Psycho Killers (Wade & Somber)

Wade Von Doom

All Caps when you spell the man's name
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Preferred Character Gender
  1. Male
  2. Female
Genres
Sci-fi, modern, horror, a bit of dark romance stories.
The tale of Ben Forbes is such a strange tale. One of mystery for certain, as most of his life is shrouded in it. He grew up an orphan, and spent most of his life centered around crime, though rumors vary between him involved with gangs, mafias, underground markets to sell illegal goods, even leading terrorists groups. The reality is only known to the man himself, but he's never been one to discuss his past, not out of shame, but rather he knows it's unbelievable. Would you believe him if he said he could travel between universes, and is the chief of staff to military of an authoritarian government in a far off future, where earth's colonies rebelled, founded their own governments based of Marxist ideologies, and eventually went to war with each other with two colonies becoming one massive country called Olvania.

No of course you wouldn't, you'd rightly call that out as bullshit and fucking stupid. And Ben himself was aware of the ridiculous nature of such an explanation, but he didn't see any reason to reveal it. The technology behind his ability to travel was highly advanced, only he knew about its origin, and he always planned on using it to his own advantage, as power could be easily gained with it. An entire multiverse to travel across, an endless wealth of information, technologies, magic even, everything one would need to become the most powerful person imaginable, second only to a god if you knew what you were doing.

And Ben certainly had a plan. He was, in the words of others, 'a sick psychopathic misogynistic pig,' only seeing people as objects for his personal goals. And...... Yeah, there's no denying he was a genuine sociopath who cared little for others due to a lack of an emotional connection and, well, giving enough a of damn about them. If he saw you as a obstacle, expect either a shiv across the throat, or a bullet lodge through the skull. If you died painfully, try not to scream so loudly. Though he wasn't lacking in charm to hide that side of his, Ben was a regular Harry Lime to speak with, having a cunning and witty personality as if he was showing off, but a more mischievous side many wouldn't notice from his smile. Ben enjoyed being the life of the party, wanting to be the Great Gatsby of hosts where his parties were wild and the booze ran freely, all while he watched from the sidelines to enjoy his work, as if he was a puppet master watching his finalized work.

His biggest trait, or rather critic, depending on who you ask, is his love of romance. Specifically, the sexual side of partnership. He was always one to woo and flirt with those he found an interest in, no matter the gender, and his mind was filled with kink, fetishes, fantasies, whatever you enjoyed or disliked he likely tried with a partner or two. Even if some were illegal. He never said no to a night of lustful delights, but he never truly found companionship in any of them, placing each partner into three groups: His 'members,' his friends, and his one night stands. His 'members' were usually addicts or troubled people, those he could easily convince and persuade, even give them guidance in his newly opened rehab center, a community where they could be surrounded by those who shared their experiences, and gave them love in return. Some called it a harem, as it was filled with men and women Ben slept with, but when closely examined, you realize this 'harem' is more like a cult, as they all worship Ben as if he is their savior, following his orders to the tee like fanatics to a religion. While he never abused or hurt them, there was still plenty to suggest gas lighting, indoctrination, brainwashing techniques used to make them more open to suggestion.

Those he couldn't keep under his thumb were simply friends with benefits or one night stands never to be seen again. His sexual life was a peak into his brain, a visual of how he treats those he likes, a glimmer into his twisted mind. Ben's background may have been odd, but it was nothing compared to the mind he kept well hidden from public view. But, we have studied the chief of staff long enough, now is the time to tell a story with him, is it not? Ladies and gentleman, this is a story about fraud. About lies. About action, suspense, romance, mystery, intrigue, spies, sexual content, and of course, character study. This is, after all, a tale about a manipulative, womanizing multiverse traveler, who plans on turning a two planet nation built upon Marxist beliefs into a monarchy, with our male in question naming himself king, finding the one true love of his life. It's such a strange setting, with strange characters and an even stranger story, with an conclusion surely to be just as strange.

We do hope you enjoy.

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It was evening. Around four in the afternoon. The sky was clear of clouds and still glowed blue, while the sun was slowly fading down below the horizon. There was a small house not too far from a village, near the large fields of crops. It was a farm house, with a barn not too far away. A woman wearing ragged clothing covered in dirt was finishing up for the day, as she pulled up a bucket of water from the nearby well. Clearing her forehead of sweat, she looked to the dirt road leading to the village, with two small fields of crops on both sides.

There, she saw a horse. Its fur was pure black with white marks on the hooves, and its rider wore a heavy armor. The sight was majestic, as the armor was beautifully crafted and shined off the sun's rays like the noble hero was finally returning home after a long journey. Course, he wasn't gone for very long, two days at minimum as he led a small group of soldiers to the borders of their home nation to check the outposts, as the neighboring country was heard to be having some 'issues.' Everything though was still good, and he returned home without a scratch.

