The Black Rose Sliently Grows...

[Writers_Bloque]

Have you ever had a day where everything is going almost too well? Where it all seems to go smoothly? Well this is the first time in a long time, but may be the last for me.


The hologram cute girl alarm, one of the few of her things they left me, in her voice cutely cried out for me to wake up. Five-thirty in the morning, and after the morning routine, found me waiting as usual for the transport. In some sectors, a garbage collector and hauler was a less than respected. But out here, the wage could buy a nice house and a few niceties. The transport ride to the station above was as always, dull and uneventful. The seasonal overcast sky, grey, and dreary invoked nothing in me. Despite the pinkish sun above.

I left the transport, after it docked at the station, the main hub of industry and commerce for the sector, and strode into the office. "Mr. Cole, I am sorry, last night there was an accident with your rig, it will be down for another hour or so before we can send you out." The overly chipper secretary looked at me with a glimmer of an odd hope in her eyes. The office ladies had gathered around her as I departed. I could not make out their whispers over the loud hum of something brewing in the coffeemaker.

Wait, does my nose deceive me? Was that fresh, organic coffee? Like not lab created, but direct from the source on Earth, over a thousand sectors away? I glanced over at the office ladies and caught a glimpse of them watching me before finding something to do quickly. I hit the button, and a large mug materialized, then the greatest thing ever created poured into the mug, as if The Creator's personal maid was pouring it from a decanter made from pure awesome. My name appeared on the screen, I hit the accept button, and my personal preset began dressing the coffee for me to drink. The hot mug started to awaken long dormant feelings in me.

I took the heavenly brew with me to the co ed locker room, where I was greeted warmly by men and women in various stages of undress. They were good, but scruffy folks. But I was older than most of them. Having started when I was their age, when I actually had a dream. Now my seniority made me a defacto shift boss, but I chose not to ride any of them harder than I was when I started. I slipped out of my street clothes, and stepped into the pre-Decon shower, to help protect me from whatever I could be exposed to out there. It always never failed to make my skin tingly, and a bit more...sensitive.

Now grab ass is slightly frowned upon. But it was not HR worthy. So the running gag is for the ladies to trace pinkies along already sensitive spots on the men, and vice versa. Nothing too bad, just enough to elicit a jump. But I was used to it. I dressed into my jumpsuit, and grabbed my Bio-key, and grabbed the photo of us, during the good times. I intentionally avoided looking at the rings permanently sealed in clear plasteel. Flecks of red marring the platinum-gold surface. The final thing that remained of a life I can no longer live.

I closed the locker, sipped the hot coffee, still warm due to the mug. I walked out to the side door, which leads to a small smoking alcove, which also held tool belts. Mine was hanging by itself, as I was more hands on in my job than the others, as I had all the certifications and qualifications to do more than push buttons and sigh in boredom. I also had Salvage rights, which kept my bank account fat and happy.

I searched my pockets, cursing having not stopped by the small shop next door for my artificial smokes. A smaller woman, obviously Office and not Labor, handed me what looked like an honest to goodness cigarette. Not fake shit, but real Stygian tobacco. Earth tobacco would have been great, but even a single cigarette from Earth would cost a small fortune. After lighting up, we stared over the station, from our glorified balcony, watching the hustle and bustle of the huge city station below. Our wrist comms dinged angrily, as the station fined us 10 credits in fines for smoking non approved tobacco. The only reason is, that the station manufactures artificial tobacco.

"Fuck off" I murmured to the wrist comm, which made the young woman giggle. "Seems like we are trouble makers." She said as she took a practiced drag off of her smoke. I could tell she was trying to hold it together, fighting the urge to cough. I paid it no mind not really in the mood to wreck her pride. If she wanted to take up smoking cigarettes that must have costed her two weeks pay with a man more than twice her age, well it was technically a free station.

