行尸走肉第3季

Ryan milled about the room, seeing one of the ladies from the office tapping the microphone at the front of the room.

"Excuse me, enhancers. Enhancers! Can you come up front?" She said, slightly giggling. "You are needed on stage!"

Making his way up front, Ryan made sure to activate his aura, spreading a low dose throughout the crowd so that it touched a majority of the girls.

As he joined the nine others on stage, Ryan put on a confused face to match the others.

"Okay, boys," The lady said, looking at them.

Ryan couldn't help himself, winking at her.

Her eyes rolled up, and she couldn't remember what she was going to say, stuttering into the microphone as her cheeks turned pink.

Running his hands through his hair, Ryan watched her stutter as fantasies invaded her mind.

After thirty seconds, he frowned, putting his hands back in his pocket, thinking, 'Okay, lady, let's get on with the program. I have some revenge work to do.'

Finally, the second lady from the office appeared, taking the microphone from the incompetent hostess.

"Boys, today's your lucky day! Each of you is going to have the great opportunity of walking the catwalk and having every eye upon you." She said, winking at them, "I know you'll enjoy it."

"But, unfortunately, you can't have all the women here. You will be going home with one lucky lady that bids the most for a date with you this evening."

"We are being sold?"

"Is this fair?"

"I thought I was coming to a concert."

"I thought I was coming to an orgy."

"Now, boys," the lady continued. "This is your chance to do a good deed for these lucky ladies and for your school. Plus, we wouldn't leave you empty-handed. You will each receive 10% of the proceeds. So shake it, boys, let's get going."

Drawing straws, Ryan reached in and picked the last number. Perfect. This was going to be perfect.

The auction started. The roar of the crowd was deafening as hoots and hollers rang out from every direction.

"First up, we have Roger McDaniel!" A man strode out on the runway, lifting his head and puffing his chest to show the ladies his worth.

His moderately chiseled jawline immediately attracted the ladies as they began whispering to their friends.

"Our starting bid for all contestants is 100 campus credits. Do I have a bid for 100?"

"100!" A girl in a green ballgown shouted.

"125. He's coming home to mommy," A woman twice as round as the girl in green blubbered out.

As the bidding commenced, Ryan focused on his aura, making sure to layer it through the crowd thinly.

Hearing the final price of 175 campus credits, Ryan slowed his breathing falling into a forgotten memory that pulled him away.

===

"Ryan, did you really bid $175 for a turkey leg on eBay?" Aliza asked, wrapping her arms around Ryan's shoulders.

"It's a golden turkey leg Ali," Ryan said, leaning his head against her arms. "Gold is for the bold."

"I wish you would stop using my own lines against me," She said, nudging his cheek. "I'm not some omnipotent deity that you need to worship my every word."

"Listen when a beautiful lady talks," Ryan retorted with another line of hers.

Stroking her silky smooth azure hair, Ryan said, "I don't worship you. I adore you. There's a difference."

Aliza stared into Ryan's emerald-green eyes, raising one eyebrow, "And what would that difference be?"

Looking away, Ryan said, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"You can't use my own tricks against me," She said, rolling her eyes at Ryan's attempt to play her. Going into mentor mode, she said, "You shouldn't disclose how you feel. Remember al-."

"Always be secretive. Always leave her guessing." Ryan interrupted, bowing his head, knowing he lost this round.

"It's okay, my student," She said, patting Ryan on the cheek.

"However," She said, removing her arms from around Ryan. "Spending $175 on a piece of chicken is not."

===

As the last person was bid on, Ryan came out of his thoughts.

"Going once…going twice…we have a winner!" Clapping, the hostess said, ushering the man towards the winner.

"For those who haven't gotten a man yet, we have one final piece of meat for you to suck on."

"Give it up for Anthony Dire!"

Standing up, Ryan rolled his shoulders back and strode onto the stage.

Gathering his energy, Ryan prepared for the riskiest part of the plan.

Manipulating his aura, he condensed it into a small ball the size of an acorn.

Stepping onto the catwalk, Ryan took one final glance at his target and fired.

Praying it would land, he watched as the ball only visible to him flying through the air straight towards Mila.

Mila jolted as the force hit her, looking around in confusion. Frowning, she gulped as a coursing heat started to burn from within her.

Reaching for her water, she grasped the cup bringing it up to her mouth, gulping it down. Wiping her mouth dry, her frown deepened as the heat hadn't dissipated, only growing stronger.

Looking back on stage, she recognized the problem. Ryan glistened, his skintight shirt bulging, showing his carved and defined muscles. Looking at him, Mila recalled the man who had saved her all those years ago. Ryan didn't have the scars, but his eyes…

Remembering the unforgettable emerald eyes, Mila smacked her palm against her forehead. 'How could I forget?'

Leaning toward the stage, Mila squinted, trying to see Ryan's eyes.

Gasping, she saw them, those eyes she thought she would never forget.

Mila was so caught up in seeing Ryan's eyes that she hadn't noticed her flushed face or rapid breathing.

Not thinking about her actions, she yelled, "I'll take him for 500!"

Suddenly the room fell deathly silent as they gawked at Mila.

Whispers started to circulate.

"Mila bidding?"

"After what she did to him?"

Mila ignored the whispers and started walking towards the stage, yelling, "Ok, everyone, thank you for coming. You can leave now."

Having been saturated with Ryan's aura for the past half an hour, a sudden tense atmosphere filled the hall.

"He's mine for 550!" A shout rang out.

"He's mine for 800!" A girl jumped on a table screaming.

"No, he's mine!" Mila turned and put her hands toward the crowd like she was holding off a mob.

Then the frenzy began.

The girls were wild, shouting out higher and higher prices. The mob started ripping each other's hair, ripping their clothes, all trying to scramble toward Ryan.

Mila was pushed out of the way and flung back into a corner before she was trampled.

Ryan just stood on the stage. In the spotlight. In all of his glory.

At the very end of the runway, he stood still, hands on hips, head tilted back, a confident grin adorning his face.

Appearing by his side, Abby grabbed his face and began French kissing him.

Stopping long enough to shout, "50000, he's mine," she began dragging off the stage out a side door, leaving Mila in disbelief and crying in the corner.

Revenge complete.