He stopped his horse and got off, while the woman smiled softly and walked towards him, the two embracing each other with a hug. The man smiled back and was happy to be home. The woman took the horses reigns and guided the animal to the barn, while the man entered his home, removing his armor once inside. Relaxed, he went to the bedroom to check on the little man, his year old son; sound asleep in his crib and covered with a blanket. The young child looked more and more like his mother each day, as he had beautiful blue eyes and was starting to grow bright blonde hair, though he still retained his father's facial features.

When his father cradled the infant in his arms, he stayed asleep, with his father rocking back and forth to keep him so. The mother entered the room not too long after, watching the sleeping boy from over his shoulder. Both parents smiled to each other, then slowly kissed. They were very passionate for each other, becoming love birds since when they were children.

Of course, forces beyond their imagination were at play in their world. And I don't mean magically.

Only a week later, on the porch of that same house, the sky was burning. In the distance, where the village was, every building was on fire, with the smoke billowing the night. It wasn't an invasion by the other country, far from it. Another army, one from what many believed was another dimension, invaded the other nation, destroyed it, and was now moving on to this one. They wielded weapons unlike anything seen before, as if they could harness the destructive power of the sun itself.

The father was in charge of defending the village from the invaders, but his troops were no match. He fled to his home to save his wife and child, but he was too late. The enemy had reached his home first. The attacker tried to kill him, but while the man fought back with as much as he could, the enemy was too strong. The front door broke open, and collapsed was the father, his throat sliced open and spewing blood across the floor. As he was dying, the attacker slowly entered the house. He had no weapon, no armor, no shield, just a suit.

A suit and tie, which he straightened out as he walked inside. The mother was shaking behind a wall, fear taking over her thoughts, as she was scared for not herself, but her child. The invader walked around, looking for whoever he could, but as he peaked around the corner, the mother attacked; stabbing him in the throat. It did nothing. Only sparks flew off him, and the attacker was quick to smash the mothers head into the wall as hard as he could; knocking her out cold.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his actual weapon, and fired two rounds into her skull, smiling all to sadistically. The loud bangs caused the child to suddenly cry out, scared of such a noise, but drawing the attention of the attacker. He entered the bedroom and looked to the crib, seeing the lonely child crying tears of fear and wishing for its mother. He looked at the child up and down, still smiling as he was unaffected by the infant. "Look at you," he said to the infant, "quite healthy, no physical disabilities, a very strong bloodline of warriors I can guess, and quite the innocent look. I imagine you'd be involved in this world, be a major player somehow, like the dragon slayer or savior of the realm." He continued to speak down to the child, as it stilled cried.

"Come now, no need to cry. I'm not planning to hurt you, on the contrary." The invader picked up the child by the arms and raised him up to the height of his head, his arms stretched out so the baby could see him. "You have a lot of potential. Hate to see that be wasted." The child stopped crying after some time and looked into the invader's red eyes. "How about we skip with my boss' orders, hm? Wouldn't mind taking you under my wing, being your dad. Be a fun challenge, don't you agree?" The child's tears dripped down his face, with some snot coming out his nose.

"No need to worry. You're in good hands." The invader cradled the infant and slowly rocked him, still smiling, but this time with more comfort than anything sadistic behind it. He walked out the room and past the now dead bodies, reaching the porch. "Before, we go however," he put the child down and entered the house once again, only to come out a minute later, "tie up loose ends." He said, picking up the child again.

The two disappeared from the farm, and seconds later did the house explode into a massive fire.

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With that, Ben's eyes opened and he suddenly flinched his upper body upwards from his Ben. It took a few moments, but he got the surroundings of his room again as his vision got used to the light. It was around 7:30 in the morning, and Ben wasn't exactly in the best mindset for school. He had a late night, staying up a little later than usual thanks to his new laptop. Never had one in his life until now, and he saved up all summer for it. The machine was a good one too, high functioning with multitasks and can play games at high quality, and the first thing he tried out was Portal 2, since that came free with his new Steam account. Eventually, he finally lifted himself up out of the covers and looked around the room with saggy eyes, trying to start up his brain for the day. With a large yawn and stretching out his arms, he grabbed his phone and turned off the alarm, rubbing his eyes with the free hand.

It was 8:30, with the sun shining into his large room and down onto the back of his head. His king sized bed was a mess, with the covers mangled around, and he was only wearing briefs for pajamas, though he had no issue looking at his own body. The man was quite well built, as well recently going to barbers for a hair cut and shave to look his best. Jumping out of bed, the blonde went over to the bathroom in the hallway and entered, starting the shower. With a quick look into the mirror, he looked over his facial features and hair cut, with his platinum blonde hair shining from the bathroom light and stunning blue eyes peering over his slender body. He wasn't as buff as he wanted to be, but he was making progress slowly. The muscles were starting to show, and his workout was getting much more intense each weekend he had available.

