LibrarianHero

Spring sunlight shone bright and clear down the cobbled street. The voices of traders hawking their wares competed for attention as Elkantar Rostorgh walked down the busy metropolitan street. Cries of “Shoes! Fine leather shoes!” mingled with shouts of “Fish! Fresh from the Harbor!” And although her pitch-black skin and silvery hair stood out like a beacon among the pale-skinned peoples that made the city their home, it was more her stature and statuesque figure that made those around her pause and stare. But she ignored the stares. Ignored, too, the ceaseless murmuring of their thoughts around her, a susurrus in her mind, like ceaseless waves beating on an untouched shore. She allowed the thoughts to crest around her without paying attention to them, like a rock promontory standing tall against the waves. The mind-voices ebbed and flowed as she walked, and she paid no attention to the small thoughts and urges that brushed past her like tendrils of fog. She occasionally paused as

“Welcome back, Fat Boy,” Jester said to you as Shayde proceeded you into the warehouse. You didn’t say a single word. You were so exhausted, and you felt colorless and drained. Well, you felt colorless, but you were still a color- grey. But it didn’t seem to matter. Nothing seemed to matter… You looked at your feet and didn’t speak. You didn’t have anything to say. Your mind was dull and foggy. You could barely bring yourself to care anyhow. What would be the point? This was going to go on. Nothing you could do or say would stop it. You no longer had the energy to resist. Resistance was futile- you’d learned that long ago and re-learned it over and over again with every day that passed. So, again, what was the point? Shayde pushed you, and you went down on your knees, unable to move. You didn’t attempt to get back up. There was no point. You’d be moved where you were needed to go, and you just didn’t want to move any more. What was the point? “I’ve come to return your little

Brightness woke you, and you blinked. It was warmer now, and the comforter actually felt a little too warm. The Librarian was lying on your belly, stroking her hand up and down your bare skin, and you made a sound of contentment. She looked up at you. “Good morning,” she said with a brilliant smile. “Did you have a good sleep?” You shook a little as you stretched. “Yeah,” you said. “I was kind of surprised I could sleep after all that time unconscious.” She nodded. “I know, but it’s not like real sleep. Your body… and mine, just had to adjust.” You grinned at her. “I’m glad we could adjust… together.” She laughed softly. “So am I. So, what would you like for breakfast?” You pondered that for a bit, then an idea came to you that made you lick your lips and drool hungrily. She smiled at you as you announced. “Pancakes. Lots and lots of pancakes.” “Maple syrup?” she asked. You nodded almost decisively. “And all sorts of syrups. Chocolate, Blueberry, Strawberry, Peach… All

“Eat, damn you!” A fist thudded home into you leg, where a huge purple-blue bruise already lurked, but didn't quite completely overlap. You whined in pain, collapsing onto the other leg. Thankfully, it wasn't in your face this time. He'd learned that lesson early, punching you in the face when you were full. But when your face swelled up and made you unable to eat anything with your sore jaw, he'd had to rig up a bladder system for you, to choke down lots of ultra-gainer while you couldn't chew. Since then, he'd apparently knocked over some sort of warehouse, as it had been tons of corn-dogs and ultra-gainer. Not even the deep-fried corn dogs, either, but those “microwave” ones with the tough, soggy cornbread. With a sigh, you bit into the corndog, chewing through the tough but soggy bread and into the meat beneath. “You're a cannibal!” Skull told you with a nasty leer. “You like eating your own kind!” He brayed laughter. “I bet you'd eat human meat if I gave it to you!” You