"You know, the company is going to call it a day for you. The rig is damaged beyond repair, and a new one wont arrive until next week. They will of course per contract, pay you for your time off." she said, pretending to lean her back on the rail, trying to look cool, but try hard showing off her very nice goods. Goods that will be the first to bust the strongest fabrics of her secretary uniform. My heart was wrecked, not my cock. I took a deep drag of the smoke, to not make it obvious I was eyeing her up. She was not a new hire, actually she was the cute, rambunctious little girl that brought smiles to the dreary office, when her mother would bring her in to work with her, as the bosses personal assistant. But now she is grown up, no longer trying to joyride on the hover carts, or swinging from low hanging chains, but a good worker, solid and dependable.

What I did next shocked even me.

"Hey, wanna grab a real breakfast?" I asked her while waving to the drivers in the space haulers leaving the complex under us. She almost choked. She sputtered, before fixing herself. "You're buying?" she asked a bit shocked. "Sure, why not Eloise?" I said taking the chance. She nods, "Yes, please." She quickly said before rushing into the office again. I walked back in, and instead of changing, I just put my key back into the locker, not changing out. I walked to the clock in panel by the receptionist counter, clocked out, my comm registering today's wages have been paid, the office ladies were aglow with a new slab of juicy office gossip, when an older woman handed me a fresh mug of coffee.

"John, I know your a good man, and going through your own hells right now, but please, promise me you will treat my Elly right, you hear me?" She said low enough to not add to the gossip meal behind us. "She's young and naive, and hasn't seen much of the real worlds. Just take care of her for me." Mama Glenda spoke to me earnestly. She earned her nickname for taking care of us drivers, laborers and support staff. She had the ear of the boss directly. Behave and do your job, and she makes sure your cared for by the boss. Piss her off and your genuinely fucked. Like have to move many sectors away. Also her seasonal treats were to DIE for. Pies, cakes, cookies, and even arranging a company wide picnic lunch for everyone in the company. I had no doubt that she got the coffee this morning.

We ate a wonderful meal at the greasy spoon down the street and had an actually interesting conversation. Soon full, we paid and left. "I could go for a slice of pie, right now." I suggested......



Her thighs were nicely squeezing my head, as she sat on the table in the small apartment I rented on the station for the times I was too tired or could not get back down to the planet. My tongue played a symphony on her clit as I lapped at the wonderful nectar coming from her swollen sex.

"OH GOD, DON'T STOP, USE ME, ABUSE ME, BUT JUST DON'T STOP, MAKE ME CUM!!!!!" She screamed to the ceiling as I bit her clit with a soft bite. She came a few seconds later, bathing my face with the proof of a job well done.

And that is when the station and the universe just vanished.........

[Writers_Bloque]

My eyes stung as they opened. The pure bright white light above and around me clashed with the light eating darkness below me. I could not move as the light and dark worked as bindings keeping me secured in place. Once my vision cleared I could see crystalized statues of my wife, Hailee the secretary I was eating for lunch, a few of the secretaries from work, the few women I dated, all the way back to my first schoolboy crush, older now, but the statue did them much justice. All the statues had a glowing orb in their chests.

"Wha?" I mustered. Then four pure white clothed angel like beings just appeared.

"See the lives destroyed by your taint. Abomination, who is not supposed to exist have ruined the nearly infinite number of lives, because you refuse to die. We had the mercy for you to choose your own death, but you kept finding the will to live. Now that universe you once lived in is now pulled from the omniverse, slated for the move into the void, never to exist again." The floating angels spoke in a melodic voice that betrayed the severity of what was going on.

"Human. A loose thread in my tapestry. You will redeem yourself. I will restore your universe if you complete a task for me. It is simple. Prove your worth, or be erased. No heaven or hell, not even the void will be your fate. I will remove you from everything as I should have done. But I find your existence interesting. So many ties to you, despite none tethering you to anything, even the universe you existed in." The voice that boomed, shaking everything around. The angels trembled as they floated the ground and on knees, praying to the voice.

I listened, as if I had any trace of choice. The voice promised to fix everything, and a thought entered my mind, however....

"No, I will not restore your wife. However I will grant you a private audience with her, if you succeed." The voice boomed, knowing what I was thinking. Before I could process this, I fell along grey line and vanished...

