To wit: Don't put your nuts in my mouth."

Jolly raised a fist, and I stood there and looked at him. He didn't have the balls. No pun intended.

After a moment, in which he obviously realised I wasn't going to flinch, he lowered his arm. "Fine," he snarled. "But you're not my friend."

"Oh no," I mocked him as he stalked off. "Have we fallen out?" Sniggering, I trotted along and caught him up. "Tell you what," I said. "How about a real blowjob this time?"

Despite everything, he stopped and looked at me. "What?"

Now I focussed, hard, on him. I tried to recreate the feeling of pure lust that I'd experienced with Gol and direct it in Jolly's direction. My skin began to tingle, which I took as a good sign. I was actually beginning to make myself horny.

"Oh." Jolly took a step back. "I... I..." he stammered. It was then I noticed. He had a hard on under his robe! Despite his lack of balls, he was actually getting aroused. This. This was progress. However, this much progress I didn't need just now.

I switched my mood. Disgust, fear, hatred. I made my best efforts to think of these things, project them towards him.

It didn't have the reaction I expected.

"Bitch!" he cried, running at me and punching me in the side of the head. It took me completely by surprise, and I staggered from the blow.

"I'll fucking kill you," he screamed lashing out at me again. I tried to block him, but I was still off balance from the first strike. You ever been hit in the head hard? Well, it really throws you off, let me tell you, and try as I might, I couldn't ward off his attacks.

Too late, I tried to go back to projecting lust, but he was on me now, enraged, maddened, insane. I saw stars as he gave me a blow that knocked me over. Somewhere I could hear a siren blaring, but it was all out of focus.

I was on the floor, with a maddened Jolly on top of me. Blood filled my mouth. My whole head was just a mass of pain.

Looking up, I saw my neighbour, eyes wide, a crazed look upon his face, raise his fist once again.

And once again, time slowed. I tried to pay more attention this time. Waves of smoke-like pulses were coming from me, washing outwards like misty water, hitting Jolly, who seemed almost transparent. The waves were sucked into him, turning red, and pulsating through his body, which was now translucent to me.

Then his fist came down again, sending me back into oblivion.