Chapter 3: Flashback(1)

<p>(Mort Hayes' POV)<br/><br/> "...I'm 17... Who's that guy behind...? Oh, that's John, my coworker." I say as John in the background waves his hand at the camera before he continues to cook the steak a customer ordered.<br/><br/> I'm currently live streaming while I'm at work in the restaurant. My content mainly focuses on me cooking at my job. There are only a thousand watching my stream, I bet they are only watching because of my face.<br/><br/> To brag, I have a handsome face that really get people staring at me. I'm used to it by this point and It has been one of my most prized possessions.<br/><br/> "Show off my cooking skill?" I say to myself as I read the comments. "Hmm? Can I, John?" I say as I was still frying the fried rice while turning my head to him.<br/><br/> "Yeah, whatever, for your viewers." He says sarcastically in a joking way as he rolls his eyes while still cooking the steak a customer ordered. I smiled and then turned the fire up, as I began to flip the rice from the wot.<br/><br/> I then turned the fire down a little and began to chop the green onions, onions, garlic, tomato, and bell peppers. I was kind of struggling to cut it, due to my lack of skills.<br/><br/> I focused on cutting the vegetables, so I wouldn't accidentally cut my fingers. 'Imagine burning this whole place...' An intrusive thought slips in my mind making me smirk and lose focus which resulted in me accidentally cutting my finger a bit, making it bleed. I hiss in pain and backs away from the chopping board.<br/><br/> I then left the kitchen to find a bandaid in my cut finger. It took a while but I finally found the first aid kit. I put on the bandaid and clicked my tongue.<br/><br/> Suddenly the fire alarm resounded and I remembered my fried rice. Immediately I ran in a hurry to the kitchen. That was before I stopped as I opened the door to see a gruesome scene in front of me.<br/><br/> My coworker, John, was burning. His hair was burning to flame and soon his whole body began to be wrapped in flames. He was screaming in both pain and fear as he tried to get rid of the fire by moving around.<br/><br/> The stove was still lit, and I was frozen in my spot, my eyes looking wide-eyed at John's burning body.<br/><br/> 'It has been a while...' That thought crossed my mind and I felt a grin creeping up from my face as I stood there. "This is what a burning human looks like, huh..." I mutter quietly as a sense of euphoria wash over my body as I hear John's pained scream asking for help.<br/><br/> **Thud**<br/><br/> I then saw Natasha, our manager burst through the door and also froze when she saw John's body burning. Immediately, I began to panic internally 'That should work right?' I thought before I reacted and took a fire distinguisher and began to spray it to John's body and the stove. Smoke began to fill the kitchen.<br/><br/> John's body then collapses on the floor seemingly unconscious. It was a miracle he was still alive. I then pretended to collapse on my knees to the floor and that immediately got Natasha out of her stupor.<br/><br/> "I... John... It's my fault..." I began to crouch my back as I forced my eyes to release tears as I let go of the fire distinguisher and began to wipe my tears roughly. Natasha comes to my side and begins to rub my back and gives me a comforting hush.<br/><br/> "Mort... It's fine, I know it's not your fault..." She comforted me as she hugged me. Natasha has been having a crush on me ever since I came to work here. With all the favoritism she is showing, it's quite obvious.<br/><br/> I bet she's blushing as she takes advantage of her crush' unstable emotion and hugs him in the form of comfort. I bet she's enjoying this, but I have to do this...<br/><br/> "B-but, It was me... I forgot I was cooking something... That's probably why... John..." I began to release tears in my eyes and acted pitiful and guilty which seemed to touch Natasha's heart seeing her crush crying and suffering from guilt.<br/><br/> "Natasha... Help me..." I say as I grab her shoulder and look at her eyes with teary one. My nose is probably red while my eyes are a bit swollen which adds to the pitiful effect.<br/><br/> "M-Mort... What can I help you with?" She stutters while blushing as she stares at my face. She has this determined face to help me.<br/><br/> "I... I don't want to be arrested..." I sob as I then hug Natasha's body and she heats up, assuming she blushed. "Help me... I..." She then hugs me back and hushes me. She broke the hug and made me look at her. I look at her eyes.<br/><br/> "It's fine... I won't tell anyone... I'll get rid of all the evidence..." She says as she stares at my eyes. I look at her in hope before I look at her lips which she blush at.<br/><br/> At my last step, finally I lean in and her breath hitches in anticipation. I then kissed her lips before I broke it after a few seconds and buried my face on her shoulder. "Natasha... I-I-I'm sorry... I couldn't control myself" I say in a tone of regret as I smirk a little while I hide my face in her shoulder and her heart breaks at the scene.<br/><br/> "Mort... look at me..." she softly whispers to me and makes me look up at her face. I slowly looked at her face while trying not to look at her in guilt before she then pecked my lips. I pretend to widen my eyes and she breaks the kiss and chuckles seeing my expression.<br/><br/> "I like you..." She confessed softly while blushing like a maiden in love. I stared at her eyes before I kissed her as well and she assumed that was a positive answer and kissed back.<br/><br/> "I like you, Natasha..." I replied after I broke the kiss and stared at her eyes. That was the last straw as I captured her heart.<br/><br/> "Natasha... John..." I acted as if I again realized the situation and became scared. She also realized we were sitting on the floor beside John's unconscious burned body, barely alive.<br/><br/> "I... I'll go now..." She stood up and as she's about to exit the kitchen. I grab her hand and look at her with anxiousness and she immediately looks at my eyes and gives me a comforting smile..<br/><br/> "Don't worry... Trust me..." She says before she continues and leaves me in the kitchen to go somewhere. I wasn't even pretending to be anxious at this point, as I thought if my trick didn't work.<br/><br/> 'If it didn't, I could still escape...' I then remembered my stream. My eyes widened as I turned my head at my phone. It was still streaming and I noticed the viewers were already a million now and it kept increasing every second. There were all kinds of comments like how crazy this is. I click my tongue and turn the stream off.<br/><br/> I then glanced at the backdoor exit and decided to escape. I began to run away and I took a taxi to immediately go to my house to pack. I began to calculate everything in my mind.<br/><br/> I think the savings in my bank is enough if I were to move from here. I paid the taxi driver and entered my house. I immediately began to pack my things until it was all done, and I exited my house. Only to realize that my house was surrounded by police pointing their guns at me.<br/><br/> I immediately knew that this was over. "Drop down!" A police officer shouts and I knelt on the ground and raise my hands in the air in surrender. 'It's over...' That thought crept my mind.<br/><br/> .<br/><br/> ..<br/><br/> ...<br/><br/> "Mort, it's milk time." Marianne's soft voice interrupted my flashback and I was lifted off my crib and carried by Marianne as she began to feed my baby body. My attention was now focused on sucking her nipples, not even minding it anymore.<br/><br/> 'Hmph! I'll think of it later, for now let's focus on these right now...' I thought as I focused my attention on sucking all the milk in this woman...<br/><br/> •••••••••••••<br/><br/> Please like, add this to your library, and give vote/ powerstone<br/><br/> Warning:<br/><br/> •Pictures are not mine, unless I tell its mine(btw you can see it in the paragraph comment section{Webnovel)<br/><br/> •Many wrong grammar<br/><br/> •May have been pronoun problem<br/><br/> •May have some typo</p>