Armageddon: The Broken Man - ACT 1

Chapter 17 - Keira Don't Play That

Chapter 17 - Keira Don't Play That

>KEIRA FELTNER

It turns out that my mom had called so many times to tell me that she had to work overtime, and that I had full permission to order pizza, or whatever else I felt like eating.

That was great, because I didn't have to explain why I was carrying someone -- a guy, none the less -- in my arms. I would've had to explain the broken ribs, too.

I was able to heal him, but I had to use my hands. It was weird, like magic hot pads -- at least, that's what he told me. I'm guessing there was some extra pleasurable sensations in there, too, because he was blushing like crazy, gritting his teeth, and really avoiding looking me in the face.

It really goes without saying that it was a little awkward.

I ordered him to stay seated. He was still healing, and if he hurt himself any more, I'd make sure that he needed an actual hospital this time.

So we spent the evening on the couch, watching Netflix and eating the cheapest pizza I could get to order.

My phone buzzes again around 10 PM -- Mom says she won't be home until late tomorrow.

"So, did you get permission from Counselor or are you on the missing persons list?" I ask and roll my head to face him. He blinks in shock at my utter bluntness, but we both know, with Eric it's one or the other.

"I-I got permission, yeesh." He blurts, blushing like some cheeky schoolboy. "I wanted to see you, a-and he thought it was alright." I roll my neck to face forwards, to the TV.

"So you went creeper-mode for a while and scared the ever-loving crap out of me. Real smooth, Cadmus."

"Hey!" He scoffs, turning a brighter shade of red. I only smirk with the corner of my mouth he can't see. "W-What would you have done, anyways?"

"I don't know, maybe not act like a stalker?" I said, muttering under my breath. He pretended not to hear me.

"W-Well, you don't have the right to be so cold anyways! With the way you acted the last time I saw you, I didn't know if you would have attacked me or not. And if you did, Counselor wouldn't have been there to stop you!"

I shrugged. "That may or may not be a valid point, but realistically I wouldn't have beaten you too badly. Especially if we were in public like we could have been, if you were smart enough to set it up correctly. And besides, is that possibility risky enough to almost give me a heart attack?"

Cadmus shrugged, looking away.

"Wow, Liddel, thanks for thinking about my side there."

"Well, excuse me for not wanting the snot beaten out of me!" He sputtered. I rolled my eyes.

"You know, there were at least ten better ways to reintroduce yourself that the one way you went with."

"But there are probably way worse ways, too, right? I-I could've, um, I could've-"

I raised an eyebrow and waved him on to continue. He only stuttered, regaining the nervous blush that had just faded. I tuned out his muttering and instead zoned in on the TV. At this point, I had no idea what was going on, but that was better -- and less draining -- than sassing Cadmus around.

His voice decrescendoed in a low murmur, but never quite seemed to silence. He inched closer and closer, until I finally asked him to kindly shut up. Of course, he saw the opportunity.

"Make me, Keira." He taunted, sticking out his tongue.

I shoved his dumb ass through a wall.

He broke out laughing and I rewinded the show back, which apparently triggered him to make even more noise. I just raised the volume by about 3 points.

"Nice try, but not quite enough." I call, after clearing my throat and muting the TV for a second. He laughs even harder, and ends up gasping for air in the middle of the rubble. "By the way, you're going to have to move so I can fix the wall."

"Oh sure, yeah. As soon as you take me up on the whole 'make me' thing." He giggles, managing to barely overpower the speakers. I mock his tone and throw a pillow so that it hits him.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

He only laughs harder. I swear, he's such an idiot sometimes.