This choice: "My aunt Helena is a con artist, maybe we should go to her for tips?" • Go Back...Chapter #5"My aunt Helena is a con artist, maybe we s... by: Unknown "I know that we ARE telling the truth here, and that the more people believe that believe in you the more powerful you get, but a few white lies to coerce them into believing quicker can't hurt, right? I mean in the end it's just accelerating your growth." Monica rationalized.
"What are you talking about?" You pant out, totally lost as Monica is speaking more to herself than to you.
"My aunt can probably help us with some ideas. She's a... she's a less than legal stage performer, specializing in taking large sums of money from gullible and desperate people." Monica explains as tactfully as she can.
You raise an eyebrow "You mean a con artist?"
Monica hisses "She doesn't like it when people refer to her job like that. She prefers to call herself, in her own words not mine, a 'professional magician of the economic arts'."
You shrug and raise your hands in a mockingly defensive manner. "Hey I'm not judging or anything. We all have bills to pay, and some of us have skills more suited to different kinds of work. So what's this aunt's name, and where does she live?"
"Her name is Helena, and last I remember she's living in a hotel downtown. She doesn't like to stay in one place for too long so she may have moved since then." Monica explains.
You resist the urge to drop your haw as a horrible realization dawns on you. "Wait, she's a con artist named Helena? Is she about five foot five, with dyed black hair, small gray bags under her eyes, in her late twenties, and has an obvious boob job?" You inquire.
Monica looks at you perplexedly. "Yes on the first three, she just turned thirty about three months ago, and her boobs are all natural. I know they look too springy but as far as I can remember they always looked like that. You know her?"
"Yeah, she stole my wallet." You vaguely explain, telling the truth but leaving out many key details. You had several run ins with Helena close to two years ago, right after your first break up with Monica. You ran into her in the alley behind the mall on your way home and she made a bet with you. She bet that she could take your wallet without you even noticing it. If she could take your wallet from right in front of you without getting caught she'd get to keep half of the money inside of it, and if you caught her you'd win one hundred dollars. You accepted her terms and before you could even tell what was happening she pulled your pants to your ankles, shoved you to wall, and began sucking you off as though the fate of humanity depended on it. Needless to say she won the bet. Did she con you? Yes. Was it technically statutory rape? You were fourteen and a half at the time, so yes. Did you go back and demand a rematch five more times over the next two weeks? No, you did so six times. You think Helena might have actually liked your attention (and other things belonging to you) as she took less of your cash each time, leaving you with three fourths of it on your last session. Shortly after that Monica took you back and you never told her about your sessions with Helena. While you weren't necessarily cheating you would really prefer that Monica never find out.
"Great, so you already know how good she is!" Monica says, thankfully missing the wince her accidental double entendre caused. The two of you bus down town as your car was back at your house and Monica didn't have a vehicle of her own. After twenty minutes of busing the two of you arrive at a downtown shopping district, and Monica leads you to the hotel she believed Helena to be residing at. After twenty minutes of walking you find the place, a rather upscale hotel located near the center of the financial district, and luckily enough for the two of you Helena's name was still there, the person at the front desk informing you that she was in room 266.
Monica and you find the room, near the end of a hall, and Monica stops before the door. She seems to think for half a a quarter of a minute, scratching her head as if trying to remember something. She snaps and gives and "aha!" as she recalls what she needed to. Monica knocks twice, pauses, knocks two more times, pauses, and finishes with three rapid knocks. The two of you hear light footsteps approach the the door. Soon enough it is swung open and you come face to face with a familiar con woman. Helena was wearing a short black skirt and a black sleeveless shirt that ended above her navel. Her feet were clad in black boots that were a little more rugged than typical ladies footwear, likely due to the need for practical running wear in her profession. Her face had small amounts of makeup on it but it was really only needed and concentrated under her eyes, where stress had caused wear and tear to the area in spite of how youthful she looked otherwise. As you remember her chest seemed impossible given her relationship with Monica. They weren't huge, falling far below Cynthia and her kin in the size department, but they were almost super humanly round and perky, barely sagging a degree. Helena smiled "What's up my little twerp?" She said with her distinctive Boston accent.
"Oh not much, but me and Eric here were wondering if we could get some help for a project. Mind if we come in?" Monica asked.
Helena rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Ugh, you know I don't approve of you getting into my line of work. We've been over this, family doesn't compete with family! Whatever, come in." She said, motioning for you two to enter which you both did, Monica stepping in first.
It was very subtle, you almost missed it yourself, but as you passed Helena you heard her whisper as softly as a mouse "Long time no see." You don't respond, but the fact that she hadn't attempted to sell you out yet was at least a little comforting.
The two of you sit down on a luxurious and comfortable couch as Helena sits across from you on a plushy arm chair. "So, down to business. We need your help convincing the world that Eric here is a god." Monica said formally.
Helena didn't even have to think before responding in equally casual manner "Not a good idea. God acts don't work in the long run, and the two of you are way too green to handle an operation that big. Go smaller."
Monica smiled. "But here's the thing. Eric really IS a god."
This caught Helena's attention, her gaze shifting to you, then back to her niece. "What?" She questioned disbelievingly.
Monica explained everything that had happened up until that point. You deal with Alkazar, the first uses of your powers, your current predicament, everything. When she finished Helena looked much less amused. "Look, kid, you're starring to insult me. Whatever act you're trying to pull on me ain't working. You can't fool a professional." She said.
"This is no act Helena, I assure you." Monica said before turning to you. "Eric, why don't you give Helena here a demonstration of your powers?" You agree and decide to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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