He wanted to look good, if only to impress the girls at school. Giving himself a egotistic smirk, he jumped into the shower and began playing music, 'Pompeii' by Bastille. Once Ben was done with his own cleaning up, plus a small working of push-ups to help get the joints ready for the day, he dressed himself with a light black T-Shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and a soft shell jacket with a turtle neck he kept unzipped. It was a nice day out, he only wanted it on because it might be cold for the morning. His 'parent' was gone for the day, having to travel up to Canada for a business meeting with potential clients, but Ben enjoyed the house to himself. It was almost like a mansion, the thing was big, but not stupid rich big, just fancy and luxurious enough to know his 'dad' had money. He grabbed his backpack, put whatever he needed inside it, jumped down the stairs, made himself breakfast, put some food in the dog bowl and opened up the sliding door with the doggy door, and off he went.

He had his own car, one he bought with the help of his adopted parent, and it was a pretty good one. Around ten years old, but no rust or problems so far, and the inside was in good shape as well. The school he went to was a big one, housing several hundred students in the center of the town next to the city, but remove the traffic and it was a quick trip there. He listened to more music on the way there, listening to some Rolling Stones songs, and parked in the lot next to the building, which luckily wasn't taken yet. He did admittedly paint 'reserved slot' on it, like it belonged to one of the teachers, but no one complained yet or took the spot. Why ruin a good thing?

Walking into school, he gave one more yawn as he readied himself for the day.
 
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The alarm beeped annoyingly at 7:30. Asmaria was less than delighted to hear it, another Monday morning. Her hand lightly tapped onto the top of the clock she had on her nightstand. Taking a look around, her room was nice and neat. There were quite a few trinkets and plushies she had purchased with the money she had saved up. White, sky blue, and soft pinks made up the room scheme colors. There was a long vertical mirror beside her door. As she slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but a plain long t-shirt and her undies, she noticed that her pink hair was nice and messy.

Asmaria's leg muscles shown in her thighs as she walked down the hall to her bathroom. Although it wasn't the biggest bathroom, she found that it worked out well with what she needed it for. When she turned the nobs to turn on the shower, she made sure to keep the water cool. Not only will this wake her up, but she preferred cold showers to hot ones. It didn't take long for her to walk back into her room with nothing but a towel and her hair finely brushed. Now, it was time for her most difficult decision... finding something to wear to school.

After 10 more minutes of trying on clothes, she settled into her nicely fitting dark blue jeans. A white spaghetti strapped tank, to which she tucked into her jeans. Last but not least, she had her black leather jacket put on. Her hair was pulled up into a sloppy-looking ponytail, some of the front of her hair falling out of the ponytail and ends up being tucked behind her ear.

A ring could be heard from her cell, to which she didn't even look at the caller ID. "Yo," she said shortly, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and finding the keys to her apartment to lock the door behind her. It ended up being a call from one of the girls from school. It wasn't a theater girl, but one of the artsy fartsy kinds. The girl on the other end merely asked if Asmaria was ready to be picked up for school. Asmaria's lips curled into a devious smile. "Yeah bitch, be down in 2." As quickly as she answered, Asmaria hung up on the girl. She looked through her phone on her way down the stairs to the entrance of the apartment buildings, there were no messages from her boss and her eye twitched slightly. "I'm bored."

The artsy girl, Jaina, was waiting for Asmaria in her car. A goth-looking chick who put on foundation that was much lighter than her actual skin tone. But Asmaria wasn't one to judge. Once Asmaria opened the car door, some death metal could be heard blasting from inside. "Thanks for the ride, Jaina." Asmaria gave her a wink and Jaina simply rolled her eyes with a hint of a smile too. It wasn't long before the two made it to school. Jaina dropped Asmaria off at the entrance of the school. Asmaria shifted one leg out after another, standing there confidently and merely gave a backwards wave as Jaina drove away. Anyone who saw her would notice a huge bubblegum bubble forming from her lips. "Another Monday." Asmaria grumbled. What trouble can I get into today? She wondered with an evil grin.
 
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The halls were busy with kids bustling about, getting ready for the next school day. Ben himself was quite relaxed, even with the loud noises echoing all throughout the school, as teens talked and discussed what was for homework, what they watched last night, discussing movies they saw, some casual mentions of the girls they were seeing, but Ben just enjoyed 'Check the Rhime' by A Tribe Called Quest from the comfort of his headphones. The padding fit around his ears and blocked outside noise perfectly, and with the volume at just the right level, Ben didn't hear a thing.


Getting to his locker, Ben began pulling out books for today's classes, staying to himself. A couple people came up to him to ask some questions, those who considered Ben a friend, with most of them being about plans for what he has in store. Everyone in school liked Ben, he was easy to talk to, no one had anything bad to say about him, he spoke intelligently but seemed very down to earth, and anyone could approach him for a conversation. He got along with everyone, even the teachers, and he seemed like a perfect kid. Course, Ben wasn't. He was a bit of a politician, this man was, as when Ben first started school, he knew he wanted to be 'the' kid everyone looked up to and admired.

A focus was on being popular, and how he got popular was through making friends with the right people, hanging out with them, being careful in his choice of words, and before he knew it, two people became ten, then twenty, and so on from there. Pretty soon he was hosting parties for people to come to, like you had just entered Gatsby's palace, but he wasn't without his critics. He had his issues, with sometimes threatening students he thought were being disrespectful, and those who spoke back were seen as outsiders. Saying a bad word about the platinum blonde could lead to heavy bullying about the 'lies' you were spreading, enough to make you quit school.

