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The Silhouette and The Forge
Chapter 44
We embraced one another again, kissing each other furiously. Our mouths locked against one another, my tongue dominating hers in a dance exploring her mouth before with great effort she pushed me back enough to get in a lungful of air.
“Easy Daniel. I know you want me but a girl needs to breathe.” She said in between breaths, face flushed looking up at me barely contained desire.
“Well then how about we take this to the next level,” I said with a mischievous smirk.
She gave me a questioning look but seemed to like where this was going. My hand placed a sealed condom down on the picnic blanket with her staring long and hard at it.
“You want to do it… here?” She looked around the park from atop the hill. “Aren’t you worried someone will catch us or see what we are doing?”
She argued against it, yet I could tell she wanted to do this. If she hadn’t, she would have walked away, leaving me here alone, or just told me no outright.
Instead, it sounded like a halfhearted argument she had with herself.
“No one else is here but us Pam. And why not? Surrounded by nature, no one is stumbling across us. If you don’t want to, it's alright. We can call it a night then.” I was about to get up before her hand was placed against my shoulder pushing me down.
“No!” She said louder and with more force than she intended, wincing when she realized what she had done. “No, I want this.” She said quietly yet her voice couldn’t contain the desire she felt for me.
I quickly discarded my shirt with the two of us kissing one another with me trailing kisses down her neck making her giggle and moan before she joined me in taking her own shirt off. Soon my pants and underwear were put off to the side.
Her gaze was hungry and filled with a deep desire when she saw the muscles across my body. She wasn’t idle during the time I was undressing.
Her green lace bra was unclasped with her slowly taking it off. She knew what she was doing watching me gaze hungrily at her, the bra held in her hands the only thing keeping her chest hidden.
Pamela may not have been used to being around people but she certainly knew how to drag this out while looking more desirable. The temptress that she was finally removed the bra tossing it off to the side.
Her breasts sprang free. They were not obscenely huge nor was she flat-chested. They were round and perky, at least C-cups. Reaching out and grabbing a handful of one my free arm snaked its way across the small of her back pulling her into me.
Her breathing hitched for a moment especially when my friend downstairs poked her leg like a rod of steel. Another passionate kiss turned into a full make-out session, her hands roaming my body moaning into the kiss.
A trail of kisses went down her neck, to her chest, hands kneading the soft mounds making her breathing hot and heavy. Her chest heaved doing wonderful things to her breasts. Licking and biting at the tender flesh she almost yelped when a light nip at her nipple but it died when my mouth met hers again for a kiss.
By this point, she was lying on her back with me atop her. Staring into those green orbs that a man could get lost in with her blood red hair splayed out on the blanket like an ocean of red.
Feeling it was time for more, a mischievous smile formed on my face as she looked wide-eyed yet wanting for more. She didn’t know what I was thinking but she gave me a sultry smile in return.
“What are you up toOoOo~” She was saying before her voice went up an octave before it was cut off mid-sentence when my hand had gone into her shorts.
It wasn’t hard to find it with my fingers rubbing circles around it, occasionally poking and teasing like they were about to make the plunge into the depths. She was warm and wet, her arousal growing the longer it went on.
My hand attached to her breasts reluctantly let go moving down towards her shorts. Unzipping them as she helps take them off showing green lace panties. Sliding them off I was greeted to a trimmed red bush above her slit.
Without a word I slide down facing it before my tongue laps at it making her freeze for a moment, her breathing becoming erratic. Taking the dive her moans grow in intensity to the point she was crying out my name. My tongue explored it, her legs tightened around my head.
“Daniel… Daniel, it feels wonderfuuuuul.” She can’t even speak right with how out of breath she was, panting like a dog.
Her hand was placed against the back of my head pushing me to go further. My tongue stretched to its limits made her gasp before her orgasm climaxed with a cry escaping her lips. Back arched it came out in a warm rush.
Her cries of ecstasy died down as she lay on the blanket panting. Rolling over crawling up next to her we lay there for a moment her panting the only sound besides the wind and occasional insect chirp.
The moon and stars lay above us in a rare moment of the clouds above parting to let the light through.
My member throbbed and ached for release but I didn’t go any further just yet. Taking the edge of the picnic blanket and wiping my face off while doing so Pamela shifted moving from her spot.
