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My Mother is Gonna Kill Me!

Chapter 3

Conner groaned as he stepped out of his car, his muscles aching from a month-long basement exile. “That drive was miserable!" he muttered, stretching his stiff limbs. For the past month, he had been holed up in his basement lab, experimenting with what he discovered to be Antimatter and some variant of Element. He hadn't left the basement during that entire time.

Conner sighed and swiped his hand, smirking as his car beeped, indicating the alarm was set. “Only like a month and I have shit that works." He thought to himself with pride.

“Alright," Conner said, looking at the building he parked in front of, where a selection of ATVs and dirt bikes were lined up.

The dealership buzzed with activity. As he entered, the smell of new rubber and gasoline assaulted his nose. Conner's eyes were immediately drawn to a sleek black sportbike on a pedestal, its polished surface gleaming under the showroom lights. He groaned aloud. “Oh, God damn it."

“Ah, hello sir, how may I help you?" a green dragon behind the desk asked, his scales shimmering under the fluorescent lights.

“Oh, hello. I'm here to buy my first bike," Conner said with a friendly smile. His eyes caught on the sportbike again. “You came here for something low-powered and suitable for a first bike," he reminded himself aloud.

“Can I let you in on a secret about that bike?" the green dragon said with a smirk. “That specific model has a specialized power limiter."

“What?" Conner asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Say you wanted to start on a 300cc bike, that bike can have its power limited to match a 300cc bike," the dragon explained, clearly sensing Conner's interest.

“Fuck," Conner sighed, dragging his hands down his face. “Alright, just let me look at your gear options."

After a thorough inspection, Conner placed the most expensive gear in the shop on the desk. “This gear was the best quality you had available. I'll end up upgrading or making my own soon enough," he chuckled, looking at the black helmet, gloves, jacket, pants, and boots.

“So, you are buying that Ninja H2R?" the dragon asked, cocking his head.

“It has that power limiter you mentioned?" Conner said with a glare.

“Yes, yes, of course. Come take a look, I'll show you," the dragon reassured, walking over to the bike.

Conner watched with a frown as the dragon demonstrated how to change the power modes. “My mother is going to fucking kill me," he sighed, reaching out to shake the dragon's paw.

“Do you want this bike prepped so you can drive it home?" the dragon asked with a smile as they walked back to the desk and began ringing up the gear for Conner.

“Uh, sure," Conner smiled, picking up the helmet he just bought. Staring at his reflection in the opaque tinted visor, he sighed before walking out the front entrance to wait for the bike to be ready.

…

Conner stared at the bike as one of the technicians walked it over and handed him the key. “You are all set, sir. The license plate is valid, and ownership has been transferred."

Nodding, Conner put on his helmet and climbed onto the bike. He quickly set the power mode to 300cc, then twisted the key to start the engine. Raising his hand slightly, he gestured to his Mazda, which started instantly and drove over to him.

“Follow me home, Computer," Conner instructed, leaning forward and driving out of the lot slowly.

He had gotten his motorcycle license around the same time as his driver's license, so he knew how to ride, but he didn't trust this bike one bit. His skill wasn't quite there yet.

“With the mode the bike is in, the throttle feels stiffer. This will suck," he groaned, pulling up to the parking lot exit. He took a deep breath before merging onto the road, checking to make sure the coast was clear.

“Ride like you are invisible," Conner muttered, scanning the cars around him.

“Detecting driver on phone, entering defensive position," the AI alerted.

Conner watched as his car smoothly merged into the lane beside him, positioning itself between him and a white Honda Civic. The sound of his car's exhaust, a deep, throaty roar, brought a smile to his face despite his nerves.

“Sir, the drive will take some time before we are home. Drive like hell or no?"

“Definitely not," Conner chuckled, glancing behind him. “The bike has a plate registered in my name. Not smart."

“Fair enough," the AI replied, honking at the white Civic whose driver was too distracted by their phone to notice they were drifting into the Mazda's lane.

…

Conner took a deep breath in frustration as he came to a red light, his Mazda rolling up beside him. He dismounted, grabbed his water bottle from the car, took a drink and quickly got back on his bike, putting his helmet back on. “Still red," he groaned, walking the bike up to the white line as his car crept forward in sync.

Conner's ADHD got the better of him as he tapped his hands on the bike's fuel tank, glancing around. He noticed a grey pickup truck in the right turn lane, the driver staring daggers at him.

Conner cocked an eyebrow and raised his right hand in a “What" gesture. The pickup driver responded with a middle finger.

The light turned green, and Conner accelerated, twisting around to give the truck driver the finger. The AI emphasized Conner's point with a rolling burnout from the light.

Conner sighed, shaking his head. “Christ, I fucking hate people sometimes," he muttered, focusing back on the road.

“I have no idea what you could have done to upset that man in the pickup," the AI commented, sounding puzzled.

Conner grunted in response, glancing at the forested scenery flanking the road.