And his list of exes, hooooooo-ly, this lad somehow kept getting women to be in a relationship with him, but it was a revolving door. So many didn't interest Ben after the first week, not because they were unattractive, but rather many of them didn't feel comfortable with sex yet. Ben, being the understanding type, just started cheating on them instead, and before he knew it, he had a list of exes to avoid. It was almost a running joke with Ben, how he kept getting a GF every other week, but again, no one said anything bad about his character.

Things didn't seem like they would change in that regard. His first class of the day was music class, seniors were allowed some choices for what they wanted to do, and Ben decided to try out music instead, since he felt that would be a nice change to the usual subjects he was taught, like math, science, English. Some of the more tedious ones, so a music class would be a nice change to the repetition. The class would start at around 9:30, with students lining up in the band room, waiting for the teacher to arrive. Ben sat in front, still listening to music as his mind wandered into space.
 
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The school was getting more and more crowded by the minute. Many of the theater kids hanging out at each others lockers. Asmaria continued to blow her bubble gum, opening her locker and getting the corresponding notebooks and texts. There were a few who walked over to her to talk and make some jokes about how since she was a senior she is sure to get one of the leads even if she didn't audition. It's not like she tried to become popular. It was just something that happened after she auditioned her freshman year. For some reason she got the lead role for the musical, even though she was very unsatisfied with her singing. But once she heard the others sing, she realized why she was given the part and easily maneuvered her way through the jealous upper classman.

It was said that one of the most popular guys had the hugest crush on her. The thing was, he was 18 and she was still a freshman. And word had it, they still slept together. As far as dating, Asmaria turned down anyone who asked. But flirting and teasing weren't out of the question when it came to a string of girls or guys. She was playful, sexy, and loved to tease. But she wasn't one to date. It's been 3 years since she was a freshman though, and with work came less time for school and lovers.

After Asmaria closed her locker she got called over to the usual group of theater kids to partake in their discussions. This time it was love interests. Each would look to Asmaria with curious eyes. "And you Asmaria? You like anyone?" They all chuckle. As does Asmaria.

"You all know the answer to that," She turned to one of the shy freshman of the group and takes a hold of her chin, her blue-green eyes dancing around the young girls features. The young girl blushed madly and her eyes widened as Asmaria leaned closer to the girls lips. "Now don't we?" She lustfully breathed. One of the others rolled their eyes and pulled Asmaria back. The poor freshman was blushing madly and frozen in place. Asmaria merely smiled mischievously and waved to the group. "If you don't mind, I've gotta get to class. As should the rest of you."

Asmaria made her way down the halls she's traveled for 4 years now. It wasn't anything new to enter the band room as she has partaken in many instruments to play. There were some new faces, mostly seniors whom she's seen in some of her other classes throughout the years. No one stood out too much to her, but there was quite the group hovering around the blonde guy. Oh yeah, that guy, she thought to herself. It was a surprise for some that the two never got acquainted for both being relatively popular. As she made her way in there were quite a few people who turned from him to greet her. Asmaria nodded to them with a half smile. "Yo." She took a seat, and placed her hands in her pockets as she waited for the teacher to arrive.
 
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Ben was rubbing his eyes when Asmaria entered the room, trying to wake himself up after a very long night. Honestly, while he chose music to have an easy transition into the school day, it didn't mean he wouldn't prefer staying in bed. It was a very early morning, it was cloudy out but not raining yet, and if he took off his headphones he knew he'd start getting a headache from the noise. But, once he opened his eyes again, he noticed the very beautiful woman come in, with pink hair, stunning looks, and piercing eyes like his own.

He knew of Asmaria, he had been since his first year, and while they were some of the most popular kids, Ben never tried to get to know her. They talked once, and they knew the basics around each other, like name and year, but that was when two groups of their friends mingled together, and their conversation was quite brief. Not to say she wasn't beautiful, far from it, she had an amazing body, but as far as talking to each other?

With Ben's history of consistently having a new girlfriend every other month it felt like, and both of them being so popular they didn't feel the need to reach out, adding that their school schedules never matched up, likely Ben felt he didn't need to speak with her. But, he was single again, and now that they were in the same class, maybe now would be a good time to talk. Wouldn't be the worst thing if she said no to him, he's had worse responses from people.

They sat very close to each other, a chair between them as they both waited for the teacher to arrive. Ben decided to make the first move. "Hey." He said, giving her a wave and little smirk. Unless she knew about his history of exes, they didn't have any bad experiences between each other.
 
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Asmaria looked over to the man who talked to her. Ben was his name, and he had quite a history of being a ladies man, and had quite the line of exes as well. There were plenty of theater girls who swooned over him and got their hearts broken from him too. Both upper classman and under classman throughout the years. Most of the hearts he broke were of girls she didn’t particularly like anyways.