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The smell of flowers and forest floor let me know I was definitely not on any planet I was familiar with, The smell of food and sounds of children running around playing made me very anxious. I looked myself over, and found myself in unfamiliar clothing. In a bag hanging at my side, I found various tools and gear for survival and a book, one where only the first two pages were written in. On them read:

You are here, on a world that doesn't exist yet. This world faces a cataclysm in two years, that would take out many other universes, causing the destruction of one quarter of the Omniverse. Your job is to train, grow stronger, and prove your worth to existence itself. We are watching, and We are judging you. Fail and you know what will happen, succeed and you will have earned the right to exist, albeit a bit more powerful, and slightly richer than you were before this. As to not stack the deck against you, you will be given help in the form of the women you knew and loved, who live now in this world, but with faint memories of you from the past. They could be a great boon or deadly curse to you, depending on how you use them.

I cautiously make my way to the noise after going over everything in my bag and backpack, finding a heavy leather pouch full of money. I felt an itch inside my head, and when I focused on it, a transparent red square appeared in my vision that told me everything I needed to know about myself. I had no official job title, my age was twenty three, and my stats looked skewed towards physical combat, although I did know some spells.

Once I left the forest, the clearing opening up to a fair of sorts, outside of a small village. Men and women were gathered, looking at various wares, as merchants were selling and haggling, kids ran about, mostly human, but I noticed that there were non humans mingling about. It seemed like a peaceful event, as various entertainers were doing tricks and putting on shows for the coins tossed into a basket by the crowds.

Men were gathered at what looked like a beer garden, getting drunk and frisky with the over worked looking serving women, who knew how to ply the gifts their mothers gave them, giggling at a pinched ass, or compliment about their ample bust. I decided to head over, and take the empty seat at the bar. "One beer please." I ordered as the barwoman eyed me suspiciously. "Five crowns, and not a copper less." she said pouring a pleasantly chilled foamy beer into a wooden mug. I reached into my shirt, where I had stashed a small sum of money, and pulled out a gold coin, which drew they eyes of men and women alike in the outdoor tavern set up.

"And a beer for everyone here!" I said jovially, trying to fit into the mood of the area. People seemed to relax and the music started again as I was welcomed like a hero from a war returning late. She took the coin and handed me my change and the cold nectar of the gods. Soon everyone's mugs were topped off, and I sat and watched a girl, well woman, across the way. My eyes cant stop following her, as she sold a weird looking pastry with some other ladies at their medium sized booth. She darted from the oven and rand back to the counter with some fresh looking bread.

"Barkeep, I would like a refill, and a mug to go." I said as I laid out the correct amount this time. "Better be bringin back me mugs or I'll have your arse as decoration." she warned, sounding tired of everyone's shit already, as men were arm wrestling on her traveling bar. I took the mugs, and walked towards the baked goods booth, passing guards who looked me over and decided I was not worth their time. A bell rung and most of the shoppers gathered in the center of the fair market to eat.

"Seems like you are thirsty, madam." I said handing the busy woman the mug of beer. "Thank you." She said not even looking at me as she taken it. I still had the change in my hand and decided to buy some sweets to share. When she touched my bare hand, we froze in place. "Hailee?" I muttered as I regained my senses. "Mr. Cole!" she almost leapt into my arms while tears streamed down her face. "That I am." I said with a half smile. I tossed the rest of the change into the coin box. "I am buying her lunchtime for a break." I told the others as they seen the amount I tossed in. "Go be off with her then, we can manage while she goes do god knows what with you, mister." The oldest of the women said shooing us off.

"I came so hard, I woke up as a baby again. Then I grew up, took up a trade, but never once did I think you would never find me." She smiled coyly as she pulled me into the shadows of the baker's wagon. Then she darted a little forward, and lifted her skirts to show me the uncovered pussy I was just eating an hour ago, "Seems like shes been waiting for you too!" she giggled as her slit glistened with faint traces of her dew. I removed the blanket and the smaller of the tents the magical bag held. One that was easy to set up, and would give us enough privacy to finish what I started.

