Hollywood Delight 33 Twisted Emotion 2

You are looking for another volunteer.

The volunteer is for your rather unethical experiment.

With the first experiment is a reasonable success, you want to know what would happen if the string is forcibly severed.

Despite its incredibly elasticity, the string can be ripped apart if enough force is applied.

You have theorized several possibilities in the event the string is snapped.

None of the possibilities are dangerous, at least not to you.

However, theory is one thing, and in practice is another.

You want confirmations.

As you look around the room for a victim or two, you take notice of a young chestnut-haired woman around twenties watching you like a hawk.

It is not hard to notice her, considering the woman did not hide the fact of watching you.

She is sitting not very far from your table.

You didn't notice her entering the restaurant as your table is close to the entrance.

This means that she has been in here the whole time.

You did not avert your eyes from her.

Instead, you narrow them as if it is a challenge to a staring contest.

As she is a looker, you quickly strip away her clothing with your x-ray power.

The view instantly becomes more pleasant.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s are in a perfect shape, being hold up nicely by the now-invisible undergarment. Her body is lean and well-toned, not too white or too tanned.

She must have worked out often or is very active in her lifestyle. This is evidenced by the Strength and Endurance numbers on her attribute window.

Those numbers are above average.

In fact, most of the numbers on the attributes window are above average.

Her skillset is insanely long. Most of those skills will lands her into hot water.

You honestly didn't know Stalking is a skill.

Since the table she is at is blocking half of the view, you could not see below her muscular stomach.

The woman returns your gaze, scanning you up and down as if she could see through your clothing.

You know that shouldn't be possible. You're the one and only with this kind of power.

Even so, you feel a coldness running down your spine, forcing you to avert your eyes.

She gives a smile when you just forfeit the staring contest.

You roll your eyes and return the smile.

She drops the smile and then continues to watch you conspicuously, all while enjoying her soft-drink and her pizza.

She will not stop watching you, and you did not like being spied on.

The string coming out of her body and connecting to you is grey in color.

She is obviously not interested in you s.e.xually or affectionately.

b.u.mmer!

No, she is suspicious of you. If the string turns black, she will become hostile towards you.

You have never seen her before in your life. Thus, her suspicion must have been from something you had just did in the restaurant.

You take a glance at the toilet with several men ear-dropping on the fun before letting out a sigh. She must have saw something when you were playing around with Ashley's emotion.

Of course, she couldn't prove anything because she couldn't see anything despite taking notice of your strange behavior.

Hence, that is why she is watching you very closely now, trying to catch you in the act.

Good thing that hand-held camera is stupidly expensive in 1991.

As a matter of fact, it is a great thing to be in 1991.

There is no ma.s.s surveillance camera in every street and building, and n.o.body have a smartphone and trying to record everything they did, accidently catching you in the act in the process.

You still have a good decade and half when it will become too dangerous to use your power, especially when you become the center of public attention.

That will happen since you are determined to dominate Hollywood and beyond.

With the System in your possession, you cannot fail.

Becoming rich and famous in the process is like a side effect of becoming successful.

You cannot avoid the fames and fortunes and envies in the future, so you will make contingency plans for it.

Standing in the spotlight too much will restrict your movement.

As for your current experiment, you weight the pros and cons. You will have to deal with someone like her eventually, so it is unavoidable.

Stalkers and paparazzi are like Hydras.

Kill one and two more will take its place.

You mean to say c.o.c.kroaches, but whatever.

You are not scare of her. She can spy all she wants. You dare her to.

If the woman manages to obtain some evidence against you, it is just mean you are not inconspicuous enough.

You resume your search for a volunteer before realizing you already have one.

You return your attention to the woman and check the string directing at you.

It is very faint, almost transparent.

You raise your hand and try to grab hold of it.

To your shock and surprise, you couldn't touch it.

Perhaps it is too intangible for you to do anything with it.

You try several more times to manipulate the grey string, but to no avail.

Letting out a sigh, you lean back against your seat and give the woman a playful shrug. She must have saw you trying to grab something in the air, bizarrely.

Once again, she has no clue what you are doing.

"Hey, eat properly! Don't make me tell you again!"

Someone shouts behind you.

A man smacks a kid over the head after saying that. The young boy didn't raise a single word of protest, despite being old enough to enter high-school.

You c.o.c.k your head over your shoulder and see a family of five – a man, a woman, 2 boys and a girl.

The strings that are coming out of the three children towards the man is completely yellow. They fear him greatly. The strings to their mother are naturally red in color, but faintly.

You narrow the eyes at the man as he tells another boy off.

"Go wash this off. Don't come back here until it is spotless. Do you understand!?"

The boy hurries out of the seat and runs towards the washroom afterwards. The woman with him did not say anything and continues to pat her daughter, who is frightful.

As the man returns to having a slice of pizza, he notices you watching him and his family.

"What are you f.u.c.king looking at? Mind your own f.u.c.king business."

You nod and turn back around. You exhale heavily and get up from your seat.

"What do you want?"

The man takes note of you as you walk around to his table.

You crouch down and pick up the salt-shaker you accidently misplaced.

After getting it, you apologize to the family and hope that they keep it down. You and everyone in the restaurant want to enjoy their meal.

When you return to your seat, you have a look at the yellow string in your hand. You grab that when you pick up the saltshaker.

"Did I tell you to eat properly!? What is this!?"

The man smacks the kid over the head again, causing the gla.s.s cup to spill soft drink over the table. It is when the boy curls up and uses both his hand to protect himself.

"Now, look at what you done!? f.u.c.king h.e.l.l."

The people in the other tables are about to stop what obviously leading to domestic violence. You will as well, but before that, you use both hands to pull against the yellow string.

It is very tough, but eventually, tears appear and the string snaps in two.

The two parts of the string then fall through your hands like ghost, fading away before they reach the floor.

When the string vanishes, you get off your seat and ready to stop the man from beating his son right in public.

"Listen to me when I'm talking to you!"

The man roars and grabs the kid's arm.

The 13-years old glare at him. His eyes no longer have any fear.

His eyes are fill with hatred instead.

A new string immediately forms and solidified.

It is completely black, running from the boy to the man.

Before you could do anything, the boy grabs the spilled gla.s.s and bashes it against the man's head like a lunatic.

He recoils in pain as shattered gla.s.s shower his head.

"f.u.c.k you! Old man! f.u.c.k you! f.u.c.k you!"

The kid shouts angrily at the older man. His hand is now b.l.o.o.d.y due to the impact, but he didn't seem to pay any attention. He then grabs another gla.s.s off the table.

Your eyes widened as you watch the kid savagely beats a man b.l.o.o.d.y, spraying drinks and dangerous shards of gla.s.s.