Mermaid Effect

Vol1

The blood left by Raisha hurt Rand deeply.

He can't remember if he has felt worse since the death of his adoptive parents. He inserted his hands into his hair, stared at the blood on the floor, and his mind went blank for a few seconds .

What the hell is going on-

What the hell is he going to do—

Countless voices and thoughts were spinning wildly in his head.

And Munster screamed and tried to slip past Rand, baring his teeth and claws, trying to continue hunting down the hapless human girl.

Its beast-like terrifying form finally made Rand react.

Just now, Munster attacked a human girl.This fact burned Rand's soul instantly like a flame.

He quickly blocked Munster with his eyes and hands, and then stepped on Munster's tail fin.

"What the hell did you do?!"

He growled hoarsely.

"Let me go! I'm going to eat that guy! I'm going to tear her apart! I swear I will never forgive that disgusting monster!"

Munster is screaming too!

Its claws made white scratches on the floor, and its hair stood on end like a peacock's tail, making it appear larger and more colorful.

"Calm down!"

Rand grabbed Munster's hair, and he pulled it straight in his direction with a rudeness that he hadn't even imagined before.

Munster started screaming.

As a friend of Rand, Rogers should be grateful for his outing on this day, because if he was on the scene at this moment, he might have been turned into meat paste by the high-frequency sound waves from Munster.

To humans, those voices were just waves of attacks representing the god of death, but in Rand's ears.

They are irrational venting.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill her!" it cried.

It was at this moment that Munster's bright red eyes met Rand's gaze just like that.

The eyes began to expand unconsciously, and the color was very bright.Contrary to Rand's memory, they now seemed to be completely filled with tyrannical desires.Rand even felt extremely shocked, because in front of him, the eyes belonging to Munster were like the eyes of a beast, with no humanity in them, only bloodthirsty and madness.

Is the wild beast that went mad in front of him really the little monster he knew?

Rand unknowingly let go of his hand.

However, his hand was held back by Munster.

"Rand..." it murmured. "You smell of her."

Rand's vision suddenly became dim, and it was Munster who suddenly bent down and pressed its face to Rand's.It didn't ask for any permission at all, and it just stuck to Rand's lips.

"Uh...uuuu..."

Rand instinctively shut his mouth tightly, but that didn't help much.

The mouthparts, which were as hard as insect organs, were roughly squeezed in from between Rand's lips. The tentacles stretched his gums, and countless soft, sausage-like flesh columns filled the inside of Rand's mouth. Licking Rand's teeth, tongue and palate, the tiny suckers gently sucked inside the mouth, leaving countless itches close to tingling.

While Munster was kissing Rand, the frenzied movement became calmer.

It gently pressed Rand's shoulder, curled its tail around Rand's mouth, and closed its eyes.

The next second, Rand slammed Munster's ear and pushed his cheeky face away.

"boom--"

Then he raised his fist and hit Munster on the cheekbone.

Strictly speaking, this punch didn't serve much purpose other than causing Rand himself to die of pain.Because Munster's skin didn't even turn red, it just stared at Rand with wide eyes in shock, as if there was no way to digest the fact that "Rand punched it".

Then Rand punched it again, on the jaw.

His joints were torn from the beating, and the pain made Rand gasp.

Of course, Munster remained sluggish.

After about ten seconds, it slowly raised its hand and covered its chin.

It doesn't hurt at all.

But it's strange that it has some crying.

It spoke dryly, with a trembling voice: "Rand... you... hit me."

Rand clenched his teeth, and the tense masseter muscles could be seen on his face.

"Yes, are you calm now?"

He looked at Munster coldly, and said word by word.

"But, Rand, you hit me."

Munster pursed his lips and repeated, its panic completely washed away the rage that filled its entire body before.

It longed to hear Rand's words.

Tell it sorry or something.

But Rand acted as if he didn't hear it, he pushed Munster's body away from his body.

"Rand, you smell strange... That woman kissed you! I hate her! Rand should only smell of me!"

Munster was a little anxious. It said to Rand incoherently, but it didn't wait for a response from the other party.

Rand had never treated it like this before.

"Rand..."

At this time, Rand had already walked to the porch and grabbed an umbrella. His face was cold and pale, and only a little emotion could be shown in those unusually bright green eyes.