About to ask what she was doing only to pause back arching with a warm wetness found itself wrapped around my dick. Breathing getting slightly erratic I look down to see Pamela’s lips wrapped around my cock bobbing up and down.
What made it worse was her eyes bored into my own. She looked at me the entire time slowly going up and down her tongue doing magical things to it. She knew what she was doing staring at me as I tried not to fall apart. Her mouth while sucking me off curved upwards telling me she knew that I liked it.
“Pamela…” I grunted out from one particular lick under the tip that I hadn’t realized was so sensitive, “Damn girl you got to take it easssssyyyy!” I yelped out when she picked up the pace, bobbing furiously.
I couldn’t hold it anymore, a growl escaped my lips as she pulled off with a wet pop before I erupted sending it everywhere. My back arched as I lay back on the blanket only to feel her breasts wrapped around it.
She milked it for all that it was worth me watching her go to town on it with my sperm coating her breasts while she gave me the greatest tit job I have ever experienced in my life.
She smiled down at me confidently. She knew I enjoyed every moment of it, giving her a sense of pride and accomplishment. Her expression changed to one of surprise, feeling it stiffen and get hard again the more she stroked and touched it.
“That’s enough,” I growled out grabbing her by the shoulders as she yelped. Pulling her up to me before I pinned her to the ground smiling down playfully at her.
“You got me all hot and bothered Pam yet no true release yet, and that isn’t very nice. I think we can both agree the appetizers were wonderful,” I said with the two of us knowing what’s coming next and both wanting it badly, “But it’s time for the main course.”
She squirmed under me excitedly, each breath long and drawn out, eyes half lidded like she was begging for me to get started already.
Taking my time unwrapping the condom before it slid on like a second skin. Hands placed beside Pamela’s head legs spread apart for me with my lucky friend down below angled just right to spear into her depths.
Adjusting it just a little to tease her before she had enough grabbed me and pulled me into her. “Don’t be such a tease Daniel and just give it to me already--”
She was silenced when a gasp escaped her. I felt she had been teased enough finally shoving it into her folds.
“Oh God! You're big.” She spat out finally after gritting her teeth, nails digging into my back and shoulder. But it wasn’t necessarily pain from what I could tell. More surprise and mild discomfort.
Discomfort that turned to pleasure when I began pushing in and out. Each thrust into her earned me a gasp or moan of pleasure. “Glad you are,” I grunted and got a moan out of her, nails digging into my back, “Enjoying yourself. You are tight down here Pam. You need to loosen up every now and again.”
Each thrust did amazing things to her boobs as they bounced and swayed from the force of each thrust. Pamela chuckled at my comment.
“Well, I have you now Daniel so go ahead and rock my world.” She said seductively with an undertone of playfulness.
I stopped for a moment thinking it over. “Well since you asked so nicely…”
Pam yelped in surprise when I pulled her up both of us now sitting with me placing her in my lap bouncing her up and down her expression of ecstasy making me feel proud that I have her to myself.
The sound of wet slaps of flesh against flesh on the hill and her whimpering from pleasure did enticing things to both my lust and pride.
“I-I-I’m cumming!” She bit out falling against my chest hugging me with her release flooding below us. She breathed like she had just done a marathon sweat covering her body.
“That was… amazing.” She said airily.
“Oh, you think I am done? That was just the warm-up up Pamela.”
What I just said made her pause head slowly looking up at me wide-eyed mouth agape. In no time at all I was embracing her with my tongue invading and dominating her mouth with me being at full mast yet again.
Something that she felt when it was inserted back into her pounding away. We went like this for a few minutes more before I got an idea wanting to finish this but the same position wasn’t how I wanted to end this night. Pulling out of her with her looking confused for a moment.
“Wha--” She was about to say something but stopped when I pulled both of us to our feet.
Pulling her along before picking her up, hands around her thighs, grabbing handfuls of her glorious cheeks bouncing her on my cock with each piston thrust turning me on when I heard her moans and desperate pleas to keep going.
Walking us over to the tree I pinned her to it nibbling and suckling at her breasts. I take a nipple in my mouth and lightly bite down.
Her head thrust back a hiss leaving her lips with us staying like this for a while. She climaxed again but I didn't let it out just yet. It didn’t feel like it was time.
