Crazy Seduction(erotica)

He felt Xiong withdrawing, and through the magic in him, he picked up snippets of a conversation Xiong was having with all of the other Glass People. The volume was a bit overwhelming as there were so many voices, and they were upset. They seemed to be talking about making him a Glass Person because of his injuries. To save him. Xiong was trying to tell them it wouldn’t work as he’d already been subjected to the same energies, and he wasn’t glass now.

Henry was beginning to get seriously worried. How badly was he hurt? He felt someone close by and reached out to the mind. It was one of the Silver People.

It physically touched him, and he linked minds with the young female. Concepts and perceptions were flowing through their link. She was sad. She’d heard he was the hero who’d saved all of the people on this planet and many on Earth. He imagined looking through her eyes at him, and she allowed it.

He saw his Human glamor, and he looked no worse for wear. That was a relief. He dropped the glamor.

It took every bit of willpower to contain his screams. He was a scorched thing, that if it weren’t for the untouched ram’s horns and hooves, he wouldn’t have recognized as himself. His eyes were gone, and his ears were stubs. His face held a rictus grin as his lips had melted away. How was he even alive!

Some of his terror must have leaked out as Xiong returned immediately and sent the young silver being from the room.

“I’m sorry, Henry. We cannot heal you. We don’t have the power to do it.”

Henry pushed his mind until he could make himself understood. “You’re wielders. I can pull in the healing power if you have a doctor amongst the Glass People who can use that power to heal me.”

Xiong was stunned that Henry was able to make his brain communicate in his current state. His mind came through strong and clear though his body was burnt and melted so severely. “We have a doctor, but she indicates this is beyond her ability.”

Henry croaked in frustration. All this power, and he had no mean to use it!

He faded, and darkness swallowed him.

Time passed.

He wasn’t sure how much, as he was floating in utter silence and a black darker than he imagined space would be. Thinking about space made him realize he was thinking, and that had to be a good thing. He just needed to get back to his body… or what was left of it. He needed to go home!

“Not ready to die yet?”

The cold and ancient voice echoed out of the blackness. He immediately recognized it.

“Baba!”

“You could just give up. It would be so simple, and you would suffer no more pain. This life has given you so much of it. Just let go.” Her tone was… wistful? He’d never heard her sound like that before, and he immediately became suspicious.

Henry paused. Why was she saying this? He allowed himself to believe she wanted him to do it for the briefest moment, but his mind rejected that violently.

“My Baba didn’t raise a quitter,” he growled.

There was a pause. “Then don’t,” she said before fading away.

He might have imagined it, but he was sure he heard pride in her words.

He needed to live. He had people out there depending on him, people he loved. He had… a child coming. A child he would not leave fatherless as he’d been.

To join his loved ones again, he needed to get out of this hole, to stop sinking. He reached out with his mind for contact and felt the lightest touch… that way!

Moving in the direction of the mind he’d touched took such a colossal effort when everything was telling him to just give in.

Baba’s final words drove him onward.

She gave him the impression that she was confident that death was just another routine event, something easily circumvented. Maybe for her, it was. He didn’t know what it must be like, living so long. All he could do was try to emulate her attitude and push onwards like it was nothing special. Just something to be beaten back, conquered, and set aside. He ignored the lethargy, the inertia, the weariness, and most significant, the pain. He would live because his will said he would.

The darkness began to lighten until all was white.

As he surfaced again, he felt two minds close by.

“He’s back!” That was Xiong’s astonished voice. Henry picked up relief in it as well. “Quickly, you must proceed while we have him!”

“I’ve never done this before. No one has!” a female voice argued.

“We owe him more than can be expressed. We almost lost him, and he will not survive much longer in this state. We must make an attempt.”

Henry suddenly felt a fire in his mind and realized he couldn’t move to avoid it.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Xiong, hold the tear very still. I’m inserting the crystalline ganglion between the hemispheres.”

Ice pierced the fire in his mind, and Henry screamed mentally.

