The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: 11 | Starting Tonight, You Get The Kind of Training That Makes People Quit

We shook on it. Her hand was still warm from holding the plate.

〘Physical contact registered. Temptation Gauge stable.〙

She leaned back into the couch. Pulled her legs up under her. The shirt rode up slightly. Definitely wearing shorts underneath. Black and short enough to qualify as underwear.

Don’t stare. Don’t be that guy.

I forced my eyes back to the TV. The driver was in another chase sequence. This time the cops were gaining on him.

"This movie is pretty good," Sloane said.

"Yeah."

She shifted closer to get a better view of the screen.

We watched in silence for a while. The driver pulled off an impossible drift through an alley. The cop cars crashed trying to follow.

Sloane laughed. "No way that’s possible."

"It’s a movie. Physics are optional."

"Still. The car would flip."

"You’re thinking too hard about it."

She elbowed me in the ribs. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to be annoying.

I elbowed her back. Gentle. Playful.

She went still. Looked at me with an unreadable expression.

"What?"

"Nothing." She turned back to the TV. "You’re just being weird today."

"How am I being weird?"

"I don’t know. Different. More..." She trailed off.

"More what?"

"Present. Like you were actually here instead of just existing in the same space."

That hit deeper than it should have. She was right. The original Lukas was quiet. Withdrawn. Spent most of his time in his room or at the library. Didn’t engage much with the household.

I wasn’t him. Couldn’t be him. And apparently Sloane noticed.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No. It’s just different."

We fell back into silence. The movie played out. The driver got caught eventually but escaped during the transfer. Drove off into the sunset with the girl he fell for during the heist planning.

Credits rolled.

"Want to watch another one?" Sloane asked.

I checked the quest timer. Eleven hours and seventeen minutes.

"Can’t. Got some stuff to take care of."

"What stuff?"

"Research. Halloran prep."

Her expression shifted. The playful energy drained away.

"You’re really doing this."

"Yeah."

"Even though it’s stupid and dangerous and you’re going to get hurt."

"Even though."

She stood up abruptly. Grabbed her empty plate.

"Fine. Do whatever you want. Not my problem."

She stormed into the kitchen. The plate clattered into the sink louder than necessary.

〘Warning: Subject emotional state destabilising. Temptation Gauge decrease risk elevated.〙

I followed her into the kitchen. She was standing at the sink with her back to me. Her shoulders were tense.

"Sloane."

"What?"

"I’m not trying to piss you off."

"Could’ve fooled me."

"I mean it. I know you think this is a bad idea but I have to try."

She spun around. "Why? What’s the point? You’re Unmarked, Lukas. Halloran doesn’t want you. The Hero system doesn’t want you. Why force it?"

"Because I’m tired of being useless."

"You’re not useless."

"Yes, I am. I’ve been living off Diane’s charity for nine years. Taking up space. Contributing nothing."

"That’s not true."

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