Anxious, angry and disappointed.

Munster followed him closely, wanting to act with him, but Rand pointed at the door with a cold umbrella tip.

"Munster, I'm tired of talking about this, stay in the room..." Rand said to it in a hard voice that Munster had never heard before, and after a few seconds of pause, he suddenly He retracted the umbrella pointing at Munster again, "Forget it, it's up to you," he said, "If you really want to be exposed to the crowd, it's up to you, I don't care, at least, I don't care anymore, Just don’t let me see you hurt any human being at will, Munster, don’t let me feel that it was a wrong decision to hide your existence and keep you.”

Then Rand opened the umbrella and hurried outside.

He still has to look for the injured girl.

God bless her injuries are not serious...

"Hopefully it's still too late."

Looking at the road ahead blurred by the heavy rain, Rand murmured.

Vol2

Raisha saw the black car parked on the side of the road from a distance.

The heavy rain turned the world into a monotonous picture composed of gray rain curtains and brown earth, and the car seemed to be the only coordinate in the world, which made the young girl breathe a sigh of relief.

Before opening the car door, though, she lingered outside for a moment to let the rain wash away the blood from her stomach.

In any case, the blood stains soaked the fabric made her feel a little embarrassed, and they tended to remind people of something else.

But no matter what, the rain couldn't dilute the blood, because her wound was continuously gushing out with blood.This is not good. The "Prince" itself is not a complete siren. Although the fragments it left in Raisha's body can help her heal her wounds and even bring her back to life, it does not mean that she It can also deal with the damage caused by Munster in the same way.

The slime attached to those tentacles (although they looked like shiny hair) inhibited Raisha's ability to regenerate, and she tore a hole in her abdomen and escaped so badly that she had to use Hands desperately pressed the wound to prevent the intestines from leaking out.

She was starting to feel weak and cold, her legs were shaking, and the rain was washing her face, making it almost impossible to keep her eyes open.

Through the rain-soaked car window, Laisha could see the hazy shadow of the prince.

He leaned casually on the seat, flipping through a thin booklet in a bored way. It was a guide to traveling in Europe that they picked up at the gas station. It was full of mistakes and emphatically described "" motel".

But Raisha still felt that the Prince's way of reading a book was astonishingly elegant.

The latter had obviously seen Raisha, but he didn't pay too much attention. Instead, after raising his eyes indifferently, he lowered his eyes again to look at those boring pictures and information.

Raisha couldn't hold on anymore, she looked at her still bleeding belly and muddy T-shirt, opened the door and got in.

The prince turned his head and spoke indifferently.

"You've been there for too long, have you got it?"

Raisha was silent for a moment, she opened her mouth towards the Prince.

Under her tongue was a pouch formed by folds of skin where the saliva collected from Rand was stored.

The prince chuckled, and he leaned his head over...

Then he pushed Laisha away forcefully.

"This is... this is a... human..."

It carefully analyzed the composition of the saliva with its tongue, a suspicious flush appeared on the cheekbones, some drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, it was obviously completely fascinated by something.

"...a... red scale? No, a hybrid of a red scale and a siren..."

Raisha should have done all this, gazing at the Prince with admiration, as she always did.

But today she was in so much pain that she could only curl up in the back seat clutching her stomach, controlling her breathing in one breath after another, enduring the worsening pain.

In a trance, she felt the bandage on her leg—it was put on her by Rand today.

Maybe she should have asked for some gauze at the time... If it was that person, maybe it would have been given to her.

He is a nice guy.

Laisha thought with some regret.

But soon she thought of what she had done in that room today.

Oh silly girl.

she said to herself.

It was impossible for her to appear by Rand's side again.Thinking of this, Laisha felt a kind of dazed, faint sadness, even though she herself didn't understand why she felt this way...

Maybe it's just because it hurts too much.

She felt her own blood seep slowly out of her body, soaking through her clothes, soaking through the cheap cushions, and dripping down the curve of her calf to the floor.

Then she moved her leg indecently, and fumbled to remove the band-aid on her calf.

She held the band-aid in her palm and curled up again.

"...Damn it, that human, what is that human? Why is it like this..."

The prince was still muttering to himself, and its elegant and deep voice accompanied Raisha, making her feel a little happier.