The rest of the ride home remained uneventful, but he was not looking forward to how his mother would react to him buying a sportbike.

…

Conner stared blankly at his laptop screen, papers scattered across the table. He was trying desperately to continue his testing with Antimatter and Element, but he couldn't stop dreading when his mother would eventually find the superbike parked in the garage.

Conner let out a deep sigh before collecting a few papers and reading them over.

“Maybe I should attempt this experiment," Conner muttered to himself before getting up from his seat. He walked off to his left before pausing, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up.

“Oh boy," he sighed, turning to see a very pissed off white female human with reddish-brown hair hanging past her shoulders, jade green eyes, and freckles on her face and arms.

“Are you out of your mind???" Catherine barked, advancing towards her child.

“The only reason I bought that bike is because it is my dream bike and has a power limiter," Conner said quietly.

“It doesn't take a genius to know how you drive your car because of how powerful it is, but that fucking bike can kill you so much more easily!" Catherine shouted.

“Why the hell do you think I dropped a few thousand on my damn gear!?" Conner shot back.

Catherine stared up at Conner, fuming. “I will not have a closed casket funeral for my own child! You hear me!?" she shouted.

“Yes, mother." Conner sighed, as his mother's words hit him, Conner felt a mixture of frustration and guilt. He knew she was right, but the need to go faster, the thrill and freedom of riding were something he had wanted to experience for a long time.

Catherine turned away with a huff before storming out of the basement. “Such fury in such a short person," Conner grunted to himself.

The only sounds that filled the basement lab after his mother left were the scratching of pencil on paper and soft, barely audible keystrokes.

Conner sighed, pausing his incessant typing to think. He looked over at his pencil, raising his right hand and opening it like he was going to reach and grab it. The pencil lifted off the table and drifted into his hand.

“Will always be one of my favorite types of magic to use," Conner thought with a smirk as he began drawing something on paper with his right hand.

Conner continued working for what felt like a short amount of time to him. Glancing at the time on his laptop, it was clear time had gone by much faster than he initially thought. “Damn, already after midnight," he sighed. One swipe of his hand and all of the papers flew into a neat stack. He closed his laptop and collected the papers before leaving the basement lab.

Climbing the stairs out of the basement, he knew most of his family would be asleep. His father did a good job at preventing floorboards from creaking, but Conner knew some did, and with him being well over two hundred pounds, he opted to use the gifts his father had taught him as he grew.

Conner's body morphed into the very darkness itself. He drifted through the dark like a shadow, silently through the house until he reached his bedroom door. His door sat slightly ajar, and he slipped through the gap, his feet touching the ground in his bedroom. Tendrils of darkness whipped around as his body reformed from the shadows.

Conner crept into his closet, unlocked his safe, and stashed the papers before closing the safe and locking it. His laptop was placed on the shelf above the safe before his body vapourized once more into a black cloud of darkness.

He drifted into the washroom across the hall from his bedroom. Reforming in the washroom, after finishing his business and putting his toothbrush away, he stared at himself in the mirror, the only emotion he felt was sadness. No matter what he did, he felt it was never enough; his life never seemed to be easy. Of course, money wasn't something he worried about, but his constant dabbling in the actual truth about what really went on in the world was eating away at him mentally.

“How has nobody killed him yet?" Conner growled. “And nobody is cocking an eyebrow at these new fucking vaccines that don't even work!" He unfocused his eyes as his anger began bubbling over, veins beginning to bulge and glow purple.

“They've gotta be fucking retarded if they think an introvert will get the shot because he can't travel." Conner snarled. “I've got everything else besides that and the flu shot. I am not stupid."

Conner sighed before darting back into his room through the shadows. Clothing fell out of the cloud of darkness before its tendrils crawled across the bed.

“Took you long enough to not sleep in the fucking basement," a feminine draconic voice growled as Conner manifested from the shadows.

Conner tilted his head forward to spot a pair of crimson, cat-like, reptilian eyes in the darkness. Conner's closet was a walkthrough that connected his room to Daniella's room.

Daniella exited the closet before crawling into Conner's bed.

“I'm indecent, ya damn lizard!" Conner hissed as the dragoness pulled him into herself. She lay halfway on him and coiled her tail around his right leg. The cool and smooth scales brushed over his skin. After Daniella settled, he could feel the slight warmth radiating from underneath. Some dragons were cold blooded and others were warm blooded. Elemental dragons were of the warm blooded variety.

“I don't give a shit. I don't wear clothes at all you hairless ape," she whispered smugly in his ear.

Conner let out a quiet chuckle before resting his right hand on her shoulder, Daniella responded by extending her right wing over Conner. He felt her wing claw grasp his shoulder just before falling asleep.

Daniella let out an irritated huff and shifted uncomfortably. “Why can't my heat just fuck off!" she thought in frustration at the infuriating ache between her hind legs. “I could just… no!" she shot that idea down instantly. “I will never betray his trust like that." Daniella muttered tiredly as she squeezed the human tighter and tried to fall asleep.

