Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse -
Chapter 61: You Can Call Me Pride
Chapter 61: You Can Call Me Pride
I heard the door to Tank’s apartment open before he let out a long string of curse words. "What the fucking hell happened here?" he demanded, spinning around with me still in his arms. "I’ve been robbed."
Confused, it took me more than a minute to realize what he meant. "Shoot," I grumbled, peeking into Teddy’s storage. The size had more than tripled as all the supplies from the Dragon’s Lair continued to be dumped into my space.
This was not the way to go around making friends.
While I was slightly panicking, not knowing whose was whose to replace what I had unknowingly stolen, I was also impressed at how much stuff this place had. Like seriously, I might have even been worried that I wouldn’t have any more space left for everything if I didn’t know better.
"Sorry about that," I continued. "Can you tell me what was here?" Wrinkling my nose in frustration, I realized the first real downside of the supply wish I had made. It made sense when I was out on the road, but now... it could get me in a lot of trouble.
Tank seemed to study me for a moment before letting out a long sigh. "Do I want to know?" he asked, his voice only somewhat put out.
"I made a wish a while ago that all supplies in a certain area around me would be mine," I answered, still feeling a bit guilty. "All wishes have a downside."
"Is there a limit on the number of supplies? Or can I expect everyone to notice their stuff is missing?"
The look on my face must have given away what I was thinking because Tank only laughed at me. "You really are Trouble, aren’t you?"
"No?" I replied. "I’ll think of a way to fix it all." If a wish made this happen, then a wish could make it go away, too, right?
"I wish for every supply I have taken from the Dragon Lair to be returned to where it was taken from. Then, I do not want to take any supplies from a place where I am planning on spending the night unless otherwise indicated," I wished, making sure that I had every little thing included. I didn’t put what I was willing to sacrifice simply because I was pretty sure that my sacrifice was the same for all my wishes.
My life.
"Huh," grunted Tank just as his radio went off with someone cursing the fact that all the supplies were missing. "Everything’s back to normal. I have to admit, your wishes really are effective."
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Dante stood in his warehouse, staring at the far back wall of an empty space.
"Do you want to explain this?" he asked, not bothering to look at Bishop, who was standing beside him. "Because I was under the impression that this warehouse was supposed to be filled with clothing."
Before Bishop could answer, the voice in his head replied instead. "Consider it a betrothal gift to your new wife and move on," it suggested, the amusement in its voice not felt by Dante.
’Seeing as I don’t have a wife, nor do I plan on getting one any time soon, I’m going to have to demand my supplies back,’ sneered Dante, not afraid of speaking to the voice in his head. It didn’t bother him in the least that he was hearing something speaking to him.
In his past life, he knew of a few others with the voices, and they were considered to be some of the most powerful men in the apocalypse. Mind you, they also fell from grace quickly when the voices disappeared.
’Who are you?’ demanded Dante as there was a shimmer in the air, and all the supplies were back to where they were supposed to be. It would have been nothing more than a dream, if Dante didn’t know better.
Whoever had taken everything was a space power user. And there was only one that should be strong enough to be able to take everything. However, he knew for a fact that Luca needed to at least be within eyesight of the supplies before he could take them.
It made the deals between him and Lapierre’s men easier.
"What would you do if I said that I could give you everything you wanted?" asked the voice. If Dante didn’t know better, he would have thought it was ignoring his question, but this seemed to be more than that.
"What would you do if I could help you get back at the bitch who betrayed you in your past life? If I could deliver the world to you on a silver platter?" continued the voice, its voice turning into a seductive purr.
’I’d say fuck that. I can get what I want with my own hands. I don’t need anyone to hand it to me,’ sneered Dante, spinning around and strolling out of the warehouse. Now wasn’t the time to worry about supplies.
Now was the time to find a way to use the voice to get what he wanted.
"Cocky little shit, aren’t you?" chuckled the voice. "But I approve. I can and will give you everything that you could possibly want. You just have to say the word, and it’s yours."
’At what cost?’ Dante asked as he waved Bishop away. Entering his office, he closed the door behind him and walked over to the window. Nothing was ever free in this world, especially now.
And anyone who thought otherwise was either a moron or dead.
"Such a smart meat sack. I approve. You are much better than the other one," purred the voice. The mirror hanging on the wall beside the window shimmered.
Catching the movement out of the corner of his eye, Dante turned toward it just as a man’s face appeared on the surface.
"I assume you are the voice in my head?" asked Dante, not overly worried. The man in the mirror had black hair, styled perfectly wearing a crisp suit, similar to his own. He really wasn’t anything to get excited over.
But the room behind him was a different story.
Behind the man were seven empty thrones as if just waiting for their Kings.
"Not quite, but you get the idea," shrugged the man in the mirror. "You can call me Pride."
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