She leaned back in her chair with ease and looked over to Ben, a smirk of her own beginning to form. “Morning lady killer.” This was the first time Asmaria had her eyes roam over his body. He had a nice face, and a smoking fit body as well. She placed her fingers on her chin as she examined him, not even hiding he fact she was checking him out. “No wonder all the women want you.” She looked back to his eyes, her eyes glinting with wonder and playful lust. “I do have a bone to pick with you though, stealing all those beautiful women from me.” Her arms were now crossed and those around the two could sense the electricity that was now in the air as their eyes kept looking into one another’s.

There were whispers from the others around them. All were astonished by the two infamous popular kids talking. The longer Asmaria looked in his eyes the more she took note of the glint he had in his eyes. The look was as wild and chaotic as hers. This intrigued her. Never in her life did she imagine she would meet someone with that same glint in their eye. No wonder no girlfriend he had was enough for him to keep. All girls here were boring and petty with their own problems and insecurities. If she had only met Ben earlier... she chuckled to herself and leaned back in her chair again, feeling satisfied. Oh the things they could pull off together.
 
Well her first impression certainly took him off guard. She would see him taken aback by the line, not expecting that to be her first words towards him; his head tilted backwards slightly. This was unique. For a moment, Ben thought she said that to show no interest in him, make it clear the rumors of exes didn't escape her and she wouldn't take his shit. But, as she looked at him more, noticing the smirk on her face, Ben realized it was simply her teasing him. Her line afterwords made him chuckle. "Shame they can't handle me then." He retorted, looking her over as well. It seemed the two already had a connection, the two big egos connecting better than magnets to metals.

Her last line did make him curious though, stealing all those women. Was she bi? It wasn't like the school didn't have gay students, but Ben had never gone out with one before, so if things continued to go well, he wouldn't mind that. Ideas already popped in his head of things they could try out. "Well I don't mean to make a contest out of it, but maybe I'm good with getting girls because I'm better at it than you?" He told her, clearly also teasing her. "Not to say you're not beautiful, you'd make any straight girl wanna try the same sex for a day, but I doubt you have the charm of a rock star and the body of a Greek God." He leaned forward in his seat like a smug prick, enjoying the boasting between each other.

Now he regretted ever going after all those other girls. They did seem the same, but there were some differences. She seemed wild and crazy, and Ben was more neutral and suave, but together they would make a great, or deadly, duo.
 
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Asmaria chuckled and crossed her legs over one another. “My body most certainly doesn’t look like yours, no. But I at least make it clear with either women or men that I like flings and nothing else. I don’t do the one week dating thing.” She eyed him, wondering how personally he would take that.

“I can’t help but to see that glint in your eye Ben,” she slightly licked her lips at her words. “It matches mine.” Her eyes flickered to him again, some would mistake it for lust, but it was actually bloodlust. And she knew he would be able to tell the difference. “Although I never dated anyone... I wouldn’t mind dating you.” She smirked and looked towards the door as the teacher walked in.

“Sorry I’m late, had terrible traffic this morning,” he grumbled and adjusted his glasses. He eyed Asmaria and gave her a slightly glare, to which she waved, happily taking in his discontent.

“Morning teach. Let me guess I’m on piano again?” She playfully asked.

“Yeah, morning.” He gritted his teeth and adjusted his papers, not even answering her question. It wasn’t long before rolecall was taken and everyone was given a syllabus. Asmaria didn’t look up from her papers once, seeming to be very intrigued with what was written down.

Before class ended though, Ben found a piece of paper on top of his syllabus with her number on it. Asmaria stood and nodded towards Ben. “See ya around, lady killer.”
 
Ben gave her a soft laugh, taking the jab not too seriously. He was good with how seriously he took himself, while he enjoyed ego stroking and making himself seem better than anyone, (outside of school at the very least, acting that way won't get you many friends,) it wasn't fragile and he certainly wasn't thin skinned. His laugh lasted only a few moments, reacting to her with, "I'm someone who prefers having company than just a warm body in bed, gives me better satisfaction." That was a bold face lie and he knew it, he would gladly take sex over company, but he found it easier to get with them if he promised a relationship than just a need for getting past second base.

However, before he could continue with that line of thought, Asmaria spoke up again. Mentally, he raised an eyebrow towards her for the eye glint comment, surprised that she not only picked up on it, but felt brave enough to say it to him. She looked nearly psychotic from that glare she gave him, as he picked up on it instantly, and his small little smirk changed to a half wide smile, showing off his white teeth. "I'll be damned," Was all he said, sounding impressed. The smile seemed quite mischievous as her own, and how he stared back was nearly the same, just with more of a suave and natural glare.

She was good. Really damn good.

When she mentioned dating, he didn't have time to react before the teacher came in, but she would see a second of his eyebrows rising up massively. Things went from 1 to 11 quickly, it all happened so fast, Ben was dizzy. He didn't speak over to her once class started, since the conversation was best left to when they were both alone, but he couldn't help but glare over to her every once in a while to sneak a small smirk to her.

