CH15: Sexual Injuries

Earthly Supporters: Michael Whitmer

Golden clocks appeared and vanished around Tom, spinning their hands before cracking. With the clocks came an aura that surrounded the wizard with far more potency than I was used to. His brown eyes flashed red and back to dark brown. Even the dark brown hair on the man's head flashed gold for a few seconds.

"So, you have some Saiyan heritage? Maybe I should treat you seriously after all." I said.

While the wizard's hair didn't turn spiky and gold, I was sure it was only a matter of time before the transformation was complete. An immortal Saiyan could be my most challenging fight yet. That was probably the most broken thing in existence. Damaging him would also increase his strength so I had to end him in one shot.

Nimrod chose that moment to knock open the door with a wheelbarrow full of phoenixes. He dumped them on the ground tossed me a bushel of wands held in a rubber band.

"Master, I know you're in the middle of something, but what do you want me to do with the wizards," Nimrod said.

"Toss them in the garage for later indoctrination. Cinder, do you think your father sent them. Should I send him a thank you card for the extra wands?" I said.

She opened her beak, tried to speak, then closed it and settled on pecking the floor and scratching.

"Cinder, I don't know morse code," I said.

The golden aura radiating from Tom's body slowly died down along with his hair.

Tom stared at me in utter confusion. "Mr. Potter are you an independent in this conflict." Tom asked.

"You could say that. I have plans to terraform mars and open its frontier, a new world. Mankind will no longer be limited to a single world; we will once again expand and explore." I said, half ready to jump into a recruitment speech.

Cinder continued to peck the ground. "She's saying that if you don't get her help soon, she's going to flame early, and it will be all your fault. Of course that's without the cursing." Tom said.

"How do you plan to carry out your goal?" Tom asked.

"I'm going to use mass mind control to raise a population of researchers, doctors, and engineers," I said.

Tom opened and closed his mouth. "You're insane, Mr. Potter; that could never work. How would you even go about mind-controlling people to take on those professions?"

I turned, and Cinder really didn't look so good. The bulge in her crop started vibrating. "Tom, did you drive here?" I asked.

"Yes, it's magically untraceable," Tom said.

"How long will your ward to stop flaming last?" I asked.

"Is that a vibrator in her crop?" Tom asked.

He looked between Cinder and me before turning his gaze to the pile of phoenixes tossed on the rug like slaughtered chickens.

"It should stay in place for another 4 hours if I don't replenish it. Are you sure you don't want to just kill her and the others? This world is better off without them." Tom said.

"Save it for after I create a replacement for wizard brains," I said.

"How do you expect muggle methods to work? Don't you think the phoenixes have tried? What makes you any different?" Tom asked.

"Science is the panacea of humankind. Muggles have discovered an immortal cell that can eternally replicate." I said.

That seemed to throw Tom for a loop. "Cancer, your going to farm brain cancer to feed phoenixes." Tom said.

"Yes," I said.

"I'm parked across the street," Tom said.

He cranked his Sedan, and we pulled out onto the highway.

"Do you mind if I turn on some music to drown out that buzzing?" Tom said.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about your hatred of phoenixes," I said.

"What is there to talk about? They took what was rightfully mine, and I will never forgive them." Tom said.

"Oh, that sounds like an interesting story, do tell Mr. Riddle. What did they take from you?" I asked.

"What's it to you? You could have wiped out several of those monsters but decided not to. As far as I'm concerned, you are just as bad as they are." Tom said.

"Yet here we are in your Sedan," I said.

"You said you aren't replacing wizard brains only using an endlessly growing part of one. I understand the muggle industry as much as I distaste it, and with enough researchers, if the problem can be solved, they will. No matter how ugly the solution may appear. But do you think solving that problem will fix everything?" Tom said.

"No, it's the first step on a long and difficult road of work and forgiveness. Though if the phoenixes don't put in the effort, I may have to punish them." I said.

"I see how you could become friends with a phoenix. You are equally arrogant." Tom said.

"Coming from a timelord or whatever you are, I'll take that as a compliment," I said.

Cinder pecked something on the car door, and Tom grit his teeth. "Case and point, you react the same," Tom said.

"I am powerful beyond what even the strongest wizards can perceive. You say I'm arrogant when I'm only expressing the possibilities I have at my disposal. What about you, Tom? Why haven't you taken control of the situation? Surely with your time powers, you could have traveled back in time and changed the future." I said.

Tom parked at the vet clinic and turned the Sedan off. I opened the door and scooped Cinder up under my arm.

"I learned my power from the phoenix lord Chronos. So it seems you've underestimated the power of this threat after all." Tom said.

We stepped into the vet clinic, and Cinder's crop's vibrating sound became more apparent. The secretary looked between us and then to Cinder clutched in my arms. "Do you have an appointment?" She asked.

I shook my head. "It's an emergency," I said.

"Well, it's a slow day, so fill out this paperwork, and Dr. Henry will see you shortly." The secretary said.

The vet allowed us both to go in, and they took Cinder away for an X-ray before returning without her. Then, Dr. Henry came into the room. He was a younger man, perhaps only 5 years older than Tom's appearance.

He tossed an x-ray on the table and stared at it. This vet seemed like the theatric type because he waited until we had a good look at it.

"As you can see from the x-ray, there is a large phallic object lodged in her crop. Birds don't normally go after those kinds of implements on their own. So do you have anything to say before I check her cloaca for semen?" Dr. Henry said.

Tom brandished another wand from out of nowhere. "Imperio," Tom said, and the man's eyes glazed over.

"Do you see now, Mr. Potter, no good can come of phoenixes. Let's hope he's already removed the implement from your phoenix's crop." Tom said with a look of disgust.

"Tom, give me a decade, and I can solve the brain problem," I said.

"Why should I trust you? Your parents were enforcers." Tom said.

"Because we're immortal, Tom, and if I can't fix this, I'm sure you won't let me forget it for centuries," I said.

"Not good enough, whatever power you have, it isn't magic, and since you refuse a formal magical education." Tom tapped his foot in thought. "You will become my apprentice. That's the only deal I will accept." Tom said.

"What will you do if I don't accept?" I asked.

"In less than a year, I will be ready for open war. Any plans you may have for this world will fall to the wayside. When I start the war for Britain, other powers will move, and the 3rd great wizard war will begin. Just as before, the mundane will follow the magical. Nuclear bombs will fly, and only wizard kind will rise from the ashes." Tom said.

I raised a questioning eyebrow. "I have foreseen it," Tom said.

"Very well, Master, what are your orders," I asked.

"Return home and see to your business. I will send one of my lieutenants to your home to catch you up on the basics." Tom said.

"So long as my other training and preparations aren't interrupted, that will be fine," I said.