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Post by Remmi on Oct 17, 2014 19:21:34 GMT -6
The soft beep of the heart monitor echoed as I shut the door to his hospital room gently, locking it as I emerged from the shadows. Even sleeping Michael looked more creature than man. The wounds on his face were fresh and I smiled, knowing they wouldn't heal as quickly as I would.
Even as quickly as I have... Where Nero's wounds broke skin, my skin merely bruised. I mostly looked beaten but could walk with ease as I slipped the hood back. Unzipping the sweatshirt now that it was safe to be seen. For all everyone knew Nero was sleeping in the safe house. So I made my way to close the window curtains, hearing him stir. I didn't turn around to face him until the curtains were drawn.
I plaster a smirk on my face, something that could resemble Brooklyn even.
My poker face however was easier to keep than Nero's. Nero survived and one day she'll sleep with out any nightmares... That means I have already won. Soon Michael will be but a memory and I will have some stability back in my existence.
"It's good to see you're alive... even if it's just a shell you inhabit."
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Post by Nonentity on Oct 17, 2014 21:10:25 GMT -6
Michael was at the same level of groggy that Nero was when brought to Bishop. Letting his eyes attempt to adjust to the overhead light, he looks at the shadowed figure.
"No more a shell than Garrett's, or anyone for that matter, Remmi. Shells that we care for. Save for you of course, you don't care what happens to yours."
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Post by Remmi on Oct 17, 2014 21:13:50 GMT -6
"I assure you I in fact care." She stepped more into the light, giving both of them a better view. "Me being here is proof of that."
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Post by Nonentity on Oct 17, 2014 21:31:26 GMT -6
"So you can use words to solve a problem you made her bleed for. You hero, you."
He smiled slightly inside as he submits to his lack of ability to lunge over the bed.
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Post by Remmi on Oct 17, 2014 21:34:20 GMT -6
"We both know words will not do any good here. You have an ego to feed and I have a job to do."
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Post by Nonentity on Oct 17, 2014 21:41:53 GMT -6
Michael waves his hands in the air slightly, before shaking his head. Pointing to his spine, he says:
"What can I do to stop you? Its not so bad really, you only had to wait until I was halved to commit to a job."
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Post by Remmi on Oct 17, 2014 21:52:50 GMT -6
"My job is to protect, I've even been called the voice of survival. You tried and failed, maybe you should have paid more attention to Miss Winters before coming after us."
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Post by Nonentity on Oct 17, 2014 21:55:26 GMT -6
Nonentity simply looks at the very separate Remmi.
"Was she wrong?" |
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Post by Remmi on Oct 17, 2014 22:05:56 GMT -6
"That's my job... You'll never remember." I stepped up to his bed, being sure to stand on the side Bishop had broken. A genuine smile crossed my as I looked down at him.
If I were the monster I would kill him... I should kill him. And I won't lie... the thought crossed my mind. Staring down at him I hear her screams as I clench my jaw. Again... her pain because of me.
"Keep one thought in mind...Through all of the pain. Bishop and Nero will be happy together, in all of this flaws they will keep the other sane."
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Post by Nonentity on Oct 17, 2014 22:16:02 GMT -6
Nonentity looks away from Remmi, to the wall opposite the bed.
"Until the next one. An endless tide, creature, that is what you dove into when you took your first breath. Until the next one, or the 50 after that."
Michael turns his head to Remmi.
"You know, the ones that Brooklyn tells next about you. The ones that will try and apparently fail to bring you out. The ones that will just kill her when they find out its pointless."
Michael is interrupted by Remmi suddenly reaching for him.
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Post by Remmi on Oct 17, 2014 22:29:53 GMT -6
A trick I learned from Lilith of all people... People's minds were a fragile thing as I rushed my hand to his head. Nothing gentle in the process as I used my energy, my being, to rip through his memories from the past few months. Finding the ones I needed... and a few others that would assist me later.
"She won't be able to spread the word." It crawled up my throat as a settle growl escaped. The memory of Nero's screams are drowned out by the new screams of Michael's and I enjoy it... erasing the last bit of Brooklyn's words from his memory...
And when I pulled my hand away his head dropped and with it anything he could us against Nero... and against Bishop... Alec's death would forever be a mystery for those who were not present.
"Enjoy your pitiful existence..." I didn't wait for him to regain consciousness... I was quickly out of the room as the slow nurses finally began to respond to the screams. Flipping my hood up I was gone...
Only one more issue to deal with... but that could wait till later... for now.
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