As class ended, he bent down in his chair to pick up his backpack, and when he looked back to his desk, her number was on top of his syllabus. All he did was watch her leave, not speaking back after her goodbye, damn near motionless. He looked over the number and picked it up. Maria was one hell of a curiosity, one he would be crazy to pass up on. It only took half an hour before she would get a text from him, and while his name didn't appear in it, she would know from how it was worded.

"If you can, meet me out front at end of day. I can drive you home. Look forward to talking more." It ended with a winking evil emoji, teasing her with the glare she gave him back in class. When the day ended, Ben could be seen in the half empty parking lot; leaning against the hood of his red jeep, looking over the entrance for her.
 
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"Word has it you and Ben finally spoke." A girl approached Asmaria at her locker. When Asmaria leered over to the girl, it was in fact a cheerleader. Blake was her name, another of the many 'popular' people in the school. By the looks of it, Blake was less than happy to report that news. Asmaria was starting to take delight in her anger.

"We did, seems he's more interesting than I had first thought." Asmaria flashed her eyes to Blake, in some sort of challenge. Asmaria knew this would anger Blake more. It was only a moment, but Blake took a hold of Asmaria's shoulder and slammed it back against the lockers. This took Asmaria by surprise as she watched Blake attempt to threaten her.

"Stay away from him, he is mine." She seethed through her teeth. Asmaria only chuckled at Blake's words.

"You all dated once yeah?" Asmaria leaned her face closer to Blake's. "The longest lasting relationship he had with anyone. And it was what? A month?"

Blake pointed her finger in Asmaria's face. "Stay away from him. I know your motives and I won't let you do that to him!"

"Oh Blake," Asmaria gasped, one of her hands being held inbetween her breasts, and the other roaming its way down to her crotch. "You know I like it rough." It was then when Blake released Asmaria, looking disgusted. Asmaria adjusted herself, "You know I don't date, why be scared?"

"This isn't about dating, this is about you two getting intimate." Blake crossed her arms and glared harder at Asmaria. "I will destroy you, if you even dare get closer to him."

Asmaria merely shrugged and closed her locker door. "You can't really stop me, and I love getting destroyed." She said with a wink. "Good luck trying to tear me down though, my thrown is much higher than yours." Before Blake could attempt to react, Asmaria was long gone out the front doors, now checking her phone for messages. One was from the boss, and the next one was from an unknown number. But after reading it, it wasn't too hard for her to figure out who it was.

Her eyes scanned the parking lot until she noticed Ben leaning against his car. A smile perched on her lips, and she walked with ease over to him. "Sorry to keep you waiting, I had some business." A giggle escaped her lips, "Nice of you to offer me a ride, lady killer."
 
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Ben chuckled back at her. "No issue from me." He replied, moving around to actually open the passenger door for her to get in. "Think I need a good nickname for you too..... How's Lesbi sound?" Bit more on the nose than Maria's, but she would get the joke. Once she got in, Ben quickly entered the driver's seat, starting up the car and slowly driving out the parking lot. "So where do you live?" He asked, stopping at a stop sign. "If things go well, I'd enjoy seeing what your place looks like. But I'm happy to take you home with me too, my owns a small little farm, and we have plenty of animals for you to see."

Because that's what they would do there. Look at the animals. "I have a few dogs, some horses, even some chickens. I don't mean to make it sound like paradise, but the mornings are beautiful to watch." He wasn't being subtle in his suggestions to Maria, but it was clear they didn't need to be. They knew what they wanted from each other, and Ben was more than happy to give it to her. He did have something more serious to ask her though, since he wasn't doing this just for one night.

There was something there, something under the skin and in her mind. It would put off most people, but for Ben, it only added more interest in her beyond just a warm body in bed. "I'll admit, you're a good actor." He told her, looking over at her. "At least I'm hopeful. There's certainly more to you than just a pretty look, though if you don't feel like speaking about it, I'm fine with just keeping quiet."
 
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Asmaria leaned her head into her hand, looking out the window, a smirk on her face as she listened to him. "It's up to you weather we get to go to my tiny apartment for the night or to your... 'barn.'" She chuckled and took her leather jacket off. It was certainly hot outside, which left her in just her jeans and spaghetti white tank now. The jacket was neatly folded and placed in her lap as she watched the trees and houses go by. Giving him directions to her place wasn't hard.

"I have to be a good actor, it's a part of who we both are." She pointed out, not even beating around the bush with the facts. "I can tell you are interested in me for more than my body." Asmaria let the words hang in the air between them for a minute before continuing. "I love that psychotic intent in your eyes Ben. It really gets me hot." Although she squirmed in her seat, it was merely her teasing him. "Besides, I have nothing to hide from you. There doesn't need to be secrets hidden from you if you answer one question for me." It was a bit rare, but Asmaria was serious on asking him this question. This would make or break if she would talk about her chaotic tendencies and murderous desires.

"What do you think of murder?"
 
Ben gave another small laugh, this one a bit more intense. She was a real nympho by the sounds of it, and while Ben wasn't a stranger to his own desires of sex, he never felt comfortable being outright with it. Fear of alienating his girlfriends as being this sex driven machine with no real interest in them, or anything interesting about himself. To hear her say it was a turn on, but also brought him a weird relief. "You do look sexy with that crazy glare." He commented back, smiling with charm. Though, her question made it disappear as she asked it.

