BBW: Anomaly Points Book 1

I walked out of the main entrance to the hospital at around 5 p.m., right on rush hour. There is a shuttle bus that circles the main centre, but I decided to walk. The Hospital is right next to the Auckland Domain, so I wandered through the tree-lined walkways. The waterfront is all downhill from the hospital. I will probably look for a bar, maybe some dancing. I have enhanced senses since I did this last. It is going to be an interesting experience.

My enhanced hearing picks up the same footsteps following me, and I vary my path to check that they are not just heading in the same direction at the same speed as I am. No, they are definitely following me, and there are two of them. One of them has a heavy foot and a slight limp. Probably male. The second has a lighter step, meaning they are female or used to walking softly.

The most logical explanation is that the navy would keep tabs on their wayward mutant after I had just been at a known location.

I circle around this lovely park, sniffing the flowers. Once I get the breeze flowing in the right direction, I pick up their scent. This is good practice for me. They are both female. They haven’t talked to each other yet. That is unusual.

I mull over options. I can let them follow or ignore them. I am heading to the Harcastle Shack, assuming I don’t get laid. The Navy knows that is where I am at the moment.

Maybe they are not Navy. Maybe they are reporters? There would have had to be some sort of leak at the hospital, and I am sure the Navy is very careful with Amanda’s schedule. Less likely, but possible. What would be the outcome of that? Do I get outed as The Bastard? Hey, if they try to seduce me, that could work. I am pretty sure it only works in fantasies.

I cross over a couple of streets and enter Albert Park. They are still there and still the same distance. I am pretty sure reporters would have approached me by now. Who else could they be?

I consider my defence options. I have a knife, but I don’t know how to use it, and I don’t really know how to throw a punch. My best attack will be to slap them until they fall. Once one falls, I can hug the other to death. That doesn’t sound very badass to me. I can’t kick them in the nuts because they don’t have any, although I am told females are still sensitive in that area.

The sun is going down, and the shadows are getting long. Should I confront them? If so, should I do it in the park with fewer witnesses or in a crowded place with more witnesses? Would they have weapons? I was going to head over to the Victoria Park Market, as that is a lively place with a lot of variety. It is also about halfway back to the Hardcastle Shack.

If I leave Albert Park, it is a straight walk down Wellesley Street to Victoria Park. Busy streets all the way. Stuff it. I sit down and wait to put eyes on my followers. Then I can decide to chat, fuck or run.

“Lieutenant Wihongi! What a surprise to see you here. Are you out to experience some nightlife with your girlfriend?” I didn’t recognise the dark skinned, slim lady next to Wihongi, but she walked quietly and was very aware of her surroundings. I judged she was the most dangerous of the two. Actually, I would put the odds on her being the most dangerous person in the park.

“Mr Wilkinson.”

“Bob, please.”

“Bob. We are here to make sure you don’t get lost again,” Wihongi said.

I laughed. “I will most certainly get lost again, but not tonight. Tonight, I am heading down to Victoria Market for some fun and relaxation and maybe to try and get laid. You can join me if you like. You could be my wingman, wingwoman, no, what is the navy term for that?”

“Friend.”

“Right! You could be my friends, but I would at least need to know your first names before you can enter my friend group.”

Wihongi laughed. I remember the easy, boisterous laugh. I am glad to see she hasn’t lost it. “I am Ataahua, but just call me Ata.”

We both looked at the smaller woman. “Call me Kate.”

“So, Kate, what part of the military are you in?”

Kate just looked at me in silence.

“Not a talker? I actually really appreciate that in a friend. If Ata here had bought Ensign Jeong with her, I would have been driven mad within half an hour. Come on, Victoria Market is this way. Ata, I am glad you recovered. Was it beneficial or burdensome?”

“A bit of both, but not too negative.”

“What fish?”

“No fish. One of the trawlers caught a Takāpu,” She paused, wondering if I knew the Maori name for a Gannet. I nodded. You pick up words here and there. “It had an extra leg and something we couldn’t determine. None of the others wanted to try a bird, and I always thought they were nice-looking birds, so I went for it.”

I could tell Kate was not happy with this topic of conversation, but if she didn’t want to participate, she didn’t get a say.

“Biggest benefit?”

“The Eyesight. Much better than the twenty-twenty. Everything is clearer and sharper for further. Amazing.”

“Downsides?”

“The feathers are hard to manage.”

I looked at her face and neck. No feathers.

“Back mostly, although I plucked a few from my neck to look normal.”

“Fascinating. What colours are they?”

“White with black tips. The ones on my neck were yellow, and I really like the yellow head of the Takāpu.”

“I am sure they will grow back, and you won’t have to hide forever.”

“Yeah, soon.”

We hit the market and the food stalls and beer. Ata was from Northland and grew up near the Bay of Islands. She shared stories of her life in the Navy, and I promptly forgot most of them. There was a band playing and that was interesting to my new ears.

Kate faded into the background, but I still caught her scent every now and then.

We were both tipsy when she escorted me back to the Hardcastle Shack. She thought that was hilarious, so I invited her in to look around. We played the drunk sightseers coming to gawk at the mutants to get through the media gauntlet. We weren’t the only ones, but we were the only ones the guard let through the gate.

We dashed out of sight, and I showed her the Shack. She showed me her feathers, which were beautiful. They gave her a white back with a line about her waist when they turned black and flared out from her ass to almost be a tail. They were on her upper arms as well and hung down like useless wing feathers. They must be real trouble when wearing sleeves. She showed me a yellow one she had kept, and I could see they would have covered the back of her neck. I wish she had not removed them.

One of her regrets was the feathers covered a tattoo she had on her back, but that was minor.

The feathers shone beautifully in the moonlight when we went skinny dipping in the pool. I told her she should never wear clothes again. She had a powerful and beautiful body with a fascinating back of feathers.

She just told me to shut up and fuck her again.