Putting her down back facing me with her knowing what I wanted to do like she was on the same wavelength as me. She smiled sultrily, hands bracing her against the tree.
Lining up my shot and taking it, earning a grunt out of her for my efforts. Hands wrapped around her torso fondling her breasts that jiggled with each thrust the sound of wet flesh against flesh music to my ears.
“How do you have-- ugh! This much stamina?” Pamela asked, not understanding how I could keep going. Not that she was going to complain.
She enjoyed every bit of this as much as I did. Besides her chest, she had a decent ass. Nothing obscenely big or ridiculous like you would see from the Kardashians, but it was firm and bouncy.
Hypnotizing even. Each time I pounded into her it jiggled like Jell-O. Bringing a hand up, slapping it sent ripples across it like a rock dropped into still water.
The smack could be heard across the hill with Pamela yelping with a red handprint beginning to form on her skin. “Daniel if you smack me again-- Ow! Daniel!”
She sternly said my name yet it held no weight after a particularly strong thrust made her moan in pleasure. “You love it… Eve.”
I give her a nickname since this night will be unforgettable for both of us. Pam is now ruined for other men, and I can brag that I rocked Poison Ivy’s world.
Not that I would brag about this to anyone else simply because I never discuss my sex life with others.
“Eve? Oooh~ Then does that make you Adam?” Her folds tightened up a little yet despite that it was like a nice sheath that wrapped itself snugly around me.
It made me want to just let it all out now but I refused. Not just yet.
“You can call me whatever you want, my temptress. From here on out this is our Garden of Eden.”
At my proclamation Pamela grew wetter, enjoying the role play with it dripping down onto the grass. My face got closer to the back of her head, tongue licking her neck then jawline before it got behind her ear with me giving the earlobe a small playful nibble that made her back shiver in delight.
“It’s about time we finished this Eve before we are forced to leave.”
“How are you going-- Ugh! T-to finish this Adam.”
Her grip on the tree was getting weaker I noted. She was nearing her limit. It was time to end this.
My lips pressed up against her ear. “By making you mine,” I whispered huskily as she pushed further back into me, finding more strength.
“Oh? You better not disappoint me if you wish to make me yours.” She said seductively, tone low head half turned giving me a challenging look.
Growling at her for the audacity to challenge my claim on her. A hand under her thigh hiking her leg up and over my shoulder. My thrusts grew in strength and intensity.
“Oh God! More Daniel, give me more!” She cried out panting like she was in heat.
It finally became too much for me. My cock begged for release and I finally allowed it.
“I-I’m cumming!” Pamela said completely spent.
My cock with one final thrust burst like an overinflated balloon. Cum dripped out of the condom hitting the ground and covering it.
Slowly pulling out of Pamela who by this point needed me to hold her up with her braced against the tree for support. With a wet schlick, my dick was free. Placing a hand on Pamela’s shoulder pulling her into a passionate but mild kiss compared to before.
Pulling away savoring the taste of her lips she smiled tiredly up at me. “We are done for the night, Daniel.”
“I agree. Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked her while helping support her as she walked bow-legged. A hint of pride entered me making me stand up straighter knowing that I did that.
That was of course before I just said screw it and carried her bridal style with her too tired to give any kind of reaction instead just snuggling further into my chest. Before her body was hot, now it was getting cold from the cool night air with her sweat covering her body not helping. Goosebumps began to form on her, making her snuggle and get closer to me.
It didn’t help that her nipples began to poke further out. My eyes were now glued to them with Pamela knowing what I was looking at with me going back to full mast again.
She could feel it rub against her leg and ass cheeks before she slapped my chest playfully. “Down boy. I am not ready for another round.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Who are you and what have you done with Pamela Isley?”
“I am still Pamela Isley and you know it.” She said, trailing her fingers up my bicep looking up at me with a happy but tired expression.
Lying on the blanket beside her staring up at the stars and moon together. “Glad you enjoyed yourself, Pam. Definitely the best night of my life.”
“Me too Daniel. So are we…” She looked over at me, and her hand slowly crept towards mine.
“Together? Yeah, I think it’s safe to say we are. Unless you don’t want to be?” I said, finally tearing my gaze away from the amazing view of the sky to look at her.
