Pleasure

Toby had no control of his body as the shadows grew from the light his body casted. His wounds simply disappeared and his fingertips burned with unending pain. The man could not speak as his body moved forward. Bold words kept reappearing across the top of his vision growing slightly bigger each second.

REVOKING FAILED. REATTEMPTING.

Every second the world grew a little brighter and a spark of fear entered his chest. He could be outed as a Superhuman from this. His one eye was still missing as his mouth began to move. The words rung out and stang his ears, "ℨ𝔟𝔘𝔞𝔞"

He feels something warm trickle down from his ears. The shadow cowers as it springs forth letting loose more harsh buzzing sounds four tendrils zoom forward. The bright yellow glow would flare burning away each of the inky black tendrils causing the creature to screech.

Before he knew it he was standing over the squirming body. His lips would move once more and the word became somewhat more clear, "ℨ𝔟𝔘or" The words rung out as his hand dashed forward grabbing the shadow and holding it tight as the buzzing became louder and louder.

REVOKING FAILED. RE-ATTEMPTING.

The words never once stopped appearing across the top of his screen. Even as he felt the liquid in his ears trickle down more and more he could only watch helpless and somewhat sick as his fists slammed into the creatures face black ichor spilling out into the street as it finds itself helpless to shift out of his grip.

It was not the act of violence that made him so sick. That made Toby feel so horrid. It was the fact there was a rush of pleasure each time his fist slammed into the creature's face. The impacts as the creature laid there helpless brought a grin to his face that he wanted to blame over the lack of control he had over his body. Yet he knew he was simply eager to bring this thing pain as his fist slammed into its body.

But as he raised his fist again its body limp and helpless its body shifts. Into a small cowering childlike form that held its arms over its head. Only an inch away from its head his fists stops dead in his tracks. His balled fist shaking as he stands there and feels a hint of frustration rise inside him. The words ring out again bringing a new pain to his ears, "ℨ𝔟𝔲𝔞 𝔎𝔲𝔩𝔞 𝔈𝔷𝔞 𝔈𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯"

The last word rang in his skull. The single word error understood by him as the pain rang through his skull. Yet as he looked upon its cowering and scared childlike form and the faint fading pleasure in his chest he would not allow another strike to the thing. It was illogical but as his fist kept shaking as horrid memories rose to the surface. His will shook and his conviction was pushed as this thing inside his body fought against him.

Perhaps he had not been trying hard enough before. But now some instinctual part of him was fighting back. But as the shadowy thing looked back at him a flicker of pity burned in his chest right before his fist finally slammed down and crushed the creature's head into a splat of dark ichor.

REVOKING SUCCESSFUL.

He would feel the power begin to fade from his body. He would stumble back numb as the high of violence began to wear off. His eyes wide in some shock at the childlike body before him as he whispers, "Its not a child- Just a monster. Just a monster trying to kill you."

The words were simply attempts to feel something. Yet in truth he simply felt nothing at the small corpse which laid before him and that's what scared him. His finger tips were burnt he finally notes as he falls onto his ass. His hands shaking as he reaches up and taps the side of his head feeling the liquid drip down from his ears. He brings it to his eyes and notes that it was blood.

As he sat there shaking his HP so low he would begin to crawl backwards until his back rested on his car. The darkness of the night making it hard to see as he laid there simply recalling what he had saw. Something- glorious. The memory stained his mind better then any other despite how short it was. The words burned into his ears as he only recalls the final word in the sentence.

The pain and horrid feeling would be offset as a rush of pleasure and ecstasy caused him to moan out. His legs clenching and hands making fist as he reads the simple words ontop of his screen.

LEVEL UP. LEVEL 3 REACHED!

ALLOCATE 5 POINTS.

As always he would dump his points into Vitality bringing his health up to 180 points in total. He smiles abit at that as some of his vigour and life force returns with the level up.

70/180 HP.

The words were clear on top of his screen as he would begin crawling his way to the driver's seat of his car. His fingers burnt and his ears still bleeding and something deep inside him feeling strained and tired as he had a new truth to confront. One that he chose to think about rather then the fact that he had just gained pleasure in beating a creature to death.

"There's something stronger then the system. . .something that broke into it and used me as a puppet. Michael? Rather mundane name," He whispers to himself closing his eyes for a few seconds. He opens them when he hears a faint sobbing turning his head to the sight of two more shadows standing over the dead corpse of the first one.

Fear and regret grip his heart fearful that both would soon come for him. But the fear soon melted away as he saw both kneel down and put their heads to the chest of the dead one. Each of their bodies slowly sinking into the shadows. Yet the fear soon returns when something thuds onto the top of his car and jumps down.

The black caped form of a local hero jumping down from the top of the car. One who stood there in silence before turning towards Toby and asking, "Don't worry sir I'll get you medical help right now. What did this to you?"

Despite the fatigue which weighed down his bones the memory that he had to avoid doctors rang fresh in his skull as his mouth went dry. One question sat at the center of his mind and fear. Did he just get outed as a Superhuman?