I slapped her ass, as I was thrusting my cock into her hungry pussy, watching that ample bosom, with nary a stitch of cloth holding them back sway with each of my thrusts. She screamed into my pillow as her body started to flush from her building climax, I grabbed her braided hair and made her scream her climax to the sky inside the small tent as I painted her vaginal walls white with my potent seed. She collapsed onto my bedroll panting like she ran thirty miles and was told she won by a huge margin. I laid next to her, holding her close, not wanting to do much, as much as not wanting to part with her just yet.

But the bell rang again, and she scrambled to dress, and I dressed too. Then the tent was dismantled and returned to the backpack. "Look, Mr. Cole, I need to return to sell more this afternoon. I live in the village, go rent a room at the Ladies Chamber's Inn, and I will join you for dinner... and dessert." She winked coquettishly at me. She ran off, leaving me to find something to do, which was not hard, as I bought things that caught my eye, played some games, and watched two naked ladies wrestle in coins being tossed on the stage, apparently they will belong to who wins the fight.

The village was an almost cookie cutter copy of many of the villages that filled the fantasy genre back home. Not huge, but not small. I think if one more structure was built, then it would be a town. I found the inn quite easily, since it was the only one in the village with any open rooms. "How many nights here will this buy me?" I asked the friendly, plump woman behind the oaken counter, holding up a gold coin. "As long as you want to stay here. But let me set you the rules first. No trouble, No harassing me girls and definitely no loud noise after sun down." she said taking the coin, and making me sign the register. Then she hands me the key. "Breakfast is served at sun up, baths and laundry is included, and we have an in house doctor if you be needing patching up. Lunch is whatever the cook decides to sen you out to work with, but dinner will always be a stew, bread and a meat of some kind. If you do be adventuring and find something that looks tasty, bring it to my cook, and she will buy it." She spoke some more before leaving me while she scolds some girls slacking off on the job.

I find my room, and set my stuff on the desk. The room was small, single bed. But it was quiet and nice.

However that peace would not last that long as men in crimson armor rode their horses to the fair's gate. The leader of the group taken a scroll, read it outloud, and then proceeded to nail the scroll to the village gates....

[Writers_Bloque]

Not that I wanted to involve myself in whatever was causing a ruckus outside, but when armed and armored men are goose stepping all over a fun afternoon, and in close proximity to a woman I had a thing for, it roused awake something inside me.

I was never a man in search of trouble or a fight. But I also did not back down as assholes tried to ruin good times. I found my bag, not the back pack, on my side, knowing I just left it in my room. Inside I found a sheathed sword. I tied it to my belt as I walked through the village to approach the mounted idiots who were trying to cause trouble. The mounted warrior was threatening to smack Hailee, as she was scared shitless, trying to put together a basket of goods for the warrior on the horse. I caught his wrist, and noticed that it was not as thick as it should be in the armor.

"Hey, she's working as fast as she can." I said, letting go of the wrist, noticing the forming bruises of my grip. I thought I heard a click of the tongue under the helmet. The rider snatched the offered basket, and tossed a small pouch of coins at Hailee. The group forms up, except a hot head in armor, who broke rank and charged at me, sword drawn. They swing at my exposed neck, and then..

The rider was on the ground twitching, my fist in the helmets mask, and the sword blade snapped into two pieces in my other hand. No blood, just a broken weapon, and broken fool. I had caught the sword in one hand and punched with the other. The mask forever bearing my fist imprint. I removed the helmet, and a young woman's face was exposed. She was not ugly, by any sense of the word. And fortunately she was alive. Foot soldiers with the group quickly tossed her bags to the ground off the horse, stripped her of her armor and weapons, and fastened a primitive leash and collar to her. The commander handed me the leash.

"You beat her, you own her." The woman sternly said. She lifted her mask, and the shock ran through me, as her features softened for a second, a second of recognition. That was my childhood friend, Felicia. Down to that shitty half grin she always wore growing up when she had the upper hand. She said something to her people, and they peacefully left, to return to the kingdom. The girl on the ground started sobbing, having woken up to now being this man's personal possession until the day she dies. I was at a loss, until Hailee informed me after I initially refused to keep the girl, who now needed a name, as she was his property now, and lost rights to her old name.

