Chapter 92: Proud Father

"You feel better now, Pharaoh?" Asked Emma lightly while gently patting Pharaoh's back.

"Yeah." Replied Pharaoh quietly as he nodded while resting his head on Emma's shoulder, inhaling her womanly scent, which helped calm and arouse him.

"That's good; then, could you please release me or at least ease the hug a little? My back's been hurting for the past few minutes, and I don't think my spine will last much longer." Remarked Emma with a nod while sporting a pained expression as she looked down at Pharaoh, who slightly eased the hug, causing her to sigh in relief.

"Thank you, and could you also fix your crotch? You've been poking my stomach for the last minute, and I know I teased your earlier, but other than giving men private dances, I've never done anything further." Added Emma with a flattered, awkward, and slightly uncomfortable expression as she felt Pharaoh's dick poking her stomach through his pants, causing him to slightly blush in embarrassment.

"S-Sorry." Said Pharaoh as he reached down with one hand and fixed his crotch, he was still erect, but at least now it was no longer poking Emma's stomach.

After that little conversation, we descended back into silence; Emma's presence was working wonders on my psyche. I knew she was probably using this chance to deepen our relationship so she could subtly manipulate me, and despite knowing so, there wasn't much I could do. I was mentally vulnerable, and Emma just so happened to be here; it's not like she purposely put me in this situation; besides, I knew her well enough that she wasn't interested in a short-term relationship but a long-term one, so I knew nothing bad would come out of this; annoyance, probably, but not anything terrible.

I wouldn't be surprised if, in the future, she asks me to do something for her while bringing this memory up, and as annoying as it'll probably be, I'll end up doing it; the only good thing about this is she won't ask me to do things I wasn't comfortable with.

'Haa, what an unfortunate circumstance.' Mused Pharaoh lightly as he glanced at Emma, who flashed him a gentle smile, causing him to sigh inwardly.

Although I knew I was probably correct, I couldn't really be angry with her, and I suppose that just goes to show how good she is at manipulating; I know she's doing it, and I know how she's doing it, yet I couldn't even bring myself to be angry with her, slightly peeved, yes, but nothing more.

Sighing to myself once more, I decided to forget about the fact I was hugging a manipulator and just enjoyed her soothing presence, though eventually, I began to remember I was on a time limit.

"Emma, how long has it been since I've arrived?" Asked Pharaoh as he looked up at her face, which looked slightly more beautiful than usual in his eyes.

"About twenty minutes; that reminds me, you're in a hurry, right?" Replied Emma as she gave Pharaoh a curious look, to which he responded by nodding.

"Yes; I had said I was masturbating in the bathroom, and twenty minutes is quite a long time." Remarked Pharaoh as he reluctantly released Emma from the hug and stood upright before her, looking at her shirt, which was soaked in his tears and snot.

"Ah, sorry about your shirt." Added Pharaoh lightly while Emma shook her head and dismissively waved her hand.

"It's fine, much better than the alternative; besides, I believe you've got something much more to apologize for." Said Emma with a slight frown as she lifted up her broken arm, her forearm bent in ways that shouldn't be bent.

"I-I did that?" Asked Pharaoh in slight surprise as he eyed Emma's broken arm.

"Yeah, snapped my arm like it was a twig despite being in my diamond form." Remarked Emma with a nod as she winced in pain while lowering her arm, garnering Pharoah's pity.

"Haa, sorry." Replied Pharaoh as he lowered his head, prompting Emma to faintly smirk and lift his head with her finger.

"It's fine, I know a mutant; now go finish what you came here for; he's been lying there motionlessly on the ground for the past few minutes." Said Emma lightly as she gestured to the mohawk man who was secretly trying to melt his handcuffs, though it was proving futile.

Glancing at the man, all the anger I had released came flooding back like a tsunami, though unlike before, I was much calmer in the head; I wasn't worried about lashing out, not anymore. Nodding to Emma, I approached the man, and he must've heard my footsteps as he glanced at me, only to try to stand up and flee quickly, though he didn't even get onto his two feet before I once again grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

Glaring at him, I stared right into his eyes and squeezed his neck, suffocating him while ignoring his pleas and cries for help; watching him slowly lose consciousness, I gritted my teeth before releasing my hand, dropping him to the ground as he gasped for air. I wanted to kill him not only to avenge my Dad but to ensure he never killed someone again, yet a part of myself was telling me not to.

