“Do you wanna cheer with me?” I asked with a sense of humiliation, and then said:
“Oh, I forgot. You’re just a f**king 16 years old chick!”
I started to drink with a satisfied smile.
She sighed: “Why are you so mad at me? I don’t understand. You’re just like, everybody else is asshole and try to mess with me, so I must f#k them up and humiliate their bodies. You know, you’re mocking all the time, like a f#king mockingbird!”
Finally she shouted out. I was totally shocked, giving her a What-the-F look, while wondering if I had pushed her too much. After all she paid me with a remarkable amount of money.
I stopped drinking, just thinking about it for a moment, and then asked:
“What’s your name, kid?”
She rolled her eyes, as if this was a personal question.
“Pinks, my name is Pinks.”
I could not help but to question: “What? You are named after a color?”
She shrugged.
“My eyes are like yours.” She seemed to be prompted, and carried on now:
“Whenever I was angry or frustrated, the kind of emotion change allowed me to do something really really weird…I was like powered up, not exactly the tricks you have just shown, but more or less, close enough to make us both weirdos.”
Weirdos? WTF. I felt like being offended, but not in the mood to argue anymore.
So I asked: “How about your name as being a human? Not in the mutant school. Just a real name.”
She was hesitated for a moment, and finally confessed:
“Han Xinwan, that’s a human name.”
So her sir name was also Han, like mine.
OldmasterCang nice story... just found this thead by accident... keep it up... also... if you can you might want to soften the language a little bit... at least reduce the number of too many repeated F word in one segment... just a suggestion 
... the idea is fresh btw... i'm curious about the transmigration machine 
I smiled, without mocking at all, and then finished my drink, after which I said to her:
“Now, kid, come with me.”
But she didn’t. Never mind. I walked into the hallway, till the end of my shop, and took out the cart. Not like a cart you saw in Wal-Mart, but more often in a warehouse, basically it was just four wheels based on a flat board that you use to carry cargos from there to here. I mainly used it to carry whole packs of wine in and out.
Back to the front, I asked: “would you mind to give me a hand?”
“What’re you gonna do?” She questioned, and even stepped back a little bit, showing no incentive to help.
“Come on, I told you I don’t kill people. I’m just going to banish them.” I explained, and started to drag these bodies onto my cart.
“You what?” She made it sound like I was totally a weirdo.
“Isn’t it you that want a transmigration? Oh I totally forgot, it is actually something called pink who wants to transmigrate to mint! And btw, thanks for your little help, I’m done.”
She did nothing but simply stood there and watched, while I got those hogsheads on board, and by hogsheads I meant they were really hogs’ heads. They stank.
“Okay, let’s do it. Now the question is, are you gonna join me if you wanna see the transmigration machine.” I said, and started to pull the full-load cart toward my storage, down to the hallway.
I heard her steps followed behind, till we reached the storage, filled with racks of wine in bottles.
I stopped, picking up a certain bottle of wine from the rack, and showed to her:
“Changyu Dry Red Wine, premium, 1994, it’s quite classic.”
Then I opened it, regardless of the tight cork, which I just pulled out by force.
“What? Are you gonna drink again?” She sounded really upset.
I was amused, taking a sip of my favorite wine, and then turned the bottle upside down, pouring wine over the bodies.
She was freaked out and stepped back in a hurry, while yelling at me:
“What the hell?! Are you losing your mind! You are totally going crazy! Stop it! Don’t…”
She muted, all of sudden, just as a shining ring was flushed out from the bottle, and caught by my hand right about time.
A finely crafted amethyst with a gold circle, I held it up and said:
“I told you. It’s not a machine. It is a glowing ring.”
(To be continued...)
Estriole yes, you are absolutely right. Manner makes a man. I will definitely be careful about wording :) Thx a lot for support
CHAPTER 5 THE TRANSMIGRATION
Scene 1:
It was getting weird. The only reason that I held up the ring like this, was just to show it to Pinks, the girl who asked for transmigration.
But she simply stared at the ring, wordless, mind totally going blank. The dumb look on her face made me feel awkward, and the way I held the ring even added to my awkwardness. It looked like a dumb holding ring for proposal to the other dumb who was just a 16-year-old chick.
So instead of holding it like forever, I quickly wore it with my ring finger, which made it like an engagement ring, even closer to a proposal.
Damn it.
I had to explain:
“Listen, it’s not what it looks like. I have to wear it in my ring finger. That’s the only way to make the transmigration work.”
She frowned, and questioned to make it sound really annoying.
“So a f#king damn ring can help me out by transmigration?”
I was totally zoned out for a second, then back again.
“Hey, language!” I said.
But all she gave me was another curse:
“You did that motherf#king thing to me first! You asshole!”
That was true. She had reason to be mad at me. After all she only got 16.
So I committed: “Fine, you got me. My bad. I am sorry, for not being so nice to you. But now since I have shown you my tricks, and the transmigration ring, which is actually called “Ring of Spirit”, I suppose we are square. Shall we?”
She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. So apology accepted, things would get better from now on.
“Ok, let’s move on.” I said, and raised my left hand to show her the ring again.
“To transmigrate, you have to engage with the ring first, which is why I wear it in my ring finger, to complete the engagement. So technically, you are in agreement with the ring, to use its power for transmigration, like a covenant, between you and the ring.”
“Yeah, I forgot. One more thing, male left, female right, That’s a rule.” I added.
She looked at the ring for a while, seemed really trying to absorb every single word I just said, and then asked:
“So if I’m gonna wear the ring, I’m supposed to wear it with my right hand, because obviously I’m a female, and according to the rule.”
“Correct.” I said with an approval nod.
But then she ruined my ears: “What if it’s a shemale? What kind of rule shall be followed? Like, a man by biological definition changes his gender and some organs, or some traits in a technical way of...”
WHAT THE HELL?
She really left me no choice.
“Ok, stop...stop…Stop right there! Are you really gonna screw up this topic?! I thought you were only 16!”
She shrugged.
“Ok, fine. Anyway, I’m going to show you what a transmigration looks like. So please stay back. Move.”
I asked her to stand just right by the door, leaving me some travel space.
“What you gonna do?” She was actually getting curious.
I simply smiled: “I’ll be back in a minute. I told you. I’m gonna banish these hogsheads, by exile.”
So I started, by blowing at the ring with a spell:
“Underworld.”
Meanwhile, the fine gemstone crafted on the perfect gold circle, like sleep beauty being woken up by a kiss, started the transmigration with a violet glim on its sheer surface.
The glim grew really fast, getting stronger by every second past, and unleashed so much light. The light spread out, like a blooming violet, and every petal of it shining through the room, shattered space into puzzle pieces.
“Where you going?” Pinks shouted. Her voice echoed, traveling through the shattered space around me, as if she were way far from where I stood.
“I’ll be right back! If you see Aezo come, kick his ass for me! No mercy!” I shouted too.
Then, everything started falling down, puzzle pieces like a heavy rain, and I was immersed in the blooming light, buried alive…