“No! I mean yes… or I mean I want to be with you.” She trailed off quietly showing she is still Pamela underneath all that confidence she showed during that round of passionate sex.
“Alright then we are officially a couple. You know… I’m glad I came to Gotham and almost died during that gang war.” My chest felt warm and not just from my body heat. Her hand got closer before I gently grabbed it, rubbing circles with my thumb.
“Daniel--”
“Shhh.” My finger was gently placed against her lips which I just wanted to kiss and show how much I cared for her. “Because if I hadn’t I never would have met you.”
I meant it too. Had it not been for that horrific night I never would have met Pam. Kirk would have become Manbat and gone down a life of crime. If I hadn’t gone through what I did finding myself where I am now Pam and Kirk both would have been in far worse situations.
Thinking about Pam becoming the Poison Ivy that had no issues trying to kill off humanity for the plants… I can’t ever imagine Pam losing her way so badly that she would be willing to commit genocide.
But sometimes the world can kick us hard enough when we are already down to make such things possible in people who otherwise couldn’t bring themselves to take another life even when threatened.
“Even though I don’t think you should have ever gone through something like that Daniel and you especially shouldn’t be grateful for that happening to you… I am thankful you came into my life.”
Her grip got a little stronger as she continued, “I look back on my time with Jason… I should have stood my ground against him. I shouldn’t have let him have his way all those times he mistreated me and others. I especially shouldn’t have let you fight for me against him. Being with you… It makes me want to be better. To try to be the best person I can be.”
Despite the calmness of our surroundings Pamela was getting more emotional as she went on. The regret at staying silent and even defending Jason’s horrific behavior, her inability to say or do anything bothered her.
But it faded away like a bad memory when a person thought of all the good things and enjoyable moments in their life. When she spoke of me, her words once laced with heavy darkness were replaced and filled with warmth and compassion.
“You helped Kirk when he was about to lose it all. You sacrificed your own project to help save him. And I just stayed silent.” She trailed off lost in her own thoughts but was pulled out of them when I let go of her hand and caressed her cheek.
“Pamela, what could you have done?” She stopped and looked at me, my hand gently rubbing her cheek.
“I could have said something.” She said digging her heels in feeling ashamed of herself.
“You did. You told both WoodFlacid,” I ignored the snort of amusement from Pamela and continued like nothing happened, “And the chancellor, that they couldn’t just take Kirk’s lab. You did the only thing you could do in that situation.”
Pamela’s hand gently grabbed my hand with a sad smile on her face. “Which may as well have been nothing.”
“Pamela, it helped far more than you might think that we knew someone else beyond just me and Kirk believed what they were doing was wrong. It made an even bigger point when it was you, Woodrot’s assistant, that spoke up in our defense.”
Knowing this wouldn’t get anywhere with her I shifted the subject to something anyone in life could use so long as they had the drive and willingness to better themselves.
“If this bothers you so much Pam then there is only one thing you can do to make it go away,” She looked at me expectantly, “You need to have faith in yourself to ensure you can get others to listen.”
She merely blinked at my answer. “Uh… what?”
“I guess a better word would be confidence. My point is you need to believe and have faith in yourself especially when you know you’re right and can make a difference. What would you do if you had the means to save the rainforest without harming anyone or anything and everyone wouldn’t listen?”
Pam instead of rolling her eyes or scoffing at the question seemed to take it seriously, falling silent thinking it over.
A long moment passed with both of us enjoying the other's presence embraced together before she broke the silence with an answer.
“I… would make them listen to me.” She at first sounded like she was unsure but quickly changed to someone who believed in what they were saying.
“How?”
“As you said-- confidently. Explain how to save it and what I could do.”
“What if it’s not enough?”
She was caught short but didn’t give up.
“Then I would continue. Keep going and make enough noise until people finally stop and listen to me.” She sounded determined like she would move heaven and earth to make it happen.
My head bobbed up and down in a nod. “Good. Just be careful going too far, Pam. If you push too far or do something too extreme you can poison the well of any goodwill towards you and your ideas.”
She stayed silent, her expression accepting of the advice with the two of us enjoying the moment. It ended all too quickly to my chagrin with the two of us getting our clothes back on.
