Lucky Strike (Super Harem #1) - Catherine Banks Page 0,2
but this confirmed it.
“What do you want?” an unfamiliar male voice asked.
“One million dollars,” the idiot who seemed to be in charge said.
I snorted.
“Alright, but I have to call this in. We don’t carry cash on us in these outfits,” the hero said.
Oh, I liked this guy. He was funny.
The chains holding me lowered quickly, and I screeched as I fell. A rancid smell filled my nose.
Yuck. What was I dangling over?
“Stop,” the hero snapped. “I told you I have to call it in.”
“Less talking and more calling,” the idiot said.
The chair began spinning again, and I wished I could take the bag off my head to at least see my surroundings so I wouldn’t get dizzy
Several minutes of silence passed, and then the sound of fighting filled my ears.
“Next time, rob a bank or something,” the hero said.
I laughed.
“Miss, I’m going to—”
“Screw you!” the amateur kidnapping leader yelled.
My body had a moment of weightlessness before I fell.
Two male voices yelled, “No!”
One sounded like Transistor, but that had to have been my mind playing tricks on me.
I fell into a thick goop, feet first. I took a deep breath so I could hold it until the hero saved me, but once the goop hit my exposed skin, all I could do was scream.
“Lucy!” Transistor yelled.
What was he doing here? Was he working with them? If he was, I would kick his ass.
If I survived.
The goop burned through the chains and my clothes and then my entire body felt like it was being baptized in lava.
Wonderful. I was going to die a spinster. This was not how my life was supposed to go.
If I survived, I would stop being the boring girl. I would live my life to the fullest. I would find a harem of men to meet my needs. I would party every weekend. I would punch Cobalt in his perfect, white teeth.
I would no longer be Lucy. I would be a hero. I would live my life how I wanted and ignore all the naysayers.
First, I needed to survive.
“Help!” I screamed and raised my hand, ignoring the pain.
A gloved hand grasped mine and yanked me from the goop, pulling me along the cement floor until I was clear. Then, a cold foam sprayed on me.
Saved. I’d been saved.
I would have thanked my savior, but they stabbed a needle into my neck and injected me with a sedative.
“Jerk,” I whispered.
Chapter Three
The foam cooled the burning, but then made me cold, and I shivered violently.
“You cannot call them. They will lock her up for testing,” Transistor said.
“She needs help and they are best equipped to handle it. Why are you even here? Aren’t you a villain?” the hero asked.
“Look, if they get her, they will lock her up and throw away the key. Those bastards will torture her, and she won’t get free of them,” Transistor snapped.
“The Organization isn’t evil. I don’t know why you think that,” the hero said.
“Cold,” I whispered. My eyes wouldn’t open, which worried me.
“Lucy, are you in pain?” Transistor asked
“T, why here?”
Great, now my words weren’t forming right.
“Do you want to go to the Organization? Or to my lab?” Transistor asked.
His lab? What?
A sudden burst of pain made me scream and then pass out.
I woke strapped to a table with machines beeping and people yelling. My eyes opened and I knew I was in the Organization’s hospital due to the giant logo on the ceiling.
“She’s awake,” someone yelled.
“Stop yelling,” I hissed.
Several unfamiliar faces came into view.
“We have been trying to repair your body, but it seems the vat you fell in has altered your DNA,” the male to my left said.
“Do I have powers?” I asked.
“We don’t know yet,” the female on my right said.
“We are working on your legs and it is likely going to be painful. So, we’re going to put you under anesthesia,” right man said.
“Okay,” I whispered and swallowed hard. I didn’t feel any pain currently, but I’d rather sleep through it if possible.
They put a mask over my face, and I drifted to sleep.
The next time I woke, I was in a glass room and on a soft bed. I pushed back the sheet covering me and stared at the strange black bracelet I now wore.
What was it?
Wait, how was I?
I wiggled my fingers and toes.
All in working order.
I raised one arm, then the other, and then raised and bent each of my legs.
Everything seemed to be working.
Slowly, I sat up and swung my legs off the side of the