Chapter 10
"Now then, let us start planning how to defeat the Merchants and take their place as one of the superpowers in the city." I said as I laid upon Ose's back, he was such a good boy.
"I do not feel like planning how to take over a city while laying on top of a giant feline monster is exactly the best choice." Monica said with a deadpan, she still wasn't happy with Ose's presence in the room. Little ingrate, even though I had brought Ose out while believing that his fluffiness would help her calm down.
"On contraire, dear Monica, my position on top of Ose's back is symbolic for my future as the one who shall stand on top of the world. Therefore it is definitely the best choice!" I declared with my finger pointing upwards.
"You look like a high school kid claiming that he can study even while laying down on on his bed with his sheets over him." Monica said, harsh.
"Ok, ok." I said with a groan as I got up from Ose's back.
"So, we will…" I started to explain my plan to Monica.
"Motherfucker!" Squealer, the tinker of the Merchants, yelled as she almost crashed her newest vehicle into the wall. It was one of the downsides of getting high all the time, she always ended up crashing her creations which meant she always needed to make new ones.
At least it always gave her an excuse to tinker, so did that moron Snowflame. Bastard, always setting her rides on fire.
But today felt like a good day. They knew the way those pansies from PRT patrolled which meant that she could drive around her baby without any interferences from those schmucks, and she still hadn't crashed her ride or ran over too many people which was nice too.
But it seemed like the good part of the day was about to end since some soon to be shitstain was standing in her way. Sure she could just move her ride around him but she wasn't going to. Her rides didn't move for nobody except for her!
Not to mention the way that guy just looked at her ride coming at him and simply drank from a bottle he got out of his coat pissed her off. Which meant she was in the right!
"Get rekt, shitstain!" She hollered as she drove her ride right on top of him.
He on the other hand simply drew his arm back and punched forward, his fist meeting her ride and for some reason, the world went backwards as instead of the guy's fist or his whole body, it was her ride that got wrecked.
Though it was getting kinda hard to think, or harder she should say, since she just hit her head to the glass in front of her. And the giant zebra from her dream was there too for some reason.
Then the blackness claimed her.
"You can come out now Monica, my plan was a success." I said to my enslaved scientist with a smile as she got out of her hiding spot.
"Which would have been far more impressive if your plan wasn't just to punch a moving truck." Monica said with an eye roll. Women, they were impossible to impress.
"What was it that you drunk before punching the truck anyway?" She asked as I levitated Squealer out of the wreck.
"Re'em blood based potion. It can make you powerful enough to bench press an eight wheeler even while pure, but I tend to make it stronger." I said as I showed her the bottle before kissing it. It was a recipe that I had gotten from Red Wind the Butcher, a dark wizard from North America before I killed him. He was fun.
"I have no idea what a Re'em is."
"It's like an ox but far bigger and with hide colored golden. Their blood gives strength to whoever drinks it." I explained it to her.
"Isn't it kind of a waste to use it here?"
"Nah, I got lots of Re'em blood in my briefcase, not to mention actual Re'ems." I said with a laugh before turning back to my new prisoner.
"Holy cow, what do they feed this one?" I asked as I poked one of Squealer's enormous breasts. They actually might be the biggest pair I have ever seen, even bigger than Madame Zabini's and mademoiselle Gabrielle Delacour's.
"Don't know don't care. Let's just get going." Monica groaned. She really looked stressed for some reason.
She really should have accepted my offer to her about letting Ose hug her. I know that Ose's hugs always made me feel better. Not to mention…
Who the hell are those guys running towards us?
"In the name of our lord and savior, the Cocaine, release my fellow believer!" One of the guys yelled at us with bloodshot eyes, his white hair billowing as he ran towards us in his red outfit that had some sort of white symbol on it. He also had bluish fire on his hands.
The other guy on the other hand was far less impressive, he looked like a pink skinned mundane game goblin wearing trash bags. Kinda like actual goblins but grosser.
"Ok, time to get out of here." I said as I threw Squealer on my shoulder and grabbed Monica and then apparated away.
"I am guessing that you didn't like our escape method much."
"BLEGH!" Monica continued to puke into the toilet as my answer.
"Yeah, apparation isn't exactly Kind at first, but you get used to it after a while. At least most people do." I muttered the last part, knowing that neither Harry or Albus Potter ever managed to get used to it.
"Not… getting used to… never doing… that again." Monica said while coughing, looking like death crawled over.
"You know what, I'll prepare something for you so that you'll feel better." I said with a pat on her shoulder.
"Just gotta put this one in her place." I said with a smile as I patted Squealer in the butt, I had placed her beside us while Monica was emptying her gut, before hauling her over my shoulder.
This would be fun after she wakes up.