Vecuronium bromide?

Ouch. What was that?

“Oh? You’re awake? Be nice and don’t move for a min-”

Startled I jumped out of the bed, trying to assess the situation. The room was already brightly lit, I must have slept for a rather long time after yesterday’s night trip.

A gorgeous monochrome girl was elegantly shifting her position from squatting to a standing one. She was just a few centimeters too short to stand with me eye to eye.

Strangely, she was barefoot.

Her long legs were mostly covered by a pleated white skirt, its left side had a slit similar to the one found in a cheongsam, but it was held together by a row of small black buttons.

The girl wore a simple black blouse, adorned with white frilly elements, revealing her slender and pale arms. Its chest area was pushed outwards considerably. On her neck, there was a delicate white choker held loosely with a single string of black fabric.

Long raven black hair was flowing freely down to her waist, with the exception of two strands enslaved with silky white ribbons, as if its owner couldn’t decide between two different hairstyles and took the best parts out of each, which only made it more striking.

There was no balance between her mostly black top and white bottom, seven out of ten onlookers would beg her to reverse the color pattern. The remaining three wouldn’t care anyway too busy thinking about doing all kinds of kinky stuff with her.

Relentlessly, the moment when I had to look upon her face arrived. I was trying to avoid it for as long as possible due to her eyes. Would it make sense if I described them as a green cosmos held together in two glass beads? If yes, that’s good, because those words described them quite accurately.

There was also the fact that I recently started seeing a similar face in the mirror.

Both she and Violet might have been described as emerald eyed lovely girls, but I should never compare them aloud in my little sister’s presence as each of them held a different kind of charm and it could be hard to convince Vio about the importance of her own key points.
Viktoria was holding an empty syringe in her hand. She looked at it with an unhappy face.

“You had to move? Now the entire dose went in, you prefer the hard way? So be it.”

“What do you mean?”

A strange prickling sensation was spreading in my whole body, every move I made was sluggish and clumsy.

“Don’t you have any better last words? There’s like twenty seconds left before it kicks in.”

Shit, this is the worst case scenario. Fuck! If only I knew that agreeing to Vio’s proposal would end like that, but it’s still too fast. Did that brat sell me out straight away? After being such a smartass to her I’ve lowered my guard after all…

Isn’t there anything I can do?

I moved to grab my smartphone from the corner but stopped after two steps. It was gone. Resigned, I turned my attention back to her and said:

“Checkmate?”

“You could at least try to hug me. I’m really happy to see you again after so much time, how are you feeling?”

“Fuucf…”

No more words came out as I was starting to lose control of my tongue and only unintelligible sounds were being produced. What’s worse I could feel the strength leaving my body. With my back to the wall, I slowly slipped down to the floor.

I’m still conscious, so it’s a muscle relaxant after all. Fuck I’m an idiot! It’s… it’s getting hard to breathe?! Just… just how much did she use…

“Hoooff…”

“How I learned about it? It wasn’t that hard you know? My little sister was gone for half a day and was walking in the air after returning. Seeing her so happy I simply had to confirm where, with whom, how long, why, what for and other details like that. Can you imagine how surprised I was when she told me everything?”

“Tffuufee...”

Give me the tube. The tube you blockhead! Air! I need the fucking tube! I know you’ve got one, you always do!

“Hoo? A riddle? Truffle? Are you hungry? You won’t die if you skip a meal or two. I know, since you’re now so buddy-buddy with Violet you want to know how is she? Silly, I wouldn’t hurt my own possession. She just won’t be able to come out from her room for some time.”

“Hss-shh…”

Viktoria! Viktoria for the love of god! I need air… air! AIR!

“My dear Victor, you broke our rules. I will be taking you back home.”

“hhsSsHHhh…”

Please, I beg yOu, help me. fuCK I will Do aNYthing… help, plEASe help, ViKTOria! I will be yours! HELP! Breath! AiR! Viktoria, AIR! Help you fUCKIN biTCH… i'M dyinnG!

“Hmm? Did I forget about something? You’re turning blue. Does it have anything to do with all that salt on the floor?”

“h…”

Help, soMEOnE hElp mE! Help vikToRIA! It's getting dark, HElp me! I can’t breathe! HeLp! VIKtoRIA! I'M FUCKING DYING! HELP! AIR! I NEED AIR! HELP ANYONE HELP! Anyone, it's black... please help I... can not see... anything...

“Hmm?"

"..."

"Oh! The tube! Almost forgot about the tube. Got it here… now… gently… Hey! Don’t try to move your tongue, I’m working here… one wrong move and I can seriously hurt you, but don’t worry, with my luck I just need to push it and it will go into the right place all by itself. Aaaaaannnnnnddddddd done. How is it?”

Short - sweet - fast - euphoric - frantic - blissful - shallow - exhilarating - gasps for air dominated the bedroom.

I will… fucking… kill you… bitch.

“I’m going to check how you’re living in here, so be nice and don’t move ok? Who knows, maybe it will be me and not Vio who moves in, it seems like fun.”

She said that line in a sweet voice, turned on a heel and left the room excited about the incoming flat search.

My insides were boiling with rage that had no way out. All I could do was to wish her death and blame myself for not preparing any countermeasures despite possessing all the relevant knowledge.

This situation was the result of me underestimating her. According to Victor memories, she shouldn’t have done something like that when there was even a slight possibility of it being leaked to the outside world. Was this what Vio had meant by father getting influenced? He was always the only one that could rein her in. Still, there was a ray of hope left. Vio hadn’t told her everything. Otherwise, Viktoria wouldn’t even bother with talking to me. In her eyes, I was still her dear twin brother.

