Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 28

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 28

It takes me all the lies in my head to convince Alice that, she hadn’t see an alien ship abducting Loveth, and thankfully my sister is there to back up my story.
Loveth and I agree that my sister needs
to leave our mother’s home, though, just so that a repeat occurrence isn’t likely. Her first thought is
to come up and stay with me. When I point out that we aren’t likely to be able to keep our hands off each other, and people will notice, and that Vage and/or Varand can pick us up easily enough
wherever we are, she decides to hitch a ride back home with Vage. That also allows her to start getting her affairs in order, just in case the ßokoharms kill us.

My wonderful sister is even willing to let me
know (in excruciating detail) of the fun the two aliens and she has, as Vage and Varand take turns
incubating my un-hatched children.

Somehow I can’t help but think that I need to reevaluate my life, when I can make a statement like that.

We don’t fool ourselves, as we know that the odds are against us. The bokoharms have an entire fleet designed for battle, and we have a few ships that aren’t intended for combat, but exploration and science. What chance does Earth have against that? My switches? Even having physical contact with Loveth, I’m not certain that I’ll be able to affect that many at once.

Everything just
seems too daunting.

The start of the new semester is today, and I personally consider it a bad idea to go. I need to concentrate on coming up with a strategy for defeating the demons.

This time it’s Loveth that does the convincing, stating that I need to act
normal, and like nothing is going on.
“Besides,”
she informs me cheerfully over the phone, “once we stop the ßokoharms, it’s not like school is just
going to go away. You’ll still need your degree. . .

That is unless you’ve changed you mind about manipulating people with your switches. . . ?”
And so I find myself walking in the cold air, through campus, on my way to my first class. I decide to walk, so that I’ll have more time to think. It just isn’t fair, looking around at everybody else enjoying themselves, as they
return from Winter break, and chatting with their friends as if the world’s not going to end in a
month. Was I ever that carefree, and ignorant?

Well, I guess I have Tina, or even the twins to talk to if I need to, but I don’t feel right dumping
this on any of them.

I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts, and
concerns, that I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, and run right into someone shortly
after arriving on campus.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologize, giving the woman my hand, after I pick myself up off the snow- packed ground.

“Quite alright, Mr. Smith,” the woman says in a voice I almost recognize. She looks slightly familiar, but I can’t place her. She’s an older woman, with long red hair, skinny, and rather
attractive. She’s wearing a white smock, and so at first I think she might be part of the nursing
program. The only problem with that theory is that I don’t know anyone from that department, and I’m certain I’ve met this woman before.
Something tickles my mind, and I check for my switches. I’m surprised to find some in her:
’metabolism’, ‘skin elasticity’, ‘red hair’, and ‘slow aging’.
Who’ve I given those switches to? Thinking hard, I come up with the answer, as it finally dawns on
me. “Mrs. Stilinski?” I ask in shock.

“Have I changed that much?” she asks me with a smile and a titter, while she brushes her smock
off. “I’ve been feeling so energetic lately, and my hair color actually came back. Well, not really my
hair color, but it’s still better than grey. Not sure why it turned red. Not even the doctors can explain it, but I’ve been feeling so ALIVE!”
I can tell that she is indeed feeling well, by the sparkle in her eyes, and the speed with which she
talks. I can’t help but smile, thankful that my switches have helped at least someone out for the better.

Mrs. Stilinski is looking at something red on her smock, and then examines her own hands.
Suddenly she grabs my hand, exclaiming,
“You cut yourself. Come with me, young man.

Let’s get this cleaned out.”
I try to protest, it only looks like a minor cut and the Wangers will take care of it soon anyway, but she is surprisingly strong, and refuses to listen to me. She chats the whole way to her office. “Ever since just before Winter break, I’ve had more energy, and the pounds just started slipping away. I’ve not felt this good in years. If only Mr.
Stilinski hadn’t passed away some years ago. . .”