In the thicker and colder air, she slowly closed her eyes.

Vol3

Raisha, who was in a coma, would never have imagined that there was another man in front of the road, looking for her in embarrassment with an umbrella.

For Rand, it was really difficult to find someone in the storm. He simply didn't know how a wounded girl could run so fast.

He only delayed for a short while, and when he chased out again, Laisha was no longer in sight.

And God seems to have gone crazy, pouring rain into this world crazily. It is very rare for such a big storm to last for such a long period of time.

Perhaps the Supreme One was nostalgic for the forty days and nights of torrential rain, Rand thought sarcastically.

Rand had brought an umbrella, but he soon discovered that it was useless. He was drenched and it would have been wiser to close the umbrella and use the handle as a crutch to trudge through the muddy ground.

He was very worried that in such a rainy day, Miss Laisha would run into a fork in the road. Yes, this monotonous road hardly had a single car coming to it every day, but there were several fork roads that looked pretty much the same. Like the branches growing on the trunk of a tree, those forks often lead to wilder places than Rogers Ranch, and almost all of them are dead ends.

One of the forks even leads to a very confusing swamp, the soft wet mud is covered with grass, but once you step on it, you can't climb out again.

"I think someone must have been trapped there and died there. It's like a death trap - but they're all too deep, and it's too remote, so no one will notice."

Rand remembers how Rogers explained it to Rand.

Thinking of this, Rand became even more nervous.

He wandered in the cold and icy rain for almost two hours, close to exhaustion.

And at this moment, he heard the sound of a car engine coming from the other side of the road.

In an instant, Rand became energetic.

Slowly approaching Rand from the rain was a black Volkswagen model with a good balance of horsepower and price, a very good second-hand product.

The car approached Rand little by little, and finally stopped with a "creak".

Rogers rolled down the car window, stuck out his head, and looked at the drenched Rand strangely.

"Hey buddy? God, what are you doing?!"

……

Vol3

With the help of Rogers, Rand searched the front and back of the road in a car.

They found signs of parking on one side of the road, as well as ruts from where the car had driven away.

"It seems that the girl was not seriously injured. You see, she was even able to drive away from the scene by herself."

Rogers whistled and said without changing his face.He looked down at the brown soil. Even though it had been loosened and muddy by the rain, it was still darker than other places.

Rand stood up from the side of the rut at this time, and he smiled at Rogers in a little embarrassment.

"I hope you're right...although I think what we have to worry about now is the discovery of Munster."

His face was pale, and he said with a wry smile.

"I'm not worried about that," Rogers seemed a little careless, "No one would believe that a teenage girl would see a... er, mermaid on a so-called suburban farm. Medicine."

Or, she couldn't make it to the city at all and died.

The bloodstains left at the scene made Rogers feel very stable.

They drove back to the ranch.

It was already dark, but it was pitch black in the converted barn.

After Roger pulled out the car key and the roar of the car engine died down, it was as quiet as a grave.

Rand sat numbly in the passenger seat, looking tired and pale, and it was obvious that he didn't want to go in.

Rogers couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

"Man, I can see that this time you have a real conflict with Munster... But let's go in first? I'm starving and cold..."

"Rodgers—"

Rand maintained the previous posture, and suddenly interrupted him.

"Do you think it's really the right decision for me to let Munster stay by my side?"

He turned his head and said expressionlessly, the fragility and despair in his tone could make Rogers harden in an instant.

"Uh, in fact..." Rogers rubbed his fingertips lightly, "I never thought it would be a good thing for you to let that little monster stay in human society. In my opinion, it is a Beast... Hey, you told me to say it, don't show such an expression. I'm telling the truth, its attack power, its size and its mental state are all very worrying. If you really If you really need a pet, you can choose a safer animal."

"Munster is not my pet..."

"But in my opinion, it is. Sometimes, it's even a little bit more than a pet..." Rogers stared at Rand's naked skin, forcibly suppressing the strong desire in his heart.

There has never been a better opportunity than now, Munster has always been a huge obstacle to his art, and as long as it exists, Rogers will not be able to smoothly transform the soft white skin of his little brother Roll off his useless body.

