Holy shit! Does that mean as I take lifeforce from others, it will extend my life? Holy fucking hell!
Finally, he comes to his wits and cries, “Just blow up my collar already!”
Squatting so that I am at his level, I say to him softly, “Nope, I think instead I will take your lifeforce and leave you with like a month or so, and then let you go. You’ll be walking around knowing that you only have a month or so to live before you die suddenly. Yeah, I like that idea. Killing you instantly would be too good for what you did to those Elves.”
Shaking his head, Mig shouts, “No! You need to kill me now!” and he scrambles up to run away.
“Stop,” I tell him in English, and he falls over where he is, flat on his face.
“Bridget. Earth. Lift him and root him in place with vines so he cannot run, please,” I tell her now green-colored Elemental self. Bridget doesn’t say anything but nods and picks Mig up with one arm. She knows the seriousness of this now.
Leeha comes up to me and puts her arm around my waist, looking up at me. “Are you sure about this? I can kill him,” she says softly.
“No, I need to get information out of him. And if I can’t, for what he did to your people, as I am sure he was involved, he needs to pay. I saw the arrows in some of those dead Elves back there.” I tell her softly, looking down at her.
I fucking hate this world, but I love Leeha and her people. Whatever they are doing at the Lake of Ruins, these humans need to pay. Feeling an arm around my other side, I look down, and it’s Bridget.
“Done, Alex,” she says softly. “I need you to release him so I can bind him properly.”
I look over and see that Mig is only partially bound because of the way he had fallen in such an awkward position. Nodding to her, I say, “Go,”
As soon as he can move again, Mig screams, “You can’t do this! I’m human, like you!”
“I am nothing like you,” I shoot back with such anger that he shuts up quickly and looks at me in surprise. I walk up to him as he is being bound with more vines. “I am nothing like the humans on this fucking world. And I am going to make sure that you humans learn to fucking live in peace with the rest of the races, or fucking help me God, I will make your lives fucking brutal. Now, I am going to ask you one more fucking time. What. Is. Going. On.”
“I can’t tell you,” he says, crying openly, slumped in defeat.
“Very well,” I tell him, and then I place my whole hand against him this time, not just a finger.
Time to absorb your target’s life force. 00:00:4:59
As I had suspected, my finger was limiting how quickly I could take his life force. I watch as his life force drains, so I see his face start to twist in pain, and I hear him start grunting.
“It seems that using my whole hand on you will mean I can take your life force quicker. Goodbye Mig, it wasn’t nice meeting you, but hey, thanks for extending my life, though,” I tell him with an evil grin. Come on, you fucker. Back out! Tell me what the fuck I want to know. I don’t want to kill you, but I will if I have to.
“What?!?” Mig shouts in surprise at my news.
“Yes. It seems I have the ability to take your lifeforce and add it to mine. So you have roughly four minutes left. Well, more really, as I will remove my hand early enough to give you a month or so to live. I’ll take the collar off you and let you go on your way, knowing that you have less than a month to live, but not knowing when you will keel over and die. Maybe you will be eating or even having your last fuck? Who knows. But I won’t care at that point,” I tell him intently.
“Wait! I’ll talk,” he says, trying to back up from my hand. “Just remove your hand!” I take my hand off of him, and he slumps down even further.
Lifeforce absorbed: 5 years.
Jesus, five years in that short period of time? Good to know for the future. I will need to see if I can do that against monsters. But for now, at least he is willing to talk.
“Now, what’s going on at this Lake of Ruins?”
“I just want you to know it wasn’t my idea,” he says defensively, looking up at me almost pleadingly.
“All right,” I say to him, now confused. What the fuck is he talking about?
“We found a portal,” he says slowly.
“A portal?” Leeha asks Mig, just as confused as me.
Mig nods and continues. “About a year ago, while a bunch of us were out hunting, we decided to try out our skills at the Lake of Ruins. We heard it was hard, but we were a bunch of tough guys and we thought we would be able to handle it. Well, we got there and on the side of the lake we found some kind of roundish black stone with swirling lights that were giving off sparks of some sort.”
I stare at Mig in shock. No fucking way? That sounds exactly like the fucking portal that my God threw me into to come to this world!
“At first, we didn’t know what to think,” Mig says, shaking his head, “but then one of us touched it, and it killed him. But then we noticed that after he died, the thing got blacker. We had horses with us, so we shoved one of them against it. It died, but nothing happened. We were a large group.
