forum “I am the righteous hand of God!” he said,” and I am the devil you forgot” she yelled

Started October 11, 2022 by @Adam_gets_railed_by_men

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Daya lay in the back of an ambulance, heading to the hospital quickly

Malcolm moved to the front of his store, flipping the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’. He then went into the back room again, shifted a carpet in the corner of the room to reveal a trapdoor, and went down into a hidden basement, his laboratory.

He went to a computer, researching any info he could find on Daya and her superhero persona.

Daya was a successful lab experiment made by the military. Her strength overwhelmed that of a champion bodybuilder, but it had its drawbacks like lowering her body temp dangerously low

Malcolm sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Fucking military. Maybe I’ll blow them up first, once everything’s prepared. Wouldn’t that be a perfect way to spite the bastards that wanted to keep my studies for themselves. Too bad most of my research was blown up with half my body,”he muttered.

He continued his research.

Daya, at the age of eight, had already killed at least three guards. Allowing her to escape from the camp, since then she's been reprimanded to act as a hero for the people..

“Do I see potential here? Or was she brainwashed even more after this?”Malcolm hummed.

He wondered what else he could find, and continued.

(Alright)

Malcolm hummed at the sight of the numbers and their translation. Daya was a goddess indeed, but likely not in the way everyone saw her.

“Alright, Daya, what really happened to your damned necklace? Because I think now that it might not have been an angry brother,”Malcolm mumbled.

He turned off his computer and headed back upstairs. He paused before going back to work, wondering if the news channel had anything else to report on Daya, or rather, God-ess.

Daya had been on the live monitor as she lay in bed, a breathing tube down her throat and some blood transfusion machines around her

Malcolm watched a moment, then abruptly shut the tv off. He took a deep breath, noticing how shaky his hands had become.

“Fucking assholes don’t have any sense of dignity,”he hissed under his breath.

Malcolm turned away, sitting down in a nearby chair and looking at himself, at his countless scars. He shouldn’t have lived that day, when the explosion caught him. He should’ve been a corpse, buried under several floors of scientific study. But, he had lived, without help, without proper medical attention. He didn’t know how, but what he did know was that he hadn’t been forced to suffer living in a hospital bed for ages, hoping for release.

“If they would’ve ever released me,”he sighed.

Daya’s ‘brother’ had just walked into the shop “hello?” he asked sharply, his voice rugged

Malcolm heard the bell above the front door ring and his shaky body immediately stilled. His eyes narrowed momentarily at the tone of the man’s voice, but he quickly composed himself and walked out of the back room.

“Greetings. How might I help you?”Malcolm asked.

As he approached his typical place at the counter, he eyed the man, wondering if he had anything to do with Daya. Malcolm also wondered why he even cared.

“ you can help me by giving back the necklace my sister brought in.” he said

Malcolm snorted,”First, I’ll need a name and proof of identification. Second, I’ll need you to knock down that tone of yours. If you want to be an ass, you can do that outside.”

The ID part wasn’t actually necessary, but since this was his store, and he was the only employee, no one could say anything if he decided to change the rules at a whim. And, it was also a very subtle way to alert his dear nanobots that somebody may be getting some rough treatment in a moment.

Maximus growled, pulling out his id and slamming it onto the counter “just give me the dan necklace.”

Malcolm didn’t budge. He picked up the ID, noticing the name, Maximus. He looked at the photo on the ID card, then looked at Maximus himself, comparing them. He didn’t need to, but he wasn’t going to cooperate easily until this Maximus asshole calmed down. He finally handed the man his ID, disdain in his eyes.

“Well, Maximus, since you clearly don’t understand how things work, let me explain. I have several necklaces I’m appraising, and they all take time. Also, I only give the pieces back to the person that brought it in. I’m no middle man, nor a messenger boy. So, since you’ve already broken one house rule, and are attempting to break a more legal rule, I suggest you either explain yourself right now, or get the fuck out of my store,”Malcolm calmly warned.

“Daya. A woman came in here earlier with a family loom. I want it back as I am the heir and the eldest “

Malcolm hummed,”Well, whether you’re the heir or not, I’m still going to need Daya here. And, that’s after I finish my work, of course. Trust me, the paperwork to interrupt the whole appraisal process is ten times fucking worse than just waiting two or three weeks for me to finish.”

Malcolm was outright lying about the amount of time it took for him to finish the appraisal. Fortunately for him, he was a very good liar.

“ what the fuck ever old man”

Malcolm snorted and straightened.

“I’m not as old as I look, you fucking dumbshit. Now, get the fuck out of my store and come back in three weeks. Then you get the necklace,”he stated.

Maximus rolled his eyes and stormed out

Malcolm watched him leave. He tapped his fingers on the counter, using the sound and rhythm to distract him from his rising anger. He became too impulsive when he was angry, and he couldn’t afford that right now. Not with everything in the basement.