Gathering up the blanket and the food we walked back to the entrance of the park. I even felt a hint of pride watching Pamela walk a little stiffly her taking notice of my gaze.
She smiled and had a warm expression on her face. We made small talk in the car as I drove her back to her apartment. We talked about things we had for ideas for later projects. I mostly just let her speak of her ideas, adding in my own occasionally.
Giving some advice on what she could do to make the idea more viable or achievable. Things she hadn’t thought of before but realizing now that they could help.
The topic of our tests even got brought up. “So do you think we can pass them?” Pamela asked me, sounding unsure.
It wasn’t because she doubted her own knowledge in the field of botany. She just lacked the confidence that she would make it despite in my opinion being overqualified.
“I know we will. I have the knowledge and experience to ace that test and get my medical degree. You may as well be a veteran botanist Pam. Just like we discussed back in the park you need to have more confidence in yourself.”
“Yeah.”
Next thing we know we were parked in front of her apartment. “Thanks again for the wonderful date, Daniel.”
Before I could say goodbye she smashed her lips into my own. The passionate French kiss ended far too quickly.
She quickly got out and headed to her door. When it closed I just stayed there for a moment savoring the best night of my life.
I managed to get Pamela Isley-- Poison Ivy as my girlfriend. I even managed to rock her world!
“Yes!” I pumped my fist proudly and felt happy for myself.
Things we were looking up for once. This completely undid the sourness of what happened with Wonder Woman.
My thoughts on the way back to my apartment drifted towards future plans and projects. Things like my manufacturing capabilities are getting back to what they were before.
Despite the number the Flash and the rest of the League had done to my drug business it didn’t deter me from rebuilding. It helped that the Engineers were rather affected at rebuilding things quickly enough.
But unlike before the business would be using other basic drugs that weren’t the Fallout kind. Well besides Med-X. Things like a modified strain of cocaine that had nearly no side effects with what it did have being incredibly negligible that it was safe for consumption.
But that didn’t mean I could rest on my laurels. From the looks of things, they wanted to come back and finish what they started. Both the androids and I had gathered the data from fighting Wonder Woman with the simulation room in the workshop helping to bridge the gap for my future forces.
Some issues that would need to be worked out were to ensure they didn’t focus solely on using the simulations to fight foes like Wonder Woman but to use them as a general all around experience and knowledge to combat far stronger enemies.
I could only shake my head that Wonder Woman was holding back that much power the entire time. I had figured she was holding back even with the footage from the androids but it seemed she was holding far more back than I or the Engineers could have anticipated.
Even the Engineers had been caught off guard when the power behind her strikes from the built-in sensors in each android constantly registered a sharp increase in force. The longer that fight had gone on the more and more the power behind her strikes had gone up.
With my perfect memory, I remembered the episodes of the series like I had just watched them.
Wonder Woman in Young Justice should have at least struggled a little bit against the androids considering how she and nearly every other character were nerfed compared to other animated series and especially the comics.
I had no expectations that the machines would have won the fight but at least made her work for it. Instead what I witnessed was a massacre. To be fair I doubted this place would line completely up with the show.
Or it could be the show just never showed the veteran Justice League members going all out. Like that animated fight between Superman and Darkseid from Justice League Unlimited.
They always held back not wanting to hurt innocent people nor kill their villains. As things stand, I still need another means to get them to stay away.
They wouldn’t give the fight up especially when I had some type of weapon or anything dangerous enough that they wouldn’t risk too much collateral damage. Not that I would use it to harm innocent civilians.
I have done horrible evil things. But I am not one to do evil for the sake of evil. Especially something like that. Glancing over at the road I saw a member of the Alliance helping some kids cross the road near a school that had been repaired from the minor damage it had taken.
The man looked intimidating. The kind you get from many unforgiving years on the streets. Yet he looked happy smiling down genuinely at the kids who waved and thanked him for walking beside them.
The city was still recovering from the wounds of that final clash with the old Court. The man sensing my gaze looked up to me, eyes widened in recognition. I had helped the man when he had a bullet lodged in his leg.
Giving him a smile and a small nod made his smile grow that much more when he nodded back.
Off in the distance, different crews worked night and day in shifts getting the city back to working condition. It was no longer just my company but other businesses and wealthy individuals stepping forward helping not just repair the damage but to make it better than what it was before.
