Love Conquers All _The Sequel_

Chapher Twenty Nine - Indecisive

Kim's POV:

I'm still at Neverland. I've decided that, this whole time, I've been the one who's the peasant, not Michael and Mary. Strange how you can be fighting so hard for your own good, but then really you turn out to be the evil one.

So I've stayed, but I don't count myself as a slave since I'm here at my own will. I'm sure I can leave whenever I want...

This morning I made breakfast for Michael and I. Yesterday I ate an orange for breakfast, and he had nothing. He seems pretty depressed, and I don't know where Mary is. I thought they were like married or something? Anyways, this morning I made porridge for us. He has a massive supply of porridge for some reason, so I decided to make use of it.

I toss a few strawberries into our bowls and sprinkle brown sugar on top of it. Once I've made up all the food, I turn and head towards Michael's room, where I assume he's still asleep.

For some reason I feel like it's my job to take care of him now because, the other day, he wouldn't move out of bed and I suppose if I hadn't done something he would still be there now. But I couldn't have left him, that would be a peasant thing to do.

See, my purpose in life is to avoid being a peasant as much as possible. So... I don't know, by killing Michael I thought I would've been bringing justice, but I was wrong.

I knock on the door to Michael's room, and it creaks open. I tiptoe inside, carrying our porridge. Michael is sitting on the edge of his bed staring into the TV, which is playing an episode of SpongeBob. He's crying.

"Ugh, I hate this show," I say, then smile, trying to lighten the mood. It doesn't work; he just looks at me with watery eyes. Then his focus shifts down to the hot bowls in my hands.

"I, uh, made us breakfast," I tell him.

His bottom lip starts to waver and he says, "P-Porridge?"

I nod.

And I thought I was doing a good deed by making him food, but suddenly he just starts uncontrollably sobbing and I'm not really sure what I did.

He's curled up in a fetal position on the floor, tears flooding in rivers from his eyes, and he's clutching his face.

"Michael?" I ask, a bit scared.

He stops shaking and catches his breath for a minute. He looks up at me.

"Don't call me that," he says. "She used to call me that!" He screams.

His shrill voice makes me jump and I drop the porridge accidentally, and this angers me. Michael stands and jogs over to the window, and he starts tearing off the blinds and screens.

"What the heck!" I scream, mainly to myself.

Within an instant Michael has punched through the windowpane. And then, just like that, he jumps out.

I scream at the top of my one good lung, thinking he's committed suicide.

But as I run over to the window and look out, I see his frail body up in the clouds, flying far, far away.

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Mary's POV:

I'm ET.
I'm ET.
I'm ET.

Am I?

Am I really?

For a moment, a burst of hope blossoms within me, and I think that, maybe I'm not ET, I'm just old and shriveled. But as I look into the water yet again, I can see my short fat nose, and my brown eyes turning blue, and my head becoming the shape of a pear and that hope is crushed.

So, this whole time, ET was really me. And if ET is me, then does that mean I will have to do all those terrible, terrible things ET did to the old me?

I'm going to admit it.

When I first came here, I was so infuriated that I had actually considered killing Michael...

It obviously wouldn't have worked, but I still thought about it. Now here I am, though, and I know the source of ET's anger. I know why he - I always hated Michael, it's because of this.

But I don't actually hate him... I miss him, a lot. Will there be something to make me hate him or what?

Am I gonna travel back in time to commit all the serious crimes ET committed?

Then something dawns on me.

If I don't do everything ET did, then everything that's happened will be rewritten. If I don't go back in time in threaten Michael, then he won't need to stage his death and come after me. Then Tex and I will never have come to Neverland, and I would've never met him. And if I never met him, then I would never run away to the jungle and I would never turn into ET. And then I, myself, will die. It's a paradox. I have to do this. No matter how much I don't want to, I have to go along with everything.

My biggest problem is finding a time machine. Or, at least, making one.

Oh my god, am I really doing this?

And what about when I impaled ET with the tree and burned his ship? I won't die will I? Since I'm immortal I won't actually die?

That means ET is still out there?

But I burned the ship down into ash. He is dust now. Are his ashes living?

When Michael and I got married, One Direction came back to life. But I killed them, I grew trees through them. Not to mention every single one of my clones got reversed, and lived. So the wedding must have revived everything that died at my own hand. Which means, when I travel back in time and the old Mary kills me, I will eventually be revived by the wedding. My ashes, or whatever I turn into, will reverse and I'll be revived.

Everything makes sense to me now. I just don't know if I can make myself do all of this. But, my reward will come when I actually am revived by the wedding, and I can come back... I can travel back into the future, and explain to Michael everything that has happened... And I can apologize, and maybe Tex will be back by then?

After I've done all my work, I'll try to make it back here not too far away from whatever day it is today.

Now, I've gotta make that time machine.

And if I have to do all this, kill Michael and kidnap my old self, well... I might as well have fun with it.