NOVEL NEXT Chapter 47: Sexy Intruder
Once again, today was not a night without dreams. Draziel once again sank into the dark, gory realm of dreams.
He was suddenly trusted into a grey world, and everything in his line of sight was rippling grey figures.
It was as if this entire world was immersed within a grey kind of firmament, clear but unclear. Through the rippling light, he could see countless faces, they seem to be working in something which was in a flat surface. Those faces belonged to humans but to Draziel they seem more like monsters to him.
These faces appeared before him one after another, and their lips opened and closed, creating clashing sound waves. It was as if they were repeatedly saying something, but it wasn't to him, but at each other.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand a word.
He was like an unmoving doll, just lying flat on the bed, unable to move even the slightest. Whenever a face appeared over him, an intense hatred clouded Draziel's mind, but he was unable to do anything as his body was being poked, removed, tested and replaced.
Numbness, itchiness, and aching covered him seemingly endlessly, inflicting upon him a pain that made him want to tear his body apart!
These faces would mostly appear once, with only a select few emerging more than two times. There were only two that appeared more than twice. However, no matter which face it was, they were all blurry and unrecognizable. As a result, Draziel had no idea whether he had encountered any of those faces before.
The dreams repeated themselves, and when he woke up, they would fade from his memory. As a result, Draziel never really knew what he experienced within those dreams.
This time, his dream had not continued for its full duration when it was interrupted by an outside source.
A signal immediately triggered within the depths of Draziel's mind, and ten messages immediately spread throughout his body. As a result, his body suddenly shifted as he moved 90°on bed,
He stood up, and his left hand gripped the pistol, his right hand gripped his combat blade, hiding it underneath the covers as he pointed his pistol forwards with lightning-like reflexes into the uninvited guest's skull.
This string of movements were carried out in an extremely fast manner, and only when the gun was aimed at its target did Draziel's eyes snapped open. In the darkness, his eyes glowed with an eerie blue light. This was a true light from his eyes, as well as his sharp gaze.
"Who are you?" Draziel said in a low voice. His deliberately suppressed tone together with his naturally soft voice added even more chill to the environment. On the other hand, the almost twenty centimeter long pistol was greatly in sync with that smooth voice.
Draziel had long since destroyed the safety lock on the gun, and the gun point made it quite clear that it could easily shatter the brains of even a human with 4 times physique, from this distance, without missing.
The gun in his hands swayed in rhythm to the intruder's slight body movement made by his breathing. It was aimed at right at the intruder's skull, point blank.
This was not something a normal human could do, Draziel's accuracy with the pistol was definitely insane. His hands were stable, his breathing slow and his finger in the trigger. Just a soft squeeze a millimeter back and the intruder' a head would be blown off.
The head in front of the gun seemed rather fragile and weak. After seeing this individual's face, even less men would want to immediately pull the trigger.
The intruder was a young lady, wearing a tactical gas mask but from the transparent cover, Draziel could clearly see her face, this was an extremely beautiful lady and from her outer appearance, she didn't seem to have reached twenty years of age yet.
Under the harsh conditions of the toxic radiation, the skin would have had a few wrinkles on them, making one look much older than their actual age, so she might be even younger than eighteen.
She had dark-coloured eyes and wheat-colored skin. Her lips were covered by the face mask, but one could assume they were of natural pink colour, with a beautiful pair of large eyes were looking at Draziel.
Within them was slight panic, but also excitement and strangely calmness.
She wore short leather clothes, with the collar area cut extremely low and the hem being short as well.
A smaller half of her bulging breasts and much of her slender waist could be seen. She didn't seem to have much else underneath her leather clothes.
A pair of jeans covered her lower body, tightly sticking to her perky bottom and slender legs as if they were a second layer of skin.
The young lady was fully confident in her appearance and physique, evident from the calmness she was emanating.
She seemed to be full of energy and excessive vitality, which meant she was an Enhanced and not an average one either. It was obvious she was overconfident in herself. The amount of importance she currently attached to fear was far from adequate.
Even though there was a pistol pointed to her skull, that could blow her head off at any moment, she didn't think Draziel would be able to pull the trigger on a pretty face but her eyes were entirely focused on Draziel's fascinating scars and the hand holding the gun. Scars filled his entire body, but they were set in specific patterns that formed the shape of a rose flower.
His hand was not currently bound by bandages. Regardless of whether it was the scars on his body or the stitches on his skin, they made the young lady somewhat attracted to him even more.
The flash of killing intent in Draziel's eyes intensified greatly and the thin and long finger on the trigger tightened slightly. If he pulled it back another millimeter or so, then it would immediately fire.
The young lady seemed to finally notice this detail, and her eyes widened. They were now full of fear. Draziel maintained this pressure and stood up from the bed, the pistol not shaking in the slightest, still pointed at her skull as he moved towards her.
If Draziel's finger trembled in even the slightest manner, that beautiful face would immediately be turned into mincemeat! The expensive gas mask would be unable to save her in the least.