The people of the city didn’t know whether to believe the Court was destroyed or if it was still around. But for now, they seemed content.
No.
That isn’t right. More relieved. Relieved that the struggles they endured for so long would be a bad memory forgotten in the dark recesses of their minds. Jobs were cropping up across Gotham with many career criminals seeing a chance at long last to make an honest wage that paid them enough to leave their old ways in the past.
I found myself both grateful that Jaina had heeded my advice. With her in control of the Court, she had made massive changes the instant she had a gathering of what was left of the Court.
Such changes were creating jobs in the city for the lower-income people. It was both a means to help stimulate the economy of the city and to create ways for the criminals of the city to make a living without resorting to crime.
Much like in my old life, I viewed money circulating within the economy of a country not that far off from blood pumping through veins and arteries. You need it to circulate and flow. If it didn’t then anyone could tell you what would happen when it stops moving entirely.
For the crime part… It would help but it wouldn’t completely stop the criminal element. I could get a power that would let me create the perfect system with no flaws of any kind. It would still have criminals or those who felt they were oppressed by the system in some way despite the contrary.
No matter how perfect a system you have, that element will always exist. Some philosophers could say it might speak of humanity’s own inherent darkness and our own flaws. But for me, it’s just the nature of the beast.
Sometimes a tiger can’t change its stripes. That’s alright. The tiger didn’t need to die, it just needed to be corralled and controlled. Which is what I am hoping to do through several of my hunters.
Let them control the gangs keeping them in check. Then sometime in the future I could close this chapter of my life. My hat and mask could be set aside for good and I could just enjoy life with Pamela. And maybe other people….
Getting back to my apartment and simply watching TV for a while before the time came. Glancing at the clock to see that several hours had gone by courtesy of the brain rot shows they had.
Getting up and heading out to the university. Several professors on campus greeted me to my surprise and showed respect. Some even came up to thank me for standing up to Woodrue and the former chancellor.
Thanked me and asked me to tell Kirk thanks as well for helping them keep their jobs. It all caught me off guard.
The job part I get. But that wasn’t necessarily me that saved the day but Bruce Wayne. Even if someone wanted to argue in my favor it would have fallen more on Kirk who was fighting it more than I was by that point.
It just felt weird. Walking through the university was strange. Due to how it was both busy yet empty. What made it so busy was the staff moving around the campus with no students since classes had been temporarily put on hold until most of the traffic issues in parts of the city and some utilities were fully back on.
Some areas in Gotham still didn’t have power or running water. It was one of the things Jaina’s charity alongside Bruce stepping in had helped with.
In Bruce’s case using generators developed by his company to provide power to those without while crews worked tirelessly to get power back to them.
Walking along the university opening the lab door seeing Kirk head over to a table with his eyes jammed inside a microscope. Walking over I saw he was fixated on whatever it was where I came up behind looking over his shoulder at it.
“How’s it going?”
“Agh!” Kirk screamed out hands thrown in the air.
He almost whirled to look at me but stopped when he saw the microscope shake and rattle about to fall.
He managed to grab it before letting it go looking at it like it would just walk away on its own.
“Uh, Kirk, how much can you bench? Cause last I checked those microscopes weighed roughly seventy-five pounds.” I said pointing at him then the microscope.
“Daniel you can’t just scare a man like that…” He said letting out a sigh. “And to answer your question, when I last went to a gym I could bench three hundred.”
“Kirk, don't tell me you stayed in the lab all night last night.” Hands placed on my hips looking him over.
He looked like a bum in a lab coat. That was being generous. Bags under his eyes, hair a mess.
“… no.” He said back after a moment of hesitation.
“Kirk we just kept the lab from getting taken from you, Bruce Wayne and the other donors have reinvested in the university and you mean to tell me you just spent all night in the lab?” I asked him, sounding exasperated at his antics.
“Uh… well you see- I can explain!” He held his finger up with a strained smile on his face before it fell into a frown. “Alright, I did. I stayed up after making a massive discovery.”
“Kirk you could have been out celebrating after not only keeping the lab but Gotham beating the Court and getting laid. What could be more important than that?” I asked him. Kirk shuffled around awkwardly while giving me a funny look.
