Supes

One: Kyret

Welcome, Watters. Hello there! Now, before you read, this Supe's name is Kyret Yin, a beautiful asian girl with a bob haircut who hasn't had the best of luck in men. When her brand new relationship doesn't go as planned, we discover that Kyret isn't all what she seems. 

(A bit of sexual content in the first chapter.)

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        Kyret Yin and Brian Reynolds were kissing outside of the door to his poorly decorated apartment. They kissed with such abandon, their bodies close and their breathing irregular. They both tasted of beer and cigarettes, but that didn’t matter. They were in love. Brian palmed her bottom and gave it a playful squeeze. She smiled on his lips and returned the action. 

     “Come inside.” He murmured into her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her spine. She fought the urge to say yes. She fought the urge to throw herself upon him and ride him like a crazed cowboy. She fought so many urges.

                She moaned, “No, Brian. I should go.” She pulled away from his soothing embrace and began to walk away. Brian followed her and yanked her arm. Though it hurt a little, she didn’t mind the forceful gesture. Brian’s masculinity was one of his attributes she adored. They had been dating for a week now, and she was really beginning to see a future with him. Granted, he was a bit slow, sloppy and eternally horny, but deep down she knew she had found her soul mate. But while they continued their make out session, his kisses were too firm, rushed and urgent. They had made out times before but never had he been this demanding. Then she noticed how his hands were slowly traveling towards the forbidden fruit between her thighs. Kyret pushed Brian’s hand away and continued to kiss him. But he slowly persisted and she felt his hand grazing her lace panties. She bit his lip.

                “What the fuck!” He yelled and licked a drop of blood.

                “Brian, you know I’m not ready for sex. We talked about this.” She reasoned.

                He frowned and muttered, “That’s all we do is talk.”

                Kyret looked at him in disbelief. She stomped away from him and hurried down the stairs, her cheap stilettos tramping loudly on each step.

                The next morning Kyret looked at her apartment ceiling and pondered. Brian. She longed for him. Her mind grazed upon his image: His lean and sculpted figure. His deep-set cerulean eyes. His always disheveled auburn locks. Her boyfriend was hot. If she were to lose her precious and sacred virtue to any undeserving asshole, it should be him right? She showered, then left for Brian’s apartment wearing the best thing she had under her black trench coat: Her birthday suit.

                When she reached apartment #233, she noticed how his door was already slightly ajar. At first glance, she guessed it a robbery and dialed 911 on her cell. However, she began to hear strange noises from inside the residence. Brian hadn’t a roommate.

                “911, what’s your emergency?” The operator called from her cell phone. But she ignored the voice from her phone and tuned in to those inside. She pushed the door wide and stepped in silently. Two beer bottles on the floor. A pair of expensive looking Loubitins close to his couch. It was confirmed. The man she deemed as the one was with another.

                “Son of a bitch!” She whispered. As tears streamed down her face, she froze. She at least deserved to see if the sleazy whore he was with was cuter than her. She placed her cell on the couch sneaked to his bedroom to kick open the door. She gasped at what she saw.

                Brian’s gorgeously sweaty body was thrusting on top of a rather large and unattractive woman. She was round and completely still, resembling a beached whale. Her dirty fingernails raked through his brown mane and clutched it in ecstasy. It was clear that she was enjoying herself by her strange facial expression. They both huffed and heaved like thirsty dogs in heat. Upon hearing the intruder’s gasp, Brian scraped for the sheets and the whale screamed in shock.

                “Ky, what are you doing here? Uh, it isn’t what it looks like!” Brian pleaded.

                Oh how she hated that line. Anger flooded within Kyret and her eyes began to burn.

                “You told me you loved me. And I believed you!” She replied while blinking rapidly.

Hate bubbled and heated internally and she struggled to see clearly. Her sight took a slight shade of burgundy as the intensity of the burn continued to plague her eyes. 

                “I do love you, Babe.” Brian pleaded, but his eyes said otherwise. Babe. She hated that line, too. So stereotypical. It dripped with cheese. He could at least call her sweetie, it didn't sound as stupid. Kyret struggled to see how the other woman felt. She tried to read the stranger's face for any remorse or apologetic expression. What Kyret found was dumbfoundedness. Dumbfoundedness and alot of obesity. She was so fat and ugly! She was fat, ugly, and stupid! And so was Brian! Everyone was stupid. Stupid and cruel. Kyret loved Brian with all of her naive heart and would do anything for him. But now that she was betrayed, she was speechless. Speechless and wounded. Kyret’s soul hurt. It was all just too much. She was losing control. All she could see was red.

                She looked within to her reserves of anger. She imagined it like a flood behind a tall steel vault. It was boiling, bubbling and black. Like a hot midnight surf, it crashed and descended upon the vault, demanding freedom. It hissed and sizzled for enemies to devour. It longed for a victim to fall prey to its black glory. And Kyret had one in mind. She allowed the vault to fly open, and out of it came a wealth of power, dangerous and lovely. It was too late now. So she embraced it and it became her.

                Brian began to scream aloud. Upon his arm was a black pattern that sizzled and stung as it spread across his body. The pattern acted as liquid flame and burned his skin violently and painfully. The whale panicked and rushed out of the apartment, covering herself with the bed sheets. Brain’s screams of agony continued to grow rougher and louder and the patterns etched into his naked body. He was soon covered in these dangerous markings that sizzled and grew darker. It wasn’t long until Brian’s flailing and screaming ceased. The patterns slowly disappeared and Brian's body was black and charred. The air was rank with the scent of a burnt corpse.

                Kyret’s sight was restored and she returned to tranquility. The black waters of destruction slowly drifted back into her internal vault, rhythmic and victorious. 

                “Don’t call me babe.” She whispered, spent from the use of her ability. 

                The wail of police sirens grew as she walked out of the apartment with her head held high and the whale’s Loubitins in tote.

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