Chapter 2

"Debbie Homings, nice to meet you. And you are?"

"Lester Gibe, nice to meet you too."

Debbie Homings was pretty much the average 17 year old. With a golden brown tan, fine facial features, shoulder length hair and a body that was rather developed for her age, she looked stunning for her age. But she was currently dressed in a singlet and shorts that clung to her skin as she was drenched to the skin with sweat. That definitely made her seem less appealing. She wiped a bead of perspiration from her forehead and downed a whole bottle of mineral water in a matter of seconds.

"Yes? How may I help you?"

"Er well, like I've said, I'm Lester Gibe and I'm here to offer you an- I mean several advertising opportunities. I'm from Lancer Advertising Groups and quite a number of companies have contacted us to have you advertise for them. There's coke...Erm Macdonalds...Nike...And yeah, the list goes on. So? You think you've got time to spare for a cup of coffee while discussing your bright future?" Lester enquired, eyes gleaming and grinning like an idiot.

"Well-"

"Debbie! What are you doing over there? Prize presentation's starting soon!"

"Oh ok, coming! I'm so sorry Mr. Gibe but as you can see, I've got other matters to attend to at the moment."

"Certainly. No problem. I can wait. Er, at the stands yeah."

Debbie was running towards the podium as the commentator announced the results.

"And now, presenting to you, the champion and new record holder for this year's Annual Gotham Cross Country Competition, give a hand for Debbie Homings!"

Applause resounded across the whole stadium accompanied by loud cheering and a few cries of ecstasy. Debbie stood on top of the podium, fist wrapped tightly around the handle of her trophy, sides of her mouth slanted upwards to the extreme, forming a megawatt smile.

The uproar soon died down as people shuffled out of the stadium.

"Hello again Miss Homings. So shall we continue where we left off?"

"Yeah sure-"

She stopped instantly as someone caught her eye.

Si Heng! Great!

"I'm so sorry but I'm sort of busy suddenly. Bye!"

Debbie grabbed her bag and trophy and ran after the boy that was currently exiting the stadium.

"Si Heng! Wait up!"

"Huh- Oh hi Debbie! You did great! I was watching you and you were amazing!"

Debbie's heart skipped a beat and she blushed.

"Wow thanks. You're great too! Lunch?"

"Sure. Where do you want to go?"

"Anything as long as you're happy- I mean anywhere you like!"

Stupid hormonal activity! Don't ruin this! It's like the first time eating with just the two of us! Focus!

"Haha ok. Italian for you?"

"Fine by me."

The lens above them focused. And the optical fibres paved the way for the information until it was transferred via a wireless network. Ten miles away, green words appeared on the monitor of a computer.

Media feed received at 11.47 am.

Location: Gotham Contemporary Stadium

*

"Erm Mr. Guard? Could you come over? Aunt Pamela says she has something to show you." the boy said with a fake smile plastered across his face, voice several pitches higher than before.

"Huh? Uh sure."

The guard walked towards the table and the boy started to rub his hands together.

"Brrr...It's certainly freezing in here. Mr. Guard? Could you just clasp my hands? To make them warmer?" the boy asked.

"Go on Peter. Then I can show you," Pamela said.

The guard smiled then put the boys hands in his and breathed on them.

"That better?"

"Thank you!"

"Now now Peter...Don't you think it's getting a little hot in here?" Pamela asked, giving a little pout.

"What? Uh yeah maybe. Come to think of it...It really is hot." the guard said.

Impossible...The air-conditioners here are much stronger than normal air-conditioners...It's like...14 degrees Celsius...Why am I feeling so warm suddenly?

Suddenly, the guard found himself unable to keep his eyes off Pamela.

What a tight ass...Smooth skin...Those thighs so juicy...And the chest...Enormous...

"That would be enough Peter. No need to look at me now when you can look as much as you want later?" Pamela said in a seductive voice, batting her eyelashes suggestively.

The guard's lips were dry. He could only just look, look and look.