"Your name, is now Melody." I said as I had to figure out what to do with her. The villagers were cautious of me, as I walked with Hailee and Meldoy, back to the inn. The note on the village gate says all able bodied fighters were to report to the kingdoms Military for drafting into service. I shook my head as the two women shared worried looks with each other.

"It's simple, I am not a citizen of this nation, so I will not fight in a war I know nothing about." I said as they now openly protested. They informed me that it was not a simple skirmish with another kingdom, but this fight is to stop the destruction of all life in the world. A demonic entity was seeking to undo creation. The world was at stake. And all this did was make me yawn.

"Normally in these stories the Hero and his plucky band of adventurers would rise up, get stronger and defeat the evil." I said with a snicker. But the ladies had taken me to a "view crystal" floating in the village, a fast way to send news as far as there was crystals to receive it. Hailee waved her hand over it, and the view of a storybook perfect castle came into view, then shifted to the broken lands below it. Demons stopped short of taking the castle to prove a point. In front of the gates, several bodies, twisted and broken hung dead from wicked crosses that were driven into the solid stone road. Each bore a sign he could read, in demonic script their classes and jobs. The super holy sword artifact lie broken at the "Hero's" feet, shattered beyond repair, a cruel joke from the demons.

"Wow." Was all I could muster as the view vanished. I returned quietly to the room with them in tow. I sat on the bed, and kicked my boots off. As they watched each other worriedly. I lied back on the bed and closed my eyes. It was Hailee who broke the silence. "Well, what are you going to do?" she asked annoyed at my silence. I focused again, and my stat screen showed "Brawler" as my new job. My class was fighter, and then something that caught my eye. "Key" was one of my new abilities. I seen the description for it was cryptic. "A kind of hope." That was it.

After a few moments of silence, I just said simply, "Military training proper would take months. And if this situation was as bad as it is, we do not have months for me to go swing wooden swords for hours. So I will go, and learn with my own hands. I mean, simple is better, right?" I said, enjoying the cool breeze from the early evening coming in from the open window. Soon we were napping, until the Inn rang its dinner bell, and we ate a hearty meal together, and then I plopped a gold coin in the young daughter of the innkeeper's owner's hand, "Please get a hot bath ready for me." I asked with a smile. She ran off to set to work, and soon all three of us were fooling around, not really fucking, but having some fun in the bath.

The next morning found me at the local Adventurers guild branch, a small place, mostly a dispatch for would be hero's to learn that they were not as good as they thought. I had cash, but I needed more for the trip ahead. After taking a hunting request for an animal that was half boar, half deer thing, I went to the general shop to buy what I needed, as there was no smithy for weapons here nor armorer for gear. Leather was the best around, and the weapons were a good thing to start with but would not hold up to anything more than a fight or two. I set Melody to work with Hailee, as I spent a painful day of attempting to train and learn new skills. Brawler became tracker, then hunter, and then finally Ranger. Fighter grew stronger, as I was adept with most hand weapons and a bow now.

I had also learned some crafting skills, and made a sled like thing to haul the requested quota back, I was whistling as I pulled my haul for the day through the woods down the path, when I smelled smoke. I left the dead beasts behind and crashed through the woods to see the village on fire, and people running about, being slaughtered by dark shaped monsters......

[Shocker]

You tell this story in your own unique style. The future you paint is dark and dystopian, I'm curious on seeing where this is going, but the narrative appears a bit jumpy.

[Writers_Bloque]

You tell this story in your own unique style. The future you paint is dark and dystopian, I'm curious on seeing where this is going, but the narrative appears a bit jumpy.

I wanted the narrative to feel jumpy. as if you were trying to recount this happening to you but even you would think this is very crazy.

[Claire]

@Writers_Bloque I've added the missing Unfinished tag to your story.

[Writers_Bloque]

@Writers_Bloque I've added the missing Unfinished tag to your story.

Thank you very much!