better, and prevents the body from
stupidly harming itself.
In short, without the Symbiote life is a lot
tougher.
Aventis, humans that are receptive to the
Symbiote, get its full benefits.
Regulars, those that aren’t receptive to the
entity, get to live life the hard way. It’s not to say modern
medical science doesn’t play a hand in helping Regulars out.
Injuries can be healed almost as quickly, but it requires
specialized equipment or specially cultivated healing agents.
The Symbiote handles all the repair work the
human body needs.
It also makes humans incredibly strong compared
to a Regular individual. As such, an Aventis can recover from
physical punishment that would land a Regular in hospital.
I’ve said all this before, but what I want to
clarify is that it’s the elements of the Symbiote swimming around
in an Aventis’s bloodstream that bring about a Familiar’s true
strength.
Even a small amount, like a mouthful, can give
me a boost that lasts a couple of hours.
Inside me, the Symbiote quickly takes root. I
spend those first few minutes just shy of agony, as it grows
throughout my body. But once it’s over, I find myself with the all
strengths of an Aventis and much more.
However, as the saying goes, a candle that burns
twice as brightly burns twice as fast.
The Symbiote burns out quickly inside my body,
and I return to being a normal Familiar.
In short, while the Symbiote is jacking up my
body, I stand at the top of the food chain.
Chapter 5 –
Playful.
(Caelum)
I followed the Countess as she walked down the
hallway and away from the Student Council room.
I had no idea where we were going.
Classes had already resumed.
The few teachers we encountered did not raise an
objection to my being in the hallway because I was in the company
of the Student Council Vice-President. The Countess greeted each
teacher with respect, as befitting her position and that of a lady
of reputable upbringing.
I glanced at her butt, wondering if what she
said was true.
I hoped it wasn’t. It would shatter my metal
image of her.
Not to mention the thought of that sumptuous
derriere being unsheathed was an insult to lingerie designers and
makers throughout the colonized star systems.
We arrived at a large storeroom on the fourth
floor. She led the way into the room after unlocking the door by
waving her palm-slate over the scanner on the wall beside it.
I followed her into the room. “You know that
wasn’t the sort of consolation prize I was after.”
She walked down the aisles, looking at the
labels on the shelves. “Yes, I thought as much.”
“So why did you say all that? Were you trying to
make trouble for me?”
“Now why would I do that?”
I cocked my head to one side. “What do you
really want, Countess?”
She sounded mystified. “I don’t follow.”
She rounded a corner between upright shelves,
and I followed a few steps behind. However, when I rounded the
corner she was gone.
Huh?
I picked up the pace and peeked down aisle after
aisle.
Did I mention this was a really big storeroom?
Well, it was.
Suddenly I felt a hand grab my blazer by the
collar and pull me into an aisle. I reacted immediately, slipping
out of their grasp and spinning them around before pressing them
against an upright shelf that almost reached the ceiling.
I froze when I realized I’d pinned the Countess
against it.
She gasped. “Ara ara, aren’t we starting off a
little rough?”
“Huh?” I backed away in a heartbeat. “Sorry. I
thought—actually I didn’t think, I just reacted. I’m truly
sorry.”
Simone darted forward, pushing me into the shelf
behind me. The shelf wobbled and some of the contents threatened to
fall but thankfully didn’t.
I stared at her in confusion and shock.
“Countess?”
She drew back, then reached up and grabbed my
blazer, holding me in place against the shelves.
I was starting to fear I’d made her angry, but
then she bowed her head a little and cast her eyes
stupidly harming itself.
In short, without the Symbiote life is a lot
tougher.
Aventis, humans that are receptive to the
Symbiote, get its full benefits.
Regulars, those that aren’t receptive to the
entity, get to live life the hard way. It’s not to say modern
medical science doesn’t play a hand in helping Regulars out.
Injuries can be healed almost as quickly, but it requires
specialized equipment or specially cultivated healing agents.
The Symbiote handles all the repair work the
human body needs.
It also makes humans incredibly strong compared
to a Regular individual. As such, an Aventis can recover from
physical punishment that would land a Regular in hospital.
I’ve said all this before, but what I want to
clarify is that it’s the elements of the Symbiote swimming around
in an Aventis’s bloodstream that bring about a Familiar’s true
strength.
Even a small amount, like a mouthful, can give
me a boost that lasts a couple of hours.
Inside me, the Symbiote quickly takes root. I
spend those first few minutes just shy of agony, as it grows
throughout my body. But once it’s over, I find myself with the all
strengths of an Aventis and much more.
However, as the saying goes, a candle that burns
twice as brightly burns twice as fast.
The Symbiote burns out quickly inside my body,
and I return to being a normal Familiar.
In short, while the Symbiote is jacking up my
body, I stand at the top of the food chain.
Chapter 5 –
Playful.
(Caelum)
I followed the Countess as she walked down the
hallway and away from the Student Council room.
I had no idea where we were going.
Classes had already resumed.
The few teachers we encountered did not raise an
objection to my being in the hallway because I was in the company
of the Student Council Vice-President. The Countess greeted each
teacher with respect, as befitting her position and that of a lady
of reputable upbringing.
I glanced at her butt, wondering if what she
said was true.
I hoped it wasn’t. It would shatter my metal
image of her.
Not to mention the thought of that sumptuous
derriere being unsheathed was an insult to lingerie designers and
makers throughout the colonized star systems.
We arrived at a large storeroom on the fourth
floor. She led the way into the room after unlocking the door by
waving her palm-slate over the scanner on the wall beside it.
I followed her into the room. “You know that
wasn’t the sort of consolation prize I was after.”
She walked down the aisles, looking at the
labels on the shelves. “Yes, I thought as much.”
“So why did you say all that? Were you trying to
make trouble for me?”
“Now why would I do that?”
I cocked my head to one side. “What do you
really want, Countess?”
She sounded mystified. “I don’t follow.”
She rounded a corner between upright shelves,
and I followed a few steps behind. However, when I rounded the
corner she was gone.
Huh?
I picked up the pace and peeked down aisle after
aisle.
Did I mention this was a really big storeroom?
Well, it was.
Suddenly I felt a hand grab my blazer by the
collar and pull me into an aisle. I reacted immediately, slipping
out of their grasp and spinning them around before pressing them
against an upright shelf that almost reached the ceiling.
I froze when I realized I’d pinned the Countess
against it.
She gasped. “Ara ara, aren’t we starting off a
little rough?”
“Huh?” I backed away in a heartbeat. “Sorry. I
thought—actually I didn’t think, I just reacted. I’m truly
sorry.”
Simone darted forward, pushing me into the shelf
behind me. The shelf wobbled and some of the contents threatened to
fall but thankfully didn’t.
I stared at her in confusion and shock.
“Countess?”
She drew back, then reached up and grabbed my
blazer, holding me in place against the shelves.
I was starting to fear I’d made her angry, but
then she bowed her head a little and cast her eyes
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