As for the rules she had mentioned. At the peak of their war, Victor had some influence and power in their mansion, which in turn made it harder for his twin to act, back then she hadn’t been that lucky. However, with time the power balance had started to shift in Viktoria’s favor and Victor, foreseeing his incoming defeat, had made a deal with her.

He had agreed to turn over almost everything he had in exchange for her disappearing from his life, though as I found out he had been secretly dissing her online. Well, she as well had forcibly modified their deal and added the rule about that one message a week, but other than that she had kept her word.

And then I had appeared.

Apparently Victor had understood her a lot better than I did and knew that Viktoria counted even their siblings among the possessions that had been turned over to her, while I was convinced that taking Vio in wasn’t a breach of their rules and there would be no problems with her coming to live here, which, as I had just discovered, was a misunderstanding on my side.

Should I use my power or not? Forget about moving, I can’t even speak, but my power has to give me three options, so it may actually increase my chances to obtain something important.

Which way will it be, a super useful one or incredibly shitty? Will Bitchtoria luck influence it or not?

If she discovers that her dear brother’s soul is gone… I’m doomed. There will be no mercy.

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please. Pleeeeeeaaaase work. I beg you my great power give me a way out of this situation.

One - Action: Blinking twice with the left eye.

Reaction: Left eye will be moisturized.

Two - Action: Thinking about the content of the

C:\Programs\TS\sound\default\config\are\traps\gay\or\not\investigation\evidence

folder that had been destroyed in the previous world.

Reaction: A minuscule possibility of the user giving up on life as a man.

Three - Action: Reconciliation with own fate.

Reaction: A minuscule possibility of the user finding happiness.

“Hey, what’s that? Did you really fall so low?”

Said Viktoria upon coming back to the bedroom with a can of dog food in her hand that Vio had brought previously, it was open.

There was no hope left. Using my power only worked to reinforce Adam's words that… I had informed Aura about the situation.

“Is this some kind of fetish or maybe it’s actually good… should I try it or not?”

She was eyeing the can curiously and tried to read its label when the can slipped out of her hand and fell on the floor scattering bits and pieces of grey paste.

“So it’s not good after all. Lucky~. How did it get in here? Were you curious about it and wanted to give it a try?”

No matter how many times I tried to remember Adam words it only strengthened the feeling that Aura had been informed and I understood that no amount of salt or holy water would protect me against something that was coming from the inside.

“This is boring, I should have chained you or something so you could talk. This flat is also nothing special.”

Viktoria took out her phone and was about to call someone when it rang. She answered it immediately with a smile.

"Vince, I was just about to call you. Bring two of the stronger guys to Victor’s flat and a big bag."

It’s her! Back then and right now it’s her! Thank the heavens you’re here Rora! Help me and I will become your loyal puppy!

"Yes."

Rora? Are you there?

"No way!"

There was no answer and the situation was turning worse with every minute.

I can’t move, can’t speak, I breathe through a tube and they’re coming to take me away. On the other hand, by now Aura should have informed Adam and Silvie and they won’t let anything happen to Rora right? I may be able to hitchhike a rescue.

"Ok, see you, bye bye."

All I could do was to wait, pray to Rora, and observe as Vic’s twin was rummaging through my closet, throwing out the clothes kept inside one by one.

“You’ve changed your taste. I see, that’s why you look a bit better, well omitting the dripping saliva. Want me to wipe it for you? Blink once for yes.”

It’s not as if I wanted her to do that, but she simply sat down in front of me and waited till my eyelids moved on their own. My face was in a terrible state and the eyes weren’t better, so I hoped that this barely recognizable movement of my half-open eyelids would remain unnoticed.

“Got it. Don’t move.”

She took one of the shirts that were previously tossed aside, slowly wiped out the area around my mouth and even carefully removed the drool gathering inside, making sure not to affect the working of the endotracheal tube.

One day you will regret this.

“But why? I still don’t understand. What convinced you to try stealing my Vio? Did you thought that after becoming an esper you could get back at me?”

She knows…? My head was already dizzy and now it got even worse.

Bored with the lack of reaction she stood up and sighed. After a moment of tapping her pointing finger against own lips, she made a gesture of a person who just thought of a good way to kill some time.

From the skirt’s pocket she took out a different phone, it was mine.

“Let’s see… oho? There are actually people who write...”

Along with her diminishing voice, the atmosphere in the room had changed.

With each passing second, the entire careless aura that had been surrounding her from the very beginning was being replaced by one full of hatred. One that made her whole face contract in rage, one responsible for the furious shaking of her hand holding the phone.

“That fucking whore. She went and made you hers? THAT FUCKING WHORE! How dare she take my possession?! How dare she?!”

She tossed the phone against the wall with all her strength. At the moment of contact, there was a loud hissing noise and a small explosion. Pieces of plastic scattered all around the room, a white cloud of smoke appeared in the air. The phone battery had exploded.

Not even a fragment had hit her. Seeing a flashy manifestation of her luck was breathtaking.
Viktoria wasn't trying to make any more small talk and was about to check something on her phone when we heard someone’s steps coming from the corridor.

“Vince, you’re finally he-”

Before she could fully turn around there was a short bang followed by the crackling noise of running electricity.

Adam stood by the bedroom door with a taser in his hand. The probes shot by him… were lying half a meter away from their target.

“Aa, haha, haha, give me a sec, let me try again.”