The Impossible Future: Complete set Frank Kennedy (freenovel24 .TXT) 📖

“I will push myself inside you as soon as I am goddamn ready. And you will give me as many children as I want. Like a factory. Yes.”

“You will turn me into woman with big stomach and no voice.”

“You are the Queen of Salvation. What else can you want?”

“To see Samantha Pynn burned by your breath.”

“She did her job, Rayna. Now, she is where the future dictates she must be.”

Rayna pushed him away and laid a broken hand over her belly.

“What is this future, James Bouchet? I thought you were the dictator of our fate.”

He seethed, balling his fists, ready to strike.

“I am not a Bouchet. That family line is dead. Never say the word again, Rayna. And never question the future.”

“You are such liar, husband. You tell them, ‘I am the first day and the last day,’ because it is poetic line. You do not explain what it means. Not even to your wife.”

“A god does not have to explain anything.”

Rayna laughed so hard, she bit her lip. She took amusement from the dribble of blood.

“You are no god. You can be killed by flash pegs. Your miracles are applications of energies given to you by Jewels. A true god will not grow old and die. Your brother is a true god.”

James swung and connected. Blood gushed from Rayna’s nose, but she returned with a hook of her own, its force not blunted by broken bones. Indeed, she followed with another shot to her husband’s concrete abdomen.

“I was ordained,” James roared. He allowed no one – not even Rayna – to question his ascension. “The Jewels allowed me to evolve unlike the other hybrids because they knew I alone would change history. I defied time itself to earn my godhood. I slaughtered millions to stand above them all. If you ever suggest I am less than Valentin, I will find a new Queen of Salvation.”

“Samantha Pynn, perhaps?”

James, an eight-foot mass at four hundred pounds, lunged toward his wife, a woman of almost equal proportion. She braced – a tactic James encountered in their many previous showdowns – and he prepared to go high, swinging both arms. Yet he didn’t see her subtle shift, reaching into one of many pouches on her bodysuit.

The magnetic pulse threw James off his feet. He crashed on his back, the world around him appearing to shift dimensions. Rayna stood over James, her wrists bent at grotesque angles. She licked the blood from her bit lip. He thought his wife was as beautiful and dangerous as the first time he saw her on the island of Seneca.

“If I ended you now,” she said, “the others would follow me. I like Ulrich Rahm. He is beautiful man. No? Perhaps I take him as new husband?”

“If you killed me, you’d miss our fights. Ulrich would never challenge you, not even in bed.”

“But he is good to our boys. He will be as new father to them.”

“So long as they don’t find out what happened to the old one.”

Rayna stepped away, turning her back on James, but not before he caught a hint of an ironic smile.

“Do you miss the days before we became important?” She said.

A sudden turn toward sentiment always signaled she was standing down. James didn’t bother to sit up.

“When the only goals,” he asked, “were to kill and make love?”

“The best days. No?”

“The best, Rayna.”

“But now is different. All is politics and diplomacy and commerce.”

“Remember where we came from, Rayna. Three years ago, we were angry children. The Chancellors planned to wipe away our personalities and turn us into their servant monsters. Soon, we will be as powerful as the Chancellory and far more terrifying.”

Rayna laughed. “And for this, I should not kill you, husband?”

“No. You should not kill me.”

“And what of Samantha Pynn? The next time I see her, I might not be able to control myself. If I shoot her through the heart, will you try to save her with your energies?”

“Yes, Rayna. She has a role to play. Trust me.”

“What promise can you make?”

“When her time is played out, I will stand her in front of you and turn Samantha into ash.”

She pivoted then bent down beside James.

“You make me so angry, husband. But you say sometimes the sweetest things. Yes?”

He sat up and leaned over to kiss her.

“You will always be the love of my life. Now, give me your wrists so I can repair them. Afterward, I want to be inside you.”

James longed for the day when solving disputes with his wife did not involve blood or broken bones, but the whole sorted business grew into a familiar theater. They became monsters through violent trials and savage force; any other method seemed dull and pointless. She was right: The days of killing and making love in tandem were the most liberating. The beasts within had to be nurtured before they dared wear the crowns of political power.

Moments after he healed her bones, they removed their clothes and recalled the most enjoyable techniques from those early days. James entered from behind, one of Rayna’s favorite positions, especially while she was pregnant. Their screams, once the stuff of legend before sound dampeners were added to their bedroom, delivered a blend of the erotic and the psychotic. The room quaked as eight hundred pounds of Jewel hybrids unleashed not only unrivaled sexual energy but also the streaming blue glows that distinguished them from almost every human in history.

The more James let go of his simultaneous mental tasks, dropping himself from the hybrid collective mind and even the great algorithm of the future, he focused more energy on the white forest. It seemed less a construct than a real place and time. The trees had depth, the cracking