The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

Hunter with the purple hair reached for her waist and pulled out a footlong dagger. She threw it towards him. It landed an inch away from his foot. The point dug into the hard concrete as if it had pierced an apple.

Alex wondered if it were a lucky throw, or if she was just that good. He wondered how they all managed to pull out weapons from their waists when there was no visible bulge. He reached down and pulled the dagger. It slipped out of the hard concrete as if it were butter. The grip was wrapped in leather. With a white faceted pommel, the blade was curved like a scimitar, the edges sharp and glistening.

Solid and heavy but not too heavy, it felt good in his hand. It felt dependable.

But he had no idea how to use it. Much like most normal children, Alex hadn’t attended fencing lessons growing up. The closest he’d come to using any sort of weapon was playing darts. He was decent at that too.

Deciding it was his best hope, Alex held the dagger much like you would hold a dart. Closing his right eye, he aimed for Mark’s chest. There was something about the dagger. While it felt sturdy, strong and heavy, it flew through the air as it were fitted with small propulsion rockets.

It was a good throw. The dagger sped towards Mark. The aim true, it would have looked wonderful, the leather grip sticking out of his chest. But Mark deflected it easily with his sword. And then he charged. Once more, he was a blur. His movement was so fast. The two swords whizzed about in front of Alex. The sharp edges sliced away. Mark took a step back, satisfied.

Alex could feel the blood seeping out of his body, from his chest, face and arms. It didn’t hurt much. There was some pain, a dull ache from every cut. He suddenly felt tired, drowsy, cold… his body weighed a ton. Alex noticed his t-shirt covered in blood as he dropped to his knees.

His body tilted and he slumped against the ground. His eyelids weighed heavy, but Alex was determined to keep them open. He feared what would follow if he closed them, he feared the incoming darkness. The life in him, the warmth, it continued to drain out. So did the willingness to keep his eyes open.

Alex closed them to embrace the darkness and the end it brought.

Chapter 14

 

 

 

It was another moment of déjà vu.

Alex shielded his eyes from the light shining in through the large glass panel. His sight weak, he stared at his surroundings. He took in the chair stuffed with clothes, the beige wardrobe with the single full-length mirror, the flat screen television attached to the wall. It was his bedroom.

It couldn’t have been another dream, could it? A dream within a dream? He pulled the blanket away and stared down at his body. His arms and chest bore no signs of damage. The skin was smooth and free of any scars.

And bigger.

Where in the past his arms were skinny, his chest lean, his ribcages exposed, his elbows and knees more pronounced, now they were covered with meat. He’d gained weight, but in a good way. Like a slightly overweight person after two months of regular training. Even his skin colour, although not tanned, had lost the sickly paleness.

Alex jumped out of bed and stood in front of the floor length mirror of his wardrobe. He was taller too…

The door to his room parted. Jessica stood in the gap wearing a grey oversized top, her smooth tanned legs bare. She looked both cute and sexy as she took in his naked form. And then Alex realised that he was naked.

Normally, he would have hurtled onto the bed and hid under the duvet. But Alex did not feel shame. Or, he felt less shame. Jessica had already seen him naked before, when he was much bonier and paler.

He wondered if she noted the change in his body, or if she was fully consumed by his enormous cock. Her eyes were fully fixed onto it.

“Hey,” Alex waved at her.

Jessica’s cheeks reddened as her eyes met his. “How uh- are you feeling better?” she asked quickly.

Alex nodded. For someone who’d bled out after being slashed with by swords, he felt remarkably well. “Did Karen bring me here?”

“The really tall and pretty girl?” Jessica’s cheeks reddened even more as she spoke quickly. “She carried you in and uh… she put you in bed and stripped you and…” Jessica’s eyes trawled down to his cock.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“She uh… she sucked your cock…”

“She did what now?”

“She uh… she made me suck on it too,” Jessica stared down at her feet. “It was a little bit weird, but kind of nice too…”

Alex stared at her, completely lost for words. His brain tried to process the events and make sense of it. His unconscious body, possibly covered in blood. Karen carrying him in her arms, placing him on the bed… then stripping his clothes and sucking on his cock? Making Jessica do the same?

“Why? Why would you- just… what the fuck? Why would you do that?”

The intensity in his voice caused Jessica to shudder. As their eyes met, the hazy look she’d been sporting the past couple of days vanished. “I don’t know,” she said softly, a hint of fear now in her eyes. “There’s something about your friend… when she’s around, it’s like I lose my-”

Jessica stopped talking and peeled her head back. She stared down the corridor. Alex didn’t recall hearing the front door open, but he did hear it shut. His bedroom door opened fully as Karen walked in.

Fucks sake, Alex thought. It was hard to be angry at the woman when she