“I’m almost at my end, Dr. Hiagawa,” Xiong said as his voice faded.

Blindly, Henry forced a stiffened arm to press his blackened hand against Xiong’s side. He pushed some of his excess energy into the glass being.

“AH,” Xiong cried out mentally, immediately feeling replenished. Henry contained so much energy.

“The connections are made. He has the tools, but it will be up to him to learn how to use them,” the doctor stated as she pulled back then immediately left. Xiong allowed the microtear to seal.

“Henry, we’ve given you the means to control the magic with your will. It’s from one of the Glass People from Kuwait who didn’t make it. We harvested a section of his brain that we now know controls the use of magic for us. We’ve never implanted such an organ into another being. While it should work, this is something new to us. Please try.”

Henry desperately reached for the healing power, but he was on the wrong planet.

“Earth!” he gasped and flashed an image of the northern lights to Xiong. The glass being, powered by Henry, opened a tear in the sky in Earth’s northern hemisphere. Henry reached for his daughter and found only a wisp of her but drew on it until he felt her sleeping presence. In his mind, he kissed her cheek and pulled on the healing magic. It flooded into the room over Xiong and bathed Henry’s body in its soothing green light.

Henry was terrified by what he was going to do next. He wasn’t a doctor by any stretch of the imagination. He was going to have to replace all the burnt tissue by peeling it away and building new. Not only from his surface but internally, as his tongue, throat, and lungs were damaged, as well. His old nerves were gone, but he had no idea how much this would hurt when the growth began. He wasn’t a wielder, but he knew he had the required willpower. That wouldn’t help him if he was unconscious. Thinking about it some more, he realized that while he wasn’t a wielder, he was a programmer. Couldn’t a program be a kind of spell?

He wrote code in his mind to purge the dead tissues and grow new cells. Everything damaged would be replaced. His body already knew how to do that, but he was going to accelerate the process. Then he wrapped the core instructions with a self-powered instruction set to maintain the spell until he was healed. He linked the finished code-spell to the healing magic and powered the program with the energy contained in his healthy, magic-saturated cells. Finally, he embedded it with his will to make it run independently of his conscious mind. The final construct felt like a living thing, eager to act. Its final commands would release the healing magic and feed Xiong some of his unused energy. He was ready. He turned his mind outwards to his caregiver.

“Xiong, when this is over, whatever my state, please put me back in Washington. Someplace they can find me.”

“Yes, my friend. Good luck.”

Henry activated his program and immediately choked in agony as the green light covering him flared and his crispy blackened skin came off all at once. He coughed as his body purged chunks of his tongue, the scorched lung tissue, and the burns in his chest and throat.

The burnt surfaces of his muscles came off next. Henry had no eyes to roll back as his consciousness fled, but they soon began to regrow as well. He missed witnessing the muscle tissue growing new cells. Blood vessels, nerves, tendons, ligaments, anything damaged in the blast of current was removed and regrown.

His skin grew back smooth and unblemished, his hair returned, including his lashes and eyebrows. His lower half was no longer naked as his fur returned, dense and curly. The green light covering Henry’s body glowed brighter and brighter until it popped in a flash, and the glow went out.

Xiong felt a surge of energy as he watched Henry in shock. The man was breathing. He didn’t understand how he could come back from such life-threatening injuries, but he was glad he had. Still, he’d never seen anything like that, and… it frightened him.

He called out for assistance. As he did, Henry’s glamor reset, and he looked human once more, but his clothes were missing.

“We have no clothes to give him,” one from the arriving group said as she felt Xiong’s concern.

Xiong had no choice but to send Henry back as he was. He opened a small tear and looked for a suitable place where agents weren’t currently searching. He spotted a cluster of bushes a short distance from the Capitol Building. The assisting Glass People lifted and moved Henry from the spot where the burnt skin and hair remained. Xiong pointed to a clear spot on the floor. “I will drop him through here.” They set him down.