One Is Never Enough

Chap 10

Chap 10

"You throw a mean punch."

"You deserved it." I rubbed my knuckles with care as I watched him pinching the bridge of his nose. Dried blood trailed from his nose to the edge of his mouth.

And that wasn't a bad mouth, I should say. It was thin, but not thin as in, evilly thin. It was more of a refined thin lips. He had a slightly pointy cupid's bow and his lips were pink. Not those pink which is saturated by orange but pure pink.

OHMYGOD. I just detailed his lips in my head!

Oh jaysus. I must be mad. Did that punch i threw accidentally hit my nerve and kill more of my endangered brain cells?

Damage control, Mich.

"So, when can you exactly bring me back to the present?"

"I'm not sure. It usually takes 3 days at most to get the alcohol out of my system. But, I didn't drink much yesterday so you might get lucky. 2 days? Oh and if you are real lucky Michelle, you might be able to go to the past and get your necklace and come back. "

"2 days?" I muttered, shoving my face into my hands. "Can we contact my aunts?"

"I'm not the only magical one here. Why don't you do something?" he retorted back.

"I'm not the insufferable idiot who had an hangover and couldn't get his job done right. Oh, and you can forget about your 600 dollars. We are never paying you. Maybe if you bring me back, we'll be nice and give you a tip. Otherwise, quit complaining." I stood up, my anger rising.

"Hey wait, Michelle!"

"AND I'M NOT MICHELLE!" I screamed, my frustration and annoyance breaking free. "I AM MICH, THAT'S IT!" I stomped out of the alley and looked around.

Everyone was in business suits and rushing to god knows where. I stared as even a kid, wearing a ridiculously large suit, rushed past me, holding what seemed to be an IPhone. Was that IPhone 5, the super thin, compact phone that everyone covet and will come out in September? So, I fast forwarded to September? Then why was the kid wearing a suit?

Huh, must have been my eyes playing ticks on me.

Is this still America then? Because, I don't remember seeing that big-ass building there before.

Or that one. Or that one too.

"Wait, Mich!"

"Shut up." I muttered under my breath and frowned. I walked faster, my hands clenched at my side.

"Mich! Hey!" Ignore him, Mich. He's not that hot and you don't want him around.

But you need him around.

No we don't. We can find a way out.

You need him.

NO. We don't.

"Are we going to have this mental argument or can we move?" Daniel panted out.

"What mental argument?"

"You know the 'We need him. NO. We don't.'" he said and my face burned. Did I say that out loud? Oh lord. As if my life could get any worse.

"Excuse me, Miss? You're under arrest." I looked at the man disbelievingly as he cuffed my hands.

"WHAT?" I shouted and he barely flinched.

"You've been blocking the sidewalk." he answered back, as calmly as his colleague, who was currently subduing Daniel.

He dragged me away just as I noticed his colleague pulling out something. With a jolt, Daniel fell limp on the ground.

"Daniel! What have you done to him? Daniel! let go of me you idiot!" I struggled with him. Then, before I knew it, I was in the same predicament as Daniel.

I was tasered.

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"Sorry miss. I didn't mean to do that." I woke up, my eyes blurry. My surroundings were white, like one of those mental hospital treatment rooms where they trapped patients. I was all alone in the room.

There was no window, no door, nothing.

A chill ran in my body.

"Where am I?"

"In the prison cell. It's for detainment."

"What did you do to Daniel?" where was the voice coming from?

"He's still out cold. Now miss, I'm coming in to ask you some questions. The room is lined with a truth detector, so every time you tell me a lie, you'll get a mild electric shock. Not enough to kill, but enough to make you hurt."

A what? A truth detector that shocks you if you don't tell the truth?

Where was I?

"Ok. I'm coming in now." he said and the room went silent. Something clinked behind me and I swiped around just in time to see some kind of a door emerging from the white walls. It swung open and a guy in a protective suit thingy came in. His face was partially covered by a mask and his mouth had a device attached to it in front. He looked like he was going to the moon.

Oh my god. Maybe we weren't on Earth anymore. Maybe Daniel transported us to the moon. Oh lord. How am I supposed to go back now? This sucks! Maybe they have a spaceship and I can--

"Hello. Miss, if you'd just sit down." i jumped at his deep voice.

"Who are you?" I stumbled backwards. He looked insane. What was he wearing?"

"I'm sorry. Did I startle you? I'm Detective Felipe Riles. Now, if you would just sit down." he sat down on the floor opposite me.

And looked up at me innocently. That's when I noticed. His eyes were real nice.

They were a sparkling hazel and gray colour that was really pale.

And he looked young.

"How old are you?" I asked. He must have been real smart to be a detective this young.

"Miss. Please sit down." I sat down, mesmerized with his eyes.

"Thank you. Now, I would like to ask what your business was when you blocked the crowd from moving?"

"It wasn't intentional." I answered back, a if I was in a trance. His eyes were now greenish gray. And they still sparkled.

"So you weren't trying to set a bomb up?" he asked again. I nodded.

"How about your friend? He looked dangerous."

"Daniel? Oh please, he's not my friend. I just need his help."

"Help?" he closed his eyes and I frowned. Open them you idiot.

"On family matters." I answered back. His eyes opened but wrinkles seemed to appear. He looked like he was frowning because a line appeared in the middle of his brow.

"Okay."He dragged it out. "Have you gotten that, Ash?" he muttered softly. I looked at his long, thick, blonde lashes.

I think I'm starting to get obsessed.

Mich! Wake up!

I shook myself mentally and straightened up.

"Um. A question. How old are you?" oh god Mich! That wasn't what we were supposed to ask!

"I'm actually 24 years old." he seem to smile at me. His eyes crinkled at the corner. Then he went back to whispering to his other colleague.

"What year is this?" yes. That was the question I wanted to ask.

He raised his eyebrow at me. Then he smiled again, seeming to humor me like a kid.

"It's 2111."

Holy shit.