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CHAPTER FIVE
Kaphas hopped off thebed and hurried to the workout part of his new room. It was like needing to take a piss every five minutes. If he didn’t exert what flowed through his muscle, blood, and bones, he’d fucking explode.
Again, he punched the bag and flashes of heat shot out through his brain, the random patterns drawing itself on his eyelids. When he closed them, the images were there, drawings of something. The energy he exerted? The pattern he exerted it? The reason?
Would this energy ever level out? Why did it keep building up? What would happen if he didn’t answer its demand?
He added the questions to the list Quantum asked him to make of what he was experiencing. His memory was like a computer, able to easily recall whatever information he had, if he needed it. So, his symptom’s list was as long as he was bored.
He went to the corner of the room and turned on the shower, rinsing the sweat from his body while cooling himself down. A sound reached him, and he shut off the water, angling his head. Grabbing the towel hanging, he wrapped it around his waist and made his way to the front of the room, his steps freezing at seeing her. Then he realized he knew her somehow.
She screamed at seeing him through the glass then covered her eyes, turning. “I’m very sorry, I didnotknow somebody was here.”
She waved her arm around as if searching for her way out.
“Are you lost?” he asked, not ready to lose the only company he might get till morning.
“Uh...no, I was...looking for somebody.”
“Who?”
“My friend,” she said, finding the wall and feeling her way toward the door. “Handy.”
A jolt of heat hit his cock and stole his breath as his mind sputtered with flashes of images. Too many, too fast. A blur of colors.
“I know him,” he said, not sure how.
She spun to face him, forgetting her fear as she hurried to the glass. “Do you know where he is? He needs me, I’m his friend.”
He angled his head at her. “I might.”
“Then tell me,” she urged. “He has nobody to help him.”
“What does he look like?” he asked, needing more details for his blotchy memories.
“Well, he’s... he’s different,” she began, initiating that thing in his brain that drew shit on his eyelids.
“How?”
“We can’t judge a book by its cover,” she informed, her words heating up that part of his mind. “And he was going to get a real body as soon as he learned to...master the body he was in.”
“What body was he in?” he asked, the drawing on his eyelids turning darker.
“Well, it’s a...” She looked off to the side before bravely meeting his gaze. “Suit of armor.”
His laugh surprised him and her. Him because it was his first in his upgraded body and her because...she was offended.
“I don’t see what’s funny. You don’t see me laughing at your...” She pressed her lips together. “Laughing’s not nice, Mr...”
“Kaphas. Without the Mr.,” he said, smiling at her. He knew Handy somehow and that she defended him was a good thing and as soon as he had more details, he’d figure out why. “How long did you know Handy?”
Her hesitation brought that heat back in his brain. “Friendships can’t really be measured in time, you know,” she explained, telling him theirs was a short relationship.
“Two days? Two weeks?”
“Well, maybe I lost track of time. But it feels like forever,” she assured, as if feelings trumped facts.
“Why did he leave?”