“Well?” I asked him expectantly.
“… S-Sssssience?” He sounded unsure if he should go through with what he was saying but did it anyway like he was ripping off a bandaid.
“Kirk, you're getting out of this lab. Now!” I ordered him to stop, poking and shoving him away from the microscope. “Few things in life can match post-nut clarity. It is an important thing a man needs and you need that and a lot of other things right now.”
He fought and wrestled against me teeth gritted his eyes desperate with a manic gleam in them. “Daniel, wait! Please just let me show you what I discovered at least!”
I stopped but kept him from trying to go around me to get back to the lab table when he looked ready to make a run for it.
“Alright,” He almost moved past me but my arm barred him, “But on one condition. You show me and then you have to take a break. No more nights in the lab. No more overworking yourself. You won’t get anything done and will mess up your research when you make a mistake that you could have avoided had you properly rested and taken care of yourself.”
Each point I listed off on my hand was like hammering each nail into Kirk as he winced at each point.
“Alright?”
He stared into my unwavering eyes before he nodded. “Alright. Now come on you are going to find this hard to believe.” He immediately perked right back up showing me the microscope.
What appeared to be a sample of blood was taken from one of the animals in the cages. What got my attention was the cocktail he used for tests in splicing, unlike before seemed to be combining with the cells, and when zoomed further in the DNA itself.
“What? How?” I asked in disbelief when I looked up Kirk pulling up a projection showing a recording of Kirk’s formula inserted into the sample of blood. Unlike the other tests conducted instead of the mixture leading to the cells becoming either mutated or highly unstable, something else was mixed in.
It was like the damage being done to the cells or any mutations were corrected throughout the entire process until the formula ran its course leaving behind altered cells. A hybrid blood sample…
A breathless laugh bubbled up out of me. “You did it… You actually did it!” I turned to Kirk with a big smile on my face wrapping the man up in a hug that at first caught him off guard but Kirk quickly returned it laughing with me.
“But- but how?! How did you manage to get the cells to repair themselves enough to withstand the process?”
Kirk's smile wilted a little at the question. He scratched the side of his neck now looking uncomfortable took me aback compared to how happy and excited he was.
“Your… formula is what made this possible, Daniel.” He solemnly said looking me in the eyes. “I cannot ever hope to repay you Daniel for what you did.”
I just waved him off, not bothered by it at all. “I’m glad it’s helping you more than either of us thought, Kirk. If you're going to be so hellbent on repaying me tell you what,” I told him while looking back at the readings over the course of the splicing process, “You can repay me by ensuring that you nor anyone else ever uses the healing formula for evil or nefarious purposes.”
“Of course Daniel! I would never let that happen no matter what, you shouldn’t even have to say that.” Kirk said with such earnestness and without hesitation.
Kirk truly was a good person. I found myself thankful yet again that I had been here to make things turn out better for him. The door opened with Pamela stepping inside. She looked tired with bags under her eyes, hair back to wild and untamed. But despite her appearance, she looked happy especially when our eyes met.
We both quickly filled her in on the good news.
“Amazing!” Pamela said in awe watching the cells and DNA mesh with the added genes. “You did it, Dr. Langstrom.”
She gave me a look. It was the kind Dad would give when he was proud of me for something I did or accomplished. In Pamela's case, I think it was both for helping Kirk and because my formula had made it possible for Kirk's research to finally reach another breakthrough. Maybe the final one.
“Please Pamela, don't call me that. Just Kirk will suffice. I’m not like Jason and expect everyone to call me Doctor. It just sounds… pretentious.” Kirk said looking like he would rather not think or remember that piece of work.
“Well, since that is done, Kirk it’s time for you to go rest!” I tell him cheerfully pointing at the lab's door.
“Oh come on Daniel you can’t tell me you don’t want to get to work testing how far we can go now?” He whined, hoping me seeing the fruits of our labors would be enough to persuade me to let him continue doing his experiments.
“Oh I am but only after you rest up and start taking better care of yourself. Now start marching, mister.”
Pamela had her hand placed over her mouth trying not to laugh at what was happening, her eyes twinkled in amusement.
Ruin Pamela Isley for other men +50
Make Pamela your girlfriend +50
Have a hand in Kirk’s formula achieving a great breakthrough +100