He was curious about why she asked it, but she would see no real concern from it. There was more a casual reaction to it, like it wasn't as big a deal as she believed it was. "I don't particularly care for it. It's just a means to an end, to get you want you want." He answered honestly. Such a question was strange to him, but not alienating. Just something he never asked himself, since he didn't care if someone died. As long as it wasn't him, a million people could die tomorrow and it wouldn't affect him. "I.... prefer power." He told her back. "I find..... A lot of enjoyment in control. But, not in an obsessive way, like you should always be mine, and if you aren't, I'll cut your throat, but just.... I don't know, admiration from people is more fulfilling for me than just having them do what I want, I don't know how to explain it."

He always had trouble saying it, but there that glint in his eyes similar to Maria's was there as he spoke about, as if he was on the cusp of figuring it out, but the more he spoke, the stupider it sounded in his head.
 
“So, tell me,” Asmaria reverted back to her normal self from the answer. “What if someone threatened your power? How would you handle such a troubling scenario?” She chuckled and her eyes danced over his facial expressions.

Her eyes looked bright and beautiful. Although her hair was dyed pink, it seemed to naturally fit her. Even her roots showed no signs of discoloration. Many people would deny that her hair was that color, but many wondered after seeing her for years with the same color and no sign of anything else.

The GPS would give directions every so often as the two talked and flirted. This was the first time Asmaria has experienced not caring where the destination was, as long as it was with someone else. In this case it was Ben. She was extremely curious to his chaotic look. What was hiding behind those eyes?
 
It didn't take long for Ben to reply. "They would die." It was so quick and casually said, almost a blank expression on his face once said, something much more different from what she saw just a second ago. She would feel a very cold persona around him during that response, nearly robotic. It faded away just as fast, with Ben giving a single chuckle, some life back in his eyes. "You enjoy going this fast with people?" He asked her, finally speaking up on the matter. "I understand that you want to know why I'm like this, but you could be very wrong about it. I don't find pleasure in killing people, I certainly haven't done it before, but it's just a means to an end for me." Once again, she would feel a very cold sense around him, speaking plainly about the subject.

"....... Power is...... Fun. Having that control and influence, no matter what it is, makes you feel..... Joy, for lack of a better word. Everyone is just simple, they're machines, they work off basic human coding with morals of good and bad, but they don't realize it can be used against them. If you know how to do, then why wouldn't you? Because that's wrong? Well, what's wrong with doing something that gives you purpose or meaning in life, why wouldn't you want to be happy?" And yet again, she could see another change in him, this one of a strange excitement as he finally was able to describe why he enjoyed power. This would be what Maria was looking for.

"Those ideas of moral codes are simply there to limit yourself, they're the most human part about you that people convinced you are wrong. But they're the greatest strengths about you. And for myself, I find that I enjoy making people do what I want, and while I'm not obsessive over, I have enough foresight to realize there are seven billion people. One dying under my watch won't mean the universe will end."

As he finally finished, they pulled up to another stop sign, but no cars were coming, yet Ben didn't continue to drive. Instead, he rubbed his hands along his face, and she would hear him start to laugh again. "That was long winded." He said once he finished. "If you found that pretentious, I don't blame you, think that's been building up inside my head for a while." It was weirdly therapeutic for Ben.
 
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Asmaria merely listened to Ben speaking to her, taking note of his different expressions and tone in his voice. The air changed around him on the different subjects too. This was different from everyone she's met. So interesting... so fun. She never smiled, but her eyes danced as she continued to bore her eyes on his face.

"Pretentious? People like 'us' need to keep these thoughts to ourselves. And why? Because the way we think is 'wrong' yeah?" Asmaria chuckled and leaned back into her hand. Her lips now curled up into a smirk as she never took her eyes off of him. "The more you talk to more attractive you get, Ben." This time she wasn't trying to tease, those were her genuine thoughts. "As for me going fast... I don't know if I think of it as fast or me just being very open and direct. No need to beat around the bush on this one."

Asmaria took her hair out of its ponytail and let her hair fall to her shoulders. "I'm not sure if it is lucky for me, or lucky for you, but I have no morals." She chuckled and switched which legs were crossed over. "I love to kill people. Their screams? So musical." Now came to the point where her voice gave off a sarcastic, teasing vibe. It would be hard to tell if she were telling the truth or joking around. She gave the a-okay sign with her hand.
 
"I certainly see why." He replied to her open nature. I imagine she didn't enjoy being called slut much, at least as an insult, but Ben certainly didn't see her was much. Years of being in military camps and teaching himself not to be like her was hardwired into his brain, since as a child, Ben was perhaps a bit too open himself. Stories of him being such a pain date back to his time in the orphanage, like undressing himself in class and church to be fully naked, breaking out at night to swim in the nearby lake, stealing items form the local shops, even beating up a child not much older than him because he was bullying young Ben.