Even if I killed him, I wouldn't get my Dad back; nothing I did would allow my Dad to come back to life, and killing him wouldn't bring any form of satisfaction; after all, Dad was already dead. Besides, by killing him, I'd only be preventing, not fixing, the problem; if I was creating something and some of my creations were broken, throwing them away before they were shipped wouldn't be fixing the problem; it would only be preventing it. If I wished to fix the problem, I needed to change the broken creation until it worked. Only then could I claim I had fixed the problem.

To top it all off, Dad wouldn't have liked this; he wouldn't have been angry with me, but he would've given me one of those disappointed looks. Not because I killed him but because I didn't at least give him the chance to make amends for his previous actions, which was something I also lived by.

"Dammit, Dad! Would you have done the same if it was me? Would you!?" Yelled Pharaoh angrily to the ceiling as he looked through the hundreds of layers of walls before staring at the sunny sky while clenching his fist.

Despite staring at the sky, an answer never came; slamming my fist against the wall, I glared back at the man lying on the ground. Just like my Dad, I wasn't fond of taking another's life, and if possible, I'd choose not to. To this day, the only people I've killed were the three who shot at Sara; however, that situation was different from this one.

Screaming in anger, I once again approached the man before reaching down and grabbing him by the throat, though unlike previously, it wasn't nearly as tight.

"Despite every fiber of my being wanting to kill you, I'll let you live; however, if I ever hear you do something I deem wrong, I'll fly to wherever you are and rip your body in half with my bare fucking hands. Understand me!" Declared Pharaoh as he clenched his teeth and glared at the mohawk man, who rapidly nodded amidst his intense fear.

Grunting angrily, I tossed him toward the door before glancing at Emma.

"I don't care what job, but give him one. He'll become a productive member of society whether he likes it or not." Said Pharaoh as he pointed at the man, constantly opening and clenching his hand.

"Well, aren't you lucky? I was planning to run tests on you, but never mind." Said Emma with a nod as she glanced at the man before opening the door, only for the two large, idiotic men to be flanking the sides.

"You two take him away; I'll deal with him later." Ordered Emma, prompting the two men to grab the mohawk man before leaving the room and taking him back to his cell.

Watching him vanish, I sighed to myself and rubbed my face; even now, I was tempted to go back on my word and kill him; all he needed to do was say something stupid, and I wouldn't have hesitated, yet things, unfortunately, didn't play out like that.

"You think I should've killed him, Emma?" Asked Pharaoh as he lifted his head and glanced at Emma, who approached him.

"Don't know, I'm not in your shoes; however, when I found out my Brother killed my Father, despite all the hatred I had for him, I didn't feel happy as killing him didn't change the past." Replied Emma lightly with a frown as she thought back to her father before shaking her head, forgetting about it.

Sighing to myself, I walked past Emma and left the room; I needed to go home. I was pushing my time limit, and I was mentally exhausted; I just wanted to spend the rest of the day by Mom's side. While walking down the hall, I spotted a janitor; he was an old man with white hair and a slightly hunched back. I didn't pay him much mind other than floating over the spot where he was mopping. However, while doing so, I felt him grab my shoulder, causing me to give him a weird look.

"Your Dad's really proud of you, Pharaoh." Said the older man with a friendly smile as he grabbed Pharaoh's shoulder.

"Haa, thanks, Mr. Lee." Remarked Pharaoh with an appreciative smile while glancing at his nametag; he nodded before resuming forward, only to instantly widen his eyes and turn around the moment he set his foot back on the ground.

Looking behind me, to my surprise, that old janitor was gone; not only that, his mop and bucket were also gone; even the floor was completely dry; it was like he was never there in the first place.

"E-Emma, did you see that janitor?" Asked Pharaoh in confusion as he pointed at the spot right to Emma's left.

"Janitor? No, there is no janitor at this level; everything is cleaned using robots; what are you talking about?" Questioned Emma as she looked at the spot Pharaoh was pointing at before shaking her head and giving him a confused look.

"N-No janitors?" Muttered Pharaoh as he grabbed his head in confusion before sighing.

'Haa, I must be hallucinating or something; hopefully, Emma didn't fuck around with my mind too much.' Thought Pharaoh as he shook his head and forgot about the entire interaction with the janitor.

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Was that justice that prevailed, or was it Injustice? Only time will tell, though; it seems like even from beyond the grave, James is proud of Pharaoh. (Power stone anyone?)