Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!

Chapter 58: Georgina Injected Something into My Neck

I spun wildly, katana flashing in the strobing floodlights, eyes hunting Georgia amid the mansion’s slaughterhouse ruins. Where the fuck—?

A light tap on my shoulder. I whirled, blade slicing air—and clashed against a gleaming dagger that materialized from nowhere, sparks erupting in a screech of steel. Georgia stood there, green hair whipping like venomous serpents, her beautiful face alight with wicked delight.

She smirked, pressing the block effortlessly. "You’re really feisty. I like that. Maybe I should go easy on you."

"Like this?" I snarled, channelling raw power surging through my veins—an ability that I haven’t used for what felt like years. A sword shimmered into existence in my free hand, steel humming with energy. I hurled it like a javelin, straight for her heart.

"Oh?"

Georgia twisted with inhuman grace, the blade whistling past to embed in the wall—exploding stone in a shower of debris. "Full of surprises, aren’t you?" She circled, dagger twirling. "Does Tina know about this power? Or is it another ’exotic’ kind of secret you’re keeping?"

My lips curled. Judging by her ’nonchalance,’ powers weren’t new here. "Looking at your reaction, this is old hat for you. There are people with abilities here, right?"

"No," she purred, eyes gleaming. "I’ve have seen countless people—seen fire summoners, shadow weavers, reality-benders. But this? Fresh anomaly. Care to share?"

I didn’t answer. Instead, I opened the power fully—reality rippling like heat haze. A shotgun materialized in my grip, heavy and real, chambers loaded with buckshot from the void. "Guess you’ll see this for the first time. I have an advice for you, Georgina." I trained it at her. "You should run."

I pumped and fired—BOOM-BOOM-BOOM—blasts chewing the air. Pellets shredded a chandelier overhead, raining crystal shrapnel; one grazed her arm, flaying leather and skin to expose raw muscle in bloody ribbons. She dodged the rest with blurring speed, laughing maniacally.

Sudden crack—lightning ropes lashed from her palms, jagged blue-white whips crackling with ozone reek, forking toward me like seeking vipers.

My eyes narrowed; I dove, bolts scorching my shoulder—flesh bubbling and charring, the stench of burned meat filling my nostrils as pain seared white-hot.

Georgia vanished in a shimmer, then erupted from the floor—ground splitting like flesh as she burst upward, green hair wild. Her boot connected with my gut mid-leap, force hurling me backward into a gore-smeared wall. Ribs cracked audibly, fresh agony exploding; I tasted blood, spitting a red glob.

She wasn’t done. As I slid down, dazed, she blurred forward—kicking again, this time catching me square in the chest in mid-air. I rocketed upward, smashing through a second-story banister in an explosion of wood splinters that lacerated my arms and face.

Airborne, world tumbling, I glimpsed her below—smirking triumphantly amid the guts and bodies.

I crashed onto the upper landing, bones jarring, katana skittering away—but power flared anew. Not yet, bitch. A massive axe coalesced in my hands as I rose, snarling through bloodied teeth. Georgia levitated up, lightning coiling around her fists.

"You’re full of surprises too, aren’t you?" I spat a thick glob of blood onto the splintered floor, metallic tang flooding my mouth. Ribs grinding like crushed gravel, I snatched the axe—its edge humming energy—and leaped at Georgia, who hovered mid-air crackling with lightning.

She smirked through the chaos. "Flattery? How sweet. But you have to be careful, sweetheart."

I feinted high, then dropped low mid-jump—releasing the axe to snatch the blood-crusted hammer from the floor below, its claws still embedded with skull fragments from earlier kills.

Georgina’s eyes widened as she dodged the axe, twisting her body to fare my attack.

But the momentum carried me crashing into her like a meteor; we tumbled in a tangle of limbs and steel, slamming onto the upper landing amid shattered banister shards that gashed our skin. With a yell, I punched her face repeatedly.

"Again? With the same hammer?" Georgia laughed wildly, dagger flashing up to parry as she kicked free. We exploded into a whirlwind of blows—brutal, primal, no quarter.

My hammer arced down; she blocked, but the force numbed her arm, Kevlar cracking.

I followed with a knee to her gut—feeling ribs give beneath my strike, her breath whooshing out in a pained grunt. She retaliated viciously—dagger raking my thigh, carving a deep furrow that parted muscle to bone, blood sheeting hot down my leg.

"Fuck!" I roared, spinning the hammer into her shoulder—crunch—claws burying deep, shredding deltoid to hanging tatters, collarbone snapping like dry twig. Gore welled, soaking her green hair dark crimson as she staggered.

Lightning surged from her free hand—ropes lashing my chest, charring flesh to blistering craters, the stench of seared meat choking the air.

Pain buckled my knees, but I charged through, headbutting her nose—cartilage pulping with a wet snap, blood exploding in a facial geyser that blinded her momentarily.

She slashed wildly, dagger glancing my ribs—flaying skin in a ragged flap exposing white bone and heaving lung. I countered with hammer overhead—it smashed her forearm blocking it, ulna shattering into protruding spikes that pierced her own flesh from inside, arterial spray painting us both.

We broke apart gasping, circling amid the gore-slick ruins—bodies below, viscera everywhere, sirens now a deafening wail as Bureau floodlights swept the grounds. Georgia wiped blood from her eyes, grinning through smashed lips. "You are well trained... who trained you?"

"No one. Now, shut up and bleed," I snarled, hammer raised, power coiling for the next surge.

Georgia glanced down, smirking. As soon as I was about to strike her, she vanished before appearing right above me as she hit my face with a jaw-shattering kick.

I hit the gore-drenched landing with a bone-jarring thud, fresh pain lancing through my cracked ribs and gashed thigh. The katana clattered away, useless now.

My head spun viciously, vision tunnelling to black spots. Eyelids grew impossibly heavy, like lead weights dragging me under—adrenaline crash hitting hard after the power surge. Blood loss? Concussion?

The mansion’s charnel stench—burnt flesh, spilled guts, gunpowder—swirled nauseatingly, my pulse thundering in my ears.

That green-haired bitch loomed over me, her face smeared with our shared blood, smirking down like a victorious goddess. "Sleep tight, beautiful," she murmured, voice distorted through the fog, words slurring into nonsense echoes. Something about Tina... something about... control? I couldn’t parse it; all of my thoughts fragmented like shattered glass.

She crouched gracefully, leather creaking, and produced a sleek injector from her belt—a matte-black syringe glowing faint neon blue. I had no time to react. The needle pierced my neck with surgical precision—icy burn flooding veins instantly, chemical fire racing to my brain.

My body seized, muscles locking in futile spasm; a choked gasp escaped as darkness clawed in, swallowing screams of protest.

What was happening to me? My last hazy glimpse—Georgia’s eyes boring into mine, whispering, "I will force every secrets out of you." After that, I finally lost my consciousness.