And when I say beat up, I mean stabbing a rock into his head to draw blood. Ben wasn't a child who took to be orphaned well, and even stranger, and more alarming stories were buried in his mind. He always considered going to military school a good thing, since he finally got control over his thoughts, but he felt he was being too strict on himself sometimes. He would sometimes think of not just women, but men he found interest in, but he never acted on them out of fear if we went too far into his fantasies, he might bring out something buried for a good reason.

Depending on where he and Maria would go, it wouldn't be shocking if she would help Ben 'unwind' a bit, let those thoughts run a bit more freely. As for her murder comment, Ben didn't believe it. She made it sound like a joke, and with her age, it would be hard for her to be some sort of serial killer. Too many trails would lead back to her, she wasn't stupid enough to leave a trail. Though, some part of him did think she enjoyed her little joke too much....

They would arrive at her apartment ten minutes later, Ben parking up along the side of the house along the road. "I'd ask if I could come in, but...." Ben looked over to her as he spoke, already knowing the answer. How could you not? Didn't take more than a second before Ben leaned forward to her for a kiss, deciding that it was his turn to be a bit more direct.
 
As Ben leaned in for a kiss, Asmaria chuckled and wrapped both her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply and exhaling through her nose. "It's only polite to be invited inside, is it not?" She teased and opened the car door, taking out her keys from her jeans pocket. They had to walk up a couple flights of stairs, but the workout was nothing for Asmaria. The apartment complex itself wasn't too extravagant nor shady. It was somewhere in between. She didn't want to stand out too much to people who came over, not wanting to think of her as poor nor rich. Although she certainly had the funds to upgrade, she didn't like the attention that money brings.

She unlocked the door fairly easily and opened her arms to the inside of her apartment. "Home sweet home." She chuckled and tossed her backpack on the couch. As they walked in, the living room was on the left side, a couch against the wall and a TV against the other wall. Asmaria owned both an xbox and PS4. To their right, was the kitchen. It was equipped with everything one would need in a kitchen. Sink, fridge, oven, stove, cabinets... She had one of those smart blenders though. The room behind the wall of the living room, was her room. Asmaria even directed him to where the bathroom was down the hall from her room if he ever needed it.

"Not too big, not too small." She commented on her apartment. Asmaria has lived alone for quite a few years. When she was younger the name was under her boss's alias. But once she turned 16 she took the apartment under her name. "I hope you weren't expecting to meet any company," she winked to Ben, "it's just lil ol' me here." As she talked, she made her way over to her room. The inside of it was full of plushies and music. Asmaria hung her jacket up in her closet, letting out a breath and plopping down on her bed. It smelt of fabric softener, and a bit of her perfume. "Make yourself at home," she offered to Ben.
 
As Maria got out the car, Ben made a very big grin towards her. Such a tease. He loved it though. He followed her closely as they walked up the stairs to her apartment, impressed she was able to afford something like this. He obviously still lived with his parent, but that was the normal thing with teens their age. Why was she living alone? It was a question he would have to ask another time, since it was perhaps too personal a question, even for her to answer honestly. It wasn't that bad a place, as while she gave him a tour, he couldn't help but be impressed.

How was she affording this? It came to his mind again, staying mostly quiet as she spoke, but she would see he was paying attention. "Quite impressive." He finally spoke up, once they entered her room. "Surprised you can afford all this yourself. No roommate or anything." Ben added, taking of his own jacket and placing it on her doorknob. "But, I'm glad we'll be alone. We can be as loud as we want." He teased, quickly moving over to kiss her lips again.

They were soft to touch, and her body was perfectly curved for his hands to move around, as he felt her clothed covered hips. He leaned on top of her, pinning her to the bed, with both his knees on the bed, but she could easily turn him over if she desired to
 
Asmaria kissed his lips tenderly, moving his body over, so she was on top. "Don't worry about the way I afford it, I am a big girl, and can take good care of myself." She winked and moved her hips over his. "I am surprised, for a guy who loves power, you sure do like it when I'm on top." She noted to his hardening cock under her hips.

Once she was comfortable, she began to undress on top of him. Her tank coming off first, revealing a lacy pink bra underneath. Her hands roamed over his body now, slipping under his shirt and feeling against his torso and chest. He was well built for someone his age, which had her giving a side smile. With the help of Ben lifting his arms up, she easily took off his shirt. Asmaria sat up a bit on her knees, unbuttoning her jeans, looking into his eyes while doing so. "Tell me lady killer, how often do you plan on this happening?" She asked, referring to their sensual exchanges in the car and inside her room. It wasn't long before her jeans came off, and showing some matching lacy pink undies. Maybe it wasn't obvious enough that pink was one of her favorite colors. As she leaned down to kiss him again, the kiss was much rougher and deeper than the other one's they have exchanged. Her hair fell beside their faces, and her hands slip away from his skin to the hooks of her bra.

As the bra was being undone, she looked into his eyes. Her eyes were wild with lust, wonder, and intrigue. She awaited on his answer as the two continued to undress.