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Author's note
As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.
This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, many chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.
All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.
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Their disguises and false credentials had been less convincing than they'd hoped. But, nonetheless, getting past the entrance had still been easy.
With a few flicks of her fingers, Veronica had disarmed the guards. Their guns simply slipped out of their hands and went flying across the fenced-in parking lot. Meanwhile, her brother slipped past the guards and into the booth, resumed physical form, and fumbled about for a bit before figuring out how to raise the gate for her.
Even once they'd made their way into the building and found another wave of guards awaiting them, things went more or less according to plan.
Her brother had avoided most of the gunfire by hopping around in shadow form. A few times, Veronica noticed him turning their bullets into dust before they could cover the short distance between him and the barrels of the guns. For her part, Veronica disarmed a few guards before they managed to get a shot off, and generally had little trouble stop the paths of whatever bullets her adversaries succeeded in firing at her.
She did suffer one gunshot wound, but it hadn't taken Nick but a moment to figure out how to use his powers to heal her. Nor, he claimed, had it taken much energy. She feared that might have been because the bullet had only grazed her, but either way, this was all proving much easier than either of them had feared.
"I could have done that," she said, looking down at both him and the gash in her leather pants, a faint smile on her lips.
Yes, leather pants.
Once they realized that blending in wasn't going to work, they'd gone all Neo and Trinity after all. And Veronica didn't care how cheesy that was.
"I know," he said, kissing the little patch of exposed flesh.
Veronica ruffled his hair. She should have been pumped up on adrenaline. Or thinking about whether it was worth chancing the elevators or if they'd be better off taking the stairs. But all she could think about was how adorable her brother was.
When they reached the main lobby, though, everything changed.
It didn't play out anything like the famous lobby scene from the movie, however similar the tiled floor and marble columns made the setting look.
The mortal guards proved little enough of an obstacle, sure. As before, she and her brother did their best to neutralize the threats without hurting anyone. Of course, for all Veronica knew, they were complete assholes. Misogynistic jerks, controlling fathers, and abusive husbands. But they could just as easily have been decent folk. Best to avoid harming them, if possible. And, so far, it had proved easy enough to do so.
Until the Bravos showed up.
She knew who they were the moment they stepped out of the elevator. She knew it by the way they carried themselves. No one else would have waded into a combat zone so calmly, or watch so disinterestedly as the security team emptied clips of ammo at two leather-clad intruders without ever connecting. She also knew it by the way they looked. They had bronze skin and brown hair. Neither was very tall. And they had their father's facial features, though each was a bit more handsome than the king.
Even without the dark shades, earpieces, and stiff movements, they looked like Agents.
If only they actually had been. They might have been easier to deal with.
One immediately transformed into some nightmarish beast that was part man and part lion. Like the CGI beasts in werewolf movies, only bigger, badder, and with an awesome gold-brown mane. His gaping maw was large enough to swallow a man's head hole and his massive paws looked fit for use against tanks, particularly since his claws looked sharp enough and strong enough to cut through steel.
The other carried a pair of swords that he handled so skillfully that Veronica would never be able to watch another martial arts movie again. They spun about him in a silver blur, filling the oversized lobby with echoes of the soft whisk of their passage.
Veronica's knives and axes sank right into the thick hide of the first Bravo. If Liono even noticed the rivers of blood pouring out of the wounds she opened up, he didn't let it show. He just kept bounding around the room, chasing after Nick's shadow.
The other one deflected her knives and axes as easily as a professional baseball player might connect with slow balls tossed at him by a high school softball pitcher. His blades moved faster than she could comprehend, and they never missed their mark.
Not. One. Damn. Time.
Veronica was just starting to panic when one of Nick's shadow scythes sliced an arm off the lion-thing. Unlike the dozen or so knives and axes that she'd sunk into him,
that
, he noticed. He drew up to his full height, stared down at the stump and the blood pumping out of it, and roared in anger.
Nick approached him in bodily form. Her brother had his hands outstretched, and if she wasn't mistaken, he was about to try to heal him!
What the hell was he thinking?
Yes, they needed to take them alive. But they'd have a much easier time of that if they subdued them first. Did Nick think he could just pluck the proverbial thorn from the lion's paw and tame the beast?
Before she could say anything, though, the other Bravo slipped up behind Nick and cut his legs out from under him.
Literally.
It took Veronica a moment to realize it had happened. Her brother's legs were still planted firmly on the ground, gushing blood, when the rest of him fell flat on his back. Nick was apparently too stunned to scream. He just stared at the empty space where his legs should have been, face contorted into a hideous rictus.
Veronica tossed all her remaining weapons at the man who'd crippled her brother. He glanced over his shoulder in time to see them coming and rolled to the side. But a few connected, sinking deep into his left thigh and calf.
Then, to her surprise, the Bravo boys chose to retreat.
The swordsman clambered back to his feet, scurried over to his brother, and dragged him into the elevator. He stared venomously at Veronica as the silvery doors closed.
A small army of men in riot gear poured into the lobby, assault rifles at the ready.
She wanted to scream in rage. It was all happening so fast. They'd failed to take any Bravos hostage. Her brother was bleeding out, his face turning paler and paler. She was out of weapons. And they were surrounded.
She didn't need steel to get the job done though.
Before the stunned guards could react, Veronica pulled the ceiling down. The second floor collapsed, caving in on them.
The slab of concrete that fell on her nearly knocked Veronica out, even though she'd wrapped herself in a protective bubble and numbed her tactile senses. It wasn't so easy to climb out from under afterwards, either.
But, with some help from her newfound talent for telekinesis, she did just that. And then set about sorting through the piles of rubble, looking for her brother.
Pained moans broke through here and there, but none of them sounded like Nick. She wasn't sure how the guards had survived that, and wondered if she maybe owed it to them to put them out of their misery, but she kept on searching. Nick was all that mattered.
Finally, she caught her brother's voice.
The wreckage came away slowly. Too slowly. A sense of panic built up within her. She'd wasted too much time getting to him as it was. But finally, she dug him out.
His legs looked horrible.
So long as he got through this okay, he should be able to grow them back. But if she didn't hurry, there'd be no guarantee of that. They were likely to get infected. And he'd lost
a lot
of blood. She found it hard to breathe as she cauterized the wounds and wrapped them in bandages. The fact that they were stained brick red before she was even finished applying them wasn't the least bit terrifying.
Once that was done, Veronica got the hell out of there.
With any luck, her grandparents could do more for Nick than she had.
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"Why is your mother wearing that dress? Does she know how big her ass looks in it?"