"Don't think I can't see it, Rand, don't you realize it yourself? That stickiness between the two of you, and that monster's possessiveness over you . . . only in the closest That's what lovers do. Sometimes I look at you and start worrying that you're going to tattoo each other and drink each other's blood."

Under Rogers' words, Rand looked almost shaky.

He covered his face with both hands, leaned back and took a deep breath.

"I just, I just feel like it needs me. It's so innocent and..."

"Pfft——" Rogers interrupted Rand with a sneer. "That 'simple' little monster of yours attacked a girl just today, and, need I remind you of the mutations in you and its previous behavior? You know, you still have to wear an invisible And the spectacle lenses, Mr. Cat Squint."

"I……"

"Rand, you really need to think about it. Maybe, now is a good time to let him go. We can release him to the Arkansas River, and he can swim to the sea... where he won't If it hurts anyone, you don't have to worry about its safety anymore, and even the mutation in your own body will change."

Rogers patiently listed countless reasons for Rand to send Munster away.

What makes Rand even more sad is that all his reasons sound irrefutable.

Munster's bloodthirsty gaze and behavior when he went crazy today still lingers in Rand's mind.

"In short, make a decision quickly, Rand, as your friend, I think I may have said too much."

With that calm and concerned expression, Rogers, as he had done many times before, began to give Rand some hints in hidden places.

"Oh, Rogers, let me think." Rand finally left the carriage, and he moved slowly towards the door, like a child who refuses to face his teacher.

"Let me figure out what to do."

He repeated it one last time.

Vol4

After they entered the house, what Rand saw was a mess.

The floor was wet, the carpet felt like swampy ground, a few rags were strewn between the floor and the sofa, and a bucket was deflated and lay dying by the door.

"What the hell is this..."

Rogers, who has always been very calm and calm, finally showed anger after facing this scene.

Angrily, he turned on the light, and together with Rand, they saw a monster crawling on the ground, scrubbing the floor with a brush in a panic.

It was trembling as a whole fish, and it sat on the ground with its tail crossed while making ear-piercing sobs, trying to clean up the mess in front of it in a disorganized manner.

As a mermaid, Munster obviously has no talent for cleaning floors.

It has too much force, and the long nails and slime on the tail only make cleaning more difficult, not to mention that the blood stain itself is extremely difficult to deal with dirt.

The washing foam it used turned most of the living room pink, and it tried to wash off the damn foam with water only to find that the floor was starting to seep.

It was literally falling apart.

Before Rogers turned on the light, it actually saw Rand, who frowned slightly and looked at it indifferently.

This simply broke Munster's heart.

It couldn't control its emotions at all, and its grievances and fears completely crushed it.

Tears welled up in its eyes, and it looked up at Rand, and then again.

Rand stood at the door with a blank expression all the time, without any expression.

Well, the "Sorry, Rand" that Munster got to his mouth was chewed up by it, and he swallowed hard.In addition to the grievance and fear, a kind of anger that had never been seen fermented in Munster's chest.

It bit its own lip, lowered its head fiercely, and began to brush the ground silently and vigorously...

If its sobs hadn't gotten louder, it might have looked like it could have retained a little bit of a monstrous presence.

……

Both Rogers and Rand were silent.

A "this is horrible" look appeared on Rogers' face, and he shuddered, silently taking a step back.

"Gosh, this scene really gave me goosebumps, what the hell did you do to it?"

The corner of his mouth twitched and asked in Rand's ear.

"I hit him, with my fist," Rand said dryly.

Munster, who had been listening to the conversation between the two with his ears upright, raised his head uncontrollably after hearing his words.

It looked pitiful, and as it had done so many times before, Rand felt soft-hearted again.

however……

The pink foam all over the floor reminded him vividly that a girl was injured here before and shed a lot of blood.

The girl suffered a lot.

Rand had noticed before that she had scalded calluses on her fingers, bruises everywhere, and her body was pitifully thin, but she herself was indifferent to her body.

He didn't know what had happened to her, but that wasn't the case with a comfortable young girl.

Thinking of this, Rand's expression returned to the coldness before.

"I think maybe I should have done it long ago, and I will never say another word to Munster until he knows his real mistake."

Rand, amplifying his voice on purpose, said to Rogers.

... Munster's sobs grew louder.