Imminent Danger (Work-in-Progress) (WARNING: Blood)

Story by ImpSyndrome

This is a short story that I wrote up recently to introduce an RP theme that I want to work with. I've separated it into three parts: the first part is mostly talk, introducing the characters and the scenario; the second part will have a relatively short fight scene (with a bit of blood-letting near the end); and the final part will feature male/futa sex and a little bit more bleeding (used in a sexual sense this time). I may do a follow-up short story, depending on whether or not there's much interest in the RP series I plan to build off of it. That said, I am a little rusty, as I haven't written anything in a while, so if anyone has any suggestions for me, please make them known; I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing abilities.

Now, without further rambling, here's the actual story:

Charles Rein walked into the Handstand Club expecting to see more of a crowd, but the underground nightclub was virtually empty, save for a sharp-dressed young man with slick brown hair and an attractive woman behind a counter, who he assumed was the barkeep. He slowly walked in and waved weakly to his company, the brown-haired man, who stood up from his booth and approached casually. There was a distinct contrast between the two of them: Charles felt underdressed in his jeans and button-down shirt when he looked at his associate, the clean-cut, suit-clad gentleman he was meant to meet. In fact, the two had even less in common than appearances belied.

Charles had led a rough life; he was orphaned early on, and he was adopted by a foster home where food and water were not always easy to come by. He survived by taking what he could from others, despite the warnings of his authority figures. As he grew up, he began taking to violence; this behavior peaked just after he graduated high school, when he attacked a middle-aged man and tried to rob him. He was apprehended and forced to serve several months in prison, where he was once again forced to fight for amnesty from the other inmates. After finally being released, Charles immediately went to a bar near his home to celebrate; this is where he met the enigmatic ‘Genic’, the man in the suit.

‘Genic’ had introduced himself as a psychologist when Charles first approached him at the bar. After sharing a drink, Charles opened up and told him his entire story; something about the story intrigued Genic, and he subsequently asked Charles if he would be interested in helping him with testing a theory he’d had for a while. At the mention of copious compensation, Charles was quick to agree, and the two exchanged contact info. The next day, Genic called Charles, and they set up their ‘appointment’ in the Handstand Club.

“Glad you could make it, Charles,” Genic said, holding forth his right hand. “Really, I am.”

“Not a problem,” Charles replied shakily, taking his associate’s hand and shaking it politely. “So, what’s this theory you wanted to talk about?”

“Let’s have a seat,” the psychologist suggested, and he led his new acquaintance to the booth he had previously occupied. Once they were both seated, he explained, “Now, I told you that I’m a psychologist, but what I haven’t told you is that I’m working on an experimental type of behavioral suppression that could reduce violent tendencies in certain individuals.”

Charles shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the words ‘violent tendencies’; Genic immediately picked up on this, but regardless, he continued, “There is, of course, a problem: the methods I’ve come up with are…unconventional, to say the least. Ethics committees would never approve of the research I would like to carry out…which brings me to the reason I wanted to meet you so eagerly.

“I remember hearing about your case on the news months ago,” he said, not bothering to mince words about Charles’ arrest. “You obviously have some rather violent behavioral methods. That makes you a prime candidate for my experimental suppression tactics. But, before you agree to help me, you must know: we’re about to do something rather illegal, and if we’re caught, we could both get into a great deal of trouble. Plus, there’s the issue of whether or not this idea will help you tone down your aggressive tendencies or increase them. That being said, are you still willing to help me with this?”

Charles sat back in the booth and took his time considering what Genic was proposing. He wasn’t used to breaking the law, but at the same time, he wasn’t exactly a stranger to it, either. Plus, he knew that he had uses for the money that Genic had promised, especially when it ca

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