…

Conner stumbled as he tripped over a tree root, he blinked a few times as he realized he was walking through a forest path. “What the fuck am I doing?" he thought as he continued walking. As he came out of his daze, he realized that in front of his vision was a fairly advanced heads up display and he definitely appeared to be wearing a helmet of some kind.

Conner's legs continued moving of their own accord, his footsteps sounded off. He could hear the dull thud of some very sturdy footwear hitting the ground and as his legs moved, there was a very faint electronic whirring.

*Clang!*

The loud metallic sound rang out as he stepped on a large rock mostly buried in the dirt. “What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath before looking down at his arms and legs.

Whatever he was wearing looked extremely sturdy, it reminded him of the Tek Suit MkII from ARK: Survival Evolved, but painted matte black all over. He looked down at the lines of light that ran in the exact same pattern as the video game armour, but where red instead of blue, a brighter flash of red light traveled along the lines from head to toe every two seconds.

The eerie almost otherworldly hum was the next thing he noticed as he continued his hike down this very overgrown trail. The hum was menacing and it was clear that it was coming from this armour he was wearing.

Conner finally realized he was dreaming, but the dream didn't stop like it should have. This dream was special and he felt very compelled to continue following this trail.

After quite some time, the trees began thinning out and he noticed the mountain that stood towering over the forest in front of him. Without even thinking, he grabbed at something around his midsection and continued walking forward.

A few seconds later, he noticed that he was holding something in his hands. He looked down at the matte black Scar-17 that he had pulled out of thin air without realizing. He held the pistol grip in his left hand and the foregrip in his right hand. It was clear that even in this dreamscape, his odd dilemma about being left eye dominant but right handed persisted.

He let go of the foregrip once he reached the foot of the mountain, looking up, he saw a cave about fifty feet up. He glanced around him before raising his right arm and firing something out of his arm. Whatever it was anchored in the rocks just above the cave and that's when Conner realized he had fired a grappling hook attached to a metal cable.

Conner swung his rifle over his back, hearing a satisfying click, he glanced over his shoulder after letting go of his rifle. His rifle was stuck to his back.

He climbed up the rock face until he reached the cave. As he hoisted himself into the mouth of the cave, he detached the grapple from the rocks above.

Conner stumbled back slightly as a map covered his vision with a marked location, a marked location he was clearly standing on. He was, according to this map, in southern British Columbia, close to the pacific coast.

He turned to walk deeper into the cave before freezing.

“Conner?" a feminine voice he knew very well whispered distantly.

He took another step forward before the voice whispered again with a bit more urgency.

“Conner!" Daniella barked in frustration as she shook Conner. He awoke with a look of confusion. “You kept muttering, “Latitude: 51 degrees, 11 minutes, and 35 seconds North, Longitude: 126 degrees, 55 minutes, and 30 seconds West, in your sleep." Even as Daniella's voice pulled him back to reality, the haunting numbers and the cave's ominous entrance lingered in his mind.

“Oh… that's odd." Conner said in confusion, he reached for his phone with his left hand and entered those coordinates in his phone. His map on his phone showed the exact same map location he had seen in his dream.

Conner felt Daniella shift against him and he saw her nose appear in his peripheral vision. He saved the location in his phone before making eye contact with Daniella. “What kind of dream did you have?" she asked curiously.

“I have no fucking idea, it was very vivid and felt almost too real for a dream…. That location… was probably nothing." He muttered quietly before putting his phone on his night table. His skin crawled as his groggy mind finally realized what he had experienced. He felt dread wash over him, “What the hell could that dream have possibly meant!?" He thought to himself in a mix of fear, confusion and intrigue.

Daniella raised an eyeridge, she saw the look Conner gave once he fully comprehended what he witnessed in his dream. To her, it definitely sounded strange, but she tried to convince herself that it was just some odd dream. Even though, deep down, she knew it wasn't nothing.

Conner closed his eyes to go back to sleep, Daniella placed her head on his upper chest, intending to go back to sleep as well when the alarm clock on the nightstand went off. They both groaned in unison.

Conner rolled out from under Daniella and slapped his alarm clock. Daniella snapped her head in the direction of a loud crunch and crack of plastic as the alarm let out one last, almost strangled sounding chirp.

“Fuck!" Conner exclaimed as he pulled his hand away from the very broken and smashed alarm clock.

“That was smooth," Daniella chuckled, as she looked at the destroyed alarm clock.

Conner let out a sigh before he raised his hand, the alarm clock lifted off the night table with all of its debris following it. Conner clenched his fist and the clock was crushed instantly to the size of a ping pong ball before being tossed through the air and landing in the small garbage bin next to the door.

“If that's how today is going to start, I can't fucking wait for the rest of the day!" He barked sarcastically as he stood up and retrieved a pair of underwear from his dresser.

Daniella chuckled before grabbing her harness and rolling off of the bed onto all fours.