Bloodstock Island

Chapter 21

Max was heaving deep breaths, his mind now in sense and of clarity from all the release.

Guilt once more began trashing in his mind, gazing at the people who laid unconscious on the ground beside him.

Mouths opened. It showed traces of his juices dripping down their grinning lips.

After their encounter, they remained naked and sprawled the ground, needing to regain their lost energy.

He cannot believe he’d done such a thing, and to people he considered his dad’s friends.

The worst part is he enjoyed it, to the point he took two more away from his friend, leaving the guy with only two to deal with.

All he can think of is the aftermath of his actions. Afraid how he was going to face them after what hap happened.

“What are you thinking?”

Spartacus notices the feint horror in his eyes, sensing the frustration in his expression.

With brows deep in a furrow, and his face twisting into a crease. Anyone could easily read his entire mood.

“What’s going to happen now?”

He murmurs, realizing he can no longer change what he has done.

The only thing he can do, is ready himself for whatever was to come.

And aware of his friend’s knowledge, he thought to gain some insights on what is in store for him.

“Can you elaborate on that?”

The lad chuckled, now busy pulling up his pants, having recovered his strength.

The fellow returned to his cheerful composure, showing the playful grin he had.

“Them, how are we going to explain all this?”

He grumbles, throwing his sights at the individuals sleeping on the floor.

Though they seemed at peace, the idea of them remembering all those carnal deeds made his entirety shiver.

With how his friend seems to be unfazed by all of it, he’d thought to ask advice on how he can easily deal with all of it.

He understood such confidence always had a reason behind it.

“Do we need to?”

Spartacus’ smirk grew wider, signaling he was in the mood to tease. Once more, becoming the playful and obnoxious guy he was.

His face did not show an ounce of fear, regret, or whatsoever. Like the while idea is normal to him at that point.

“Of course we do! What will they think of us if we don’t?”

Max sits up, screaming in frustration and panic. The idea of the town’s-folks finding out about this, his schoolmates, and worst, his dad.

All his anxiety built up again, knowing the probable effects of his action.

He’d probably get branded into a freak, a danger to society, or possibly a criminal.

These were all the things running in his mind, plaguing his inner being.

“Nothing, probably. Since they won’t remember a thing.”

Spartacus laughs it off, having enjoyed the moment of panic.

That knowledge is the one reason he’d agreed to it, knowing none of them would recall the deed afterwards.

“What do you mean?”

Max’s expression turned dark, brows furrowing so deep they nearly touch each other.

It got him thinking again, if it can make someone forget, what other tribulations did his actions brought.

He wondered if the notion had something to do with what they released, or a kind of damage from their influence.

“It’s another side effect of the alpha heat. It sends the individuals into such a state of intoxication, they can barely remember anything.”

The lad laugh out loud, finding his expression outright hilarious.

A mix of relief and anxiety crawled into Max, contemplating on the information he’s found out. If such a thing was true, would it mean the others were the same?

Also, if that was the case, what could have caused it? Did they cause a nerve to burst, a piece of the brain to get damage, or perhaps the toxins were so strong it sent the victims into a sort of hallucinations.

These theories haunted him. Unable to calm down from not knowing the reach if the damage they’ve done.

“Did we damage their heads or something? I mean, that’s the only way they can forget about it.”

He asks, curious about the entire case with the victims.

The theories add up if that was the case, because memories have a big part in it.

The thought of doing such a vile thing, especially to innocent individuals, made him tremble in both rage and regret.

Spartacus caught what he was thinking, so he approached him after getting fully dressed.

The guy picked up his clothes, throwing it to him in a jest, throwing his underwear straight into his face.

“You’ll get used to it. You are in that age now, so expect you’ll end up inducing more people. And it’s not like they’re a lost cause.”

The guy’s grin widened, remembering something a while ago.

“Besides, you seem to be a natural at this.”

Upon saying the comment, the lad could no longer hide his laughter. Loud and uncalled for, as it seems, his tone held some merit.

Not sounding criticizing, but more of praising.

Even though his smirk remained meaningful and teasing.

“Whats that supposed to mean?”

Lips curving into a pout, he throws a glare at the fellow. Not liking the critique. Even if sounded positive in a sense, the thought inducing such a scenario didn’t fit right with him.

“We’ll, out of all the people I’ve met with our condition. Not one was able to do what you did a while ago.”

Spartacus tried to put on his serious face, wanting to send the correct message this time.

As he wanted to make him realize he was special among their case.

“How so?”

Max grumbled. The idea of being weird among the already chosen few did not make him feel better. It only made him feel even worse.

He couldn’t hide the twisting of his face and sharpening of his gaze.

“We’ll, you easily snatched away the ones who are already in my field of influence. It’s like you easily over powered my alpha heat with your own. Something like that doesn’t just happen.”

That only made his frown deepen, not having considered the thought.

All this time, he believed the group would move to anyone.

“Isn’t it their decision who they want to do it with?”

He gape in shock, unaware he had done such a thing.

“Nope, not really. Usually, when this happens, affected individuals tend to get confused by the competing heat. And we end up having a competition on whom gets who. But in your case, you basically overpowered me, man! Now that’s something.”

Spartacus had this bewildered grin, as if congratulating him for the deed.

“Is that even good?”

He tried to laugh it off, yet ended up with a sarcastic groan.

“Of course it is. That means you’re the best!”

His friend says, raising his hand for a high five.

He froze for a moment, not knowing what to do, ending up in giving the guy his hand.

It seems his woes were now fixed, and it left him with dealing with the current problem.

“Uhm, so what do we do now? I mean, we can’t just leave them here.”

He asks.

Concerned for the officer’s wellbeing, he now wanted to help them out in some way.

“Do you want to know what we do after this?”

A mischievous grin appeared on Spartacus’ face, reminiscing some stuff from his old home.

Though his unconscious was telling him it was a bad idea, the inkling of curiosity in him couldn’t resist the temptation if finding out what it was.

“This wouldn’t hurt them, now would it?”

He muttered, eyes narrowing, warning his friend he would not tolerate anything, which could very well endanger the group.

“Physically no. But it may damage their reputation in a way.”

The guy snorts, holding on to his laughter because of certain memories he had

That only made Max’s face crumple more, somehow guessing a possible uncouth idea.

“Seriously,man! Didn’t we do enough already?”

He grumbles, not really in the mood for another unknown and tricky activity, though he had to admit he felt a bit excited about it.

“Oh, come on. Consider this as a celebration of our meeting one another!”

Spartacus fluttered his eyelids, making him look like a handsomely deranged lunatic.

Though he knew he might regret it, the guy’s enthusiasm and tricks were entertaining in a way, so he wanted to know what it was he had in mind. After careful consideration and a few moments of bantering with his subconscious, he nodded in agreement.