"Now now listen carefully...You will attempt to rape me when I give you the cue. When you hear the word "lecher".-

Rape? Wonderful...I would love to rape you Pamela...

-And then you will punch the boy when he tries to stop you. Then you will point your gun at the boy but you will not shoot. You fill pretend that there are no bullets and reload. Then, you point your gun at the boy again. When the other guards come in, you will shoot one of them. You will also shoot all the security cameras. Got it?" Pamela instructed.

"Yes..." the guard droned.

"Good...Follow my instructions and then I will fulfill your sexual desires. But first, you will now listen to my sad story, pretend to comfort me and then look lecherously at me. All instructions after I give "Begin" don't count. Begin." Pamela continued.

Finally...Sex with Pamela...

The boy smiled. Pamela was good. He started acting out his part. He looked down, expression downcast.

"I...I really have no other person to confide in Peter. This...This boy here is my only living relation...He came to told me...My parents...Are d...dead...Oh this is so dreadful...Oh Peter..." Pamela lamented, face in her hands with tears streaming down.

"Death is inevitable Pamela. Come on now...Don't be sad. We all have to move on, " the guard said with a concerned expression as he slid his arm around Pamela's waist, a lecherous look on his face.

"Peter...Thank you...But-Hey! Let go of me! Let go of me you lecher!"

"Oh no Pamela...I'm going to take you here and now...And I won't stop until you're screaming in pain and begging me to stop."

"Oh my god, no! Let go of me!"

Pamela pushed the guard away but to no avail. The boy looked horrified.

My turn now. Now now...What should I use to attempt to stop this pathetic creature...Coup de pied then...The circular kick...Ok position...

And the boy's leg struck out and slammed into the guard's side. The guard was thrown sideways by the impact and slammed into a wall.

"You will not treat Aunt Pamela this way!" the boy shouted.

"Go! Go get help!" Pamela screamed.

The guard turned and stood up. Who dared to interrupt his sex session with Pamela...He took out his pistol from the holster and aimed it at the boy. He tried to shoot but somehow he couldn't.

Must be out of bullets. Never mind...I'll reload and destroy the only living witness...Haha...Then I can rape Pamela in peace...

He reloaded and then fingered his pistol as the boy frantically knocked on the door leading outside. The guard raised his pistol, about to shoot at the boy when three armed guards burst into the room. The guard fired repeatedly and so did the other three. And the result was four dead guards lying on the floor and a few pieces of scrap metal that were once state-of-the-art security cameras.

Pamela surveyed the debris in front of her. Simply perfect.

"All done. Now what? I can't just escape. They'll know I ran away."

"Not unless you're dead with the guards," the boy replied.

"And how do you propose I die without actually dying?"

"You're the expert in this field Pamela, you should know...Plant extracts can induce death-like states in humans..."

"Yes, but you would need a very strong poison...And it's antidote...Proportions must be specific...But the components would be in different plants...Some man-made even...The cocktail would be impossible to concoct...The different genetics in the plants and components of man-made chemicals will mess up the proportions. Very unpredictable...It's impossible...Unless..."

"I cross-breed. I have a degree in Botany like you Pamela. Not only that, but also in Plant genetics, Biochemistry and Linguistics."

"Genetically-modified plants...Interesting...I never thought of that...But you must be only...15 or 16...Your intellect is far too great for your age..."

"That I'll explain in due time. But first, this serum. It'll make you look as if you had an heart attack and died. I'll then collect you at the morgue."

"How can I trust you?"

"You'll have to."

Pamela was doubtful but she had no other viable options at the moment.

"Very well. I'll see you in the morgue then."

"And I'll go report your death as well as the four other guards'."

Pamela drank the serum and collapsed soon after.

The boy adjusted Pamela's body position. He looked at the guards' bodies and his eyes burned with hatred.

This is only the beginning. Only the beginning...You have no idea what I have in store for you...It'll certainly be interesting...Si Heng and Debbie.